`` thank you !. We 're The Wanderers. See ya again soon. '' And with the usual closure goodbye from Ben I gave a last wave with my Fender and exited to my get out. We 'd had a practiced show. It was a skilful crowd at our favorite local anesthetic club. Now the encores were done and sweaty and well-chosen we filed into the lowly medical dressing elbow room to enjoy a beer and other benefit of being in a rock candy set. The club 's main bouncer, Roscoe, waited outside the dressing way. Ben paused to say,

'' The blonde with the big bosom in the Zep tee. '' Our drummer and bass part player, brothers Sal and Rik Robert Charles Venturi also left request. I waved him off,

'' Not this evening. Got ta work the day job tomorrow. '' Roscoe smiled and asked,

'' Not even a ready bj, Kev ? ``

'' Nope, got ta run. '' The clown appearance was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute of arc sets after an opening group, usually on the democratic Saturday night. This one was a more rarefied Wednesday night as a party favour to the proprietor. He had a ring cancel and needed us on light placard. Wanting to stay in his unspoilt goodwill we agreed. This was less of an egress for the other guys, I was the only one with a day job.

It was 1979 and a sodding time for young set who could make for the rock and pop hits of the day. We worked every weekend and some weeknights. early nights we practiced. Ben Schrader, our lead-in singer handled all but the heavier rock'n'roll songs. He was substance to live on the less than overgenerous wages of a small time band. He had a pretty secure voice and should cause made more than of himself. Rik and Sal were a solid stem for any band. They 'd go on to do a bit of school term work and stayed in the concern for some years. I was happy enough playing in the band. I was pretty damn good, so I was told, on the guitar, but I really wanted to have to a greater extent control, do some more of the telling and try some singer/songwriter eccentric material. I 'd recently asked Hank, who ran the goofball about performing as the opener, just as a solo. It was still an unfastened interrogation. I washed up and changed in the lav, then came out to find a blonde, she did ingest big boob, with Ben 's cock well into her mouth. Rik was making out with another scrawny blonde, while Sal had a mouthful of a more questionable looking redhead 's nipple. They waved me off as I grabbed my gearing and headed for the door. Let 's make no mistake here, I had my share of dressing room blowjobs and more. It was amazing how promiscuous it was if you could rip off a few unspoilt solos and do eye contact while singing a favorite tune. Getting rich was not the independent rationality to play in a local set. Still, to go out on my own I was going to need to a greater extent cash, so I got up weekdays and headed into Manhattan to work in an accounting part of all things. The guys in the circle never did understand.

With Thursday night off, I decided not to hang out in my minuscule flat. I went out for a burger then stopped at a favorite ice cream shop. Sitting down with a sundae, I noticed a couple if Danton True Young ladies looking my way. At 20 years old, I guess I was a comme il faut looking guy. 5-10, long brown hair, on the slim side. I smiled and waved them over. I was used to being recognized in our country. I was a petty storm when they declined. A little blow to the old ego. As I finished my ice cream I looked over their way again and caught the eye of one of them. She smiled then went back to her conversation. It was the smile that did it, so I decided to lease a chance. On my way out I stopped to say hello. They were dainty enough about it, but there definitely was no recognition. I liked that in a way. A luck to just be Kevin.

'' Can I sit and say hullo ? '' They looked at each other and without saying anything made a mutual decision,

'' OK. '' The girl with the smile offered. I sat and waited a mo, then figured I advantageously say something,

'' I 'm Kevin. I live up on central. '' Smile young lady 's friend answered,

'' I 'm Rachel and this is Carrie. She thinks you 're cute. ``

'' Rachel ! '' Well this was going secure than expected.

'' fair enough. I think Carrie is cute too. '' Now she gave me another smile. Her smile was framed by crinkly light brown hair, hazel/green eyes, a cute little nose and a dimpled chad on each face. Rachel made a grievous font,

'' Well I guess I know when I 'm not needed. '' She slid out of the kiosk and stood to go. I thought it would be cultivated,

'' You do n't take to go. I did n't signify to trail you off. '' Sir Thomas More unspoken words. Maybe unscathed judgment of conviction,

'' No that 's ok. You guys talk. I 'm going to take off. '' We both said arrivederci then Carrie and I got back to getting to screw each other.

'' So, Kevin, what do you do ? '' Hmm, do I take the tardily route, or go for the challenge ?

'' I work in an accounting situation, in New York. '' Well, that WAS my regular job.

'' Oh, that 's interesting. '' Probably not, but I was a guy with a job.

'' And you ? ``

'' Finishing high school. '' Oh crap, I better figure out how old she is. She may make noticed my hesitation.

'' I 'm almost 18. '' Almost. But she was cute and she seemed to like me as Kevin the accounting guy. We talked about a lot of matter, then I offered to take the air her dwelling. `` OK, but, um, my Dad is very rigorous, so be set for it. ``

'' It ? ``

'' He 's old schoolhouse Navy. He does n't like guy wire with prospicient hair. Or guys who walk his girl home. Or cat who give his daughter a estimable dark buss, or much of anything else. '' This would be a challenge all right. So I walked Carrie, Carrie Ann actually, menage. I walked her to her figurehead door. Then waited. The room access was opened by your Hollywood stock Navy officer figure.

'' And who are you ? ``

'' I 'm Kevin Frazier. ``

'' Sir. I am Mr. Clarkson, or Sir. For now you can call me Sir. ``

'' Yes Sir. ``

'' Now, Kevin Frazier. Why are you walking my daughter home ? ``

'' Well Sir, we met at the ice cream store and talked for awhile. Her ally had left, so I offered to walk Carrie Ann rest home. '' He looked me over. I wondered if he was deciding if a buzz cut might ca-ca me presentable. Or if he should just pat me into the street. Carrie cut in. She was braver than me,

'' Daddy, Kevin was very skillful and I was happy to have fellowship. ``

'' Hmfph. Ok, Carrie, you get yourself inside. '' This left me facing her father alone. `` Am I to think you might be back to call on my daughter another time ? ``

I, uh, well We had n't discussed, but if it 's ok with Carrie, I 'd like to. '' He stared at me. And a bit longer. `` Sir. ``

'' We 'll see. thank you for bringing my daughter home safely. '' I realized the conversation was over.

'' Good night Sir. '' The doorway closed. My instinct told me to run away from this situation. But I had n't dated someome for me being me since I started playing in band in high-pitched school. So I called Carrie and we met a few more times. I was invited to her house to meet her parents. Her mother definitely softened the mood. She also seemed to induce a bit of sway with her hubby. She assured me that he was n't as hooligan as he liked to project.

My week were now jam packed. With body of work, exercise, gigs and Carrie I was going seven days a calendar week. After a month or so while strolling on a route through the county Park she paused. Then she kissed me. Then she asked,

'' You said you have an apartment ? ``

'' Yep, up on Central. It 's not often. ``

'' Could we go there ? For seclusion ? ``

'' Are you sure ? '' She looked down.

'' pop would gross out out, but, I 've already done it. And Mom let me get on nascency control. '' That was about all the convincing I needed. someone wanted me for me. We rode back to my place and pulled each other 's dress off between kissing and touching. It was phrenetic and fun and a frenzy of entangled limbs and thrusting torso parts. Carrie was an energetic kisser and an even more up-and-coming lover. She climbed me like the gamey summit and mounted me with comfort. She never stopped kissing as I tried to find a handhold while she rocked herself on me like an amusement green ride. I finally got a grip on her nice midsized breasts, with effort bringing one quickly swaying tit to my mouth. My other hand followed the material body of her rear end boldness as it moved to and fro. Between kisses she encouraged me, using my figure over and over, `` Kevin, Kevin, Kevin ... oooh, Kevin. She bit on my ear, sucked at my bottom lip, rocking, rocking, rocking. He pussy 's unappeasable motion on my cock had me ready to burst. I closed my middle, tried to think of Sung lyrics, felt her getting more excited, waited as she called my gens louder, KEVIN !, then when she clutched herself to me, sat forcing me into her, I let my tension press release, cumming in what felt like a inundation as she pressed herself to me repeating, `` mmm, mmm, mmm. '' When we 'd both been sated. She sat straddling me, `` Oh I DO like sex Kevin. And I liked it with you. '' I was exhausted, I looked at her naked for the number one time with me,

'' Are you always so..energetic ? ``

'' Why ? Did I do something wrong ? ``

'' NO, wow, that was crazy fun. ``

'' OOh, ripe. I want to do it more. You feel big inside me. I like it. ``

'' Um, thanks. '' I 'm not really that big, but if she 's well-chosen, I 'm happy. She sat back, holding my spent cock, turning it this way and that.

'' I have n't seen many. If my Dad knew ... ''

'' Oh jeez. He 's not going to dart me or something ? You 're ... ''

'' Almost 18. ``

'' That too. But in world-wide. ``

'' I wo n't distinguish, if you do n't. Oh cool it 's getting hard again. '' Then she leaned over me and sucked my shaft into her lip. Now I was fully hard. She rolled over onto her cover, `` shoot me Kevin. Do it again. '' I looked down at her sexy torso, her cute smile, her wavelike hair now splayed around her head teacher. I found my station between her outstretched legs and showed her what dumb and comfortable love could be. She pushed herself up to foregather me, urged me to fill her, held on tight with her fingers and nails, then wrapped her legs around my back until we were both satisfied again. `` Kevin, this has been a big day. ``

It had been and memories of that night soon had me working on a new lyric. When I had it mostly finished I introduced it to the band at our next practice. As usual Ben was n't so crazy about my pilot. Mainly because I usually wanted to sing my own call. He liked being the center of attention. When I took the tip he was relegated to acoustic strumming, tamborine or keys. None of which he practiced all that much. He correctly surmised that I had a new girl. He also guessed that I trying to get laid.

'' She does n't even know I 'm in a isthmus. ``

'' And she still wants to fuck you ? '' Rik, not being helpful,

'' No, that 's why he 's writing a song. Let me search at the lyrics. '' He grabbed a tabloid, `` Yep, her figure is Carrie Ann and he wants to ... hey there 's a gap here before, all night long. '' I grabbed it back,

'' No, that 's where Sal gives me a three beat fill. No need for the countersign. ``

'' Cheesy. ``

'' Not if he hints at it in the earlier blood line where I want to, dance with her, all night long. ``

'' Hmm, might run. ``

'' If you 'd met her forefather you would NOT put 'fuck'in the middle of that line. '' So we practiced. It began to take shape. We might try it at a show.

Tuesday night Carrie asked if I wanted to hang out at her friend 's house. Of course I went along. This was n't the friend at the ice ointment shop. Stacey 's family had a prissy house with a piano prominently placed in the living room.

'' Stacey plays piano, sometimes we sing together. Want to try us ? ``

'' Sure. Do you play too ? ``

'' A piddling. After Stacey has lessons she shows me what she learned and I give it a try. '' They sat down at the pianoforte and did a bit of a couple on a classical tune. They were n't bad but Carrie Ann was just off. Straining a bit. `` What did you think ? ``

'' Good, but ... '' I could n't leave well enough alone. But euphony is music.

'' But what ? ``

'' I do n't cogitate that 's the the right way key for you. ``

'' What do you stand for ? ``

'' Wait a sec. I have a guitar in my trunk. '' I keep an old acoustic in my car, never wanting to be too far from an instrument if inspiration work stoppage. When I came back I strummed a few times to witness what I wanted. `` Ok, now sing along with the guitar. Same song. She did and her voice sounded dependable. Even Stacey agreed.

'' Hey, you sounded really skilful. ``

'' You think so ? '' I nodded.

'' Now you were in your key. You did n't stimulate to strain for your notes. '' I looked over at Stacey who was now looking at me with one eye cocked. She stood up,

'' Hold on a second. '' She left the way, then returned thumbing through one of those weekly composition they give away around townspeople. Oh well, looks like the game was up. She stopped on a Sir Frederick Handley Page, looked at me, then back at the paper. `` I THOUGHT so ! '' She laughed. `` He plays guitar some. ``

Now Carrie was confused. `` What 's going on ? '' Stacey looked at her.

'' You do n't know who he is ? ``

'' Kevin. Frazier. Why ? '' Stacey thrust the composition at her.

'' Not Kevin. Kev. He 's Kev Frazier. The bird of passage. They play all the clubs around here. This guy fucking tilt a guitar. You fucked a John Rock guitar player. '' Hmm, she knew that too.

'' Who 's ? I 've heard of the roamer, but you know my Dad wo n't let me out to stripe and I ca n't get in anyway. ``

'' I can and I saw them a couple weeks ago. And he was hot up there. '' Carrie looked at me.

'' Why did n't you recite me ? ``

'' Because I liked that you like me as me, not because I play guitar. '' Stacey took in the exchange.

'' That 's actually kinda sweetened. But now can you play us something ? ``

'' What do you know on piano, I 'll trifle along and we can all sing. ``

'' Really ? I can spiel along with Kev Frazier ? ``

'' I 'm not exactly well know outside this county. '' Carrie still seemed in a bit of a daze. Then she looked at me,

'' So you get a lot of young woman ? ``

'' No one since I met you. ``

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes, my drummer has started calling me, the Monk. '' She leapt on my lap and kissed me hard on the mouth.

'' Hey, hey, no funny remark stuff on the piece of furniture. '' Remenbering where she was Carrie moved over by the piano. We did a few favourite, then Carrie asked when we 'd be playing in townspeople and if she could watch us.

'' Sure. ``

'' But I 'm ... '' Stacey and I both said,

'' Almost 18. '' Then I added,

'' Why do n't you both come. I 'll let Roscoe know. He 'll let you in. '' That elicited squeals of felicity. Then when we left Stacey 's Carrie asked if we could detour to my place. It would mean getting her home plate a little tardily, but cerebration of a happy naked Carrie overrode everything. As expected she was happily enthusiastic. She started by ripping my drawers down and sucking my cock well into her oral fissure. Looking up at me, twinkling eyes and a grinning full of rooster, she licked the length of me, then promised,

'' I 'm gon na imbibe you and fuck you better than any groupie. '' Now that 's a magniloquent undertaking because some of those girls, well let 's say they do have Thomas More experience. But I appreciated the effort. low gear she sucked my hammer then swallowed everything I had. Then she continued sucking and licking me until I was knockout enough for her to ride and cod and ride. I held onto her ass and watched her tits cut, her mouth assailable, her oculus closed, her body using every brawn to use me for her pauperization and mine. When we collapsed, tired and used up, she lay her head on my chest. `` Hmm, so I 'm fucking a rock sensation. Although I know an accountant who fucks in force too. '' We must have drifted off. I awoke with a start. We cleaned up quickly and I drove her menage praying for the best. To my dying day I 'll never feel more projected than when that doorway opened and Mrs. Clarkson was waiting there.

'' You two are very favourable my married man was called away. And do n't suppose I do n't bang what you 've been doing. '' Carrie looked with horror at her female parent,

'' Moooom ! '' Carrie ran off to her room. Mrs. Clarkson looked at me,

'' Do n't worry. I was young once. But a Book of warning, Mr. Clarkson would NOT be as understanding. ``

'' We 're ok ? ``

'' Be mindful of the time, next time. ``

'' Yes gentlewoman. '' I got out of there counting my blessings.

Still, being 20 I never did care myself with the potential risk to myself of dating Carrie Ann Clarkson. We continued going to my apartment and I continued to be rewared with the joys of making dear to such a cute young char. Carrie Ann appreciated my willingness to rebel against her father 's regard and I benefited from her perceptiveness. Our next bit of risky business enterprise was to get Carrie into one of our Night as the Clown Show house set. To get the full effect Stacey and I thought a Saturday Nox would be dependable. Stacey and Carrie planned for her to stay overnight at Stacey 's firm. They met there and changed into more appropriate club wear, or at least what Stacey told Carrie would be more appropriate. When I got to the mostly empty bar I found Roscoe and asked for a Brobdingnagian favor. There was some, at the clock time slight, hazard to the bar for knowingly letting in nestling. I told him the names and asked if he 'd let them in and fix trusted they got right up front on my side.

'' You know this could cost me my job. This must be some very special noblewoman. ``

'' Yes, Roscoe. I know it 's a vast party favour. How about, after the show, you join us as role of the band ? '' I did n't have got money to offer, but some hot unseasoned ass might be worth the risk.

'' You 're ok Kev. Lot of you player are asshole. But you 're ok. ''

'' And you my man, are the proficient. ``

I got the band together backstage and asked for their best movement. Of course of instruction I got shit for suggesting that they did n't always give their honest elbow grease ( they did n't ). Then I asked if we could play All nighttime. I originally called it Carrie Ann, but thought it might be too direct. I looked particularly at Sal. He nodded. He 'd hit those round on fourth dimension. Sal was always on time.

We hit the stage right at 9. There was a satisfying looking bunch. Those up front, beers in hand ready for some rock and roll. Towards the back were those who wanted some background music while they made their moves on penis of the opposition sex. It was n't so jammed that the kids could n't dance, but Hank would be satisfied that we still drew a gracious Saturday night crowd. I looked down stage left and there were Carrie and Stacey. Carrie appeared to have more make-up than usual, closely blue jean, White River shirt. Roscoe had done his thing. Ben did the usual intro, asking who wanted to party and we launched into a rocking numeral that always got the bunch moving. When we hit the guitar solo I made sure to play it for Carrie. She seemed genuinely surprised and pleased that her accountant boyfriend was playing it like she heard on the radio. We went through our usual run of hits, moving from harder rocking tunes, to slower lay that allowed some close saltation for those so lean. It was going well until I noticed a slight kerfuffle in front of me. A guy had worked his way between Carrie and Stacey. They were annoyed, which turned to truly pissed when he put a hired man on each of their fuck. Trying to be a pro I kept on with the vocal, but I managed to enchant Roscoe 's eye. A slight nod to the expanse in front of me and in instant the guy disappeared backwards into the crowd. My man Roscoe.

After a particularly sweaty fighting part of the set Ben advised the bunch,

'' We 're going to pull it back here a bit. I 'm turning this over to Kev for a new tune he 's been working on. '' Ben moved over to the keys and left center degree for me. I decided to delay on my own mic, right in front of Carrie.

'' Thanks Ben. We 've been working on this one. The working title of respect is All Night, but it could have been Carrie Ann. '' I glanced down to see Carrie cover up her boldness with her hands, Stacey was jumping up and down pointing at her acquaintance, letting those around them know that Carrie Ann was among them. I started into the song, a tale of wish and motive and a bit of lust. When I hit the first chorus the band raised the bar a bit since I wanted Carrie to, dance with me, All Night ... Ben and Nik, replied, All Night, Sal hit the pulse on fourth dimension and off we went into another poetry, then..Carrie, ... ... ... .., All Night, Sal filled that spot perfectly, Ben and Nik, got the All Nights, adding a bit more enthusiasm. Then we and the crew were ready to go All Night, back and Forth River outcry and reception. Sal found a way to fit in his fill until everyone knew what that meant. Then they all wanted to go All Night. It had worked. Carrie was both beside herself and slightly embarrassed. When we 'd all gone All Night long enough, Ben returned to center stage. He smiled over at me. He knew we had a succeeder,

'' I think I need a cigarette after that. '' Then we ripped into some more vocal of erotic love and lecherousness and Rock and gyre. After the first set we sat backstage for our 15 minute break. There was a knock at the threshold. We did n't allow for `` visitors '' between sets. We needed the break. Roscoe stuck his head in the door,

'' Kev, can I let Carrie in ? ``

'' sure ! '' Carrie and Stacey entered a room full of the odour of sweaty men, cigarettes, pot and beer. `` Guys, this is Carrie Ann. '' I introduced the guy rope. Rik looked her over,

'' Now I understand the song. '' Carrie, not used to being the nerve centre of attention, blushed and shrunk back a little. I went to yield her a hug as Stacey managed to get hold herself standing next to Ben. Carrie tried to quietly ask me,

'' That song, you wrote it for me ? ``

'' Yeah. ``

'' And the end part, you did mean '', now an even lower vocalism, `` Fucking ? ``

'' It can mean whatever you want, that 's why I did n't say it. ``

'' Cute, but I think everyone out there knew. ``

'' Did I embarrass you ? Should I dangle it ? ``

'' No, it 's. well I DO like fucking you all night, but when everyone sings it. I guess it 's ok. I do feel special having my own Sung. '' I was happy she was ok with it. I was even happy when we hit the stage for the second set. decent after the intros Ben asked,

'' Are you prepare to shake, ALL NIGHT ? ? ? '' The crowd whooped, he stepped back and commence an overhead handclap as he pointed at me. I quickly realized he wanted to start the set with the new song. So I stepped up to my mic and ordered the band,

'' Let 's go ! '' This fourth dimension the gang knew what was expected. the claim and response was enthusiastic from the root, the ending went on and on. The nipper around Carrie were dancing and pointing when Sal hit his fill. Carrie was beaming and pointing at me, filling the fill as she mouthed, `` fuck you '' each fourth dimension. All Night. The rest of the set continued the energy. We 'd hit a new high.

After the show, Carrie and I planned for a quick exit. Stacey said she was staying to party. I had a feeling she and Ben were going to have their own fun. When we got to my apartment, despite Carrie covering my cheek with kisses, I begged for a lavish first.

'' But you smell so manly and sexy. ``

'' I smell like an old rag. I need a shower. '' Carrie was now half dressed.

'' I 'll join you. '' She was now fully undressed.

'' OK then but it 's a diminished shower. ``

'' I want to be very close to you anyway. '' So we crowded into my rain shower. The piddle sprayed over us, Carrie quickly cleaned my shaft, then cleaned it some more, then when it was screaky sporting she took it deep into her sassing. All her attention had me filling her mouth in no prison term. We were now wet and slippery and very close.

'' Take me to bed, now delight. ``

'' Can we dry off ? ``

'' No, a man tells a room full phase of the moon of people that he wants to jazz me all night, well he better put up or shut up, rock champion. '' We went to bed, soaking wet. I started by sinking my tongue into Carrie 's juicy cunt. She had a nice bush of brown hair, all her lip on display, a button that protruded when excited. And she was excited. It was no crusade to have her singing my praises as she came, coating my mouth with her pleasure. By now I was make again and quickly replaced my tongue with my hard turncock. The Energy Department of the show, of a will crew, a set hitting on all cylinders, drove me. I was nearly as industrious as Carrie as I gave her my everything. She implored me to make out her `` all night Kev, all night, just keep fucking me. '' She was supposedly at her friend 's family. So we did, until the too soon morning. When we were done both of us admitted to being a minuscule sore. It was Sunday. I could breathe. Carrie needed to get home, supposedly from Stacey's.

Things were going great. Now that Carrie knew about my former job she could spend more clock time with me. She was still a month or so from being able-bodied to watch our regular appearance. I could n't fight Roscoe 's friendship too much, although he told me more than once that he REALLY appreciated being role of the band that dark,

'' I got two honey that night. Damn. ``

I had an idea for when Carrie turned 18. We 'd started singing together in my apartment. Me on the acoustic and Carrie practicing on the band 's electrical keyboard that I borrowed. She did fine on duad and singing harmony. She was n't quite ready to have a bun in the oven a full-of-the-moon lead. I talked to Hank again. He still was n't sure about an former solo act.

'' Is it the money Hank ? I really do n't need much. I 'd just like to try some stuff on my own. '' I 'd tried this tack a few times.

'' Nah, Kid. I 'm just not certain if the early on crowd wants to hear a guy on guitar singing slow songs when they 're here for a stone show. I can Christian Bible a unexampled band to meet the time slot. '' Now I tried something new.

'' What if I was accompanied by an attractive little girl ? '' Hank looked up from his newspaper. Now he was interested.

'' How attractive ? ``

'' No, Hank. She 's not going to wear slutty apparel to show off her stuff and nonsense. This is going to be class. '' He was now slightly less interested.

'' How old is she ? ``

'' Almost 18. ``

'' When she loses the almost we 'll talk. '' perfect. We had more sentence to practice.

Then everything hit a wall. A six foot wall named commandant Roger Clarkson, USN ( Ret. )

'' Kid, I understand you play in a rock and curlicue band ? ``

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Explains the hairsbreadth. You told me you work in accounting system. ``

'' I do sir. Five days a week. Never miss a day. And I practice and gambol with the band at nights and on weekends. ``

'' Hmm. I 'm not for certain I like my daughter being associated with lot. Lots of drugs and booze and such. ``

'' Sir, I do not do any drugs. Nothing. Yes I do drink beer. '' He was staring through me.

'' It 's come to my attending that you have a song, that might be about my daughter. '' Oh tinker's dam. `` It seems to be quite popular I 've heard. ``

'' Yes sir. ``

'' And a bit risque. ``

'' Well sir, it 's not, well, it 's not specifically. Sir. ``

'' Play it for me. Betty, make out in here pricey. '' I went to get my guitar while Mrs. Clarkson joined us. When I returned Mr. Clarkson informed me,

'' I 'm not up on what is, or is not current democratic music. I 'm More of a Sinatra man myself. Betty here does listen to the radio with Carrie and has a comfortably ear for democratic music. turn. ``

I played. I almost felt I was playing for my life-time. I toned it down some as an acoustic act. I emphasized the dancing All Night, then used a couple slap on the guitar for Sal 's filling. Still I think they understood.

'' Kevin, I personally think that 's a dirty minded Sung dynasty, and you use my girl 's public figure in it. '' He looked at his wife. `` Betty, is that a dirty minded song ? ``

'' Roger, you know your darling sang about the same things. Kids these days sing it in their own way. ``

'' Is he suggesting ? ``

'' Well, yes. '' Roger Clarkson turned an interesting shade of red. I think he was about to crack my neck. `` It 's a effective song Roger. Carrie is turning 18. She tells me all the girlfriend at schooltime are jealous. '' His coloring material eased off a bit.

'' When do you make for again. We will be attending. ``

'' We are, we 're playing in town this coming Saturday. 9 pm and 10 pm. I have one other matter I wanted to ask. ``

'' Go ahead. You 're already on fragile ice. ``

'' I, uh, well Carrie has a nice voice. And when she turns 18 she 'd be allowed to be on stage at the baseball club, and ... ''

'' NO. My daughter is NOT going to be on stage with a rock ring. ``

'' Sir. ``

'' NO ! ``

'' Roger, let him finish. ``

'' Go ahead. VERY thin ice. ``

'' It would n't be with the band. It would be sooner, about 8, just Carrie and me. Acoustic, maybe keyboards. We could do the show here first for your approval.

'' Oh Roger, I think it would be prissy. Carrie loves music. '' He was simmering.

'' I 'll break you my decision after seeing your band and hearing what you plan. ``

'' Thank you sir. ``

'' Are you respecting my daughter. Treating her right wing ? ``

'' Roger. I 've talked to her, Mother to daughter. She 's never been felicitous. ``

'' Hmm. Ok then. You have a better feel for these things. I spent my whole life whipping male child into men. ``

I got out of there and called Ben. We needed to be sure the Saturday set list excluded our most obnoxious songs. Loud and fast was ok. But tone down the cursing and drug references. And yes, All nighttime would accept to stay in.

'' You 're living dangerously Kev. Sounds like her old man is about to crush you. ``

'' fellow, you have no idea. It 's like staring down a battleship from a fishing gravy boat. ``

Gig dark we all wore our unspoilt trashy clothes, cleaned up a bit and I had promises from the hombre of cypher illegal in the dressing way. I alerted Roscoe who said he would put particularly tight control on the crowd. And also secure a safe spot towards the backrest for Carrie 's parents. Carrie got permit from her parents to see with them. This fourth dimension I slipped Roscoe 50 bucks. It was a lot for me back then, but this needed to go well. Hank even put a bottle of Mr. Clarkson 's favorite Scotch whiskey behind the bar. It was priced out of the range of almost all the attendant anyway. I was more nervous than the dark we premiered Carrie 's song as I now thought of it. And almost as nervous as our first display early the old year. We hit the microscope stage and Ben opened with,

'' Hey everyone, special node and all you regulars. We 're The spider. Let 's Rock ! '' I 'd decided to let them get a taste of the display before the big moment. We played well enough. I could see Mrs. Clarkson holding her spike. Mr. Clarkson leaned on the bar sipping scotch and taking it all in. Roscoe had made room for Carrie to get to the stage. Now we were cook, I hoped. Ben,

'' I understand one of our special invitee is the inspiration for this next one. Are you make to trip the light fantastic toe, All Night ? '' The crowd made the usual company noise as I stepped forward.

'' This is for Carrie, who 's always my special guest, let 's go boys ! '' The band played without fear. I tried to peach and play and determine Carrie dancing and keep an eye on her parents all at the like time. Sal hit his spot behind the dance bank line, then came thundering in to meet the gap making certain to cover any fans who decided to fill in the gap verbally. We went rocking on to a retentive, boisterous shout and reception conclusion. Carrie dancing enthusiastically with friends who were there. When we finally let it wind down I took a bow. `` That 's for Carrie Ann Clarkson, the finest girl in Ithiel Town. '' A glance to the back showed Mrs Clarkson beaming and her founding father nod his oral sex towards me.

We ripped through the last few Song dynasty, added an encore then left for the inaugural break. Back in the room I waited. The guys settled for a beer each. Roscoe popped in,

'' visitor. '' He raised his eyebrow at me. I gave him a thumbs up. He seemed relieved that he would n't deliver to tangle with Mr. Clarkson. They entered with Carrie. She gave me a hug as I introduced the isthmus. Mr. Clarkson, looked around, judder his head.

'' Not my kind of music, and I 'll never read this looking at, but you boys go hard out there and I 'm recite what I heard was good. '' A round of drinks of thank yous. I added,

'' Sir. '' Mrs. Clarkson hushed him.

'' Oh Roger, they were wonderful. They sound just like on the radio. And that song Kevin wrote was so a good deal fun. All those fry dancing. ``

'' I suppose. Anyway, I wanted to say hi. I understand you need to do that all again in a few minutes. We 'll be going. Carrie will stay, but you get her dwelling at a decent hr. ``

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Thanks papa. '' They left and the guys had another quick beer before the indorse set. We were much looser this clip around, delving into some raunchier rock and curlicue. We closed with All nighttime and when we left the phase they called for more. We ran back for an All Nox reprise, letting them yell whatever they wanted. Finally offstage Carrie quickly joined us. Other miss did too. Some looked at her with jealousy, others more with anger. They soon settled on their band member for the dark. I suggested to Carrie that we get out of there. `` Is n't there anywhere private. I am sooo turned on right now. '' She leaned right against me. `` I want to fuck you right now. '' I looked around. I 'd been in this elbow room dozens of times. There was no privacy. We 'd seen everything about each former for a couple years now. Then I saw the door.

'' There 's a petite bathroom over there, but you can barely ... '' She was already dragging me towards it. One girl who had her skirt around her and was bouncing on Rik 's lap looked at us going by,

'' Bitch is too good for the likes of us. '' We ignored her. Moments after closing the door Carrie was pulling at my whang. When my pants were gone she ignored my gruelling shaft long enough to slay her jeans and underwear. As I asked how, she leapt onto me. I was backed against the sink, her legs wrapped around me and her hired hand trying to direct my rooster. When she found the mark she settled onto me and demanded,

'' piece of ass me Kevin, fuck me. '' I lifted and dropped her down, she braced her invertebrate foot on the sink behind me. She held on for pricy life, her weapon lcoked behind my neck. It was mad, fauna lust. As she neared her flood tide she started chanting, `` All Nox, Fuck me ALL NIGHT. '' I did hump her a few more minutes. Then I came and came. Then we scrambled to avoid making a mess on our clothes. When we got ourselves together we rejoined the group. to the highest degree of the lady friend were gone. The guy cable applauded. Carrie bowed.

'' Damn man '', Sal observed, `` We were about to send Roscoe in to hold open her. Or maybe you. '' We had some laughs. The sort you have with a group you 've been a part of for awhile.

But those times were nearing an end. I talked with Mr. Clarkson a couple Clarence Day later. He acknowledged the reality, for now. I was acceptable for his daughter. And she could do some shows on point with me. For praxis we set-up in their cubic yard and did some songs for syndicate and friends. Then until Carrie was 18 we appeared at a coffee menage and a individual upshot. She did n't appear too nervous and we played off each other fairly well. After her natal day I got Hank 's ear again and he agreed to try us first on an other weeknight.

'' No one here then anyway, but I 'll get to see how it goes. '' The guy were lupus erythematosus than thrilled. Mostly Ben,

'' Dude, everyone always had their place. Now you 're gon na do your own thing ? Chicks always stamp out stria. '' He was sulking. Rik shrugged his shoulders.

'' I did n't think this was going to lastly always anyway. I 'm going to try getting some studio work. Maybe find more regular pay.

Sal offered, `` If you ever want to add a drummer, I 'm game. '' that really pissed off Ben, who felt he was being shunted aside.

'' You guys suck. '' I countered,

'' Ben it 's not like we 're disbanding. If Hank thinks it 'll go, I 'll open up some nights, then we 'll do our regular thing. ``

'' Yeah, we 'll see. ``

Carrie joined me for some early even display. Sometimes I 'd perform solo. We also tried one with Sal joining on tympan. I sort of liked that. This mostly worked around Carrie 's last calendar month of gamy school. I thought we could deliver a real go of it over the summer. Then the other horseshoe dropped. Every fucking brake shoe in town dropped. I heard the dreaded row,

'' Kevin, I need to talk to you. ``

'' What is it Carrie. Did I do something wrong ? Wh -- ''

'' Shh, no, you did n't do anything. I 've been afraid to severalise you. I should give long ago. I was thinking maybe I 'd change my mind. I am having a lot of fun, but it was always my dream, my plan to.. ''

'' To what ? ``

'' To surveil my Church Father. I 'm joining the Navy. ``

'' You 're WHAT ? '' A million things ran through my thinker. `` Is this your Father-God ? Is this how he breaks us up, gets rid of me ? You do n't have to, we could go on the route, we could ... ''

'' Ssh stop please. It 's not my father. swell it is and it is n't. I 've always looked up to him. I always wanted to take a leak him majestic and I always wanted to assume that uniform, to be like him. Strong and respected. ``

'' But the Navy ? ``

'' Please make making love to me. ``

'' Of path, I 'm just. I do n't know what to say. I'll.. ''

'' Do n't say anything. I just want you to hold me and love me. '' So we did. With all the things rattling around my brain I think I set a personal record for long and slow. Rocking and rolling together. Joined as one. After a skilful long sentence, Carrie brought me back to the moment, `` OK now I need you. '' I snapped back and focused and loved her some more, then eased myself in deep and let her feel my motivation for her. Then we lay together, saying nothing, lost in our sentiment. `` Kevin ? ``

'' Yeah Carrie ? ``

'' Do you hate me for this ? ``

I propped myself on an elbow. I looked her in the centre. Eyes just a bit red around the edges.

'' hatred you ? No never. I 'm not even mad. Confused. storm, sure. '' She hugged me to her and kissed me.

'' I 'll be good. No one else. ``

'' I appreciate your thought, but do n't throw promises. You have a entirely life ahead of you. You do n't know who you 'll meet. Just promise to be honest with me. When, or if it 's over. severalize me. I 'll be waiting for you. ``

So my girlfriend joined the Navy. She went to bootcamp at the grooming center. She came family with a cute unawares haircut. We had one night together, then she was off. I lost interestingness in the rover. I settled in as a singer/songwriter doing solo shows, playing a lot of songs about yearning and loss. I did an album. You may have heard it. More likely not. I 'd sit in with acquaintance at their gigs and enjoyed rocking out a bit. I traveled the country doing show, my favorite caper being how I was such a sway asterisk my girlfriend ran off to bring together the US Navy. Carrie and I kept in touch. In a prospicient note she confessed,

'' Kevin, do n't hate me. I did it. I 'd been working with a guy in a mechanical area. I was lonesome and it had been so long and we were far from household and he 's sexy and big and firm and I needed to be held and we did. On a shore depart overseas, we got a room. It was planned enough, not just spur of the minute. It was something I needed. And I wo n't lie. It was good. But I miss you. I miss you so practically. I wo n't pee-pee any other hope. But we 're not together. It was one leave of absence. I love you. ``

I wrote back to assure her that I understood. I knew about life history on the road and temptation and loneliness. I 'm ashamed to admit that I did n't mention the time or two when I took consolation from a woman after a show. I told her I would be there for her. I believed that.

When I heard that the fleet would be in San Diego I flew out and scheduled shows in the region to fund my trip. I 'd long ago given up on accounting as a primary job. I was a instrumentalist for hire. And I had a persuasion. I called the base. I asked if there was a way to speak to the Captain of a particular ship. The resolution was 'not really', but what was the grounds ?

'' I would like to Bible a execution for his crew while they are in port. '' I was told there was a section that handled such thing. I assured them that I would do this at no cost if I could speak to the maitre d'. I left a number for them to contact me with an answer. A day later I was surprised to receive a call. And an address at the Naval floor. He would give me ten minutes then occur me off to the allow department. When I arrived I was ushered into a waiting arena. The vernal man on at the desk outside the position gave me repeat glances. I was n't sure what his verbal expression meant. He asked one motion,

'' Are you from New Jersey ? '' I nodded. `` Thought so. '' Then his intercommunication system rang and a gruff voice called him in. When he returned he said to me, `` You can go in. He 's in use, so State your business. ``

I went in to a small-scale functional office. I stood there in a decidedly non military posture waiting to be told what to do. He looked up,

'' Sit. What can I do for you ? ``

'' I 'd care to put on a appearance for your crew while you 're in interface. To harbor the men, and women. ``

'' Out of the goodness of your heart ? What 's in it for you ? ``

'' I 'd wish to call for a five day pass or any pass for seaman Callie Ann Clarkson. '' He barked out a laughter, then settled back more relaxed. I wondered what egregious error I 'd made. He looked me over again. From my shoulder length hair to my weedy build.

'' Well this takes the patty. YOU are the boyfriend of Commander Roger Clarkson 's girl ? ``

'' Yes ... .Sir. ``

'' I would pay proficient money to have seen his expression the day YOU showed up at his front door. ``

'' It 's one I 'll never forget, Sir. ``

'' Ha. Ok, McCloskey out there tells me you 're pretty good and the crew would bask your euphony. You do the appearance and Clarkson can suffer her pass. 3 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. And you break have her binding here not one mo deep. I hope ol'man Clarkson does n't kick my ass for this. ``

'' Do n't you out rank him ? ``

'' I served under him some time ago. I learned everything I know about leading men from him. Some relationships outlive social status. ``

'' I see. Sir. ``

'' I 'll consume McCloskey direct you to the right department, with my commendation, to schedule a show. And one matter ... ''

'' Yes Sir, anything. ``

'' I 'll send out along a song request. I 'd be obliged if you 'd play it. ``

'' Of course ! Thank you. ``

'' Dismissed. '' Even I understood that my time was up. I got everything settled for the next night. The entertainment section sent out an proclamation for a live acoustical stone and roll show. Logos got around and a properly sized bunch was expected. One area was instructed to advert by their CPO, who had received an lodge from the Captain.

I had everything set-up and was set up to go. I waited behind a pall that served as `` offstage. '' mortal from the entertainment committee introduced me as `` Recording artist from New Jersey - Kev Frazier. '' There was cultivated applause, Thomas More of a wait and see crowd than your distinctive Saturday night rock lodge. Then there was one pant from towards the backbone of the audience and a slight shreik. That brought some joke and one guy who yelled, `` soul knows him. '' That drew bigger laugh. I started with a few songs that I was sure this group would appreciate. They got into it a bit more, so I pushed the acoustic a bit and did some toned down but to a greater extent straight out stone. Then from the mighty face I heard someone yell,

'' Hey, I know this guy from cover home. bring All Night. '' And now the fun began. I stepped back up to the mic and went into my level about wanting to be a big rock sensation, then my girl left me, to join the Navy !. The Guy hooted and howled. `` So I 've been playing around the country looking for her. You know, there are n't many ships in Cornhusker State ( a span of cheers ), so I heard about a fleet in San Diego. They tell me it 's the crowing around. '' That got the room rocking. `` So I 'm out here playing these appearance in the Bob Hope that ... .Hey Carrie Ann, wan na dance All Night ? '' The guy on the right field shouted, `` I knew it, this rock. '' but no one paid attending as a tar came flying up the shopping mall aisle, leaped on the phase and jumped into my arms. Fortunately she started from far enough back that I could set down the guitar. The guys were going unbalanced as Carrie smothered me in kisses. When she finally got off me, I turned to the consultation and said `` THIS is why you play in a band ! Here we go. '' Carrie stayed onstage to assist get the uninformed up to speed on the choruses. She was dancing and singing and clapping, leading one side, then the other competing for the louder All nighttime. And when we got to the final one she leaned right in and covered up my guitar slaps with a loud,

'' Gon na FUCK you, ALL dark ! '' Hey it was a Navy bunch, they loved it, cursing like, well crewman. Now the left side, sang `` fuck You '' and the aright side of meat replied, `` All nighttime. ``

Carrie stayed on stage for a couple of more call, showing her fellow straw hat that she could sing too. I then told the crew I needed to slow it down, replying to their groans with the info that this request, came from a higher authority. At least maitre d'hotel Sears'tastes were a little more recent than Mr. Clarkson 's. So the crew listened quietly to me doing Elvis. I wound up the display with some more current rock 'n' roll and closed out by announcing that I was holding one more point from the Captain.

'' This seems to be a 3 day liberty chit for a certain Seaman Callie Ann Clarkson. '' I waved it to many cry of approval. Also many yell of

'' Go Callie, represent the USN, All nighttime. '' She ran off to get together some matter for a distich days then met me to leave the ship. I was again instructed to have her back on base at this exact time in three 24-hour interval. I 'd saved to get a room at a 5 star hotel. first of all division all the way. When we got there, Callie, looking sexy despite her Navy uniform, looked around.

'' Wow, the career must really be picking up. ``

'' Maybe not, but this is for you. Something a fiddling more comfy than a cot on a ship. '' When we got up to the room she was even more than impressed. Champagne on ice, a huge and very comfy looking bed and lingerie that looked decidedly unmilitary.

'' Oh Kevin, I 've never worn anything like this, it 's so sexy. Let me go variety. ``

'' Later. Right now I have a heroic need for you. You 're dressed like a freakin'sailor and I want you more than than my future breath. ``

'' Hmm, if my man wants me that bad, how can I say no ? '' Carrie, moved against me, letting her leg rub against me, feeling my rousing, as if there was any uncertainty. She was soon out of her United States Navy paraphernalia and I was again looking at my aphrodisiac fille. I took her in my blazon and lavished osculation on her, my hands holding the familiar titty, cupping her even more toned stub. She now had some more brawniness in her weapons system and stage. Tight, stronger, still all feminine. I kissed her backwards until she hit the bed. I lifted her and dropped her back onto the impossibly plush bed. `` Woooo '' was her reaction to sinking into the bed. I was on her, needing her, touching and probing and finally finding my goal. With a sigh I sank my cock into her, groaning and moaning as I felt her deal detention of me, trying to hold me in and I backed off and thrust again. Our lip remained locked in an on-going kiss, trying to do up for lost clock time, all the piece pushing myself into Carrie then out. Grinding together then parting momentarily. Her back arch, her head back, sass now open, willing me to get her there.

Then signalling that I 'd succeeded. `` Oooooh yes, Kevin, oooh I missed this, oooh, uh, uh, unghhhhhh. '' I was right there with her urgently filling her with my cock, then adding what seemed to be calendar month worth of pent up need. I hugged her as I continued to slowly sink my pecker into her now very wet slit. Continuing until there was nothing left to press. I held her, my head alongside hers. We were both breathing heavily, catching our breath.

'' Hey, Cal. ``

'' Mmm, yes ? ``

'' What does Carrie Ann Clarkson and a Battleship have in common ? ``

'' Mmm, what love ? ``

'' They 're both to the full of se ( a ) men. '' She slapped my back, laughed.

'' How long were you saving that ? ``

'' I just thought of it. Really. ``

'' That 's as old as the Navy, but is usually told about some port wine 's Fighting Joe Hooker. ``

'' Oh, sorry. ``

'' No, that 's good, for a civilian. ``

'' So what do you want to do with your shore depart ? ``

'' Get laid. All Night. And day. You do realize I am never going to get a line the end of that birdcall. ``

'' Is that bad or unspoilt ? ``

'' You put on a good show. They 'll give me defecate anyway, but I 'll get points for you being aplomb. ``

'' sang-froid, hmm. ``

'' None of them would have the Ball to make a request from Captain Sears. ``

'' After your Dad, he was a piece of bar. ``

'' Now I 'll get ca-ca duty for a couple week to try I 'm not getting any party favour. ``

'' Sorry. ``

'' Nah, Charles Frederick Worth it to spend time with you. I ca n't believe you came out here and did all this for me. ``

'' I missed you. I 've been roaming around the country trying to quell busy. ``

'' I 've missed you too, but staying engaged is n't a problem. '' We fooled around a bit more, touching and teasing, then taking a falling out to order some food.

'' Get anything you want Callie. ``

'' Thanks but I ca n't put on much weight or they 'll run it off me. Still a steak and veggies would be great. ``

'' Done. '' Over dinner party we talked about more serious payoff. We both needed to clear the air of the gibbousness in the road. I admitted to my own moment of weakness.

'' Just twice ? ``

'' Yes. I 'll tell you as much or as niggling as you want. It was null more than loneliness and boredom. Not an oz. of meaning. ``

'' I believe you. I understand. ``

'' And you, you and whatever his public figure is do n't see each other ? ``

'' We 're on unlike ships now. We agreed that is was just a couple night of fun. ``

'' Fun ? ``

'' At the metre. Yes I guess. ``

'' And that 's it ? ``

'' Yes, except ... ''

'' Except ? ``

'' I 'm not for sure I wanted to discuss this. Or should. It could cause complicatedness. ``

'' What do you mean ? Did you or did n't you ? ``

'' It was not fun. It was not something I wanted. ``

'' You were raped ? ``

'' No. Yes. I do n't know maybe. ``

'' Which was it, tell me. ``

'' You wo n't think less of me ? ``

'' No matter what you say, I will be ok with you. ``

A sigh. `` OK. We were in embrasure in Hawaii. A group of us out at a bar. I had a couple too may. The others, all sailors, were of course drinking too. I decided I needed to get back. One of them offered to walk me. On the way back he got handsy. I pushed him away but he made like it was a joke. Then he pulled me to him and we kissed. I was wino, yes I was kissing him too. Then his hands began to roam, groping my mammilla, working my belted ammunition. Now I was worried. When his trouser we undone, I started crying. He outranked me. Then his cock was out. He did the thing where he answered his query for me. Like 'that 's it you do want it. There hold me', but I was pushing him away. ``

'' Did you tell him to quit ? ``

'' I do n't know, I was drunk and crying and afraid, then he was in me and I laid there and did n't engagement. Then he had me suck it so he could cum and not leave evidence. ``

'' That 's rape. Did n't you report it ? ``

'' It 's not easy. It 's a man 's world. And moreso in the armed forces. And he ranks me, I 'd have to go up the chain to mortal on his level. ``

'' ass the Chain, I 'll verbalize to Captain Sears. ``

'' NO ! ``

'' No ? ``

'' You do n't just go to the Captain. '' I sat back angry and dumbfound. How can this be left alone ? `` You 're mad at me ? ``

'' At you ? No, never. But this all sucking. founder me all the info. figure, date, location. ``

'' What are you going to do ? You ca n't go to the press. Anything like that will ruin my career. No one goes, outside. ``

'' I 'll think of something. ``

'' Do you still want me ? '' I took her hand and held her. Then I led her back to the bed.

'' If you want me. '' She did. We made up for more than lost time. Then we slept peacefully together. The skillful night 's sleep I 'd had in month. In the morning we were up early so as not to waste our three short twenty-four hour period. Carrie gave me one of her enthusiastic cock stretching drive. We actually did go out for awhile that day. She showed me around San Diego. We walked through Vasco Nunez de Balboa Mungo Park and the old town. That night Carrie treated me to her prancing around the room in her new lingerie. No dubiety the aphrodisiacal sailor in the fleet.

'' Carrie, in that you could bring down any Navy on the high seas. ``

'' I like it. I spend days grimy and sweaty and now I feel so, so sexy. '' Then she crawled along the bed up until she was straddling me and shaking her tits in my font. `` permission to come aboard ? ``

'' Granted. Permission to cum inside ? ``

'' Not until I do. ``

'' Deal. '' She led me to her. I entered, she rocked. Then we rolled over and I thrust into her. Then she pushed me off and got on her knees.

'' From derriere. Go surd. '' I held on to her ass and began thrusting fast and furiously into Carrie, her arse shaking each metre I made contact. I reached around and found her clit. It was protruding and waiting for me. I had one digit each slope of it and rubbed until she clenched down on me, letting out a screech as she came. I got a respectable hold of her again and pushed over and over. She fell forward on the bed. I followed holding her hips up just enough to forget myself and fill her wet pussy with my cum. Then I lay down on her back letting her feel me against her as my putz fell from her. `` MMM, that feels so good, having you keeping me warm and condom. ``

Our one-third day was given to a dayspring of sex, lunch, then an afternoon lying naked together. Finally the inevitable time arrived. Carrie got back into her uniform and I escorted her back to bag. As chiliad have before me I watch forlornly as my partner disappeared back into the service.

I went back to the way, having one more day until I left for a few shows in LA. showtime thing the next cockcrow I calculated the metre difference and picked up the earphone. I called a number in NJ.

'' Commander Roger Clarkson, US US Navy Retired, please. ``

'' Speaking. Who is this ? I do n't go by that here at my job. ``

'' It 's Kevin Frazier, Sir. I need to address to you. please listen all the way through. ``

'' Is it about Callie ? ``

'' Yes Sir. She 's perfectly ok, I just saw her. ``

'' Hmm, go ahead. ``

'' I told him what Carrie told me. epithet, particular date, fix, details. ``

'' And what are you going to do about it ? ``

'' I 'm doing it sir. Carrie warned me about going outside the service and chain of instruction and all that. ``

'' And how did you oppose to this. With Carrie ? ``

'' If you 'll excuse my bluntness. I consoled her and told her it changed nothing with me and I made honey to her to prove it. ``

'' OK. You did well. leave alone the rest to me. ``

'' Thank you Sir. ``

'' No, thank you. And you may ring me Roger. '' He hung up. A month later I received a very long space call from Carrie.

'' What did you do ? That roll in the hay who took advantage of me has been brought up on charges. He has agreed to be dishonorably discharged. ``

'' I called your father. I believe that was within the Chain of command. ``

'' Oh asshole. He 's going to be pissed. ``

'' He told me to call him Roger. ``

'' holy place shit. ``

It was difficult. The long separations with random shortstop visits, then months on the road playing in out of the way property. I thought about putting together a dance band. Maybe play for larger crowds and sense that excitement from making music together. But that would lead to different enticement. Over a two year time period there were changes in assignments, promotional material, and a movement to the Atlantic Ocean fleet. Carrie was on a different ship, still under captain Sears. When the fleet came in to New York I decided to visit the Captain again. After going through the now familiar run around I found myself outside his office. When I was allowed in he looked up at me from his desk and waved to a chair.

'' What trouble are you bringing me this time Frazier ? ``

'' None I hope, Sir. ``

'' Then what can I do for you ? ``

'' I 'd like to know what the process is to ask if I can marry one of your sailors. ``

'' Let 's starting signal by assuming you mean lilliputian military officer Clarkson ? ``

'' Yes sir. ``

'' And you felt the need to come to me with this ? ``

'' She 's under your program line. ``

'' Son, this is the Navy, but some things are done the rule way. Now you 've got balls I 'll present you that. But I want you to really show me how big they are. Two requests. First, go across the river there and see Commander Roger Clarkson, US USN, Retired. Ask him for his daughter 's bridge player. If you make it back here alive then you will entertain my crew again. This meter you will ask petty larceny Officer Clarkson, on stage, in front line of a room of sailor. If she accepts, then we will meet the Chaplain. I 'm assuming Roger Clarkson will need a full Naval wedding for his only daughter. How does that phone to you ? ``

'' Fine Sir. Roger has already given me his blessing. ``

'' Roger ? ``

'' That 's what he requested I call him. '' Sears looked at me. It was more like he was staring straight inside me.

'' You. You called Clarkson. About Eli Whitney. ``

'' Yes Sir, I did. '' He just nodded his headland. `` I 'll speak to your masses about a show. Would it be appropriate to let a wide ring ? It could get gaudy. ``

'' You 've never heard these guns go off. This is the USN, son. Yes recount my people you can experience a banding. You 'd still do Elvis ? ``

'' Of grade. ``

I contacted Sal and Rik. They were happy to be included and thought the venue would be cool. When I suggested asking Ben, Rik told me not to bother.

'' He 's let himself go. I have n't seen him in long time. Why do n't you just do the song ? I 'll bring a keyboard if you want Carrie to join in. red cent, Kev Frazier marrying a bluejacket, funniest shucks matter ever. ``

We had a dry run at Sal 's place. Drummers naturally needed a place to exercise that would n't disturb neighbors. It felt good to be back in strawman of my old rhythm part. After trying a few Song dynasty we decided to stave off the louder rockers. My voice had been playing mostly more unstrain tunes for awhile now and might pass on out if I started screaming. Still, we had some fun and felt set to entertain. They 'd set-up a stage on the pier which allowed for a good sized crowd. Even though they were being set loose in NYC, the sailor boy appreciated some free amusement. We figured there would be adequate topical anesthetic guys so when we hit the point I did Ben 's usual intro,

'' hi everyone, we 're The wanderer. Let 's rock 'n' roll ! '' We went right into some energetic rocking numeral. It was like old metre. The outside context gave it a festival atmosphere, the navy man were brassy and having fun. At the usual halfway gunpoint I turned to the guys, they nodded.

'' This is where we usually take a falling out '', groans, `` Fuck it. We 're gon na play All Night. '' And we did, literally and figuratively, `` But first, there 's someone here I need rightfulness up front for this song. lowly ship's officer Carrie Ann Clarkson, are you out there ? '' Hoots and hollering from her crowd mates as they lifted her and handed her forward. When she got to the stage I pulled her up. Now a `` mollify '' performer she walked right to the mic,

'' EASY, boys, this is my man here ! '' She gave me a candy kiss which naturally brought down the house. I then took the mic,

'' Before this future call, which you local guys may know '', sunshine from the topical anaesthetic guys, `` I need to attain one more request. '' I looked at Carrie, I think she knew what the doubtfulness would be. She gave the briefest nod. I knew I was secure. `` In front line of the fleet, as Captain Sears told be I must, Petty Officer Clarkson, will you hook up with me ? '' The ring was produced. She screamed,

'' Yes, yes, yes ! '' The ring fit, then she jumped onto me, legs wrapped around my back, and in battlefront of hundreds of sailors laid on a kiss for the geezerhood. With the crowd cheering she stood beside me and Sal counted us in for the song that we 'd be known for. The one inspired by the boater standing beside me. The Sung dynasty carried on and on, with various versions of what would happen All Night. The display continued, but I was on sail control. Singing with Carrie, entertaining the sailors, but thinking about later, when I 'd have Carrie to myself. We closed with the Captain 's request, which now seemed set aside for the ocassion. After the display he came to see us, thanking us for entertaining his crew, congratulating us and offering to host a good Naval wedding ceremony ceremonial occasion,

'' I spoke to Commander Clarkson. He confirmed that you 'd contacted him already. He grudgingly admits that there might be other ways than the armed forces to turn long hairy boys into men. You are going to cut that a bit for the hymeneals ? ``

'' Whatever works best for Carrie. It 's her day. ``

'' Good lot you two. Now go see your sept and show off that hoop. That 's an order. '' I thanked him. Carrie saluted. We drove over to New Garden State to see Carrie 's parents. She looked at me as I drove through the tunnel. I looked over,

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm waiting for the first-class honours degree meter that you call my Church Father Roger. I still do n't conceive that. '' I only smiled back.

When we got there the threshold was barely open when Carrie was waving her hired hand around. Her female parent was beside herself, Roger clapped me on the back.

'' You did it. Sears tells me you asked her in front end of the fleet ? ``

'' Yes Sir. ``

'' Ballsy, kid. ``

'' Roger, I hope that you can help me with any red magnetic tape. I 'd like Carrie to have the wax dark blue deal. ``

'' He did predict daddy Roger. Oh my god, look at you two. ``

'' He showed me a lot. I may be old schoolhouse, but I 'm not ancient. Now, may I call you son ? ``

'' I 'd be honored. ``

'' OK son, it seems my wife has made dinner reservations for the two of us. We can all catch-up later. You can use the guest way down the end of the hall. ``

'' Daddy. I 'm a United States Navy petty Officer on shore parting. ``

'' Or you may just ploughshare Carrie 's room. ``

'' Let 's go Roger. They need to catch-up too. And we 'll be late for dinner party. '' The doorway had barely closed when Carrie was on me. She dragged me to her sleeping room, still all pink and frilly with posters of rock stars.

'' Hey I do n't see any of Kev Frazier up there. ``

'' No, but none of them have ever been naked with me in here either. ``

'' MMM, I guess I win. ``

I sat at the psyche of her bed, the first man to be with her here in the room of her adolescent dreams. She sat on me so we could be face to boldness, my cock trapped between us. She kissed me and smiled.

'' I always dreamed of having a rock and roll whiz here with me. I may give entertained myself a few metre with that fantasy. ``

'' Will Kev Frazier do ? ``

'' You 're my tilt headliner. '' She lifted up and settled onto my prick, then settled down against me, sitting brass to boldness, joined together. We stayed this way awhile, kissing and talking bedchamber public lecture. I kissed her cervix, down to her shoulders. She leaned a back forcing my shaft to put pressure in the right spots as I sucked at one nipple, the work out and bit at the former. She moved just a bit, back and forth so we could feel each former inside her. She leaned her head back, her oral cavity subject in delight as she felt me stimulating her. Her nails drew lines on my spine, her home brawn worked on my cock, her clit pressed against me. My custody cupped her ass, house and tight, lifting her, then easing her back onto me. Carrie seemed to have a series of rises and easing off, her body approaching then cresting unto she asked me to slide down a bit, giving her room to lead off rocking on me as she liked best. The increase social movement now had me building. I was holding her tighter as the touch sensation rose. Carrie used my body as she needed until all the pent up cresting and easing burst forth in a waving, she shouted and let me know how she felt, how wonderful she felt. Then she continued to ride me until she felt my release, shooting up into her. She continued to rock and sway until I had no more. We had no idea how foresightful we 'd been. We washed up and dressed. Carrie now in everyday clothes.

We were surprised when we went down the hall to find Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson watching TV. Carrie blushed, I tried to hide a grinning. Roger raised an eyebrow. Mrs. Clarkson offered to nominate us something to eat. She took Carrie along into the kitchen. We soon heard them giggling. Roger looked at me,

'' You just maintain making my little girlfriend felicitous. ``

Fortunately Carrie 's way was at opposite ends of the menage from the Clarkson 's. We had more catching up to do that night.

The schematic Navy wedding was way Thomas More than I ever imagined. commanding officer Clarkson looked like a statue in his formal uniform. The chapel held enough administration to submit down a medium sized country. Carrie decided to forego the traditional bridal gown for her conventional whites. I got a haircut. There was martial medicine, then a wedding band. I was asked up to do a song, toning is down to, `` know You '' All Night. We danced and ate and mingled. It was a highlight of our time together.

If you like a happy ending, bettor hop off here. Unfortunately life is n't utter. It 's not all fairytale castling and hit record book. We did possess some great years, in the time we spent together. But five yr of intermittent bliss, with longsighted menses of separation was a strain. Then commander Roger Clarkson passed away at 62 from a spirit attack. That seemed to change Carrie some. Her rock, the base she judged herself against, the soul whose favorable reception she needed, was gone. Her mother was there for comfort, but her father had been the mortal she needed to please.

The next few were more ok than slap-up. Carrie would fare home from a new assignment, spend time telling me how officious she was, then use most of her off time catching up on work. I began to finger more like an after thought. Her life history had taken ascendance. The balance that was always teetering on edge finally was gone. Where previously we had barely contained need for each other, now she seemed to go along for the ride. I asked,

'' Is there something incorrect ? Have I done anything ? ``

'' You would n't understand Kevin. I have so many responsibilities. For people. For region of ships. It needs to be thoroughgoing. ``

Then almost grudgingly time for me. Perfunctory and by the Book. While she rocked on my cock as always it seemed she was mentally working on crew assignments. Then she was gone again. Working towards the following promotion. I filled my time playing around the northeast. A twelvemonth or so after my 30th birthday I got the dreaded call.

'' Kevin, we need to sing. I 'll be in the city next Monday. '' I had a feeling this was coming. The last clip together we 'd barely been, together. Not to bemoan my position, I knew what I 'd signed up for, but I 'd done my part, I thought. I know it 's rock and bankroll, but I take things seriously, whether my music or my vows. And now,

'' Carrie, just tell me. No bullshit please. '' There was silence. Then,

'' I was hoping to explain in person. You deserve that much. ``

'' I deserve the Truth. Tell me. '' More silence.

'' There 's someone else. We 've been versed. Yes a Navy man. I 'm sorry. ``

'' That 's it ? You 're fucking individual else. Oh I 'm sorry, being intimate. And you 're sorry. ``

'' Kevin, you know how it is. It 's so long between ... ''

'' So long you did n't call for me shoemaker's last time you were here. Has it been going on that longsighted ? ``

'' Yes. I 'm sure you have ... ''

'' I HAVE a lot of need. I keep my dick in my pants because I 'm hook up with. ``

'' Can we meet. Monday ? '' Now I paused. `` Kevin ? ``

'' Yes. But I do n't need details. I want newspaper publisher to subscribe. It 's all or nothing. That 's what you owe me. ``

We met. There were some tears. She agreed to an loose divorce. I went my own way. I suppose there should be some rock and roll and roll sinking feeling into despair. strong drink and drugs and hitting rock and roll bottom. But I never was much of a rock 'n' roll ace. I put a low band together and played our home area. It was a bread and butter. At shows someone would inevitably shout for 'All nighttime'. The isthmus was quick. I 'd shake my head,

'' We do n't act as that one any more. Here 's a sad one instead, '' It was a sad story. The diametrical opposition of All Night, then ...

You offer empty puff

Then tears evenfall while you explain

How you 've found somebody new

Like somehow that will ease the pain

I do n't want to try excuses

You do n't have to severalize me why

I 've no doubt what the truth is

shuffling this easy on yourself

Just say goodbye

adios Carrie Ann. I suppose, after all, it 's only rock and whorl .