`` give thanks you !. We 're The Wanderers. See ya again soon. '' And with the usual ending goodbye from Ben I gave a final stage Wave with my Fender and exited to my left. We 'd had a just show. It was a good gang at our deary topical anesthetic gild. Now the encores were done and sweaty and happy we filed into the pocket-size dressing way to relish a beer and other benefits of being in a rock band. The club 's principal bouncer, Roscoe, waited outside the medical dressing room. Ben paused to say,

'' The blond with the big tits in the Zep tee. '' Our drummer and bass role player, brothers Sal and Rik Venturi also left request. I waved him off,

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

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

'' Nope, got ta run. '' The Clown Show was an oddly named bar and club that often had us signed on for weekend gigs. Two 45 minute sets after an opening mathematical group, usually on the popular Sabbatum Night. This one was a more rare Wednesday Nox as a party favor to the owner. He had a band cancel and needed us on short notice. Wanting to last out in his good graces we agreed. This was LE of an issuance for the other guys, I was the only one with a day job.

It was 1979 and a perfect metre for young band who could act the sway and pop smash of the day. We worked every weekend and some weeknights. early nights we practiced. Ben Schrader, our lead vocalist handled all but the overweight rock and roll songs. He was message to hold out on the less than lush wages of a lowly time band. He had a pretty effective voice and should have made more of himself. Rik and Sal were a solidness radical for any band. They 'd go on to do a bit of session work and stayed in the business for some years. I was felicitous enough playing in the stripe. I was pretty damn good, so I was told, on the guitar, but I really wanted to have more control, do some more of the singing and try some singer/songwriter type material. I 'd recently asked Hank, who ran the Clown about performing as the opener, just as a solo. It was still an open question. I washed up and changed in the bath, then came out to find a blond, she did have big bosom, with Ben 's putz well into her back talk. Rik was making out with another skinnier blond, while Sal had a mouthful of a more questionable looking redhead 's tits. They waved me off as I grabbed my gear and headed for the door. Let 's make no misunderstanding here, I had my share of dressing elbow room blowjobs and more. It was amazing how easy it was if you could rip off a few secure solos and pee eye contact while singing a favorite tune. Getting deep was not the master reason to play in a topical anesthetic band. Still, to go out on my own I was going to need more cash, so I got up weekdays and headed into Manhattan to work in an accounting office of all affair. The guys in the set never did understand.

With Thursday night off, I decided not to hang out in my small flat. I went out for a Warren Burger then stopped at a pet ice cream shop. Sitting down with a sundae, I noticed a couple if young ma'am looking my way. At 20 age old, I guess I was a decent looking guy. 5-10, long brownness hair, on the dilute side of meat. I smiled and waved them over. I was used to being recognized in our domain. I was a little surprised when they declined. A pocket-size 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 smiling that did it, so I decided to take a opportunity. On my way out I stopped to say hello. They were nice enough about it, but there definitely was no realization. I liked that in a way. A probability to just be Kevin.

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

'' OK. '' The girl with the grinning offered. I sat and waited a moment, then figured I right say something,

'' I 'm Kevin. I live up on telephone exchange. '' Smile girl 's admirer answered,

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

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

'' carnival enough. I think Carrie is cute too. '' Now she gave me another smile. Her smile was framed by wavy light brown pilus, hazel/green optic, a cute little nose and a dimpled chad on each cheek. Rachel made a good face,

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

'' You do n't have to go. I did n't entail to dog you off. '' More unspoken words. Maybe whole condemnation,

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

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

'' I work in an method of accounting government agency, in New York. '' Well, that WAS my habitue 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 birth 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 walk her home. `` OK, but, um, my Dad is very strict, so be set for it. ``

'' It ? ``

'' He 's old school day Navy. He does n't like guy wire with long hair. Or guys who walk his girl home. Or guys who give his girl a upright night kiss, or much of anything else. '' This would be a challenge all right. So I walked Carrie, Carrie Ann actually, home. I walked her to her social movement door. Then waited. The threshold was opened by your Hollywood caudex Navy officer figure.

'' And who are you ? ``

'' I 'm Kevin Frazier. ``

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

'' Yes Sir. ``

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

'' fountainhead Sir, we met at the ice cream shop and talked for awhile. Her Friend had left, so I offered to walk Carrie Ann home. '' He looked me over. I wondered if he was deciding if a bombilation cut might get me presentable. Or if he should just upchuck me into the street. Carrie cut in. She was braver than me,

'' Daddy, Kevin was very overnice and I was happy to hold fellowship. ``

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

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.

'' commodity night Sir. '' The door closed. My instinct told me to run away from this post. But I had n't dated someome for me being me since I started playing in bands in high schoolhouse. So I called Carrie and we met a few more times. I was invited to her household to contact her parents. Her mother definitely softened the climate. She also seemed to have a bit of sway with her husband. She assured me that he was n't as elusive as he liked to project.

My weeks were now jam packed. With oeuvre, praxis, lance and Carrie I was going seven Day a week. After a month or so while strolling on a path through the county common she paused. Then she kissed me. Then she asked,

'' You said you have an apartment ? ``

'' Yep, up on Central. It 's not very much. ``

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

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

'' Daddy would freak out out, but, I 've already done it. And Mom let me get on birth 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 clothes off between kissing and touching. It was frantic and fun and a frenzy of entangled limbs and thrusting body parts. Carrie was an industrious kisser and an even more energetic lover. She climbed me like the highest summit and mounted me with ease. She never stopped kissing as I tried to detect a handhold while she rocked herself on me like an amusement parkland ride. I finally got a grip on her nice midsized breasts, with elbow grease bringing one quickly swaying teat to my sassing. My early helping hand followed the shape of her arse face as it moved to and fro. between kisses she encouraged me, using my name over and over, `` Kevin, Kevin, Kevin ... oooh, Kevin. She bit on my ear, sucked at my hind end lip, rocking, rocking, rocking. He pussy 's relentless motion on my pecker had me ready to abound. I closed my eyes, tried to think of song lyrics, felt her getting more excited, waited as she called my public figure louder, KEVIN !, then when she clutched herself to me, sat forcing me into her, I let my tension release, cumming in what felt like a flood 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 au naturel for the number one time with me,

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

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

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

'' OOh, dependable. 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 happy, 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 shoot me or something ? You 're ... ''

'' Almost 18. ``

'' That too. But in general. ``

'' I wo n't assure, if you do n't. Oh cool it 's getting hard again. '' Then she leaned over me and sucked my cock into her backtalk. Now I was fully firmly. She rolled over onto her back, `` Take me Kevin. Do it again. '' I looked down at her sexy physical structure, her cute smiling, her wavy hair's-breadth now splayed around her head. I found my place between her outstretched legs and showed her what retard and easy lovemaking could be. She pushed herself up to meet 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 outstanding 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 ring at our next practice. As usual Ben was n't so crazy about my master copy. Mainly because I usually wanted to sing my own birdsong. He liked being the meat of attention. When I took the lead he was relegated to acoustic strumming, tamborine or keystone. 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 cognise I 'm in a band. ``

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

'' No, that 's why he 's writing a Song. Let me seem at the lyrics. '' He grabbed a sheet, `` Yep, her gens 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 meter fill. No need for the word. ``

'' Cheesy. ``

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

'' Hmm, might operate. ``

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

Tuesday Night Carrie asked if I wanted to fall out at her Quaker 's house. Of course I went along. This was n't the friend at the ice cream shop. Stacey 's family had a nice sign of the zodiac with a piano prominently placed in the aliveness room.

'' Stacey plays piano, sometimes we sing together. Want to get a line us ? ``

'' Sure. Do you diddle too ? ``

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

'' in effect, but ... '' I could n't leave well enough alone. But music is music.

'' But what ? ``

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

'' What do you mean ? ``

'' 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 legal document if inspiration ten-strike. When I came back I strummed a few times to notice what I wanted. `` Ok, now sing along with the guitar. Saame call. She did and her voice sounded good. Even Stacey agreed.

'' Hey, you sounded really just. ``

'' You think so ? '' I nodded.

'' Now you were in your key. You did n't have to try for your Federal Reserve note. '' 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 room, then returned thumbing through one of those each week papers they give away around town. Oh well, looks like the plot 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 newspaper publisher at her.

'' Not Kevin. Kev. He 's Kev Frazier. The roamer. They play all the night club around here. This guy fucking stone a guitar. You fucked a stone guitarist. '' Hmm, she knew that too.

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

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

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

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

'' That 's actually kinda honeyed. But now can you flirt us something ? ``

'' What do you experience on pianoforte, I 'll wager along and we can all sing. ``

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

'' I 'm not exactly well have a go at it outside this county. '' Carrie still seemed in a bit of a stupor. Then she looked at me,

'' So you get a lot of female child ? ``

'' No one since I met you. ``

'' Really ? ``

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

'' Hey, hey, no funny hooey on the furniture. '' Remenbering where she was Carrie moved over by the pianissimo. We did a few favorites, then Carrie asked when we 'd be playing in Ithiel Town 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 eff. He 'll let you in. '' That elicited squeals of happiness. Then when we left Stacey 's Carrie asked if we could detour to my place. It would have in mind getting her menage a little late, but thoughts of a felicitous naked Carrie overrode everything. As expected she was happily enthusiastic. She started by ripping my pants down and sucking my cock well into her mouth. Looking up at me, twinkling middle and a grinning wide-cut of cock, she licked the distance of me, then promised,

'' I 'm gon na suck you and hump you near than any groupie. '' Now that 's a tall job because some of those girls, well let 's say they do give birth more experience. But I appreciated the movement. offset she sucked my peter then swallowed everything I had. Then she continued sucking and licking me until I was hard enough for her to taunt and ride and ride. I held onto her ass and watched her titty swinging, her mouth open, her heart closed, her organic structure using every muscularity to use me for her motive and mine. When we collapsed, tire and used up, she lay her chief on my bureau. `` Hmm, so I 'm fucking a rock star. Although I know an accountant who fucks salutary too. '' We must have drifted off. I awoke with a starting time. We cleaned up quickly and I drove her abode praying for the near. To my dying day I 'll never feel more relieved than when that doorway opened and Mrs. Clarkson was waiting there.

'' You two are very lucky my hubby was called away. And do n't think I do n't be intimate what you 've been doing. '' Carrie looked with repulsion at her mother,

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

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

'' We 're ok ? ``

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

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

Still, being 20 I never did concern myself with the potency fortune to myself of dating Carrie Ann Clarkson. We continued going to my apartment and I continued to be rewared with the joys of making dearest to such a cute offspring woman. Carrie Ann appreciated my willingness to rise up against her father 's want and I benefited from her appreciation. Our succeeding bit of risky business was to get Carrie into one of our nights as the goofball Show firm circle. To get the full impression Stacey and I thought a Saturday nighttime would be honest. Stacey and Carrie planned for her to continue overnight at Stacey 's theatre. They met there and changed into more reserve gild wearable, or at least what Stacey told Carrie would be More capture. When I got to the mostly discharge bar I found Roscoe and asked for a immense favor. There was some, at the time rebuff, risk of infection to the bar for knowingly letting in nestling. I told him the names and asked if he 'd let them in and wee sure they got right up front on my side.

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

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

'' You 're ok Kev. Lots of you musician are motherfucker. But you 're ok. ''

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

I got the band together wing and asked for their best drive. Of course I got shit for suggesting that they did n't always give their best elbow grease ( they did n't ). Then I asked if we could wager 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 beats on time. Sal was always on time.

We hit the phase right at 9. There was a whole looking crowd. Those up front, beers in hand ready for some rock candy and roll. Towards the back were those who wanted some desktop euphony while they made their moves on members of the inverse sex. It was n't so jam-packed that the kids could n't trip the light fantastic, but Hank would be satisfied that we still drew a gracious Sabbatum night bunch. I looked down point left and there were Carrie and Stacey. Carrie appeared to have more physical composition than common, fuddled denim, Patrick Victor Martindale White shirt. Roscoe had done his thing. Ben did the usual introduction, asking who wanted to company and we launched into a rocking act that always got the gang moving. When we hit the guitar solo I made sure to play it for Carrie. She seemed genuinely surprised and pleased that her comptroller boyfriend was playing it like she heard on the radio. We went through our common run of hits, moving from harder rocking tunes, to slower ballads that allowed some close dancing for those so tend. It was going well until I noticed a slight commotion 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 hand on each of their asses. Trying to be a pro I kept on with the song, but I managed to capture Roscoe 's eye. A cold-shoulder nod to the field in front line of me and in instant the guy disappeared backwards into the crowd. My man Roscoe.

After a particularly sweaty active part of the set Ben advised the crew,

'' 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 winder and left center stage for me. I decided to remain on my own mic, right in front of Carrie.

'' Thanks Ben. We 've been working on this one. The working claim is All nighttime, but it could have been Carrie Ann. '' I glanced down to see Carrie cover her grimace with her hands, Stacey was jumping up and down pointing at her friend, letting those around them know that Carrie Ann was among them. I started into the song, a tale of want and need and a bit of lecherousness. When I hit the first refrain 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 beat on prison term and off we went into another verse line, then..Carrie, ... ... ... .., All Night, Sal filled that place perfectly, Ben and Nik, got the All Nights, adding a bit more enthusiasm. Then we and the crowd were set to go All Night, back and Forth River call option 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 microscope 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 Sung dynasty of honey and lust and rock and whorl. After the maiden set we sat wing for our 15 minute break. There was a whang at the doorway. We did n't allow `` visitors '' between sets. We needed the pause. Roscoe stuck his caput in the threshold,

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

'' Sure ! '' Carrie and Stacey entered a elbow room full of the olfactory perception of sweaty men, cigaret, pot and beer. `` Guys, this is Carrie Ann. '' I introduced the guy cable. Rik looked her over,

'' Now I understand the Song. '' Carrie, not used to being the center of tending, blushed and shrunk back a little. I went to open her a hug as Stacey managed to find herself standing next to Ben. Carrie tried to quietly ask me,

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

'' Yeah. ``

'' And the finish part, you did mean '', now an even lower voice, `` Fucking ? ``

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

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

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

'' No, it 's. wellspring 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 dynasty. '' I was happy she was ok with it. I was even glad when we hit the degree for the endorsement set. Right after the presentation Ben asked,

'' Are you ready to sway, ALL dark ? ? ? '' The bunch whooped, he stepped back and start an operating expense 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 isthmus,

'' Let 's go ! '' This time the crowd knew what was expected. the call and answer was enthusiastic from the kickoff, the ending went on and on. The kids 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 time. 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 quickly passing. Stacey said she was staying to party. I had a feel she and Ben were going to deliver their own fun. When we got to my flat, despite Carrie covering my typeface with osculation, I begged for a cascade first.

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

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

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

'' OK then but it 's a small-scale shower. ``

'' I want to be very close to you anyway. '' So we crowded into my shower. The water sprayed over us, Carrie quickly cleaned my cock, then cleaned it some more, then when it was squealing clean she took it abstruse into her sassing. All her tending had me filling her mouth in no time. We were now wet and slippery and very close.

'' direct me to bed, now please. ``

'' Can we dry off ? ``

'' No, a man tells a room full of masses that he wants to fuck me all night, well he better put up or shut up, sway wiz. '' We went to bed, soaking wet. I started by sinking my tongue into Carrie 's juicy pussycat. She had a decent George Bush of brownish hair, all her lips on display, a clit that protruded when excited. And she was excited. It was no campaign to have her singing my praises as she came, coating my sassing with her pleasance. By now I was cook again and quickly replaced my tongue with my hard cock. The energy of the show, of a uncoerced bunch, a set hitting on all cylinder, drove me. I was nearly as energetic as Carrie as I gave her my everything. She implored me to fuck her `` all Night Kev, all Nox, just keep fucking me. '' She was supposedly at her friend 's theater. So we did, until the early dayspring. When we were done both of us admitted to being a niggling sore. It was Sunday. I could rest. Carrie needed to get home, supposedly from Stacey's.

Things were going great. Now that Carrie knew about my early job she could spend more than clock time with me. She was still a month or so from being able to take in our even shows. I could n't push Roscoe 's friendship too much, although he told me more than once that he REALLY appreciated being part of the dance band that nighttime,

'' I got two beloved that night. darn. ``

I had an musical theme for when Carrie turned 18. We 'd started singing together in my apartment. Me on the acoustic and Carrie practicing on the stripe 's electric keyboard that I borrowed. She did fine on duets and singing harmony. She was n't quite ready to acquit a full jumper cable. I talked to Hank again. He still was n't sure about an early solo act.

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

'' Nah, Kid. I 'm just not certainly if the too soon crowd wants to get word a guy on guitar singing slow song when they 're here for a rock appearance. I can book a unexampled circle to fill the slot. '' Now I tried something new.

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

'' How attractive ? ``

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

'' How old is she ? ``

'' Almost 18. ``

'' When she loses the almost we 'll speak. '' perfective. We had more clock time to practice.

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

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

'' Yes sir. ``

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

'' I do sir. Five days a week. Never miss a day. And I exercise and play with the band at Nox and on weekends. ``

'' Hmm. I 'm not sure enough I like my daughter being associated with dance orchestra. stacks of drugs and booze and such. ``

'' Sir, I do not do any drugs. zippo. Yes I do pledge beer. '' He was staring through me.

'' It 's come to my attending that you have a song, that might be about my daughter. '' Oh mother fucker. `` 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. ``

'' bet it for me. Betty, occur in here dear. '' 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 flow pop music. I 'm Thomas More of a Sinatra man myself. Betty here does listen to the radio with Carrie and has a secure ear for popular music. Play. ``

I played. I almost felt I was playing for my lifetime. I toned it down some as an acoustical number. I emphasized the dancing All Night, then used a mate smack on the guitar for Sal 's fill. Still I think they understood.

'' Kevin, I personally think that 's a dirty minded strain, and you use my daughter 's name in it. '' He looked at his wife. `` Betty, is that a dirty minded song ? ``

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

'' Is he suggesting ? ``

'' wellspring, yes. '' Roger Clarkson turned an interesting nuance of red. I think he was about to snatch my cervix. `` It 's a respectable song Roger. Carrie is turning 18. She tells me all the girls at school are covetous. '' His color eased off a bit.

'' When do you meet again. We will be attending. ``

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

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

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

'' NO. My daughter is NOT going to be on point with a rock music band. ``

'' 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 nice. Carrie loves music. '' He was simmering.

'' I 'll kick in you my decisiveness after seeing your band and hearing what you plan. ``

'' Thank you sir. ``

'' Are you respecting my girl. Treating her right ? ``

'' Roger. I 've talked to her, Mother to girl. She 's never been happier. ``

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

I got out of there and called Ben. We needed to be indisputable the Saturday set list excluded our most obnoxious vocal. Loud and fast was ok. But tone down the cursing and drug point of reference. And yes, All dark would have to stay in.

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

'' swell, you have no idea. It 's like staring down a battlewagon from a sportfishing gravy boat. ``

Gig dark we all wore our best trashy clothes, cleaned up a bit and I had promises from the guys of nothing illegal in the fertilisation way. I alerted Roscoe who said he would put particularly squiffy ascendency on the crowd. And also fix a safe patch towards the back for Carrie 's parents. Carrie got permission from her parents to hang with them. This clock time 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 behind the bar. It was priced out of the range of almost all the attendees anyway. I was more nervous than the night we premiered Carrie 's song as I now thought of it. And almost as aflutter as our first off show early the previous twelvemonth. We hit the stage and Ben opened with,

'' Hey everyone, special Guest and all you habitue. We 're The wanderer. Let 's rock ! '' I 'd decided to let them get a taste of the show 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 leg. Now we were ready, I hoped. Ben,

'' I understand one of our exceptional guests is the inspiration for this next one. Are you quick to trip the light fantastic, All Night ? '' The gang made the usual party racket as I stepped forward.

'' This is for Carrie, who 's always my extra node, let 's go son ! '' The band played without fear. I tried to sing and play and learn Carrie dance and celebrate an eye on her parents all at the same time. Sal hit his topographic point behind the terpsichore line, then came thundering in to sate the gap making sure enough to underwrite any buff who decided to meet in the gap verbally. We went rocking on to a long, robustious call and response conclusion. Carrie dancing enthusiastically with friends who were there. When we finally let it thread down I took a bow. `` That 's for Carrie Ann Clarkson, the finest young lady in townspeople. '' A glance to the backrest showed Mrs. Clarkson beaming and her father nod his head towards me.

We ripped through the last few song, added an encore then left for the first jailbreak. cover in the room I waited. The guys settled for a beer each. Roscoe popped in,

'' visitor. '' He raised his supercilium at me. I gave him a thumb up. He seemed relieved that he would n't have to tangle with Mr. Clarkson. They entered with Carrie. She gave me a hug as I introduced the banding. Mr. Clarkson, looked around, shake his head.

'' Not my kind of medicine, and I 'll never translate this looking at, but you boys put to work hard out there and I 'm told what I heard was soundly. '' A unit of ammunition of thank yous. I added,

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

'' Oh Roger, they were marvellous. They sound just like on the radio. And that song Kevin wrote was so much fun. All those small fry dancing. ``

'' I suppose. Anyway, I wanted to say how-do-you-do. I understand you need to do that all again in a few min. We 'll be going. Carrie will stay put, but you get her dwelling house at a decent 60 minutes. ``

'' Yes sir. ``

'' Thanks Daddy. '' They left and the guys had another warm beer before the endorse set. We were much looser this time around, delving into some raunchier rock and bankroll. We closed with All Night and when we left the stage they called for more. We ran back for an All Night 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 lot member for the night. 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 hump you right now. '' I looked around. I 'd been in this room dozens of times. There was no privacy. We 'd seen everything about each other for a couple years now. Then I saw the door.

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

'' squawk is too good for the the like of us. '' We ignored her. Moments after closing the room access Carrie was pulling at my whack. When my pant were gone she ignored my intemperate dick long enough to off her jeans and underwear. As I asked how, she leapt onto me. I was backed against the cesspool, her legs wrapped around me and her hand trying to direct my cock. When she found the gull she settled onto me and demanded,

'' roll in the hay me Kevin, fuck me. '' I lifted and dropped her down, she braced her feet on the swallow hole behind me. She held on for beloved lifespan, her arms lcoked behind my neck. It was frantic, animal luxuria. As she neared her flood tide she started chanting, `` All night, Fuck me ALL dark. '' I did fuck her a few Thomas More mo. Then I came and came. Then we scrambled to avoid making a pickle on our dress. When we got ourselves together we rejoined the group. Most of the girls were gone. The bozo applauded. Carrie bowed.

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

But those clip were nearing an end. I talked with Mr. Clarkson a yoke days later. He acknowledged the realism, for now. I was acceptable for his daughter. And she could do some shows on stage with me. For pattern we set-up in their pace and did some songs for family and friends. Then until Carrie was 18 we appeared at a coffee berry house and a common soldier event. She did n't appear too nervous and we played off each former fairly well. After her birthday I got Hank 's ear again and he agreed to try us first on an ahead of time weeknight.

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

'' Dude, everyone always had their place. Now you 're gon na do your own thing ? wench always shoot down dance orchestra. '' He was sulking. Rik shrugged his shoulders.

'' I did n't think this was going to last-place constantly anyway. I 'm going to try getting some studio study. Maybe find Thomas More veritable 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 cultivate, I 'll open up up some nights, then we 'll do our unconstipated thing. ``

'' Yeah, we 'll see. ``

Carrie joined me for some ahead of time eventide appearance. Sometimes I 'd do solo. We also tried one with Sal joining on drumfish. I kind of liked that. This mostly worked around Carrie 's last calendar month of high school. I thought we could birth a very go of it over the summertime. Then the early shoe dropped. Every fucking shoe in town dropped. I heard the dreaded wrangle,

'' Kevin, I need to lecture 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 tell you. I should have long ago. I was thinking maybe I 'd exchange my thinker. I am having a lot of fun, but it was always my dream, my plan to.. ''

'' To what ? ``

'' To stick with my sire. I 'm joining the naval forces. ``

'' You 're WHAT ? '' A million matter ran through my intellect. `` Is this your father ? Is this how he breaks us up, gets rid of me ? You do n't consume to, we could go on the road, we could ... ''

'' Ssh stop over please. It 's not my begetter. Well it is and it is n't. I 've always looked up to him. I always wanted to make him proud and I always wanted to wear that uniform, to be like him. Strong and respected. ``

'' But the Navy ? ``

'' Please make love to me. ``

'' Of course, I 'm just. I do n't have sex what to say. I'll.. ''

'' Do n't say anything. I just want you to defy me and have it off me. '' So we did. With all the things rattling around my mastermind I think I set a personal disk for long and slow. Rocking and rolling together. Joined as one. After a soundly tenacious time, 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 need for her. Then we lay together, saying nothing, lost in our thoughts. `` Kevin ? ``

'' Yeah Carrie ? ``

'' Do you detest me for this ? ``

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

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

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

'' I appreciate your thought, but do n't make promise. You have a wholly biography ahead of you. You do n't sleep with who you 'll meet. Just promise to be honest with me. When, or if it 's over. Tell me. I 'll be waiting for you. ``

So my girl joined the navy. She went to bootcamp at the training center. She came home with a cute short haircut. We had one Night together, then she was off. I lost interest in the Wanderers. I settled in as a singer/songwriter doing solo shows, playing a lot of songs about hungriness and loss. I did an album. You may consume heard it. More likely not. I 'd sit in with Friend at their gigs and enjoyed rocking out a bit. I traveled the area doing visual aspect, my favorite laugh being how I was such a rock star my girlfriend ran off to join the dark blue. Carrie and I kept in touch. In a long distinction 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 home and he 's sexy and big and solid and I needed to be held and we did. On a shore leave overseas, we got a room. It was planned enough, not just goad of the present moment. 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 make any former promise. But we 're not together. It was one leave. I love you. ``

I wrote back to assure her that I understood. I knew about life on the road and temptations and loneliness. I 'm ashamed to take on that I did n't name the clock time or two when I took solace from a adult female 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 area to fund my misstep. I 'd long ago given up on account statement as a primary coil job. I was a musician for hire. And I had a cerebration. I called the nucleotide. I asked if there was a way to speak to the Captain of a finicky ship. The solution was 'not really', but what was the ground ?

'' I would like to book a public presentation for his crowd while they are in port. '' I was told there was a section that handled such affair. I assured them that I would do this at no toll if I could mouth to the Captain. I left a number for them to contact me with an solvent. A day later I was surprised to take in a call. And an address at the Naval base. He would return me ten second then go through me off to the allow department. When I arrived I was ushered into a waiting area. The young man on at the desk outside the office gave me reduplicate glances. I was n't indisputable what his expression meant. He asked one question,

'' Are you from New Jersey ? '' I nodded. `` cerebration so. '' Then his intercom rang and a gruff spokesperson called him in. When he returned he said to me, `` You can go in. He 's interfering, so state your patronage. ``

I went in to a pocket-size functional situation. I stood there in a decidedly non armed services 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 show for your crew while you 're in port. To nurse the men, and women. ``

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

'' I 'd like to request a five day passing game or any straits for Elizabeth Seaman Callie Ann Clarkson. '' He barked out a laugh, then settled back to a greater extent relaxed. I wondered what egregious error I 'd made. He looked me over again. From my berm length hair's-breadth to my scraggy build.

'' Well this takes the cake. YOU are the fellow of Commander Roger Clarkson 's daughter ? ``

'' Yes ... .Sir. ``

'' I would pay commodity money to consume seen his expression the day YOU showed up at his nominal head room access. ``

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

'' Ha. Ok, McCloskey out there tells me you 're pretty undecomposed and the crew would love your music. You do the show and Clarkson can have her pass. 3 Day. And you better have her back here not one minute former. I hope ol'man Clarkson does n't give up my ass for this. ``

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

'' I served under him some fourth dimension ago. I learned everything I know about leading men from him. Some kinship outlive social rank. ``

'' I see. Sir. ``

'' I 'll take in McCloskey organize you to the right department, with my favorable reception, to schedule a show. And one matter ... ''

'' Yes Sir, anything. ``

'' I 'll send along a Sung dynasty postulation. I 'd be obliged if you 'd play it. ``

'' Of course ! Thank you. ``

'' Dismissed. '' Even I understood that my metre was up. I got everything settled for the side by side night. The entertainment department sent out an announcement for a go acoustical rock and roll show. Book got around and a decent sized gang was expected. One area was instructed to hang by their CPO, who had received an rules of order from the Captain.

I had everything set-up and was ready to go. I waited behind a curtain that served as `` backstage. '' Someone from the entertainment committee introduced me as `` Recording artist from New Jersey - Kev Frazier. '' There was civil applause, more of a postponement and see crowd than your typical Saturday night rock 'n' roll social club. Then there was one gasp from towards the spine of the hearing and a little shreik. That brought some jape and one guy who yelled, `` mortal knows him. '' That drew larger laughs. I started with a few call that I was sure this radical would appreciate. They got into it a bit more, so I pushed the acoustical a bit and did some toned down but more straight out rock. Then from the correctly side I heard someone yell,

'' Hey, I know this guy from back rest home. dally All nighttime. '' And now the fun began. I stepped back up to the mic and went into my story about wanting to be a big rock'n'roll star, then my girlfriend left me, to join the Navy !. The Guy hooted and howled. `` So I 've been playing around the rural area looking for her. You know, there are n't many ships in Nebraska ( a couple of cheers ), so I heard about a fleet in San Diego. They tell me it 's the fully grown around. '' That got the room rocking. `` So I 'm out here playing these shows in the hope that ... .Hey Carrie Ann, wan na dance All Night ? '' The guy on the right shouted, `` I knew it, this rocks. '' but no one paid attention as a Seaman came flying up the gist gangway, leaped on the level and jumped into my arms. Fortunately she started from far adequate back that I could set down the guitar. The guys were going unhinged as Carrie smothered me in osculation. When she finally got off me, I turned to the hearing and said `` THIS is why you play in a band ! Here we go. '' Carrie stayed onstage to facilitate get the uninformed up to speed on the choruses. She was dancing and singing and clapping, leading one incline, then the other competing for the louder All Nights. And when we got to the last one she leaned right in and covered up my guitar slap with a loud,

'' Gon na FUCK you, ALL Nox ! '' Hey it was a United States Navy crowd, they loved it, cursing like, well sailors. Now the left wing side, sang `` Fuck You '' and the right position replied, `` All night. ``

Carrie stayed on stage for a couple of Sir Thomas More song, showing her gent sailor that she could let the cat out of the bag too. I then told the crowd I needed to slow down it down, replying to their moan with the information that this postulation, came from a higher agency. At least captain Sears'taste sensation were a little more recent than Mr. Clarkson 's. So the gang listened quietly to me doing Lucy in the sky with diamonds. I wound up the show with some more current rock and closed out by announcing that I was holding one more point from the Captain.

'' This seems to be a 3 day passing game for a certain old salt Callie Ann Clarkson. '' I waved it to many shouts of favorable reception. Also many shouts of

'' Go Callie, represent the USN, All Night. '' She ran off to gather some things for a couple days then met me to leave the ship. I was again instructed to have her back on infrastructure at this exact time in three days. I 'd saved to get a room at a 5 star hotel. First class all the way. When we got there, Callie, looking sexy despite her Navy uniform, looked around.

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

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

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

'' Later. Right now I have a desperate penury for you. You 're dressed like a freakin'skimmer 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 doubt. She was soon out of her United States Navy gear and I was again looking at my sexy girl. I took her in my arms and lavished osculation on her, my mitt holding the familiar breasts, cupping her even more toned butt. She now had some more muscularity in her arms and legs. 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 finish. With a sigh I sank my cock into her, groaning and moaning as I felt her subscribe to hold of me, trying to hold me in and I backed off and thrust again. Our oral cavity remained locked in an on-going kiss, trying to make up for lost time, all the while pushing myself into Carrie then out. Grinding together then parting momentarily. Her back arched, her head back, mouth 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 hammer, then adding what seemed to be calendar month worth of pent up need. I hugged her as I continued to slowly sink my cock into her now very wet kitty-cat. Continuing until there was null left to advertize. 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 know ? ``

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

'' How long were you saving that ? ``

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

'' That 's as old as the Navy, but is usually told about some embrasure 's hookers. ``

'' Oh, no-good. ``

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

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

'' Get laid. All night. And day. You do realize I am never going to learn the end of that Sung. ``

'' Is that bad or upright ? ``

'' You put on a effective show. They 'll give me stool anyway, but I 'll get points for you being cool. ``

'' sang-froid, hmm. ``

'' None of them would sustain the balls to make a request from Captain Sears. ``

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

'' Now I 'll get give away tariff for a couple weeks to prove I 'm not getting any party favor. ``

'' Sorry. ``

'' Nah, Worth it to expend 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 detain busy. ``

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

'' Get anything you want Callie. ``

'' Thanks but I ca n't put on a good deal free weight or they 'll run it off me. Still a steak and veggie would be outstanding. ``

'' Done. '' Over dinner we talked about more serious progeny. We both needed to realize the air of the bulge in the road. I admitted to my own import of weakness.

'' Just twice ? ``

'' Yes. I 'll tell apart you as much or as little as you want. It was nothing more than loneliness and tedium. Not an Panthera uncia of meaning. ``

'' I believe you. I understand. ``

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

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

'' Fun ? ``

'' At the fourth dimension. Yes I guess. ``

'' And that 's it ? ``

'' Yes, except ... ''

'' Except ? ``

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

'' What do you intend ? 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, recite me. ``

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

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

A sigh. `` OK. We were in port in Hawaii. A group of us out at a bar. I had a couple too may. The others, all boater, were of course crapulence 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 put-on. Then he pulled me to him and we kissed. I was drunk, yes I was kissing him too. Then his hands began to wander, groping my tits, working my bash. Now I was worried. When his pants we undone, I started crying. He outranked me. Then his cock was out. He did the matter where he answered his dubiousness for me. Like 'that 's it you do want it. There bind me', but I was pushing him away. ``

'' Did you tell him to stop ? ``

'' I do n't recognise, I was drunk and crying and afraid, then he was in me and I laid there and did n't fight. Then he had me sop up it so he could cum and not give evidence. ``

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

'' It 's not soft. It 's a man 's world. And moreso in the military. And he ranks me, I 'd cause to go up the mountain range to someone on his grade. ``

'' Fuck the chain of mountains, I 'll spill to senior pilot Sears. ``

'' NO ! ``

'' No ? ``

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

'' At you ? No, never. But this all sucking. Give me all the info. Name, day of the month, location. ``

'' What are you going to do ? You ca n't go to the press. Anything like that will break my life history. 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 lost metre. Then we slept peacefully together. The ripe Night 's slumber I 'd had in month. In the morning we were up early so as not to waste our three short day. Carrie gave me one of her enthusiastic putz stretching rides. We actually did go out for awhile that day. She showed me around San Diego. We walked through Balboa parking area and the old town. That Night Carrie treated me to her prancing around the room in her new lingerie. No doubt the aphrodisiacal sailor in the fleet.

'' Carrie, in that you could bring down any navy on the high sea. ``

'' 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 boob in my fount. `` Permission to follow 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 backside. Go hard. '' I held on to her ass and began thrusting fast and furiously into Carrie, her butt shaking each fourth dimension I made contact. I reached around and found her clit. It was protruding and waiting for me. I had one finger each English of it and rubbed until she clenched down on me, letting out a screeching as she came. I got a dear wait of her again and pushed over and over. She fell forward on the bed. I followed holding her hips up just enough to swallow up myself and replete her wet pussy with my cum. Then I lay down on her back letting her feel me against her as my cock fell from her. `` MMM, that feels so serious, having you keeping me warm up and safe. ``

Our third day was given to a sunrise of sex, lunch, then an good afternoon lying bare together. Finally the inevitable time arrived. Carrie got back into her unvarying and I escorted her back to base. As yard have before me I watch forlornly as my pardner disappeared back into the service.

I went back to the room, having one more day until I left for a few show in LA. showtime thing the following good morning I calculated the meter difference and picked up the phone. I called a number in NJ.

'' Commander Roger Clarkson, US dark blue 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 speak to you. Please hear 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. figure, date, localisation, detail. ``

'' 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 command and all that. ``

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

'' If you 'll condone my bluntness. I consoled her and told her it changed nada with me and I made making love to her to prove it. ``

'' OK. You did well. lead the rest to me. ``

'' Thank you Sir. ``

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

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

'' I called your founder. I believe that was within the mountain range of command. ``

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

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

'' Holy shit. ``

It was difficult. The tenacious breakup with random short sojourn, then calendar month on the road playing in out of the way post. I thought about putting together a band. Maybe turn for larger crew and palpate that excitement from making music together. But that would contribute to different temptations. Over a two yr stop there were modification in appointment, promotions, and a move 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 chitchat the maitre d' again. After going through the now familiar run around I found myself outside his berth. 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 subroutine is to ask if I can espouse one of your sailors. ``

'' Let 's start by assuming you mean secondary military officer Clarkson ? ``

'' Yes sir. ``

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

'' She 's under your command. ``

'' Son, this is the USN, but some things are done the normal way. Now you 've got balls I 'll give you that. But I want you to really testify me how big they are. Two requests. kickoff, go across the river there and see Commander Roger Clarkson, US Navy, Retired. Ask him for his daughter 's deal. If you make it back here alert then you will entertain my gang again. This clip you will ask Petty military officer Clarkson, on degree, in front line of a way of sailors. If she accepts, then we will contact the Chaplain. I 'm assuming Roger Clarkson will want a full moon Naval wedding for his but girl. How does that speech sound 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 uncoiled inside me.

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

'' Yes Sir, I did. '' He just nodded his head. `` I 'll speak to your people about a show. Would it be appropriate to have a full set ? It could get loud. ``

'' You 've never heard these guns go off. This is the Navy, son. Yes tell my multitude you can have a band. You 'd still do dot ? ``

'' Of path. ``

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 ages. Why do n't you just do the vocal ? I 'll institute a keyboard if you want Carrie to fall in in. tinker's dam, Kev Frazier marrying a sailor, laughable damn thing ever. ``

We had a dry run at Sal 's property. Drummers naturally needed a place to practice that would n't disturb neighbor. It felt good to be back in front of my old rhythm section. After trying a few songs we decided to avoid the louder bikers. My representative had been playing mostly more slow down tunes for awhile now and might leave out if I started screaming. Still, we had some fun and felt ready to flirt with. They 'd set-up a phase on the pier which allowed for a adept sized bunch. Even though they were being set loose in NYC, the leghorn appreciated some free entertainment. We figured there would be sufficiency local guy so when we hit the microscope stage I did Ben 's usual intro,

'' howdy everyone, we 're The Wanderers. Let 's rock ! '' We went right into some gumptious rocking numbers. It was like old times. The outside scope gave it a festival atmosphere, the sailors were loud and having fun. At the common halfway point I turned to the guys, they nodded.

'' This is where we usually take a break '', groan, `` Fuck it. We 're gon na represent All Night. '' And we did, literally and figuratively, `` But first, there 's someone here I need right up front for this Sung. Petty ship's officer Carrie Ann Clarkson, are you out there ? '' damn and hollering from her crew mates as they lifted her and handed her forward. When she got to the stagecoach I pulled her up. Now a `` seasoned '' performer she walked right to the mic,

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

'' Before this next song, which you topical anaesthetic guys may jazz '', cheers from the local cat, `` I need to ca-ca one more request. '' I looked at Carrie, I think she knew what the interrogation would be. She gave the briefest nod. I knew I was prophylactic. `` In front of the fleet, as maitre d' Sears told be I must, petit larceny officeholder Clarkson, will you marry me ? '' The anchor ring was produced. She screamed,

'' Yes, yes, yes ! '' The gang fit, then she jumped onto me, legs wrapped around my back, and in front of one C of sailors laid on a kiss for the ages. With the crowd cheering she stood beside me and Sal counted us in for the vocal that we 'd be known for. The one inspired by the sailor boy standing beside me. The Song carried on and on, with respective versions of what would happen All Night. The show continued, but I was on sail control. Singing with Carrie, entertaining the sailors, but thinking about later, when I 'd let Carrie to myself. We closed with the police captain 's request, which now seemed reserve for the ocassion. After the show he came to see us, thanking us for entertaining his crew, congratulating us and offering to host a to the full Naval wedding ceremony,

'' I spoke to Commander Clarkson. He confirmed that you 'd contacted him already. He grudgingly admits that there might be other direction than the military to flex long haired boy into men. You are going to cut that a bit for the wedding ? ``

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

'' good luck you two. Now go see your kinsperson and usher off that ring. That 's an club. '' I thanked him. Carrie saluted. We drove over to New Jersey 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 time that you foretell my Father-God Roger. I still do n't believe that. '' I only smiled back.

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

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

'' Yes Sir. ``

'' Ballsy, kid. ``

'' Roger, I hope that you can help me with any red tape measure. I 'd like Carrie to have the full Navy mess. ``

'' He did call Daddy Roger. Oh my god, look at you two. ``

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

'' I 'd be honored. ``

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

'' Daddy. I 'm a Navy Petty Officer on shore farewell. ``

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

'' Let 's go Roger. They need to catch-up too. And we 'll be late for dinner party. '' The threshold had barely closed when Carrie was on me. She dragged me to her bedroom, still all pink and frilly with posters of rock-and-roll 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 question of her bed, the first man to be with her here in the way of her teenaged dreams. She sat on me so we could be face to aspect, my pecker trapped between us. She kissed me and smiled.

'' I always dreamed of having a rock 'n' roll mavin here with me. I may stimulate entertained myself a few multiplication with that illusion. ``

'' Will Kev Frazier do ? ``

'' You 're my Rock adept. '' She lifted up and settled onto my cock, then settled down against me, sitting grimace to face, joined together. We stayed this way awhile, kissing and talking bedroom lecture. I kissed her neck, down to her shoulders. She leaned a back forcing my putz to put force per unit area in the right smear as I sucked at one teat, the licked and bit at the former. She moved just a bit, back and forth so we could feel each other inside her. She leaned her read/write head back, her sassing open in pleasure as she felt me stimulating her. Her nails drew bank line on my rachis, her internal muscles worked on my putz, her clit pressed against me. My paw cupped her ass, house and tight, lifting her, then easing her back onto me. Carrie seemed to suffer a series of upgrade and easing off, her eubstance approaching then cresting unto she asked me to slide down a bit, giving her room to get down rocking on me as she liked best. The increase movement now had me construction. I was holding her tighter as the smell rose. Carrie used my trunk as she needed until all the pent up cresting and easing break Forth in a Wave, she shouted and let me have it off how she felt, how wonderful she felt. Then she continued to ride me until she felt my going, shooting up into her. She continued to rock and shake until I had no more. We had no idea how long we 'd been. We washed up and dressed. Carrie now in passing clothes.

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

'' You just keep making my little young woman glad. ``

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

The dinner dress navy wedding was way Sir Thomas More than I ever imagined. commander Clarkson looked like a statue in his formal uniform. The chapel held enough brass to take down a medium sized country. Carrie decided to antedate the traditional bridal surgical gown for her formal whites. I got a haircut. There was martial music, then a wedding band. I was asked up to perform a strain, toning is down to, `` have a go at it You '' All Nox. We danced and ate and mingled. It was a highlight of our time together.

If you like a happy ending, advantageously hop off here. unfortunately life is n't perfect. It 's not all fairytale castle and hit records. We did have some majuscule class, in the time we spent together. But five years of intermittent blissfulness, with foresighted periods of separation was a stock. Then commandant Roger Clarkson passed away at 62 from a heart onset. That seemed to change Carrie some. Her John Rock, the root word she judged herself against, the person whose approval she needed, was gone. Her mother was there for consolation, but her father had been the mortal she needed to please.

The next few were Thomas More ok than great. Carrie would come home from a new grant, expend time telling me how in use she was, then use nigh of her off time catching up on work. I began to experience more like an after cerebration. Her career had taken control condition. The balance that was always teetering on edge finally was gone. Where previously we had barely contained pauperization for each former, now she seemed to go along for the ride. I asked,

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

'' You would n't realize Kevin. I have so many responsibilities. For citizenry. For areas of ships. It needs to be perfect. ``

Then almost grudgingly sentence for me. Perfunctory and by the book. While she rocked on my hammer as always it seemed she was mentally working on crowd assignments. Then she was gone again. Working towards the next promotional material. I filled my meter playing around the NE. A year or so after my thirtieth natal day I got the dreaded call.

'' Kevin, we need to peach. I 'll be in the urban center next Monday. '' I had a feeling this was coming. The last time together we 'd barely been, together. Not to lament my situation, I knew what I 'd signed up for, but I 'd done my part, I thought. I know it 's rock and roll, but I take things seriously, whether my euphony or my vows. And now,

'' Carrie, just recount me. No crap please. '' There was silence. Then,

'' I was hoping to excuse in somebody. You deserve that much. ``

'' I deserve the Truth. say me. '' Sir Thomas More silence.

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

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

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

'' So long you did n't ask me net prison term you were here. Has it been going on that foresightful ? ``

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

'' I HAVE a lot of indigence. I keep my putz in my pants because I 'm married. ``

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

'' Yes. But I do n't desire particular. I want newspaper publisher to sign. It 's all or nothing. That 's what you owe me. ``

We met. There were some snag. She agreed to an well-heeled divorce. I went my own way. I suppose there should be some rock music and bankroll sinking feeling into desperation. liquor and drugs and hitting rock and roll backside. But I never was much of a rock star. I put a small band together and played our dwelling house area. It was a support. At shows someone would inevitably call for 'All night'. The band was ready. I 'd shake my mind,

'' We do n't fiddle that one any to a greater extent. Here 's a sad one instead, '' It was a sad narrative. The polar opposite of All night, then ...

You offer empty comforts

Then tears fall while you explain

How you 've found somebody new

Like somehow that will allay the pain

I do n't want to listen excuses

You do n't have to tell me why

I 've no doubt what the Sojourner Truth is

Make this light on yourself

Just say goodbye

cheerio Carrie Ann. I suppose, after all, it 's only careen and roll .