Chapter 2

That’s were I met her, Sunny, a twenty seven year old blonde her hair in braids, shorter then me and plump, very attractive in a farm girl sort of way. Chatting with her after my shower there was something about her that intrigued me immensely. She said she loved the band and was looking forward to seeing us play again Saturday.

I asked if she would like to see the van and meet the rest of the band. She bubbled with excitement as we walked to the secure area were the bands were camped. I introduced her to Michelle, Sherry, and tammy and showed and we sat on the small sofa chatting. I had a genuine attraction to her there was something about Sunny.

My band mates went to get some breakfast Sunny and I stayed behind snuggling together on the small sofa, pressed together, our faces so close. Giggling, laughing, our lips brushed and we were kissing, tongues intertwined passion exploding inside us. Arms and legs wrapping around each other in a warm embrace a beautiful moment of exploration with my new friend.

Sunny found her way inside my pants to find my wet cunt with her fingers caressing as only a woman knows how to do. Humping her fingers full of desire at her soft touch, moaning loudly, I let go my pent up sexual energy. Sunny worked me into a frenzy as an orgasm crashed through me, toes curling, screaming and squealing in delight.

A new discovery of lesbian sexual pleasure had befallen me after my trysts with Michelle. I dropped to my knees and removed her shorts to expose a smooth pubic area glistening with wetness. I dove in licking and teasing her pussy lips. Parting those sweet lips my long tongue plunged inside her twisting, dancing, making her moan in pleasure.

She was loud a sympathy of sound her sweet juices covering my mouth and tongue. She grabbed my head pulling me into her, her body shaking a wild orgasmic moment has she squirted pussy juice in my mouth and on my face.

Chapter Four-Crystal Corner

In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre, comedy club, music venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas. There is no one accepted theory as to where the term “green room” got its start, but it’s been in used for centuries. A private space where actors, musicians or speakers can go before, during or after a performance to be away from the crowds, these secluded areas have gained a reputation for various shenanigans. They can serve as anything from silent temples of preparation to rowdy dens of ill-repute.

While the origin of the term is perhaps lost to history, one possible explanation dates back to 1599 and the Blackfriars Theater, which offered a room behind the scenes where actors waited to hit the stage. That room was painted green and was even called “the green room,” according to lore. In 1662, London’s Cockpit-in-Court theatre also included a room covered in green material, which may also have sparked the use of the term.

Some theaters have multiple green rooms, demarcated for various bands/performers. Maybe the headliner will have the biggest one, whereas the opening band gets the most cramped. Even in green rooms, there can be a hierarchy.

Often, there are food and drinks in the green room, couches, and posters on the wall. It’s where the night’s producers will find the talent and tell them when there are five minutes to go on. It’s a place to relax without the eyes of audience members glaring. It’s also a place to go after the show to decompress and come down from the high from their performance that just took place.

Most green rooms aren’t actually green, of course, unless you count the less sanitary of the bunch, where mold might be a factor. In fact, there’s little that these spaces have in common. For musicians, there’s an eternal element of surprise and possible horror when coming to a new venue and its unfamiliar prep room. Will it have its own bathroom? Sinks? Chairs without suspicious stains? Will there be a green room at all, or will the band be forced to mingle with the masses out in the bar before and after the show?

The moments before a performance are crucial for tuning instruments or just spending time screwing around with my band mates, groupies and other hangers-on. Getting my mind in the right place whatever that means to each performer and what they require before hitting the stage and melting the audience’s faces off with their innovative sound, a decent green room can be a lifesaver.

I find them terrifically useful, not only for gathering my thoughts and warming my voice but for a high-maintenance bitch like me to have a sacred space to get read to perform helps immensely.

One of the best green rooms is in the basement of the Crystal Corner Bar on Williamson Street, Madison, Wisconsin. This remarkably swank space boasts a very large, attached bathroom with a full shower and a magically refilling candy jar. Certain unwashed musicians have even been ejected for using the facility’s showers on nights when they weren’t actually playing the venue.

The Crystal Corner Bar is an unfussy haunt with glass-block windows and a small dance floor featuring live blues, country and jazz. Lust played there two nights a Friday and Saturday our last shows of the summer tour.

Unloading our equipment when we arrived at the Crystal Corner, setting up, doing a soundcheck to get the mix just right. We had two hours to kill before performing Sherry, Tammy and Michelle went exploring Madison, Madison, the capital city of Wisconsin. It’s known for the domed Wisconsin State Capitol, which sits on an isthmus between lakes Mendota and Monona. The Wisconsin Historical Museum documents the state’s immigrant and farming history. The city’s paved Capital City State Trail runs past Monona Terrace, a lakefront convention center designed by Frank Lloyd Wright.

I took a shower in the green room and was longing in a towel on the sofa when Tina came down carrying a tray she explained she would be are server tonight and asked if I need anything. I requested a Blue Moon Craft Beer with an orange slice, high maintenance bitch that I am, a short while later Tina returned with my beer.

A graduate student, Tina is twenty-four with short dark hair framing a cute face with dazzling brown eyes. She explained her shift didn’t start for another hour but when she had the green room she liked to come in early to get the band squared away before she got busy with tables.

So I explained it was just me for now my band mates were exploring Madison and invited her to hang out if she wanted. Sitting on the sofa we casually chatted I had forgotten I was just wrapped in a towel. That is until I noticed Tina starring at my body as the towel had slid open exposing my naked front.

Making no attempt to cover my self I just let Tina enjoy the view of my hot little body, my neatly trimmed red pubes. Almost like she was in a trance Tina lowered her face between my legs her fingers touching my soft skin. Her tongue teasing my pussy lips, I watched as she worked, sensations of playful pleasure radiated through me.

Tina’s tongue entered inside my wet pussy, my hands gripped her head, my legs up cute little toes pointing at the ceiling. My eyes closed enjoying the sensory pleasures. How long this went on I’m not sure lost in the pleasure of the moment worked into a frenzy, on the brink.

When I opened my eyes to see my band mates watching I was to far gone an orgasm crashing over my little shaking body toes curling. Screaming in a delight of pleasure has my band mates watched.

A summer of adventure, playfulness and fun exploring new lesbian pleasures living the rock and roll dream would end far to soon. I sit in my office somedays starring out the window at the Chicago skyline and I remember the summer before Law school touring the mid-west in a four girl rock circus.

The tall blonde in the dirty bathroom stall somewhere in Kansas as I felt slight pressure on my shoulders pushing me down as I felt myself drifting down to my knees, what was I doing, kneeling down on the dirty bathroom stall floor. How did I get here on my knees rubbing her beautiful clit wanting to taste more cunt. Something primal took me over, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to make her cum, I dove in licking & sucking spreading her lips, I heard her moaning. My hand slipped to her ass which I probed with one finger then two, my mouth still devouring her pussy, she moaned in sheer pleasure, grabbing my head with both hands grinding her pussy into my face. She was so wet which encouraged me any thoughts of were I was drifted away all I want was to give her an orgasm. Her groans grew louder as she started bucking her hips, her sweet squeals in delight, holding my head firmly in place wave after wave shook her body squirting juices all over my face.

Sherry is married with two boys living in Tennessee, Tammy is divorced a single mother of one living in Pittsburg, I lost track of Michelle in California last I knew she was still a working musician she has performed in many bands over the years.