I'm a freelance writer who specializes in country and Western music and who has had articles published in most of the leading music magazines and I even had fairly successful sales of a book I did on the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville.
But the one singer I just haven't been able to interview, and the one I've had a crush on for a long time, was Reba McEntire. It wasn't that she was avoiding me, it was that our schedules and our physical locations just haven't meshed--until now. I had been trading letters and e-mails first with her manager and then directly with Reba. We actually got into a sort of flirtatious relationship with our back-and-forth writing.
And then when I told her I was going to be in Houston, she invited me to the set of her "Reba" TV show. I had watched the show and loved to see Reba in tight sweaters that emphasized her full breasts. I also noted her two "daughters" on the show. The older one was blonde and pretty and had a great body and has quite a few nude pictures on the web. The younger one--a smart-alec on the show--had grown up during the years of filming and now showed amazing, tight, exciting breasts on her small body.
When I showed up on the set, Reba hugged me tightly as if we had been friends for years. I loved the feel of her breasts against my chest. She invited me to lunch in her suite on the set and said we could do the interview then. Almost two hours later we wrapped up both lunch and the interview and then Reba sat next to me on the couch.
"Ted," she said. "I feel great chemistry between us and I want to know if you feel it, too."
I assured her that I had felt a bond even before we actually met.
"That's good," she said, "because I've been having a hard time recently in my marriage and I need something or someone to help me get through this down time. I hope that can be you."
I agreed--enthusiastically--and wondered where we were going next. Reba didn't waste time.
"Ted, I want you to make long, hard, passionate love to me, but there's something that you have to do first."
After that statement, I was ready to agree to anything, as long it didn't constitute a felony, but as it turned out what Reba was asking of me was something I would have said "yes" to under almost any circumstances.
"On our show we're a family, and in real life we've gotten that close, too," she said. "My two TV daughters are precious to me and I want for them everything I want for myself. So I operate on the 1, 2, 3 rule. That means that if something good is going to happen to me, they get to share it--first 1, then 2, then 3. So, before you and I can make love, you have to make love to them, too. Do you think you can do that?"
Thinking of the two young women on the show, I had no trouble quickly answering that it was fine with me.
"How does this work?" I asked.
"Go back to your hotel. At 9 o'clock tonight one of the girls will visit your room. Then tomorrow night, the other will visit you. If they both approve of you, in two nights I'll come to you and we'll spend the night together."
I nodded my assent, then we stood and kissed (with a lot of tongue involved) and then I left and returned to the hotel. I was excited about being with Reba in two days, but I was sort of nervous about the next two nights, even though both girls were beautiful and sexy. How experienced were they? Had they done this before? Did they expect me to take the lead or were they in charge? I finally decided that whatever happened, how bad could it be if two beautiful creatures were coming to me, expecting sex?
I also decided that I was going to save vaginal intercourse for my night with Reba. I would fuck Scarlett Pomers (Kyra) in the ass and I would fuck Joanna Garcia (Cheyenne) in the mouth. That would be after, of course, I had explored their total bodies with my hands and mouth.
With all that decided, I was ready and totally excited when 9 o'clock came (I already had an erection starting) and there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and found Scarlett standing there, dressed in a tight sweater and a short skirt. Her long, red hair was down.
"Please come in," I said.
She entered and sat on the bed. When I asked her if I could get her anything--a soft drink or a beer--she waved a halt to my conversation.
"Look," she said. "I'm only here for the sex. I love Reba and I would do anything for her--including this. So why don't we just get started?"
I remembered that on the show she was the child with the smart retort and the sort of wild demeanor. In real life she apparently was that way, too.
"Fair enough," I said. "Let's get started."
I reached down and stood her up, leaned in and kissed her hard. My action apparently caught her off guard, for she stiffened in my arms, but as I held the kiss and then moved my tongue against her lips, she seemed to relax and then began kissing me back. I'm not a Hollywood star in my looks, but women I've been with have seemed to enjoy it. And now 19-year-old Kyra/Scarlett was getting into it, too. She opened her mouth and shot her tongue against mine. We explored each other's mouth and lips for a time, and then I moved my hand to her breast.
On the show, Kyra had first appeared as a pre-teen, flat-chested and smart mouthed. Over the years her body began maturing and her breasts grew significantly. What I was now feeling through her sweater were firm mounds and nipples that were beginning to stiffen.
I held our kiss and my hand slipped under her sweater and found that she wasn't wearing a bra. But her breasts were so firm she didn't need one. They weren't overly large--maybe the size of large oranges--but they were smooth and warm to my touch.