Close Friends Book 1 Part 07

August 1980

Gus looked into her beautiful brown eyes. "I love you."

She hummed and snuggled up alongside him as her hands wandered over his chest and stomach. "Ah, me too."

The sounds of lovemaking had ended, leaving only the soft whispers of lovers talking gently to each other in the dimly lit room.

"Can you believe it?" Lois asked as she snuggled close.

Gus smiled, breathing in her scent, and nodded. "Yeah, it's wild, but feels sorta... natural, too. How long have we been doing this?" Gus' hand waved toward the room. "All of us at the same time."

"I'm not sure. Several weeks, at least." Lois wriggled against Gus' side, her damp bush pressing to his thigh. "It gets me hot hearing the others doing it."

"Me, too," Demi said. Lois' head whipped up and she looked over at the daybed, only a few feet away from the end of the waterbed.

"Hey! I wasn't talking to you." Lois giggled.

"Well, she's right, you know," Sam said as she stood up. She looked down at Mick, prone on his back in their corner by the door. "I gotta use the bathroom."

Both Gus and Bob watched the naked Sam walk around the small table by the couch, then around the corner of the waterbed and down the hallway to the small bathroom. The door shut, and Gus saw a shaft of light come on from under the door.

"Damn, she's a sight," Demi said wistfully. "That body."

"There's nothing wrong with yours at all," Gus said. "You girls are all gorgeous."

"Amen, brother," Bob said as he pulled Demi to him. Sound of two lovers making out rolled around the room, punctuated by Demi's soft giggles.

"Gus is right," Mick said. "I can't believe it sometimes when I look around at how amazing you ladies all are."

Lois sat up, propping herself against the pillow. She was grinning, and Gus leaned over and kissed her nipple, then sat up next to her.

"Are you saying you watch us doing it?" Lois asked, her eyebrows raised. She pulled at the sheet resting against her boobs, leaving it along the tops of her thighs, leaving her exposed to him.

"Damn straight."

She scoffed. "You pervert!" Her body shifted, making her tits wobble, drawing Mick's eyes from where he sat on his sleeping mat.

"Guilty as charged. I might add that you, my dear, are a sight to behold when you're riding Gus."

Gus looked at her and saw a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Don't think I didn't notice you started doing it facing away, so you could watch the rest of us."

Lois stammered, then fell silent. She snuggled close to Gus.

Mick laughed. "Just what I thought. You like to watch us doing it."

"Well, who wouldn't?" Lois asked.

"I'm not judging. I watch you guys, too. And Demi and Bob. Why do you think I bend Sam over the end of the couch so often? I can see everything that way."

Bob laughed in his deep rumble. "I noticed you guys doing that."

"It sure is a turn on," Demi said as Sam reappeared around the corner.

"What's a turn on?" she asked, standing in the middle of the room.

"You are, for one thing," Gus said, pointing at the naked beauty in the middle of the apartment. Lois looked over at him, trying to look surprised, but ended up laughing.

"We were talking about how much fun it is to look at you guys when we're all doing it," Demi said.

"Yeah, it is. I like that, too," Sam said, then walked over to Mick, sitting with him on the mat. "You know what gets me hot?"

Heads turned towards Sam, who propped herself on pillows next to Mick. She looked around, then said, "I love how the waterbed makes that noise when they're doing it."

Demi sat up, her long blonde hair settling around her shoulders, resting around her petite boobs. "I know, right? When Gus gets going just right, it's like this wave that moves from front to back."

"You'd know, huh?" Bob asked her, then chuckled as his hand reached around and pinched her nipple. Demi squeaked, then turned and kissed him.

"She's right," Gus said. "There's nothing like doing it on this bed. I love it."

"Maybe sometime we can swap, so others can give that a try," Sam said.

Gus looked at her and grinned widely. Lois looked over at him, watching his face redden.

Demi laughed. "Really?" She looked at the others. "I can't believe it! Sam's the first one to admit she wants to swap and do it with Gus." She looked over at Lois. "I guess you'll get to do it with Mick finally."

"Hey!" Sam said. "That's not what I meant."

"Sure sounded like it to me," Mick said as he laughed. Sam's blush went from her beautiful face down, covering her tits.

"No, I meant you and me do it on the bed. Swap where we do it, not who we do it with." Sam slapped his arm, laughing. "Jeez, you pervert. You just want to boink Lois."

"Don't think Gus doesn't want you, too. I've seen how he looks at you," Mick said.

Lois laughed at Gus' growing blush, which rivaled Sam's.

"Gus always had a thing for Sam, even when it was us three," Demi said as she giggled.

"Okay, enough," Gus said.

Attentions returned to their loved ones. Gus pulled Lois down and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her. He heard Bob get up and go to the bathroom.

Gus and Lois both laid flat on the bed. He kissed her as his hands roamed her soft, young body. "I think Sam's right."

She looked up at him, her eyebrows raised.

He grinned at her. "You wouldn't mind doing it with Mick."

She pecked his lips. "And you'd love to do Sam. I know, and I understand."

They looked into each other's eyes, smiling. Words were not needed. Their love was secure, but they both shared similar desires. Gus knew they'd cross that line someday, especially at the rate things were happening around there. He found he was comfortable with that thought.

"I'm thirsty." Lois kissed Gus, then dislodged herself and got out of bed. She walked a few steps toward the kitchen, then rounded the corner and got a glass. She filled it and drank, then put it down and turned.

She walked right into Bob just as he'd turned the corner into the kitchen, both of them bouncing a few inches back from the light impact.

"Sorry," he said quickly, grinning down at her. She looked up at him in surprise.

"Excuse me," she said, grinning back at the naked man, the feeling of his thick cock bouncing against her stomach fresh in her mind. "I didn't know you were there."

"Yeah, me too." He made to step around her, but her hand moved out and slid along his warm dick as it pointed down and away from his body. Only a couple of inches separated them.

His eyebrows shot up as he stood there, looking her in the eye as she palmed him. He smiled wider when his fingers touched her stomach, still covered in a thin sheen of sweat. They moved down, tracing through her tuft of thick, dark, wet pubic hair.

Lois shifted a leg over as she smiled at him, one eyebrow raised. His middle finger slipped down under her bush and moved inside her, pushing through Gus' cum as it leaked past her lips, running down the inside of her thigh.

Her fingers ran lightly over the top of his dick, tickling it, getting a feel for its size. She wrapped her small hand around his thick cock, her fingers and thumb barely able to meet. She stroked him, smelling her best friend on him, bringing back memories of the times she'd been with Gus and her.

His finger moved deeper inside her, twirling, as if gathering up his friend's spend. He brought a glob out, and spread it over her bush, taking care to caress her clit gently, making her knees tremble.

Lois stifled a moan as his fingers worked Gus' cum around her sensitive nub. Her other hand ran along the inside of her thigh, gathering some leaking sperm, and wiped it on the head of Bob's thick cock. She moved her finger around, spreading it as he spread it around her.

She grinned at him as she took his hand from between her legs and sucked two of his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue ran around them, tasting the mixture of her and Gus' lovemaking. She felt his cock twitch in her other hand as he looked into her eyes.

"I just wanted to get a drink of water," she whispered, giving his dick a last squeeze. She released it and walked out of the kitchen. His hand went to her tit as she moved, causing his hand to slide across it, his fingers traveling across the deep valley between her breasts, and up, across and down the other.

"Didn't mean to bump into you," he grinned at her as she passed. She winked at him as he walked into the kitchen.

---***---

"Good grief, man! Are they ever gonna finish building this garage?" Mick asked as the three guys walked down the long corridor. Sheets of thick plastic hung on either side and evidence of the long-lasting construction was all around.

"Yeah," Gus agreed. "They've been working on this forever." He looked behind at the long way they had just walked from the departure gate. Up ahead, about forty feet away, was the exit, taking them to the garage.

"I wonder if Rob is gonna like it there in Portland," Mick wondered. "He's never been there before, and now he just gets on a plane and moves there, out of the blue."

They were about twenty feet from the opening to the garage when they heard the sound of the plastic sheets ruffling. No one else was around that late at night.

"Psst!" The loud whisper came from an opening between two sheets just to the right of the guys. They stopped and looked at the short man peering through at them from behind the plastic.

"Hey, guys. Come here for a sec," he beckoned. Gus looked at Mick, who shrugged. Bob started over and the other followed. Bob towered over the short man, whose beard probably reached down to his stomach. The best description Gus could think of was scrawny. He had a hunted look in his eye as he looked at each guy, then over their shoulders as if afraid.

"Yeah?" Bob asked, not unkindly, but not sure if this might be some kind of trouble.

"Are any of you guys cops?" the small man asked them. His sunken eyes were red and his cheeks hollow.

"Um, no," Mick answered for them all. "What do you want?"

He just looked at them, then pulled something out of the inside pocket of his long trench coat. Mick stiffened as if expecting trouble, but relaxed when he looked at the rounded object in the man's grimy hand.

"What's that?" Bob asked, looking from his hand to his eyes.

"Hash."

"Hash?"

"Yep. Almost forty grams."

"You're shitting me!" Gus said as he looked closer at the thing. It looked just like a dark brown hockey puck, except that there was a small chunk missing from one side. On the top was a design, as if it was stamped when the thing was made. What looked like Arabic writing curved around an intricate design in the middle.

Mick bent over and sniffed it loudly. The man lifted it up to help him smell it. Straightening quickly, Mick looked at Bob, then Gus. A grin spread across his face.

"How much?" Mick asked him.

"I'm trying to get to Canada. There's a flight in an hour, and I'm short thirty-eight dollars. I need to get on that plane. This is all I have left to sell."

"Is this real?" Bob demanded. The man just held it up for Bob to inspect. He touched it with his finger and scraped just a little under his nail. He brought it to his nose, then ran his tongue over his finger tip.

He raised his brows and nodded. "Yep, that's good shit."

"Thirty-eight?" Mick asked him.

"Can you give me a little more? I'm starved and could really go for a sandwich or something. How about forty-five?"

The guys just looked at each other. Forty grams for just over forty dollars. Not bad, considering one gram of hash went for about twenty dollars normally.

"Um," Gus said, looking at his friends, amazed. They nodded and pulled out their wallets. Bills were counted and they came up with forty-five between them and handed it to the strange little man on the run. He wrapped the puck in a dirty, white handkerchief and handed it to Bob.

"Good luck getting to Canada," he said to the man, who quickly disappeared behind the plastic curtain without a word.

"Holy shit," Gus whispered. "Dude! We'd better get out of here! Now!"

Realizing that they would face real jail time if caught with this much hash, they quickly headed to their car, walking silently to avoid attracting any attention to themselves.

Gus backed out and almost gave himself a headache worrying about speeding as they gingerly made their way out of the garage and down the freeway. Once clear of the large structure and safely driving the exact speed limit, they laughed, not believing their amazing score.

---***---

"Damn, look at the crowd!" Mick stood there at the top of the cement stairs, gazing over the crowd. Thousands of people milled about in the bright summer sun. Stairs like the one in front of them circled the oval stadium. Most of the seats where both football and baseball fans sat were taken, and the field below, the scene of past titanic athletic battles, were now the domain of young people, eager to hear the best live music of the day.

"It's packed," Bob said as he stood next to Mick. He looked behind and saw the others looking around. "I always wanted to come here."

"My dad took me and my older sister here once to see the Raiders. That was amazing." Mick grinned. "You should have seen how some fans dressed. Totally wild!"

"Let's go down on the field and see how close we can get," Lois said, bobbing on her tiptoes.

Mick nodded, then walked down the stairs and onto the field. The others followed closely, not wanting to get separated by the enormous crowd.

The field at the Oakland Coliseum was set up for baseball, as football was still weeks away. The Raiders had traded for a new quarterback and hopes were high for a good season that fall.

"I can hardly see," Lois said as they worked their way through the crowd. Mick, being the tallest, led the way. Sam followed him, then Lois, with Gus behind her. Demi hung onto Gus' shirt from the back as Bob made sure no one got lost.

Settling for a spot several yards in front of the tower that dominated the center of the field where the technicians ran the show, the group stood and waited for the first of several bands to start.

It was hot as the sun rippled overhead. They had all worn shorts, and both Lois and Samantha wore halter tops that continually drew the eyes of the guys as they swung back and forth. Demi had on a white tank top without a bra.

Gus thought it was a tie who looked sexier. Lois and Sam had bigger boobs, and the halter tops stressed that, allowing them to sway as the girls moved. Demi's boobs were smaller, yet no less beautiful. Her tight tank top excelled at showing them off, highlighting her perpetually stiff, sexy, pink nipples.

The first band took the stage, fronted by Sammy Hagar. It was loud and fun, and the crowd moved to the music. Lois stood in front of Gus as he held her close. Mick and Sam were to their right, with Bob and Demi on the left.

In less than an hour, the band played their last song.

"Man, they were good!" Demi's eyes sparkled as she turned to the others. There was a lull in the crowd as the roadies worked to get ready for the next band.

"I need to pee," Lois said, looking around.

Gus tickled her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

"Don't! I'll wet my shorts," she giggled, getting away from him. She moved against Bob, and he held her, grinning. She looked up at him. "Protect me?"

Bob laughed, a deep rumble. "Don't worry, you're safe with me. I need to go, too."

"Me, too!" Demi said, bouncing.

"Come on, I'll go with you," Mick said, then looked at Gus and Sam. "You guys?"

Gus shook his head. "Naw, I'm good."

"Me too," Sam said.

"Okay, we'll meet you guys down here." Mick looked at the tower behind them.

Gus and Sam waved as the others melted away through the crowd. Several minutes passed as they relaxed and talked.

The lights over the stage came on, and the crowd surged forward, pushing them both toward the stage.

"Gus!" Sam called out as the crowd split them. He looked, but lost sight of her as they were pushed forward.

Gus elbowed his way to where he'd last seen Sam, then looked around. He spotted her briefly about ten feet closer to the stage. Using his shoulder, he bulldozed his way forward, earning himself a few nasty remarks.

Sam jumped when his hand clutched her shoulder. She turned and looked at him, her eyes wide. She grinned at him, then put her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. He wrapped his arms around her.

"I was scared I lost you," she said into his ear.

"It's okay, I found you." He felt her breathing hard and felt a stab of guilt at how it made her boobs feel as they pressed into him.

After a moment, she relaxed, but kept her arms loosely around his neck. Looking up at him, she said, "Sorry. I don't mean to be a baby."

"It's alright. I didn't expect the crowd to surge like that either." Looking into each other's eyes, Gus leaned forward and kissed her. She pressed to him, opening her mouth to accept his tongue.

The next band came on the stage, and the crowd went wild, cheering and applauding. Sam let go of Gus, pecked him on the lips, and turned to face the stage as Gus stood behind her. The crowd moved forward again, pushing at them from all sides.

Sam and Gus ended up pressed together. As the band played, Gus put his arms around Sam's waist. She patted his hand, then rested hers on his as he held her, both swaying to the music.

The band finished their encore, then left the stage to wild applause. The tension of the crowd drained away, easing the pressure that had pressed them together.

"Where do you think the others are?" Sam asked as she looked around.

"I don't know." Gus looked around, getting up on his toes. The tower was behind them, and he saw they were almost half the distance closer to the stage from where they were before.

"Should we go look for them?" Sam looked up at Gus.

He shrugged. "They're safe, the guys are with them." He craned his neck, looking around, but couldn't see them in the huge, moving crowd.

Sooner than they expected, the next band came on. The crowd moved forward again, and Gus clutched Sam close as they once again felt the pressure of the crowd. Any hopes of getting through the crowd left them, and they settled against each other.

A few minutes later, Sam looked over and laughed. She got Gus' attention and pointed to where a girl was on a man's shoulders several feet in front and to the side of them. Her arms waved high over her head as she swayed to the music as her long blonde hair blew in the wind.

She didn't react when a hand reached up behind her and tugged at the string that held her halter top together. Gus and Sam watched as her top fell forward, exposing her boobs. They heard a cheer coming from that area as the girl exaggerated her movements, making her tits move seductively.

"Want to get on my shoulders?" Gus asked into Sam's ear.

She giggled and lightly elbowed him in the stomach. "You just want to see my boobies."

Gus nodded enthusiastically, his hands reaching up and cupping her boobs. His fingers pressed into her large, warm tits, pinching her nipples through the fabric.

"Of course I do. Everyone does."

Sam giggled and ground her butt against his dick, now hard in his shorts.

"Careful, little girl. I have you all to myself, and no one would stop me from seriously molesting you right here."

He felt Sam vibrate and laugh; the sound lost in the loud music. Her ass pressed harder against him.

Gus and Sam swayed to the music. At one point, Sam's hand reached back and held his hip. Her fingers dug into him as one of his hands moved inside her top, holding her bare tit.

Just as her hand found his dick, running her palm against it, the band finished. The crowd cheered, but Gus didn't let go of Sam. She laughed and put up a token struggle. They got grins from the surrounding people when they saw his hand deep inside her top.