In the late sixties, "Garage Bands" were abundant. Our community was no exception. I had great rhythm in my head but was unable to make my hands play the necessary instruments. Light shows were also a great part of the total experience. With the beat going on in my head, I was a natural in controlling all the knobs and switches that would earn me the right to be "Part of the Band".
In almost every area of town were Recreation Centers where they would hold and sponsor a "Battle of the Bands" contests. We played many of the venues and also toured surrounding towns and local schools for dances and the like. We didn't really have what you'd call "Groupies", that followed you from one gig to the other, although some chicks seemed to be at most places.
One girl comes to mind right off. Her name was Robin and she would be at all the "Battle of the Bands" a contest at Maxwell Recreation Center, which we entered every time. Several bands would be set up around the gymnasium, as many as 6. The lights would go out as the bands played. Only the light show from the bands would light up the gym. With the multicolored spotlights, strobe lights, kaleidoscopes, water projectors and other special effects we had created, seemed to mesmerize Robin. I would watch her from my chair behind the lighting control console next to the stage. She would be gently swaying as if in a trance. I would watch her and try to send a telepathic pulse to make her look my way.
Robin was tall, about 5' 8" with a slender build. Mini skirts and halter tops were the general dress for most of the girls of the time. Robin was no exception. Her skirts were always very short. So short in fact that the bottom of her asscheeks would show with almost any and every move she made. Her halters and crop tops were the type that would tie in the back and of course no bra was worn and her breasts were very firm. Guys would try to untie her top in hopes to see those pert breasts. As those boys would try their little games, she would push them away or slap at them. Between advances she would turn her attention back to the show. I put the strobe lights on during the organ and drum duet of "Magic Carpet Ride" by Steppenwolf, which we extended for more impact. I leaned back in my chair and lit a cigarette. Sending my "Hey, Look over here." waves her way. I was hopeful this time. Then our eyes met. With a big smile and a stir between my legs, I gave her a little wave. To my surprise, she smiled and with her arm bent at the elbow and her hand next to her breast, she wiggled her fingers in what I found to be a teasing wave back.
After our "Set" was over we waited to see if we would continue in the "Battle". The next band started and we headed outside to cool down and have a smoke. Just before going out the door, I looked back inside and Robin was talking to hot looking chick that was also at Maxwell's contests. Robin pointed towards the door and the girl looked my way and nodded. Robin started walking across the wooden gym floor. Those long legs carried her sensual frame with fluid motion. It was as if she were gliding instead of walking. I always knew angels glided.
I went on outside with the guys, pretending not to notice her coming my way. We stopped just outside and began discussing whether or not we would be called back and if we were, what songs to play. As Robin pushed open the inner doors, I saw that she was looking right at me. Excusing myself from the other guys, I slowly walked to the corner of the building. Robin pushed the outer doors open next to the guys and her gaze searched quickly for me. I made sure she saw me, as I went around the corner of the building. I knew that if she was really looking or coming for me that it would only be a couple of seconds till we met.
I leaned against the building. It was the darker side and was perfect for our first encounter. I took a deep breath and a long drag from my Marlboro. I heard a voice, soft and low, "Hello?" I turned my head and there she was, peering around the corner. She smiled and came on around in full view. I was actually stunned by her beauty.
Robin's hair was straight and shoulder length. Cut in a shag. Her bangs were cut straight and touched her thin eyebrows. She had big round eyes, I couldn't tell the color, due to the darkness but her eye make up was perfect. She wore no facial make up because her face was tanned and didn't need any. Her luscious lips were full and painted bright red and as she smiled she revealed perfect white teeth.
"Hello," I said. "My name is Bill and may I ask your name?"
"Robin," she responded.
"How do you like our band?" trying to make conversation.
"You guys are really boss. My sister and I dig the way you do the lights. We always come when we see that you're on the posters."
"Yeah I've seen you here several times but I didn't think you noticed me." I said, kind of whiney.
"I watch you all the time. I was just afraid that you wouldn't talk to me. I figured you already had a date here." She responded.
"I never bring a chick with me because I hope that I will make a new friend. Would you be interested in hanging out with me by the stage and on breaks?" I asked.
Robin stepped closer, put her hands on my hips, lifted her head and kissed me. Her lips were moist and slippery. Our tongues toyed with one another's and probed in and out. Breaking off, she asked, "Did that answer your question?"
"Yeah, may I have another?" I hoped she'd say yes. She pressed her body full onto me, pushing me against the wall. I felt her firm tits against me. Our legs were between one another's and our pelvises rubbed together. Our making out lasted several minutes. Then, face-to-face our tongues circled and flicked and licked.
I asked, "Would you like to go over to the pits, or would you want to sit in my friends car?"
With a smile, she said, "It's a pretty warm night, why don't we go to the pits. Besides I like playing around outside."
With no objection on my part, I took her hand and went to find my band members to see what was happening.
Robin went to the bathroom while I talked to the guys. We made it to the next round and had about 30 minutes until we were on again. This was perfect, I thought, as I saw Robin come out of the bathroom with the dark haired chick. They talked for a minute and looked my direction. Robin and the chick walked up to me and Robin introduced me. "Bill, this is my older sister, Patsy."
"Hi," I said." Robin said you all are going to the pits." Patsy queried.
"Well, you better be nice to her and not hurt her or I'll have to kick your ass."
"I promise. I'll be the perfect gentleman." I said sincerely.
"Good, now have fun." Patsy said, smiling as she patted Robin's firm ass. "We will, Bill guaranteed it." Giggling Robin took my hand and off we went. The "Pits" was a place where kids rode their bikes and some kids had dirt bikes and motorcycles. The dirt bikers shared the mounds of soft dirt with the bicyclists. The rows and mounds were like the hills of dirt or gravel that you park on at a drive-in only taller. You would have to walk to the top of the mounds in order to see into the next valley. There were outcrops of bushes along the hills except where the bike trails were. Robin and I strolled along with our arms around our waists. Deeper into the pits we walked. Stopping occasionally between mounds to get us worked up by standing close and entwining our legs, making out with no regard of our surroundings. A large brushy area, very dense, appeared and we made our way to the secluded greenery. It evidently had been visited before, because there were a couple of large pieces of fairly new cardboard lying next to the bushes. Like the cardboard I knew I'd be laying or getting laid by those bushes.
We sat down with our arms about each other. Robin's legs were together. Her knees bent and her feet flat on the ground. The short skirt covered very little. My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly. Her slender legs were smooth and shapely. My hand glided easily from her ankle, up over her knee, and back down the underside of her silky thighs. I gently brushed my fingers across her panties. Robin's hidden pussy was warm and wet. There was no conversation as we proceeded to quench our lustful desires. We made out heavily and greedily groped one another. Robin stood up; I thought she was going to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"The only place I am going," she paused and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the ground. Hooking her thumbs in the waist of her panties, she slid them over her tight buttocks. Wriggling from side to side, they fell atop the skirt. "Like I was saying," she whispered, "The only place I am going is down on you." My heart skipped a beat as she straddled me. Her neatly trimmed pussy hovered above my cock. The pants I wore that night were custom made. Very low cut hip huggers. Tight from my crotch to my knees and then flared out to giant bell-bottoms. Being as tight as they were and also a thin material, my cock had a hard time finding the space to get ready for her hot pussy. The crotch was so tight that you could easily see my cock expanding and the ridge around the head was clearly visible. Robin didn't wait for my cock to burst out. Her hands expertly unsnapped my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped the 4-inch zipper.
I pulled my pants down over my ass and with the freedom from its confinements; my cock grew hard, instantaneously. Robin's smooth body lay atop me. She gently rubbed against me with her firm tits. Kissing my neck softly her lips made their way down my body and with no hesitation, slipped my rigid cock between her lips. Her mouth and throat surrounding my pulsing member made me hump her face as if I were fucking her pussy. After only a couple of minutes I was about to shoot my load into her mouth. Robin withdrew her face from my crotch and without missing a stroke she straddled me and sank her hot snatch onto my stiff shaft. Almost immediately, Robin had her first orgasm. I could feel the wetness of her pussy increase and trickle onto my balls and thighs. She quivered and let out a moan as she ground her pubic mound hard against mine.
I continued to fuck her as if we had just begun. We rolled over, me on top. My arms holding my upper body up off her. I looked down at this angels face. Robin hooked her legs up around my waist.
"Harder, harder, harder, fuck me harder, bump my pussy hard, that's it, ooohhhh yeah!" Robin came again with more ferocity than before. I felt my balls contract as I blasted a heavy load of cum into her.
We slowly humped as we both let our orgasms surge through our bodies. Savoring every feeling and sensation. Our sweaty bodies pressed together we rolled onto our sides. My cock still inside her, we softly made out. Between wet kisses, Robin whispered, "I've never been with a boy who didn't cum before I did, in fact I usually don't get to cum at all."
