Radical Possibilities of Pleasure

***This is a continuation of my story

Rebel Girl, Queen of My World

from March 8, 2024. The story also features a person who uses they/them pronouns so if you can't handle that, feel free to skip it. I don't think this will be a series but I guess we'll see. All characters are 18+***

When I woke up on a cool November morning in Boston, I was beginning to have second thoughts. It had been a while since I had done something as presumptuous as this, and I really didn't want to ruin what was shaping up to be a really good thing.

A few months before, I had spotted a familiar looking woman in the crowd when I took my kid to a concert, but I couldn't figure out where I knew her from. After a few weeks of churning in my old man's brain, I finally realized where I knew her from. She had gone by the stage name Betty Black in two small-to-midlevel bands I had loved in the 90's.

I found her on Instagram and left her a comment, honestly thinking that would be the end of it, but she seemed a lot more comfortable doing presumptuous things than me, and she slid into my DM's. Before long we were flirting electronically like kids, rather than a 50 year old dude and a 53 year old rocker turned school teacher.

Our on-line flirting lead to me revealing that I had always had a "groupie goes back stage and eats out the rocker" fantasy, which Liz (her off-stage name) really seemed to enjoy. Before we ever got to meet in another context, Liz offered me the chance to live out my fantasy. She had been invited to fill in on guitar for a small band called Daughters of Divorce, which was made up of some of her former students.

So the previous night in Philly, I finally met Ms. Betty Black - the bass player from Mount Pleasant and lead singer of Lunacist - and within a minute coming face-to-face with her for the first time, I had my mouth on her pussy as she leaned back against the dressing room wall, drinking a beer.

By the the time it was over she had come on my face and then, again on my cock. It was... perfect. Better than the fantasy, honestly, but that was supposed to be it for little while.

After Philly, the band had one more date opening for Aussie rockers Amyl and the Sniffers, followed by a mini tour of headlining club dates in Cambridge, Hartford, Scranton, and New Brunswick. So when our rendezvous was over, Liz was going to continue on with the band, and I was supposed to head back to my normal, boring life as a GS-14 in the Federal Bureaucracy.

But when I left the show I skipped the entrance to I-95 South and instead got on northbound to follow Liz and Daughters of Divorce to Beantown. I had a ticket to the Boston and Cambridge shows, and three nights booked at the Hampton Inn in Watertown, but no further plan.

As I took my morning leak I considering just getting in my car and driving back to DC, but I was interrupted by my phone buzzing on the night stand. When I retrieved it I found a text from Liz.

Were your ears burning on your drive back to The District?

Why do you ask

Because the girls did nothing but talk about you the whole drive to Boston he he

Oh really? Do tell...

They're all positively smitten lil kittens

Yeah right! I'm old enough to be all their dads! Unless, wait... that's it: Daddy issues, so sad lol

Awe come on Luke, don't sell yourself short. You're sexy, plus, ladies of all ages love confidence, and it takes a lot of confidence to play the way we did last night.

Well hopefully there's another confidant old guy there tonight who's just looking to be the next notch on the band's headboard....

I didn't get a response right away, but when one came through about 15 minutes later, flirty time was over. Liz let me know that the drummer, Ana, had forgotten her cymbal case in Philly, so they had a minor band emergency to settle before the show that night.

That left me with 10 hours to kill until the doors opened at The Roadrunner for the show.

I shut my eyes and sunk back down into the mound of super fluffy pillows that all hotels seem to have these days, which end up collapsing down to the thickness of a slice of bread when any amount of weight is applied to them.

I could still smell her pussy on my fingers, having skipped the shower after arriving so late to the hotel. As I lay there, thinking about what we had done, my other hand found its way to my cock. Images of Liz up on that stage, and standing above me with with my face buried, first in her crotch, and then in her ass flickered in front of my mind's eye. I was the groupie slut, and Liz - more accurately Ms. Betty Black - was the rockstar.

I lay there with my eyes shut tightly, stroking myself furiously, with only my memory, and the smell of her on my fingers as masturbation fodder. I thought about how much I had really enjoyed being submissive to her, and then I groaned as I unloaded on my own chest and stomach. As my cock twitched and softened I flopped my head to the side and looked at the clock. 9 1/2 hours to kill now.

After a long, hot shower, I headed out and had lunch with an old friend from one of my previous jobs, careful not to post anything on Instagram that would ruin the surprise if Liz looked at my feed.

When I got back to the room I texted with Liz while she and the band were at a local Guitar Center buying new cymbals. By the time they headed to the venue to load in their gear, I was dying to just get to the show already.

In true groupie style I spent a pathetic amount of time trying to decide what to wear to the show. I had initially planned on going with an old band tee from Liz and my shared heyday, but I decided to just "be that guy" and wear the Daughters of Divorce hoodie I had bought the night before in Philly.

After dinner at the Shake Shack, I drove to the Roadrunner, and was once again the first in line. As I stood waiting for the doors to open I picked at a small worry that had set up shop somewhere in the back of my mind: where is this going? Is this just sex, or could it be a relationship?

Best to not think too much on it.

After getting a halfhearted pat-down and having my ticket scanned I made my way to the front of the stage - just off to stage right - where Ms. Betty Black should be standing as the rhythm guitar player.

The crowd slowly filled in behind and around me, but there were far fewer early arrivers than there had been in Philly, so I was finding it hard to blend in. I turned around and leaned on the barricade, keeping my back to the stage, and put the hood up just to be sure.

When the houselights went down there was a faint bit of applause as DOD took the stage. I left the hood up but spun around and watched as they all donned their instruments. Liz was right in front of me, as I had expected, and wearing a more conservative outfit than she had sported for our fantasy fulfillment in Philly. Tonight she had on black jeans, a black ribbed tank top and, as usual, no bra.

Liz was old enough to be all the rest of the band's mother and then some. They had all been her students a few years before, and had only just finished college. Rix, the lead singer, was the one who was closest with Liz. In her normal life she was a shy second generation Indian-American girl named Rikitha who went by Ricki with her friends. But on stage she took on the persona of Rix, and Rix was anything but shy. She wore a super tiny white leather mini skirt and a tight pink top. They both seemed to radiate when offset by her dark skin under the bright stage lights.

The drummer, Ana, was a lanky blonde with bangs and dark rimmed glasses who was described in a review of their LP as 'trying very hard to look more like a rocker than a sorority sister'. She was outfitted like Liz's twin in dark jeans and a tank top, but unlike Liz, Ana's was cut off showing her flat stomach. It also showed off the collection of tattoos she was sporting on her arms. She counted the band into their first song, and then wailed on the drums and newly procured cymbals. Whatever critics and interviewers might think she looked like off stage, when she was on it she played like a true rocker.

Then there was the bass player, Chelle. As a longtime lover of kickass female bass players (Betty Black, right at the top of my list) I always had a soft spot for them. And in this case "them" was more accurate than ever. Chelle was non-binary and used they/them pronouns. But, since they had a very feminine outward appearance they often had to gently correct people who called them she. They were wearing what looked like a simple silk slip with fishnets and Chuck Taylors.

When the first song wrapped up I dropped the hood and gave my loudest, most over the top whistle, which rose far above the perfunctory applause opening acts always have to contend with.

I scanned the stage from Liz to Rix and saw they both had shocked looks on their faces. Chelle walked over and said something to Ana and they both laughed, but then they just jumped into their second song.

As Liz played she looked down at me and shook her head with a huge smile on her face. The set seemed to fly by, and before long they were wrapping up with the one song that at least some of the people in the audience knew, which pepped up the applause as they concluded.

They walked off stage and within a minute I had a text from Liz.

Just full of surprises, aren't you Bertil?

Her tone, and use of the first name that I hated, destabilized me a bit. She had seemed happy to see me, but I started to worry that perhaps showing up unannounced came off a bit more stalkerish than cute rom-com gesture.

What can I say? I'm just a huge fan

Head to the merch stand. I know that you already bought stuff but the girls could use a little boost after paying for the cymbals, so buy more

I walked out to the lobby and got in the modest line for DOD merch. After a few minutes, all four of them came out and started selling stuff to the girls who had lined up. Rix saw me in line and gave me a little wave before whispering something in Ana's ear causing them to both crack up. When I was second in line behind two younger looking girls, Chelle looked at me and jokingly said "Security!" which seemed to scare the fans in front of me for a second.

The young ladies debated what to buy with the cash in their hands, no doubt given to them by their parents. So, I decided to fulfil the brief Liz gave me. "Hey ladies, why not get the hoodie, the tee, and the vinyl?" I said passing my credit card to Liz. The young fans looked at me like I was a groomer/predator, and before I had a chance to try and come up with an explanation, Liz passed my card to Rix and came around and hugged me.

"Its cool girls, he's a big fan, and also just a great guy. Enjoy your stuff, and thanks for coming to see us play!" she said over my shoulder as Rix handed them each a bundle containing a shirt, LP and hoodie.

The girls scampered away, tucking the cash back in their pockets, and Liz and I stepped aside. She hugged me again and thanked me for coming all the way up to Boston. I told her that I was going to be there one more night, and that I wanted to take her on a proper date the next day. She was about to respond to me when Rix beckoned that she needed help loading their gear in the van, while the other two handled merch.

"Need a hand?" I offered

"Gee Liz, your simp is awfully keen, isn't he?" Chelle asked in what I was pretty sure was a joking tone of voice, but I barley understood my own twentysomething daughter, let alone the rest of her generation.

Liz thanked me for the offer but said they had it covered. She said she would text me soon, and told me to just go and watch the headliner.

About an hour, and roughly eight thousand checks of my phone later, I finally got a text from Liz.

Ramada 800 Morrissey Blvd. Room 216. Stop and get booze and snacks for the band

I didn't waste any time and headed right for my car, with the show still going. I put the address in my GPS and saw it was well over a half hour away. I was hoping I'd be able to find a place to do the requested shopping along the way, and luckily I found a Star Market not too far from the hotel that was open till 11.

I gathered up some stuff I knew my daughter, Ellie, liked and hoped some of it would work for the band as well. I spent almost $200 on snacks and booze but I wanted to cover all my bases.

I knocked on the door and Liz answered still wearing the clothes she had performed in. As I stepped into the room I saw that they were all not only still in the clothes they had worn on stage, but Rix had definitely put on make up, and Ana had taken her hair out of the ponytail and styled it.

"Great show ladies... I come bearing gifts..." I said awkwardly holding the bags out in front of me.

"Don't talk groupie, just put the shit on the table already." Ana said with an eye roll and a sigh.

"Uhh, ok." I said, doing what I was told.

I cast a searching glance at Liz and she just shot a Cheshire cat grin back at me.

"So we doin' this or what Liz?" Rix asked tossing her hands to the side, palms up as if she was exasperated by it all.

"Fuck yeah. Pass the little groupie slut around. That's ok with you, right slut?"

I had been hoping for a redux of the fantasy from the night before, but I honestly couldn't have seen this coming. I was still standing there a bit stunned when Rix took a hit from her vape and took a hard seltzer out of one of the the bags. She cracked it open and took a very rockstar like chug, before hitching up her skirt to reveal her pink top was body suit that snapped in the crotch.

I still hadn't answered Liz's question, at least not verbally, but I dropped to my knees and crawled over to Rix. I think that was a good enough answer. Rix hit her weed vape again and gulped down the rest of her drink as I was setting up at her feet. It was only then that I noticed that her hand was trembling.

While I was certainly surprised, what I wasn't, was nervous. Seeing that Rix was even a tiny bit jittery actually helped me to remember that despite playing the submissive slut role here, I, like Liz, had years of experience while the rest of the band was still quite young.

All those thoughts melted away when I reached up and unsnapped the crotch of her body suit to find that not only was she not wearing panties, but that she had a few days growth of dark stubble. Guess she wasn't expecting to have a groupie between her legs after the show.

I dove right in and started running my lips and tongue over her labia to spread my saliva on her. I heard other cans cracking open and the rest of the band peppered me with taunts like "that's right slut, eat that pussy" and "that's all groupies are good for!" If the rest of them were nervous they were doing a good job of covering it up.

I gave Rix head befitting a lead singer, licking and sucking at her lips until I tasted her warm wetness. Then I sank a single finger into her, and reached around and cupped her right ass cheek with my left hand as I probed and licked her. After a few minutes, we had built a good tempo, and she gathered her body suit up, and pulled it off.

"Goddamn, you've got some gorgeous tits girlie!" Liz called out, followed by whistles and hoots from the other two.

The attention from the band seemed to embolden Rix even more. She reached down and put her hand behind my head, pulling it even closer than it had been. Without being prompted, I added a second finger and and she started to emit short little grunts through gritted teeth.

"That's it babe! You ride that groupie's face till you come!" Liz cheered her on, drawing a little coo from Rix.

She seemed to get a bit more wobbly on her feet when I ran my tongue from side to side along her clit, so I began to really focus on that as I plunged my fingers as far into her as I could get them, and held them there pulsing them back towards her pubic bone.

"Oh!" she exclaimed and then just squealed "Cuuuuuuming...." eliciting cheers from the rest of the band behind me.

Rix slumped back against the wall and I gently removed my finger from her and released my grip on her ass. My finger and palm were covered in her creamy come, and from behind me I heard "ooh.... mine" and Chelle came over and sucked my finger before licking my palm clean too.

"Fuck you taste good Ricki, I always wondered what you would taste like." they said enthusiastically.

As they were licking my hand, I caught Ana stepping out of her jeans and shedding her tank top to reveal her tiny, but perfect perky pierced tits. On her small frame they looked way bigger than they were, and they were gorgeously framed by a linework tattoo just beneath them and onto her ribs.

"My turn!" was all Ana said as she knelt on one of the two hotel beds, thrusting her ass backward as she peeled her little black panties off.

I took two steps in her direction before dropping to my knees and crawling the rest of the way when commanded to so by Liz. I brought my lips up to Ana's pussy to find her already very wet, so I skipped the warm up I did with Rix and just pushed my blunted tongue right into her.

"Fuck yeah... eat it slut!" she growled, causing the other three to hoot.

As I devoured Ana's pussy I saw Liz out of my peripheral vision moving to lay down on the other bed. She had stripped, and was now touching her pussy lightly as she watched us. I had lost track of Rix and Chelle at this point but I heard more cans opening and saw vape clouds drifting from the direction of the table in the corner.

The more I licked Ana's pussy the more she stretched out to push herself back toward me. Her knees were on the edge of the bed, and she now had her head, chest, and arms flush on the mattress, leaving her pussy a good two feet cantilevered out over the hotel room floor. She was so slender that spread out like this, it fully opened her up to me, and I could see her gently contracting asshole as I ate her out.

Feeling like it was time to be presumptuous again, I dragged my tongue up along her labia until I reached her asshole, licking it as I lightly traced my thumb around her small but sensitive clit.

"Oh god... Fuck Liz... your slut is licking my fucking ass... ugh..." Ana blurted out before making a surprised sound like you might make lowering yourself into very cold water. "Sssssssssssss"

She moved quickly from surprised to enthusiastic, and soon she was reaching back and grabbing at my head while trying not to fall from her precarious perch. I sunk two fingers into her pussy while still working her clit with my other thumb, and rolling my sloppy tongue over her asshole.

Ana Pulled her hand away, and used both hands to push herself up off the mattress and back further at me, her long torso stretching like a cat as she thumped her ass into my face. With new access I wrapped my arm around and under her, finding her clit again from the front, but I never stopped fingering her pussy and slurping her ass.

She didn't announce her orgasm like Rix did, but it was obvious to everyone, even those who couldn't feel her pussy clench and release in perfect 4/4 time. I guess drummers are drummers to their core.

Ana flopped forward on the bed and twitched a few times while absentmindedly rubbing both hands on her little ass cheeks, as if I had spanked her. I hadn't, but now I wish I had. It just didn't seem fitting with my subby role.

"Also mine!" Chelle announced grabbing my hand and lapping up come from another bandmate. It was only then that I noticed the front of their dark gray slip had a very pronounced tent. As they once again licked my hand clean I wondered if they were trans, but my thoughts were broken by a very authoritative command from Liz.

"My turn slut. Get over here. Now!"