Zelmas on Tour

This is Part 6 of a sequel to the Vix's Licks series, picking up after the epic gig at the Magna Carta, and following Vix's band as they continue gigging and then embark on a European tour.

Best to read the whole Vix's Licks series, and Parts 1 through 5 of this one before this, to be familiar with the characters and background.

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I awoke to a room that was stifling and smelled faintly of sex. The single cotton sheet had been kicked down to the bottom of the bed and Roo and I lay there naked. I struggled to my feet and stood on the bed to open the skylight, letting blessed, cool morning air pour in, and Roo murmured and turned on her side, drawing up her legs into a foetal position and fumbling for the sheet. I grabbed it and pulled it up over her.

I looked at her and smiled. Those naturally pouty lips, cute little snub nose, and short black hair ruffled by sleep. Beautiful, and all mine. Then I lay on my back looking up at the blue sky and listening to her breathing slowing again as she plunged back into a deep sleep.

The gentle current of air cascading through the skylight made my nipples harden, and I spread my legs and parted my labia with my fingers, briefly feeling the thrill of its fresh coolness caressing me, then I fell to musing about the women in my life.

I mused on how my sexual awakening had started with fantasies about Lindi, my college lecturer Kate Knight, and even my own mum. I thought about Olivia, and how much my liaison with her, weird though it might have been to some people, had taught me, and how much it had unleashed my sexuality. I hope she and Ellie are happy together. They seem it.

I looked at Roo again, sleeping there like a baby, and I thought about how lucky I had been to find her, so quickly after Olivia had terminated our "arrangement," how perfect she is, and how much I love her. My heart was thumping just thinking about it.

I thought about Mads and how she'd come into my life as just a new member of the band - and straight, as far as I knew back then - but had then made an impact on me as a lover that had shaken me to my core. I was so grateful that we were still friends, despite some pretty heavy stuff passing between us, and that my efforts to bring Nena back into her life seemed to have turned out to be a good thing.

I thought about Nikki and Jemma, who were so very different to each other, and how I liked them both in different ways. Jemma, I looked up to in so many ways, and Nikki's childlike naiveté brought out the (very) latent mum in me.

I mused on my, not unpleasant, surprise when I discovered Caro and Lindi, doing it in the tuning room, and how I wished I had known Lindi was bi so long before.

I remembered Nikki's shock when the sexual nature of her mum's relationship with Lindi was revealed and I felt a little pang of sympathy for her, especially since she'd had a further shock when she discovered Lindi and Mads together.

And now, new women had entered my life. Rhoni the bus driver remained an enigma really. She was definitely a sexual creature, so I felt an affinity with her immediately, and that mutual wank with her was deliciously tantalising. She said she was straight, but there was a definite "will she, won't she" question hanging over her.

No such question existed where our fixer, Lucy, was concerned. That question had been comprehensively put to bed (pun intended) the previous night. I really think the lesbian in her had been screaming to get out for years, and now she'd been unleashed, who knew what might happen.

My reverie was rudely interrupted by a tap on the door. 'Morning girls. Laundry...' Lucy was here for her daily laundry collection.

It was great having Lucy. I don't mean HAVING her (though we did enjoy that) but just having her around. She helped us in so many ways. Quite apart from making sure we had a full wardrobe of clean clothes EVERY day, she also arranged places with showers, found musical instrument shops at the drop of a hat (guess who didn't bring any guitar strings) bought groceries, beer, wine etc, provided translation services (she speaks five languages) and even cooked meals for us all on occasions. She was as versatile an egg.

'Hang on a sec, Luce,' I shouted as I went through the ritual of stuffing our laundry bags, doing Roo's as well as she was struggling to surface, then I opened the door to see her beaming radiantly.

'Sleep well?' she said with a wink, 'I sure did.'

'Yeah, great,' I grinned. Did you enjoy last night?'

'Enjoy doesn't cover it,' she murmured, then she took the bags, kissed me on the cheek, and strode off. There was definitely a new bounce in her lanky stride and I loved it.

'I think she liked it,' I said, turning to Roo, and she just smiled and yawned.

Today was our third day in Montreux, and we still had a couple more. We were on holiday! The Chootes gig was the following night, and the day after that, we were back on the road, heading up to Germany, then Poland. So, I was determined to relax as much as possible, and Roo and I spent most of the day loafing around and swimming in the lake.

We were joined mid afternoon by Lucy, Rhoni, Mads and Lindi, making what proved to be a very stimulating group. Mads and Lindi both have bodies that were made for bikinis, and they were even capable of distracting me (occasionally) from Roo, though neither of them can quite match Roo's boobs, which are just stunningly perfect in a bikini top. Well, they're perfect anywhere really.

Late in the afternoon, we retired to a bar with a lovely shady terrace. We took over a corner, and a serious drinking session ensued, which went on into the evening. We started on beer, but then moved on to testing each others knowledge of sexually named cocktails like "Porn Star," "Sex on The Beach," and others. I was amazed how many there are, and we kept the smirking bar staff busy mixing them. Lucy even had to explain one of them because the barmaid didn't know how to make a "Wet Pussy." Actually, I bet she did... I loved the way she pronounced it with a very French-Swiss accent.

The dynamic of the group proved interesting, and as the alcohol took its effect, the dirty stories got more and more explicit. We weren't that interested in any straight sex stories, but Rhoni surprised us by revealing that she'd had a brief lesbian flirtation when she was at college.

'Yes, just once. I was sharing a room with a girl called Carys. Neither of us had boyfriends at the time, but we were both horny as fuck. Some nights, I knew she was getting herself off under the covers, just a few feet away from me, and of course I did the same. It wasn't a lesbian thing, it was just a horny women thing.

'Then, one night I woke up to find her standing by my bed, playing with herself. At first, I thought she might be sleepwalking, but I looked up at her quizzically and she smiled. She was definitely awake.'

We were all listening avidly to this story, but Rhoni paused, thinking.

'Oo, c'mon Rhoni, don't keep us in suspenders,' said Mads, 'What happened?'

'Well, I was lying on my side, with my head close to the edge of the bed, and her pussy was inches from my face. I mean this close...' She put the palm of her hand right in front of her face. 'I was shocked, but also fascinated. I'd never seen someone's puss close up before, let alone watched someone masturbating. Neither of us said anything. I just watched, and she just played. Of course, my own hand soon got busy down there as well.'

We all nodded and murmured, imagining it.

'Suddenly she stopped and took her hand away, turning her palm towards me. It was an invitation. Unmistakeable... And I was feeling so horny, I thought oh, why not. One little taste won't hurt.' This brought a chorus of whoops and woo-hoos from us, but Rhoni paused again. She certainly knew how to work her audience.

'And....?' Mads urged.

'Well, I gave it a little lick. Just touched her lips with my tongue, then trailed it up and down, and it was warm and salty. Not unpleasant. She shivered a little and then her hand came back and she made herself come very quickly. Droplets of her juice trickled down the inside of her thigh, and I wanted to taste them, but she just turned and went back to her bed, leaving me quivering and finger fucking myself like crazy until I came.

'We never spoke about it, or did anything more, strangely. I think it could have been one of those pivotal moments - you know -- but it wasn't. It was just a one-off.

She had a captive and very moist audience now, and we all looked at her in a new light.

'Wow, what a story,' said Mads. She was definitely enjoying this conversation, and she turned to Lucy, as the only other ostensibly straight member of the group. 'What about you, Lucy? Have you ever had any lesbian experiences?'

To my shock and initial horror, she just breezily said 'Yeah, just last night actually. With Vix and Roo.' Oh -- My - God. She obviously didn't see any need to be secretive - or even discreet -- about it. In fact she seemed quite proud of it and wanted to shout about it. Roo's eyebrows virtually hit the ceiling and I could feel myself blushing. All eyes were on us now.

'REALLY??' said Mads, sounding (but not seeming) surprised. 'While we were at the flicks, obviously.'

'Yeh,' Lucy went on, 'It was lovely. Everything I'd hoped it would be. She looked at us with a coy expression that I hadn't seen before, then she rolled her eyes and exclaimed, 'GOD, I needed it!'

'Glad to help,' said Roo, flippantly.

I was gauging reactions to this little bombshell. Everyone had gone a bit quiet, even Mads, who looked expectantly at Lucy, as if she were waiting for more. Lindi was smirking slightly (I guess she was relieved that her and Mads were no longer the most recent juicy titbit) and Rhoni looked miles away, with a glazed look in her eyes.

'You two were the perfect introduction,' Lucy said, looking at me. 'I know, it's all normal to you lot, but it was a real eye-opener for me. I think I could easily get addicted.'

'Mm, I do know what you mean, Lucy,' said Mads. 'I've had loads of men, but I am finding myself veering more and more towards women recently, and YOU have a lot to do with it!' She pointed a finger in my direction (though I hoped it could be seen as a gesture to both Roo and me).

'Us?' I said, placing my hand on my chest and acting as innocent as I could. I put on a little girl voice; 'How could we possibly influence one so worldly as you Madame Madeleine? We must be mere playthings to you.' Roo chuckled.

'Aw, shut it, Mads huffed. 'You know what I mean.'

Lindi was still smirking indulgently, and Rhoni now looked fascinated; idly playing with the fine gold chain around her neck, and running it back and forth between her teeth.

'Sorry Rhoni,' I said. 'This must be a weird conversation for you.'

'No, I like it, it's... interesting, and I did kinda start it with my story about Carys.

'Yeh you did,' said Roo, grinning.

I have to admit that that I do find the idea of exclusively female sex quite... stimulating. I've sometimes had fantasies.'

'Me too!' Lucy exclaimed. 'I was telling Roo and Vix about them last night...' she looked at us with the fruitiest smile, '... and they were kind enough to... er... indulge me.' This brought a fit of giggles from all of us.

'Ooo, how obliging of them,' Rhoni chuckled.

Lindi looked pensive. 'I actually believe there's a fair percentage of hetero women who harbour lesbian fantasies, whether they admit it or not. I have certainly met a number who DO admit it. I'm sure it's not common among straight men...'

'What, lesbian fantasies?' laughed Roo.

'No,' Lindi rolled her eyes, 'gay ones, but I think it's fairly common among women. Just one of the things that make us different.

'Well, I certainly have to own up to being one of them,' said Rhoni. 'Watching solo-girl erotica, with a beautiful woman, I sometimes ask myself if I really would like to do something with her, or be seduced by her, and the answer is usually, YES!

'You do know you are only a small step away, don't you?' Said Mads.

'Yeh, but... No. I couldn't... wouldn't. Not really. Rhoni was blushing furiously now, and I thought I should spare her blushes by taking the spotlight off her, and steering the conversation in a different direction.

'I saw an interview with Gillian Anderson recently. She's writing a book about female sexual fantasies and she touched on this subject. She said she hadn't been with a woman since just after college, but now, at 55, she says she's open to it again. Don't care what you say, even at 55 she's still fucking hot.'

Everyone agreed with that, and the conversation moved onto lesbian (or possibly lesbian) celebrities, especially older ones, and whether we would or not. Mads admitted to having 'a bit of a thing' for Victoria Coren Mitchell...

'But she's not gay,' said Lucy.

'I could change her mind,' said Mads, with great confidence. She probably could, too.

We tottered, giggling and quite squiffy, back to the bus at 9pm, and as we approached we heard a guitar. We entered, to find Jemma and Nikki in the lounge, having a bit of a jam, both singing, with Jem on her old acoustic.

We joined them on the couches and spent a lovely hour or two, taking turns to sing our favourite songs. Even Lucy and Rhoni joined in, though I have to say, singing is not one of Lucy's many talents. I have to give her respect for having a go though.

Rhoni, on the other hand, turned out to be a great singer. Her voice had a stunningly clear, slightly tremulous tone. In equal measure, folky and choral. 'Fuck me, said Roo. What a voice, Rhoni!'

She blushed and chuckled. 'Well, where I come from you have to sing. We're famed for it. The male choirs are most famous, but women sing as well. I was always in choirs as a kid.'

'It's a beautiful voice,' I agreed. I was already thinking about her as a guest vocalist, but it was just a fleeting idea, not likely to come to anything. Shame though, she could definitely make it as a singer.

Mads, as usual, wowed us with her warm, languid, and oh-so-sexy alto, which always gives me goosebumps, and she held us all in rapture whenever she sang. Jeez, she's such a fucking trip.

This was a brilliant way for us all to bond - music is so powerful like that -- but bed was calling and, one by one people drifted off. Eventually, there were just four of us; Jemma, Lucy, Roo, and me. I drank my last mouthful of wine, said goodnight and headed to the bedroom, followed by Roo. It only occurred to me later that Lucy might have been hanging back, hoping for a repeat of the previous night. Oh, well, there will be other chances.

I wasn't really thinking about sex. I just stripped, opened the skylight -- only a crack, I didn't want all the night buzzers getting in -- then flopped on the bed, but I lay watching Roo get ready, and that's fatal. She put her arms up and stretched, showing off those fantastic tits of hers, and the monster awoke. My sex monster, that is. It's an absolute beast.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, saying 'Come here and do that again,' and she came and stood in front of me, straddling my legs provocatively. Then she put her hands behind her head, interlocking her fingers, and arched her back, thrusting her boobs up and out. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew full well what it did to me. 'God, babe, you have tits to die for.' I put my hands on her lean ribcage and ran them up until they squeezed her boobs upwards, making them even more eye-popping, and she smiled down at me, sassily, as I began kissing them, working my way up to her firm, scrunched up areolae and nipples.

'I know what you would like,' she murmured. A little bit of nip-to-clit action.'

Her nipples are not quite as rude and pointy as mine, but I love it when she teases my clit with them, especially when I'm on top and I can be the one in control of the pace.

'Mm mmm,' I murmured and pointed to the bed. She lay down, giggling, and pushed her boobs up with her hands as I straddled her. Her nipples were like two mountain-top cairns, perched on the gibbous summits of her stunning breasts. I wanted to fuck both of them simultaneously but, alas, I have only one clitoris.

I moved up over her right one, and started finger fucking myself, sliding my two middle fingers deep inside me and firmly stroking my g-spot. I wanted maximum wetness as quickly as possible and I knew exactly how to make that happen. My fingers moved in firm, curving strokes, writhing against each other as they alternated, teasing my spongy little pad in turn, first one, then the other. It was a technique I'd learned from Roo and it was very, very effective.

She held her tit up with one hand, while the other slipped down to her pussy, and I continued my lewd exhibitionist wank.

Soon, white milky drops were speckling Roo's breast and she watched, spellbound, her eyes gleaming with lust. When I was properly, dripping, dribbling wet, I massaged my cream into her skin, making it glisten, then eased myself down, holding myself open, until my inner lips kissed her boob, then I started moving back and forth, just gently, spreading more juice, and savouring the feeling of my clit riding over her slippery nipple, a far more delicious sensation than the namesake cocktail could ever be.

The feeling of this was gorgeous, especially with Roo watching me, rapturously, but nipple stimulation alone probably wasn't going to bring me to orgasm. Roo knew this, and when she sensed the time was right, she urged me forward, bending her head and pushing her boob up so that she could get her nipple and tongue on my clit at the same time, then she did her special, super-fast tongue flutter, which is just irresistible. She was wanking her own pussy, almost in time with her tongue, as she drove me up and up, and up, to a delicious bum-clenching climax, and I spurted out a great streak of milky orgasm juice which splashed across her breast, and spattered her chin as I arched my back and pushed my clit hard up against her nose.

I flopped over beside her, my fingers teasing my pussy, as if trying to extract even more pleasure from it, but it was only when she rolled on top of me and thrust her wet boob into my face, that I went into a series of the most exquisite, jerking aftershocks. Wonderful.

I was completely sated, but I wasn't sure whether Roo had come or not, and I was anxious to make sure she got her satisfaction too, but she just wiped herself with the sheet (more laundry for Lucy) and curled up next to me.

'Don't you want...?'

She put a finger on my lips and said 'Shh. Sleep now, but you owe me,' and she kissed my cheek and then flopped back onto the pillow with a sigh. In moments, she was asleep. What a wonder she is.

***

Rhoni called to me from the front of the bus. 'Vix, your dad's here,' and I dashed there to greet him. He was standing outside in his white shirt and very dark '50s-style sunglasses, looking very cool, and I jumped off the step to hug him. Throughout the tour, nobody from the boy bus, including Dad, ever entered the girl bus. It was preserved as our little sacred space, and that was nice to have. I think even Dad was amazed how well we were getting on, generally, and how self-sufficient we were.

'Morning Spark,' he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. 'are you coming to the gig later?'

'Course we are. Do you think we'd miss it?'

'Well just checking. You seem to have your own agenda, and that's great, but we'd love to see you there.'

Lindi emerged from the bus looking sleep-ruffled. She had a pair of capri leggings and a grey tee shirt on, but still managed to look sexy. Well, to me, anyway. 'Hi Jack, what time are you heading up there?

'Morning Lind... Oh I dunno, maybe about six...? We're not on til eight thirty but we can get sound check done then chill out for a bit. The Smashing Pumpkins are on before us. They're pretty ordinary, but they might be worth a listen. He turned to me, 'Why don't we all go up together?