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.'
