chap. 15...me and bobby agree  

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chap. 15...me and bobby agree

I was sitting at the wooden bar of the Silver Dollar Saloon at Carolina Beach drinking a beer when Jeff walked in and pulled up a stool. It was Thursday afternoon and the after work crowd stood around holding icy mugs, playing pool and talking. One tall, lanky painter hunched over the jukebox, his originally white, paint spattered pants looking like a Jackson Pollack original, as he attempted to feed crumpled dollar bills into the silent jukebox.
"What's up, bro," Jeff said. He put his hand on my shoulder and firmly messaged it.
Sally, the brunette bartender came over and smiled at him, showing a lot of big white teeth. She dried a clean mug with a white linen towel.
"Hey, Sally. Bring me a bud," he said. Then he added, "Did you put on some weight?".
She looked both surprised and suddenly depressed. Putting her hands on her hips, she shook her head no.
"Well, you need to," Jeff said.
He was leaning on the bar and she sat the beer down and gave him a hug. He looked at me and his brown eyes did an up and down like Groucho Marx. He winked mischieviously.
"Hey, I bought four beers here today and I didn't get a hug," I complained.
"Come here, honey," Sally said, holding out her arms. And then she hugged me and walked back to the other side of the bar to tend to other customers.
"Kami's mom is sick and she's packing to go stay with her this weekend," he said, turning up the bottle. He looked around and tipped it to a bearded pool player. I could sense the excitement in his voice.
"So you're off the leash this weekend, huh?" I asked. "Maybe we can hook up with Tara the terror."
Jeff's eyes got big. He smiled.
"Have you seen her?" he asked.
"Not lately. But I heard she goes to the Hotel Astor on the weekends sometimes. Tears up the dance floor. With her husband."
He thought about this as he drank his beer. Sally caught his eye and smiled, showing white teeth. Her hands ran down the sides of her tight blue jeans and around to her shapely rear, which she cupped in both hands as she listened to a long story from an opinionated drunk. She sadly shook her head at us.
"You know what we ought to do?" Jeff finally asked.
"What's that?"
"Let's tie up the boat at the public dock and spend the night on it."
The public boat dock was right across the street at the marina. You could tie up there and stay up to three nights free.
"Why? I only live a mile from here," I said.
But as I watched him, I knew the idea had rooted and germinated in his imagination. The small sprouts were now seeking sunshine. He was already planning. The wheels were turning and gears meshed in his head.
"I got to go. Kami thinks I went to the store for cigarettes" he said, slamming the empty bottle down. "I'll meet you at the boat about this time tomorrow."
"Okay," I answered and then he was out the open door, walking toward his car. Sally came over and opened another beer and put it down.
"Where did Jeff run off too?" she asked.
"He had to get home. His wife just jerked on the leash," I said.
"Damn. Why is it all the good one's are already taken?"
"Ummmm. Is that a rhetorical question?"
"A what?"
"You know, I'm available," I told her.
"Yea. I know. You seem to be available every night."
"Sally?"
"What, honey?"
"Don't quit the day job. I don't think comedy is for you."
"Who's joking?" she asked. "At least I know he'll make a commitment." Leaving me with a condenscending smirk, she went to clear a table.

I pulled into the marina the next day about four and stowed blankets and pillows on board. It was a brilliant day, in the seventies. A light wind blew white puffs of clouds around. At the office I bought two bags of crushed ice and some bottled water and warm beer. I loaded everything into a two wheeled cart and pushed it down the wooden floating dock to the small finger pier where "Peregrine" was tied. Soon, everything was stowed and I sat in the cockpit, drinking a warm Rolling Rock and reading the local paper, The Islander.
The docks were quiet, almost deserted. The staff were heading to their cars, leaving a dusty trail as they bounced down the dirt and gravel road out. The wind blew the halyard hard against the mast and it made an annoying CLACK, CLACK, CLACK. I retied them and it subsided somewhat.
Jeff pulled up and Sally was in the seat beside him. She got out of the car and smiled and waved when she saw me. Jeff got out carrying a fifth of Crown Royal. I watched as they walked down the docks. They walked close together. Sally was as tall as Jeff, long and lean. She wore tight blue jeans and a long sleeved tshirt with Silver Dollar Saloon on the front.
"Did he steal you from work?" I asked, as I helped her aboard. We hugged. She was grinning as the boat bounced in the water.
"No he's taking me to work. That is yall are taking me to work," she said.
"She said she's never been on a sailboat," Jeff said. He went below and found some cups and mixed three drinks at the small table. He wore loose swim trunks and a blue polo shirt.
"That's right. Never been on a blow boat," she said. She sat down on the cockpit seat and Jeff passed a drink up and I handed it to her. She sipped at it.
"Jesus, this is strong," she said.
"Sorry, the boat moved," said Jeff as he sat down across from her. He gave her a sympathetic smile. "Here take mine."
She traded with him and took a swallow. She almost spit it out.
"This one is even stronger!" she declared.
"The boat must have moved again," I said.
She looked at her watch.
"I have to be there in an hour," she said.
We started the engine and untied the spring lines and then we were away, slowly maneuvering out the marked entrance into the small bay that extended into the small town. Jeff had the tiller and sat on the starboard seat, Sally and myself occupied the port side. We all sipped at our drinks as the boatdocks and condos on each side slipped by.
Sally became animated about halfway through her drink. The sun was hot as the wind died, as it usually does at dusk. Sally took off the tshirt and she had on a pink bikini top that barely covered her breasts, which were heavily hanging. She was dark from the sun. Her black hair gleamed in the soft light.
Jeff had spread his legs and his big soft organ was exposed. As we all talked Sally tried to not obviously look at it. But her eyes kept coming back. Jeff steered the boat past some kids fishing on the docks. They waved. Sally waved back, smiling big, her white teeth shining. I waved and went below to get us all another drink.
When I peeked back topsides Sally was leaned over and had Jeff in her hand, slowly squeezing. It grew in her hand, filling with blood and soon the shaft stood straight out. She stopped and sat back when she saw me. Jeff covered himself back up which was about as successful as parking a yacht in a pup tent.
We docked at the free transient space and as I was tying up they disappeared below. Jeff winked at me before he closed the cabin door. As I secured the boat I could see them through the open sliding hatch. Jeff sat on the quarterberth seat with his legs spread wide and his feet firmly planted on the floor. Sally knelt before him, holding him in her hand as she licked up and down the shaft.
Jeff looked up and saw me watching. He winked. Sally's tongue flicked at the top of the shaft behind the head. Then she slowly took the head into her mouth. Her cheeks moved as her tongue worked on it. Then she took more, her mouth stretching wide as she moved down the shaft and back up. It glistened with her saliva. Soon her mouth slid up and down with a steady rhythm. Her hand held him firmly and she pulled at his large hairy sac with the other.
We were both watching her now. She held him in front of her face and her hand moved the loose skin over the large, plum head. She seeemed to be resting her mouth, which was getting quite a workout. I adjusted myself in my shorts.
Then she took him in her mouth again and I heard the loud sucking sounds and Jeff's moans and then she held him without moving and I knew he was coming and she was trying to swallow everything she could get from him. Her mouth then moved slowly up and down, getting every drop. She held his deflating organ before her licking it clean.
I moved to the front of the boat and soon they both appeared on deck.
"I gotta run," Sally said. Her cheeks glowed red. Jeff had a big smile on his face. His arm was around her. We all stood on the dock. Sally hugged Jeff and then they kissed. Then she hugged me, trying to ignore my hardon as I pressed it into her.
"Yall come to the Silver Dollar and drink some beer. On the house," she said.
I nodded.
Then she added to Jeff, "And we'll get together when we close."
Silence.
We all walked to the Silver Dollar where we stood at the bar and had a cold beer. Sally went to work behind the bar and as soon as she was busy Jeff nudged me.
"Let's go," he said. He took a long drought and put the bottle down. Then we were out the open door, walking along the wide cement walkway that ran parallel to the roaring ocean. As we walked by the plate glass window I saw Sally watching us leave. She stared, not moving.
"Act like you don't see her," Jeff said. He started walking faster and soon we were around the corner.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"Huny Bunnies," he said. There was a big smile on his face. His brown eyes were filled with excitement, the night was still young and filled with a million possibilities.
"I'm not buying," I told him. We stopped and walked up the wooden boardwalk and leaned on the wide rail and looked out at the white crashing breakers. It was twilight and the beach was deserted. Jeff pointed to a nautical light near the horizon.
"Just lend me fifty," he said.
I was silent.
"By the way, I know you wanted to kiss Sally right on the lips while ago," he said. He laughed heartily.
"Fuck you, asshole. Keep talking like that. See if you get any money."
"Thirty. Give me thirty. I bought the liquor, remember?"
"Sally wants you back tonight at closing," I told him.
"Yea, right," he snorted.
"She knows where we docked," I said.
He pondered this.
"We might have to move it tonight," he finally said.
"My navigation lights don't work," I said.
"Well, we"re sneaking away anyway aren't we?" he asked. He rubbed his fingers together in my face.
I gave him two twenties, which he happily pocketed and we were down the wooden planks and back on our way. Downtown streetlights were beginning to flicker on. We walked by businesses closed and boarded for the winter. The arcade was silent as a tomb; it was a beehive of activity in the summer, a mini carnival with screaming, excited kids pulling around exhausted parents to machine after machine.
We walked by one stretch where there were no lights and it was bathed in dark shadow. The only thing around except for empty, boarded storefronts was a two story building with a large ornate door that was illuminated by the dancing flame of tiki lamps. As we got closer I could hear music and could make out the details of the huge bald doorman who stood there like guarding the entrance to hell. We stood before him and he looked us over, shadows from the lamps darkening his stoic face like the sun behind clouds. He nodded and pushed open the door.
It was smoky and dimly lit, with tables scattered around and a large u shaped bar at the back. Several people stood around it. A vivatious young blond girl sat at a table and asked for ten dollars each.
Jeff smiled down at her.
"What do we get for this ten dollars?", he asked.
She looked up and her eyes narrowed.
"You get to watch the dancers," she said.
"Are you going to dance tonight?" he asked.
"No."
"Then we don't want to come in," he said with a dead serious look. He turned to leave.
She watched and then he turned and their eyes met and she broke into a brilliant smile.
"Give me ten for both of you," she said in a low voice. I payed her and she finally looked me in the eyes and smiled. We walked to the bar where we stood drinking beer. There was a stage beyond where chairs were sat up and tables surrounded it on three sides. A girl was dancing up there now, sensually swaying to the slow bluesy music. The atmosphere was heavy with the noise of muffled conversations and pool shots and the hard SLAM of glass on wood.
"Let's go get a table," I said. I pointed to one close to the stage. We weaved our way over and sat down.
The music ended and the girl picked up her skimpy outfit and strutted offstage, her heels loud on the wooden walkway.
The lights dimmed and under a single spotlight we watched a girl walk down the runway like she owned it. She walked regally to the center stage and stood still, her eyes smoldering as her hands caressed her body. Her hair was platinum white with the bangs cut straight across. She had black eyebrows. The music started, the Eagles, "I can't tell you Why," and the slow, slide guitar blended with her sensual swaying movements, as her top came off and she cupped her breasts and offered then to the small crowd.
"I wish Kami looked that good," he said.
I looked at him in amazement.
"You're shitting me, right," I said.
He shrugged.
"I don't know," he finally said. We watched her finish her dance and tipped her five dollars. I pondered what he said.
"Kami is probably the most beautiful woman I've ever met," I told him. We stared at each other and I could see as his mind eased. My statement seemed to soothe whatever fears he might secretly harbor.
"I know. I know she is. But we've been married awhile."
Our beers were almost empty so I looked around for a waitress. The stunning young blond that had been taking up money at the door came to the table and took our order and when she came back with the beers, she whispered something into Jeff's ear.
After she left, he kept a poker face to torment me. Then he broke into a big grin and shook his head.
"What? What?" I asked.
"She wants me to meet her at her van in five minutes," he said.
I was incredulous.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked. I shook my head in disbelief.
"She wants to give me a blowjob," he said and shrugged. I knew his thinking. He wasn't going to pass this up.
"Well, I'm going to leave," I said.
"Where are you going to be?"
"I don't know. Bobby Macgee is playing at the Hotel Astor."
"Bobby Macgee. She is hot!"
"Why don't you worry about current business?"
"You're right. Got to go."
Then he was out the door and I soon followed. walking out from the shadows of Huny Bunnies to the well lit side street along the docks. The huge party boats lay tied up like sleeping whales. I heard water lapping against the hulls and the wooden pylons. Across the street, a few cars sat in the parking lot of the Hotel Astor. It was a grand, ocean view ediface, the patriarch of downtown Carolina Beach. It rose three stories, stately as an ante bellum mansion, but with war ravaged Tara hidden under the makeup. A van close to the building had its back doors open and band gear was being unloaded.
I walked across the street and through the wide glass doors into the bar. The lights were bright and people were scattered around at tables and several more sat at the bar on high backed wooden stools. The room was plush with red velvet and the bar was as organized as an accountant's checkbook. I sat on a stool and ordered a Tanquerey and tonic. There was the hum of soft conversation and sudden laughter and then the irritating sound of a chair scratching across the floor as someone got up. I heard a cough.
The band was setting up on the small stage. I saw Bobby Macgee across the bar drinking her liquor neat from a glass. And she looked the part. Short, with wild, dark blond hair, the peasant blouse and tight blue jeans, the Janis pout; she had it all down. Sunglasses with round frames and blue lenses were propped up on her head. She stood at the end of the bar, alone, her head moving to an unheard beat, a different drummer. I smiled at her and she lit a cigarette and blew out smoke and then she looked at me and then through me.
When the bartender came back I sent over a Southern Comfort neat. She took it and he pointed to me. Then she asked him a question and a smile crept to her face as he answered. We toasted from across the bar. I walked over, carrying my drink. When I got there, she turned and faced me.
"How did you know what I was drinking?" she asked, holding out her hand. I took it and held on. It felt small and warm and I had a sudden sense of her hidden vulnerability and the mask she wore before the world.
"Lucky guess," I said.
We stood there talking for awhile and I complimented her on her singing and told her she put on a great show. Her brown eyes became animated with delight after she became comfortable with me.
"Are you going to sing it tonight," I asked.
"No," she softly said and looked away.
"I thought I had seen you here before," she said. She took a large swallow of her drink.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad," I said. "But I really want to hear you sing it."
A bittersweet smile relunctantly crept to her face. She shook her head.
"I remember now. You were here that night. You were sitting at a table by the door with this really sexy blond with big tits," she said and raised her cupped hands a foot off her own chest.
"And this tall, good looking man was with you, too. I remember because I couldn't keep my eyes off them. They were like movie stars."
"And you were with them," she finished. Curiosity was in her tone.
"Yea. They're like Jupiter and Saturn. I'm just caught in their gravity," I said sarcastically.
"BOBBY! We gotta play!"
A short stocky guy with glasses walked up, crossed his arms and stood there looking.
She introduced me to her husband and we shook hands.
"He bought me a Southern Comfort," she said and drained the glass. She sat it down on the bar.
He looked at me and his smile vanished.
"Don't buy her anymore," he said. I nodded my head. Bobby looked at me and smirked. She sadly shook her head. Her lips formed a pucker and she blew me a kiss and waved bye. He took her by the arm and they walked backstage. Just before they were gone from view, I saw her try to twist away and then his grip tightened and they were gone.
About a year ago, we had, indeed, been here watching Bobby onstage doing her encore song,"Me and Bobby McGee". At the end of three sets of Janis songs she was fully engaged, she had come to that place where energy and ideas float as if in a wave. She was halfway through when the manager stopped it and pulled her husband, who was energetically playing keyboards, aside and whispered something to him. And then his expression one of absolute horror. And Bobby's screaming and how they had to catch her before she fell and the lights suddenly bright and the low buzz of questions and finally the news that their toddler son, surreptitiously, had made his way out to the pool and drowned. The snarling tiger pounces.
I sat on an empty stool and the lights dimmed as the band started. There was a silence. Then Bobby came out and broke into "Cry, Baby" and her husky voice ripped through the relaxed room like a sudden tornado. I watched, enthralled, as Janis came back to life and was seemingly channeled through this woman.
The big, bald guy from Huny Bunnies walked in the front glass door and looked around. I turned and watched him in the bar's mirror. He scanned the room and left.
Bobby Macgee started another song and I relaxed with a fresh Tanguerey in the same glass. I was engrossed in her performance when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and Sally smiled at me. The bar was full so I offered her my seat.
"No. I got to get back," she said, leaning in close.
She looked at me to make sure I heard her. I nodded. She leaned back in, close to my ear.
"Where's Jeff?" she asked.
"He's hiding behind the bar," I said.
"Ha. Ha. Don't quit your day job," she said.
"Where's he at?"
"I don't know. He wasn't feeling well. He might have went home."
"Ohhhh. I hope he's alright," Sally said with sad, sympathetic eyes. Her mouth formed a frown.
The bartender came over and I got another drink and asked Sally if she wanted anything.
"No. I have to get back to work," she said. She turned to leave. "You come on back with me and drink beer on the house tonight, okay?"
I shook my head and nodded toward the band, which was taking a short break.
"I'm going to stay here. Bobby's hot tonight."
She leaned in close and looked me in the eye. Our faces were inches apart and I could smell her perfume, an exotic rainforest of aroma. Her blue eyes were like pools of cool water.
"You know, I don't just work there. My family owns it. It will be mine in a few years," she said conspiritorily.
I nodded. I hadn't known this.
"I feel like I've known you forever. Like I can tell you anything," she said. Her lips were inches from mine. Her pink tongue snaked out and wet them. I closed the distance and we kissed, our mouths opening and our tongues wetly swirling and clashing together. I looked in the bar mirror as she pulled me tighter and I saw Jeff walk in and look around. He saw us immediately and wagged his finger at me, a wicked smile on his face. Then he was gone.
When we broke apart, Sally looked at me like she just wrecked the Mercedes.
"That was a friend kiss, you got that," she said. She poked me in the ribs.
"That was one hell of a friend kiss," I said. "I think I need another one." I leaned in to get it and she lightly pushed me away.
"That was a good kiss," she said. "Tell Jeff I hope he gets better. Maybe I'll check on you at the boat tonight. Just to be sure everything is okay."
I nodded.
Then I watched her walk out the door. I looked at my glass. There were three limp lime slices in it. At the end of the bar stood Bobby MacGee watching me. The bartender was ignoring her and she shrugged her shoulders at the rudeness. When he came to me I ordered another Southern Comfort neat and he brought it to me and sat it down.
"You take it to her. Her husband will kill me," he said.
I took it to her and she smiled and sipped at it.
"Thanks," she said, her voice husky from singing. "Sonofabitch won't even look at me!"
A grin came to her face.
"Aren't you the naughty boy? I saw you kissing on Sally. Looks like somebody's going to get lucky tonight."
"It's not me, I can assure you," I said.
"Why not? That's old Carolina Beach money there."
"Just not interested."
The drink was almost finished and she turned up the glass and the last amber dregs slid down her throat.
"You know, I haven't had sex in over a year," she said matter of factly. She looked away and sighed. "God, I miss it."
Then she looked at me and I was silent, knowing this was some bittersweet nugget she was offering me, some piece from the puzzle that I had opened earlier when I had asked her to sing that song. I sensed the loosening of the smallest pebbles of the stones that surrounded her dammed up heart. The tough woman of the world, Janis, faded to the background and Bobby Macgee, a lustfull, living, essential, breathing woman, a mother who's child had been tragically taken away, looked at me and searched my eyes for sympathy.
Bobby put the glass down and gently took my arm. She brought her face close to mine and whispered.
"I have to get away from him tonight. I have to sing one more set and I think I'm going crazy," she said. Her eyes pleaded with me.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
"Do you have somewhere I can get away for a few hours? I will fucking kill him tonight."
I slowly nodded my head.
"BOBBY!"
"I'll meet you on the boardwalk by the public showers about one," she said. She kissed me on the cheek and was gone.
In a few minutes the lights dimmed and she was onstage. It was the last set and the place was lightly packed, now. I looked at my watch. It was eleven.
I felt someone grip my wrist and turn it.
"Eleven already," said Jeff. He picked up my drink and swallowed it down. "What you got, a whole lime in there?"
He stirred at them and watched Bobby onstage.
"Where you been?" I asked. He had changed into blue jeans with a crisp white shirt. His dark tan and black hair were set off by it. The cleft in his chin was pronounced as his mild brown eyes scanned the room.
The bartender came over and we ordered drinks.
"Hey! There's Tara the terror!" he suddenly said.
"Where?"
"Over in front of the stage."
Tara was in her little black dress dancing alone in front of the stage. She sensually swayed with the music, her hands moving up her hips to caress her rear and breasts. The dress rode up her dark thighs. Her sliding hands pulled at it more and her white ass was revealed.
Next to us a short guy standing at the bar nudged the tall fellow beside him waiting for drinks, and I heard him loudly say, "Look at the shitter on that critter!"
The tall guy looked over to where the other man was pointing and then he looked down and punched the guy right in the mouth.
"That's my wife, you asshole!" he said.
"OKAY! OKAY! Take it outside!" The bartender had his Louisville Slugger out and he beat it against his open palm.
I thought Jeff would go into cardiac arrest from laughing so hard. Everytime he would calm down and try to take a swallow of his drink he would think about it and spray it out and go into convulsions again. The short guy heard us laughing and soon left. Tara's husband took their drinks to a table near the stage and after the song ended she sat down with him and drank it down like a thirsty soldier tipping up a canteen.
"So, where have you been?"
"What?" He shrugged.
"No, where?"
"I went to the boat," he said. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve. "Oh, that was a good one."
Jeff leaned in close. An evil grin was on his face.
"I bet you could still taste me when you were kissing Sally," he said and nudged me.
"She said it really didn't last long enough to get a good taste."
"It worked for me," he said. He had one eye on Tara. Another song had started and she was back swaying in front of the stage, drink in hand. head thrown back like she was in her own living room.
"Forget it, man," I told him. "He'll bust you right in the mouth."
Jeff started laughing again and had to set his glass on the bar.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars if you go tell him," Jeff said.
"You don't have a hundred dollars," I said.
"If I did I'd give it to you."
"What are you going to do?" I asked him.
"Candy Cane gets off at twelve and she wants to meet me at the boat," he said dreamily, not a care in the world.
"Candy...Cane?" I asked.
"What the fuck ever," he said. "Candy cane... Candy bar. Something like that.
"Sally's going to be at the boat soon, too," I told him.
"I know. But the way you two were liplocked, I figured..."
"I got plans," I told him.
He took a step back and scanned the area around me.
"Am I missing something here. Plans with who?" he asked. "Your hand."
I looked over to Bobby and about that time our eyes met and she gave me a huge smile and waved.
Jeff just looked at me and shook his head.
"She's married, dude. You better watch your back," he said.
I nodded.
"So, what are you going to do about Sally?" he asked.
"Me? That's your problem."
"Okay. I have everything under control. I got to go. It's what? Eleven thirty?"
I looked at my watch and nodded.
"I'll see you later at the boat. We'll just play it by ear," he said and put his empty glass on the bar. He winked at me and walked straight to the table where Tara's husband was sitting, still fuming from the earlier insult. He leaned over and put both palms on the table. The man's eyes were glued on his wife's almost bare ass as she showed her new black thong.
"Hey!" Jeff yelled. "Look at the shitter on that critter!"
The man twisted around with bloody murder in his eyes. Jeff calmly stood there leaned over and burst out laughing. Then he turned and headed for the door, the man shaking his fist at his broad back.

I met Bobby at the deserted public showers and we walked along the quiet streets to the boat. She was nervously exited at the subterfuge. She had shed the Janis outfit and now wore a short denim dress that showed off her muscular thighs.
Her wooden clogs sounded sharp on the concrete walk. A half moon was out and dark clouds sailed by. There was a misty haze coming off the water around the party boats.
"Where are we going?" Bobby MacGee asked.
"Das boot," I answered.
"What boat?" she asked. We were walking slowly, our hands brushing together and finally clasping.
"My boat. It's right...over...here..."
I stared in amazement as we turned the corner of the pier and "Peregrine" was gone. My stomach reacted like coming home and finding the doors all open. I gasped. Bobby looked at me quizically.
She squeezed my hand.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Her big brown eyes filled with anxiety. She looked around nervously.
"We need to go somewhere," she said. She dropped my hand and crossed her arms. Her wavy brown hair danced in the light sea breeze. I heard the splash of playing dolphins and the sound of halyards gently clacking.
"HEY!" I yelled through my cupped hands. It echoed off the large hulls.
I looked out over the water and we soon heard an engine start. Then we both watched as the small dark sloop came from around a huge party boat and headed to where we were. There were no navigation lights. It was dark as a ghost ship.
"It's the Flying Dutchman," said Bobby. We watched it approach.
"AHOY!" yelled Jeff. He had found the old white admiral's cap that we kept as a joke and it was jauntily set at a rakish angle on his head.
He came in too fast and gave the wooded dock a good shake when he hit it.
"What the hell, was that? Ramming speed?" I shouted. I rubbed the blue hull and searched for damage.
"Oops," he said sheepishly. The blond was sitting, trying to catch some streetlight on the compact mirror in her hand. She didn't look up until we had the boat tied and then she stepped off and started walking away, turning once to smile at Jeff and blow him a kiss. She walked awkwardly. Bobby noticed this and looked at Jeff.
"Bye, Candy Cane," he said.
She stopped and turned. The ice queen.
"It's Candy Lane," she corrected.
"Bye, Candy Lane," he said. She smiled and walked away and soon disappeared into the night. It took her like a lover.
I introduced them and they shook hands and that led to a hug that I thought was a bit intimate. And overlong.
"Ahem!" I coughed.
They broke apart and I watched as they stared at each other. There was a silence.
"Well, I can't stand around here all night," Bobby MacGee said finally. She looked around.
I looked at Jeff.
"So, you're hiding behind the party boats?" I asked. He shrugged.
"You didn't see it," he said.
"That's true," I said.
"Well, let's go," he said. He tipped his ridiculous cap to Bobby and she laughed.
Bobby climbed aboard and with Jeff at the tiller, I untied us.
"Wait...wait...wait. Do we have any liqour?" Bobby asked. She was settled back in the cockpit. Jeff went below and returned holding aloft a half a fifth of Crown Royal. He unscrewed the cap and presented the bottle to her. She turned it up.
Jeff threw the cap overboard.
"We won't be needing that anymore," he said.
Bobby laughed.
We maneuvered back behind the big boat and set a halfass Bahamian moor to deal with the changing tide. We took the bottle and went below where I lit candles. I closed the cabin door and opened the front hatch so cool air flowed through. Jeff and Bobby crawled into the front berth and were sitting up, their backs supported by pillows, talking and passing the bottle. I checked the anchor lines one more time and then I joined then.
"You got any cards in here," Bobby asked.
"Yea. Let's play poker," said Jeff enthusiastically. He rubbed his hands together.
"I'm not a very good poker player," said Bobby. "Besides, I don't have any money."
I found a deck of cards and tossed them into the berth. I climbed in and Jeff passed the bottle to me. I took a long drink. It went down smooth as branch water.
"We'll just play for fun," Jeff said. He took the cards from the pack and shuffled them clumsily. He dealt out five or six cards each. Bobby looked at me and smiled. Jeff had to close one eye to see his cards. Bobby laughed.
"Okay. I'll bet my britches," said Jeff.
"No. We're not betting any britches," said Bobbie. Her short legs were crossed and her tan thighs were revealed. She held her cards in one hand and turned up the bottle with the other and took a long swallow.
"Okay. I fold," said Jeff, throwing his cards down. Then he got up and drunkenly stripped out of his jeans as if he hadn't heard. He now sat crosslegged in white briefs. He swayed and bumped into Bobby. She bumped back.
Bobby looked at me and I looked at Jeff. His eyes were unfocused. He reached for the bottle but she gave it to me and I turned it up.
"JEFF!"
We heard Sally calling from the empty slip.
"Is that your wife?" asked Bobby. Her speech was beginning to slur. She took the bottle and drank. Liquid dribbled down her chin.
Jeff suddenly tensed.
"It's Sally, Jeff," I told him. He relaxed.
"JEFF!"
"Jeff," Bobby mocked. I laughed.
"Okay. Okay. New hand," he said and dealt out five or six more cards.
"I bet my underwear," said Jeff. Bobby took up her hand and didn't say anything this time. Curiosity was in her eyes.
"I'd bet my underwear, too, but I never wear any," she said and giggled. Jeff gave me a wicked look.
"I fold," said Jeff and he threw down his cards again. He then pulled off his white briefs and his large organ was exposed. Bobbie's mouth fell open as she stared. She gasped. Jeff sat back down and it lay on his thigh, thick and semi erect, looking red from the workouts he had gotten tonight. His large, hairy scrotum was wrinkled and tight and a large line ran down the middle like a seam. I saw her hand involuntarily move toward it, but then she looked at me and checked her impulses.
"I'm going to go check the anchors," I said and got up. I opened the cabin door and went topsides and when I closed it back, I heard them talking softly.
"That's the biggest one I've ever seen," she said. "It's beautiful."
I sat down on the cool cockpit seat and turned up the bottle. Their talking stopped and I looked up at the bright stars and found the belt of Orion and then Polaris, the north star, by sighting down the handle of the little dipper. I heard the horn from a far away tugboat.
The cabin door opened and Bobby sheepishly peeked out.
"He's passed out," she said. She sat down on the cool fiberglass seat and shivered.
"I'll get a blanket," I said and went below. Jeff was sprawled out in the front berth like Caligula after his indulgences, his white ass shining. I took a blanket from under him and it made his head roll and bump against the hull, which I strangely enjoyed. I took it topsides and we spread it on the seat and sat down.
"He usually lasts a few minutes longer than that," I told her.
Bobby threw her head back and said,"What do you think happened?"
I shrugged.
She turned the bottle up and the last few drops fell down her throat.
"I'm not that easy. But I have to admit it is a nice piece of equipment. And for a horny girl like me, doubly so."
"Yea. He's rather proud of it."
Bobby stretched her legs out and put her feet up on the opposite seat. Light from the half moon shone down on her tan legs. The blue denim of her dress rode up her thighs. The front buttons were undone and her breasts strained through the exposed black bra. We looked up at the stars and her hand clasped mine. I felt Bobby inhale and then she let out a long, shuddering sigh, melancholy as a wake. She lay her head on my shoulder. I felt her tremble.
"Why is my life so fucked up?" she asked. I felt a warm tear on my bare shoulder. She shook with despair.
"Why? Why? Why?"
And then she let loose with a Niagra of tears and it was like a tsunami of emotion overwhelmed her. I held her and she trembled in my arms and after a few minutes she stopped and pulled away, wiping her nose with the blanket.
She looked at me and softly said, "Sorry."
I put my arms around her and we hugged tight. Her face was red from crying.
"Leave him," I said.
"No. It's not him. I love him. Sometimes he's a pain in the ass, but he's a good man. Believe me, he hurts as much as I do."
"Then why the dramatics," I asked.
"I don't know. Keeps him on his toes. Besides, I gotta keep up the mystique. I'm a star, you know." She pointed toward Polaris.
"You are that."
"You know, I think you're both attractive as hell, but I'm not going to cheat on him."
"I guess you're down to one now," I said.
Bobby laughed. She leaned over and looked down at my crotch.
"Is yours up for the challenge?" she asked.
"If you mean is it like Herman Munster's in there, no."
She put her head back on my shoulder and we were silent. I put my nose into her wavy hair and inhaled. It smelled of loud, smoky bars with just a whiff of salt spray. She turned her head and we kissed. It felt so good and completely comfortable we didn't stop. Our arms pulled each other tighter.
When we finally broke apart, we looked at each other at arms length. Bobby's big brown eyes glistened with spent tears. They were red with rawness. Her face was full of questions.
"You really kiss good, you know that?"
"So do you," I said, kissing her neck.
"Look, I'm not going to cheat on my husband," she said.
My hand fell between her legs and she gently moved it away.
"There's a new law here," I said. I licked around the back of her ear, my tongue wetly tracing the deep valley. She shivered.
"Oh, yea. What law is that?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"Eating is not considered cheating," I said. "State statute 69 amendment xxx."
I leaned over her and kissed between her breasts and ran my tongue along the upper rim of her bra. Her breathing became heavy and I could hear her heart racing as her fingers ran through my hair. My hand slowly began it's offensive.
"Eatin' ain't cheatin", huh?" she scoffed.
"That's right."
"Well, you know what. He thinks I'm probably stupid enough to believe that, so what the hell. You can't possibly imagine how horny I am. You can probably smell me," she said.
"I thought that was the tide," I said.
"Well, kiss that opportunity goodbye," she said and pulled away.
"I'm kidding. I'm kidding," I told her and pulled her gently back into my arms.
She sat back with her legs spread slightly. I moved my hand down and soon I was tickling at her thick brown bush, lush and wet as a dense Amazon rainforest. I parted the big lips with a sliding finger and felt as her hot slickness coated it. Slowly, I ran my finger between her labia. It was slimey as a snail path. At the tight opening I lightly slipped the first knuckle in and I felt her muscles pull at it and then I ran it up to her hard button and then back down.
Bobby lay her head on my shoulder and spread her legs wider. I felt her heart racing and her hips rocked sensually with my slow rhythm.
"Lay back on the seat," I said.
She lay back on the blanket without looking at me and closed her eyes. The blue denim dress was around her hips as she lay with one leg on the cockpit floor and the other, knee raised, foot on the seat. She looked hauntingly beautiful in the half moon light, a modern, doomed Tess. The short, firm muscles of her tanned thighs glistened with her secretions.
I knelt on the floor and put my nose into her pubis. It felt soft as a kitten's belly and I gently bit and licked at the crinkly brown hair. Her fingers ran through my hair and urgently pushed me down. I licked at her wet fleshy lips like a finiky cat lapping at milk. I sucked them into my mouth. Soft moans of pleasure came from Bobby. I held her thick lips apart with my fingers and plunged my tongue into her. She tasted of sweat and her juices were slightly sticky. I could hear the low squishing sound as my tongue licked at her from the inside.
"Ohhhh. That feels sooooo gooood," Bobby huskily moaned. She opened her eyes and watched me as I pulled my head away and licked at her clitoris, my wet tongue barely grazing it, easy as a hummingbird's kiss. Her hips rocked side to side. I put my hands under her cheeks and pulled her pelvis to me. I rapidly thrust my wriggling, wet tongue into her. I swallowed a mouthful of her juices and some ran down my chin. Bobby coated my face with a passionate lotion.
I slid my tongue up and it trasversed her slick trench with her big lips on either side like the walls of a fleshy dam and then it was doing wet circles and flicking out like a small pink whip on her large clitoris. I stopped and took it into my mouth and ran my tongue around it as I softly sucked it in and out.
"Oh god...oh god...oh god..."
Bobby pushed my face into her as she ground away, her hips moving up and down and side to side like the ancient dance of Salome. My face was covered with her hot, sticky juices. Her hips came up off the blanket and then she was gritting her teeth and when she looked at me passion filled her face. Janis had completely vanished. Bobby looked at me as she came down from the intensity of her orgasm. She silently mouthed, "thank you".
I got up and went below and got another blanket and a couple of pillows. Jeff was on his back, softly snoring. His pride and joy lay shrunken on his thigh like a fat, well nourished worm hiding in a dense, black thicket. I took the admiral's cap and put it over it. I went topsides and gave Bobby a pillow and then I spread the blanket on the other seat and we both lay there looking up at the stars. I looked at my watch. It was 4:20.
"This has to be our secret," Bobby said.
I looked at her and nodded. She looked away and even in the dark I could see her blush.It was beginning to turn cool and she covered up with the blanket. A shooting star blazed across the sky.
"What did you wish for?" I asked.
"That this one time occurence be kept secret," she said, sweeping clean the trail behind her.
"Don't worry. I just hope Jeff didn't hear you. You did seem to enjoy it."
"Oh, you just don't know. That's the first orgasm I've had in over a year that I didn't give myself."
We heard the splash of playing dolphins and the distant crash of surf. The air was becoming thick, like a damp, cloud that settled over everything. I pulled the blanket up to my neck as the fog enveloped us.
"What do you mean you hope Jeff didn't hear? Do you think he did?" she asked.
"I don't know. He's a peeper. He loves to watch."
"What did you wish for?" she asked.
"I wished that you would sing that song," I said.
Bobby closed her eyes and was silent. She sighed and it was like some poignant spirit was released. I heard her swallow and then she started out weakly, barely audible, singing the Kris Kristofferson song that had become her enemy.

"Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew, yeah"

Her voice became stronger as she came to the chorus and I could sense the change, how the song was affecting her, her heart and mind a seeming whirlwind of turmoil and pain.

"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' don't mean nothin', hon, if it ain't free, no, no
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee"

"From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby kept me from the cold
One day up near Salinas, I let him slip away
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it.
But I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine"

She stopped singing and a wail escaped from her, a mournful release into the thick fog that shrouded us. I looked over and tears of absolute despair streamed down her face. Chokingly, she tried to finish.

"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all Bobby left me, yeah
But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee"

Bobby finished the song there and tears ran down my own eyes. She was silent and then she laughed.
"That felt good," she sighed. "Thank you for that."
Jeff peeped over the cabin door. The admiral's hat was perched on top of his head. His eyes glistened with tears, too.
"Come here, Herman Munster," said Bobby. She lifted her blanket and Jeff slid in beside her on the narrow cockpit seat. She put her arms around him and soon he was lightly snoring and then Bobby fell asleep holding him. Right before I dozed, the sky was beginning to turn pink and I looked at Bobby. Her face seemed at peace. And I hoped her heart was, too.


rm_PurryKitty2 48M/50F
9753 posts
3/8/2006 4:36 am

I really like your stories

Purry {=}

Purry


papyrina 51F
21133 posts
3/9/2006 2:48 pm

i enjoyed that thanks


I'm a

and
i'm here to stay


MOfunNOWWOW 55F

3/14/2006 11:07 pm

Very good.


MOMO
just a squirrel trying to get a nut


rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
3/15/2006 6:18 am

I just wanted to tell you I loved your "Isnt that what happens at Camp David" comment you left on Kitty's blog yesterday. That was the best laugh I have had all morning.


HBowt2 59F

3/22/2006 2:53 am

who needs to buy books.....


LadytoPleaseYou 64F
5447 posts
3/27/2006 10:38 pm

That was great....Janis..my unhappy, my unlucky, my little girl blue.

PENIS CHARMING....where are you?


sparkee58 replies on 3/28/2006 3:02 am:
thanks. when I wrote the ending the lyrics from steely dan kept coming to my head,"...I cried when I wrote this song..." with Donald Fagen's haunting voice.
and I did.
I still can't read this story without tearing up.

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