while I position my keyboard case snug against the wall.
“Watch my toes, bitches!” screeches Juanita as the pair narrowly misses the drummer’s foot.
“Don’t get your tortilla munching ass all pissy,” Rachelle says. “We didn’t hit your precious toes.”
Juanita glances down at her neon pink toenails peeking out from her sexy heels. “Good thing, too. Freddie hasn’t had a chance to suck them yet.”
“Eww...” says Ginger. “You like that shit?”
The busty Latina shrugs, “As long as he’s happy and gives it to me good, he can get all freaky however he wants.”
A smile forms on my lips as I eye the woman’s gorgeous body. I bet I could give her a bigger orgasm than her boyfriend. And my strap-on never goes limp.
Brushing long black hair behind my ear, I look over at the two standing near the van doors to find Ginger watching me. She saw me checking out Juanita. Well, it’s not like they didn’t all know my sexual preference when they asked me to join them this summer. I certainly don’t hide it.
“Want to grab a drink with us, Kimmie?” Ginger says.
I smile my thanks. I’m pretty sure she’s going to accidentally walk into my room again later wearing only her teddy. “I’d love to.”
I don’t mind if they want to explore new ideas with the resident lesbian—they just haven’t found the guts yet. After breaking up with my last girlfriend I could use a little fun in my life. It’s the whole reason I moved into the townhouse with them when their keyboardist went home for summer break—I need to finally have some fun after a year of hard study.
“Damn, girl,” Rachelle says while offering me a hand out of the van, “you played an incredible solo on the Elton John tune tonight.”
“Thanks,” I say while noting how Ginger eyes my long legs.
A Mercedes pulls up next to the van. Rachelle’s linebacker boyfriend sticks his head out of the window, “You ready, baby?”
“Shoot. I forgot you offered to pick me up.” She walks around the hood of his car to climb in the passenger side. “I’ll see you ladies back at the house. Have a drink on me and please, don’t knock on my door when you get home!” She tosses a saucy wink at the rest of us before sliding into the seat.
Juanita jumps down beside me and we all head back into the bar to see if Johnny is ready to go. The singer is nowhere in sight, and neither is the bar owner. I bet she’s cutting our check in the office. The staff all went home and the bar sits quiet.
Ginger saunters by, swinging her hips in her faded Daisy Dukes, and heads behind the bar. “How about we help ourselves?” she winks playfully at Juanita and me, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Free shots?” The drummer says. “Count me in. I’ll take a Patron.”
I nod my agreement and Ginger pours three shots. She checks the bar fridge for lemons as I grab the salt. “Just one,” I say sprinkling the skin near my thumb before passing the shaker. “We still have to drive home.”
We raise our glasses in a silent toast, lick the salt, and down the drinks all at once. The fiery burn from the liquor slides down my throat, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I quickly bite into the lemon and feel my face scrunch up against the tang.
“Woo!” shouts Juanita. “Damn, that’s good.” A smile glows on the young woman’s face, her love of life a beauty to behold. A loud vibration draws her attention to the phone in the tiny pocket of her tight cut off jeans. She pulls it out and opens it. “Hey, papi. You miss me?”
She walks away to speak to Freddie privately and Ginger and I are left alone. The young co-ed flips one of her long dark red braids over her bare shoulder and looks at me through her lashes. “So… where do you think Johnny is?” The guitarist’s supple fingers draw a circle on the bar top. Her short red nails look good enough to lick.
“Good question,” I say, breaking my stare. “I’ll go check.”
Ginger begins to clean up our drinks as I head down the long hall in the back of the bar. The office door isn’t quite closed. I push it open six inches or so to see if Johnny and Carla are inside and….
Johnny leans over the older woman lying face first on her