Page 55 of Together in Harmony
Lennox is looking at Asa when he says this. Asa’s face brightens and he instantly comes over and picks me up, then perches me on a huge speaker cabinet. Hugo is also grinning. He goes over to a shelf and collects something.
“This one gets real loud, darling,” he says, then hands me some foam earplugs. “So put these in.”
“Really?”
“Put them in,” he commands.
I do as I’m told and dutifully fit them in my ears, still a little cross that we are back to music and not making out. Hugo kisses the tip of my nose and calls me a good girl.
Then they prepare for whatever performance it is. Asa picks up his bass, Hugo his guitar and Lennox sits at the drums.
“Ready then,” says Hugo. “On three…”
When the song starts I nearly fall off the speakers. It is loud and heavy and repetitive, and deep. The deep bass notes are vibrating out of the speaker I am sitting on. The unit is shaking under my butt. I look up and see all three men looking at me. Asa turns a knob on his bass and the vibrations get even more intense.
The blanket of sound is rich, but I’m having trouble concentrating. Really, I just want to close my eyes and give myself over to the pulsation that is happening all around my crotch.
The guys keep watching me.
Hugo starts playing some complicated riff, and his foot presses down on a monster pedal, making the sound buzz.
Oh jeepers.
I can’t resist, I shift a little so the corner of the speaker unit presses into my crotch. It’s so intense. Like holding a vibrator just a millimeter off your clit.
The music continues and I’m clenching the edge of the speaker box as hard as I can. Is that Hugo singing?
The tingles in my crotch are spreading, my nerves lighting up, and up, and up. Oh, goddamn. I close my eyes and grind.
And the music stops. Suddenly there is silence. I open my eyes, but after a second of pause…the bass drops again.
Oof!
The music is even more intense. I feel a flush go through my body. I know my face is turning red, but I can't stop, I don’t want to.
Lennox is covered in sweat, moving like a blur over the drum set. Asa’s huge hands are moving up and down the neck of his guitar with a heavy thump, thump, thump.
Ooh, lordy.
Then I looked at Hugo. His fingers tickle the guitar neck. If only my mound was under those fingers.
And that’s it. I come. I’m crying out as I do so, and grinding down harder on the black felt speaker casing.
The song dies away, the instruments quiet until there is just heavy breathing and the buzz of electrified instruments.
Finally, I manage to lift my head and see all three boys are watching me, like a wolf pack after its prey. And even though I’ve just come, I need more. I want more. I want it all. My brain is a mess—I can't think straight.
They all move a step closer.
My legs are open either side of the corner of the box. I’m pretty sure I've soaked through the felt casing.
Asa is the closest. I remembered his tongue, that fat, hot tongue. Lennox moves next to him. Lennox, he turns me to jelly at the best of times, but right now. It is almost too much.
I turn my head and there is Hugo.
Hugo who wasn’t interested. Hugo who is now no longer wearing a shirt and who had the biggest erection I've ever seen sticking out of his own shorts.
The three move towards me. I’m a cat in heat surrounded by toms—my metaphors aren’t the only things in a muddle.
