Hard Rock Hot Heart

by Laura Anne Turner

  “It seems you have thought about it quite a bit. It sounds like fun. I only hope that Jenny will find it funny, too.” I was much less convinced about it than our pretty drummer was.

  “Jenny won’t want a birthday party, Bette. I’m pretty sure about that. I thought it would be a good idea if you were the one to convince her that she needs a birthday party, Bitch Goddess,” Nellie said.

  I smiled wryly. “Okay, if you think so, Nell, I’ll do that.”

  +++

  The opportunity to persuade Jenny arose a couple of days later. After a band rehearsal we four Coldhearts were relaxing in the living room, drinking beer. I was lying on the sofa, propped up on one elbow and my feet resting on Ina’s lap, while she was giving me a relaxing foot massage.

  “Hey Jen, have you thought about whom you’re going to invite to your birthday party?” I asked her out of the blue, stirring Jenny from her thoughts.

  “Birthday party? What birthday party? I haven’t had a birthday party since I was twelve and my parents got divorced,” she replied, looking at me with wide eyes.

  Nellie, who was sitting on the armrest next to Jenny, was smiling down at her tenderly. “Yeah, that was then before your family broke up, but now you’re here with us, and we’re your new family, Sweetheart.”

  “That’s right, Jenny,” Ina added with a grin. “We’re your family now and we’re going to throw a party of sorts for you, whether you like or not.”

  “I don’t need a birthday party,” Jenny replied, looking up at Nellie, but she couldn’t suppress a smile.

  “Well, Baby Doll, you know we won’t accept ‘no’ for an answer, and we’ll throw a fuckin’ hot party for your twentieth birthday. You’d better be there if you don’t want us to kidnap you,” I growled.

  Jenny let that sink in. She looked at each of us as if we were capable of tying her up, gagging her, and locking her away in a closet before the party started. So she gave in.

  “Okay then,” she said, “I agree, but you must know that I really don’t need a birthday party.”

  Ina shook her head. “It wasn’t just Bette’s idea. It was our idea, Babe.”

  “That’s really true, Jenny, “ Nellie added. “We all had the same idea at the same time.”

  I cleared my throat so that Jenny looked at me again. “Okay, Baby Doll, now tell us whom you would like to invite or we’ll select the party guests for you.”

  “Okay then,” she began to think aloud. “My old friend Martin and Maria, his girlfriend. My former band’s keyboarder Marlon and his girlfriend Sophie, my friend Andrea and her new boyfriend, my brother Chris and his girlfriend whose name I always forget.”

  “Okay, okay, that’s fine they’re all coming, we’ve invited them already,” Ina interrupted her. She cleared her throat for effect, “Including Leonie, your brother’s girlfriend. No surprises so far.” She started giggling and so did Nellie and I.

  Jenny rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe it. You have – what?”

  “Invited your old friends and your brother already,” Nellie remarked. “So, who else?”

  “I’d like to invite Merle, my study buddy from Uni,” Jenny added.

  “Okay, you can take care of that yourself,” I said with a grin. “We’ve invited your other study buddy Tanja, too. But Tanja would be here anyway, because she’s my snuggle bunny.”

  “Snuggle bunny? Oh my God!” Jenny started laughing.

  “Of course my snuggle bunny Kira will be here, too,” Ina added her eyes sparkling.

  “Have you invited Ralf and our road crew?” Jenny asked after a moment.

  I nodded and so did Nellie.

  “Who else is coming?” Jenny asked.

  “I hope you don’t mind we’ve invited a few of our Crazy Bitches, like Jana for example,” Ina added with a grin, “just a handful of them, not too many of our fan girls.”

  “This party is going to be fucking crazy enough even without the big crowd,” I said.

  Obviously Jenny didn’t know what to think about us, particularly since the three of us were grinning like madwomen. “And where are we going to celebrate?” she finally asked tentatively.

  “Here in our farmhouse of course, silly, and outside if the weather is good enough,” I replied laughing.

  “Oh? Okay, that makes sense.”

  Nellie touched Jenny’s shoulder. “You should think about inviting Emilia,” she said in a gentle voice.

  “You really believe she’d come? I don’t suppose she’d want to see me.”

  “If you don’t ask her you’ll never know,” Nellie retorted.

  “That’s fucking correct,” I agreed, while shifting my position on the couch, sitting up. “You’ve got nothing to lose if you try. But you’ve got everything to gain.”

  “You’re right,” Jenny finally agreed, her voice small. “I can at least try, although I don’t have much hope left.”

  +++

  Jenny’s birthday party was in full swing, the music was loud, the air in the living room stifling. The big grandfather clock in the living room’s corner with its gently swinging pendulum showed five minutes to midnight. Only five minutes to go until her twentieth birthday. My eyes searched for Jenny. She was standing in the corner close to the hall clock, breathing heavily and covered with sweat. Like most of us she must have been dancing most of the time.

  It was really hot inside, although all windows were open. Outside the house it was muggy and a heavy rain had gone down, so we had moved the party to the living room.

  All the invited party guests had shown up. Ina and I were surrounded by a bunch of our Crazy Bitches. Two or three of them could be counted to the subgroup of ‘Jet Blacks’ who were totally into Jenny. We were all watching Tanja and Kira who had taken off their shoes and were now dancing on the table. The guests cheered and whistled when Tanja – who looked like a copy of Taylor Momsen again tonight – put her hands on Kira’s waist and pressed her body against the pretty Russian girl. Kira squealed and laughed excitedly, while grinding like a snake in the arms of my lover. Finally she kissed Tanja on the lips.

  I noted with interest that I didn’t feel jealous. I knew that Tanja belonged to me and Kira belonged to Ina. On the contrary, Ina and I were happy that our girlfriends had hit it off so well. Thus, the idea of a foursome tonight wasn’t completely out of place, in particular since we were already tipsy.

  But first of all it was Jenny’s birthday now. I got Tanja’s attention and she understood immediately. She took Kira’s hand and we went to the kitchen together. We filled glasses with bubbly fresh out of the fridge. Each one of us grabbed a tablet full of glasses and took it to the living room, where we handed out glasses to the party guests.

  Nellie took two long-handled glasses of bubbly, approached Jenny and handed her one of the glasses. She led Jenny to the middle of the living room, while the guests formed a circle around the two of them. The clock struck midnight as Ralf turned the music’s volume down.

  “Happy birthday, Jenny,” Nellie squealed, clinking glasses with her.

  All guests repeated Nellie’s birthday wishes. A couple of our Crazy Bitches screamed “Happy Birthday, Jet-Black Jenny!”

  Nellie and Jenny were making out for a moment, before the rest of us could congratulate Jenny. I kissed her on her cheeks while saying congrats to her. I noticed Jenny’s beautiful green eyes were moist. Obviously she was overwhelmed by her emotions.

  I waited until everyone had said their congrats, before I made my announcement. “Jet-Black Jenny Coldheart!” I squealed in a loud and powerful voice to overcome the noise in the room. People fell silent immediately. I showed Jenny my best tigress grin while I announced, “We have a special birthday surprise for you, Jenny Coldheart!”

  Nellie and Ina pushed the birthday girl into an armchair that someone had placed right in the middle of the room. She sat in the armchair, not knowing what to expect. It was a big surprise after all. Tanja, who was standing close to me, was already giggling hystericall
y, while Kira jumped up and down with excitement. The majority of the birthday guests knew what kind of surprise was waiting for Jenny.

  “Music please!” I cried, giving Ralf a sign to turn up the volume. We had recently recorded a new version of our cover song ‘Drive’ and that were exactly the sounds that filled the room now.

  I took a step forward and stood right behind Jenny’s armchair, staring at the living room’s entrance where Emilia aka Romagna was to show up every moment.

  Right, there she was. I wasn’t the only one who gasped when I saw Emilia. She looked totally hot and sexy. Her face was hidden behind a golden mask and she was wearing a glittering golden bra that pushed up her breasts nicely. The color of her skimpy shorts that barely covered her buttocks corresponded to the color of her mask and bra. Emilia’s flaming red hair was hidden under a black silk scarf. I noticed how pale her skin was, when she approached Jenny, hips swaying.

  “Here’s your birthday surprise, Jen,” Nellie announced. She was standing to Jenny’s left. “Here comes Romagna!”

  The audience cheered and clapped their hands in applause. I supposed everyone was aware what had been going on between Jen and Romagna on Twitter.

  “She’s going to give you a lap dance, Jen,” Ina said, who was standing to Jenny’s right hand side.

  “I guess you know the rules, Baby Doll,” I said, leaning forward over the armchair’s backrest. “You may look as much as you want, but not touch.”

  Jenny nodded, staring at the slender young woman who was standing right before her eyes now. Emilia began to dance. She was really, really good at it. I began to sweat myself, even though I was standing behind the armchair, watching Emilia grab Jenny’s shoulders and bringing her small, but well rounded tits right up to Jenny’s face. Then she moved onto Jenny’s upper thighs and began grinding her hips.

  ‘Whatever you want I’ll give it to you, but you’re gonna have to ask me…’

  The party guests around us cheered and whistled, supporting Romagna. It was totally hot.

  ‘I’ll hold you up and drive you all night…’

  Watching Emilia turn on Jenny was incredibly sexy. I noticed that I became moist myself.

  ‘Your head is bent back, your back is arched…’

  Jenny was moaning and sweating and she looked like in a trance.

  ‘I’ll hold you up and drive you, baby, till you feel the daylight…’

  When the song ended much too quickly, Romagna got up from Jenny’s lap, blowing her a kiss, and as quickly as she came, she sashayed out of the living room, guided by Nellie. The partiers around our birthday girl screamed and whistled, while she was still sitting in the armchair in the middle of the room, totally flabbergasted.

  “I hope you enjoyed your little birthday surprise,” Nellie said to her, smiling innocently.

  “You’ve never had a lap dance before, Baby Jenny, right?” Ina remarked with a sly grin.

  “Well, it was damn hot,” Jenny finally replied, looking up at Nellie. “I only wish I knew who this damn Romagna witch is.”

  Jenny’s obvious confusion made me laugh. “You’ll have to find out for yourself, I’m afraid, Baby Doll. And now, let’s go on partying!”

  I made a sign to Ralf and my brother turned up the volume again. The guests were louder and merrier than ever. It seemed Emilia’s performance had given another push to the party. Everyone was dancing. I discovered my Tanja in the middle of the crowd and pulled her toward me. We were dancing just as close as we had at the Velvet Paw during our first date.

  From the corner of my eye I noticed Nellie taking Jenny’s hand and leading her upstairs to her bedroom where Emilia was waiting for them. I could only hope that the three of them would enjoy their union and not cause another drama.

  I didn’t think about their Triad for very long, though, since I was holding Tanja in my arms. Suddenly I felt someone cuddling me from behind. I didn’t have to wonder who it was, because I knew her body well enough. It was Ina. “Hello, Bitch Goddess,” she whispered in my ear, causing goose bumps on my skin.

  “Hi, Princess,” I replied. I watched how the hot and sexy Russian girl Kira cuddled Tanja from behind. The four of us swayed to the beat of the music, four bodies in sync. I felt hot, I was horny, and suddenly realized I was drunk, too. And I guessed, no I knew, what was going to happen tonight.

  Later I’d not be able to tell who started the whole thing, probably it was Ina. I grabbed a full bottle of champagne from one of the tables, before the four of us made our way upstairs to Ina’s bedroom. Laughing and giggling we let the bottle go around our small circle. Kira was the first one of us who started to undress. I remembered Ina mentioning that the cute Russian girl felt very comfy being totally nude.

  Then I felt Tanja’s lips on mine, and Ina’s hands on my buttocks. It was like in a movie. I watched Kira’s striptease in slow motion. As soon as the slender Russian girl was completely naked, she began tearing off Tanja’s clothes while sticking her tongue down Tanja’s throat. Ina slid her hand under the waistband of my shorts and we began to make out.

  Stark naked the four of us landed on Ina’s bed and every one was kissing and fumbling with every one. All rational thinking stopped. There was only feeling, smelling, tasting. The scent and sounds of sex filled the room. I heard Kira scream when she climaxed. Ina’s head was buried between her thighs, while the Russian girl was eating me out, since I was sitting on her face. At the same time I was making out with Tanja who was fondling Kira’s small tits.

  I heard myself scream as I came hard. And we went on like that until we were totally wasted and fell asleep with exhaustion. Despite of my vast sexual experience this was my very first foursome. As things turned out later, it wasn’t my last one.

  +++

  A soft summer breeze is playing with my long, blonde hair as I’m sitting at the enormous picnic table that my brother Ralf acquired very cheaply from the parents of one of his friends. It came along with a huge outdoor grill, which he also brought to the farmhouse.

  On this warm night late in August, we’re putting both, table and grill, to good use. My brother Ralf and our beautiful and talented drummer Nellie are standing at the grill, cooking steaks and sausages, while the rest of us are sitting at the picnic table. The Coldhearts and their girlfriends have returned from a wonderful vacation in Southern France, and now we’re celebrating the end of a remarkable summer.

  The table is set for nine, and it’s covered with a white tablecloth. Actually, we needed two of them to cover the huge table. There are bowls with several types of salads on it, including a pasta salad with peas and mushrooms, a rice salad, and of course there’s also a potato salad with onions and bacon. There are several fresh baguettes to go with the salads and the barbecue.

  I’m sipping from my bottle of the good local Lager, and as I do I glance around at the others who’ve gathered together for our little party this evening. To my left sits my beautiful girlfriend Tanja. Yes, it’s true; she’s officially my girlfriend now. We announced our relationship on Twitter and Instagram and the rest of our social media accounts right after we got home from France. While we were there, things between us developed very nicely indeed, and we’re totally crazy about one another. Many of our fan girls were disappointed and sad when we released the announcement, but the vast majority of comments were positive, and many of our fans wished us good luck.

  Because of all my other commitments I haven’t been able to see Tanja as much as I would have liked, but I do spend as much time with her as possible, and we’ve managed to go out on a number of dates following our first crazy and romantic one, which has enabled her to dress up in a variety of the crazy cosplay outfits that she makes for herself.

  Tonight, though, she isn’t dressed in any of her weird outfits, tonight she isn’t dressed up as anything but herself. She’s wearing skimpy cut-off jeans, and a t-shirt that features her favorite singer, Taylor Momsen, with a caption that reads ‘You Make Me Wanna Die’. Even looking closely
at her, I can’t tell whether she’s wearing make-up or not, but she looks like an Angel, and just looking at her gives me butterflies and makes my pulse rate increase.

  I still don’t know why, or maybe I just don’t want to know why, but being with her makes me happy. Maybe it’s because she helps me being a better version of myself? I had loathed myself long enough for being a coldhearted bitch that hurt other girls on purpose just to protect herself. And since I’ve been together with Tanja, I have given up on my long practiced habit of picking up girls after our gigs and sending them away in the morning. Because, why should I?

  Or maybe the reason why I’m happy with her is because I’m not afraid of Tanja breaking my heart or hurting me in any way? I’ve realized that I can trust this amazing young woman, in spite of how crazy she can be. Too, I’ve finally realized that you can never be truly happy unless you’re willing to risk being hurt. And so, within a relatively short time, Tanja has become one of the anchor points in my life.

  A second anchor point of my life, Guitar Goddess Ina, sits to my right. She looks as regal as ever, even though she’s casually smoking a cigarette, while her free hand rests on the bare upper thigh of Kira, the spoilt, but sweet daughter of a wealthy Russian businessman. Looking at the two of them, I smile as I think of how surprising life can be.

  When Ina and I first met a couple of years ago I couldn’t have realized how close we’d become. At that time I just wanted this amazing blonde girl as the lead guitarist of my band. In the meantime we’ve become the most intimate of friends and occasional lovers, too. We’ve both helped one another through difficult times. Ina loves and understands me as much as I love and understand her. I know that I can always rely on her, as a friend and as a bandmate, because she’s as devoted to The Coldhearts as I am myself. The band is as much her dream as it is mine. We compliment one another in songwriting and onstage. And we both were badass bitches, always looking out for girls to pick up after our gigs.