I couldn’t have imagined how happy Ina and Kira would be together either. It’s obvious that the two of them absolutely adore one another. During our vacation we spent at lot of time together and Kira and Ina and Tanja and I did not only share one tent together.
That way I’ve gotten to know Kira better, and I’ve realized that in spite of how silly she can be, she’s surprisingly levelheaded, and that she’s very good at making her girlfriend happy. All of the members of the extended family that The Coldhearts have become have come to love Kira, and to adore her cute Russian accent, especially when she’s exaggerating it.
On the other side of the table, sits our Baby Doll ‘Jet-black Jenny’ with her beautiful redheaded girlfriend Emilia. Our lovely drummer Nellie will of course take her place on Jenny’s other side, once she’s ready with the barbecue. Since Jenny’s birthday the three of them have become a ‘Triad’, a real ‘menage-a-trois’. That’s truly amazing to me, especially since Jenny and Emilia have had their issues with jealousy in the past, resulting in the two of them breaking up, and our black-haired beauty completely fucking up an attempted reconciliation. There was so much drama back then and more than once I had to give relationship advice, and at the same time struggling to keep the band together. Jenny turned out as our drama Queen, but I liked her too much to ever give up on her. She fitted in very well with the rest of us.
My gaze falls on Nellie who is standing at the grill with my brother Ralf. Nellie’s another anchor point in my life. We’ve become best friends. Our deeper feelings for one another flare up only very rarely. Maybe it was for the best that I ended things with her before we really became serious. Now it’s only an occasional, nostalgic ‘what if’.
My brother Ralf seems to have found love and happiness, too, and the reason for it is sitting next to Emilia. Victoria, Ralf’s new girlfriend, is a pretty young woman with shoulder-length brown hair and striking blue eyes. The two of them haven’t known one another for long, but it looks as if they like each other a lot. Of course, I really hope this relationship works out for Ralf. My brother really deserves to be happy. He’s always supported me, not matter what, and he’s done so much to help me, and the band over the years. All the other girls in the band feel the same way about him. He’s become everyone’s big brother, not just mine. And he’s comfortable being the only guy in the middle of a bunch of girls.
I have to cut short my musings, because Nellie calls out, “It’s ready, ladies! Please bring your plates over here and line up!”
Ina immediately jumps up. Taking her girlfriend’s hand and pulling her up, she exclaims, “C’mon, Myshka, I’m starving.”
Kira giggles and replies, “Yes, moy lyubimyy, but after you eat you’ll still be hungry for me.” She flashes Ina her cute and sexy smile. Nodding her head, Ina giggles, too.
The two of them are just too cute together, especially now that Kira’s started teaching Ina cute Russian. By now I know that ‘myshka’ means ‘mouse’ and ‘moy lyubimyy’ means something like ‘My favorite’ or ‘My pet’.
Tanja starts laughing, and as she stands up she says to me, “I’m hungry, too, suka boginya. Let’s go!”
Naturally, I have no idea what that means, but she makes it sound dirty. I frown at my girlfriend sternly. I might be sure that Tanja won’t break my heart, but I definitely know that she’s perfectly capable of fucking with my mind. “What’s that mean, Bitch Girl?” I demand.
The look I’m giving her makes her giggle. “That’s ‘Bitch Goddess’ in Russian, Babe.” Shaking her head and rolling her eyes she adds, “I asked Kira, and she made me repeat it a hundred fuckin’ times until it sounded half way right.”
I smile wryly at Tanja. I know how serious Kira is about what she calls ‘The great and mighty Russian language’, after all. Getting up I take a moment to kiss Tanja softly on the lips, and so when we walk to the grill hand-in-hand, we have to stand in line behind all of the other girls, until Ralf and Nellie fill our plates with steaming steak and sausages.
We all eat and drink heartily, enjoying one another’s company and the mild summer evening together. The other girls chat. I listen as Ina, Kira, and Tanja talk about fashion. My bandmate and best friend is quite intrigued by the fact that my girlfriend makes a good many of her own clothes, especially her cosplay stuff. Ina also thinks Tanja shows a flair for design, and that she ought to consider enrolling in a local university’s fashion program. Ina also suggests that Tanja could design clothes exclusively for her boutique ‘Rock the Goth’. Tanja is of course thrilled by Ina’s idea. Kira listens to them attentively. Clothes are one of the things that the Russian girl is seriously interested in, but strictly from the point of view of someone who likes to shop.
By the time we’re all done eating, the sun is setting. So while Ina, Jenny, and I go back to the farmhouse to fetch our acoustic guitars, the other girls join Ralf in building a bonfire. When we get back, we join together in playing and singing just like we did during our holiday in France.
Our first song is Golden Earring’s classic song from the seventies, ‘Jangalene’. After having heard the song on the radio, we played it so often during our vacation that ‘The Coldhearts’ and their girlfriends all know it and can sing along. Emilia surprises us by pulling a harmonica out of the pocket of her cutoffs, and accompanying us on it. Nellie took out her bongo drums and plays along with us, too.
“Jangalene, you’re my queen, can’t get next to your love machine.”
My Crazy Little Bitch Tanja does what she always does when we play that song. Grinning and giggling, she gets down on her knees in front of me, and shakes her boobs at me as we sing the song together. Everyone else has to stop singing, because they’re laughing too hard.
“Drivin’ all night in your Cadillac, showing your beauty, you’re driving me mad.”
After we’re done, I put aside my guitar for a moment so that my girlfriend can jump up and give me a passionate kiss. That makes everyone laugh, too.
After that we sing and play other classic rock songs, before I get up and announce that I’m going to play something I’ve never played before. I play the opening chords of the song ‘Make Her Scream’. That is one of the most vulgar songs by ‘Testosterone Poison’, the mysteriously popular sleaze rockers we’d opened for earlier this year.
Nobody recognizes the song, until I sing the opening line, “I got what you want, Babe, I’ll make you scream.”
Ralf doubles up laughing, as I do my best to imitate ‘Long Dick’, the dickheads’ lead singer. Tanja starts laughing, too, as I stand right in front of her, letting my hips sway, and begin to sing to her, “My flesh is so hard, quite ready for you to suck. Pull up that skirt and sit on my face, it’s time to make you scream. Scream!”
Ina shakes her head, but she laughs, too, while Kira doesn’t get my joke, and she starts trying to get her girlfriend to explain. The other girls groan and roll their eyes, but at least I manage to get sheepish grins out of them, except for Jenny. Out of all of us, Jenny hates the sleaze rock band and all their members and everything they’ve done the most.
Jenny leaps to her feet and screams at me. “Bette, stop! That’s not funny. That’s horrible. It’s disgusting.”
I stop, put down my guitar, and raise my hands in surrender. Everyone has stopped laughing, and now they’re all staring at me or at Jenny, who still looks furious.
Before our Baby Doll can say anything else, I smile and clear my throat. “Crazy Bitches, Snuggle Bunnies, and Ralf, I have an announcement to make.”
That gets everyone’s full attention. After a long moment I add, “There’s a reason why I played that song for all of you, and you know what it is?”
When they all look clueless, I beam at them and say, “Well, the thing is, that I received a phone call this afternoon. Guy said he’s the manager of ‘Testosterone Poison’. At first I thought that he was fucking with my mind, but then it turned out that he really was their manager. As it looks, The Coldhearts will open for t
hose cock rockers on one leg of their upcoming European tour.”
I glance at Jenny, who looks absolutely aghast, and at Nellie, who is staring at me wide-eyed. Ina is the first of my bandmates to recover from her shock enough to say something.
“Does Testosterone Poison really want us to open for them or is it just their manager?” Ina asks.
That was a good question. Nodding to acknowledge my bandmate, I grin and explain. “Their manager told me that the dickheads insisted on having ‘that cunt band’ open for them when they tour the German-speaking countries later this year or early next year. Dates still need to be confirmed, Princess, but the tour is fix.”
Then I hear Tanja let out a squeal. “Oh my fucking God, Bitch Goddess!” She crosses to me, throws her arms around me, and hugs me tight enough to make me wince. Then she pulls away from me a little, so she can put both her hands on my shoulders and look me in the eye. She smiles radiantly. “This is your first really big break, Bette. It’s a mega opportunity. I’m so happy for you.”
After kissing her tenderly, I say, “Thank you, Babe. I hope you can come with us.”
“If I can, I will, Bette,” Tanja replies, smiling.
“How many gigs are we talking about?” Ina asks, while the others are still speechless.
“I don’t have all the specifics yet, but the manager talked about Munich, Cologne, Hamburg, Berlin and Frankfurt in Germany, Vienna in Austria, and Zurich in Switzerland.”
“Wow, that’s fucking awesome,” Ina squeals, sounding quite a bit like Tanja. Grinning, she turns to Kira. “Will you be coming with us, Mishka?”
“Of course I will, moy lyubimyy,” Kira answers, leaning toward Ina and kissing her on the lips. “These cities are all good for shopping after all,” she adds with a giggle.
I turn back to Nellie and Jenny and smile at them coolly. “What about you guys? Are you in?”
“Personally I’m okay with it, but I want Jenny to be okay with it, too, Bette,” Nellie says, giving her lover a slightly worried look.
Everyone else is staring at Jenny, and our black-haired beauty is very conscious of it, too. After glancing around at them, she looks back at me anxiously, as though she’s afraid I’m going to yell at her or threaten to kick her out of the band if she doesn’t agree to the offer we’ve gotten from the sleaze rockers she hates so much.
I smile at her reassuringly. “Listen, Baby Doll,” I tell her in a soft tone. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, and I’m not about to get mad at you, either, okay?”
Jenny bites her lip and nods.
“But you do need to understand that this is a mega opportunity for the band, for all of us.”
Her anxiety seems to increase, and she glances at Ina and then at Nellie, who stands behind her and puts her arms around her lover. Emilia stands up, too, and takes Jenny’s hand. They are too cute together. I smile at them, before I address our young bass player again.
“We’ll be playing for bigger crowds than we’ve ever played before, Jenny. We are talking about crowds of ten to fifteen thousand,” I say coaxingly, “so a lot more people will get to know us.” I grin at her. “Remember how we made that crowd that came to see those macho assholes our crowd?”
That makes Jenny smile a little in spite of herself. Encouraged, I flash her my tigress smile. “Trust me, it will be fuckin’ amazing. We’ll have lots of fun. We’ll play songs from our new album we’re working so hard on. We’ll play songs you have written. We’ll become more famous. And then, too, there’s a shitload of money in for us.”
Nodding, Ina gets up and comes to stand next to me. “That really was fuckin’ amazing last time, Jen,” she tells our bass player earnestly. And it shows just how good we were that we were even able to impress those dickheads.” Shaking her head, she adds, “I mean it’s us they want as their support band, not any other band. That’s incredible. I mean, no matter who or what they are, they’re really, really big in rock business, and we’d be there as well.” Done talking, she looks at Jenny, expectantly.
Jenny takes a deep breath. “I don’t know, Bette,” she says slowly, “this is all a little overwhelming for me, you know?” When I nod calmly, she adds, “Let me think about it, okay?”
I smile at her. “Sure, Baby Doll, take your time. No need to decide tonight. But remember one thing, okay?” When Jenny gives me a puzzled look, I grin fiercely and growl, “We’re a cunt band, and we don’t fucking care.”
Ina laughs, Nellie smiles, and Tanja giggles, handing me a beer. I’m pretty sure that Jenny will come around eventually, and that The Coldhearts will take the next step in making our dream come true, and become a successful all-girl-hard-rocking band.
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ABOUT THIS BOOK AND ITS AUTHOR
‘Two more years had to pass like that, before I finally came to my senses and realized what I was doing to me and to others. I was avoiding being unhappy, yes, but I wasn’t happy either. Something deep inside me began to change and I started to want more than just a girl for the night. It took me two more fucking years until I met the girl with the long blonde hair and the looks of Taylor Momsen. But then I let her go after just one night without having her phone number or address. I was such an idiot!’
This book covers the second part of the story of Elisabeth Bruckmann, aka Bette Coldheart, singer and guitarist of the notorious all-girl-rock band ‘The Coldhearts’.
It’s a year of changes. A dramatic change in the band’s lineup. New love constellations around the band. New opportunities for the band’s breakthrough on the horizon.
Bette however loathes her image as Bitch Goddess and ruthless seductress of women and girls. Deep inside herself there’s loneliness and she longs for true and real love. Bette’s heart is faster than her head. Her heart knows that the beautiful, but slightly crazy Tanja could change Bette’s life, but like so many girls before her Bette let her leave…
It’s another story about broken hearts, jealousy, casual sex, romantic moments, and the courage to be yourself even if circumstances are against you. And it’s a story full of hard rock music.
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LA Turner was born and raised in Southwest Germany. She was a bookworm already in her childhood, and fell in love with the English language as soon as she began to learn it at school. Since then she has read tons of German, English, and American literature. She made her first literary attempts by writing lyrics for a rock band of which she was a member.
While working within Life Sciences as a day job, she likes to read and write in her leisure time. Laura Anne lives with her partner in Southern Germany.
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Other works by the author (in English language):
Hot Rock Cold Heart (The Coldhearts Story 1)
Jennifer’s Triad
Jennifer’s Crush
Orange and Blue
Right Woman Wrong Time
Auralyssa
Lesbian Erotica and Short Stories:
The Campfire
Hotel Hobbies
The Picnic
The Final Cut (Erotica Bundle)
All titles are available as e-book and in print on Amazon / Kindle / Kindle Unlimited
SAMPLE FROM JENNIFER’S CRUSH
I woke up in a sweat. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it was 4.30 am. My head dropped back on my pillow with a groan. She had haunted my dreams again and left me breathless. This silly crush on my classmate Lena Davids began to drive me crazy. I was aroused and I needed some kind of relief. So I began to touch myself.
Before my mind’s eye I began to recall every naughty detail of my dream. Her gray-blue eyes are impossibly close and her soft lips with that dark red lipstick touch mine. The kiss deepens as I open my mouth to welcome her tongue. Our tongues begin a slow dance that will take up momentum. I clench my fingers into her thick dark brown hair. She cups my breasts
and begins to play with one stiff nipple tugging and pinching it. I begin to moan into her mouth. Lena does not break the kiss as her one hand moves down to the waistband of my panties. I feel her hand slip inside my panties and she cups my swollen flesh. I’m so wet and ready. I lift my butt to support her in pulling down my underwear. She enters me tentatively with one finger at first, but then she follows the rhythm of my wiggling hips with two fingers inside of me. While I play with her erect nipples she begins to touch my clit. I cannot suppress a loud moan. I bite my lips as she kisses her way down my chest, down to my belly, and finally I feel her hungry mouth on the very place I need it most. She licks and sucks my clit and I try so hard to delay my climax, but it is too late – I cum into her mouth with a powerful release that leaves me panting on my bed.
How could it be that a girl caused such sensations in me? I had never considered myself a lesbian. I was a freak, yes, that’s what I would easily admit. But I did not consider myself to be a lesbian freak. However, how could I be sure about this, considering what I had just imagined? It was 5am in the morning and I had one more hour before I had to get up and go to Goethe High School, where I would see her again.
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I felt tired and exhausted when I went to school that day. Why the hell did I have this silly crush on Lena Davids? In history class I saw her again. She sat in the very front row of the classroom together with her friends Beatrice and Paulina. The latter seemed to be the latest addition to her fan group. Since our senior year at Goethe High School had started Lena and Paulina seemed to be inseparable. This was new, because they had not been close friends the previous years. Indeed the two of them seemed to be very close now. And I could not help myself, but I began to believe there was more than friendship between the two girls.
I stared at Lena’s back during history class. Today she had her dark-brown hair in a messy ponytail that left some strands of hair around her face. She wore a black sweatshirt and faded jeans. And like Paulina Janssen she had an orange scarf around her neck. Did this damned orange scarf have a meaning? Was there a secret behind them wearing scarfs in the same color?
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