The Love Song of Sawyer Bell (Tour Dates Book 1)

by Avon Gale

  “I don’t—I don’t know if you want that, though,” Sawyer pointed out. “We already talked about how you didn’t want to admit I was jealous.”

  “Because I checked ‘like’ about eight states ago,” Vix told her. “Duh.”

  Sawyer wrinkled her nose up. “But I don’t— How can we just be friends if I like you? I meant like-like, not ‘come to my birthday party’ like.”

  “Sawyer, oh my God, I know what you meant.” Vix’s smile edged into a grin. “Like-like. I love girls.”

  “So far I’m not impressed,” Sawyer muttered, but Vix’s laugh made her tension ease considerably. “I mean, I can’t . . . I don’t know what’s going to happen after this tour. I was so intent on putting things aside that I didn’t want to think about, that I started doing it with you when you were supposed to be a thing I didn’t do that to.”

  “You should definitely stick to music and not lyrics.”

  Sawyer elbowed her, glad they were finding their way back to familiar footing. “You know what I mean.”

  “No, actually, I have no idea. Just say it, Sawyer.”

  “I like you, Vix, and I’m afraid that it’s going to break my heart when I have to leave.”

  The silence in the room stretched out between them. Sawyer closed her eyes, mortified. “I wish I could play you a song on my violin and you’d— Mmph.”

  She couldn’t finish that because she had Vix in her lap, straddling her and kissing her. “Sawyer, that was so cheesy and perfect. I like you too, and yeah, it’s going to suck. But we can’t do anything about that part, so.”

  Sawyer settled back on the sofa, hands sliding up Vix’s back. “What happened to us just being friends?”

  “You and your legs in those boots,” Vix joked. At Sawyer’s frown, she put two fingers against Sawyer’s lips and tapped them gently. “Shh. I’m kidding. I like you for more than that hot body of yours. But damn.” She leaned in and kissed Sawyer again, sweetly this time. “If you only want to be friends, though, tell me.”

  “Saying that while sitting on my lap seems kind of dumb.” Sawyer smiled. “Let’s be smart about it this time. Vix? I don’t know what’s going to happen when this tour is over. And I don’t want to think about that. But I want to be here, and I want to be with you.”

  “Sawyer, I want to have all the sex with you and have an epic fun time on the last leg of this tour. And I also do not want to sleep with anyone else while we’re doing that, regardless of gender. Which, by the way, just because I’m bisexual doesn’t mean I think there’s only two. Mary gave me a really great book about that if you want to borrow it.” Vix giggled. “There. I feel good about this, don’t you?”

  “Yup. Should we let the boys know we’ve solved our issues like women, by communicating in actual words and not breaking things?” Sawyer sucked in a sharp breath as Vix started kissing her neck. “Also, I’m totally gonna borrow that book.”

  “Okay, but do you think we should let this locked-door room go to waste?” Vix wriggled on top of her. “I was thinking more along the lines of indulging in the time-honored tradition of makeup sex on a sketchy couch.”

  “I was on board until you mentioned the state of the couch,” Sawyer said, and Vix’s laugh was music to her ears.

  Not long after, Sawyer was lying lengthwise on the couch, head on the armrest and her hair falling behind her, her fingers grasping at Vix’s uneven pigtails as she gasped and writhed in pleasure. Her dress was pulled up and her panties on the floor, a topless Vix lying between her legs and licking her cunt with enthusiasm. She was close, almost there—

  The door opened.

  “Um—” Jeff cleared his throat.

  Vix lifted her head. “Say this is hot and I’ll break your guitar, Jeff.”

  Sawyer—who had squeaked and drawn her knees up instinctively—started giggling uncontrollably as she heard Jeff say, “They made up. Or they’re making up. Vix, you want, what, ten minutes?”

  “Twenty,” said Sawyer. “Ten for me, ten for Vix.”

  “Ten?” Jeff snorted. “I’d love to know how you do that.”

  “Jeff!”

  “Right, sorry. My apologies, ladies.” Jeff was laughing as he closed the door.

  Vix buried her face in Sawyer’s stomach. “Sorry. God. I probably should have figured that would happen, they literally have no patience.”

  Sawyer wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed, amused, or kind of turned on. Maybe all three. What she knew for sure was it didn’t take her ten minutes, and the only reason it took ten for Vix was because she came twice.

  Nothing had changed. There was still an end in sight to the tour. But with a new understanding between them, Sawyer was determined to let herself have this summer in all its wild, messy-haired glory. The rest of it could wait.

  The weather in San Diego was so gorgeous, Vix and Sawyer went for a long walk before that night’s show at the Soda Bar. They ended up at a sex shop sort of by accident, but had fun meandering around and looking at all the various toys. The place was near the university, so it was full of helpful people who offered assistance if needed and let them wander as they would. They spent some time perusing the vibrators and pretty, intricate glass dildos before arriving at the strap-on section. It featured realistic cocks and a variety of harnesses.

  “So you ladies know, we’re having a sale on those,” the saleswoman said. “A good one too. Thirty percent off the Feeldoes.”

  Next to her, Sawyer snorted. She cleared her throat and a faint blush touched her skin. “Sorry! Sorry. It’s that name.”

  “It seems like it’s really good quality, though.” Vix pointed to one. It was a nice-sized cock, with the veins and everything. “What’s that little . . . pod thing?”

  Sawyer leaned in close. “That’s where the alien babies come from,” she fake-whispered.

  That got a laugh from Vix and the shopkeeper, who nevertheless explained what it was and how it was supposed to keep the dildo snugly inside whoever was wearing it. “It vibrates too,” said the shopkeeper. “My girlfriend and I love this thing.”

  Well, that was a ringing endorsement right there, wasn’t it? Sawyer picked up one of the packages and eyed Vix thoughtfully. “I should get this. It’s like an investment, right?”

  “Um.” Vix raised both eyebrows at her. “Are you going to collect dildos?”

  “Well, everyone needs a hobby,” Sawyer said, which made Vix want to kiss her. “But I mean, an investment in my lesbian lifestyle.” She smiled at the woman helping them. “I’m new to all of this, can you tell?”

  The shopkeeper giggled. “That’s amazing. In fact, I’ll give you a twenty percent discount on all your purchases today, how’s that?”

  “Thank you,” Sawyer enthused.

  “Anything for a newbie,” said the saleslady, and they fist-bumped. Vix shook her head fondly.

  Sawyer bought the Feeldoe after an in-depth discussion with the shopkeeper—named Carin—and a harness, since Carin explained it could sometimes be difficult to keep the dildo inserted for proper use. Carin also helpfully showed Sawyer how to set the whole thing up after she bought it, and Vix was tempted to respond to Jeff’s Hey, where are you? text with a picture of Sawyer with a strap-on harness over her hiked-up dress, a fake cock protruding from the center.

  Shopping, she sent back. Nothing you’d like.

  The idea of Sawyer fucking her with the strap-on was a nice one, and she loved how excited Sawyer was at the prospect of doing it.

  “What are you giggling at?” Sawyer sipped her bubble tea as they headed back toward the venue.

  “How you can drink that stuff.” Vix shuddered, watching the tapioca balls move up the straw as Sawyer sucked. “Those tapioca things taste like slugs.”

  “Your face tastes like a slug,” Sawyer responded pertly, then leaned over and kissed Vix, right there on the street.

  “Hell yeah,” a guy said, from somewhere behind them.

  “Not doing it for you,” Vix retorte
d with a glare over her shoulder.

  The guy—some college kid—smirked. “I don’t give a shit why you’re doing it. Keep it up.”

  Vix and Sawyer exchanged a look, rolled their eyes, and then decided to cross the street. The guy wolf-whistled at them but didn’t follow.

  “I guess that’s better than people yelling mean things at us,” said Sawyer. She stopped to throw away the rest of her disgusting bubble drink.

  “It’s still annoying.” Vix huffed. “Like we’re performing for their entertainment.”

  “Well.” Sawyer giggled. “I mean, we do that every night, almost. On stage.”

  “We play music,” Vix reminded her. She gestured at the bag. “I don’t think fucking me on stage with a Feeldoe is what the crowd is signing up for tonight.”

  “No? Bummer. I was gonna suggest that for the encore.” Sawyer gave a little hip thrust and pulled her arms back and forth.

  “You are so ridiculous.” Vix reached out to take Sawyer’s hand, free now from the drink cup. “But hot.”

  “I try,” said Sawyer, and squeezed her hand.

  Vix wouldn’t say she was distracted during the show by the evening’s postshow plans, but the anticipation was there the whole time. The show was great, high-energy with a wonderful crowd—including Carin from the shop, who Vix had put on the guest list—and she was so happy to have things back to the way they were before their misunderstanding.

  So what if she started thinking about the last show of the tour with a mixture of dread and sadness? It was still ages away, and besides. She and Sawyer had an understanding, now. They also had plans for the evening, which had the boys rolling their eyes as they packed up the van, and opted to get an Uber to the hotel instead of staying in the trendy area and hitting any of the other bars.

  They made out in the Uber, and when they pulled into the parking lot, Sawyer said to the driver, “You’re not going to make a comment about how that was hot, are you?”

  “This isn’t Taxicab Confessions,” the driver said. He sounded bored. “And, lady, you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve seen.”

  “I guess the only way we could have impressed him was to actually use that Feeldoe,” Vix said, once they were in the room. She giggled. “Unimpressed Uber Driver would be a good song lyric. Or a title.”

  Vix dropped her stuff and searched for a pen, until Sawyer wordlessly handed her one of the pens imprinted with the hotel logo. “Ah. Thanks.” She scribbled that in her notebook, and they went about their usual routine of taking long, satisfying showers and enjoying the space and the unlimited supply of hot water. Vix should probably have taken the opportunity to use the Manic Panic in her bag and re-dye her hair, but whatever. That could wait. She was way more interested in what Sawyer had in her bag than she was in beauty products.

  They made out on the bed for a while, all shower-soft skin and damp hair. Vix took her time going down on Sawyer, backing off when she felt Sawyer start to hold her breath, a sure sign she was close.

  “Mean,” Sawyer panted, glaring down at her. She drew her fingers through Vix’s hair and frowned. “How do you manage to have messy hair when it’s wet?”

  “Talent.” Vix licked up and down Sawyer’s slit. “You taste really good. Have I told you that?”

  “Mmm,” Sawyer answered, writhing a bit as Vix started flicking her tongue rapidly against Sawyer’s clit. “I— Ah, yes? Maybe. I think so.”

  Vix smiled, then set about making Sawyer come. It didn’t take long, and she loved the way Sawyer’s body trembled, the sound of her catching her breath after her orgasm. She herself liked to get off two or three times in a row, but Sawyer was oversensitive and needed a bit of recovery time.

  Which was perfect. Vix climbed up the bed and kissed Sawyer. She liked knowing Sawyer could taste herself on Vix’s lips, and she enjoyed the way she could still feel Sawyer panting for breath. Then she flopped back on the bed, clad in nothing but a pair of black panties, and started rubbing herself through the fabric. Sawyer turned her head, face flushed and sweat-damp but her breathing under control. “You’re so hot. I love watching you.” She reached down and grabbed Vix’s wrist. “Do it beneath your underwear.”

  “You are so bossy.” Vix obligingly slid her hand beneath the fabric and shivered in pleasure as she touched herself. “Luckily, I think that’s a great idea so I’m willing to do what you want.”

  “You’re so good to me.” Sawyer sat up, watching Vix as she stroked herself. “I like the way your hand looks moving under the fabric. It’s super hot.”

  “You’ve gotten really good at dirty talk,” Vix told her breathlessly.

  “That’s because I’m fucking a musician, duh.”

  “Not fucking quite yet.” Vix gave a pointed look over at the other bed, on which was strewn clothes, toiletries, and a sex toy. “Ahem.”

  “I was making sure you were ready,” Sawyer informed her, leaning down and kissing her. Her hair, still damp and unbraided, fell all around Vix’s face.

  Super 8 shampoo will always make me think of you. She thought about getting up to write that in her lyric notebook, but somehow, she didn’t think she’d forget it anytime soon. She reached up and tucked some hair behind Sawyer’s ear, which of course fell immediately back around her face. “I’m ready, trust me. I’ve been ready since I saw you wearing that strap-on over your bunched-up dress, and that was honestly more funny than sexy.”

  Sawyer rolled her eyes, kissed her again, and then moved back. She pulled the elastic hair tie from her wrist and braided her hair in quick, sure motions. Vix kept rubbing her clit beneath her panties. “Great, now I’m going to want to get off whenever I watch YouTube hair videos.”

  “You watch YouTube hair videos?” Sawyer picked up the harness and the dildo. “You’re not watching the right ones, babe, or I think your hair would be a lot less of a tangly mess.” Before Vix could say anything—which, yeah, fine, Sawyer was right—Sawyer sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and pressed two fingers inside herself.

  Vix’s hand stilled at how delightfully dirty a sight that was. “You’re watching videos, Miss Bell, but they’re not about hair.”

  “I’m checking to see if I need lube to put the alien pod in,” said Sawyer.

  “You must be watching those videos on mute, because the things you say. Maybe I spoke too soon about the dirty talk.” Vix watched as Sawyer stepped into the straps of the harness, then wriggled around a bit and started pressing the egg-shaped appendage of the Feeldoe inside herself.

  “I don’t know if this will stay in, but it’s . . . it’s okay.”

  “Ringing endorsement. They should put that on the package,” said Vix. “Bring the lube, though, I might need some. That’s a pretty big cock. And you were saying weird, unsexy things about alien pods.”

  Sawyer stood up with the Feeldoe protruding from the straps of the harness. She caught sight of herself in the hotel mirror and turned away, showing Vix her perfect ass framed by the straps as she examined herself. “Wow. This looks a lot different than it did in the store.”

  “Mmm,” said Vix. “This is definitely more sexy than silly.”

  Sawyer turned sideways, running her hand up and down the fake cock. “Huh.”

  Sawyer gave the curved dildo another stroke. “I forgot to make it vibrate. Oh well.” She opened the lube and squirted some into her hand, then started fisting the Feeldoe with slick fingers. Sawyer experimentally thrust her hips forward as she twisted her hand over the head of the fake cock.

  Vix was both amused and turned on by Sawyer’s unabashed glee in her new toy.

  Vix had a sinking feeling that the thing that was going to make her fall for Sawyer Bell was not how gorgeous she was, not the way she looked onstage playing the violin, or even kneeling between Vix’s legs, naked with a dildo affixed on a harness. It was the way she made jokes while she did that, how she could make Vix laugh with her wicked sense of humor and sharp wit.

  “You okay?” Sawyer asked, w
hile Vix felt her heart start to speed up as she realized maybe going to fall wasn’t quite right. Maybe she’d already done it. How many of those highway lyrics were about Sawyer?

  Oh, Jesus. Vix nodded, distracting Sawyer by rubbing herself between her legs. “Yeah. You look hot like that.” She reached one hand up and played with her own nipple, tweaking it lightly.

  “You look hot like that,” Sawyer responded. She studied Vix. “How do I— I mean, how do you want it?” She blushed prettily, her hands coming up to press against her cheeks. “That sounds dumb, doesn’t it? Also, ew, now I have lube on my face.”

  Yeah. There was no going to fall, not anymore. Vix flipped over on her hands and knees. Sex. Just think about sex, Vix. “I like it this way. Super dirty.”

  “Okay, cool,” said Sawyer, as if they were discussing stage directions. “Wait, could you . . .?”

  Despite momentarily being overwhelmed by her feelings, Vix had to grin. “You totally want to watch yourself in the mirror, huh?”

  “Guilty,” Sawyer said, cheerfully. “What are you giggling about?”

  How cute you’re being right now. “Nothing, promise.” Vix obediently arranged herself on her hands and knees, and she had to admit the view in the mirror was hot as hell.

  “Um, so . . .” Sawyer wriggled around behind her. “Slight problem.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Literally you being slight,” said Sawyer. “Height difference.”

  “Oh.” Vix thought about that. “Here, give me a pillow I can kneel on.”

  Except that it was the Super 8, so the pillow was mostly the consistency of toast and went flat after two seconds of Vix kneeling on it. “Maybe I need another pillow. This isn’t the Hilton.”

  It took a few adjustments to get themselves in position, but they managed it eventually. Sawyer nudged the tip of the dildo against Vix’s cunt, pressing slightly. “Does this hurt?”

  “No, because you’re barely doing anything.” Vix glanced up at her. “Go on, fuck me.”

  Sawyer bit her bottom lip. “I’m having performance anxiety.”