Bear jumped into the next tune with, “I believe a change is gonna come in this town.”
Jodi sang along with them, “You gotta rock the night, child, you know you gotta have some fun.”
Blind Owl picked up his guitar to start the next song, then sang, “I have to put on my boogie shoes.” Blue, Jodi, and the entire crowd danced to the upbeat music.
Bear blew a tune on the harmonica as Blind Owl strummed and sang, “Out in the rain and snow. I didn’t have no payroll, not even no place to go.”
The ground trembled with the crowd’s cheers when Canned Heat finished.
Blue flashed Jodi a grin that shot a surge of heat through her. He grabbed her hand, raised it high, twirled her, then swung her into his arms. He swooped his moist, firm mouth down to hers. His lips explored hers in a deep kiss. She moaned as he forced her lips open with a thrust of his tongue and stroked her mouth. Blue reluctantly eased out of the kiss as Mountain took the stage.
The mountain of a man, Leslie West with his thick, bushy hair, a red bandana tied around his neck, wearing a white leather vest with long fringe, strummed his guitar¸ then paused, and yelled out to the crowd, “You got that?”
Jodi, Blue, and the rest of the audience shouted, “Yes.”
He yelled, “Louder.”
When they yelled back, Leslie West called out, “Then clap your hands to what he’s doing.”
Jodi clapped as hard as she could to the music as she danced with Blue.
The band sang, “Hey, long red, helpin’ you to find a day. Bright red, how am I gonna find a way?”
Shivers ran up her spine as Jodi listened to one of the sweetest, most moving rock tunes she’d ever heard as Mountain performed the song, For Yasgur’s Farm.
Leslie West sang out, “You’re a part of me, I’m a part of you.”
Jodi danced with Blue as Lesley’s lightning-fast fingers blasted a loud, sweet tune from his guitar that lifted everyone as he sang, “My baby’s out of sight.”
Jodi didn’t mind the rain, it made her seem one with nature, which was what the festival was all about. One with the land, one with the music, one with other people. She gazed at Blue as she thought, Could he be my one?
The crowd roared as the next act took the stage.
Jodi leaned her head toward Blue. “Janis Joplin, she’s my favorite.” She was so excited, she felt little bubbles had popped inside her.
Wearing a glittery sequined bell-sleeved blouse, Janis asked, “How are y’all doing out there? Are you all stoned, have enough water, have a place to sleep and everything?” Countless numbers of people yelled out, “Yes.”
Jodi surprised herself when she yelled out, “I love you Janis.”
Janis Joplin’s emotion-brimmed, raspy voice rippled with the lyrics, “Can I show you how hard it is?”
Jodi swayed to and fro as Janis’s voice vibrated with, “Come on, come on, come on and take it.” Her strong and intense performance pulled Jodi in. Her voice wasn’t pretty, it was rough like the beat of a drum or a brass horn, and it called to Jodi’s soul. As Jodi rocked her body almost violently to the beat, she felt she was flinging out some of her pain. She sang along, “Take a little piece of my heart now, baby.”
Jodi jerked and shook her body as Janis belted out, “Cos you never...never...never hear me when I cry out at night.”
The music consumed Jodi, she flowed into it as Janis sang, “I want to try just a little bit harder so I won’t lose, lose, lose to anyone else.”
When Janis finished her set, Jodi clapped till her palms stung.
Strobe lights hit the audience as Sly & the Family Stone walked on in white leather fringed jackets. Sly called out, “We’re going to sing a song together, to let it all hang down.”
The blare of brass instruments and electric guitars blew Jodi away as Sly belted out¸ “Gotta get higher.” The long fringe swung back and forth from Sly’s leather jacket as he jumped up and down singing, “Baby, baby, baby, take you higher.”
Jodi and everyone joined in on, “higher,” and threw the peace sign up. Giving in to the pounding rhythm, she jumped with Blue, up and down, as they sang along, “I want to want to want.”
Jodi gazed into Blue’s eyes as he flashed a wide grin at her and sang, “Boom lacka lack boom boom.”
After five encores, Sly’s performance ended and the Grateful Dead took the stage as the rain came down, singing, “Mama tried, that leaves only me to blame, but Mama tried.”
The softness and warmth the band lent to the songs filled Jodi with a sunny feeling in the dark, rainy night.
Sunshine wrapped one arm around Ziggy’s shoulder and one around Jodi’s, who rolled her arm around Blue, then they swayed back and forth, singing, “Having a hard time living the good life.”
Jodi, Blue, Ziggy, and Sunshine rocked to and fro as the Grateful Dead sang “The wheels are muddy. Got a ton of hay.”
In the cold downpour, Blue pulled Jodi into the circle of his arms and pressed his warm lips against hers. A jolt of fire shot through her.
Blue caressed her mouth with his as the Grateful Dead sang, “All I need is your love.”
The music, the pounding rain, the firm, warm feel of Blue’s lips and arms as he held and kissed her savagely, engulfed her senses like a haze of colors blending together.
Two drummers banged out a mind-melting rhythm and in a soft yet strong tone, Jerry Garcia sang. “Shine on me, shine on me, come on please, come on please. Yeah, yeah, shine on me, Baby. “
Blue eased from the embrace, only to move behind Jodi and wrap his warm arms around her as she pressed against his chest. She tilted her head back and their wet lips touched in a deep, lingering kiss in the falling rain.
The Grateful Dead departed the stage and the crowd cheered for Credence Clearwater Revival. The bearded drummer in his Mickey Mouse T-shirt and John Fogerty on guitar, in a blue shirt and brown leather vest, banged out and strummed a chug, chug, chug rhythm of a train engine. Jodi, Blue, Sunshine, Ziggy and the whole crowd jumped on board for the ride.
The full steam rumble took Jodi on down to New Orleans as John Fogerty belted out, “Born on the Bayou.” His mellow blues voice sounded like his throat was full of smoke and it seemed to trail from his mouth across the sky, up to the glowing moon.
The sound of Born on the Bayou, Bad Moon Rising, and Proud Mary shook and rattled her body, and she and Blue shook and rattled with it as they danced uninhibited. Credence’s last song, Keep On Chooglin, reminded Jodi of the way she bobbed her head to say yes. Her entire body wanted to bob like that. As if she was saying yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah while John Fogerty sang, “Keep on chooglin, keep on chooglin, keep on cooling keep on chooglin, baby.”
“I’m digging the harmonica,” Blue said as he danced with her.
The ride came to an end and the crowd roared like thunder.
Jodi noticed how dark it was, yet time didn’t seem to matter.
“Look it’s The Who.” Blue pointed to the stage.
When Pete Townsend strummed the guitar, Jodi felt reckless and free. The Who was a spinning Ferris wheel, with bright neon lights, and little booths rocking to and fro, full of people squealing with laughter as they rode higher and higher.
Jodi sang out with the rest of the crowd, “Sharp laser beam pinball.” Then a strange man came on stage. She asked Blue, “Who is the guy with the bushy hair who just grabbed the mike from Townsend, talking about rotting in prison?”
Ziggy pointed to the stage. “Abbie Hoffman’s come up there to rap to the crowd about John Sinclair, leader of the White Panthers.”
Jodi looked over at Pete Townsend as he yelled, “Get off, get off my fucking stage.” He bashed Abbie Hoffman with his guitar.
The audience roared as Abbie Hoffman jumped into the press pit, headed into the crowd, a
nd kept going.
“That wasn’t cool,” Jodi whispered to Blue.
“They’re stoned.” Blue laughed.
“It’s okay, they’re going to play again now.” Ziggy nodded as the band began their next song.
As Roger Daltrey sang, “See me, feel me,” his sweet, compelling voice touched her mind.
“I see you,” Jodi sang aloud.
The sound revved up as Daltrey sang, “Listening to you.”
A voice in Jodi’s head resounded with shake, shake, shake; jump, jump, jump as she danced with Blue.
Daltrey and Townsend leapt into the air and the music hit Jodi in the face as they sang, “I’m going to raise a fuss, I’m going to raise a holler.”
The music made Jodi feel like a popping jack–in-the-box. She jerked her body in hard movements, dancing to the loud, fun, blast of song.
As Keith Moon beat the drums in a fast, kicking rhythm, Roger Daltrey sang, “There ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues.”
At the close of The Who’s set, Jodi flung her arms around Blue’s neck. He clung to her waist and a light smoldered in his eyes as he tilted his head down. Blue’s moist, soft lips captured hers. His kiss sang through her veins as she drank in the warmth of his lips.
When Blue ended the kiss, in a hoarse, sensuous tone he whispered, “Jodi, crash with me at the hog farm camp. I’m not asking you to sleep with me, you can but,” he laughed, “or you can sleep in one of the women’s tents. It would give me a chance to show you around.” He glanced down almost shyly at the ground. “I have something to ask you. It’s private.”
She gulped. “I don’t know.” Jodi wanted to go with Blue, but she didn’t know anything about him. She glanced at Sunshine with the silent question in her eyes, What do you think?
“You’re welcome to crash with us, you know that. You’re sleeping-roll is in our tent.” Sunshine patted her on the shoulder. “It’s up to you, Jodi.”
Blue held out his hand to Jodi and she reached out and clutched it. “I’ll come with you to the hog farm camp,” Jodi managed to answer over her pounding heart.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Sunshine asked.
“You cool with this, Jodi?” Ziggy’s eyebrows arched.
“Yes.” She smiled at her friends and then turned her head toward Blue. Leaning up, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her mouth to his hot, wet lips.
Gently, she eased out of the kiss. She’d completely forgotten about Ziggy and Sunshine. All her thoughts were of Blue as she gazed into his eyes.
She dropped her embrace. He slid one arm around her shoulder and she walked away with him.
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As they glided past the stage and turned left down to the Hog Farm camp, Blue pointed to the sky. “The moon.”
Jodi peered up at the glowing orb, so beautiful with a hazy dreaminess from the clouds. “So magical.”
“Did you watch it on TV last week?” Blue asked.
“Yes, after I watched Neil Armstrong, I went outside and gazed at the moon. It was so cool to know men were really up there as I looked at it. I can barely believe it.”
“The Age of Aquarius. Magic,” Blue said.
He shone his flashlight on a white tepee. “That’s my pad. Want to come inside?”
“Yeah, I do.” Jodi crawled inside and was struck with surprise at the impressive, soft Navaho rugs in a rainbow of earth tones covering the grass.
“Welcome to my home. Have a seat.”
Jodi plopped down on a large cushioned pillow.
“I’ve got a thermos of herbal tea, would you like some?” He handed it to her.
“Thanks.” She unscrewed the plastic cup on top and poured it full.
Blue stood. “Do you mind if I change out of my wet jeans?”
She nibbled on her lower lip as she shook her head.
Blue turned so his back faced her.
Jodi stole a sideways glimpse at his shapely muscular thighs and the bulk and shape of his erection as he shed his bell bottom jeans. She watched him pull on some cut-offs that fell above his knees.
“Okay,” he said as he turned, facing her.
Jodi admired his chest, bare except for a strand of love beads hanging from his neck.
“Nice beads.” She took a sip of the gentle yet tangy tea. “Who made them for you?”
“A girl at the Hog Farm made them and gave one to all the members.” He sat on a plump cushion beside her. Blue picked up the open thermos and took a swig of herbal tea.
Good, Jodi thought, they hadn’t come from a girlfriend. She hoped he wasn’t with anyone. “I’ve never lived at a commune. I haven’t even seen one before.”
Blue’s deep chuckle rang through the tepee. “Most people haven’t. You would like it, though. Lots of people coming together, getting along, working for good causes.”
“Sounds wonderful.” She took a long gulp from the shallow red thermos-cup.
“Like living in Nirvana, but not quite. I get lonely.” He held out the plastic thermos to her, offering her more.
Jodi shook her head, and having finished her tea she screwed the red top back on the thermos. “Lonely―with all those people?” She couldn’t keep the amusement from her voice, she thought he was kidding.
“I mean, I’d like to have a deeper friendship, one on one, with a companion.” He paused and in an uneven tone, as if muted with lust, he whispered, “A soul mate.”
“That’s heavy and beautiful.”
“So are you.” A seductive light shone in Blue’s eyes. “If you want to change into something dry, I’ve got a t-shirt you can wear. It’s big. It’ll cover all of you.”
She laughed. “Okay then.” She leaned closer to him. “Close your eyes.”
As he did so, she peeled off her shirt and jeans and laid them out flat on the rug to dry. She grabbed a baggy tie-died t-shirt from the backpack he’d pointed to and slipped it on.
Blue fluttered his eyes open. “Beautiful.” A row of white teeth shone as he grinned. “Do you like the guitar?”
“Yeah, that’s right, you promised you’d play for me.”
Blue picked it up and cradled it on his lap. “I know that Tim Hardin tune he sang on Friday. Did you hear it?”
“No, I got to the stage about the time Arlo Guthrie came on.”
“I think you’ll dig it, the song’s got a sweet groove.” Blue’s long fingers danced on the neck of the guitar as he strummed the strings with his other hand.
Jodi’s thoughts stilled as Blue sang, “Love me only.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, she just felt wrapped in warmth as he crooned, “Would you love me anyway, would you have my baby?”
Spirals of heat swirled in and around her. This was the only place she wanted to be, in this teepee in the rain.
Blue sang out in his course voice, raw with emotion, “Save my love from loneliness.” As he sang the next words. “Save my love from sorrow.” Every pore of her body tingled. Blue’s eyes burned into her soul, as his long fingers stroked the strings and fondled the frets of his guitar while he sang the next lyrics, “I give you my only-ness. Give me your tomorrows.”
As he sang those words to her, she realized this was the man she wanted to be with above all others, this hippie guitar player, her Blue.
When he set the guitar down, she slid into its place, sitting on his lap. His hand held her body as he had held the curvaceous musical instrument but a moment before. He tilted his head down until their lips met. His mouth covered hers in a hard kiss. Twisting his lips against hers, he ravished her mouth, then forced her lips open with the thrust of his tongue. As he flicked his tongue in and out, Jodi quivered with need. She moaned as Blue slipped his hand down the neck of her baggy t-shirt and cupped her breas
t. His lips played havoc with her mouth as his hand squeezed her plump breast. Her nipple tightened beneath his palm. Blue’s hands felt hot to her flesh.
He eased his lips and hands off her and rasped, “Jodi, I know we just met, but you have to live for today. So I need to ask you now, today, will you be my lady?” He slipped the love beads from around his neck and onto hers.
The core of her body tingled and blazed. “Yes, tonight I’ll be your lady and you’ll be my man.”
“Groovy.” Blue slipped his hands to the neckline of her t-shirt and yanked it off over her head.
Nude except for the wooden love beads hanging above the valley of her breasts, he gathered her into his arms. The rigid peaks of her breasts rubbed against the rough whorls of hair on his firm chest. She raked her teeth over her lower lip at the delicious sensation. Jodi spread her fingers and ran her hands down Blue’s back, in a crawling motion, like two silky spiders. The rain began again and the hypnotic tapping on the tepee and the heat of Blue’s body against hers lulled Jodi into a mindless state of pleasure.
She stretched out on the sleeping-roll before Blue’s piercing gaze, as he tore off his cutoffs. As she ran her eyes up and down the length of his thick cock, hanging like ripe fruit, firm and large, her legs parted. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded. She’d never been with a man before but she wanted this one. She wanted Blue so bad and she wanted him now.
He knelt at Jodi’s side then lay beside her, propped up on his elbow. Blue lowered his lips to hers and traced their fullness with his pliable tongue. Reaching behind him, Jodi glided her hand down his smooth back, then folded her arms around him and pulled him on top of her.
Trembling with a burning need, she returned his kiss, licking his lips with her tongue and tugging on them with her teeth. She arched her back toward him as she felt moisture pool between her legs. He plunged his tongue between her parted lips and flicked it in and out, stroking her mouth as the tension and the need in her, built until she wanted to scream.
Blue drew his mouth from hers and whispered, “My lady, Jodi, do you want this?”
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