He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Let’s get back, my lady, the music will start soon.”
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Arm in arm, they moved through the crowd until they found a place to plop down.
Country Joe grabbed the mike. “We want to give you a little taste of what we call rock and soul music.” He sang out, “Sock it to you, Sock it to you, sock it to you. Your love is like a rainbow.” Vibrant and fast, the music throbbed through the air.
Then the whole band sang, “Mar…i…juan...a.”
Jodi and Blue stood and danced to the beat as the guitarist, Barry Melton, belted out, “I’ve got love out here in the rain at Woodstock, baby.”
Blue pulled Jodi into his arms and pressed his mouth hard against hers. She returned the demanding kiss. When she raised her mouth from his, Jodi noticed Ten Years After had taken the stage, and Alvin Lee with his blonde shag haircut sang, “Good morning little school girl.” His fast fingers had the guitar singing. Everyone danced as the guitar riff vibrated through the air. Alvin Lee belted out, “I love you baby, you know I do.”
Jodi danced hard, jumping up and down as she sang along, “I go home to my baby.”
Blue sang to her, “I’m going home with my baby to the hog farm.” He picked Jodi up in his arms and swung her around as Ten Years After played on.
The crowd’s applause shook the ground as their set ended.
Next The Band played. The drummer pounded a stirring beat and Levon Helm strummed the mandolin as he sang, “Ain’t no more cane on the Brazo. Oh, oh, oh, oh, it’s all been ground down to molasses.”
Jodi and Blue danced in the dark, singing along with The Band, “...tears of rage, tears of grief, we’re so alone and life is brief.”
Jodi shook her head to and fro, swung her arms up and down, twisting her hips as The Band sang, “Baby don’t you do it.”
As Blue danced with Jodi, she sang along, “Don’t you break my heart.” As the guitar riff cut loose, Jodi jerked her body to the awesome sound.
The Band finished their set and a man grabbed the mike and announced, “And now welcome Blood Sweat and Tears.”
The lead singer in his leather, fringed black jacket sang, “More and more all the time.”
Jodi shook her hips to the music as Blood, Sweat, and Tears sang, “I love you baby...more than you’ll ever know.”
Jodi spun to the next song, singing, “The colors that are real.”
The crowd thundered with applause at the end of the set and cheered as Johnny Winters came on. His smoky voice blasted through the air, “Mama, talk to your daughter. Mama, talk to your daughter. Oh yeah, talk to your daughter for me.” His long, limp white hair swayed, even across his face, as he rocked his body to and fro and his fingers danced across the guitar strings and frets. In his hands, the electric guitar vibrated, swayed, danced, and rocked.
Jodi shook her whole body as Johnny Winters’s sang, “Six feet underground.”
His hair was as white as the moon. When he played his guitar, it was as if he was the moon breaking free, floating above, high in the sky, shining on Jodi.
Johnny Winters’s long hair swayed to and fro as he rasped out, “My father done told me. My mother done told me too.”
Jodi danced to the crying, moaning sound of the guitar as he wailed along with the notes, singing, “Move on down.”
She clapped along with Blue and the crowd when the next band, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, walked onto the stage and said, “You people have got to be the strongest bunch of people we ever saw. Three days, man, three days.”
Their mix of melodic folk and blaring rhythmic rock charged her as they sang, “I am yours, you are mine.” In their tear-jerking harmony, they gave voice to the lyrics, “You make it haaard. Haaard. You make it haaard.”
Jodi reached up and wrapped her arms around Blue’s brawn shoulders and pressed her lips against his.
Blue’s kiss sung in her veins as the band sang out, “You are free.”
As his lips tugged at hers, she ran her palms down the plane of his bare back while Crosby, Stills Nash and Young sang, “Be my lady.”
Blue thrust his tongue between her parted lips. She mewed as her tongue tangled in his while the band sang lyrics in Spanish. Then Blue flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth.
When the kiss ended, Jodi and Blue danced, letting the music move them, as Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young sang loud and strong, “You know sooner or later you got to hear what the people say. Something’s going on around here.” They sang with all their heart and soul. “You got to speak your mind if you can.” They sang from beyond the mouth and tongue and lungs, from deep within.
The music released Jodi’s emotions―set them free. She screamed out her pain, screamed out her new freedom. No more foster homes. Now she was on her own, discovering herself, her true spirit, finding Jodi.
The audience rewarded Crosby, Stills Nash and Young with thundering applauds and then the Paul Butterfield Blues Band took the stage. Their brass instruments rang out as the band sang, “Baby, I’m just drifting and drifting like a ship out at sea.”
Jodi grooved to the soulful sound of the harmonica and the electric guitars as the two instruments sang to each other, while the singer belted out, “Baby, I didn’t even know your name.”
When the Paul Butterfield Blues Band ended their set, Jodi looked around her. It was no longer dark, they had moved into the next day, Monday morning. She noticed the field had far less people than when they first sat down. Though the area around the stage was still crowded, the slope of the hill was muddy, trash-strewn, and nearly empty.
Day Four
Jodi looked sideways at Blue and giggled as he burst out laughing as Sha Na Na traipsed on stage in gold greaser jackets, singing the lyrics, “Let’s go to the hop.”
“These guys,” he whispered to Jodi as the lead singer dropped to his knees and crooned. “They‘ve taken you away.”
He could listen to Jodi’s giggles all day. The tinkling sound was like a song. She had said yes. He felt seared by an inner blaze, as he thought about riding home on the road hog bus with his arm draped around her slender shoulders, as he kissed her tender lips. Her contagious laughter increased and he chuckled along with her, at Sha Na Na’s rendition of Teen Angel.
She whispered in his ear. “That woke me up.”
His body tingled as her warm breath fanned his face.
“Yeah, it’s good they did, Hendrix’s next and we don’t want to miss that.” After thinking of her shoulders and lips, Blue’s eyes feasted on her creamy neck. He brushed his gaze down the strand of love beads he’d given her, where they hung against her jutting breasts. The sight of her nipples pressing against the white and black-striped fabric of her blouse, fired the ache between his legs.
He clapped with her and the entire crowd as a man at the mike announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, the Jimi Hendrix experience.”
Jodi leaned against Blue as Jimi Hendrix, with a pink headband wrapped around his afro, took the stage, dressed in a white beaded and fringed leather shirt and faded jeans.
Blue pushed his hair out of his eyes as he danced with Jodi while Hendrix sang, “Hey Joe, hey Joe.” Jodi’s oval face, though quite ordinary, captivated him because of her one notable feature―her eyes. Not so much the shape or color, it was what they seemed to hold which fascinated him. Clear and observant, full of both pain and warmth, her eyes pleaded for friendship.
Blue watched Jodi’s pale face brighten with excitement and her long, golden hair sway with her graceful body as she danced to the flowing vibration of sound as Hendrix belted out, “I’ve got a message of love.” Blue could feel the riff inside him, shaking, swirling, and turning him upside down.
As enchanting as he found Jodi, Hendrix’s music also mesmerized Blue. Strum wasn’t the word for the way he play
ed the Fender Strat. He brought it to life as he sang out, “Listen here baby, stop acting so damn crazy.” On the next song, Hendrix sang out, “Lord there’s a red house over yonder. Oh, that’s where my baby stays.”
Blue roared with the rest of the crowd at the psychedelic music Hendrix’s magic fingers conjured as he sang, “Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”
“Blows my mind,” Blue said to Jodi in a tone of awe and wonderment, speaking more about her than Jimi Hendrix.
As Blue sang along with Hendrix’s Foxy Lady, his mind was in a haze floating with the music, while his eyes were held in thrall by Jodi’s lithe body moving freely―bouncing, jiggling, dancing her heart out.
Blue clapped with Jodi as Jimi Hendrix picked the strings and worked the frets as he played the Star Spangled Banner. In his hands, the inanimate object, the sleek, white electric Stratocaster came to life, with jolts of electricity like Frankenstein’s monster. This was no confused, lonely monster Hendrix created, it was raw, spiritual beauty. The notes were the Star Spangled Banner mixed with truth and distortion, fear and hope, chaos and order, all fighting each other. It sounded like bombs and guns, screams of pain, and the whirl of army helicopters, all from the strings of his guitar. Blue had never heard the national anthem like this before, the music of freedom fighting to break through prejudices, lies, and cover-ups. Goosebumps prickled on Blue’s arms when Jimi Hendrix laid the guitar on the stage and picked it as he ritually set it on fire, letting hype and lies go up in smoke and flames.
Blue glanced at Jodi and found tears glistening on her pale, oval face.
“It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” she said in an awe-tinged, broken whisper.
Blue gulped. “Heavy.” He gazed only at her.
He slapped his palms together, clapping with Jodi, a long time after Hendrix left the stage. Blue shifted his gaze from Jodi to other Hog Farmers with red bands wrapped around their arms, as they passed white plastic garbage bags out to the crowd, so everyone would fill one up before they left.
Blue wasn’t ready to leave just yet. As he watched Jodi’s pink lips curl into a smile, the pressure in his loins grew intense. “Let’s take a break before we clean up. I can’t leave without skinny dipping in the famous pond.” A knot rose in his throat. “You want to, my lady?”
He noted a sudden spark of mischief in her eyes.
“Yes.” Jodi laughed, then wheeled around and took off at a hard run.
Blue’s pulse jumped with excitement. He chuckled and sprinted after her.
Racing to the pond, she turned her head to glance back and gauge how close he was. Jodi called out, “Last one in is a rotten egg.”
Blue sped up, pushing his legs with all his might, and gained on her. Catching her by surprise from behind, he reached out and grabbed her waist. “Got you.”
Giggles spilled from her mouth. As she arched her back, it pressed tight against his chest. His fingers gathered the fabric at the hem of her sleeveless, striped top and yanked it off over her head. He flung it to the grassy bank as he gazed at the smooth plane of her milky skin.
Blue skimmed his palms down her soft back. Her long, loose hair brushed against his hands as he unzipped her tight blue jeans, hooked his fingers in the waist of them, and slid them down her long, shapely legs. She stepped out of them and he kicked the jeans aside. He took a moment to gaze at her nude body from behind. As his eyes lingered on her firm, rounded bottom, a burning need coiled in him.
He slid his hands up the back of her neck underneath her soft hair and then glided his palms down to the curve of her shoulders. When he turned her around facing him, the sight of her naked body knocked the breath out of him. He panted with hunger as his gaze captured her high-perched, round breasts and the erect nipples. He longed to take them into his mouth and wrap his lips around them. He trailed his gaze to her narrow waist and the indention of her belly button. He lowered his eyes to the triangular patch of hair between her legs.
His cock tightened and swelled. “I want you. Now that I’ve caught you, I get to have you.”
Her full lips curled into a seductive, teasing smile. “Really? We’ll see about that.” She tugged free of his hold, spun around, and scampered into the pond. Both relieved and excited that they were alone here, Blue tore out of his shirt and jeans and chased her into the shallow pool, splashing as he went.
She stood there in the still water like a nymph. His eyes were captured by her firm breasts as she splashed water at him and her laughter rippled through the air.
He stepped up to her and gathered her into his arms, sliding his palms down her back, his hands came to rest on the soft, luscious curve of her ass. His skin burned where her breasts pressed against his chest.
She wrapped her arms around him. Her hands were warm against his back. As his mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss, he bent his knees and dropped down with her into the cool pond, so only their heads and shoulders were above water. He reached underwater and slid his hand up her thigh. Blue stroked the satin smooth flesh of her inner thigh, then swept his hand up to the crevice between her legs. He eased a finger into her tight entrance. It felt hot. Jodi’s moan echoed in his ears. Blue pumped her underwater with his finger as she panted and gasped. He dipped another finger into her. As her muscles clenched around his two fingers, he groaned. His erection ached and his heart beat harder. He swirled his fingers in the juices of her pulsating core. Blue dragged his fingers out of her and rested both of his hands on her slender, wet shoulders. As he knelt on the bottom of the pond, he guided her into a similar position, facing him.
He grinned as he gazed at her broad smile and the flash of even, white teeth. Bare and free, in a pond, in a meadow, giving herself to him, at that moment Blue thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Blue’s hands trembled as he spread her legs further apart and drew her into his arms, pulling her body to his. He rubbed his cock against the outer rim of her pussy. Thrusting his body forward, the hard head of his throbbing cock prodded her entrance. With one fluid motion he plunged into her. His cock dove into the deep liquid heat of her. His balls rubbed against her clit as he pumped her full.
Blue dropped his arm from her shoulders and grabbed a handful of her long hair. He yanked her blonde strands tight as he quickened the pace, driving in and out of her pussy. She whimpered in pleasure. He rammed his cock harder into her. The faster he drove into her, the more his cock burned. He slid his other hand to her hip and clamped his fingers down, digging into her flesh as he reared back and slammed into her. She gasped with the impact of his full force. The tight inner walls of her pussy stretched around his cock as he thrust deeper and higher into her. The urgent ache in his cock rippled hard through his entire body. Desperate for release, he pulled all the way out and stood before her, quivering with need.
Blue reached down, lifted her into the cradle of his arms and carried her to the grassy bank of the pond where he set her on her feet. “I want you on your hands and knees in the grass.”
She went down on all fours and he dropped to his knees in the shallow of the pond, right behind her. With a hand on each of her hips he dug his fingertips into her tender flesh, kneading it. His knees pressed into the shallow, muddy floor of the pond as he pushed the sensitive head of his cock against her pussy from behind. She arched back, rubbing her clit against him. Swinging his hips forward, he sunk his hard, throbbing cock into her.
Embedded in her, he dropped his hand from her hip, reached into the cool water, and scooped up a handful in his palm. He poured it on the round flesh of her ass. She gasped and jerked. A jolt of heat flared in his cock as he watched her bottom wiggle. He brought his hand down in a light slap on one of the wet cheeks so he could see her firm ass jiggle again. He drew his cock all the way out. Her whimper resounded in his ears and he lunged into her pussy, pushing as deep as he could.
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��You’re pussy was made for my dick, Jodi. It feels so fucking good. How do you feel with my cock in you?”
“I feel so good, full and on fire,” Jodi said in a breathy whisper.
“I’m just getting started.” He ground his body into her.
Jodi screamed with pleasure. Her body trembled in an orgasmic spasm.
In a frenzy of heat and joy, Blue felt like he’d soared high in the sky, flying to nirvana. At that moment he exploded in her. His entire body shuddered as his hot seed spilled into her heated core.
Blue dragged his cock out of her drenched pussy. Jodi dropped down on the green grass and he lay down beside her and drew her into his arms as he gazed at the still water of the blue pond with the sunlight glistening on it.
“When we make love, I’m a part of you and you’re part of me. We’re one. I love that. I felt connected to you even when we aren’t getting it on,” Jodi said.
He rose up on his elbows and gazed into her clear eyes. “Because you’re not alone anymore and neither am I. We are one.”
She turned her head toward his. “We are and I’m going to love the hog farm.”
“I do. I feel like part of a family there, part of a community of beautiful people, nudists, naturalists, vegetarians. But still it’s just a place and people. If you don’t like it, Jodi, we can always go somewhere else. We’ll still be together.”
She shifted her body into a seated lotus position. “I’m ready. Let’s get the garbage picked up, then we can get on the road hog and head home.”
About the Author:
Cornelia Amiri has been writing professionally for ten years and the publication of Peace Love Music marks her as the author of a dozen books, including her Celtic/Romances with Eternal Press, filled with magic, hot heroes, and warrior women: A Fine Cauldron of Fish, Queen of Kings, Druid Bride, and The Wolf and the Druidess. She and her cat, Severus, live in Houston, TX as does her wonderful son and granddaughter.
Cornelia loves hearing from her fans, please visit her on her website http://CelticRomanceQueen.com, or email Cornelia at [email protected].
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