PROLOGUE:
I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Life is not perfect and neither is my story, it is dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. it is not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I’m not looking for perfection in my writing, I’m simply purging my mind. Life is short enjoy the ride. I’m Cheryle “Cheri” an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter 30year old bi-sexual woman, 5’2″ 107lbs., with blue eyes and long red hair-💋
Lost Opportunity, my pen name, refers to all those times I missed the signals, failed to take the leap, didn’t recognize or understand what others were feeling/wanting, just didn’t go far enough from my own hang ups and fears. I’ve learned in my thirty years to say yes, to take a chance, make a move, have no regrets, take chances, even if I fail or are rebuffed, even those that don’t work out or even when they hurt how do I know if I don’t try? Life is short enjoy the ride. Let’s go dancing, our bodies moving together, grinding, forming a deep connection between us that is flirtatious, romantic, sensual. Your mouth moving to mine, we kiss, lips meeting for the first time, our tongues intertwined in an thrilling erotic dance. Strolling back down the Riverwalk holding hands under the moonlight stopping to kiss under the Bamberg Bridge. Feels so good, your soft lips, so natural, tingling all over, caught up in our lust & desire, I want more. Join me on a journey of discovery our arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, mouths, tongues exploring each others bodies, pleasure building, tingling, shaking, moaning, laughing in sheer delight. The smell & sounds of our sex filling the room, lust and desire running our minds in a ancient primal dance of love, sex & fun.
Chapter One-The Hideout
Chicago has one of the most exciting music scenes in the country. The birthplace of new influential genres house, modern gospel, Chicago-style blues ECT. A hotbed for new and exciting musical innovations. So it only makes sense that Chicago is one of the best cities to see live music especially in Wicker Park. While there are great venues all over the city, this neighborhood stands out for their dynamic music scene.
The indie spirit lives large in Wicker Park, a haven for artists and musicians since the roaring twenties. You’ll find music venues all around the six corners where North, Milwaukee, and Damen Avenues intersect, where you can see well-known acts or discover some of the latest local talent.
Subterranean is a two-story venue with a cabaret-style stage upstairs and an intimate performance space downstairs. Both floors host live acts almost nightly, from DJs to local musicians to burlesque dancers, open Mic Hip Hop on Tuesdays and Reggae Gold on Wednesdays.
Just a couple doors down, you’ll find a one of a kind venue Chop Shop. The industrial chic building includes a restaurant, bar, butcher shop, and music venue all housed inside a 100-year-old former auto body shop. The concert space includes 20-foot ceilings, exposed brick walls, and a state-of-the-art sound system, making it the perfect spot to catch live shows and maybe grab some house roasted meats on your way out.
On the outskirts of Wicker Park, you’ll find two local gems that are worth the trip outside the heart of the neighborhood. The Hideout is a community bar and venue tucked inside a 100-year-old house on a quiet street. You’ll find live music and events there almost every night of the week, often spilling out into the front lawn. The Empty Bottle is a rarely empty hole in the wall bar that happens to be a musical institution on Chicago’s west side, featuring an eclectic concert schedule with a side of grunge.
I met Michelle there in the Green Room and she introduced me to the others we came together to form a band there was an instant chemistry right from the start. Tammy a tall, twenty-one year old, darked haired vixen, tattooed and always dressed in black, playing bass, Michelle, a twenty-two year old, short blonde with cropped hair, on lead guitar and vocals, Sherry a grad student, twenty-six, playing drums, with purple hair and a nose ring, and me a twenty-four year old red headed short spitfire on lead vocals and rhythm guitar. We called ourselves the aptly named “Lust”, we play at frat parties and college bars around campus, with a small but devoted following.
Chapter Two-The Green Room
In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre, comedy club, music venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas. gaziosmanpaşa escort There is no one accepted theory as to where the term “green room” got its start, but it’s been in used for centuries. A private space where actors, musicians or speakers can go before, during or after a performance to be away from the crowds, these secluded areas have gained a reputation for various shenanigans. They can serve as anything from silent temples of preparation to rowdy dens of ill-repute.
While the origin of the term is perhaps lost to history, one possible explanation dates back to 1599 and the Blackfriars Theater, which offered a room behind the scenes where actors waited to hit the stage. That room was painted green and was even called “the green room,” according to lore. In 1662, London’s Cockpit-in-Court theatre also included a room covered in green material, which may also have sparked the use of the term.
Some theaters have multiple green rooms, demarcated for various bands/performers. Maybe the headliner will have the biggest one, whereas the opening band gets the most cramped. Even in green rooms, there can be a hierarchy.
Often, there are food and drinks in the green room, couches, and posters on the wall. It’s where the night’s producers will find the talent and tell them when there are five minutes to go on. It’s a place to relax without the eyes of audience members glaring. It’s also a place to go after the show to decompress and come down from the high from their performance that just took place.
Most green rooms aren’t actually green, of course, unless you count the less sanitary of the bunch, where mold might be a factor. In fact, there’s little that these spaces have in common. For musicians, there’s an eternal element of surprise and possible horror when coming to a new venue and its unfamiliar prep room. Will it have its own bathroom? Sinks? Chairs without suspicious stains? Will there be a green room at all, or will the band be forced to mingle with the masses out in the bar before and after the show?
The moments before a performance are crucial for tuning instruments or just spending time screwing around with my band mates, groupies and other hangers-on. Getting my mind in the right place whatever that means to each us and what they require before hitting the stage with our innovative sound, a decent green room can be a lifesaver.
I find them terrifically useful, not only for gathering my thoughts and warming my voice but for a high-maintenance bitch like me to have a sacred space to get ready to perform helps immensely.
I had a brief fling with Tammy that was hot with passion and sexual desire. We both loved music and sex that was our bond. we spent our brief relationship exploring boundaries, pushing each others limits the relationship just ran it’s course. But we stayed close friends and band mates, the four off had that special connection like siblings. We would fight and bitch at each other but it was all done with love.
Chapter Three-The Basement
Playing the at The Basement was a surreal experience, a Hip, clubby spot featuring upscale plates, craft cocktails & live music in moody, underground digs. The place feels dirty and unafraid, rhythm guitar, a little harmonica, some background vocals, watching Tammy pluck the bass.
After soundcheck we hung in the green room waiting to go on listening to the warm up band. Our waitress, Lynne, was a short slinky brunette with brown eyes, small perky breast and the cutest little heart shaped ass. I flirted with her while she serve us cocktails, she had the nicest laugh, a beautiful little mouth.
When it was time to go on stage she said “I’m excited to hear you play, break a leg.” ending with the sweetest giggle. The place was packed, the crowd was fantastic, It was great to jam with my bandmates. As usual my panties were dripping wet by the time we finally finishing our set with last call I sang “Happy trails to you.”
Returning to the green room Lynne brought me a Jameson on the rocks. We laughed and drank, the members drifting away one by one, until it was just me alone in the green room. I watched Lynne cleaning up, wiping the tables, loading her tray with beer bottles and dirty classes.
“You need anything else? Cheri?” Lynne asked.
“Just you sweetie,” Was my cocky reply.
She laughed, setting her tray down and locking the door, Lynne returned to where I was sitting on the sofa. Climbing in my lap, throwing her arms around my neck, “You were so hot up there” Crazing my lips teasingly, I stroked her hair softly, Staring into her dazzling brown eyes.
Kissing, tongues dancing, my hands roaming freely over her hot little body. My fingers slipping inside her shirt to play with her perky breast pinching her hard nipples. My mouth lowering to her chest, flicking and licking, teasing her, Lynne’s moans filled my ears.
Lynne stood undressing gölbaşı escort before me, to stand there on display naked, Lynne had an amazing body, mesmerized, scanning her body. Perky breast, flat stomach, pubes trimmed in a cute little brown heart, down her legs, to her cute little feet. I was on my knees in flash worshiping her gorgeous body. Kissing her feet slowly, traveling up her smooth calves, licking and teasing her thighs, feeling her tremble, burying my nose in those heart shape pubes.
Parting her lips with my fingers, plunging my tongue inside, tasting her warm juices. Lynne’s hands entangled in my hair, I continued up to suck each breast. Finally finding her mouth as she fumbled to remove my cloths. Standing naked in the green room Kissing, holding each other. so warm, so wet.
Chapter Four-The Players Pub
When I approached the bar manager Bob about starting an open mic night he readily agreed. The Players Pub has been a musician/songwriter haven since the early seventies. So “Lust” became the house band playing host for the evening. I enjoyed the band & my bandmates company very much, so young, so free, I missed my university years before life became so real.
Sherry is a kindred spirit, a fellow performer, a lover of sound, the show must go on. The first open mic night was fun sharing the night/stage with fellow musicians, performers, lovers of sound. Ending in the green room has Sherry went down, into my red bush, eating my wet pussy with her long tongue. Grabbing her purple hair pulling her in, screaming in delight, has her tongue curls and swirls working it’s magic. The art of performance, bringing pleasure, what a beautiful sight Sherry on her knees servicing my needs.
Crowd going wild as we play out the encore, dragging it out, hitting the finer notes. Sex sounds filling the green room, I love the artist she is and the artist she helped me become, come with baby for the big climax. an Orgasm crashing over me, her face dripping with my juices, cries of delight, crowd roaring, my little body shaking, toes curling, pure pleasure, another great show, take a bow, thank the crowd. Exiting the stage covered in sweat, into the back room, hugging, kissing, I love performing with Sherry.
Chapter Five-The Train
The Chicago “EL” (short for “elevated”) is the rapid transit system serving the city of Chicago and some of its surrounding suburbs. The “EL” provides 24-hour service on the Red and Blue Lines and is one of only five rapid transit systems in the United States to do so. On June 6, 1892, the first elevated or “EL” train ran from 39th (now Pershing Road) and State streets to Congress Parkway and Wabash Avenue. By 1893, the Chicago and South Side Rapid Transit Railroad extended this line to Jackson Park, the site of the World’s Columbian Exposition of 1893. the Loop, 35-block area of downtown Chicago, Illinois, U.S. The name derives from a cable-car line that circled the city’s central business district in the 1880s, though the term’s use became most common following the completion in 1897 of the Chicago Union Elevated Railway (the “EL”), which forms a loop…
The Loop is a vibrant area featuring eclectic eateries, shops, theaters and parks. Comprised mostly of high-rises, it’s also home to the 108-story Willis Tower. The iconic “Cloud Gate” sculpture sits in Millennium Park. Grant Park features the large, rococo-style Buckingham Fountain and the renowned Art Institute of Chicago, and hosts annual events like The Taste of Chicago and Lollapalooza.
Tammy and I liked to ride the loop after shows starring out the window at the Chicago river. We board the Brown Line (which goes “counter-clockwise”) and ride until it leaves the Loop, next stop Merchandise Mart. At Merchandise Mart we cross over to the other platform and get another Brown Line, which will end up where I started. Which gives us a wonderful view over the Chicago River before and after Merchandise Mart.
Late at night/early morning is the best that window between the bars closing but before rush hour perfect for an after show ride. There is an hour of, if played just right, solitude a train car to ourselves lost in our own thoughts. We boarded at the Belmont station in the last car after the playing at Radius and settled in a bench seat by the window. Tammy was dressed in black jeans and a black tee shirt with no bra wearing pink flip flops.
Starring out the window at the Chicago river putting my arm on Tammy’s back softly rubbing her, cuddling together. I instinctively stroked her dark hair. We stayed like that for awhile the city passing through the train windows. Finally she lifted her head, looking at me with soft green eyes a tender moment between bandmates and lovers on a train at four AM. I was still softly stroking her hair when she leaned in kissing my squarely on the lips. We kissed lips parting, I felt her tongue stud, arms wrapping around each other. keçiören escort The train kept rolling we continued kissing my fingers found there way under her shirt. I cupped her breast rubbing, squeezing, pinching, her fingers sliding under my skirt inside my wet panties rubbing my pussy.
Her fingers entered me slowly in then out my wetness growing. I lifted her shirt kissing and sucking her breast flicking the nipple with my long tongue. She continued to finger my pussy as I fumbled to get her black jeans open. Sliding my hand inside them my fingers finding her panties soaked I parted her lips I entered her with three fingers. The train kept rolling we kept fingering, kissing, staring into each others eyes. She was moving to meet my fingers our pace increasing. Our moans filling the empty train car the slurping sound of fingers fucking wet pussies mixing into a beautiful sound. We were both so close when her thumb poked into my tight asshole I could take no more. We both screamed coming together earth shattering orgasms shaking our bodies as the train moved down the tracks.
Collapsing in each others arms exhausted as the train came to a stop. Looking up I realize we were at the end of the line Albany Park we had rode through 27 stops. We fixed ourselves an exited the train car we crossed to the other platform. Waiting for the morning train to the city holding hands with Men in business suits carrying brief cases.
Chapter Six-Summer Tour
With the semester ending we made the final plans for a summer tour of dive bars, clubs, and summer festivals around the mid-west. Three months of living in Sherry’s rusted van and cheap hotels, sleeping all day, playing rock and roll all night. Smoking pot, drinking, parting like rock stars, sounded like a great way to spend our summer break. We had fixed up the inside of the van with two small sofas, a small table, rented a small trailer to haul the equipment.
We started out down interstate ninety-five, living the dream, we were like sisters, we shared a very special bond. The first show was great, a large crowd of partiers at Crows Mill Pub in Springfield, Illinois who really seemed to enjoy our performance dressed in our best slutty outfits playing our mix of covers and originals. The time we got to play flew by then back on the road headed to the next town, taking turns at driving, sleeping, parting as the tour wore on that long summer.
At the end of the second month heading to the Gas lamp in Des Moines, Iowa, an artsy, boisterous watering hole that features a diverse music lineup. All modesty had long since past, Michelle was laying on the small sofa in just her lace black panties sleeping, her cute little body curled up in a ball, Tammy was driving and Sherry was sleeping in the front seats.
I was just starring at Michelle’s beautiful body, her breast, a cute nipple peaking at me, the small of her back, her plump round ass, smooth legs, her cute little feet and pink painted toes. I found my self excited by her, turned on by her image, laying there, I watched her breath, a wetness growing inside my red panties.
A voyeuristic delight and in a trance of sexual lust my fingers caressed my wet pussy. Watching sweet Michelle sleep on the sofa she was so peaceful and beautiful in that moment. My fingers flicking with my clit strumming it like I would my guitar.
Moving my other hand down to part my pussy lips with two fingers slowly at first before finding a rhythm. Working my pussy like the fine instrument it is pleasure radiating through out my little body. My juices flowing, so close, speed increasing, a sweet orgasm hit me in waves of sheer delight.
Chapter Seven-Michelle
Arriving at the Motel Six we had about two hours before we had to head to the Gas Lamp to set up for the gig. We got two rooms Tammy and Sherry took one, Michelle and I took the other. Taking turns using the shower, I went second when Michelle was done, I shaved and washed my body in the hot shower.
Emerging from the shower wrapped in the white hotel towel to find Michelle still undressed laying in one of the beds. I walked over climbing into the bed next to her both of us just in towels. Chatting about tonight’s set list I started rubbing her smooth leg with my foot. A playful game between good friends, band mates, sisters.
Coming together arms, legs in a warm embrace, kissing with erotic passion, hands rubbing each others wet cunts, tongues dancing inside each others mouths. Her body was soft and smooth, warm, soft, pleasure filled my brain, laying her on her back. I climbed on top of Michelle my face diving into her wet pussy, my wet cunt grinding into her mouth, sensations everywhere, tingling, I glanced at the reflection in the hotel mirror on the vanity. What a wonderful sight the star of our own porno movie “Sixty-nine with Michelle and Cheri,”.
I felt her wetness growing, tasting her, my own pleasure building, grinding down into her tongue and mouth. I so wanted to come together, curling my tongue inside her, reaching a finger to her hooded clit. Our orgasms shaking our little hot bodies, shaking the hotel bed, like a giant earthquake. Exhausted I collapsed down into my sweet Michelle, after a few minutes I turn around, hugging and kissing her. Mixing our juices into a wonderful flavor exploding in our mouths.