Summer In Maine: Part 3. Chrissie becomes a groupie. by Member389. listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Oh my God! That was awesome. Why didn’t you tell me you were a musician?” She said as people around us thanked me. I just shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve been playing for six or seven years. I’ve always loved jazz and blues. It’s like a hobby to me.” I said. “My grandfather and his brother were trombone players in the Maine state band.” John went on to laud bands from the Seventies and picked out Steely Dan as the set went a smoky blue color as they played on. Chrissy curled into me leaning on my chest as we listened. I was about ready to explode with happiness. They moved on and a girl stepped forward from the backup singers with a microphone and John introduced her and mentioned the influences of the west coast moving up to the Seventies bringing us groups like Heart and they started playing Barracuda. They played a few others ending up with a Billy Joel mash up as their last song. They did Rockport State of Mind to the music of New York State of Mind. People were standing up applauding. I had to admit, John and the band did a hell of a job. They got such a long ovation that they played a two-song encore, to another long round of applause. “That was awesome!” Chrissy shouted over the applause. “I wish they did things like this back home!” “Welcome to Maine.” I said smiling. We packed up the cooler with the remains of our picnic and Chrissy folded the blanket tossing it over her arm. As we made our way back to the Jeep. I looked over to see her grinning ear to ear again. “What?” I asked. “I feel like a groupie who’s going home with one of the band.” She said, causing both of us to laugh. We made our way to the Jeep and I put our stuff in the back and walked around to give her a hand into her seat. The look in her eyes was dreamy as I closed her door and walked around to the driver’s side. We drove back in silence, her hand on my thigh giving it an occasional squeeze. When I pulled into the driveway she looked over at me, the expression in her eyes was full of longing. I got out and walked around the Jeep and grabbed the cooler from the back and walked around and opened her door. “Do you need a hand?” I asked softly. She just nodded looking into my eyes. She slid off the seat landing on her good foot and wrapped her arm around me. “Hang on.” I said softly. I opened the door up, turned on the light and set down the cooler. I went back out and picked her up in my arms and brought her inside. I carried her into the living room and went to set her on the couch and she tightened her arms around my neck and shook her head gently. She lifted her chin towards the bedroom. I looked into her eyes and saw her expression, it looked like a mix need and desire. I carefully passed through the bedroom door and stood beside the bed. I had a split-second notion to dump her on the bed laughing, but the look on her face told me that tenderness was needed. I set her down on her feet instead looking into her eyes. That look wrenched my heart, it said to me, “love me.” I placed my hands on her hips and drew us slowly together and I leaned forward, her hands came up and lay on my chest, grasping lightly at the fabric of my shirt as she leaned into our kiss. “Go turn off the lights.” She whispered to me. I looked into her eyes for a moment longer and noticed the corner of her mouth rise slightly as she gave me the slightest push. I nearly ran out to the kitchen, made sure the door was closed and smacked the light switch. I turned the corner from the kitchen into the living room and saw her turning to stand right where she was when I’d left the room. A small lamp with a dim bulb cast a golden glow over the room. She looked up at me standing in the doorway and the corner of her mouth twitched and she bit her lower lip and looked away. I walked back into the room and saw that she’d kicked off her shoes but nothing else had changed. I followed suit