Sequel: Wish You Were Here. ›
Band on the Run.
Time.
"Oi! Pete, c'mere. There's a lad and some ladies from England. They'll help us." I heard Roger Daltrey yell, pointing to us.
I felt myself become instantly starstruck. The Who was one of my favorite bands. Roger Daltrey was the epitome of sex, after Robert Plant, and he was right here in front of me.
"You wouldn't happen to know where the bands are supposed to go, do ya, Love?" Keith Moon asked me, wrapping his arms around me.
I could barely say anything. On second thought, I didn't really know where they were supposed to go. I decided my best course of action was to go see Elliot. He would definitely be able to help our British friends.
"Uhm, well, I'm not exactly sure where you are supposed to go, but I can find out for you."
Tom seemed kind of angry that Pete Townshend was flirting with Nicole. She seemed off on another planet. Far from Tom, Roger and all her drama and troubles. Good for her.
"Well, I'll come with you," Nicole said, looking away from Tom's angry glare, "so, you won't get lost. Be right back, Tom."
And with that, Nicole and I walked towards the El Monaco Motel. It was pretty late at night already, but we were all hoping that Elliot, his parents, or somebody would help us find out where The Who should be at a time like this.
"So, you are from London?" Roger asked me, smirking slightly.
"Originally Canadian, but I've been living in London for the longest time..."
"Oh well, unless you count the time you were in France. Honestly, don't you ever think, Cheryl?" Nicole joked.
We finally got to the motel. Elliot was bored, sitting at the receptionist desk.
"Elliot! These fine gentleman would like to know where they will be staying." I announced, eying the sexiest lead singer in all of the United Kingdom.
Elliot started looking through a few pieces of paper, before finding the right room and it's keys. Keith, John, Pete and Roger would have to stay in a room with a share of two beds. The men seemed a bit awkward about it, but they all had a fine laugh anyway.
Roger invited Nicole and I into the motel room. It was a bit cramped in there, but we all sat on the beds. Two joints were being passed. Roger was whispering silly things into my ear. My top came flying off. My bell bottoms were being attacked.
The hardened member of The Who's singer was leaning up against my face. I immediately began sucking on it; making him moan and shiver. Nicole was making out with Pete. Keith was massaging her and John was still smoking.
Roger and I got onto one bed. We fucked as if we hadn't fucked in ages. I had the most explosive orgasms in my entire life. Nothing could have prepared me for that ever. My mind was lost in the most amazing thoughts I ever had.
But then, I heard just a few sentences in my mind that instantly made me regret this. Well, just a bit:
Together we stand, divided we fall.
I felt myself become instantly starstruck. The Who was one of my favorite bands. Roger Daltrey was the epitome of sex, after Robert Plant, and he was right here in front of me.
"You wouldn't happen to know where the bands are supposed to go, do ya, Love?" Keith Moon asked me, wrapping his arms around me.
I could barely say anything. On second thought, I didn't really know where they were supposed to go. I decided my best course of action was to go see Elliot. He would definitely be able to help our British friends.
"Uhm, well, I'm not exactly sure where you are supposed to go, but I can find out for you."
Tom seemed kind of angry that Pete Townshend was flirting with Nicole. She seemed off on another planet. Far from Tom, Roger and all her drama and troubles. Good for her.
"Well, I'll come with you," Nicole said, looking away from Tom's angry glare, "so, you won't get lost. Be right back, Tom."
And with that, Nicole and I walked towards the El Monaco Motel. It was pretty late at night already, but we were all hoping that Elliot, his parents, or somebody would help us find out where The Who should be at a time like this.
"So, you are from London?" Roger asked me, smirking slightly.
"Originally Canadian, but I've been living in London for the longest time..."
"Oh well, unless you count the time you were in France. Honestly, don't you ever think, Cheryl?" Nicole joked.
We finally got to the motel. Elliot was bored, sitting at the receptionist desk.
"Elliot! These fine gentleman would like to know where they will be staying." I announced, eying the sexiest lead singer in all of the United Kingdom.
Elliot started looking through a few pieces of paper, before finding the right room and it's keys. Keith, John, Pete and Roger would have to stay in a room with a share of two beds. The men seemed a bit awkward about it, but they all had a fine laugh anyway.
Roger invited Nicole and I into the motel room. It was a bit cramped in there, but we all sat on the beds. Two joints were being passed. Roger was whispering silly things into my ear. My top came flying off. My bell bottoms were being attacked.
The hardened member of The Who's singer was leaning up against my face. I immediately began sucking on it; making him moan and shiver. Nicole was making out with Pete. Keith was massaging her and John was still smoking.
Roger and I got onto one bed. We fucked as if we hadn't fucked in ages. I had the most explosive orgasms in my entire life. Nothing could have prepared me for that ever. My mind was lost in the most amazing thoughts I ever had.
But then, I heard just a few sentences in my mind that instantly made me regret this. Well, just a bit:
Together we stand, divided we fall.