Mick and Keri

Chapter 17

Keri and Mick Get Into A Fight

It was Wednesday Jam Night and Keri, Sarah, her boyfriend Danny and I were all set to meet at our favorite bar. I was looking forward to seeing my friend Wes, the bartender, and see what the newest craft brews were. It was always a good time and I loved to break out new sets of lyrics and see where they went.

The bar was my favorite place in Boise that was not home. They also had a wonderful collection of nice bourbons and whiskeys. The crowd was always cool and a great mix of folks my age and youngsters who just did not know how to dance to a song that had words and melodies and harmonies.

Keri and I walked in together. We used to go in and leave separately; I was concerned about someone from my job circle seeing me being cozy with a woman. I finally just said "Fuck it!" and allowed myself to show my affection for my beautiful Keri. Wes, the bartender, knew we had been a couple and when we began to act like a couple he just smiled and gave us a nod and, on the first night we did it, he bought us a round to celebrate.

The guys that used to hang around Keri hoping to get a grip on her large breasts or maybe even get in her pants quit hanging around. Some of them became acquaintances and would wave or come over and greet us or compliment us after a set, but no one hit on Keri anymore. My lover usually dressed well and always went commando. She wore a t-shirt that was tight enough to stop her magnificent tits from flopping all over the room and then she would wear something loose over the top.

Keri usually wore shorts or jeans unless she was incredibly horny in which case she would wear a long to mid length dress. The dress was never short enough that she would flash her black curly pubic hair. She was not into flashing, but she did enjoy the occasional hand under the dress and the squeeze of her thigh or her nice round butt, and I did enjoy fondling her body all the time.

I usually went commando as well, but had to be careful because I'd no control over my boner. Keri would walk by me and subtly touch my leg or my ass and I would instantly get a chubby. If she gave me "that" look I would get hard really fast and then I could not stand up or walk around. If we had just finished playing, Keri would get me hard and just rub my cock through the fabric of my jeans.

I learned the hard way to not wear one of my favorite pair of jeans. They were old and soft and had a hole the width of my right knee and a long vertical spot worn through on my left side. The opening was about 7-8 inches long and 2-3 inches wide. It was easy to see what color underwear I had on or if I had none at all.

I wore them one night early in our relationship. I walked in a little late on jam night. Keri was sitting in her usual spot at the end of the bar. She was swarmed by men and as I came in Wes gave me a rolled eyeball look. He thought it was funny to watch these guys try to hit on a woman who was never going to show any interest in them.

I came in and gave Keri a nod, walked over to the jam sign-up sheet and put my name down and added Keri under my name. Then it was over to the bar to shake Wes hand and get a nice glass of bourbon on the rocks. I went back to the round table by the sound booth and greeted the sound guy, pulled up a stool and got comfortable. Keri and I made direct eye contact often and she would laugh to my reaction to some poor slob hitting on her in a really cheesy manner.

Judging by the passed time, I figured I was going to be on stage soon so I decided to go to the men's room. As I walked out I ran into Keri on her way to the rest room. She stopped and hugged me and I felt her right hand slip into the opening in my jeans. She slid her hand in quickly and before I could flinch she had a grip on my whole package. She tightly gripped my balls and penis and gave them a little shake.

"Hey sweetie. Feels like you need to shake it a few more times to get it dryer. My hand is a bit wet."

"I do the best I can, but sometimes there is always that one drop."

Keri squeezed and released me a few times and began to feel my penis stiffening. Keri took my right hand and pulled it up under her skirt and onto her furry pussy.

"Mine is a little wet too, but I haven't been to the restroom yet."

She smiled and gave me a kiss that could only be described as intimately personal. Releasing my cock and balls she smiled and walked towards the ladies room. I began to turn around before realizing that I now had a full on boner and no underwear to hold it in. I pulled my shirt out of my pants to allow the tails to cover my erection.

I started up the stairs to the bar and as I reached the top a warm and friendly voice came up behind me and a hand reached up between my legs and grabbed my hard on.

"Still thinking of me?"

The tent in the front of my pants stood out again. I walked slowly towards the stage as they called my name. They called Keri's name as well and she headed for the stage. The band leader introduced all of the players and I called out an easy tune so everyone could get warmed up. I sang and managed who was doing solos and did everything I could do to make everyone look good. We finished the song and one of the guitar players needed to tune his guitar, so I began to chat up the crowd.

I flirted with Keri and made a few comments about her breasts and her ass. The next song talked about how I hate for you to leave, but I love to watch you walk away. I was leering at Keri at the parts of the song that were a little bit saucy. The last song was a bit funky and had a fun beat to it. It was written by Joe Walsh and was called "I.L.B.T'S" (I Like Big Tits). As I sang I made as many lewd movements toward Keri's chest as I could. Everyone was laughing and clapping and Keri was bright red.

When we got done I introduced the players and Keri got a huge round of applause. She blushed brightly and as she got off of the stage her tits bounced about wildly drawing more cheers. When I got off the stage after thanking the drummer and the bass player who were to the back of the stage and then I sought out the two guitar players and thanked them.

I then made my way to Keri to thank her for her playing and for being a good sport, but she was not having anything to do with it. She barely looked me in the eyes and I could tell that she was fighting back tears. I messed up!

"Thanks for playing. I am sorry for being rude to you up there."

"Sure."

That was all. Short sweet and to the point. She was pissed and she wanted me to know without making a scene. I went back to my seat and quietly remained there for the next set. Keri never looked at me. I stood and walked to the other end of the bar and got Wes attention.

"Wes, I fucked up and pissed off Keri. I am going to take off, but please be sure that she is OK when she leaves."

"No problem man, let me get your tab."

I paid my tab and said my farewells to the band leader and some regulars and headed for the door. As I walked past Keri, our eyes met and I mouthed "Sorry" to her, hung my head and left. I was about 30 feet away from the bar entrance when I heard Keri's voice.

"Mick! Hold on!"

I wasn't sure if I should stop. I knew that I hurt her and I was not sure that I wanted to take the tongue lashing she was sure to give me. I kept walking for a time, wondering what to do.

"Mick! Stop!"

I stopped. Her footsteps got closer and louder. I turned when I thought her steps were close enough and prepared for a slap in the face or a kick in the nuts; but neither occurred. Instead she threw her arms around me and gave me a hard firm hug. I put my arms around her in public for the first time and stood dumbfounded.

"Why did you do that to me? I have never been so embarrassed. Everyone was laughing at me."

Confusion. I was being held close like a lover and I was being excoriated for my actions. She was sobbing and holding me like I was a returning veteran.

"Keri, I am so sorry. I was trying to be playful like you were when you gave me a boner before I walked up on stage. I was just playing around."

"I know and we have got to talk when we get home."

"I was heading back to my apartment. I figured that you would not want to have contact with me for a while."

"Oh no you don't. You are not going to get me all upset and then run away. You are going to talk to me now or later."

"OK. Do you want to leave now?"

"No. Sarah just called and she and Danny are coming over right now. Please stay with me."

"If that is what you need, I am here for you. I'm really sorry."

Keri wiped her eyes on my sleeve and we walked back into the bar. My spot had been taken, but Keri's was open. Keri sat in the place she had been in and I stood to her right side near the opening to the back of the bar. Wes asked if I wanted anything and I asked for water and lemon. Keri leaned back against me and I placed my left hand on her left shoulder.

A slow song came up and Keri began to sway with the tune. I swayed with her. She dropped her right land and slid it into the gash on the left leg of my pants. Nothing erotic, just touching my skin. I guess we were dancing in one place. I leaned forward and blew a little air on the back of her neck causing a little shudder.

A song later, Sarah burst in the door and ran to sign up before the list closed down. Danny came in afterwards and came right over to us.

"Did she get here in time? She has been nuts for the last hour."

"I think so, this is only the third set."

Sarah came over and hugged Keri and I. She looked at Keri and frowned.

"Are you OK? You look like you have been crying."

"She was crying, Sarah. I did some stuff that upset her."

She looked at Keri and in a very serious and scary tone asked, "Do I need to kick his ass?"

"No! We will work this out, without any ass kicking."

"OK, boss, but you just say the word."

Sarah looked at me and I just shrugged and gave the "I'm really sorry" body language. She pursed her lips and nodded. Danny stood off to the side and kept out of the way. Keri put her hand back on my leg and drew shapes on the bare portion of my leg. She leaned back and pulled my head down to whisper in my ear.

"Please move your balls over to the left side of the seam so I can touch them."

Not wanting upset her any more, I did a quick adjustment. I normally walk around in what tailors call dress right. Usually my penis and scrotum rest to the right of my pants seam. I quietly put my hands in my pockets and pushed the pants down a little and then grabbed my package with my left hand and pulled it over to the left side of the seam.

As everything moved over, the left side of my scrotum touched Keri's hand. She immediately responded my gently stroked the soft skin and pulling on the pubic hair. My penis began to thicken although it still hung down. Keri moved back and forth between the soft skin of the sack and the soft skin of my penis.

No one could see what she was doing and she did not get aggressive or turned on. She was being gentile and tender. The next group of players on stage played mostly generic covers and I softly sang along into Keri's ear. She was getting goosebumps on her neck and so I began to feel less worried that she was going to rip me a new one or tell Sarah to sic me.

The next group of players included Sarah and the band leader asked Keri if she would please come up and sit in on the piano. After giving me an intimate hug she released my balls and slid her hand out of my pants, stood and moved to the stage. Danny moved up next to me.

"So you did something stupid, huh?" Danny spoke half in sympathy and half in disbelief.

"I did."

I explained what all happened. He listened politely and nodded or shook his head at the appropriate times. When Danny suddenly stopped my story.

"Mick. Listen to this! Sarah has been working on it for the past two weeks."

The next song started and Sarah tore into the guitar part. I was starting to wonder who was going to sing when Sarah stepped up to the mic and sang. She did good. She was no Grammy winner, but she did good. Keri was all smiles as Sarah took center stage playing and singing.

When she finished the crowd was grateful and expressed themselves loudly. Everyone on stage thanked one another and stepped of the stage. As they did so, one of the drunk guys that had been hovering around Keri all night stepped up to her and grabbed two big handfuls of her breasts.

"You need to come home with me and let me show you how much I appreciate your big tits."

Keri screamed. I jumped towards the stage. But Sarah spun around before anyone could move and put her right elbow on the guys jaw. He released his grip on Keri and staggered back. He stood poised to hit Sarah, just as she turned the other way but I put a fist on the his face and followed with a little dirty boxing, placing my right elbow just in front of the man's left ear.

The man dropped, a crumpled mess on the floor writhing and bleeding profusely from the nose and the left ear. Sarah braced herself to hit him again and was just waiting for him to make a move. I was right next to her ready to do the same. Wes must have jumped over the bar because he was suddenly between us and the limp body on the floor.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Everybody freeze!"

Wes was facing Sarah and me so he never saw Keri step over the guy as he was on his back and kick him squarely in the nuts. The guy let out a loud scream and a loud exhale. Wes turned and wrapped his arms around Keri and moved her away from the stage. Sarah went with Keri as did I.

By this time, several of the guys friends had risen and were trying to figure out what happened and who did what to whom. About that time the bouncers came in from the front door and looked for anyone to grab and separate.

"Let her go, Wes!" Sarah proclaimed loudly.

"Keri, are you cool?" Wes was looking Keri in the eyes.

"I am just fine, dear." Keri sounded calm and controlled.

"Sarah, Mick, take her over by the sound booth." Wes asked/commanded us and we complied as he released her.

The bouncers had the guy on the floor surrounded to be sure he did not get injured anymore. Wes approached them and gave the thumbs up sign. The bouncers helped the guy to his feet and took him out of the bar and onto the patio to clear his head and to give first aid. The guys friends followed them out. On the patio the poor victim was seated on one of the patio benches as one of the bouncers applied a small pressure bandage to his left ear while another pinched his nostrils with a gauze sponge.

Inside, Sarah was all over Keri.

"Are you OK? Did he hurt you? Let me see where he grabbed you."

"Sarah, I'm OK and I am not going to whip out my tits right now in front of everyone. Are you two OK? It looked like you hit him pretty hard."

"I'm OK. I hit him with my elbow, so did Mick. We'll ice them when I get home."

"Well then let's go home, everyone," I urged, strongly.

I found Wes and told him that we all needed to tab out. He looked at me with that wild look, like it had suddenly turned into one of those days. He went to the computer and came back with all of our tabs. Handing each tab to the correct person, I collected the credit cards and headed back to the bar. Wes ran all of the cards and handed me the pack. I returned to the gang and they all signed, after which I returned everything to Wes and apologized.

As we left, the guy and his friends were all hovered together. The door guys were telling him to calm down and as we walked out he shouted something about getting Keri. Sarah placed herself in front of Keri with me next to her.

"You just sexually assaulted my boss. If you want to try to get her, you will need to go through me first, so do it now so I can end you," Sarah spoke very calmly.

"We'll make sure none of his friends get in the way," my turn to speak, with Danny at my side.

"Sarah, Mick, Danny stop!" Keri spoke sternly.

"Please boss just let me cripple him a little, I'll just crush his hands, just to be sure he never does this again to you or any other woman."

"No!" I said. "He is drunk and stupid. I think he has gotten the idea that pulling any more of this shit can get him hurt."

"I should sue you for assault," the guy spoke from behind the guys giving him first aid.

"Dead guys don't sue," Sarah spoke, suddenly very, very cold and collected.

Wes walked outside to check on things just as Sarah spoke. He looked at us and jerked his head towards the parking lot. He then turned to the guy and his group.

"Don't ever come back to my bar. If you should ever cross those ladies again, be aware that the blonde is a dead shot and is a licensed armed body guard. The guy is just as bad. Count yourself and your friends lucky. Now do you want me to call you a cab?"

At the house we all went inside and Sarah made a beeline for the kitchen and started putting together ice packs. Keri and I made our way to the bedroom and got undressed. Keri's breasts were bruised where the guys hands had grabbed her. I lifted the left one carefully and looked closely at the damage.

"If I see that guy again, I am going to beat the hell out of him."

"Hon, no. That's not the way to do things."

"I know, but how dare he touch you."

"The worst part is that they are going to be so sore that I may have to wear a bra around the house and you won't be able to play with them."

"I can still play with them. I will just be a little less animalistic with them."

We walked down stairs, holding hands, Keri wincing every time her breasts moved too much. We hit the bottom of the stairs and moved through the TV room and into the kitchen. Danny and Sarah were just finishing stuffing ice into ice packs. Both were still dressed and it occurred to me, they seemed out of place being dressed. Strange.

"Holy shit! Keri!" Sarah stared in shock at the hand shaped bruises on Keri's breasts. "Ice is not going to be enough. You need to take heavy doses of Vitamin C to help with the bruising. The ice will help with the pain."

Sarah handed me a pack for my elbow and Danny tied it onto me like Sarah had it tied on hers. I then took a towel and a pack and the breast that was bruised the most and holding it in the towel hand I gently applied the ice to the larger bruises. As I pressed the ice to her left breast her hand gently stroked my dick.

"Hey! I'm not the one that got kicked in the nuts."

"That is why I am not using ice."

"Oh, that would hurt."

"But then I could kiss them and make them better."

"You can always do that."

"Maybe we should leave you two alone," Sarah interjected some humor.

"Or maybe you should join us," I shot back.

"Or maybe it has been a long night and we should just relax a little before we all get some sleep."

Keri settled the issue as we all went to the TV room and settled on to our own sides of the couch. We cuddled until the ice made Keri shiver, then we went to bed.