He showed her. He plugged in his Les Paul and spent the better part of twenty minutes working out a suitable translation of the acoustic melody into a distortion riff. Finally, he hit upon something that seemed to work. Coop and Charlie then jumped in and they ran through it a few times until it sounded reasonably like music. Then Celia joined them, singing the lyrics at the new tempo but keeping her own guitar mute.
“I like it,” said Celia with a smile. Since it was her tune, she had the final say. “Let’s work it up a little and see if I keep liking it. If I do, we’ll try to get Liz and Eric in on it somehow.”
“What about me?” asked Laura, who was sitting in a chair, still sipping from her tea, her alto sax still hanging on the rack.
“I don’t know,” Celia said. “I can’t envision any sax on the choruses, but maybe as a secondary melody on the verses?”
“It would have to be a light melody,” Nerdly said sternly. “You don’t want to overpower the guitar.”
“That is a good point,” Jake said, nodding.
“What if I used the soprano sax?” Laura suggested. “Like I did on Blur?”
Celia thought about this for a moment. “That might just work,” she said. “Let’s run through the choruses until we get it down and then we’ll try you out on the verses, Teach.”
“And maybe we can have Eric do some fills on top as well,” Jake suggested.
“Maybe,” Celia said.
They spent the next three hours playing around with the song. They decided that there should be no percussion at all on the verses, just a light bass line to set the rhythm. Laura on the soprano sax did compliment the acoustic guitar melody quite well, as did some fills by Eric on the violin. Liz and her piano, however, did not mix well on the verses and they abandoned that experiment rather quickly. On the heavier choruses, on the other hand, Liz was able to lay down a secondary melody atop the distorted guitar that kept the tune from broaching into the land of hard rock by just the barest of margins. After they settled on the distortion riff, Jake unplugged his guitar and let Little Stevie start working. As always, he perfectly imitated the riff that Jake had composed, the only difference a slight variance of phrasing.
They knocked off for the day just before five o’clock. Everyone stowed their instruments in their accustomed places while the Nerdlys made sure all of the electrical equipment was shut down. Nerdly then gathered up all of the notes and musical scores they had generated that day and scanned them into the computer in the office, where one copy was saved to the hard drive and another copy was saved to a disc that Nerdly would take home with him and put in his safe. The studio was then locked up and secured with the alarm (there was over a hundred thousand dollars worth of musical instruments and audio equipment in there). Everyone said their goodbyes to one another and climbed in their vehicles for their respective commutes home.
Celia deliberately left first in her Mercedes. Jake and Laura deliberately left last in Jake’s truck. They thought they were being discreet and perhaps they were. They need not have bothered, however. By this point, everyone in the band—even Eric—had realized that there was something going on between the Kingsleys and Celia Valdez. No one had overheard any remarks made, any plans being laid down, or any other confirming information. None of them had even talked to each other about their suspicions (except the Nerdlys among themselves). But all had noted the way the three of them always sat together, how they looked at each other, how they whispered to each other at times.
They were fooling no one but themselves.
By this point, Jake and Celia had their own garage door opener and key to Celia’s Malibu house. Jake parked next to the Mercedes and closed the garage door using the opener before either he or Laura stepped out of the truck. Once the door was closed, they made their way into the foyer and down the stairs to the second level. The lights were all off in the lower level, the blinds all drawn. The hallway that led to the master bedroom was lit up. They turned right and headed that way.
In Celia’s bedroom, the covers on the bed had been neatly turned back. The lights were on. Soft music was playing from the sound system. From the master bath, they could hear the sound of the shower running, could smell the steam and the scent of body wash. Both of them began to feel their libidos kick up a few notches.
Laura smiled and looked at her husband. “This still doesn’t feel wrong,” she said.
“No,” he agreed, leaning in and giving her a kiss. “And hopefully it never will.”
Hand in hand, they walked into the master bath. They could see the side profile of a naked Celia Valdez behind the steamy glass of the enclosed shower. She was scrubbing herself with a loofah sponge, currently working on her lower belly. They stepped closer.
“Should we join you in there?” Laura asked, her Nymph voice clearly coming forth. The shower was certainly big enough for all three of them.
“As tempting as that sounds, no,” Celia replied with a giggle. “I’m almost done in here. Hopefully you won’t mind if I don’t wash my hair?”
“I can live with that,” Jake said.
“Me too,” Laura agreed.
Celia laughed. “I ordered a pizza on the way home. It should be here in another five minutes or so. I’ll collect it while you two get showered up.”
“Oh ... okay,” Laura said, giving a naughty look at her husband. “We’ll shower right up.”
“No starting without me,” Celia said, now scrubbing between her legs. “In Casa Valdez, it’s all for one or none for all. Just get clean so we can get dirty.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything,” Laura said with a pout.
“You were going to suck his dick,” Celia said. “Don’t even try to claim otherwise.”
“Just a little,” Laura said.
“It is a good warmup exercise,” Jake added. Laura did give a mean blowjob—always had, always would.
“Save it for the bed,” Celia said. “I will not be denied in my own home.”
They reluctantly agreed to save it for the bed.
The shower door opened and Celia stepped out in all her glory. She looked and smelled incredible. Both of the Kingsleys stared at her nakedness in lustful awe. Though they had both seen her this way multiple times now (Jake one more time than his wife, unbeknownst to her) they never got tired of the view. Celia had a truly magnificent body in all dimensions of the word.
“I left the water running for you,” Celia said as she picked up a large bath towel and began to dry herself off. “Stop gawking at me and get in there.”
“Right,” the Kingsleys said in unison.
They stripped off their clothes, leaving them in a neat pile next to the bathtub. Now it was Celia who was staring, her eyes shifting from Laura’s pregnant body to Jake’s rapidly inflating manhood and then back again.
“Stop gawking and go get that pizza,” Jake admonished as they stepped into the steamy shower.
“Right,” Celia said, putting on a fuzzy white robe over her nudity and tying it tightly around her waist.
The Kingsleys showered quickly, using the large washcloths and the bottle of body wash that smelled like watermelon and cucumbers. They kept their hands and mouths to themselves for the time being. After rinsing, they turned off the shower and stepped out, picking up the two towels that Celia had left for them. They dried off and then walked naked back into the bedroom. Celia’s robe was now hanging on a hook and Celia herself was laying naked on the bed, her fingers idly playing with herself.
“We don’t want to eat the pizza first?” asked Jake.
“No,” Laura said, licking her lips. “We don’t want to eat the pizza first.”
“What a rip,” he said with mock indignation.
They climbed into bed with her, Jake on the left side, Laura on the right, Celia in the middle. They spent a while just kissing and caressing, Jake kissing Celia, Celia kissing Laura, Jake and Laura kissing each other, and then all three of them swirling their tongues together while their hands touched and probed in forbidden places. Laura then spent awhile licking and suckling Celia’s nipples while Jake went down between Celia’s legs and licked her swollen vagina. He kept it up until he managed to pull an orgasm from her.