Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads: Little Drummer Girl
Vi Campbell secretly loves her drummer step dad Jeff Stryker, member of sleaze rock band Acid Kitty. And she's tempted to let him know. This Christmas, at the urging of her best friend / sometime lover, she decides to make an impromptu road trip into a journey Jeff will never forget. More
Jess massaged my shoulder. "You're too hard on yourself, ya know?" She smiled. "You don't have to be so tough all the time. You're not Joan Jett." She added a giggle at this.
I nearly choked on my ganja smoke laughing back. "I'm a drummer, silly. Not a guitarist, or singer. You wouldn't want to hear me sing. Trust me."
"Oh, shut up." She playfully slapped my arm. "I've heard you sing backup harmony for Jeff when he was with Loaded Revolver. You sounded good."
"You're just being nice." I leaned over and lightly brushed her lips with a kiss. "You're always too sweet to me."
Jess stroked my cheek. "Because you beat yourself up all the time. So, someone has to lift you up."
I groaned and giggled at that. "Oh, you sounded like an 80s love song then."
She gave me a little kiss back, then said, "You know it's true."
It was warm for December, but then Kellville resided in a temperate climate. Something I was thankful for. We rarely got snow. Most winters were full of rain. This year, though, it looked to be a sunny, green Christmas--not a wet one.
I was enjoying the balmy weather, practicing on my drum kit in the basement, when it hit me. Today's day. One year ago, my mother was killed when a drunk driver t-boned her old Volkswagen Bug. She left me and my step dad behind, and I missed her terribly. I'd been doing great until I glanced at the calendar. A week before Christmas. Then grief delivered a sucker punch to my gut. I called my best friend Jess to see if she wanted to get out for a ride and smoke up. I needed to be outside. The house felt suffocating without Jeff around.
"Like I said, you're just too nice to me."
Jess shook her head and rolled her eyes at me. "You're stubborn, also."
I grinned. The ganja warmed my head, relaxed my body, mellowed my thoughts.
"Thank you," I whispered, and I brought my forehead to hers, stared into her eyes. "I'm so grateful for you, Jess."
"I'm grateful for you." She rubbed my shoulder, then her fingers drifted to my chest.
I ran my tongue across her bottom lip and she opened her mouth for me. We kissed deeply, our tongues entwining as we groped each other. Our mouths grew hot, wet, and our kiss grew frantic. I slid my hand between Jess' jean clad thighs and stroked my way up...