Buy an MP3 of the original recording Buy a CD of the original album Uh-oh! Here came a small contingent of young co-eds drifting in his direction, as if they constituted a single water-borne organism with three lovely heads, topped by a single large mass of flowing blond hair and below, a body of quivering flesh — arms, legs, thighs, and bulging breasts. As the sea creature drew closer, Bill peered in to see if Christine was part of it. No, she wasn’t; it was just the three bimbos — Wendy, DeeDee, and Carol.
Bill looked about; Christine was nowhere to be seen. Nor were Jake and Pat. Desperately seeking an excuse to escape the advancing groupies, Bill finally spotted one: Joanie and Annie emerging from his den.
“Hey girls,” he called out to them, but they didn’t seem to hear him, as they headed rapidly out the front door. Instead, the bimbos, now almost on top of him and apparently thinking he was calling to them, spoke breathily and almost in unison, “Bill!" "Where’ve you been?" "Wanna dance?”
Brother! That was all he needed! “Uhh…gee, girls. I don’t think so. Actually, I was about to suggest that we all turn in for the night…”
“Sounds good to us,” DeeDee interrupted, teasingly…or was it just a tease?
“No…I , er, what I meant was, I think it’s time for you all to go home to bed and let me do the same here.”
But the girls were adamant. It was early yet and he’d disappeared shortly after midnight, so none of them had had a chance to dance with him. Where had he been anyway? Upstairs with someone, sly devil?
Again, he couldn’t tell if they were just teasing or being serious, but either way he wasn’t happy with the direction the conversation was taking, so he decided to end it by promising to dance with them before closing down the party, but only as a group — not one-on-one. Big mistake! The song now playing was a super-sexy Ray Charles number, which seemed to last forever, enabling these would-be sirens to put Bill through a lengthy gauntlet of dangerous temptations.
The girls began by thrusting their pelvises toward him invitingly on every beat; Bill kept his eyes directed upwards to avoid that sight as best he could, which worked... for about a minute. But then, to get his attention, the girls soon added to these moves a series of highly suggestive and breathy grunts and groans in best imitation of Ray Charles' Raelettes. Unfortunately, that did get Bill's attention, at which point, all three girls lined up in front of him to perform about the sexiest line-dance he'd ever seen — and they were clearly doing it just for him.
First, the girls faced Bill, shimmying so that their breasts jiggled wildly, Then, they punctuated their shimmying by periodically bending over toward him, exposing inviting cleavage and then some. After a number of rounds of this frontal assault on Bill's libido, the girls worked the flip side: all three turned and began to shake their butts with abandon. As with the front side, the but shaking was punctuated by the girls' periodically bending over, this time away him, exposing sexy panties that barely covered the quivering flesh of their ass cheeks. They then repeated this cycle — shimmying, frontal bend-overs, butt-shaking, rear bend overs — several times.
But, by far the most difficult of the girls' moves for Bill to cope with was started by Wendy who sashayed right up to him, locked her arms around his neck, and started bumping and grinding away at his pelvic area. There was really nothing he could do to keep from getting hard, which of course Wendy felt and which just encouraged her to continue. Nor did Bill want to break the clinch, as it would reveal the sizable bulge in his pants to the other girls. But, then matters got worse; Carol cut in and upped the ante by rubbing her firm breasts against his chest, while simultaneously bumping and grinding away below; not to be outdone, DeeDee stepped in for her turn and pulling Bill's face to hers, added a deep soul kiss to her breast rubbing and bumps and grinds! Whooie! By this point, he was putty in the girls' hands.
When the song finally ended, Bill was embarrassed to realize that he must have ejaculated sometime during it. But he was also relieved because his hard-on was gone, so there was no longer a compromising bulge in his pants. Unfortunately, though, the girls were still there, huddled as close to him as they could possibly get, almost as if they were all three about to go down on him right there, in a joint effort to get his erection back for some more serious action.
At that moment, the front door flew open and Pat Richardson burst in, a look of near panic on her face and, it seemed to Bill, a bit disheveled. She caught his eye and, walking quickly toward him, she almost sobbed, "Bill, can I talk with you for a minute?"
Links Aretha Franklin (Buy CDs of her albums) The Beach Boys (Buy CDs of their albums) Ray Charles (Buy CDs of his albums) Go to the next scene in Bill's story New Year's Eve 1968: Bill, Scene 5 "In Need of a Helping Hand" Go to the previous scene in Bill's story New Year's Eve 1968: Bill, Scene 3 "Depravity" New Year's Eve 1968: Pat, Scene 7 "In Need of a Helping Hand" 
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