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Becky's Marine part 2

Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Non-Erotic, Reluctance, Romance, Author: Betrayer_of_Skalathrax, Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

to hear her. The bar was packed by now. I must have had a look of displeasure on me because she gave me the pouty lip and puppy dog eyes. How could I say no to her. "OK OK. Let's go". She almost yanked me out of the bar stool. Who knew she was so strong. She went over toward the DJ booth and flipped through the songs they had. She picked one for her to sing, then she picked the duet we would sing. She pulled me down close to her and whispered, though whispering was more like regular volume at that point, " sing something for me." A chill ran down my spine. What should I pick? Rock? I could do some rock song to impress her, or I could do something more slow and meaningful. Decisions decisions. I told her to go put in an order for 2 beers so we could have them when we were done, more to get her to leave so I could pick something special. She walked off and I made my selection. When she returned, the DJ made the announcement that Becky was going to sing. She got up on stage and sat in the stool. She grabbed the mic and introduced herself and the song she was going to sing. All American Girl by Carrie Underwood. The music came on and shortly afterwards the room was filled with her beautiful voice. She sounded just like an angel. I hung onto every note, every word. Each one more perfect than the last. When the song ended, she stood and took a bow to a big round of applause. She then motioned for me to join her. I walked up on stage, pulling up the other stool. She looked at me ... and mouthed "are you ready?" I nodded to her, then to the DJ. He started the next song. I recognized the tune right away and I could only smile at her. I didn't need lyrics on screen to tell me the words. I began, as best I could. "I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath I wanna ride across West Virginia in the backseat of a Cadillac You know some cowboys like me go out like that So I need you" "Like a needle needs a vein Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain I need you Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the holy ghost I need you" She saw me singing. Not to the audience, but to her. As far as I was concerned, the audience didn't exist. She was the only person in that room during that song, and I was content with that. Without looking at the screen, and never taking her beautiful blue eyes off me, she began her part in the song. "I wanna get lost in some corner booth Cantina Mexico I wanna dance to the static of an A.M. radio I wanna wrap the moon around us and lay beside you skin on skin Make love 'til the sun comes up, 'til the sun goes down again 'Cause I need you" We sang the second chorus together. Like nobody else existed in the whole world. "Like a needle needs a vein Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs the rain I need you Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the holy ghost I need you" "Oh, I need you" "I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I ...