Wild Mountain Honey

Ooh, mama
Well look what's been done
You can only see the stars
After a setting sun

You run for the money
You don't even know about wild mountain honey
"Wild Mountain Honey" by Steve Miller

The first time I laid eyes on Kelly, she was doing a twirling hippie stage dance to that song. I fell a teeny bit in love with her and walked back to the dressing room to get ready for my shift.

I was curling my hair and talking to Sweetwater in the mirror when Kelly strode though the door. "Ah babydoll! I haven't seen you in a couple of years. Give me a hug." Her sinewy arms and long blonde curls enveloped Sweetwater.

"And you," she said, locking her cornflower eyes on me. "I saw you from the stage. I just want to wrap you up inside of my legs and kiss you til you blush."

I blushed immediately . Sweetwater cackled and introduced us.

It was a steady Thursday. We three, Dominique and Janine were the only ones who showed up for work. We danced our asses off and sweat so much I had to reapply deodorant about a dozen times. By 10:30 the crowd had thinned out and a few other girls had arrived so we decided to call it a night. We loaded into my VW bug, grabbed a 6 pack at the grocery store, and drove out to the volcanos.

Kelly lit up a joint of some of the skunkiest dope I ever smoked. The three of us sat on top of 5000 year old lava and giggled at the half moon as it emerged naked and white from behind the mountains on the other end of town.