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Oh Sherrie	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Steve Perry or Sherry Swafford or any members of Journey, past or present. This is fiction. I do not get paid for my story.

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Steve decided to take Sherrie with him on the next tour. She wasn’t too keen on being on a smelly bus for hours on end, but if it kept her close to Steve it was an inconvenience she was willing to endure. She hadn’t really been acclimated to the other women who were wives of the other band members. They also had a preconceived notion about her because she was Steve’s woman, they felt they were both stand-offish which added to her mystique, and their jealousy. She got along well with Ross’ wife, but Neal’s and Jon’s proved harder to get along with. Even though they had gorgeous, talented men of their own, they were not immune to Steve’s charms, and it caused friction among the women.
The groupies were one thing, most likely there before the wives were, but the other women often over stepped their boundaries when they openly flirted with Steve, much to the chagrin of the male members who didn’t like their women kissing Steve’s butt, or fawning all over him. It almost came to blows when Gregg was still part of the band, he caught his wife Lori coming out of Steve’s hotel room one afternoon. Neither denied nor confirmed something went on, but the camaraderie that Steve and Gregg had was broken, and it was compounded as Steve’s singing started to overshadow his. The “incident” with Lori and Steve was pre Sherrie and Gregg was no longer with the band so that was one less headache Sherrie had to deal with, even though it was still spoke about in hushed tones. Neal made it known that if Steve had tried that with his woman, he would have punched his lights out. Steve’s lackadaisical attitude about other women in general continued to irk Sherrie; everyone knew that if a woman had designs on Steve didn’t matter if she was a wife, girlfriend or who.
Neal knew better than to confront Steve about his wife. Sherrie tried to ignore it when he came back from tour with hickey’s on his neck or scratches on his back and other women’s under garments; once Steve tried to convince her they were hers. “How stupid do you think I am?” She yelled at him one day. “I don’t think you’re stupid at all, I just thought…..” “That’s your problem, you didn’t think, or you’re too busy thinking with that.” She pointed to his penis. “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” That was always his solution to everything. A quick tumble in the hay to make it all better. Then he’d sometimes make matters worse by saying. “You know how many women would love to fuck me?” It was a subtle threat to keep her in line. She’d get mad and pick up the nearest object and hurl it at him, but for some reason those heated discussions always made for the best mind blowing sex; but that’s what he liked about her; she was a sweet and simple hometown girl, with a feisty side. “I like ‘em spicy” He’d tease to get back in her good graces.
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The first few weeks on tour with the band for Sherrie were fun and exciting. She got to sit down front and watch her man dazzle the crowd. As time wore on she was becoming a thorn in the sides of groupies who could no longer get close to Steve. She’d see some sneak hotel keys to him, telephone numbers, grab him inappropriately, or flash their boobs or boobage as Steve would call it.
One time on the road Sherrie would never forget, and one of many reasons she loved Steve. He’d made arrangements earlier in the day, to have his and her belongings taken off the bus and taken to a really nice hotel room about 10 miles from where the bus was parked. He had a cab waiting for them when he managed to get off the stage and sneak past the fans. “Where are we going?” She asked. Steve remained mum, and continued to hold her hand and kiss her fingers. “You’ll see.” When they got to the hotel, it was nicer than where they usually stayed at. Herbie was a penny pincher and usually got the cheapest hotel, which skimped on clean linen and enough towels. As their popularity grew the hotels got nicer and cleaner, Steve remarked to Sherrie, and it is nice to see the progression of “how it was to what we see today.” They stopped at the front desk “Room 502, Mr. Perry and thank you for staying with us.” Steve got the key and they went up to their room. When he opened the door, Sherrie was met with 2 dozen red long stemmed roses, a bottle of champagne and a box of her favorite chocolates. “Oh, it’s beautiful.” She said and hugged him. It made up for the past few weeks, and the pushy groupies and the cattiness of Neal’s and Jon’s wives. “I’m so glad you are there for me, I’d be lost without you.” Steve said sincerely and kissed her lips. He tasted salty from the sweat he’d worked up, on stage. “I know.” He said when she crinkled her nose. “I’m going to take a shower, how about you join me.”
The love making that was started in the shower, continued into the room as the lovers kissed their way to the king sized bed, both dripping wet, they didn’t care as they tumbled about on the bed, rediscovering each other’s bodies. The weeks cooped up on a bus, or on the same hotel floor with dozens of other people put a damper on their sex life when people were always tugging Steve this way and the other, but it also added spice to their love life, when they were able to be alone, truly alone and find unusual places to scratch “that itch”; the park, last row of a movie theater, once they even managed to do it on the bus with people sitting or rather sleeping close by. It was late one night and they were heading for the next city for a concert the following night, Steve got up to go to the bathroom. Sherrie wasn’t able to fall asleep, she looked out the window as city lights turned to farm land, and then complete darkness with a full moon high in the sky. Without asking he came back pulled his pants and underwear down and pulled her up onto his lap. “Everyone’s asleep” He whispered, knowing how shy she could be, and the thought of being caught would embarrass her. He pulled her pants and panties down, licked his fingers, fingered her and slipped a hand in her bra and cupped one of her breasts and played with her nipple until she was wet enough to slide down on his penis. Holding her at her waist, and with her help she eased up and down slowly on his member careful not to bump the seat ahead of them, they found the right rhythm, she pumped and ground against him, both having to contain their “love sounds” Steve could be vocal at times, but he held it in, his body told her how he was responding, his breaths came hot and fast against her neck, and he bit gently into her soft skin as he came, he held her tight until the grips of the orgasm released him. It always took her a little longer to have an orgasm after him; he found her g-spot and had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as she came.
She always wanted to ask him why he was so good at finding the g-spot, but she somehow knew it was a groupie that hipped him on to it, and it would have caused more trust issues with him, she was just thankful he was aware of it. She slid off of his lap and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Steve pulled up his pants and within minutes was sound asleep.
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