Sandra had been going over to my house throughout our very young relationship. I couldn't stay overnight at her place because I have dogs to care for, but I offered to go over to the apartment she shared with two other girls Tuesday just to give her a break from having to drive from her work on busy freeways. One of the girls was a cute little Chinese-American chick about my size she met at college and the other one was a white girl who had moved in pretty recently. They weren't musicians and neither was into heavy music, so maybe they were glad when Sandra would stay at my house where we could jam in my soundproofed music room without disturbing anyone. I totally want to sleep with the Chinese-American girl just because she's cute, but the other girl I couldn't care less about.

Sandra and I had a rather cursory introductory conversation with the other two, who are hetero, and then we went to her bedroom, which was pretty cramped because of all her music related stuff, including her gear, in addition to her tv and the other usual stuff folks cram into their houses. She apologized to me for not being able to observe some of the rules I have imposed on her, but I said that a break from them was probably good for her and she could be more relaxed. BDSM is all about fun for me anyway. We actually spent most of our time that night either just watching You Tube together on her laptop or having sex. I left around midnight to return home to my dogs and my own bed.

I didn't see her again until Friday night. I went to her place, picked her up and we went to dinner before moving on to my house. We jammed for a few hours and got to sleep at about 3 a.m. We woke up around noon and went to the beach and had lunch there. Of course, I made Sandra wear that string bikini and guys were staring at us like nobody's business. But I wasn't really trolling for cock at that juncture and so I kind of ignored the interest.

Going to the beach always puts me in a relaxed frame of mind. When Sandra stripped upon our arriving back at my place, I had her stand for inspection. I spent about 15 minutes just looking at her, those narrowly cut eyes, the pert lips, the bite sized breasts, the lean, supple shape of her torso, her skinny but nonetheless nicely shaped legs and her soft, white skin with just a hint of yellow in it, the cute slit near the meeting point of her torso and legs that was complemented by an equally inviting little ass, her long, delicate fingers that somehow were able to rip out some of the most fearsome riffs and leads and a smile that just made her seem to glow. I was smitten pretty hard. I took her upstairs and had her lay in bed on her back with me quietly while I admired her face, especially those eyes. I kissed her so gently, so tenderly, while brushing the top of her head trying to make her non-verbally understand how I cared for her. Yes, this was an entanglement, but, at least for now, one in which I was glad to be ensnared. I grasped her hands and kissed the palms because I wanted her to carry my affection with her wherever she went. She reached up with her righthand as I looked down on her and caressed my left cheek. I put my hand on hers and held it as she continued to hold my face in it. I bent my head down and just barely allowed my lips to meet hers and held them there for a few seconds before then catching just the edge of her lips with my kiss and repeating that before opening my mouth wider, wrapping her in my arms and laying an emotion packed smooch on her, our tongues dancing over each other with her mouth stretched open enough to permit me as deep access as possible. All of this wordlessly.

I took my clothes off and embraced her again, our two soft bodies against each other. We spent the better part of the next hour just silently kissing each other. I entwined my legs with hers and hugged her with as much force as I could like I was attempting to meld her skin with mine. Then I rotated my body and guided her head to my shoulder and we relaxed in that manner for quite a while, I don 't know how long it was, with her holding my righthand next to her heart. It was totally girly but it felt so good to me. I got up and told her to stay in bed. I went down to the kitchen, made dinner and brought it up to her. She really liked it and afterward we cuddled again and verbally reconfirmed our love for each other. I then had her get dressed in something of her choosing, which was just jeans and a t-shirt, and we took my dogs to the park for a walk at dusk. Afterward,, I fed the canines and jammed with Sandra for a couple of hours before showering and calling it a night. It was just a lovely day.

Sunday, she got her period and she felt like crap all day long, which sucked. I babied her and enjoyed doing that for her. I didn't see her at all after that until the practice we had Thursday. Then I got MY period a couple days later while she was at my house, but my symptoms are so light that it didn't affect me that much other than feeling kinda gross from the bloating.

Monday, Terry told us she had booked us a club gig out in fucking Riverside two weeks hence, which meant we were going to be playing in front of a bunch of dumbass rednecks. For those of you not from Southern  California, Riverside County is the armpit of the suburban L.A.-Orange County region and culturally is like Alabama without the accent. The Klan is big there relative to how sizable it is elsewhere in the state. The only good thing one could say about the city of Riverside is that it isn't Fontana. Shit, San Bernadino, which is another dungheap, looks down on Riverside. And then there is the heat and smog that hangs over the place like a 400 pound drunk who needs to be carried out of the bar by his buddies. Call it Fresno for dummies. The 91 Freeway is a nightmare at the time we would be driving up there before load in, too.

Then the Saturday following the Riverside show, we had a gig scheduled at a bar in a place up near Fullerton that was a well known biker hangout. The irony is that the bikers were almost certainly going to be better behaved than the rednecks.

So we rehearsed Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, took two days off, and then practiced at my place on Sunday. But first, we went to the beach together, I made dinner with some help from Sandra and then we jammed. So all in all, it was a fun day and I think  helped bond us together more as a group.

We did the gig in Riverside that Monday. That was weird for me because, at least back in the good old days when I used to go to shows all the time, clubs were usually shuttered on that day. Perhaps as a result, there were only around 30-40 people there. Some asshole tried to grab for the headstock of my Strat when I was posing in the middle of a solo and he got tossed. Other than that, we were tight and it went off pretty much without incident other than the usual, "show us your tits!" shit most female musicians put up with from drunken clubgoers.

Friday, as I suspected, was a better show with maybe a hundred or so there. Yeah, there was a lot of hooting and catcalling, but a lot of the bikers were older and therefore much more into the material than the Riverside crowd was and while they were more vociferous, they were also cooler. They kept bringing us back for a total of four encores. How much of that was just them wanting to see chicks playing metal and how much was the quality of the material and/or the actual performance, I don't know. Just in case, though, once we did our set, we broke down our gear as fast as we could and then hightailed it out since we weren't sure how they would be at the apogee of their mounting intoxication.

Of course, since it was a weekend, I had Sandra home with me. After leaving the gig, we showered together and we definitely took our time. We ate each other in turn as the water splashed off of us and were in there for the better part of an hour. We toweled off and blow dried our hair. I had Sandra stand for inspection once again and couldn't resist cupping that little ass of hers. God, it's so cute! I then told her to go wait in bed while I made us some green tea. We drank it and then curled up in each other's arms and fell asleep.

I woke up a little after eight Sunday to the sensation of Sandra licking and sucking my clit. She ate me to a very relaxing orgasm and then I  got up and brushed my teeth before we had breakfast and went gear shopping. First, we went to a major chain guitar store mainly to show off. We took a couple of cheapo Ibanez RG series guitars off the wall and plugged into a couple Marshal combo amps and kicked right into "Blackout." That started to draw s crowd, especially as both of us were dressed in jean shorts and halter tops (mainly because it was in the high 80's, btw). So I did Ted Nugent's "Just What the Doctor Ordered" and then Sandra did one of her favorite songs, Rainbow's "Long Live Rock and Roll." I knew the tune, so I did a rhythm guitar part under her. In the meantime, some of the kids, who were mostly junior high age, had their camera phones out and somebody posted footage of us doing the last two tunes on You Tube, I later found out, under the heading,  "two cute Asian chicks shredding," even though shredding we weren't in the typical sense. We decided to end the impromptu concert before we would likely get kicked out.

As we churned through the different stores, neither of us saw anything we really wanted and we returned to my place, leashed up my dogs and took them to the park. There was a slow pitch softball game going on at the diamond there and Sandra and I and the dogs kicked back under a tree down the first base line and watched it mainly because we had nothing better to do. There were a couple of 15-16 year olds playing catch with each other maybe about a hundred feet from us and they kept looking over at us. I was wondering when they would hit on us. After a little while had passed and we were getting up to go back home, they came walking over, probably thinking "it's now or never." Of course, they thought that they would, as Todd did, look cool if they did the whole annoying wigger thing. We just laughed and I told them that they looked like idiots because they were trying way too hard and being something that they weren't. That didn't deter them and one of them asked how old we were. "I'm 22 and my girlfriend here is 24," I replied. "How about you guys?" "We're 16," one of them rejoindered. "Well, I guess we're told old for you," I estimated and we began to walk away. "Wait ladies, age is only a number," one of them blurted. "Not to the California penal code it isn't," I snarked and we headed home.

Wednesday, there was a Children of Bodom concert at the Hollywood Palladium. I picked Sandra up at her work and we tooled up to the venue. We got there just before the opening act, some local band I wasn't familiar with, came on stage. They were metalcore. Ugh. After they had finished, Sandra and I were standing off to one side far enough way not to get sucked into the mosh pit but still close enough to have a nice view of the stage. Sandra noticed that there were four guys a couple of feet away and a couple of them were staring at us. We were both dressed in white bustiers that were held together by drawstrings, white mini skirts and white thigh high stockings and white heels, which contrasted hella good with our long black hair and brown eyes. I caught the eye of one of the guys and smiled at him. He looked away and then out eyes met again and I smiled again. I guess that encouraged him to slide over and open with, "so how long have you guys been into Children of Bodom?" That evolved into the "get to know me" kind of conversation. As it turned out, they were from the same county Sandra and I were and were all in college. The guy who made the initial contact with me was named Guy.. He was just under six feet tall, probably about 160 pounds or so, had long brown hair to the middle of his back, wore glasses and was 27. He had just begun going back to school after having taken sporadic breaks from it and, as fate had it, was studying Japanese in addition to his major. He was super nice and really intelligent with a sarcastic sense of humor plus an eclectic musical appetite. He also played a little guitar but confessed he really sucked at it. The more I talked to him the more I was digging him.

There was a 20 year old second generation Japanese-American, George, in that group, too. He was a stringbean and right at six feet tall, it appeared, but a really nice guy with a goofy sense of humor. He was learning guitar at the time, too.

Then there was Guy's best friend Miguel, who was around 6'1" and 170 pounds with a hard, flat chest, nice skin and abs and a cute face with intense eyes. However, he was a little emotionally immature since he was only 19, but nonetheless seemed like a well meaning dude and he also played guitar, though he said that he still had a long way to go to be a good player.

The fourth was named Darrell and he was the shortest of the four at about 5'7" and in the mid-100 pound range somewhere. He impressed me as being a little insecure. Guy later told me that Darrell's parents were totally psycho and had driven him a little nuts, too. Darrell, though, was basically a nice guy, but he really needed to just relax.

The interval between bands went quickly due to us being so involved in the conversation and the lights went out and CoB hit the stage and just fucking killed. The mosh pit was a maelstrom of careening bodies. I don't really get the whole moshing thing myself. Sandra and I as well as the four guys were more intent on watching Alexi Laiho and his band shred up one side of the Palladium and down the other and we couldn't resist the odd headbang. About three quarters of the way through their set, I felt Guy's hand on my shoulder. I picked it off and guided it down to my hips and then I wrapped one arm around him, too,  and that is how we spent the rest of the set.

After the show ended, we drifted back to the parking lot. I said goodbye to Guy and kissed him goodnight and both Sandra and I gave hugs to the other guys, too. We made plans to meet at my alma mater on Saturday since everybody would be off of work or wouldn't have any school that day. Guy and George both went to my old university while Miguel was in junior college and Darrell was going to a different Cal State campus. I picked that site since I thought it would make a congenial neutral area here we could all get to know each other better before I decided to invite them to my place.

So Saturday, we met them in an empty quad. Sandra had wondered out loud on the way back from the concert how big Miguel's cock was. She was betting he was really packing and I concurred because I wanted to suck his dick, too. We talked for a couple of hours and they really were nice. I was wearing a little push up halter top and matching shorts but was barefoot. Sandra was in just jeans and a tank top and wore flats. I was really blown away by Guy's wide ranging intellect and loopy sense of humor and was feeling increasingly attracted to him. I took him aside at one point and explained to him that while I really liked him and that we could sleep together every now and again I was already in a committed relationship with Sandra and wasn't looking for anything serious with a male. He was good with that since he said he was really too overwhelmed with work and school to have a regular girlfriend. In fact, it would turn out that he generally wouldn't be available at all except from Saturday afternoon to Sunday evening and that was only if he wasn't too tired.

Meanwhile, George, who worked in his parents' restaurant while he attended college, was seriously macking on Sandra and making her laugh with his wacky antics. It didn't appear that either Miguel or Darell really had a clue on how to hit on us. Either that or they weren't that interested. We hung out with the boys for about three hours and then had to go to a rehearsal. On the way back to my place, I discussed it with Sandra and she was definitely interested in George. Both of us also wanted to get a shot at Miguel.. Therefore, I texted those three later that day and told them to be at my house at noon the next day.

Sunday, when they got there, I still insisted on Sandra being naked while she was in my home. So when I let them into my foyer, the first sight that greeted them was Sandra's nudity. They definitely didn't expect THAT and you could see their jaws being agape. I took them into my living room, where I had some sodas and snacks on the coffee table. I explained to them that not only was Sandra my girlfriend and my bandmate, but also my slave and that she wasn't allowed to wear clothes while she was at my residence. That elicited some "woah"s. She sat between George and Miguel while I sat in Guy's lap and started kissing him. Sandra began kissing George and then switched to Miguel, which provoked them to feel her up.  I pulled Guy's t-shirt off of him and then dropped to my knees on the floor and undid his belt and the button on his jeans and unzipped them. I yanked them and his boxers down and gripped his already stiff cock and enclosed my mouth around it. He was six inches with average thickness but still nice. He moaned as my lips skated up and down the length of his shaft,  his watery pre-cum dripping on to my tongue.

While that was going on, George was also kneeling on the floor and had Sandra's legs spread open and his head buried in her vulva while Miguel sucked on her nipples, inspiring her to sigh dreamily. I was fondling Guy's balls while his dick rode my tongue and he was loving every lick and bit of suction. He had his eyes closed and stroked the back of my head as I pushed him closer and closer to climax with my mouth, his cockhead burrowing itself into my throat over and over again. His breathing growing rougher and emitting strangled growls, he eventually flooded my mouth with a thick salty load that I gleefully showed to him before I swallowed it down.

I could hear Sandra giving directions to George on how to eat her and she was becoming more and more excited. Miguel kissed her passionately while he fingered her erect milk nubs. Guy had me sit on the couch and he was now on the floor. I reclined against the sofa back and slid my hips forward so that he would have easy access to my pussy. I felt his tongue lashing my clit and oh yeah, I soon began getting those hot, pleasurable jolts. Sandra's breathing at that juncture was totally out of control and she let out a choked cry as her orgasm invaded her.

"Get out of the way George, I'm going to fuck her," Miguel declared. When George retreated, Sandra got on to all fours. I watched as Miguel's cock sprung from his pants, which had slipped to the floor. He was totally hung and was at least eight inches and fat. Another jolt elicited by Guy's tongue made me close my eyes again while Miguel impaled Sandra's tender pussy with his weapon. George scrambled up and sat on top of the sofa back so that Sandra could suck him while Miguel stuffed her cunt with gusto. "Oh fuck, this is hot pussy," Miguel praised. I was ascending toward the summit of pleasure, the moans, sighs and sounds of Miguel's cock being shoved into Sandra's fuck tunnel echoing off the walls of my living room. Guy then towed me over the edge and I panted and gasped as I felt the muscles in my groin contracting hard and squeezing the hot, piercing sensations upward to my brain.

George's cock was more average like Guy's, but it was a darker caramel hue like the rest of his skin and Sandra was having a good old time entertaining George with her mouth. Occasionally, she would pull of to moan, "Oh fuck, God, your cock is so fucking huge!" to Miguel   Two minutes later, Sandra's breathing sped up and she let out an agonized scream as another orgasm shook every cell in her body. George's pre-cum was filling her stomach as her lips coasted over his unit. I was about to visit that summit again myself and just as I was beginning to feel the first reports of multiple orgasms, Miguel cannonaded shot after shot of his hot jizz deep into Sandra's twat. I was now grabbing the fabric of the couch cushions while Guy's tongue made me tremble and shudder repeatedly. While in the midst of what was probably my fifth orgasm in that series, George's love gun fired sperm bullet after sperm bullet in Sandra's welcoming yapper.

Guy withdrew his head from my crotch and was getting ready to fuck me. I suggested we all strip and then go upstairs to my bedroom. Sandra's pussy dripped cum on her thighs as she padded up the staircase. I sat on the front edge of the bed and Guy stabbed my hole with his flesh knife. Needless to say, I was exceedingly worked up and I urged Guy  to screw me with abandon. This he did and I was thrashing, sighing, gasping, writhing and grunting with each thrust of his sweet spear and soon had me calling God and rolling my eyes up into my head. "Oh fuck yeah baby, God, I love it!" I moaned gutturally. I screamed so loud when I came that it reverberated around the entire house.

By that time, Miguel was hard again and was getting a hummer from Sandra while George was lining his cockhead up with her pink entryway. George rammed his man drill into her moist pleasure center, her moaning stifled by Miguel's dick, which was alternately disappearing into her cakehole and then emerging again, each passage exerting friction on his engorged fuck stick. I was cumming over and over, my pubic muscles endlessly spasming and igniting my ecstasy like a roman candle.

Sandra was now joining me, as George's battering ram destroyed any impediment to her most ultimate of pleasures, her and my voices comprising a symphony of sensuality besmirched only by the obscene sounds of Guy's flesh hammer being pumped in and out of me and the moisture around Sandra's holes creating similar noises. After about 25 minutes, Miguel pulled out of Sandra's mouth and firehosed her face with his spunk. That sight no doubt was the final blow for George, who spackled Sandra's humid cavern with his mancream. At around the same instance, Guy spewed forth and emptied his balls into me. We all collapsed in satiation. .