When I left Bobby and Nick's, I felt sluggish, even after taking a long, hot shower. What I did the night before was fun, but hard on my body. My hips ached, my pussy stung and my jaw hurt. There were bruises on my legs from being on all fours so long and on my ass from having four guys repeatedly crash their pubic bones into it. It was like what happens with having a baby: guys get all the pleasure, girls experience all the pain. The band was supposed to rehearse, but I just watched them in my music room while I kicked back waiting for my body to heal itself. I, of course, didn't tell them that I had gotten fucked to within an inch of my life while under the influence of weed, beer, wine and vodka the night before. Instead, I just said I wasn't feeling well, which was truthful, but also conveniently vague.

By early May, Joe had learned all the songs Pete and I had demanded he put in his repetoire and had rehearsed them with us, just in time for the prom, which was a couple weeks later. I then had the band work on UFO's "Doctor Doctor and "Rock Bottom," REO Speedwagon's "Ridin' the Storm Out" and Styx' "Lady." Both of the last two bands were largely only known in the Midwest at the time and hardly anywhere else. We put "Doctor Doctor" at the end of our main set and then "Freebird" to an encore slot.

We didn't care if people could dance to our set or not. We were just going to do our thing. So we opened it with Zep's "Rock and "Roll" amid big fusillades of pyro and "The Song Remains the Same" before Danny greeted the crowd while I played the opening arpeggios to "Black Diamond" before he screamed, "hit it!" and we began to hammer away at it. That was followed by the Rick Derringer version of "Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo," "Billion Dollar Babies" and Bowie's "The Jean Genie." Following more remarks to the crowd, Joe kicked off "Rebel Rebel" then we ratcheted the tempo up with "Burn" and the Stooges' "Search and Destroy." Danny told the crowd that we were going to play a song that characterizes high school perfectly. Tthat track he was speaking of was the NY Dolls' "Personality Crisis." We kept blazing away with "Ridin' the Storm Out" and Uriah Heep's "Easy Livin.'"

"Are any of you guys tired yet? Do you need mommy to tuck you in?" he said mockingly before we immediately jammed into "Mama Kin" and "We're an American Band." "This is for you high maintenance girls out there tonight," Danny laughed before I fingerpicked the intro to "Stairway to Heaven" on a 12 string acoustic while Joe did all the six string bits, including the solos. I retuned the 12 string and Danny and I did the Stones' "Wild Horses" as an unplugged two man piece. The rest of the band came back out on stage for "Lady" and we ended that first set with "Doctor Doctor," before which I told everybody to go out and buy the new UFO album, which had been released two days before.

We returned to the stage with "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath, which we all thought was a riot. A Sabbath tune at a prom! "Space Truckin'," with a long organ intro by John so he could show off his chops beyond what was on the Deep Purple original, was next and then Zep's "Black Dog." "This is our version of 'Home on the Range'!" Danny cracked to the dancers/onlookers/prom goers, where we did both "La Grange" and "Tush," with me performing the slide guitar part of the solo on the latter. "Was that a bit too rowdy for y'all?" Danny teased. "You want a bit of soft rock do ya?" before we plowed into "Roundbaout." "Here's what happens when you mix girls with jealousy and too many beers," Danny chuckled. He was alluding to "Gimme Three Steps." The successor to that was "Working Man." "This is for all the little girls out there toniight," Danny curtly informed them. We then did Badfinger's "No Matter What" and segued it  into the Beatles' "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." That turned into "Speed King/Highway Star," the combination of which went on for 20 minutes while Joe, John and I traded lead lines. "Well folks, it's time to say goodbye to high school. Good luck to you all and see you out on the road!" Danny declared. We then launched into "School's Out" and "Freebird", which Joe and I extended to 15 minutes with a lengthened guitar solo section, making it one motherfucking long farewell.

We were all completely knackered and drenched in sweat. I had worn a leather teddy, black pantyhose, vinyl platform boots and dark sunglasses with a bullwhip on my hip all night. I expected to catch some shit about my dominatrix outfit from the supervising teachers who were there or the principal, but not a peep. We played an absolute blinder and, after a while, it became less of a dance and more of a rock concert as the kids mostly just stood around watching us rather than shaking their booties. Cliff's drumming was just overpowering, the low frequencies from his powerful kick drum pounding rolling along the hardwood like a series of incipient earthquakes.

Monday, I came to school in red leather: skirt, platform shoes and halter top with a white glitter top hat and similarly hued underwear, including thigh high stockings, as well as mirrored sunglasses. I got a little bit of static about our prom set from some of the rah rahs. During one such exchange, which was in my Spanish 2 class, one girl remarked how she only knew about half the songs we performed. "Well dear," I retorted, "not all of us listen to KKDJ (an FM Top 40 station of the time). And besides, if we play the same old shit, it gets boring for everybody---the band and the audience." "And what was up with that outfit? How could you get up on stage wearing that?" "Well, I have the body for it and a little bit of outrage is exactly what rock and roll is about," I dismissed. "Look at the way you're dressed now! You look like a freak!" she complained. "Gee, thanks mom! Listen sweety, if you don't let that freak flag fly you just bore everybody, including yourself. Now when you've worked out enough that you can wear outfits like the one I have on and practice guitar every day for six years and play in a good band you get to dress like a star. It's the rock and roll code, babe. Deal with it." That argument ended when the teacher entered the room.

When I met Joe and Pete at lunch, they told me that a few guys actually thanked them for not playing Barry Manilow, Barbara Streisand or other gloppy dreck during the prom. A couple of those students' girlfriends accused us of "ruining the prom" with such heavy and often obscure music. Those boys felt it was karmic payback for making them spend way too much money on an event that in their heart of hearts they had zero interest in. In other words, they did it in hopes they could continue getting laid. Cowards!

June 1st, the debut Bad Company record was released. I went and bought it and, during the ensuing days, had the band learn, "Bad Company," "Rock Steady" and "Can't Get Enough." Danny was a big fan of Paul Rogers when he was in Free, so he was glad to see him resurface with a tunefully solid effort. Speaking for myself as a guitarist, it was cool seeing Mick Ralphs reappear after he had left Mott the Hoople. This all reminded me to teach the group "Wishin' Well"and  "All the Way from Memphis."

We began flyering all the high schools in the city about our rec hall gig on June 18th, which would be the last day of school. We called it the "School's Out Bash" We hoped that we could get at least 50 people to show up and come close to breaking even.

 I had also submitted the plans to have our stage built in mid-May. It wouldn't be ready until around the third week of July.. I was also having a new drum riser made that would have strobe lamps built into it. So at that first gig, we would have to rely on the small but still serviceable stage the Parks and Recreation Department would provide us. We would provide candy bars and bags of potato chips and plastic bottles of coke (at twice the store price, of course) for the audience to consume since we were going to let them smoke weed at the gig.

Pete and I were still sleeping together occasionally, too. We had a real understanding about each other and our relationship was more like brother and sister, except with sex involved.

The last weeks of school passed uneventfully and we (?) teenagers were finally left to our own devices for the next two and a half months. We met with the rec hall manager at 5:30 p.m. that day and were given the keys to the hall, which could hold maybe a hundred people if the stage weren't there and maybe 70 with it. Bobby and Nick arrived to keep an eye on things for us as our road crew trio hefted our equipment into position. We soundchecked at 7 p.m. and began to let people in at 7:30. John's girlfriend played cashier as people paid the $5 tariff while our two security men of convenience did quick pat downs of the incoming audience before letting them in. By the start of the show, we had 41 people there and, as soon as we closed the doors, the acrid perfume of marijuana smoke permeated the air. I took the proceeds and pocketed them for safe keeping.

We entered through the other door into the hall and hopped up on stage and tore into "Whole Lotte Love." Danny then greeted the audience and when he was done we did "Wishin' Well," "We're an American Band" and Montrose's "Rock Candy." We closed our two hour set with "Doctor Doctor," which elicited calls for an encore. We did "Can't Get Enough" and "Rocky Mountain Way" and went off stage again. They wanted us back (and it didn't take much for us to want to take the stage again) and we finished things up with "Freebird" before we turned the lights back on. There weren't any incidents, we played well and the audience did a good job raiding our munchies and cokes, so we actually didn't lose any money. John brought in the two cases of beer we had promised Nick and Bobby and I paid them off as we finished load out. Once our crew were finished and we locked the rec hall up (we also sprayed a shitload of Lysol in there to get rid of the scent of pot), I paid them and then brought the rec hall manager the keys the next morning. She didn't express any complaints to me when we checked the condition of the place together.

17 days after that, during the Fourth of July weekend, we did another rec hall show in a more northern part of the county in which I resided and that went off without a hitch. About 60 people turned up, smoked out, munched out, enjoyed themselves and left us with a small profit.

On the following Tuesday, I put on my bikini and went to the beach for a while. It was lovely and I saw lots of hot people there. I was walking down the strand on the way to the convenience store when this hot, well built surfer guy stopped me and asked if I wanted to come to a party that Friday. "If you're going to be at it," I said in the flirty tone of voice. "Don't worry about that," he led on. It was going to be at the beachfront rental duplex that he was hanging around in front of. He was obviously the bait for the girls that he and his friends wanted at the party.

Thursday, since I knew that munchies were going to be in demand and as a way to ingratiate myself to everybody, I guess, I made a batch of ten dozen chocolate chip cookies and brought them with me to the party There was a couple of cases of Budweiser in 12 ounce cans, a fifth of vodka, a couple bottles of Bacardi and a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila plus stuff to mix all that with. I unwrapped the cookies and piled them up next to the alcohol. When I got there, there were maybe a dozen guys and 15 or 16 girls, including me. I was the only Asian and the rest were white. I was dressed in jean shorts, a blue bikini top and sandals and the other girls were similarly skimpily attired. A couple of them were wearing only bikinis, in fact, as if they had been whisked off the beach that day.

I grabbed a beer and toked on a joint that was being passed around. The music being played was the rock hits of the day, some of it in my band's set list. The party goers seemed to really like the cookies. The guys didn't come off like frat members, just surfers with either rich parents or who had banded together to rent the entire duplex. They were all pretty nice looking with deep tans. The girls were also pretty cute. The more alcohol and weed everybody got in them the more sociable they were becoming. I had to keep my intoxication to a fair minimum, though, since I was going to have to drive home. So after about half a dozen hits of grass and a couple beers, I cut myself off.

One skinny surfer dude, who said his name was Jason, came up to me with a beer in his hand and told me what a fox I was, but then teased me about being so white while everyone else there was tanned. "Yeah, I don't get up here a lot," I giggled. He asked me if I was born in the U.S., which inspired me to inquire as to his citizenship. I know he didn't mean anything malicious by it, but it still rubbed me the wrong way. We joked around for another few minutes and then he asked me to go to bed with him. I assented to his request and we went out the front of the unit and up the stairs to another one above it and into what I guess was his bedroom. He kissed me and we made out for a few minutes while rolling around on the bed before he untied my bikini top and immediately sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I slipped my hand under his swim trunks and stroked his already stiff dick. I was still on a gentle, mellow high and the little jolts his suckling of my milk ducts entailed added to the very pleasant mood I was in

I pushed him off and scooted down to the end of the bed and pulled his shorts off, revealing a turgid six inch pole with average girth. I held his penis up in my lefthand and ran the tip of my tongue up and down the length of it for a couple of minutes to tease him before I brought the head between my lips and sucked on it softly several times, causing him to produce "uunggg" type sounds. The bottom of my tongue snaked over the tip of it a few times and then I pressed my lips together and transported them downward as far as I could on his shaft without gagging. "Ohhh fuckkk, that feels killer, babe," he praised. I sucked HARD every time I pulled my head upward as I furiously bobbed my head to move my lips over his schlong. His voice tightened and then I tasted his salty emission as it jetted on to my tongue. I showed it to him and gulped it down.

I slid in back next to him and he rolled over on his side, pushed my shorts and the bikini bottoms underneath them down my legs and fingered me while he resumed his assault on my nipples. The combination of these things tripped my trigger minutes later and I orgasmed. He went down on me and dined on the juices that were dripping from my hair free snatch while lashing my clit. He brought me off to an orgasm I can only describe as "easy" due to the light intensity of it. He was now hard again and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did and he jammed his tool into me, which, as it always did when someone penetrated me, felt amazing. I leaned my head down on a pillow and Jason reamed my pussy with gusto, the only sounds coming from either of us being moans. My ardor climbed and climbed until it seemed like my entire groin convulsed and I screamed, "I'm cumming!!" God, his cock felt soooo damned good and I told him so! He kept pumping away and I continued to orgasm until he splattered my cervix with his 19 year old's semen.

As I rolled over on my back, I caught something in the corner of my eye. I looked toward the bedroom door, which had been left open, and there stood the hunky guy who had invited me to the party two days earlier. "Hey Jason, mind if I join in?" he asked. "If she's into it she's all yours bro," Jason told him. Jason stood up and reclaimed his shorts and flip flops and split. Meanwhile, I turned my body so that my spread legs faced the door. I could feel cum sliding down my taint.