Sonny ended our conversation without asking me on a date. I think he took to heart what I said about him not having a car while I did. I might have shrunk his balls a bit there. It would be interesting to see if he ever called back again.

Tuesday, a rep from a four year university called wanting to book us. It would be the Wednesday the same week as the juco gig. Sweet. I did housework and the other band members came over that night to rehearse, where I told them about the two appearances we would be doing.

As the week progressed, more bookings were entered. Sonny called again Friday night asking if I wanted to go to a party. I agonized over it because I wasn't sure I wanted to attend some dumbass teen wingding. Then it struck me that I could shmooze the kids there and perhaps they would want to come see us sometime down the road. The kicker was that I would have to drive there by myself. I can't say I was totally surprised, though. So I motored to where the "party" was. Again, like with the guys who had disparaged the idea of women playing guitar, this was more of a small get together for the purpose of getting high at a house where the parents weren't home. In this case, the parents had gone on a weekend getaway. In addition to Sonny and Brad, there were four other people there. I definitely felt like I was slumming.

Sonny introduced me to everyone and a joint was lit and passed around. I opted to not partake and so the next couple of hours were spent just listening to music and trading goofy jokes. Sonny was sitting next to me on the livingroom couch and I guess the weed lent him some courage because he put his arm around me. I've never been much for turning down a good cuddle and so I let him keep it there. They continued smoking it and pretty soon the conversation reached an impasse as everyone was now pretty wasted. I knew that Sonny was likely to be pretty horny and I was waiting for when he would inevitably try something. He didn't disappoint, as he turned toward me, looked into my eyes and slowly moved to put his lips on mine. He attempted to undo my blouse, but I batted that down. Things got more heated between us and I felt that familiar slickness between my legs. Whispering in my ear, he asked me if I wanted to go to upstairs to bed. I retorted that this wasn't his house and told him to kiss me some more. We continued to tongue wrestle and he groped my left breast over my blouse and bra. I was becoming pretty horny myself and was kissing him just as hard as he was me. He pleaded again to be allowed to take me upstairs, but I stayed strong and said no. I actually wanted to take him home so we could have a good rutting, but I was afraid of the possibility that I would get pulled over. I knew nothing would happen to me, but he would get in big trouble with his parents at the very least since he wasn't protected from arrest by Vishnu as I was.

"I think I'd better go," I informed him and went home. I'm sure he had an epic case of blue balls and, having been a male, I felt guilty about that.

Saturday, he called me. "Are you mad?" he inquired. I giggled and replied in the negative. "I knew you were going to try something as soon as you guys started getting high," I chuckled. "Besides, we would have had sex if it was in a more private setting," I said. "I was enjoying the making out as much as you were." "Cool!" he bubbled. "You want to hang out?" he begged. I rolled my eyes. Boy, this guy just won't get the leadership message. "I'll tell you what, Sonny, I'll pick you up and we'll go to Bear Flag Park because there are some things I need to talk to you about," I explained. He was into that and I got directions to his place. I collected him about half an hour later and took him to the aforementioned park. We kicked it in a shady tree lined section  to get out of the summer heat and I proceeded to explain how relations between men and women actually work. I emphasized that he had to stop drifting through life just hoping things would bend his way and take the bull by the horns and make them happen himself. "Like I said at the beach, sweety, you went for it when you saw me and you went for it when you were high, but when you're sober you get timid in the middle of the game. 90% of making any hustle work is just having balls, honey," I propounded. "No guts, no glory and no pussy," I stated firmly. I then used hypothetical situations to illustrate what I was talking about.

"So how come you're telling me all this?" he pondered. "Because I hate to see people flail and waste their time. It causes so much stress and insecurity," I reasoned. "Thanks," he expressed brightly. "I want to see your house," he declared. I smiled because this was a sign he was beginning to take some of my advice. "Okay baby, let's go," I consented. When we arrived at my place, I showed him my music room. "Is all this stuff yours?"  he asked. "Nah," I denied. "The keyboard setup belongs to a guy in my band and so do some of the amps and the drum kit," I revealed. "This is totally cool," he burbled. 'Yeah, if you want to increase your chances of getting chicks, learn to play guitar. If you want to join a band, though, there is always a shortage of bass players, but singers and guitarists still get almost all the female attention," I instructed.

We went back out to my livingroom and I asked him what he thought of my home. "It's definitely nice, Melody. I could dig living here." "Well sweety, if you work hard, you can get a house like this, too," I pointed out. "Oh yeah? How did you end up with this kind of pad?" he riposted. "I got it the old fashioned way: I inherited it," I giggled. That amused him.

There was a break in the conversation. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me toward him. He kissed me passionately and my heart began to race while my pussy commenced lubricating. I ran my lefthand up his tank top and explored the topography of his chest. He slipped his hand up my top and tried to unhook my bra. I explained to him how to do it and  soon felt my boobies tumbling out as he extracted the brassiere from my body. I pulled my top off, exposing my tits to him. He felt me up and I whispered in his ear how to do it to heat me up. I then pullled his head down to have him suckle my nipples. I directed the manner in which he did it and was soon moaning eight to the bar. "Hey baby, throw me over your shoulder cave man style and take me to bed," I ordered. "God, that's so hot when a guy does that," I proclaimed as he tromped off toward my sleeping chamber with my form slung over his body.

He gently dropped me on to my bed. "Okay sweety, get those clothes off!" I breathily intoned with a huge smile. My eyes went to his groin as he peeled his shoes, socks, jeans and, finally, his boxers off. My eyes widened when I got a gander at how hung he was. He was a rock hard eight inches plus and thick. His weapon reminded me a lot of the one wielded by Jim. "Okay honey, now pull my pants and panties off," I commanded, but do it slowly." He unsnapped my jeans and grabbed them at the waistband and pulled them down my legs and off, leaving me in a pair of blue silk panties. He deprived me of those, too, and he finally got a look at a real live pussy. I sat up in bed and grasped his sturdy schvanz, stroking it at a leisurely pace. He tried to fondle my breasts, but I told him to kiss me instead. After about five minutes of that, I slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor, taking his meat into my mouth. He gasped as his brain first registered how my tongue and lips felt on his protuberance and then emitted a long groan. "Does that feel good?" I interrogated with a giggle. "God, like you wouldn't believe," he moaned. I sped up my head bobbing and the friction from my soft,  moist lips over his penis nudged him closer and closer until he expelled his burden into my yapper.

"Oh my God, that felt so good!" he enthused. I giggled. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, honey. Now it's your turn," I said. "What do you mean?" 'I want you to eat my pussy," I asserted. "Oh, okay," he awkwardly acknowledged. Again, keep in mind that this was the 1970's and so kids weren't looking at internet porn yet or talking about sex with each other in the much freer way they do now. Therefore, boys weren't as knowledgeale about satisfying women as they would later become. I opened my legs as far as I comfortably could and pointed out where my clit was and how good it feels when it's stimulated with fingers and tongue. I also explained about the g spot and how to use his fingers on it. He set about darting his tongue at my nubbin. I reminded him to keep his facial muscles, especially those around his jaw, relaxed as he endeavored to get me off. I think he was initially afraid it would taste like pee or something. As time progressed, he became more aggressive, sucking on it, too. The more I sighed and that my breathing became more difficult to control, the more glee he seemed to take in stimulating me and I went right over the proverbial falls, pulling his head into my crotch and pleading with him to keep it up. I came a couple more times before he complained that his jaw was tiring.

He was back at attention already and slid up between my legs. I guided his fat dick into me. "Oooh man!!"  he exalted in getting his dick wet for the first time in his life as I felt it boring into the deepest sectors of my body. I reminded him to relax as he thrust his cock into me and to use long, slow strokes at first. His stuffing me with that very filling fuck stick generated such euphoric friction that I ascended the mountain of pleasure with great alacrity. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!!" I panted. "Fuck me harder!!" I begged and he slammed his meat knife into me like Jack the Ripper, sending me into paroxysms of ecstasy. "Oh God baby, oh fuck, your cock feels so good!" I celebrated as he cleaved my slit time and again, handing me another searing climax. I pressed my nails into his back while a captive of the flexion of his hips and the protrusion they pushed and pulled inside me, my legs resting on his lower back. "God Sonny, oh fuck yesssssssss," I hissed as I felt the tide building again and then there was a huge crash within me when the multiple orgasms surged through me, the unstoppable pleasure owning me as long as he was able to hold out. That was for about another five minutes before he unleashed his mancream into me.

I pulled him down on me as his cock went flaccid and went into reverse. I know that inside he was doing his own private touchdown dance, but all I heard was his breathing slowing. "God, that was good, baby," I praised. "You're not kidding, Melody. You're so cool," he exclaimed. "Thanks, sweety." He still had a few things to learn, but I would let him revel in losing his virginity before putting my sex teacher's cap back on.