Everybody left after we concluded the rehearsal except for Jessica. "Melody, do you mind if I take a shower before I go home?" she pleaded. "I feel kinda gross after what we did today." "No problem, sweety. Let me get you a towel and a wash cloth. I'll be right back," I permitted. I was wondering why she didn't just wait until she got home to clean herself up like the other members. She followed me into the hallway where my linen closet was. When I handed her the towel and washcloth, she took them from me and then, with a blush, and very timidly, asked, "would you like to join me?" I smiled and rejoindered that I would be delighted. Both of us giggled as I snagged my own towel and wash cloth and led her into my bedroom, where we both stripped. We were both grinning widely as we silently undressed. My heart was racing. I was hoping that her intentions weren't innocent.

I had only seen her in a bikini before. Her long, newly tanned body, which had stark white tan lines around her crotch and round, heavy breasts, wide hips, long dark brown hair and heart shaped ass were all now totally bare for my eyes to consume as I pleased. She had a full bush that unfortunately concealed some of the finer details of her vulva, but that was how women in the 1970's rolled. I ran the shower and, when it was warm enough, I said it was okay to get in. Soon, the water was sliding off of our bodies in long rivulets and the overhead lighting made her skin seem to sparkle. "How do you not have a boyfriend? You're a fox!" I quizzed her. She smiled at me wickedly and shot back, "I think you know why." "So are you into girls exclusively?" I interrogated. "Yeah. How about you, Melody?" "I'm bisexual," I confessed. "I'm mostly into men, but I've been with a few women, too." She put her arms on my shoulders and revealed, "when II first showed up to audition for you guys, I was instantly attracted to you, Melody. You're just so amazingly foxy. And oh my God, can you play guitar!" "Thanks honey. That's really sweet of you to say that," I softly giggled. She tilted her head and I did the same as our lips made contact. We wrapped our arms around each other while we exchanged a series of short and long kisses.

"Sorry if I don't know all the terminology, but you're basically a top, right?" I wondered, thinking that saying, "dyke" might be insulting. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," she responded. "I still like to dress girly as a defense mechanism so I don't get bashed, but I'm actually pretty aggressive." "Well look, Jessica, obviously I'm fine with who you are, but I tend to go more for lipstick lesbians plus, as far as the band goes, you continuing to look beautiful is good for our marketability and your personal popularity with an American audience. We have to live in the real world. I've put so much time, energy and money into the group that I don't want to see it swallowed up by sexual politics." "Yeah, I know what you're talking about. I actually wondered if you were a top the way you were calling the shots since I've been with you guys." I laughed shyly. "Well, somebody has to be the leader. My chops and musical knowledge gave me the credibility I have in the band even though there were a lot of doubters at my school and among musicians in general because I was both Asian and female. I'm sorry to ask you to be something you may feel your not, but it's the hand we've been dealt and we'll just have to play it. I, too, would like to just walk up to women I'm attracted to and ask them out, but obviously that isn't possible at this point in history yet. The music business is way heteronormative. Maybe 10-15 years from now  we'll be able to finally come out of the closet." "Yeah, you're probably right. But we'd better wash ourselves before we turn into prunes," Jessica laughed. I chuckled and we proceeded to slather our naked bodiies with soap and shampoo our hair.

We finished showering and, once we toweled ourselves off and blow dried our hair, ended up in bed, where Jessica cuddled and kissed me. I quietly measured the weight of her considerable melons while I fondled them as I enjoyed the sensation of my body being nestled in her left arm and the softness of her lips. "How did you know I was into women?" I queried to her. "I could see it in your eyes, Melody, the way they scanned my face and body and the hungry expression on your face." I giggled. "It was THAT obvious, huh?". She bashfully laughed and confirmed that it was. She was gently manipulating my knockers now and that warm slickness between my legs was becoming more and more pronounced. She rolled me on to my back and sucked my left nipple into her mouth, eliciting a long moan from me. My lefthand skated up and down her back while she stoked my passion, her tits weighing on my skin. "Oh my God, Jessica, that feels so good," I evaluated breathily. Her fingers did some walking down my abdomen and into my bare pink flower patch and I was soon experiencing the synergy of my nipples being distended by her suction and the impact of her fingers  on my clitoris. My nose absorbed the wonderful scent of her freshly showered body while my hand drifted down to her cute ass and squeezed it every now and again as I sensed the heat building within me by the second. "Oh Godddd Jessica, I'm going to cum!" I panted and then squealed as the orgasm went through me like a tornado through Oklahoma.

She backed herself down to the edge of my bed and I felt her soft, wet tongue on my love button and then blood rushing to the tip of it when she sucked on it. I shivered euphorically and oh my God, her tender lips against my vulva was killer in its own right, as she took me to a protracted series of climaxes, my hips bucking back toward her mouth and my pubic muscles jerking, my juices splashing her face. After God only knows how long, she insinuated herself between my legs and, as I hugged one of her knees, she ground her cunt into mine and I did likewise into hers to visit the heights of orgasmic ecstasy again, her and I cooing and sighing as we did so, our thighs and groins smeared by our mutual lubrication. The grinding continued until we became tired out. She slid up next to me, encircled my petite self in her arms and we smiled and giggled as we waited for our bodies to recover from the exertion and the endorphins.

I was so digging where I was at that moment, having had sex with a tall, beautiful woman and laying in her arms, my naked body being warmed by hers and vice versa. The thing was, though, that lesbians, being women, don't have the same voracious sex drive that I had since I possessed the same desire that I had as a young male. Thus, me having a female as an exclusive partner wasn't going to happen. The question, though, was, did I bite off more than I could chew allowing Jessica to bed me, something that I definitely wanted? Was it going to be a case of "be careful what you ask for"? Would she now want to claim me as her own? What she then said while she cuddled me was shocking but understandable.

"Melody, can I move in with you?" "Oh shit!" I initially thought to myself. "Why do you want to do that, sweety?" I cross examined. "Well, because you know who I am I wouldn't have to hide myself like I do at home. And  you're here, too." "Jessica, honey," I opened, "I would love to have you here, especially since it would give me more of an opportunity to keep pushing your ability. But as I said before, I'm mostly into guys and don't want a girlfriend right now." She laughed. "You're so silly, Melody. When you told me you were mostly into guys I knew that a relationship between us wouldn't work. The reason I had sex with you was because you're a fox. I wasn't looking for anything else," she smiled. "If I was going to have a girlfriend it would have to be a fulltime lesbian who wouldn't jump on the first hot cock she becomes infatuated with." Well, she had just called me a slut, but she was also right. After all, I was the person who once slept with Jim and Pete at the same time. "I'm glad you feel that way," I reacted.

"So can I move in with you?" she pleaded. "No problem, Jessica, but you're going to have to follow a few rules or I'll kick your ass out of here at Mach one," I informed her. I then disclosed those stipulations: she had to pickup after herself, she had to keep her bedroom and bathroom clean and neat, no drinking except on social occasions, no drugs other than pot, no disturbing the neighbors, she would have to remain in school AND in the band for the duration of her time in my domicile and keep making progress toward her degree. Finally, if she brought any girls home, they had to be sane and not have alcohol or drug issues or a criminal past. And the girlfriends would have to get along with me or they weren't welcome. I further indicated that it was okay if she didn't work or pay rent as long as she kept her grades up. She was also not to resent any other people I sleep with, be they male or female. Jessica assented to those demands and, a week later, she moved in. The bedroom she took was already furnished, so she didn't have to bring any furniture other than the cabinet her audio equipment was ensconced in.

I also had a welcome dinner for her, which she thought was wonderful, and then after we ate, we showered together and had sex in my bedroom, with her holding me as we both surrendered to the fatigue of the day and fell into a satisfying slumber naked.

Monday morning, I made breakfast for the two of us and then we went out to do the weekly shopping, this time for two rather than just me. After we unloaded the groceries and put them away, we both warmed up and waited for the rest of the group to come over. With the Zep tribute gig only two weeks and change away, we went into dress rehearsal mode. Now Jessica was going to have to put all the lessons I and the rest of the group had imparted to her since she had been with us. I had to hand it to Pete and Kelly: they were in the pocket now and sounded tight. Of course, Joe and I were locked in like we were twins. Kelly's playing wasn't as explosive as Cliff's, but it was nonetheless getting the job done because he had more overall dynamic control than Cliff did.

Jessica sang her ass off, but there were some unfocused moments and we told her that we needed her to be on 100% of the time. She couldn't check in and out or it would kill the intensity of the audience experience. It was important that one relax on stage so that things will flow naturally, but while concentrating hard on what you're doing. It was akin to the old Jimmy Page description of Zeppelin at one show being,  "loosely tight."

Tuesday, a prop house that I had contacted to find us some light bars (similar to the ones cops have on the top of their cars) called me to say that they got a hold of a couple. I had to leave in the middle of rehearsal to go up to L.A. to purchase them and bring them home. The drive home was no fun, believe me.

We took a break Wednesday, but were back at it Thursday and Friday. Saturday, I brought Jessica to my old high school's amphitheater again and put her through her paces, mainly working on imbuing her with the sense of owning the stage and the audience. From there, we went to the beach, where I had a bitch of a time finding an open parking space. Once I did, we made a beeline for the water to cool our bodies down before taking a long jog down by the waterline. When we circled back to our towels, we oiled each other up for a little tan maintenance. "God, Melody," Jessica whispered. "I would love to eat you right now." I giggled and echoed the agreeability of the idea of Jessica's tongue on my clit while the ocean breeze wafted over our bodies under the warm sun. Too bad we couldn't do it.

As time passed, she made remarks about the girls and women who were around us (in a low voice, of course), notifying me about what she wanted to do with some of them. "God Jessica, you're as bad as some guys I know," I laughed. "When was the last time you had some cock, anyway?" she played off. "Way too long," I vented. "Did you ever fuck a guy before, Jessica?" "No, they never interested me. Even when I played doctor with kids in my neighborhood it was always with girls."

She told me earlier in the week during one discussion that the first time she ever kissed a girl was in sixth grade when a friend of hers wanted to practice it because she liked a classmate and wasn't sure she could do it right. Then in junior high, Jessica began using that excuse as a subterfuge to make out with her otherwise hetero friends. But even though she was engaging in lesbian activity, she didn't even know there was a word for it until she was in eighth grade. Her affection for girls, though, made her popular among her unsuspecting female classmates, who thought she was merely outgoing and nice.

She finally had her first experience with a girl as a high school junior when she was approached by one of her teammates on the softball squad during a sleepover at the girl's house. A bout of slap and tickle in the livingroom evolved into spontaneous kissing while everybody else was asleep. They snuck up to the girl's bedroom, clothes were eventually abandoned, body parts were fondled, licked and sucked and orgasms given rise to. The girl and Jessica became "best friends" after that and the relationship continued until the girl went to Arizona for college.

That Friday night, I took Jessica to Peanuts, a lesbian nightclub on Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood. She didn't know about that, eitiher. She was dressed in a light blue blouse, blue jeans and black flats while I was attired in a white leather skirt and a draw string bustier of the same material and color, white silk panties, white thigh high stockings and white platform shoes. We both bought cokes since we were both underage, me at 18 and her at 19) for alcohol consumption purposes. It was a nice place with lots of attractive female patrons and it wasn't long before Jessica was dancing with a cute white girl who was dolled up to the nines. I was hit on by a slim early 20's dyke who was my height. I wiggled and shimmied on the dance floor. She positioned her body right against mine and played a little grab ass with me. When the song was over, she grabbed my hand and dragged me over to her table, where her friends were, and introduced me. We conversed for a bit before Jessica sidled over. I introduced her and I could see the eyes of the dyke, who was named Nancy, looking crestfallen at first until I added that "she's the new singer in my band" rather than, "she's my girlfriend." "So you guys aren't in a relationship then?" Nancy checked. "No. I'm actually bisexual and Jessica is only into lesbians." Another one of the girls, though, who was called Maggie, appeared to be immediately in love and that emotion looked like it was being reciprocated by Jessica. Maggie was tall, about 5'7," and slim with long red hair and a flawless peaches and a cream complexion. She was a sociology  major at USC and was 19. As Jessica would later tell me, she had a fetish for redheads and lost herself in Maggie's gorgeous green eyes the moment she peered into them.

The two of them spent most of the remainder of the night dancing and trading little kisses. Nancy lost interest when I later revealed to her that I wasn't looking for a relationship. I eventually parted with Nancy and her group and, just to do something and not look lost, I drifted back to the dance floor and kind of freelanced it for a while before I got bored with that and claimed a bit of floor space and watched the drag shows the club put on. A bit after midnight, I went to collect Jessica so we could head home. She asked if it was okay to have Maggie spend the rest of the weekend with us. I was good with that and we split. Jessica expressed sadness that I didn't find someone to bring home, too, as her and Maggie cuddled in the back seat. A little over an hour later, we pulled up in my driveway and an hour after that, Maggie was loudly proclaiming the arrival of an orgasm. I don't think they went to sleep until 3 a.m. At least that is when I didn't hear anymore moans or screams. I dropped off a little while later.