I woke up right at noon Saturday and Jessica and Maggie did so a few minutes later. An hour after that, the other band members turned up to rehearse. We now only had six days before the Zep tribute gig. Jessica was obviously showing off her vocal chops to Maggie whereas the rest of us were aiming to impress  each other. Maggie was more of a Neil Young and Crosby, Stills and Nash fan than Zep, but she still complimented everybody on our performance/rehearsal. We felt we were just about ready and scheduled just one more prracticel for the ensuing Wednesday.

I had everyone stay and made dinner for them with some help from Jessica. Then we had a nice time kibitzing for the next few hours before everyone departed. I was about to go take a shower when Jessica suddenly told me that Maggie wanted to see me naked. "Only if she'll strip for me," I giggled. "I don't think that will be a problem," Jessica chuckled. We went into Jessica's room and there was Maggie starkers. The tuft of red pubic hair surrounding her pussy was a hot little touch. I was in just a bikini top, jean shorts and panties. I initially slipped the shorts off to display my body framed by bikini top and panties. I reached behind me and untied one part of the top and then pulled away the one around my neck, my soft C cups tumbling out. Next was my panties and they joined the other garments on the floor. "Wow Melody, you're a total fox!!" Maggie burbled. "So are you, Maggie," I praised. "Would you join us, Melody?" Jessica requested. "I think so," I giggled.

We all piled into Jessica's bed and she staked out a position in the middle laying on her back while Maggie and I flanked her on either side. Jessica alternately kissed us while I played with her breasts and Maggie's hand strummed her clit. I moved more of my body up onto Jessica so that I could kiss Maggie's soft, wet mouth while the two of us pleasured Jessica. "Shall I have someone waft a palm frond over madam?" I joked. We laughed and then I lowered my yapper on to Jessica's right nipple as I reached across with my righthand to twiddle Maggie's red brick colored left milk duct. Jessica's nails glided repeatedly across my upper back while I distended her nipple with suction, pulling pin pricks of pleasure out of them for her. Maggie slid her righthand under Jessica's head to cradle it as she lowered her mouth on to Jessica's lips. I intensified the amount of air I was pulling into my mouth past Jessica's teat and that, coupled by thte stimulation that Maggie'ss fingers exerted on her clit had Jessica moaning and panting more vigorously. The closer that Jessica got to climax, the more dedicated I became about sucking on her nipple and Maggie stepped up the degree with which she fiddled her partner's nubbin until Jessica's chest heaved mightily and she produced a series of sharp gasps as a firestorm now raged within her.

When Jessica's orgasm subsided, she pushed us away and went to her dresser and opened a drawer. She cadged a strap on harness that had an approximately eight inch gel cock attached to it. Jessica put it on, scooted back into bed and then had both Maggie and I suck on it. She subsequently directed Maggie to lay on her back and she spread her red headed lover's legs apart. Jessica loomed over Maggie while carrying the head of the artificial penis to Maggie's pink entrance. The man made object forced Maggie's vaginal walls apart and traveled easily into her until her cunt had been filled with every last inch. I squatted over Maggie's face and dropped my pussy on to her mouth while Jessica commenced ramming her unnatural dick into Maggie. Jessica's massive mammaries swung with each thrust and Maggie and I were moaning from what was being done to us, the room being permeated with the high pitched reflections of the pleasure we were engendering in each other. "God, fuck me harder baby!!" Maggie whimpered and Jessica fulfilled her girlfriend's wish by taking it to her hard until Maggie writhed and bucked when the spear points of her orgasm pierced her nervous system. I had cum once due to Maggie's oral ministrations and was on the verge of another when Maggie broke contact with my clit in order to focus on the sensations inside of her.

I very much wanted to be fucked and that prayer was answered when Jessica pulled out of Maggie and shed the strap on. Maggie took it and donned it while I plopped on to my back. Jessica dropped her savory slit on to my lips as I felt Maggie penetrating me with the gel cock. My vaginal muscles eagerly enclosed around it as it was sunk into the deepest part of my sex. It exquisitely massaged my insides as my tongue flicked across Jessica's clit again and again. Maggie grabbed my breasts while her hips propelled the artificial weapon into me. I soon felt flushed and was losing control of my breathing and my orgasmic screams were muffled because I was sucking on Jessica's girl penis at that moment. "Melody is super orgasmic honey. Keep fucking her and you'll see what I mean," Jessica commanded. Maggie did as she was told and brought me off eight to the bar with her uninterrupted stroking of the man made fuck stick in and out of me. "Oh my God!" Maggie exclaimed. "You're not kidding! As if Melody wasn't hot enough!" Maggie elaborated. Jessica was now staining my face with her fluids as she herself was repeatedly orgasming. Maggie withdrew her improvised phallus and rested next to me. Jessica followed suit and we held each other while awaiting the physical recovery of our bodies.

I showered a little while later and went to bed. What a way to get sleepy!

The following morning, Jessica drove Maggie home. While she was gone, I called Sonny to see what he was up to. I hadn't seen him in a few weeks. He was still playing guitar and going out with his girlfriend. However, he had also gotten another fast food job to support his need for car insurance so that his parents would allow him to drive the family car and cash to spend on  her. He thanked me for the lectures I had given him on women because he found that my advice worked. She was giving it up to him, too, and he always used condoms to try to ensure that he wouldn't knock her up. "What are you going to do when school's back in session?" I questioned. "I don't want to work, t hat's for sure," he griped. "I'd really like to take lessons from you again, too." "This is what is called a Hobson's Choice," I instructed. "If you spend more time with me that means you will spend less with your girlfriend and that could sabotage your relationship. But if you don't make time for the lessons you will vastly slow down your progress as a musician. Not to mention how tired you get from the combination of working and attending school will be a disincentive to practice. Therefore, here is your choice: since you insist on trying to avoid your studies as much as you can, you can either use your free time to help your future by taking the long view or you can take the short view and have the car and the girlfriend and end up being stuck in dead end jobs the rest of your life. Plus you will always have a lingering regret in the back of your mind that you could have done something a lot more interesting and fun. If you break up with your girlfriend, you can always fuck me and I have great equipment to practice on. It's your call, sweety. Whichever one you make you better be dedicated to it."

"Shit, I don't want to break up with my girlfriend. We haven't been together THAT long and things look like they're settling in as far as the relationship," he opined.  "Well, there is a way to handle this where you might end up keeping her," I inculcated. "You need to do this face to face and not over the phone, too, or you'll look chickenshit, I posited. "Most women want a man to not just be a leader, but they want to see him have a plan and work toward it. You can tell her that you're going to dial back the amount of time you have for her because you want to take as much time as possible polishing your craft as a guitarist. Therefore, there isn't going to be enough money to take her out to any place fancy or any of that shit. Based on that, she can either leave you and find someone who will spend more money on her or she can stay with you and continue to enjoy your love and offer moral and emotional support. You should also say that you recognize that there are consequences for any decision we make and you would be sorry if this one precludes you being with her, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Even if she doesn't like what you're saying she'll respect you for it in the end."

"Fuck," he rejoindered. "Well, so far, you've been right on the money, Melody, so I guess I ought to get down to brass tacks, huh?" "Yeah, man, because you know you're fucked if you don't," I warned. "By the way, if she wants to learn to play, too, she is welcome to come down with you," I added. "I can also teach her piano if she would rather play that." "That's cool. I'll ask her about that" "Look Sonny, being able to make hard choices and standing up for yourself are part of becoming a man. In fact, they're part of becoming a mature human being. So stick to your guns, you understand? And since you are going to be entering your final year of high school you had better obsess over guitar hardcore there, dude, or you're screwed." "Yeah, you're right." "Sonny," I finished with a little bit of an edge in my voice, "don't drift or else. Got it?" "Thanks Melody. I know I  need this." "Cool baby. Let me know how it goes with the girlfriend and we'll start making lesson plans again." "Right on. Take it easy Melody. Catch ya later." "Bye baby."

He called me back Monday. First, he punted the job. His girlfriend respected what he had to say and chose to stay with him. In addition, she wanted to learn to play, which was great for their relationship since he could teach her what I had already shhowed him when I wasn't around. Plus it would imbue her with an understanding of what it was like to try to learn to play an instrument well. I was hoping that she wasn't doing it merely to spend more time with him because she will get bored eventually if that's the case.

Tuesday, they both walked to my place and were on my doorstep around two. It was the first time I met her. Her name was Liz and she was a relatively tall at perhaps 5'6", brunette, slim with b cups and she wore wire rimmed glasses. She wasn't beautiful, but she was nonetheless somewhat attractive. I introduced them to Jessica and then I had a long talk with them. She claimed that she didn't want to study guitar just to spend more time with him even though that was one possible benefit from it.

I brought out my black Strat for Sonny and a Telecaster for Liz. We began with me going back over everything I taught Sonny before we lost contact for a few weeks. His execution was smoother now than it had been, which I took some encouragement from. I tabbed out a B Major scale for Sonny to practice for a while. Then I got with Liz and showed her the basics: how to hold the guitar, fret and pick notes efficiently, what the notes of the strings were, the parts of the axe, etc. When the time I had allotted for Sonny's scale work  had elapsed, I demonstrated to both of them fingerpicking basics. She wanted to be able to play songs by softer rock artists and having her concentrate on fingerpicking skills was the most effecttiive way of getting her there while I wanted him to be able to both pick and use his fingers like a pro so that he could be as versatile as possible. My homework for them was to know where every note is on the fretboard. This was something they could work on together and I recommended that they do that.

Wednesday, the band had its final rehearsal for the Zep tribute concert. We kicked ass and thus felt ready for it. But we were also pretty knackered afterward, especially Jessica. She sounded great, though.