It was so great to finally be fucked after I had been transformed into such a talented teenage hottie. Damien called me Wednesday during lunch and told me he was going to come over again that night. I asked if he wanted me to make dinner for him again but he said no, he was going to eat with his family first before he visited me. We went over "Twilight Symphony" again and then I taught him "Black Diamond," also by Stratovarius, after which we moved to my bed and had a hot and heavy horizontal mambo session doggy style. He went home a while later and I went to sleep.

Thursday, he was over again and we jammed on a couple of Children of Bodom tunes we both knew before he plumbed my depths again with his piledriver. The two of us were definitely having a blast together.

Friday, he took me to a party over at a friend's house, where everybody got high except me. I largely just held his hand while I watched the lot of them act like jackasses.

Saturday, I made more You Tube videos and then concentrated on learning songs by the Japanese band Bow Wow and its offshoot Vow Wow. Sunday, Damien was over again and I taught him a couple of old UFO songs, "Shoot Shoot" and "Belladonna." We spent probably about four hours on that and then once again went to bed, where we played hide the salami. To be frank, I didn't give a shit if he was using me or not. I was just in this for fun, not anything that serious.

And to be honest again, I was frustrated about not being able to go anywhere I desired when I wanted. I was also beginning to hanker for hanging out with an older crowd. But how many guys were going to associate with a 14 year old, even one as hot as I was, who actually had something going on and who wouldn't be scared shitless about being seen with someone that young/ I didn't want to reward dudes who were just out and out creeps or worse.

Since I no longer had to appeal to the popular crowd at school and the weather was cooling off, I started dressing in black leather and wearing my mirrored sunglasses as well as a studded BDSM collar even in class. I was also bringing my Flying V to school along with the aforementioned headphone amp and distortion unit to play during lunch. After my exhibitions with my acoustic, everybody knew I could play and so I didn't catch any shit about being a girl playing guitar like I did in one of my earlier manifestations because the mentality of the era was different. I loved the contrast of my blonde hair with the black of my outfit, too.

During gym, Miss DeSantis was still staring at me longingly and had actually begun gingerly flirting with me, too. Yeah, what I needed was to be in the news having a lesbian fling with my high school gym teacher. The homosexuality angle would make the scandal more lurid to the media and so it would probably be covered even more than the trysts between male students and female instructors. Thus, Miss DeSantis' lust for me was going to have to remain unrequited. Besides, I preferred more feminine looking women.

More and more of the students, though, were watching my You Tube videos. My latest was a cover of "Resurrection" off of Rob Halford's solo album and I was receiving very positive feedback. I was still jamming and sleeping with Damien and even going out on occasional dates with him, but he nonetheless never formally indicated that he wanted me to be his girlfriend. That more or less made us sex friends, fuck buddies, friends with benefits, call it what you will, and I was fine with it. I didn't want to be tied down.

I continued the occasional jams with Jerry and his friends, too. In November, Jerry had convinced a bar owner friend/acquaintance of his to let us play at his establishment. I later found out that he used a picture of me to help get that gig,  telling the owner that I would attract a lot of guys to his business. He fell for it and the Friday of the second week of the month, we did three 90 minute sets of all the usual classic rock stuff. The bar itself probably held no more than a hundred people, so just how many of the men who were there decided to come to see me play I have no idea, but it can't be THAT many. However, the men did catcall and whistle when I would finish a lead break more than they would for our other two guitarists. In between sets, some of the patrons made passes at me, but they backed off once they found out how old I really was.

Damien and I, though, went out to his car during one of those interludes to play a little kissy face and slap and tickle. He took me and my gear home and we had sex before he left. So it was overall a pretty fun night.

The weather was turning shitty, so I chose to stop bringing my guitar to school until it improved. This added greatly to the tedium of the school day. Plus it interfered with my ability to dress as sexy as I wanted to. I don't like wearing layers of clothes, but from November to January, I mostly donned blouses, jeans and jackets with flats or boots.It was really uncomfortable. However, when I did You Tube videos, I would always dress sexy to give the boys and lesbians something visually nice to enjoy.

Just before the Thanksgiving break, I walked up the hallway toward my third period class. The students were milling around since the classroom door was locked. "Looks like he isn't here yet," I remarked rather obviously to a classmate, Kevin Baker. "Not yet," he tentatively answered. "So what are you going to do over the break?" I asked him. "eat, play video games and practice guitar," he disclosed. "I didn't know you played," I retorted. "Yeah, I just started a couple months ago." "Are you taking lessons?" "Nah, I can't afford it." "Do you want me to teach you?" "That would be epic!" he brightened. "But I really suck," he elaborated. "Yeah, everybody sucks at the beginning. I was really awful when I first picked it up," I comforted him. "Come to my house Saturday and we can get started," I advocated. Fortunately, he didn't live that far from me. I wrote out my address and some directions for him. He promised he would be there.

When he did come over, he brought one of the cheaper Epiphone Les Paul models, which aren't all that good. I took it, reset the action and put new strings on it, which made it a little easier for him to play. I went through all the basic concepts with him to see how far along he was and then moved on to what I REALLY wanted to teach him that day. While he was practicing, when he didn't think I would notice, he was sneaking glimpses at my tits even though they were completely covered by a t-shirt. Finally, I smiled and said, "you see something you like?" "Uhhhh..."

This gave me an opening to ask him about his sexual experience. The furthest he had gone with a girl was fingering her while the most a girl had done to him was fondling his cock. "Well, since you seem to like my breasts so much here you go," I giggled, pulled my shirt up, unhooked my bra and pulled it off. His eyes widened in astonishment. I was actually getting off on exposing myself to, and teasing, him this way. My heart was racing and I felt the first pangs of wetness. "Since I showed you mine, how about you show me yours?" I hinted. That froze him. He wasn't sure what he should do. "Come on Kevin, you won't be the first guy who has given me a look at his dick," I informed him. He slowly and hesitantly stood up, undid his pants, pushed his zipper down, and then slid his jeans and boxers to his knees, revealing a 5.5 inch stiff penis. Having been a former guy, I knew that what he wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment was for me to suck him. "Have you ever had a girl give you a bj?" I asked with a lascivious glint in my eye. "No," he simply blurted. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything," I winked.

I kneeled in front of him. I thought it was pretty unlikely he was going to last long if I just stroked him, so I immediately enveloped his schlong with my mouth while my lefthand fiddled with his balls. He shivered when my lips skied down his shaft and his breathing went from 0-60 in nothing flat as he enjoyed the pleasure of my soft, moist lips massaging his flesh spear, my nose hitting his stomach wall on the instroke. Then I used plentiful suction to create a pulling sensation on it and got up a good head of steam before he exploded on to my tongue with several intense grunts. "Oh fuck," he rasped after emptying himself. I showed him his cum in my mouth and then swallowed it.

"Next time baby," I said, as I put my bra back on and pulled my shirt back down," I'll show you more stuff about sex, but if you tell anyone about what I did, you can forget about that and the lessons, too. Okay?" "No prob Misty. I won't say anything," he vowed. After venting his spunk, he was able to concentrate much better and he left after what had to the best beginning guitar lesson any guy could get.