The jam Saturday was fun. Thin Lizzy, UFO, Scorpions, Iron Maiden, Motorhead, Girlschool, Aerosmith, we were at it for close to four hours covering songs we both liked. I taught her how to play Heart's "Barracuda" and showed her a couple of little Yngwie Malmsteen licks she could work on at home. I also lectured her for a few minutes on what I termed "belligerent showing off." That is, being aggressive with what you do  and ramming it into everybody's faces because an audience likes that kind of confidence. Of course, there is also kind of a sexual thrill watching a good female guitar player. To a degree, a guy can understand how a girl feels when she's watching a typical all male band when he gets off on seeing a woman kicking ass on a Strat, especially if she's attractive.

Sunday, I visited a batting cage in another part of the county and hit for a couple of hours to try to stay sharp.

Monday, I had a visit with the girls who had their gym class the same period I did. Being able to cook well was becoming my ace in the hole since girls weren't used to guys doing that for them. I asked Debbie Marcus, a 5'3" 14 year old auburn haired honey, to have dinner with me that night. Unfortunately, her parents weren't allowing her to date for another year. "So how about you, Courtney?" I said to the 5'6" dark brown haired sweetheart of a girl. She had a slim frame and legs, but C cup tits that really jutted out. She laughed the easiest of any girl I ever met before or since. She giggled her consent and I told her to be ready before six. She lived in another town that was nonetheless inside my high school's boundary.

I went to the supermarket after school to pick up a few things both for the meal and for me. I was in the produce aisle when I saw this woman in her mid-30's staring at me. Just to get a rise out of her, I walked by her and said "hi." "Hey handsome," she replied coquettishly. I backed my ass up and introduced myself. Her name was Cara and she was a childless divorcee. She asked me if I wanted to go for coffee and I had to admit that I already had a date that night. She never asked me how old I was. Total cougar out on the prowl. I got her phone number and promised to call her. I finished my shopping and went home to do some prep for dinner.

Things went off without a hitch and the quality of the meal really made an impression on Courtney. I urged her to join me on the couch  She giggled her approval and sat next to me. While we talked I began gently stroking her left chick with the back of my righthand and expressed how beautiful I thought her eyes and laugh were, which was the truth. "Your eyes just seem to sparkle, which tells me that you're just a really nice girl," I flattered. She blushed because she knew I was hitting on her but was nonetheless flustered in formulating a response. I upped the ante by stating that I might have to write a song about her. I actually later did, though I didn't use her name in it.

I eventually got my left arm around her and we kissed for a fair amount of time as I cradled her body in my arms. My hand slithered under her sweater top, where I parted the hooks of her bra and felt her up. I pulled the bra and sweater off and got a gander at her sweet tear drop shaped gazongas. She giggled yet again when I groped them but moaned when I got into some real sincere suckling her pinkish nipples. I glided my righthand up her right thigh and attempted to insert it into her panties, but she put up the stop sign. So I rubbed her clit over her panties and pantyhose as she held my head against her chest.  Her moaning intensified and this time she allowed my hand to crawl as far as her vulva, where I resumed bringing very pleasurable friction to her nubbin. She had a lot of pubic hair down there and I wondered if she had the wild and free 70's porno bush happening.

She was panting now and I hastened the pace of the rubbing motion I exerted on her clit, which boosted her to the height of ecstasy. I pulled my fingers out of her crotch and wrapped her back in my arms, kissing her hard and spinning my tongue around hers deep in her mouth. "Come on babe, we're going to bed," I proclaimed and like I did with Andrea, I slung her over my shoulder and transported her upstairs to my bed, carefully lowering her on to it. "Clint, this is going faster than I want right now," she declared. "It's cool babe. I really like you, so we can just kick back together for a while if you're into that." "I'd like that, too," she agreed and I sat up against the headboard and had her scoot in in front of me, whereupon I encircled her with my arms. We flirted, kissed and joked around for a couple of hours  before I took her home. Naturally, when I returned to my house, I wacked off like a champ.

Tuesday after school, I called Cara and, while chatting about nothing in particular, I asked her if she wanted to get together that night for sex. She hesitated then answered affirmatively, which made me wonder how long it had been since she'd had a good rutting. "God, probably more than a year," she estimated. If she had said no to me, I would have just blown her off. I got her address and made plans to meet her at seven.

Cara was presentable. She was probably 5'4" and 120-130 pounds with D cups and short brown hair. When I talked to her at the supermarket, she looked at me like a lot of the girls at school did. I was planning on giving her a whirlwind screwing and using her as a cum receptacle. To her, I was mainly boy candy and so would be using me to reconfirm her attractiveness.

I rolled up to  her place right on time and she greeted me at the door wearing a hot little black teddy, black stockings and high heels. I crossed the threshold and immediately grabbed her, laid a passionate, invasive kiss on her, slung her over my shoulder and told her to point out where her bedroom was. She squealed as I hefted her into her bed and I landed on top of her when her back hit the mattress.I unzipped her teddy and pulled it off of her,  her heavy mammaries bobbing out. I gently pulled her shoes and pantyhose off, exposing her bushy twat. While I kissed her again, I rolled her around the bed. I stood up and peeled all of my clothes off and jumped right back on her, crashing my mouth on to her right nipple and lustily licking and sucking it. "Ohhhhhhh yeah baby," she whimpered. I staged an oral beatdown of her milk ducts and it drew vocal plaudits from her. I kissed my way down her soft belly and dove headlong into her underbrush, my tongue finding her button in that haystack and givingt it what for for the next 45 minutes, resulting in her being rendered that special kind of high from all the orgasms I induced in her and her juices permeating my taste buds.

I rotated her body so that she was on her stomach and I pinned her upper back down with my chest while my righthand grabbed my cock and forced it in to her hallowed hall. "Oh fuck that feels good!" she testified as I savagely stabbed her cunt with my spike over and over. Her ardor ramped up quickly and she was thrashing under me while the sensations within her accumulated and steered her closer to climax. I "You like this cock bitch?" I snarled. "Oh God yes!" she praised. "You want me to keep giving it to you?" "Oh yes!" "Well, tell me then!" "I want you to keep giving me your cock!" she panted and the flood gates of her passion opened and her nails dug into her pillow as the orgasm poured a torrential tide of pleasure into her. I kept on humping her vigorously seeking my own release while she welcomed several more peaks of pleasure before I streamed my manjuice throughout her vaginal cavity.

"God, I haven't had a hard fuck in so long," she lamented as she propped herself on my right shoulder. "You have the perfect body for it, babe, nice and soft," I smiled. She giggled at that line. I then made an excuse to leave. She still had no idea that she just had sex with a 16 year old. The only thing I had told her about myself was that I was a musician.

Having vented my balls, I went to school Wednesday very relaxed.  I invited Valerie over for a jam both that day and Thursday. She said she was practicing a minimum four hours a day, which I hoped was true. Unfortunately, a lot of the responses I was getting from my musicians wanted ads were completely pathetic. I really wanted to have something getting off the ground by the time baseball season arrived, but it certainly didn't look like I was going to reach that target at that point.