When Mike got home, he started to contemplate Mrs. Hamada again. Just the thought of what he could do with her made his penis very stiff, but the potential fallout was so bad he was reluctant to even try. In his fantasies, he imagined Jennifer Hamada tied up and gagged and watching him have his way with her daughter. He never pondered a scenario whereby he would ravish Jennifer while Jessica watched because he knew that Jessica would in no way accept it. But with Jennifer, who he didn't  know nearly as well, he could project on to her what he would want to happen. He even thought about an incest scene where Jennifer would lick her daughter's pussy for him while Jessica was bound and blindfolded. He turned over in his mind, too, more trifling questions such as whether Jennifer shaved her pubic hair, trimmed it or had the full 70's porno bush going on and what the shape of her tits might be. Were they round, teardrop shaped, floppy, or what? Are her nipples inverted or prominent? Does she swallow? Was Mr. Hamada doing some of the things to her that Mike himself wanted to?

He could conceivably ditch school one day and go over to the Hamada residence, order Jennifer down to her knees and have her suck him. But then there is the conflict of two different drives. Would the guilt Jennifer could potentially feel overcome the submission she wanted from Mike? If she told her husband because of lingering inner regret that she did something sexual with Mike the whole family would implode and Jessica would hate him forever, not to mention the possibility, though admittedly probably not high, that Carl would stick a gun into Mike's mouth and pull the trigger. Or use some alternative means of fucking him up real bad.

Mike had a history of being a bit of a thrillseeker, but always pulled back when things seemed too dicey or his gut was telling him that his number was just about up. The thing is, though, that Jessica was going to be there to use for sex even when he pulled back from the precipice but the only way Jennifer would be available is if he decided to dive off the cliff and hope that he would fly and not crash land. There was no Hobson's Choice here. The only conflict was between being happy with what you got, which was very good indeed, and sexual greed making you want more because there is a forbidden fruit you are curious to taste.

And to complicate all that, he really didn't know what Jennifer's limits were and that made her something of a landmine. For example, maybe she would suck him but not want to fuck him. He didn't need to give her that slap in the face that says, "this guy isn't for you and maybe he isn't for your daughter, either." Even with Jessica, he really hadn't pushed things that far. He hadn't whipped or flogged her, had her service other men, had anal sex with her, had her sleep with other women, modified her body with piercings, branding or tattoos, or engaged in hardcore public humiliation of her. And really, he wasn't interested in that stuff except for the lesbian sex thing and even that he didn't care THAT much about. So what is a mildly kinky horndog to do?

The next day after Mike basically tried to turn Jessica into his personal ice cream sundae, she got her period. Mike  hung out with her for a while, but then went home to play guitar. Monday, though,  he came over again and when Mrs. Hamada answered the door, he told her to change into a bikini and then bring drinks to him and Jessica. Again, something inside of Jennifer stopped her from asking where Mike got the balls to ask something like that and she meekly went to her bedroom to change. While Mike was cuddling up with Jessica, Jennifer knocked on the door and then came in with cokes for both Mike and her daughter.

Mike 's eyes riveted on his girlfriend's mother's body. Not a hint of sag and her breasts were shaped just like Jessica's. Jennifer was a little soft in the stomach area, but Mike thought it was kinda sexy. Her legs were still long and slim with no cellulite. As Jennifer turned to leave, Jessica wondered why her mom was dressing like that all of a sudden. "Jesus Jessica, your mom's gorgeous!" Mike declared. "What's up with you and my mom?" Jessica giggled. "Just sayin'" was all Mike could answer her with, smiling mischievously. Jessica jokingly pushed him and let it go at that.

By Thursday, Jessica was back to normal and she even rehearsed with the band that night. Mike had organized a gig at an American Legion hall in the northern part of the county. the week before they would play the street fair His parents also told him that they were going to spend the Fourth of July weekend at Lake Havasu and wouldn't be back until the following Wednesday.

The parents left early the following morning and Mike was over at Jessica's a few hours later . When Mrs. Hamada answered the door, Mike ordered her to allow Jessica to spend the weekend with him. Again,  Jennifer got that glazed look in her eyes as Mike very assertively told her what he wanted and she gave the permission Mike sought. "Good girl, Jennifer," he approved, a smile emerging on her face. Mike then went to Jessica's room and announced what was going to happen. Jessica was surprised, to say the least,  but also elated. "Thanks mom!" she chirped. "Be good kids!" Jennifer countered. Mike and Jessica loaded a couple of guitars, her pedal board and amp head into his car and then he came back for the cab a little while later.

When Carl got home and was informed of where Jessica would be for the next three days, he was miffed hat he hadn't been consulted about it. "Jesus Carl, they're both going to be 18 in a couple of months and they've been going out more than a year. He also told me that he sees her as wife material and works harder in school to impress her. So take it easy honey. She's just growing up. It was bound to happen," Jennifer Hamada told Jessica's father.

The band assembled just after noon to rehearse and just fuck around. Dennis, though, broke the news that he was aiming to go to Harvard or another Ivy League school and that his time with the group was coming to an end in a few months. This hit Mike hard because not only had he been friends with Dennis since fourth grade, but good bass players don't exactly grow on trees. That also made Mike reflect on the other band members. They probably weren't going to be holding on to Travis very long because he was just too good a singer to get stuck in a band that gigged infrequently without some other combo trying to pick him off for their own. Jessica was going to attend university locally, but how much time was she going to be able to give him for music? Reality sucks like that sometimes.

After dinner, Mike pulled out the sofa bed in the game/music room and he commanded Jessica to strip while he rid himself of his own clothes. He locked the nipple rings back on to her and he played with the now erect milk nubs while Jessica sucked his cock, Mike's eyes watching how his hard dick slipped in and out of her red lipsticked mouth and how his rod glistened with her saliva. "That's it fucktoy, fuckkkkkk," he gasped as Jessica chased him closer and closer to release. He grabbed the back of her head and held it down with his meat stick now lodged in her throat, enjoying the sensation of her esophagus squeezing it. "Ohhhh shiiiiiit!" he sighed, before letting Jessica gulp some more air. "Suck it harder  fucktoy, suck it!" he growled and she concentrated on bringing as much pressure and sensation to his John Thomas as she could and his grunting and rapid breathing gave away that he was about to erupt. "Fuck yeah bitch, suck that cock! Show me how much you like having your mouth on that dick!" he lusted before he felt his cock spasm and gush his cum into her mouth." Mike let out a sound that was a long half grunt and half sigh as the endorphins flooded his brain. Jessica held his cum on her tongue and waited for him to open his eyes. When he did, she swallowed it down and smiled at him for approval. "Good girl, fucktoy," he complimented, pulling her close to him. It then crossed his mind that he wondered if Jennifer could give the kind of good head her daughter did. "I'm glad Master's happy," she smiled.

He rolled her over on her back and kissed her while he rubbed her clit with his fingers, her bald cunt already luminous with her juices. She felt that pleasurable tension in her clit  as it became increasingly stiff under his fingers as he moved his mouth down to suck on her chocolate nipples. She moaned with every distention of her milk duct, stroking the back of his head as he harassed it with his lips and tongue. "God Master, that feels so good, ohhhhhh," she dreamily noted. He increased the speed with which his fingers were now flicking and nudging her clit and the heat was mounting inside of her, pushed harder by the feelings emanating from her nipples. He scooted down near the foot of the sofa bed and put his mouth over her clit while he knifed two fingers into her humid slit, her juices sneaking through his lips and on to his tongue as they pulled and battered her love button before she went over the edge, the pleasure adding more voltage to the sensitivity of her endorphin-soaked nervous system.

Mike was hard again and got on top of her and forced his cock through her opening, Jessica's instinct telling her, "this is what you've been waiting for." He began with long, slow strokes into and out of her tender love tunnel before ratcheting up the tempo, causing Jessica to moan louder and dig her nails into his back. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Mike's 13 year old brother got a bigtime gander at not just big brother pounding his dick into his girlfriend, but the entirety of Jessica's body. "Hey you little asshole, get out of here!" Mike angrily barked. Little bro let out an "oh shit!" and scurried downstairs to his room, where he jacked off to what he had just witnessed, his mind editing the sight down to just Jessica and her tits, face and pussy. His brain crossreferenced that with the time he peered through the ajar door at the pair's sex action and the total effect of that imagery soon saw little brother spooging all over himself.

Meanwhile, Jessica and Mike laughed it off and he resumed porking her, rebuilding the temporarily interrupted friction inside of her as she took Mike's cock as far into her as she could, her pubic muscles, trained by the benwa balls, now clamping tighter on his flesh hammer than they ever had before, making geometrically more vivid the level of stimulation she felt. The orgasm she had because of it was unreal, her breathing totally erratic and irrhythmic. Mike's cock was enjoying the tighter sensation too and he was close, desperately thrusting in to her before uncorking another sticky load of his sperm into her. Jessica hugged him tight as he fell on to her. "God Master, that was wonderful," she whimpered. "Fucktoy's beauty is always inspirational to her Master," he disclosed with a pleasant smile.

Saturday morning, Mike and Jessica were eating breakfast when Mike's brother appeared. "Hey pervert!" Mike needled. "Shut up Mike!" he rejoindered. The brother's eyes then feasted on Jessica, who was in her bikini, trying to look into the cups of the top in hopes of catching some nipple. The brother sat down without being invited and then just asked, "so how do I find a girlfriend like you Jessica?" Jessica was taken aback and giggled derisively. Mike intervened with a "what the fuck is wrong with you?" "I want a hot girlfriend, too, but I can 't seem to get one," he revealed. "It's not that easy," Jessica said. "I didn't expect that Mike had any interest in me when circumstances just kinda threw us together. But it all started with Mike asking me to join his band and then it  kinda snowballed from there. So maybe learn to play and start a band and ask girls to join it?" she proposed, laughing. "Sometimes you're most likely to find a relationship when you aren't so desperate to get into one. Girls don't really like guys who seem needy that way," she taught.

"Look dude," Mike intensely contributed, "there aren't many girls like Jessica anywhere. Most girls are huge pains in the ass and, to be honest, aren't worth the hassle and bullshit." Should I just look for Asian girls?" brother wondered. "Oh fuck, you really are stupid," Mike spat. "There is no such thing as a typical Asian girl," Jessica pointedly inculcated. "Almost all the so-called Asian women you're going to run into are Americans anyway, just with Asian faces. So you should be looking at any girl who fits what you're looking for and not pigeonhole yourself into being with one ethnicity. The wider you cast your net the more likely it is you will catch something worth keeping at some point," she said. And you may be better off going with the girls who aren't typically considered hot anyway. Nobody talked to me at all from when I was 12 until I was 16 because I was in a wheelchair. So I'm more appreciative, I think, of Mike's love for me than some of the rich bitches you see around here who hop from guy to guy, depending on how much they'll spend on her."

"The other thing you're faced with is that girls your age, because you're not grown up yet, change with the wind, which makes keeping a relationship together almost impossible. You might be able to save yourself a lot of heartache and aggravation by just waiting a while. Besides, if you're kind of aloof and willful, girls find that more attractive than guys who desperately hit on anything with a vagina," Jessica highlighted. "Just like yourself first, have some content, and then find someone who will add something to your life rather than making her the be all and end all."

"And listen dude, I keep telling you, chicks don't like game geeks. You're better off spending your time learning to play guitar than gaming. No girl has ever thrown her panties at a gamer unless they have a whole number with six or seven zeroes attached to it in their bank account and you know how many of those there are? Almost none. If I didn't  play guitar  I never would have met Jessica here. And she wouldn't have met me if she didn't play, either. Is this getting through to your stupid ass brain?" "What Ma...er, Mike is trying to say is that life is short. Use it productively." A smirk broke out on Mike's face because Jessica just missed calling him, "Master" in front of his brother. "If you want an easier route to playing in a band learn bass. A good bass player, and I mean a good one, not somebody who just wants to play root notes all night, is never short of good gigs, especially if they can sing. You won't get as much ass as the guitarist and singer do, but you'll get more than the drummer, hahahahaha."

"So how long have you guys been having sex?" the brother abruptly interrogated. "That's not only none of your business, but I will make it so that you will never be able to have sex if you don't get the fuck out of here," Mike said. "Little fucking bastard," Mike muttered as the brother departed. The brother went back up to his room and jacked off again while thinking of fucking Jessica, the scenario being Jessica personally teaching him about sex.

Mike and Jessica hung out in the hot tub for a while and then they moved to the pool. She sat on the steps with Mike behind her. Mike untied her bikini top and she felt the cool water caressing her boobs and erect nipples, making her moan. Mike reached up under the floating top to fondle her tits. "This so peaceful and relaxing," she thought to herself. Mike's index fingers flicked and stroked those stiff nipples while he kept a lookout to ensure that the neighbors or his little brother weren't  looking at them. Not that he actually cared about people watching them, just somebody freaking out and turning a little bit of sexy fun into a legal matter. "God, I hate prudes," Mike thought to himself. Jessica insinuated her hand under Mike's swim trunks and began massaging his penis. The mass of the water made it hard for her to generate any real speed to get him off, instead making him settle for a gradual rub while her soft globes floated and bobbed. They were both in a kind of dream state, swaddled by the water as they reclined wordlessly.

Mike turned her around and picked her up so that her chest was in his face and he sucked on her right nipple, tasting the chlorinated water dripping off of it, and then stuck his mouth into her cleavage, kissing, sucking and licking it before his mouth moved on to her left nipple. Jessica giggled and moaned as she hugged his head to steady herself against him before he dropped her onto his lap and passionately kissed her. They moved to the poolside lounge chairs. "Fucktoy will remove her bikini," he intoned. Jessica, trusting him, did so, her body now open to the sun and the eyes of anyone with the right vantage point, whereupon he immediately picked her up and carried her inside while she nervously giggled up a storm. As she sat there without a stitch on, Mike doled out some ice cream in the kitchen while they continued talking to each other. His brother came downstairs again and Jessica, who had her eyes diverted toward the kitchen, didn't notice until the brother was basically on top of her. When Jessica saw him, she screamed, and tried to cover herself, the brother now with a big shit eating grin on his face. "Hey Mike, I'm going to Sean's. See ya," he shouted, quickly making his exit before Mike had a chance to kick his ass. "Sorry about that babe, I totally forgot he was in the house." "Boy, he really got an eyeful!" Jessica giggled. "I hope he doesn't tell your parents," she worried. "If he does I will bury him," Mike jokingly claimed in a really bad Russian accent.

They finished off the ice cream and then Mike carried Jessica back upstairs. It was almost time for the rest of the band to come over and rehearse, so Mike told her she could dress in the same outfit she had on at the beach, a blouse and jean shorts, only she would be allowed to have underwear. Mike contemplated letting them see Jessica's tits for a minute, but decided it would be a distraction, thus the permission for her to have a bra on. They had a long practice session, four hours, playing their entire list of Maiden songs, and then agreed to comeback and do it again Sunday.

When the other band members left, Mike and Jessica got on to the subject of his brother and how to ween him off of video games. "How about getting him a nice guitar to practice on and if he doesn't  practice as much as he should, you take it away and it's yours?" Jessica proposed. "Yeah, I  thought of that, too, but what if he doesn't take care of it and all I end up with is an unplayable instrument?" 'Yeah, I can see that," Jessica confessed. "Had he ever been to any of your gigs before we met?" "No. He just wasn't interested. And I doubt suggesting he see our next show when pretty much everybody there will have a penis wouldn't be much of an incentive." "Buy him a hooker?" Mike laughed. "Okay, maybe not," he answered to his own idea. "Is he still playing baseball/" Jessica asked. "Yeah, but that's one of those deals where my parents made him play to keep him busy. and get him out of the house so he wouldn't become an obese teen." "Did they do that with you, too?" "No. They thought playing music was good for my mental development and there was even a possibility I could make a living at it if I really applied myself. When I was just playing all the time, that pretty much kept them from making me do sports." "That was a good decision, wasn't it?" Jessica laughed. "Yeah, I'd say that worked out pretty damn sweet," Mike chuckled. "Just  think if they made you be a sports guy. I might still be a loner." "I don't know, ip. You're such a good player somebody would have invited you into another situation. Look at all the offers you've gotten from your You Tube videos." "Yeah, maybe. Just because you get an offer doesn't mean it will be a good fit, though." "Yeah, that's true." Mike conceded. "For now, I guess all we can hope for is that he grows out of it," Jessica remarked. "Yeah," Mike echoed.

"You know baby, I could try giving him a talk about  girls," Jessica said. "Didn't we already do that today?" Mike questioned. "Only a little bit, " Jessica responded. "If you think it would help," Mike approved. 'I don't know how much it would help, but at least he would have more information than he did before," Jessica posited.

Shortly thereafter, Mike's brother came home for dinner. "Hey, I want to  talk to you," Jessica informed him. "Uh, is it about seeing you naked this morning?" Jessica laughed and said, "no. I want to teach you a few things about girls." "Sweet!" little bro enthused. "Now when you try  to pick up a girl, what do you say to her?" "Uhhhhh...." "For example, if you were going to hit on me, what would you say?" "I don' t know. I'd probably tell you you're beautiful or something like that." "So you expect that by telling me you like the way I look I am magically just supposed to be so stoked that I immediately toss all my clothes to the floor and ask you to get into bed with me?" "Uhhhhh...." "The you're beautiful thing any half decent looking girl has heard about 80 billion times the past week. It shows no imagination and no effort. You have to do better than that. Your default shouldn't be kissing ass. We hate that. It exhibits an utter lack of confidence. And you know what the sexiest thing about a guy is? Not the size of his dick, not the way he looks, but how confident he is. And that is confident without being an arrogant asshole about it. When it becomes arrogance that screams, "insecure!"

"Uh, okay," Mike's brother answered. "Now invite me to your house to do something." "You want to come to my house and play video games with me?" Mike's brother tried. "Fail. Total, utter fail. No girl will ever go to your house to play video games. Aside from the fact that gaming is totally not girl friendly, we don't get off on mowing down zombies or some shit like that. Now if you played guitar and told her to come over because you wanted to play a song for her, and provided that you weren't a creep, most girls would totally go for that, but only if you're good. Girls like to see competence. Even better, she's a  musician too and you guys can play together. You have no idea how much I love playing with Mike. When I watch him peeling off complex licks and then he gets off on me doing the same it feels like there is mutual admiration going on and I get validated beyond just having tits and a pussy. Do you get my point?" "Yeah. So what should I say?"

"Okay, the first thing you do is just have the balls to go for what you want. If you like a girl, just ask her out! Don't sit there in class day after day staring at her because after a while it gets creepy. If she turns you down then it is easier to move on instead of everyday wondering, 'does she like me or doesn't she?' And don't put all of your eggs in one basket. That means, you seek to work all the girls who interest you, not place all your bets on one. This does two things: first, we all compete with each other, so it makes us jealous; secondly, when you are seen with more women it makes women around them curious as to what this guy's got that has him showing up with so many girls. You see what I'm driving at?"

"Mike just totally went for it when he had a chance. That is why we are together today. He had the balls to put his pride on the line and that's why we're together now."

"Then you have to have a rap. For example, instead of climbing all over her and telling her how beautiful or nice or blah blah blah she is, just say, 'you seem like you'd be interesting to have dinner with next Friday..' That way, you've given her a soft compliment that doesn't speak to her having tits and a pussy, it doesn't sound needy and it seems to validate her qualities as a human being. Plus you just asked her out. Oh, and that is the other thing: you never ask a woman what she wants to do, you tell her what you're going to do. We like leadership in a man. That  is something I like about Mike. He takes a leadership role, but yet knows when to ask for my input and then he makes the final decision. Mike has never asked me what I wanted for dinner. It's always, 'here we are. Let's eat!' That's totally  hot. Of course, long beforehand, we discussed what kind of food we liked just as general get to know you conversation and that is the kind of preparation you use to then make decisions with later on."

"Wow son, you been schooled," Mike interjected ebonically. "No shit," Mike's brother reacted. Jessica continued, "so think about it, be creative and have some guts. That is how you'll get girls. And don't take any girl's shit, either. If she creates a scene in public, she is gone right then and you have to be brutal about it. Because here is what will happen: she will cry to her girlfriends that you booted her ass after she got mad. That is a dog whistle to every other woman out there  that this is a man who don't take shit. And we like that. Otherwise, if you put up with it, you will look like the amazing two inch dicked man. But that doesn't  mean you fly off the handle. Be cool, be collected, be the adult in the relationship. Again, we want the guy to lead. Do you understand sweety?" "Yeah," little bro nodded.

"So here's some homework. Tomorrow morning, you hit on me and try to ask me out. I will then tell you if your rap will get you a date or if your overture is a fail." "Okay." "One other thing: read! Good  literature will expand your thinking and your vocabulary and you wouldn't be so damned tongue tied." "Good luck with that, ip. Like the Chris Rock line, a book is his kryptonite,." Mike laughed. Jessica also cracked up at that. "Sweety, think about what I told you and then apply it. I think your girlfriend problem will be over in pretty short order." "Okay," Mike's little brother said, feeling back on his heels.