Later that day, Lizzy went to her swim practice and Jessica and Mike headed to rehearsal. A month before that, a new swimmer had joined the club that Lizzy belonged to. Joy Dimentieva, the daughter of a Jewish Russian emigre, was a 6'0" 160 pound blonde who was gifted with looks that made even Maria Sharapova seem plain. Dimentieva's dad had gotten into the auto export business when he was a sailor in the Russian Navy, sending back cars from Hokkaido that would no longer pass the strict inspection regime set down by the Japanese government to a newly emerging Russian Republic. He eventually bought into a dealership in the U.S., thus allowing the family to emigrate when Joy was six. The first name she was now going under was an Americanized adaptation of her Russian appellation. Joy was also a lesbian, unbeknownst to her parents because Russians are notoriously homophobic.

In that first month, Joy had already slept with a couple of the other girls on the team. Lizzy was nuts about her. She was intellectually gifted, having been skipped a grade when she was ten, and already the best athlete on the squad . Her only flaw, if one could call it that, was that her breasts were average, b cups, but with a lovely shape to them. Joy began going over to Lizzy's house on her bicycle every now and again because she was afraid that if she got caught by her parents bumping uglies with Lizzy or any other  girl she would be sent back to Russia to live with relatives, which would put a huge crimp into her life plans, if not demolish them altogether.

Lizzy was appreciative of all her relationship with Mike's brother had done for her, but what was missing was the regular touch of a woman and she was beginning to think that while she did indeed like both men and women, she was favoring the distaff side more in her preferences. Joy was also a top, which appealed to Lizzy's submissive side. The first time that Lizzy had sex with Joy, she was so blown away by the taller girl's beauty and intensity that she was pretty much a goner. In fact, Thursday, when Mike's brother tried to call her on her cellphone, she just let it go to voice mail because she was naked with Joy at the time.

Joy loved Lizzy's competitive instinct plus her playing guitar made Lizzy seem really cool to her and God, could she eat pussy and her tits were awesome! Two weeks later, after Mike and Jessica had given her, her brother and Mike's sibling their guitar lesson that day, Lizzy took his bro into her bedroom and notified him that she was dumping him. This came as a shock to everybody and while it wasn't any of her business, Jessica was especially pissed after all the effort she had put into teaching Lizzy to play plus just lending her general life advice, not to mention her efforts to give him some exposure to the ways of sex.

When Lizzy's brother Austin noticed that Mike and his posse had stopped showing up at the house, he asked Lizzy what was going on. Lizzy told him straight out that she ended it with Mike's brother. Austin, who was much aggrieved, then notified his mom of what had happened. Wendy hit the roof, especially when Lizzy wouldn't tell her who she had sacrificed Mike's brother for. This ginned up fears in Wendy that her daughter was seeing some scumbag she was ashamed to bring home. The truth was that Lizzy brought Joy home frequently and she wasn't a scumbag by a longshot. But Wendy still didn't realize that her daughter was bi. Joy also didn't go to the same high school as Lizzy, so the after school study sessions with a couple of pretty brilliant tutors were over. Austin tried to convince Mike to continue giving him lessons, but he told the kid that for a lot of different reasons it was probably best if he was no longer involved with his family, especially as angry as Jessica and his brother were with Lizzy.

But before Lizzy had dropped the hammer on Mike's brother, Blazing Mercury did their last rehearsal the day before their scheduled show. If they got to play in front of a hundred people they would consider it a victory. The actual number was somewhere in the 50's. The stage was so small it that if one can imagine lining four average kitchen tables next to each other that was about it and it was maybe a foot off the ground. Because Adrian's keyboard rack was enormous, it was a real chore getting everything in. Adrian, Jessica, Mike, the singer and the bassist were all lined up right at the front of the stage almost cheek to elbow. "Oh well, it's a gig. Let's level the place," Mike told the other band members. And that is what they did.

The good thing about playing in such small venues is that it forces a group to keep the volume down, which makes it more comfortable for everyone to hear you. They were basically allowed to play for up to 90 minutes, more if the customers liked you. That could be cut short, though, if people were fleeing your music. There wasn't any announcement. The club owner told the band to go on and Travis informed them who they were and then went into their first song, "Firestorn," a fast tune with a nice lead dueling section and a sweet sounding harmony bit in the bridge. When they finished playing it, the reaction was polite at best, but they had at least been noticed by the bar's regulars. They immediately launched into "Born to Burn," another uptempo number with a section where the two guitars and the keyboard trade off. The applause was much stronger and people were now walking up to the stage to get a closer look while holding their beers.

"Thank you. Again, we're Blazing Mercury and we're from just a little while down the road. This is for you bikers out there. It is, "American Iron!" That song was mildly slower than its predecessor, but Jessica unleashed a series of sweeps and then a tapping part followed by agile, lightning fingered arpeggios that brought loud applause when she concluded the solo. "Jessica Hamada people! Give it up!" he said. He was about to transition into his rap for the next tune when someone wanted to know why she was sitting down. "For those of you who didn't hear it, someone asked why Jessica is sitting down and the rest of us are standing. Well folks. Jessica can't walk. She usually gets around in a wheelchair." A murmur went through the few dozen punters. "Anyway, I'm going to take the next few minutes off while the band takes you on an "Astral Migration!" The seven minute instrumental was basically a semi-classical piece that Adrian had written sometime back that they had re-arranged into a bombastic tour de force. Jessica took the first solo, going into it with a pick slide and skipped across the fretboard with some legato fireworks before Mike came in and tore up the fretboard  with little technical tricks and then just sheer speed before Adrian came in with a harpsichord section and then it concluded with big chordal harmonies and an even bigger ending flourish.

Now everybody in the bar was crowding up in front of the stage. "Holy shit, who are these guys?" was heard. After that, the audience, such as it was, was riveted and the camera phones started to come out. They were called back for four encores and could have returned for a fifth, but they were out of songs. They spent the next couple of hours schmoozing the audience. many of them wanting a hug and a photo from Jessica. They took people's email addresses or other information so that they could organize a promotional mailing list. Travis' girlfriend and Adrian's wife took pictures with their digital cameras, too, to post to Facebook, most of which weren't useable. Mike didn't care if only three people saw it, they were going to service the hell out of them.

When they got home, the workable photos were loaded into Adrian's laptop computer along with things the band members wrote and would be uploaded later when he got up. By the time Jessica and Mike finally got in, it was four in the morning. She took a shower, downed her birth control pill, left an email for her mom and went to sleep naked in Mike's arms at his house. They didn't wake up until after 1 p.m., the latest by a ways she had ever risen in her life. Mike took her home. "So how did your concert go, Jessica?" Jennifer asked. "It went incredibly well mom," and then her and Mike told her the whole story. Carl bragged to Tony that Jessica had a show the previous night, so she received a call from him and questioned her about it. "Hey, can I come see you guys rehearse?" "I'll ask Adrian, but I don't see why it would be a problem." "I'd really like to see you guys because if you are anywhere near as good as you were last year, we would like to book you at the street fair again." "Jesus Tony, that's great! I'll get Adrian on the phone and call you back." "Great Jessica. Good luck." "Thanks. Bye bye Tony."

Adrian agreed to it and they had Tony come down to a local rehearsal studio to watch them that weekend. They ran through their stage act and waited for Tony's opinion. "I have to say you guys, I'm totally gobsmacked. I think you're one of the best bands I have ever seen! You've really only done one gig together? That's unbelievable! If you were around in the 1970's or 1980's you all would be millionaires! I'll fight to have you guys headline because you'll make anyone who follows you look silly." "Thanks Tony, we really appreciate it," Adrian, a huge grin breaking out on his face, said.

That night, Mike and Jessica removed their clothes and got into bed together at his place after Mike turned the light out. "So what do you think ip? Let's say the band really starts getting traction, what are you going to do?" "God Mike, I don't know," Jessica agonized. "I love playing in front of people and I really, really like the music we're making. But on the other hand, being a doctor is something I can do for the rest of my life. Most bands are very fortunate if they're even around for ten years. Plus the record companies, they're all such a bunch of thieves. I wonder how I'll feel once the band goes from just being fun to being a business," she vacillated. "Yeah, I hear what you're saying, babe. I love playing guitar, but it's not really my life's ambition to be Gene Simmons." "Fuck Mike, if you turn into that I'll leave," she laughed.

"One of the stronger parts of our  relationship is that even if I leave the group, one of us would be able to take care of our home life while the other continues making music after I finish my residency in about ten years," she remarked, giggling nervously over how far off it will be before she gets her license to practice medicine and how much of a toll on their relationship Mike's music business ambitions may exert. "Well, at least we won't have to worry about delays in getting our kids appointments with the doctor," he chuckled. Jessica loved it when Mike talked like that and reached out to him to hold him closer. He kissed her and whispered into her ear how much he loved her. "Mike, I want you so much right now," she said with a begging tone in her voice. He kissed her passionately, alternating slow long kisses, short pecks and heated, hard ones that pinned the back of her head to the pillow as his fingers twiddled her nipples while she stroked the back of his neck with her righthand. It was a combination of her love for him and the nervous energy created when she contemplated what form their future together may take. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pressed on them until the strength in her muscles gave out, enjoying the feel of his skin on hers.

His head dropped to her bosom and he began to suck, lick and flick her erect nipples as his hand rubbed the entirety of her vulva, his ring finger nuzzling the opening of her pussy. She was so worked up even with that little bit of foreplay that she pleaded, "Mike, fuck me now baby. God, I want you!" she cried and he obliged, snaking his pole into her humid snatch, filling it and making her feel stuffed. His hips flexed back and forth to drive his spear into her jungle. She attempted  to wrap her legs around him, but they didn't have enough power to hold them up there for very long. "Godddddd Mike, ohhhh!" she was whimpering. "God, I love the feeling of your dick inside me baby!" "God Jessica, I wish I could put into words how much I love you! I wish there was a way for you to directly see what's going on in my heart," he countered while he spiked her sweet roll over and over. "Oh yes baby, oh God, take me baby , give it to me good!" she implored and he elevated the frequency of his thrusts, really pounding it into her now, his cock caught in a velvet vice and wanting it to stay there. When her panting commenced, he knew that was his cue to take it to the next level and he did, channeling his inner anger now for her benefit, savaging her cunt and chasing her into the valley of breathless ecstasy.

"Oh God baby, you always give it to me like I want it," she admired, as Mike's pubic bone continued to smash into her ass so that his cock would keep impaling her, putting her on the train toward another orgasm, Mike plowing the route to it as she rode the rails of the pleasure he provided for her. "Oh yes baby, she whispered, almost hissing, as his excavation of her tunnel brought more flooding of it in pursuit of their mutual pleasure. "Fuck me harder babe, please!" she whimpered and he gave her what she wanted, another serious attack on her virtue with his fuck stick, her voice growing louder and louder and then suddenly cutting out as the orgasm makes itself felt, followed minutes later by his squeezing off countless rounds of semen into her womb. They laid there, their hot bodies exhausted and their desire sated. Jessica turned into his shoulder to get as close to him as possible and, feeling wrapped securely in his arms, surrendered to the urge to slumber.

Jessica woke up the following morning before Mike and just lay with her head against his shoulder while on her side. She gently grazed his chest with her nails and stroked his face with her soft fingers. The sun was brightly shining through the curtained window. She threw the covers off and gazed at his morning wood, taking it in between her thumb and middle finger of her lefthand and barely perceptibly she ran them up and down the length of the shaft. Her erect nipples pressed  into his side while she did this because of the locking nipple rings. She was becoming wetter as she lightly played with his member. She gently pressed it  just under his cockhead a few times before reducing his sleepy time stimulation to the pad of her index finger gliding over the skin of his shaft and then doing circles around the very tip of it.

She was also enjoying the sensation of her own beautiful nakedness. She rose up and slid down the bed and tenderly enclosed her lips around the base of his cockhead.and gingerly pushed and pulled her lips around the full length of his penis. She came up to the tip of the head and sucked on it hard to extract his precum out of it. Loosening the pucker of her lips just a bit, she barely covered the top 10% of his head and licked and sucked it. That startled his senses and woke him up, blurting "oh fuck" groggily. "Good morning sweety!" she laughed. "Fucktoy shall continue what she was doing," he ordered. ""Yes Master," she agreed and decided to slowly tease him, pulling her mouth off and employing the tip of her tongue to flick and lick his shaft, wiggling it as she did so.

She moved in between his legs and gently grabbed his balls and rolled them in her palm while her head bowed and her mouth planted kisses on the head. She ejected a bunch of saliva on to her tongue and slathered it on that head before sucking it off. Mike was moaning and gasping and she wanted to see how much he could stand before he started to cum. She tenderly stroked his dipstick with her thumb and middle finger again while the tip of her tongue ran circles around the top part of his cockhead. Her mouth covered his dick about halfway on his shaft and she held it there, waggling her tongue from side to side underneath it Then ever so leisurely, she bobbed her head, his member coasting on that tongue while he secreted more precum that was swallowed into her tummy. She rubbed the palm of her righthand on his stomach while she sucked hard as she drew her lips back up toward the head. Then she did it again and again, squeezing more precum out of his lickin' stick.

Mike had so much pent up cum in his balls now that he felt as if he could fill an oil tanker with it. "Fucktoy has five minutes to bring her Master to an orgasm or she will be punished," Mike commanded. "Well, I guess the fun is about to end," Jessica thought as she started to bob her head rapidly, her lips slipping tightly over the skin of the shaft. In three minutes, she was the owner of a mouthful of cum. "God fucktoy, I almost don't want to get out of bed, now," he sighed. Jessica giggled and thanked him for the dose of his manjuice.

After Mike's mom made them breakfast, Jessica offered to buy her lunch later on for her putting up with Jessica being over so much. They went back upstairs and jammed and screwed around for the next four hours.

Mike's brother and a friend who he had reconnected with after being dumped by Lizzy went to the beach early that morning to surf. When the blackball flag came out signaling that the surfers had to give way to the swimmers and waders in the waves, Mike and his friend put their boards down and bodysurfed and ogled the girls who were around them. Just before noon, little brother went to a convenience store that was on one side of the front parking lot to buy some munchies and drinks. Then he saw her. "Oh my God,  that's Minako Nakanoyama!" he silently recognized. Minako was a 5'2" and 95 pound Japan-born classmate of his that he had in his health class. She was the daughter of Dr. Terukazu Nakanoyama, who went to Johns Hopkins, from where he had received his medical degree. He subsequently returned to Japan, but his taste for the American way of doing certain things and the more laidback social atmosphere there as well as a strong yen compelled him to pull up stakes, moving his wife Nanako, their one year old son Takahiro and five year old Minako to the South Bay area before ending up only about 300 yards away from Mike's place four years back. Little bro would often sneak peeks at Minako in class because she reminded him of Jessica. But other than having her in his class, he didn't know that much about her, only that he thought she was amazingly cute.

It then ran through his mind, "I wonder if she's a subbie?" She was just standing there in front of the bank of refrigeration cases in the store attempting to decide what to drink. Her friend was in another part of the store, though likely not for long. "I better go for it," he told himself. He grabbed a pen off the cashier's counter and then wrote his cellphone number on the back of a Lotto form and strode right up in front of Minako. "Hi Minako!" he smiled, looking into her eyes. Then in a firm voice,  he commanded, "here's my phone number. Call me when you get home." Mike watched her peepers. They widened and then came the telltale glazed look. "Okay," she placidly reacted.

He bought his stuff for him and his friend and then headed back to where they were stationed on the sand. "Yes!" he exalted to himself.

He tried to be cool when he sidled back up to his buddy and handed him the comestible and his coke. They sat there for another half hour before Mike 's brother said that he met somebody and is waiting for her to call him. He didn't have his cellphone with him and wanted to go home. The friend was good with that since they had already been there almost six hours.

When he arrived home, he looked at his voice mails and so far she hadn't called. So he idled the time away noodling on his guitar. A bit after three his phone rang. It was Minako. "Hi, this is Minako," she said, still having the remnants of an accent despite living in the U.S. for a decade.

Yet another instance of in disappointment there is opportunity.