Jessica Hamada was an effervescent little sprite, doing all the things little girls do in their early elementary years, her dark, deepset brown eyes twinkling as she exorcised her natural energy with her friends and classmates in the schoolyard.

Unfortunately, that would all come to a crashing halt just after she entered sixth grade. While walking home from school one fall day, her legs became a little wobbly. At first, she didn't tell her mom about it. But two weeks hence, her legs were so obviously having trouble supporting her 4'9" frame that she was taken to the doctor by her mother. A plethora of tests were run and the diagnosis would change Jessica's life forever, a genetically linked nerve condition that would inhibit her from ever being able to walk normally again and confine her largely to a wheelchair for the remainder of her life. About the best she would ever be able to do was walk a couple steps before her legs would give out.

The sudden twist of fate sent Jessica into an emotional tailspin and it wouldn't help that her school friends would evaporate, as she couldn't physically keep up with them as she used to. She went from a popular honor student to just about invisible since she lived in an upper middle class Southern California enclave where compassion was in fairly short supply and where the basis of a lot of friendships was, "what can you do for me?"

That was exacerbated by the affliction also hindering her growth and she would top out only at 4'11" and 87 pounds. That was compounded by the fact that her boobs grew to be enormous, inheriting D cups from her half Korean, Half Italian New York born mom. Her body felt like it was all out of proportion, while her leg muscles atrophied into something almost resembling sticks.

She advanced through middle school and graduated near the top of her class, but she was also reduced to just being "the Asian chick in the wheelchair," her name, her identity, seeming to disappear as profoundly as her old physical vigor did.

To salve the loneliness, after doing her homework, she watched music videos on You Tube night after night, the sounds and images transporting her away from the reality of her isolation. She started identifying with the heavy metal kids at her school even if none of them knew who she was, as, like her, they were ostracized by the conformist popular crowd, her emotions riding the power, volume, speed and alienated lyrics of the genre to obtain the strength to keep pushing on day after day.

In fact, in eighth grade, she noticed how much attention female guitar players were receiving on the site and the comments about their playing far kinder and more encouraging than what they often were for males, some of them even jokingly proposing marriage. Since she didn't have any hobbies other than reading and peeping You Tube, she decided she wanted to learn to play guitar, too. She bugged her parents about it until they gave in part way and bought her a hundred dollar Epiphone acoustic, but also demanded that she take lessons. Of course, what she wanted was an electric axe, specifically a Jackson Rhoads RR5 because it looked wicked cool and was a model created by then custom guitar builder Grover Jackson back in the day for the late Ozzy Osbourne guitarist Randy Rhoads. The body size was smaller than a lot of more conventionally shaped guitars and, so she believed, would be a better fit for her. It was also well over a grand and she would need an amp for it, so her parents said no to that not just for the cost, but the noise and the prospect that she would probably lose interest in it like a lot of kids do when they find out it's a lot of work to become competent on the instrument.

Not having played a note in her life, she went down to the local guitar shop for her first lesson, where she ended up under the tutelage of 41 year old jazz fusion guitarist Dan Molezki. Using a book created by the famous Berklee College of Music along with other materials, Malezki started with the very basics, hand positions, fingerpicking techniques, playing scales to develop fluidity, dexterity and understanding the fretboard and keys, and etc. He slowly brought Jessica along, giving her encouragement and advice to get over little technical hurdles, especially those arising out of her having small hands. Now instead of watching You Tube videos after completing her homework, she practiced guitar, gradually improving over the ensuing months as her fingers began to execute the music she was tackling in an increasingly smooth manner. Modes, the cycle of fifths, ear training, chord substitution, by the end of just short of 15 months she could pick out licks from songs and play them, like Metallica's "The Unforgiven" and parts of "One."

But during one session with Malezki, she asked him if he could teach her "Hatebreeder" by the Finnish melodic death metal band Children of Bodom. He looked at her blankly and asked, "who?" When she explained about lead guitarist/singer Alexi Laiho and his partners in hardcore riffage, he responded that heavy metal and shredding weren't really his bag.

The other thing is that playing heavy metal on acoustic guitar just sounded lame to her anyway.. Jessica pestered her parents to please get her the Jackson and a Marshall amp. Her dad was an insurance executive and could afford it. She also wanted to change teachers to a guy who had graduated from Guitar Institute in Hollywood who taught at another shop the next town over because she didn't want to play jazz, though Malezki's instruction had enabled her to acquire a fair degree of skill and musical understanding.

Her parents relented on the finding a new teacher, but insisted that she continue with the acoustic. guitar for the time being. Her mom shepherded the aspiring virtuoso to her weekly lesson, dropping her off before doing the grocery shopping. Her new instructor, Jay Hartberg, commenced their relationship by seeing what she could do already and he was decently impressed since she had been playing only a little over a year. He worked with her on being able to execute fast arpeggios cleanly and how to mix and match scales all over the fretboard in different keys, having her work out of handwritten samples taken from material by Paul Gilbert, Yngwie Malmsteen and Richie Blackmore.

She practiced her ass off for  as long as six hours a day to master everything she was being shown. She also went online and messed around with tablature of songs she liked just to keep from getting bored with technical exercises. As the weeks passed, she was able to perform more and more material without a whole lot of trouble to the point that she was fantasizing about playing on You Tube herself.

Her birthday came in August and, after she blew out the candles of the cake her mother made, her dad dashed off to their bedroom and brought down a big wrapped box. He put it down gingerly, leaning it on the table next to where Jessica sat, and, slightly out of breath, he smiled and said, "happy birthday sweety. I think you'll like this."  She had the wrapping off the box in no time and screamed triumphantly when she saw the Jackson logo on it. It was really packed in there, though, so her dad had to extract the case for her and then he opened it. Jessica began to cry and hugged her father and her mother after seeing the offcenter shortened v shape of the RR5 guitar, in white with a gold scratchplate and two very hot Seymour Duncan humbucking pickups.

"Let me take this in your room for you, honey, and we have something else to show you, too." A speechless Jessica followed her parents into her bedroom and there it was, a Marshall Vintage Moderne 100 watt half stack, provoking Jessica to once again be reduced to tears. "Try not to play it too loud, okay kid? I don't want the cops showing up."

Her dad, Carl, had talked about her wanting a guitar with his coworkers, one of whom was an amateur guitarist himself. He was the one who recommended what amp to buy and even went down to a guitar shop with Carl to help him with the purchase. Then Carl left it at his coworker's house until Jessica's birthday, picking it up that morning and lugging it into her room before going in late to work.

An electric guitar is a peculiar beast and, while easier to play compared to an acoustic, there are other issues to deal with, such as dialing in a good tone, dealing with feedback, using your guitar's controls to create dynamics between clean and crunchy tones and on and on. She made a note to ask her teacher about settings the next time she saw him. She was starting to feel like a real musician now even if she knew she still had some ways to go.

Time tore another year off the calendar and now Jessica was a tenth grader, but just as invisible on her high school's campus as she was in middle school. She lost some of that baby fat in her face and body by that time and was beginning to display some pretty monstrous chops. Her teacher, in fact, had guided her through some of the Van Halen catalog and she nailed her tapping skills. Then it was on to sweep picking, string skipping and economy picking. While she was playing for her teacher, other students and even customers began peeking in to see who was playing those crazy George Lynch licks in the other room.

With money she saved from her allowance, she bought a passel of foot pedals and a powered pedal board. She was finally arriving at the point where she felt ready to make her You Tube debut. Yes, she could hit the buttons with her feet with no problem, she just couldn't stand on them very long.

She did some test videos, but they sounded like crap because the microphone on her parents' video camera wasn't built to digest the qualities of hard, loud music. Therefore, she got herself a Line6 PODXT, which had various classic amp models programmed into it and allowed her to play right into her computer.Though the distortion was a little digital for her, that worked a lot better, especially since You Tube's compression ratio was going to take some of the edge off of it anyway.

Sitting on her bed with the camera just a few feet away, she started filming. She activated a backing track she found online and then tore into OzzY's "Crazy Train." She was so nervous that parts of it were a little rushed,  but she hit all the notes, except for a couple of bends she missed, and was satisfied enough with it to upload it. The only thing she hoped for was that people wouldn't slam her for her efforts.

Jessica knew it would take some time before people noticed her video, so she recorded some more. It sometimes seems like there is in the You Tube guitar community a kind of compulsory phase for new players in a manner similar to the compulsory component in figure skating. "Crazy Train," Guns and Roses "Sweet Child of Mine,." Metallica's "Seek and Destroy" or "Enter Sandman," it was like one had to do your version of those songs to gain some initial acceptance from the You Tubers before you could move on to less traveled roads. That is what Jessica did. With the nervousness from her Ozzy endeavor over, she ripped through "Seek and Destroy" and then Iron Maiden's "The Trooper" in quick succession and uploaded them as well.

"Well, there it is people. Please don't be mean to me," she prayed under her breath.

She decided not to read the comments, if there were any, for her videos for the next week just out of fear. She then learned Deep Purple's "Burn" and the aforementioned "Hatebreeder" by Children of Bodom during that same week. She recorded her renderings of those classic tunes and uploaded them. Then she took a deep breath and began looking at the comments under her first few videos. There were only a few hundred views in total, but those who saw them left feedback such as, "holy shit! That was killer! You rock!" and "Fuckin' sweet, girl. Can we jam sometime?" And the funny "will you marry me!" They were also remarking on her looks, telling her she was hot. She shed a tear at all this. She wondered if any of her classmates had seen her videos, if they even knew she was in the same rooms with them five days a week.

The hits started to pile up and now people were subscribing to her channel and it snowballed from there. Some wanted her to do certain songs. Others passed along playing tips. She rejoiced when her version of "The Trooper" went over 1,000 hits. She tried to answer each comment and was grateful for the positive feedback.

Then something REALLY wonderful happened at school. She was sitting in her third period geometry class when she saw Mike Alyea repeatedly looking at her. She didn't know how to react to that, whether it was done out of spite or what. Alyea was an ex-middle school classmate of hers but they had never met. He did make a name for himself among some of their fellow students when he pulled off a near note perfect cover of Eric Johnson's "Cliffs of Dover" at the school's talent show. That brief bit of acclaim went out the window, though, when he advanced to high school, where he became a nobody again.

After fourth period, it was lunchtime and, as usual, Jessica wheeled herself over near a brick planter next to the campus amphitheater, where she quietly ate the meal she brought from home. Alyea came strolling by and then walked right up to her. "I've been looking for you." All she could rejoinder with was a reflexive "hi." "I saw your You Tube vids and you're totally awesome!" "Really? Or are you just being a dick?" she rejoindered. "No, I'm totally serious! Oh my God, when you did that Bodom tune, I watched it over and over to learn to play it off of your video. The camera angle was perfect." Of course, she respected his ability as a guitarist, so that caused a huge grin to break out on her face. He then pulled out his cellphone and got one of his friends on the line. "Dude, you know that Asian chick we saw on You Tube the other day? She goes to this school! I'm talking to her right now! Over near the bricks next to the amphitheater. But check it out, she's in a wheelchair! No, I'm not shittin' you. She's been in my math class the entire time and I had no idea. Okay, see ya."

Five minutes later, she found herself surrounded by four other teenage guys wearing t-shirts from Mastodon, Maiden and Buckethead. This was more attention than she had received total between the time her legs went bad and now. She was a little leery, knowing how cruel boys that age could be and was wondering if she was being set up to be the object of some lulz. "So this is my bass player Dennis, my drummer Matt, our singer Travis and my friend Kurt. They all reached out to shake her hand. Following some small talk that mainly centered around how she ended up in a wheelchair and how she became such a good guitar player, Mike asked her, "so hey, you wanna play with us?" Jessica was taken aback. She tentatively responded, "what do you have in mind?"

"Here is our situation: our other guitarist moved a couple months ago and we haven't been able to find a replacement. We also want to play the school talent show and do a Maiden tune and need a second guitar player. You interested?" "What do you want to play?" she returned. "I was thinking that we could do "Hallowed be Thy Name," he informed her. "Cool! I already know that song. So do you want the Adrian (Smith) part of the Dave (Murray) part?" He shot back that he wanted to do Dave's solos. "Okay,  great, I'll do Adrian's stuff."

Btw, how much do you weigh," questioned Travis. "Oh shit, here it comes," Jessica thought. Her smile disappeared and her face went ashen from the expectation of getting punked. "87 pounds" she quietly answered," preparing herself for the inevitable pisstake. "Do you think you could lift her Travis?" "What do you mean lift me?" Jessica worriedly inquired. "You've seen videos of Maiden where Bruce (Dickinson) puts Dave on to his shoulders while he solos, right?" "Yeah," she acknowledged. "I want Travis to do that with you since you're so small plus it would just look really cool." Not to mention she's hot," Kurt burbled. "What about it Travis? Are you man enough to lift her?" Mike teased. "Well, let's see!" Travis exclaimed suddenly knelt down in front of her and urged her to get on his back. "Are you serious?" Jessica wondered who was watching this and if anyone was videoing it. "Fuck yeah, I'm serious. Come on, I won't hurt you." "Oookay," she sighed and leaned forward and he set himself under her legs. She wrapped her arms around Travis' neck and shoulders and he held on to her legs for dear life." "Okay," Mike began," now sit up a little like your holding a guitar." Jessica straightened up and tried to balance herself and assume a picking and fretting position. She attempted to apply some strength to Travis' shoulders with her thighs, which proved difficult. They wavered some more and Jessica almost fell over backward, but the two eventually found a balance point and then Travis started hauling her around while the other students wondered what the hell was going on over there. Travis backed her up against her wheelchair, squatted, and with Mike's help, got her back in her seat.

"Dude, how are we going to rehearse? She can't haul her own equipment." "Kurt, you're the road crew buddy.." That engendered a discussion of everybody's gear. Then the lunch bell rang. She gave Mike her cell number and everybody dispersed.

That evening, in the middle of working on X Japan's "Kurenai," her phone went off. It was Mike. "Hey," "Hey." "What are you doing right now?" "Trying to learn an X Japan song," she averred. "Cool. Are you Japanese?" "No, I'm part Japanese, part Korean and there's some Italian in there, too." Cool!" "So when do want to rehearse with us?" "I don't know. I'm kinda new to this". "How about Saturday? My parents will be at my little brother's baseball game and we can do it at my house. I have an attic that we converted into a music/game room." "That's great, but how do I get up there?" "Oh fuck, that's right." "Sorry." "No, don't worry about it. I guess we can use my garage, but it really limits how much time we can play before the neighbors call the police about the noise." "Yeah, you have to really crank a Marshall to get a good tone out of it, so maybe we can practice it acoustically and then try to do it with the amps on?" Jessica suggested. "Yeah, that might work. We can give it a shot." "Okay, so what time are you going to pick me up?" "It's kinda early, but how about 11 {a.m.)?" "I'll come over with Kurt and help you with your equipment. "We can just take my amp. I don't think the school is going to allow us to use our full pedal boards. Their electrical system probably can't handle the whole load." "Good point. Okay, it's a plan. Give me your address and some directions."

As it turned out, Mike and his friends were only a couple of developments over from where Jessica lived. That Saturday, Mike and Kurt showed up at her door and her father went to answer the knock. He opened the door and with a menacing stare, asked, "can I help you?" "Hi Mr. Hamada. We're friends of Jessica's and we came to pick her up to rehearse for the school talent show. " This was the first Carl had heard of this and he asked the boys to wait at the door before hustling off to her room. Rapping on Jessica's door quickly before walking in, and with some irritation, he informed her that two boys were at the door for her. "Okay, thanks dad. She slipped into her wheelchair and rolled out to the front of the house as her dad let them in. "Are you ready?" "Yeah, my room is the first one on the right."

They entered her room and Mike picked up her guitar case and Kurt grabbed the amp head and took them to Kurt's Toyota truck, which had a camper on it, before Kurt returned for the cabinet. "Sorry, Mike, but you're riding in the back. There isn't enough space for the three of us." "Yeah, alright" Mike said in feigned anger.  Kurt picked Jessica up as her dad watched from the window and placed her on the passenger's seat. Mike then slid her wheelchair into the camper before he stepped up into it and shut the door.

A few days ago, Jessica was an almost spectral presence in her school for all the attention nobody gave her. Now she was hanging out with a bunch of boys and was going to put herself in front of the entire student body. This wasn't like putting a video on You Tube, where you can't see the viewers. This was imminent reality. She gulped nervously as the truck headed out of her development.

At Mike's house, Kurt backed his truck into the driveway. Mike scrambled out the back and pulled Jessica's wheelchair with him before helping her into it. She watched as the two boys then withdrew her gear from the camper and put it in the garage, where Mike had his Marshall half stack, Dennis his Ampeg SVT bass rig and Matt his drum kit. They had a little p.a. system for Travis' vocals. The other band members walked out of Mike's kitchen and everyone took their positions. They put a chair out for Jessica and she slid on to it and then strapped her guitar on before sticking her guitar cable into the jack of her instrument. They powered the amps up and had them sitting on standby. They were going to try to do this acoustically until they meshed and then they would turn on and crank it.

Jessica had never played with real musicians before, only backing tracks. This was going to be an interesting experience. "1-2-1-2-3-4!" Mike barked and he began to play the opening arpeggios of the tune. When the rest of the band kicked in, with Matt playing as softly as he cold so everyone could be heard it was a little ragged, but serviceable. "Okay, let's try it again fuckers!" Mike yelled. This time, there was more rhythmic cohesion. Jessica was loosening up after being a little tight. The next run at it resulted in some out of tune harmonies  For the next 15 minutes Jessica and Mike worked on the timing of the harmony sections so that their bends were spot on and didn't create any dissonance.  They tried it again as a group, with Travis sitting it out to save his voice and it was beginning to coalesce. They then opted to turn their amps on and it sounded big and full, with Travis showing some real lung power in reciting the lyrics.  They knew they could do it better and did it again. Finally, ti was right on and they all smiled at each other because they were destroying. This was heady stuff for Jessica as her fingers danced all over the fretboard. She wanted to do it again, so they did. And it killed. They did it yet again and likewise. High fives all around.

They agreed that would be the end since they didn't want an excuse for Officer Friendly to come to the party. In one nearly seven minute song all the work she had put into learning guitar was worth it. The guys were also all getting off watching Jessica play, their pants all tented at the end of the rehearsal. Each wanted to bone her something fierce, but they knew that wasn't happening. In the bullshitting that followed, one of the boys asked her if she had a boyfriend. She laughed ruefully. "Boyfriend? I don't even have any friends!" "What about your You Tube friends?" Mike asked. "Those aren't real friends. They just friend me because either they want friends or they're just being nice." Well, I think you'll get yourself a lot of new friends after they see you play live!" Mike guessed.

"Hey Travis, try picking Jessica up again!" "Alright," he muttered before he hunkered down and felt Jessica's thighs on his shoulders. He ran out into the backyard and wandered around with her as they told her to act like she was playing. He had to do all the work keeping her upright. Travis put her down on a deck chair to take a break. While on his shoulders, she had to lean forward a little bit to take some of the stress off of her legs and she had to alter her playing posture to do it. Travis was game for another attempt and she was soon back on him. She found a comfort zone and was able to play her part before Travis decided to put her down again. "So can you play that way?" Mike asked Jessica. "I think so." We'll rehearse again next Saturday and try it again," Mike asserted. "Okay," Jessica assented.

School talent shows are inevitably lame and it's hard for them not to turn into one big dorkfest. Plus it would be held in the cafeteria, which wasn't exactly optimum from an acoustic standpoint.

The day of the show, a Friday, and during the last two periods, Jessica wanted to throw up. She was exceedingly leery of putting herself out there like that plus she didn't want to let the other band members down. She was really hoping, though, that when she got picked up by Travis, that she didn't fall and break something, like her expensive guitar.

The band was third from last and Kurt and the other members dutifully loaded their gear on to the stage and it was plugged in and hooked up. Mike had Dennis turn down because of the boomy acoustics. Mike, Travis, Dennis and Matt all walked on to the stage and took their positions. Stage left there was an empty high stool. The audience gasped as Jessica wheeled herself onstage, where Kurt lifted her and propped her up on the stool. Mike could see the "WTF" look on the faces of the onlookers and he smiled slyly. Jessica took her guitar from Kurt, already plugged in, and turned the volume control all the way up. Mike counted off and so the song began quietly with his ringing fingerpicking backing Travis' stentorian vocal. The rest of the band came in, Jessica synching her riffs with Mike's before the harmony part came  up and the band then just took off, bulldozing the audience rhythmically while Jessica and Mike locked in to push the melody hard before the song shitted gears again into a fast section for the last part of the tune. Travis ran over to Jessica, bent down, she fell on his shoulders and he pushed his knees up as she balanced herself, throwing her right arm in the air at the end of each phrase while Travis hauled her around like a madman before putting her back down on the stool so she could concentrate on the last harmony section before they took it home. That drove the crowd nuts and the competition was over by the time the song came to a close, their fellow students giving them a standing ovation.

Kurt took her guitar and put her back in her wheelchair in an awkward conclusion to their one song set and she cried as she went backstage. The band were all high fiving each other and then embraced Jessica when they saw her weeping. She hugged them back tight. The two other acts did their thing, but nobody was paying attention as they were talking about the band with the Asian chick in the wheelchair who kicked major ass.

Another one of Mike's friend's took video of the song and promptly put it on You Tube along with the names of the people in the band. It created a sensation, the combination of the moment when Jessica wheeled on to the stage and then was put on the stool and then subsequently Travis carrying her around triumphantly brought many observers to tears. By the time Jessica dressed for school the following Monday, over one million people had seen it. In addition, it was watched by a local news producer, who called their parents to ask them about it. Jessica's phone vibrated while she was in that geometry class. When she looked to see who was calling, it was her mom. She turned her head away from the teacher and whispered into her phone: "hi mom, I'm in class right now. What is it?" "A reporter from a local news station called about your performance at the talent show." "Jessica reflexively blurted out, "What?" The teacher whipped around and told Jessica to put her phone away or he would take it from her. "Mr. Dillard, a reporter has called her about the talent show Friday," she told him. "Put the phone away Jessica, now!" "Bye mom, gotta go."

Ten minutes later, the principal of her high school walked in with reporters from two other local stations in tow. The students saw the tv cameras and they all leaped out of their chairs trying to get some lens time. Jessica's heart was now in her throat and was frantically trying to think how to handle this sudden turn of events. "Ms. Hamada, please come with me." Mike was in that same class and wondered why he was being left out of this. To her credit, Jessica said to the reporters, pointing at Mike, "hey,  he's in the band, too." The reporters wanted to talk to him now as well and he was invited by the principal to his office.

Another camera crew had rolled up to Jessica's home and were disappointed that only her mom was there, so, after a relatively brief interview, they hightailed it to Jessica's campus and walked into the principal's cramped office when the other reporters were in the process of bombarding Jessica and Mike with questions.

Jessica was now going to be consumed by the public and she wasn't comfortable with it. She tried to have them to concentrate on Mike since this was all his idea. They asked who the kid was who was carrying her around on his shoulders and, after she told them, Travis was soon hauled in to give some answers on behalf of ratings and a babbit principal who wanted to promote himself. Travis, who had the lead singer's disease starter kit personalitywise anyway, was more than glad to be in the media glare, but the other two weren't.

Once all the questions from the assembled gaggle of news mannequins ceased, they then started fighting over who would get to talk to her alone. Mike and Jessica looked at each other like this wasn't happening. "This is how our news media acts?" they both thought. Finally, Jessica put the brakes to this, asking, "can I go back to class now?" "Jessica, please, just a little more time," one of the reporters begged. "Sorry, but I want to go back to class," she stammered. The principal, detecting that he had lost control of the situation, felt he had to reassert himself and told the newsmen that this little press conference was over.

Jessica bolted out the door with reporters and camera people dogging every revolution of her chair's wheels. Mike followed her and he finally had his fill. "Listen you fucking assholes, leave her alone, alright? She's had enough and so have I! Fuck off!" "Hey kid, who the fuck are you/" one of the cameramen riposted. "Somebody who's going to make you pick your teeth up off the ground, that's who you cocksucker!" Mike grabbed the handles of her wheelchair and began running until they arrived at her next class. The assembled media clowns hovered outside her door before the teacher walked over and shut it in their faces. The principal then told them to leave or else. The reporters looked at each other and then figured that they weren't going to get anything more out of this and chose to go camp out on Jessica's lawn instead. Jessica called her mom with her teacher's permission to tell her what happened. So when the reporters arrived, so did the police, informing the reporters that this home was in a private development and so they could either depart or spend the night in jail. They left.

The phone calls continued, though. People  and US Magazines. TMZ. Network news shows. Finally, in exasperation, Jessica's mom disconnected her phone.

At the end of the period, Mike and Jessica went to the principal's office and asked to be allowed to go home early because of the hubbub. His phone was still ringing off the hook, too, every line on it blinking for some reporter from somewhere who wanted to talk to him and, if he could arrange it, Jessica. The principal was all too glad to talk about himself, but for potential liability reasons, wasn't going to grant them anymore access to his students.

Mike loaded Jessica into his car and first went to her house to check on her mom, who was found watching tv with a scowl on her face. When Jessica and Mike crossed the threshold of the door. Jessica's mom gave her a big hug while Jessica broke down in tears, rhetorically asking, "what is wrong with those people mom?" I know, I know honey, what a bunch of assholes, aren't they? My poor baby."

Just then, another tv truck drove up. Jessica's mom called the police while a reporter knocked at the door and wouldn't stop. They all decided to leave. Jessica and Mike would go to his house since he lived in a gated community while Carl and his wife would head for a local hotel and check in under assumed names. Jessica's mom talked to Mike's mother before sending the pair off to hide from an out of control media.

When they arrived at Mike's house, his mom already had her lawyer on the phone about possibly suing the school district for enabling the harassment of her son, especially since she was afraid they would suspend or expel him for what he said to the cameraman out of anger provoked by their inability to control their behavior toward Jessica.

Jessica, who had only a backpack with a change of clothes and a pair of pajamas in it, was beside herself at all this. The media had turned what was arguably the highlight of all the years since she had been affected by the physical ailment, into a theater of voyeuristic cruelty.  She sat there on the couch in Mike's living room with her head buried in his shoulder. Mike comforted her, but also couldn't help but noticed the scent of her hair and the softness of her body. His cock came quickly to attention and he pulled the lower half of his body back a bit so that she wouldn't know he was getting aroused.

Mike got up and squatted down and told her to get on his shoulders because he was going to take her upstairs. Jessica was afraid he wouldn't be able to make it. Mike was six feet tall, but lanky. He told her not to worry about it. So she tilted her body into him and he crooked his arms around her legs and went for the stairs. He had to lean over almost like a ski jumper to keep his weight toward the stairs and not on his heels, where he could end up injuring both of them severely. He slowly struggled up each step and finally made it to the second level. He paused, sucked in a big gulp of air and then took her into his bedroom, where he dropped her on a very messy bed.

"Sorry it's so gross in here," he apologized. "Don't worry about it. Thanks for inviting me to stay at your house until this all dies down." They fell silent as she tried to collect her thoughts and get back on a calmer emotional footing. Mike was just trying not to jump her bones as his cock throbbed in his pants. 'Man, look at those tits, Jesus," he thought to himself. She noticed him staring at her intently and turned towards him. "Did you say something?" "No. Well, I hope you won't get mad if I say this, but you're beautiful."

She giggled and then said, "you haven't seen my legs yet. Totally disgusting." "I doubt it. How about you show them to me and let me judge?" he snarked, jovially putting his tongue between his teeth to indicate that he said it out of jest. Her slit eyes seemed to pop open wider at the suggestion. She actually thought it would be kind of hot to take her pants down in front of him, just a little tease, but she hated her legs so much. She was really scared that he would be turned off and maybe she wouldn't ever get to play with him again.

She wouldn't have a chance to do it, though, as his mom came up to check on them, especially her. "You feeling better Jessica?" Yes, thank you Mrs. Alyea." "My mom, the cockblocker," Mike wisened silently. 'Okay kids, keep the door open and I'll call you when dinner's ready."

Mike went to his desk where his computer was. He checked Google News and just for fun put in Jessica's name to see what would happen. To his astonishment, up popped dozens of references, from major newspapers to tv stations out in Kentucky. Pretty big change for a girl who wouldn't have been identified by her classmates in a police lineup three days ago. He clicked on one of the links and video popped up. "Mike, I really don't wanna relive that again. By the way, can I play your LTD?" "Yeah, sure." He plugged some headphones into his computer upon handing the guitar to Jessica. "Fuck Jessica, you should see this. They are all basically the same report and none of them can pronounce my last name right!"

Having the guitar in her hands helped discharge some of the nervous energy she had from all the bullshit she suffered at the hands of the media. "Of course, none of them said anything about what happened after we tried to leave the principal's office." "Yeah, figures." She was beginning to relax on the fretboard now, playing bits and pieces of lead guitar parts from different bands.

"Hey Jessica, you want to do a video tonight?" "Sure, but what do you want to do?" I think we should give a little more of a clearer picture of what happened to us today." "Don't you think that would just make things worse?" "They can suck my balls." An epithet that was instantly succeeded by the thought of how much he would have liked Jessica to lick his sack.

This is how they spent their time until dinner. Jessica was a little uptight because she had never met or talked to Mike's parents. Shit, she didn't even know Mike that well, either. Mike then had to take her back upstairs. Mike pulled the tripod mounted camera out of a corner of the messy room and placed it in front of the foot of the bed. He had Jessica crawl over there and sit up. He plopped himself next to her. With a press of a remote, it was lights! camera! action! "Hi, this is Mike Alyea and next to me is Jessica Hamada, who you may have heard of. We just wanted to inform everybody of what a bunch of douchebags the media are. We only wanted to play an Iron Maiden song for fun at our high school talent show. I had met Jessica only recently after seeing her kick ass guitar playing on You Tube. She is just so nice and talented that I asked her to join up after our other guitar player relocated. Her joining this band for this gig and our singer hoisting her up on his shoulders wasn't an attempt to make some politically correct bullshit big statement, but just some righteous rock and roll. Plus we had seen Bruce Dickinson do it with Dave Murray and thought it would be cool to repeat that because Jessica is so petite and I wanted people to recognize her for being such an amazing guitar player."

With that, lines of tears descended Jessica's face. She picked up the ball: "basically, the media turned something that was just supposed to be FUN into an attempt to make me some kind of symbol so that they could have some heart tugging story to get ratings....." "Fuck you media!" Mike malevolently interjected, raising his middle finger.

"So our principal dragged us into his office in the middle of my and Mike's geometry class on the command of the reporters and made us answer questions." Mike interrupted, "you should have seen them. It was a feeding frenzy. When Jessica started crying from the pressure and tried to leave, they followed us down the hallway and I finally snapped, telling them to leave us alone and fuck off and die. One of the cameramen became belligerent, so I told him I would drop him right there. I then grabbed the handles of her wheelchair and ran off to her next class, where they continued to follow. The teacher had to shut the door in their faces to keep them out and the principal, who I think was getting off on all the attention, ordered them off the campus, it got that out of control. Then they started showing up at Jessica's house and thank you to the police for getting rid of them for her. Her mom was getting so many phone calls she had to finally disconnect her phone and the entire family went into hiding."

"Yeah, they turned what had been one of the best things I ever did in my life into a circus. It was ugly and disgusting and everybody involved should be ashamed of themselves," Jessica fumed.

"So to both the local and national news media, suck my salty balls!" Mike stated and then shut the camera off.

"Wow, that felt good," he smiled. "Yeah, it did, but I just want this shit to die down," Jessica added. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. Her righthand wrapped itself around his waist and her head reclined against him. She let out a long sigh. He looked down into her eyes and slowly tilted his head while easing it closer to hers. She relaxed and closed her eyes while parting her lips. It was her first kiss and it went on for some time, as his tongue slathered hers and went spelunking all over her mouth, slightly smearing her lipstick. She exposed her neck to him and he dove right in, kissing, nibbling and licking it. She had been aroused before either while fantasizing during masturbating or seeing a hot guy at the supermarket and getting a "wet on," but her pussy was hot, slick and drenched now as her nervousness and her evolving horniness conspired to make her an easier mark for his passion.

His righthand went from her back to her right boob, gently fondling the large globe over her top. Her nipple felt the pressure of it and stiffened. She slid her hand up his shirt and explored the topography of his almost hairless chest. He used his weight to topple her on to her back, where he pulled her top up past her bra and get a glimpse of her formidable cleavage. He was secreting precum as his balls filled. Jessica wondered to herself if this was getting out of hand, but she also rationalized that she needed the experience and didn't know when she might get it again. He fumbled with her bra and couldn't get it undone, cursing under his breath. She pulled up and smiled at him while reaching around and unhooking it. Her massive mounds popped out and jiggled as they did so, her erect, dark brown nipples basically almost acting as a bullseye tempting Mike into sucking them, which he did. She reveled in the sensation, feeling the pull of his suction on her milk dud, the jolt of pleasure rippling down her soft but flat belly to her clit, which became just a bit stiffer and a tad warmer. He was really working her tits, enjoying the fact that while they were firm they were also tender.

His hand opened the clasp on her pants and then she felt the pressure release of the zipper giving way. He slid his hands under her white cotton panties and found the center of her sex and pushed  and pulled his fingers against and off of it, making her squirm. She was panting now as she felt so many things she had never experienced before, the warmth of a man's body against hers, the suction on her nipples, what felt almost like being high due to all the endorphins this little encounter was producing and the strength of his hand against her most sensitive area.

She had a lot of tension to work off and she was doing exactly that. She pulled his head into her breasts as she pushed her vulva against his hand. Her clit was almost burning now from his stimulation. Her breathing was sporadic and shallow, her heart about to jump out of her chest. "God, it's so hot," she thought to herself as her face and chest became flush. "(Pant, pant), oh God, don't stop," He quickened the frequency of his ministrations on her clit and then it happened, she tensed up, her back arched and then she let out a guttural moan and then a succession of gasps that signaled an orgasm.

When she came back down from the high of the orgasm, she knew she had to give him release, too, especially as he had gotten up to take all of his clothes off, his seven inch stiff dick evident in all of its glory. She wasn't on the pill since she never expected to have a boyfriend and had never had one. "Do you have a condom?" she asked dreamily. "No, unfortunately," he complained. Nonetheless, he was starting to pull her pants off. She stopped him. "I don't want you to see my legs!" He ignored that and just yanked them off anyway, leaving her in her panties. He examined the troublesome limbs, curtly insisted that he had seen worse. He reached inside the waist band of her underwear and removed that, too. She had never been so exposed to another human being other maybe her gynocologist. "You know we can't have sex, right?" She reached out and gripped his cock. She was checking out its texture and length. Her heart rate ratcheted up a touch further. It was so warm and rigid.

He pulled her up so that she was now sitting up. "Lick it." 'I've never done this before." "Yeah, you said you never had a boyfriend before, which I can't figure out." She smiled and leaned her head down and caught the head of his meat stick with the tip of her tongue. There was no taste, so she licked more of it, reaching the frenulum just under the head. He flinched and moaned." "Did that hurt?" "Oh no, do that again," he said. So she did over and over. "Put it in your mouth and suck it," he demanded. She engulfed it with her mouth, putting as much as she could in it without gagging and felt it ride her tongue  "Okay, keep your mouth closed, but move it up and down." She did as she was told and could hear him moaning and grunting as his cock was sandwiched between her lips. "Oh fuck yeah, keep doing that. And rub my balls." She took her lefthand and ever so gently fondled his nutsack. "Oh yeah," he reacted, closing his eyes to concentrate the sensations in his mind. "Okay, move your mouth faster on it." he ordered. She kinda cocked her head and then alternated it back and forth as fast as she could and his breathing became very rapid. "Yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck yes," he moaned, as his balls began to tighten. "Damn, I'm going to shoot," he notified her. She pulled her mouth off of his manhood and was greeted with several shots of spunk on her lower jaw from his quivering rod. He looked down on her and enjoyed the site of his semen dotting her cheeks and chin.

"Sorry about that," he lied. He picked up his t-shirt and wiped his baby batter off of her. She figured she better get dressed in case one of his parents walked in. He put his boxers and jeans back on and opened the door just so things wouldn't look suspicious to his mom or dad, who had been watching tv the whole time. He gave her a guitar and he took one so it would appear they were just jamming rather than getting hot and heavy.

When the show was over, Mike's mom showed up and said that she had prepared the sofa bed in the attic music/game room. "Mom, can't she just sleep in my bed and I sleep up there so I don't have to carry her up?" "Ewww, no! Christ Mike, I can't believe that you even showed her your room with the state it's in. Sorry you had to see this, Jessica." Jessica giggled and said she didn't mind.

"Well Mike, get to work and escort her up into an actual clean room! "Aw fuck," he lamented. His complaint wasn't so much that he had to haul her up to the third level, but that she wouldn't be in his bed with him for the night. He began to fantasize how tight this less than five foot hottie's pussy was and pondered whether he would be able to get his cock all the way inside her.

He lifted her up on his back and trudged up to the attic. He could feel her luscious rack pressing into his back. He was hard again, but couldn't do anything about it for now. After dumping her on the sofa bed, he heard his mom clomping up the stairs, so he only had time to give her a peck on the lips before backing away. He then said, "wait one minute," and dashed down the stairs and snagged the LTD and brought it to her, which she thought was really considerate, though she wouldn't be plugging into his amp or his pedal board, both of which were against the righthand wall of the room. "Goodnight Jessica." "Goodnight!" she sang.

She turned on the plasma screen tv that was affixed to the opposite wall and put it on the Comedy Channel, but whatever they were doing on it was going in one ear and out the other. Her fingers roamed the fretboard of the black six string in her hands while she reflected on the events of the past week and how surreal some of it struck her as. She almost surrendered her virginity to Mike at age 16, but was glad she didn't in that bed. She would rather have done it in something a little more hygienic and neat. But now having done things most people have made her feel less alienated and more desirable. She was especially gratified that Mike wasn't nauseated by her legs.

She wasn't sure how she would live down the media attention so that she can have a normal life. She hoped that all this would blow over and she could be a regular person again.

Jessica put the guitar down next to the bed and clicked the tv off. She would have had to get back into her wheelchair to extinguish the room's light, so she opted to try to make the best of it and laid on her side and went to sleep. A little while later, she wasn't sure how long, she felt a hand on her body. She awoke with a start to find the light off and Mike in bed next to her. She snuggled against him as he encircled her with his arms. The tip of his tongue traced a line down the inner ridges of her ear lobe, which tickled. She flipped over and pulled herself as close to him as she could short of performing surgery on him. They began kissing passionately. "What about your parents and your brother?" she whimpered. "They're asleep. Don't worry about it."

He crawled on top of her and pinned her arms to the bed. She looked up at him through the shadowy darkness and felt his weight on her. He released her hands but slid his down and pushed her legs over his shoulders. "I told you we can't have sex without a condom, baby," she said as nicely as she could manage. "I know and you're right. He began to undulate his hips and she could feel his cock through the material of his boxers rubbing against the material of her pj bottoms and panties, exerting pressure on her vulva. He pulled away from her and deprived her of those bottoms, her virtue defended only by the flimsy undies she wore. He placed her legs over his shoulder again and pressed his cock harder against her cunt. She shifted her hips to get the best feeling she could from his thrusting and now his shaft was sliding against her clit through her panties. She let out a moan, which inspired him to ask if it felt good. "Oh yes." "You want me to keep doing it?" he aimed to confirm. "Oh yes baby, I'm so wet right now." That last statement put a little more giddy up in his engine and his thrusting took on a new urgency. They didn't really know what to say, so their conversation degenerated into a litany of groans, moans, sighs and grunts. She felt how damp her panties were but didn't know if that was due to just her or his precum, too. She held him tight as he loomed over her, providing her sensitive clit with the friction it needed for maximum pleasure production. The attic was very warm, too, and he was sweating now, his scent intoxicating to her.

She was gasping and pushing her clit up into the path of his swollen dick and then, like earlier back in his room, her back bowed as she seemed to hold her breath before she machine gun panted away her body convulsing orgasm. About two minutes later, he was ready to go off, too. He unbuttoned her top with his rigththand while gently rubbing himself with his left. Once he got the top open and her tits were out, he stroked himself hard and fast and shot a huge snotty load all over her knockers and her stomach, his rough breathing sounding almost feral to her, which she found rather hot and primal.

He wiped up his cum with her pj bottoms and tossed them back on the floor. "You're so amazing," he enthused. "You're mine now, you know that, right?" She grinned to the point it almost hurt and replied, "and you're mine, too." "Sweet!" he affirmed.

He rose and kissed her goodnight.

The next morning, if they thought that the last 24 hours was bad, well, all hell broke loose when they basically accused the media on that video of not just misapprehending what Mike, Jessica and the band were doing, but exploiting them for ratings. The public was split on the question, with most favoring the position of the teenage musicians, but there was a significant segment who felt they should have just accommodated the media and endeavor to turn it into cash. Mike reacted to that by noting, "not everybody is a fame whore."

Angry or opportunistic teenage hackers took down a score of major and local media news sites, the homepage of one big media conglomerate smeared with what appeared to be photoshopped dogshit.

In addition, an American population fed up to the hilt with media dissembling flooded them with thousands upon thousands of angry phone calls and emails, some of them making terroristic threats. One local reporter was mugged by a group of men while they were reporting on a murder story, the assailants saying they wanted "you motherfucking vultures" out of their neighborhood.

That forced the hand of news organization after news organization to issue press releases defending their practices. It also resulted in the usual media circle jerk, where they interview each other on the 24 hour cable news networks and try to pretend that everything really is on the up and up when it clearly is not.

The roiling controversy compelled Jessica and Mike to stay put and basically put everyone associated with them on the defensive. The media camped out in front of their school hoping they would show. The principal called in sick and the school board, which also had its website attacked, issued a press release of its own requesting that the media respect the privacy of its students, which then engendered a charge from the media that the board was promoting censorship.

Extra absurdity was realized when some of the students left campus during first period, bought several cans of shaving cream and some pie tins, donned ski masks and pied several unsuspecting reporters. The attack was captured on video by one of the pranksters and posted to You Tube, which immediately went viral and was subsequently picked up by the media, which then put itself on the cross saying that it was being punished for giving the public what it wants, as if its positioning of a physically challenged girl  joining a rock band as much more than it actually was was in any way ethically justifiable.

Against the background of all this sturm und drang, while Jessica liked being with Mike, his house wasn't exactly handicapped accessible. When she needed to go to the bathroom, it was a very tight squeeze indeed. When she wanted to take a shower, there was no bench in the stall, so they had to improvise by putting one of the beach chairs in the shower for her to sit in so she could wash herself. Then there was the whole stairs thing. She was afraid that Mike would hurt either himself and/or her taking her up and down them.

Finally, she was in somebody else's place. Being a guest is an always uncomfortable proposition and Jessica was wary of being too much of an imposition. It was also a drag that Mike's mom was home all the time, too,.

Consequently, they spent the entire morning and into the afternoon in the music/game room that was Jessica's bedroom for now. They couldn't go anywhere because they might get picked up by the police and accused of being truant. They did some jamming/noodling around on their guitars, watched some tv and even snuck in some occasional makeout time, though they had to be cognizant of keeping the door open.

Three o'clock rolled around and Mike took off and went to the other side of town, where he thought it unlikely that anyone knew him, to go buy some condoms. He brooded on how this and his carrying Jessica up and down the stairs meant he was working hard for the pussy he was getting. Make no mistake, though, he was really taken with her because she was so low key and he now had a girlfriend who shared his interest in guitars and heavy music. Nevertheless, also being a teenager overflowing with testosterone, he wanted his cock comforted.

Once he snagged the rubbers, he drove home. Jessica then broke the news to him that her mom had called and said that they would be returning to her house the following morning. That spurred Mike into all kinds of reactions, ranging from, "shit, I got to do her tonight then," to just flat anticipating how much he was going to miss her when she goes out the door.

Mike's friends came over a little while later to hang out for a couple of hours until it was time to go home for dinner. Jessica didn't eat much and Mike more or less gulped his food down and then he feigned a caveman character and tossed Jessica over his shoulder and made his way up the stairs to his room. Mike shut the door and began macking on his new squeeze. Then the door to his room suddenly opened just as they were breaking a kiss. "Keep the door open kids," Carl intoned with a smartass grin on his face.

The phone was still ringing frequently from the press inquiries, but the media had taken so much flack over their positioning of this story that they were getting gun shy and chose to begin moving this human interest (read: voyeuristic) feature toward the past tense file. This would prove to be the last time anyone in what they refer to as the "journalistic class" would bother Jessica, her family and anyone at her school.

Mike and Jessica pulled up You Tube again and he noted her screen name, "Iron Princess,: one she more or less created on spur of the moment and rather tongue in cheek. He took the initials of it and started calling her "ip." She laughed and taught him that "ip da" in Korean means, "to wear," so maybe he had better think of something else to call her. "I like you all over me, " he punned, causing her to giggle and then look up at him with an impudent smile. 'Well, apparently it's all that's on your mind," she needled. So the nickname stuck, but she made him promise he wouldn't say it when anyone else was around. It would just be between them.

Time goes by so quickly when one is enjoying oneself and Mike's mom poked her head in to deliver the word that that it was time to take Jessica up to bed. Then she turned red and giggled at how that sounded. "I'm not saying anything," he snorted while Jessica was reduced to hysterical laughter. He threw her over his shoulder again like a sack of potatoes. He  delivered her to her temporary sleeping quarters and pecked her on the lips before his mom, who had tailed them, walked in to confirm that nothing untoward occurred. Jessica knew Mike would be back.

Around 11:30 p.m., with his folks metaphorically sawing logs, Mike furtively climbed the stairs. The light in the game room was still on. They smiled at each other as he  leapt in next to her and immediately pulled her close. She tilted her head, which lay on his shoulder, up and his lips found hers. The skin on his hands and arms enjoyed the feel of her shape against him. He masturbated after dropping Jessica off in the room, fantasizing how he was going to take her cherry, which caused him to spew a humongous load of jizz all over himself, some of it even spattering his face, he was so horny. He undid her pajama top and was delighted to discover that she had already removed her bra, her melons bouncing out and her nipples erect and ready to be sucked. She had anticipated in her mind what would happen when he visited her bed and her pink pussy had begun the process of preparing itself for a likely invasion. He nuzzled her neck while his righthand squeezed and rubbed her yellowish white mammaries, his palms pushing and wiggling her stiff nipple. He lowered his head to suck on the coffee hued nubs and she moaned quietly while her brain gorged on the sensations. He grasped the top of her pj bottoms and yanked them off. Jessica let out a moan because of what she knew was coming next. The sequel to the disappearance of her pajamas was the taking of her panties, bringing the curtain up on her bushy twat.

He took a minute just to look at her. "Fuck ip, babe, you look amazing." She smiled with lidded eyes, like she was in a stupor, and watched as he undressed himself Before foresaking his trousers, though, he pulled out a little silver packet and tore it open. He fumbled with it briefly but managed to roll it down over his dong. His dick was at its full length and she welcomed him into her arms when he jumped back into bed with her. He pulled away from her and traced a line down her abdomen with the tip of his tongue. When he dragged it through her black pubic hair and then across her clit, she expelled another moan. He sealed the slit in his mouth and sucked and licked on it. Her moans were increasing in their frequency. "God, is this what it feels like when you get a blowjob?," she dreamily asked him" Without separating his mouth from her clit, he hummed affirmatively. 'God, my clit feels so hot," she groaned while he pulled on it with more suction, her body and mind surrendering to the sensations like a heroin addict enjoying the rush of his drug of choice. She was panting now. "Uhhh, God, I'm going to cum!" she urgently whispered. He sucked harder and distended her clit as much as he could. When it rebounded back underneath her hood, she became a slave to the heat and stimulation, raising her hips with a choked gasp as the her clit spasmed and shepherded her to the summit of pleasure.

Mike dug how she tasted and her reactions to his licking while his stone cock throbbed in readiness for its appointed duty. He brought Jessica off again, which relaxed her and sapped some of the energy from her that otherwise would have gone into tensing up when he entered her. He moved up on top of her. Her eyes appearing almost sleepy, she requested that he take it slow and easy with her. He assured her he would. She grabbed his soldier and pointed it at his target. He gently rocked his hips so that just the head would cross her state line. She felt the cockhead push the walls of her pussy apart. "Just relax, babe," he suggested. Jessica closed her eyes while Mike gradually sunk his prong into her. She was surprised that she wasn't feeling any pain. He got about three quarters of the way inside her while her vaginal muscles clamped on to Mike's fleshpipe. He withdrew it a few inches and then leisurely revisited the vacated territory. "Are you okay babe?" Jessica quietly retorted that she was. He pushed his sperm syringe deeper and Jessica sucked some air through her teeth. He pulled it back, but was still inside her. "Relax babe, I hope this doesn't hurt too much." With that, he rammed his spooge sausage into her hymen, causing her to scream in pain into her palm as the thin membrane gave way and bled. He withdrew again and loaded his hip flexor muscles up and began sending his cock in and back out again at at a more feverish rate.

"God, this feels amazing," he said to himself. His cock was caught in something that reminded him of a velvet vice as it bore into her and exited over and over. He saw her writhing while she coped with the pain and, out of concern, queried whether he should stop. She shook her head from side to side and he continued to drill her well, her blood now leaving its mark on the sheets under her ass. She was feeling the pain lessen as her pussy adapted to what was penetrating it. He was still not putting it all the way in. He finally decided to so, though, and struck her cervix, whereupon she asked him to take it a little easier. At least now he knew how far he could go inside of her and his thrusts became firmer except he pulled his cock up each time just short of the gate to her womb. He adjusted his position and moved her legs up over his shoulders and she rested them on his back while he plumbed her depths. "Oh God! she exclaimed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh....." as she started to moan. The pain was only faint now and the pleasure was struggling desperately to overtake it.

"Oh God Mike (gasp gasp), ohhhhhhhhh...." the pleasure crawling through her and growing in intensity with each passing minute." (Panting) oh fuck Mike, yes, oh God yes!" she bleated. "You like that babe?" "(Pant pant), faster!" He complied, really pounding her now," "(Suppressed gasping), yes oh God ohhhhhhh, shit!" She felt mikes pubic bone crashing into her ass as he fed her now hungry pussy his meat. " God, oh God, fuck me hard! Fuck me!" she yelped while she dug her fingernails into his biceps. Jessica was right within sight of the top of the mountain now and hung there for a minute anxiously awaiting permission from her body to go further. She covered her mouth as her breathing became louder, shallower and more ragged. Mike could see her cheeks and the area round her collarbone reddening. He was putting it to her hard now, although he was frustrated he couldn't shove it in to his hilt. Her face contorted and she felt the pleasure hit her like lightning tipped with opium, muffling her hyperventilating with her hand. Mike was getting closer, but the rubber band that rims the bottom of the condom was tight enough to help him hold off propelling his sperm into the rubber inside Jessica.

She felt the heat radiating from his body, the smell of their lovemaking permeating the room. She could feel herself being pushed back up the side of that hill again and her brain was clutching at that sensation like it was worth all the money on the planet. 'God, I'm going to cum again," she hissed in a tiny voice. She tried to keep quiet while the heat in her pussy inched her nearer the height of ecstasy. Mike was grunting now as his balls boiled and his available energy was declining. Jessica involuntarily flopped her hips up and down before she expelled another series of choked gasps. Less than a minute later, Mike reported that he was about to deploy his liquid rockets and 30 seconds after that, he produced a series of short grunts and then a long sigh while his balls hurled volley after volley of his cream against the walls of the condom that was entrapped by Jessica's vaginal walls.

He collapsed on top of her and then turned on his side, scooping her into what the Japanese call his "ude makura," or "arm pillow." In other words, her head was resting on his shoulder now as they both caught their breath and allowed the high of their orgasms to clear from their heads. Mike slid out of bed  and went to the bathroom and flushed the condom down the toilet. He washed himself off quickly and strode back to Jessica's side. He had played her with his cock like how he plays guitar, hitting the right notes at the right time with the proper rhythm that held the everything together. It was his first time, too, and he had somehow pulled off a night they both would never forget.

Now that Mike's penis was no longer stuffing her, Jessica's vaginal walls throbbed from the trauma of his consensual assault and the fatigue from the strong contractions she experienced when she orgasmed. Then she wept out of happiness and relief that everything had gone so nicely after all the horror stories she had read on the net dealing with women's first time experiences. She felt part of the human race again and the years of loneliness had been swept away by this one night.

Mike was at a loss as to how to handle the afterglow of sex coolly. He braced her face in his hands and told her, "you're so wonderful babe. I hope you enjoyed this." She smiled weakly and averred that she did and that she was glad he was the one she lost her virginity to. "It was my first time, too," he informed her. "Really?" Jessica wondered. "Oh my God, you're totally amazing!" "No," he riposted, "you're the one who's amazing.". They looked at each other silently with silly grins on their faces for a minute or so. He had run out of things he could think of to say, so he begged off with, "I had better get back to bed before somebody discovers us." They kissed one more time and he hurried downstairs, but not before turning off the light for her.

Jessica woke up the next morning and, as she slid over to one side of the bed to get her bag with her change of clothes in it, she saw it and panicked. "Oh shit!" she whispered to herself as she peered at the blood stain on the bed. She was mortified and turned over in her mind how she was going to explain it. A little lightbulb came on in her head and she would use the excuse that she must have spotted the bed due to her period starting and in the haste to get out of her house had forgotten to bring tampons with her.

And Mrs. Alyea bought it while Jessica apologized profusely and then asked for an ibuprofen for the non-existent cramps she was having. She wanted to be with Mike, but she also wanted to go home and the sooner the better. After eating breakfast with Mike's family, his mom took her home once she confirmed that her mom had gotten there and would be waiting.

Her mother debriefed her, but Jessica didn't tell her that Mike and her were a couple now since she didn't know how she would react. Jessica rolled back to her room and sank into the bed, giving thanks to God that she was back on familiar turf and with her parents. The phone wasn't ringing, which was a good, thing, too.

Around noon, she received a call from Mike, who was back in school. "How come you didn't come to school today," he interrogated. "My mom thought I needed another day to just let all the craziness cool down," she said. "Can I see you today?" "Yeah, I would really like that." "Your mom won't be upset if I show up there?" "I don't think so. I don't see why. I haven't told her anything about us." "Okay ip, see you later." "Bye sweety."

When school let out, Mike went home and locked his Strat in its case and set the controls of his car for Jessica's house. He was using the guitar as a subterfuge to convince Mrs. Hamada that he and her daughter were just going to play guitar together. He shifted uneasily on his feet when he stood in front of the door to his new girlfriend's house. Mrs. Hamada answered the door. "Hi Mrs. Hamada, is Jessica home?" "Yeah come in. Jessica! Mike's here!" "Tell him to come in my room," she shouted back. Mike began to walk toward the area he heard her voice emanating from. "Yeah, I'll come in her room alright," he snickered in his mind. Unfortunately, Mrs. Hamada was right on his heels. "Keep the door open honey and don't play too loud." "Okay mom."

Of course, as soon as her mom spun around to go back to what she was watching on tv, Mike and Jessica were on each other like a wet suit that was too small. They still had their guitars slung around their necks, but Mike was almost eating Jessica's face and she was taking his tongue as deep in her mouth as she possibly could. Jessica pulled away and flicked the standby switch on her amp to "on" and chugged out some palm muted low register lines. Mike was plugged in to Jessica's Pod device and was playing through her computer as she created a loping tempo in A minor that Mike began soloing over. He nodded to her as he switched over to rhythm and she to lead. "Nice legato ip!" he encouraged her. She smiled as she knitted together a series of sweeps and then hit a really obvious clanger when she got a little out of control, resulting in both of them stopping to laugh their asses off. "Her being able to play like that is just so hot," he thought to himself. "He put his righthand on the back of her head and pulled her toward him, kissing her slowly and taking in the scent of the soap she had used earlier in the day to shower with. He wanted to fondle her boobs, but her guitar was in the way.

He backed off and they resumed their little sonic back and forth. Mrs. Hamada appeared in the doorway of Jessica's room and told her dinner would be ready soon, which was the cue for Mike to leave. "You coming to school tomorrow?" "Yeah, I think so. It's going to be a little weird, though." "Yeah, I got a lot of weird stares from people today, but it was no biggie." Well, see you tomorrow ip!" "Bye," she got out before his lips covered hers.

When she returned to campus, the Asian chick in the wheelchair who everyone had ignored was now being stared at by what seemed like the entire student body. So many of them wanted to go up to her, but what are you supposed to say to a chick in a wheelchair?," they hesitated. A group of heavy metal kids passed her and they all struck guitar poses and made "wheedly wheedly" noises. She laughed at that and waved at them. "Rock on Jessica!" one of them finally shouted. She wheeled into her first class before the morning bell and took up her customary position in a corner of the room near the last aisle of desks. Everybody who walked through the classroom door steered their eyes toward her before looking away. Her American Lit teacher, Mr. Arneson, welcomed her back. None of the other students really knew her, though, and so they didn't know if they should clap, say something or what. At least a couple of the girls resented Jessica for getting famous on one song while nobody outside their immediate high school cared about them.

Jessica fidgeted and tried to focus on the incipient lecture and ignore the stares she was getting. She more or less mechanically took notes and even answered a question that Mr. Arneson had put to the class. There was an air of unreality about it all, though, and she still didn't have her psychological feet, er, wheels, under her yet.

Her second period class went by uneventfully, too, and then it was time for geometry and her boyfriend being in the same class. She waited outside the door for him and when he saw her he practically broke a jaw smiling. He bent down to hug her and give her a brief kiss. Some of the other students filing in to the room looked at them and thought, "what the fuck?"

Like the other two classes, her instructor welcomed her back. During the lecture, though, she emotionally anchored herself to Mike, who was sitting in the same aisle but four seats ahead of her. She caught his eye several times,, which made her feel safe and reassured.

Mike walked her toward her next class, which was down the hall from his. He hugged her again and said he would see her at lunch.

Time seemed to be stuck in the mud during that fourth period. When it finally ended, she slowly negotiated through the human traffic and into the quad and waited at her customary spot. A couple of minutes later, Mike joined her. He pushed her to a bench at the back of the amphitheater and then had her slide out of her wheelchair and on to the seat. She was attired rather primly in a white blouse and almost new jeans, her hair tied into a pony tail. He gazed into her eyes and then looked at the way her jet black locks framed her exotic face. He thought she looked hot, but in a very simple and classy way. He kissed her and then asked, "so what's for lunch?" She didn't see him pull out a lunch for himself. "Why, don't you have anything to eat?" "The food here sucks. I usually wait until after school to eat." Well, you can have half of my ham sandwich," she offered. "No, that's alright ip. I can get something later." Jessica felt uncomfortable having him watch her eat while he didn't. "It's alright sweety, your mom fed me a lot of good food, so here, have this." He took the half a sandwich from her and wolfed it down while she daintily consumed her half in small bites. She then pulled a baggie of orange slices out of her bag and offered one of them to Mike. "Here, eat!" she commanded. "Okay mom!" he responded in feigned anger.

Once the orange slice was inside him, he turned and reclined on the bench with his head in her lap. She lovingly stroked his face before he pulled her head down for a kiss. She ran her hand up his t-shirt while he slipped his right hand up the rear of her her blouse and lazily massaged her lower back. Jessica's phone rang. It was her mom. "Hi. It's gone pretty good so far. A lot of people are staring at me but not really saying anything." Mike pantomimed that he would drive her home from school. "Mom, Mike said he would drive me home. So you don't have to pick me up." Then Mrs. Hamada popped the question that Jessica didn't want to hear her ask. "So are you and Mike going out?" Jessica hesitated and before telling her they could talk about it once she got home and hung up.

"What was that all about?" Mike asked. "She wanted to know if we were dating." "Do you think she would mind?" "No, I don't see why she would. But she's kinda protective of me. I think you can understand." "Yeah. I know how she feels." 'Really?" "Yeah. You're a special girl ip and not in a Special Olympics way." "Oh my God, you didn't just go there!" she questioned in a teasing way." Sorry, I didn't mean that." Jessica laughed and said she was kidding because she knew it was a joke.

The bell rang and Mike helped her back into her chair and went part way with her to her fifth period class. "See you after school babe" he said and departed after kissing her again.

He met her as she was entering the quad at the end of the school day. He pushed her out to the parking lot, where his car was situated in a corner space. A lot of the cars around it had already left. This is when Jessica found out about Mike's daring side. "After he folded her wheelchair and wedged it into the back seat, he opened the driver's side door and asked, "hey ip, there's nobody around. Would you give me a bj? "What?" she squealed incredulously. "Come on, it'll be a rush. Jessica was excited about the idea, but also filled with trepidation. "What if they got caught? My dad would castrate Mike with his bare hands and I would be grounded until I leave for college," she thought. Mike unzipped his pants and then undid the hook on his jeans. "Okay, but just this once," she insisted.

Jessica tremulously gripped Mike's cock. Her eyes darted out the window before she leaned all the way down and lapped lightly at his cockhead. "Oh yeah babe. Fuck, I'm hard." She licked up and down one side of his engorged organ and he shuddered. She pulled his schlong into her mouth and while rubbing the base of it with the thumb of her righthand, bobbed up and down on it. 'Oh yeah babe, fuck yesssss" he moaned as his precum leaked on to her tongue and then was swallowed into her stomach. "Almost there babe," he signaled. She could hear how edgy his breathing was. She bobbed furiously, using her mouth to squeeze his cock like a tube of toothpaste her heartbeat a million miles an hour. "Oh shit, oh fuck, gonna cum babe," he warned. Jessica was in a dilemma. She couldn't let him spray his semen all over his car. "What should I do here?" she thought before Mike erupted into her soft, moist mouth. The texture was like snot. She let him finish but then opened the car door and spit it out on to the asphalt. Mike fell back against his seat with his cock still hanging out and panting. "Oh fuck babe, that was incredible" He tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped them up, gave Jessica a long, wet kiss and then drove them to her house.

Helping Jessica out of the car and into her chair, he accompanied her to her front door and bent down in front of her and kissed her goodbye. "Bye honey," she sang and watched as he went back out to the driveway. As soon as she opened the door, her mother yelled from the living room that she wanted to talk to her daughter.

"Hi sweety," Jessica's mom greeted from the couch as she faced her daughter across the coffee table. "So you and Mike are an item then?" "Yeah, kinda." "What do you mean kinda?" "Yes, he's my boyfriend mom. Why?" "Honey, I don't want to see you get hurt. The last week or ten days have been so crazy I just hope you're not getting into something you're not prepared for." "So you would rather I be alone again?" "No. I'm glad you have some semblance of a social life now. But you don't really have the social skills a lot of other kids do, either."

"Mom,. you already told me about sex and dealing with boys. I understand that you're concerned and I'm glad you are. But Mike is a nice guy and he's also talented and smart." "He's also an emotionally immature teenage boy, Jessica. So you had better be ready for some weird behavior from him sometime. By the way, have you guys had sex?" "Mom! Jesus! Why are you asking me that?" "Did you?" "Mom, what goes on between Mike and me is none of your business!" "So did you guys use protection?" her mother asked. "Mom!" Jessica refused to continue the discussion any further and rolled her chair to her room as fast as she could, her face red in embarrassment.

She called Mike and gave him the gist of the conversation with her mother. He asked if her dad would kill him. 'I don't know, I think we should play this by ear for the time being. So I better stay home tonight to keep my mom from freaking out." "Okay ip. I'll see you at school tomorrow." Jessica dug in to the pile of homework she had to makeup now in the wake of the contretempts with the media.

Her mom calmed down and didn't broach the subject again during or after dinner. Or even in the days that followed. Meanwhile, Jessica had sex with Mike again at his house after his parents went to another of his little brother's Little League games. It was painful, but not as much as her first time. She wished she could feel his naked cock inside of her rather than being wrapped in a latex sheath, but there wasn't anything she could do about that until she turned 18. Or so she thought.

The next Monday, she came  home from school and her mom announced that she was going to take Jessica to the doctor the following week for a physical. "What the fuck?" Jessica pondered suspiciously. "Whatever. At least she isn't asking me invasive questions about my relationship with Mike."

Her dates with Mike weren't really dates. He wasn't comfortable with the usual dinner and a movie stuff, though they saw a couple of films together, but when they saw each other it usually involved checking out guitar stores, jamming and doing videos. And, when they could, sneak in in some sex. He was very kind and encouraging to her and was genuinely glad she didn't make a lot of demands of him and gave him positive feedback on his playing. The truth was, though,  that he didn't want to be shown up by her and now practiced more than ever. Thus, she became his lover and his rival, but he would never tell her that.

Jessica wondered what the sudden demand by her mom that she have a physical was all about. As it turned out, she wanted her to take a pregnancy test and then get a prescription for birth control pills. Jessica was mortified because it just felt really weird to have your mother taking such an active hand in your love life. On the other hand, no need for more condoms! Yay! Her mom also reminded her not to tell anyone but the person you are with that you are on the pill because most of the high school boys are going to whisper that you're a slut if it gets out.

She began taking her pills religiously at the same time every day. Six weeks later, she broke the news to Mike that she was on the pill. "No shit, really? he asked to make sure he heard right. "Yeah. My mom guessed that we're having sex so she put me on it. I haven't told her any details, though." "That's good," Mike responded. "He kissed her hard and then admitted, "Jessica, I love you!" "Now how did he mean that?" she wondered. She decided to risk it the way she wanted to comprehend it. "I love you, too, Mike." They sat there in the late spring sun holding each other tightly. The school year was just about over and they will be able to see each other as much as they want soon.

As she uploaded more videos on to You Tube, about half of them with Mike, sometimes with their band, she started getting offers to play with other groups in the area. She was at Burger King with her mom getting dinner one evening when some guy recognized who Jessica was and tried to get her to join his six piece prog band. That was fine, but the guy was in his early 20's and she got the impression that he saw her more as part of their marketing effort than for her ability per se. So she blew him off in a bad way. She believed her future would involve some more conventional profession. The only physically challenged famous musicians she knew were Rick Allen of Def Leppard and Jose Feliciano and Allen didn't start his career being that way and neither was a woman.

Anyway, the weekend after they revealed the depth of their love to each other, Mike took her out to a restaurant, where he ordered strawberry shortcake for dessert. But only for Jessica. He plucked the whipped cream covered large strawberries out of it and fed them to her. She thought it was really cute and sweet. They got back in his car and Jessica saw Mike's need for thrills manifest itself again. Tooling along a winding road that lead to a ridge overlooking the rest of the northeastern part of the county, he stopped at a gate and opened it. "Where are we going?" she worriedly inquired of her mate. "This place was foreclosed on a couple of years ago and has sat vacant since. It's fucking huge and kinda secluded."

He drove the car through the gate and then got out again to shut it. He continued further down the road leading to a huge house, but then pulled off the main path and on to what appeared to be a recreation area, complete with a tennis court that had seen better days. There was a row of trees lining one side of that part of the property and Mike pulled up past them so that the car couldn't be seen from the main road.

He helped Jessica out of the car, grabbed a blanket and a pillow out of the trunk and pushed her up a rising path. It was pitch dark until they reached the top of that path, which opened up to the aforementioned panoramic view of the lights. He set the blanket down on a grassy area adjacent to the path they just negotiated and then placed the pillow in the middle of it. "Are you sure we're okay here?" she asked him, almost pleading. "Yeah. The bank that owns the property has given up trying to sell it because there aren't that many people who can afford a $25 million five acre mansion and what it costs to maintain it," he explained. "I found out about it because a friend of my dad's worked for the brokerage that was attempting to move it."

Whatever the story Mike told her, she was still nervous about being somewhere they weren't invited to. Mike picked her up out of her chair and gently moved her on to the blanket. He laid down next to her and enveloped her in his arms and kissed her. Eventually their ardor ratcheted itself up as the kisses got longer. Mike's dick was already at full attention. His righthand crept up Jessica's tank top. It wasn't long before both the top and bra were put aside, exposing Jessica's pert nipples to the breezy night air. Mike encircled her right nipple with his mouth and flicked and stroked it with his tongue. Jessica closed her eyes and drank in the sensations as her nipples began to protrude more prominently. Mike moved to the left one, gently biting it while using his thumb and middle finger to lightly fiddle with her other one. Jessica started moaning. She loved having her nipples sucked so much. It made her very wet and turned on and the breeze wafting over those nipples and her upper body just felt really good. She reached over and unzipped his pants. He pulled the clasp apart for her and then her hand guided his cock out of his boxers. He felt her fingers swirling over the tip of his cockhead while he tickled and tantalized her nipples. She slid her hand further down and then with a slow steady rhythm began jacking him off. "Ohhhhhh" he whimpered. He stood up and totally disrobed. He then deprived Jessica of her pants and damp panties, leaving her as naked as the day she was born.

Mike repositioned himself so that his cock was right beside Jessica. She turned toward it and let him press it into her mouth. He started sort of face fucking her, his swollen shank enjoying the turbulence of her suction and how it felt to have it coast over her tongue. He was so horny now that he wasn't going to last long. He took his cock out of her mouth, pulled her up so that she was sitting, and she accepted his turgid dangler into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down, her lips vacuuming it. "Shit babe, I'm gonna shoot," he said to her. She pulled her mouth off of it and, pointing it toward her tits, she stroked it fast and hard, Mike spasming jet after jet of jizz on to her boobs. "Oh fuck, wow, you're still amazing, ip," he celebrated.

He pushed her on to her back and nudged her legs apart. His tongue kissed and nibbled the inside of her thighs before moving his mouth to her slit. He licked it vertically and pushed two fingers into it, feeling the spongy section of her pussy just inside the opening. That was her g spot and while he worked that digitally, he rolled her clit around with his tongue. The wind was still stimulating her nipples and even her skin. His tongue rubbing one side of her clit hood and then pushing it and sucking it, blood was pumped to the tip of it, making it extra sensitive and hot. Jessica let out raspy, breathy moans while Mike's tongue and fingers spurred her sensations to ever increasing intensity. After a mere ten minutes, the mix of Jessica's pussy juices, doing this outside and hearing her sigh and feeling her squirm had gotten his penis to begin firming up once more. Jessica felt her vaginal muscles twitch from the finger banging she was subjected to. Mike sucked hard on her clit, the resulting distension of it producing intense bursts of pleasure in her lower body. Her breathing was now like an out of control locomotive, huffing and puffing and moaning and whimpering.She grabbed Mike's head and pulled it into her crotch as she saw stars from the exploding orgasm that tumbled through her, her vaginal muscles clenching his fingers and then releasing them when the pleasure peaked and subsequently receded.

"Fuck me baby," Jessica said. She wanted to feel his raw cock in the deepest regions of her body. He obeyed her wish, rolling her over on her stomach and straddling her. Finding her hole in the dark, he divided her vaginal walls with his meat sword and plowed it as deep as she could allow with long, slow strokes initially, each passage of his cock through her opening eliciting sparks of electricity that made her moan. He gradually improved the pace of his thrusts and that pace was equaled by the rate of her gasping, which, along with his grunts, echoed around the vacant luxury property. She loved the way his unsheathed dick was creating sensations that were different and more vivid than when it was covered by a condom. "Oh God baby, oh fuck yes, god yes, oh yes," she cried out. "You want this cock as much as you can get it don't you?" "Oh yes, fuck, it feels so good," she indicated. "Fuck Jessica, your pussy is so tight. Ah ah ah ah" he approved. He started pounding her even harder and she was about to cum, screaming that fact at the top of her lungs before the heat conquered her body and she secreted her lubricant all over his pole. Her declaration of carnal surrender made his balls shudder and he likewise loudly proclaimed his imminent orgasm. A few more thrusts and he coated Jessica's shallow, snug fuck hole with his thick, warm cum. He pulled out of her and lay beside her.

She rolled over on her back to recover from the exertion. His semen began to drip out of her and the cooling breeze felt so sensuous against their exhausted bodies. "You know we're crazy for doing this, don't you?" she posited. "Isn't that half the fun, though?" he grinned like the cat that ate the canary. They rolled back over on their stomachs and gazed at the lights below them. "God, that's so pretty," she swooned. "Yeah, but not as pretty as you ip," he said. She felt the gooey manjuice still dripping out of her and on to the blanket. "We'd better leave," he concluded.

They decided, though, to go back to the car still naked. Mike opened the passenger side door and the dome light came on, bathing Jessica's bare body in the faint white light. He just sat there and looked her up and down. She smiled at him before he leaned over and kissed her heatedly. He felt her up a little and then got up and helped her get dressed before he donned his clothes, too. They exited the property and on the way home, Jessica remarked that what they did was fun and thrilling. While his cum smeared her panties and inner thighs as it leaked out of her battered cunt, he laughed  and repeated, "yeah, it was pretty fun, wasn't it?"

When they stopped at the curb in front of Jessica's house, she told him that her parents would be gone most of the next day to go to a boat party being thrown by her dad's company's big boss. "They'll be gone by 9:30, so you can come over anytime after that," she explained. Her parents actually didn't cotton much to leaving Jessica home by herself in a reflexive bit of overprotectiveness, but she talked them out of making her go. "Come on mom, a girl in a wheelchair on a boat. As if that would work!" Her mom relented figuring, too, that at some point she was going to have to learn to live on her own, so they decided to take the chance and see how things turned out.

By 10 a.m. that Sunday, Mike was in Jessica's bedroom. His eyes wandered around the neatly organized space, her pedal board next to her low slung bed on one side and the Epi acoustic and the Jackson on a dual guitar stand on the other within easy reach. To the left of that was her computer desk. There was also a box full of cables and other detritus of guitar players next to her instruments. In the drawers built into the bed's platform were tab and other music books and her underwear.

He laid a kiss on Jessica and she swooned into his arms. Within 15 minutes they were both laying naked and he was sucking on her boobs and playing with her clit, touseling her pubic hair while he did so. Then she saw a wide grin on his face. "Hey ip, you know what would be hot?" he began. "What," she asked. "You should shave your pubic hair." "Why?" "Because when I go down there I get hair in my mouth." Jessica knew that a lot of young women these days excised their "underhair" but doing away with hers had never seriously crossed her mind. "I'll help you with it," he smiled lasciviously. She emitted an evil rictus of her own and suggested, "I get hair in my mouth, too. So if I let you shave me you have to let me shave you." He was definitely up for that.

First, they needed to shower, though, to help soften up the sensitive skin in those areas. He picked her up and she directed him to the hallway bathroom, where there was a walk in shower with a bench and a shower massager hanging on a clip about two feet off the floor. He landed her on the seat and closed the door. She turned the water on and took the massager and began spraying very warm water around her pussy. Mike grabbed the massager from her and sprayed her tits with it, admiring how the wetness made them shine, before turning the nozzle toward her mound. He stopped and exited the shower to grab some scissors and a tube of shaving gel her father used on his facial stubble. Returning to the stall, he began trimming off clumps of Jessica's undergrowth. She watched him intently, urging him to be careful. When he had cut the hair as far down as he could with the scissors, he opened the tube and squeezed some of the gel into his hands. He applied the gel to Jessica's remaining pubic hair, working it up into a good lather. "Shit, I forgot the razor," he muttered, going back out to open a drawer, where Jessica kept her razors for when she shaved her legs. He loaded it with a new blade and re-entered the shower. He studied Jessica's groin carefully and then slowly began paring the hair away, being conscious of going with the "grain": of the hair to prevent any of it from becoming ingrown, which is painful. Methodically, he denuded her pubic area, putting more gel on it as needed to keep the hair soft and pliable. After about ten minutes of this, he was done. Squatting before Jessica, he admired how her tight slit was now fully visible. His eyes journeyed up her body and down again, taking in the panorama of her beauty. Of course, he had another raging hard on, too.

"My turn," Jessica chirped. She took the scissors off a low ledge in the stall and sliced away significant amount of Mike's manhair. She looked up at him and giggled nervously while avoiding accidentally poking his engorged penis with the cutting instrument in her hand. She took that as far as she could and then spread the gel all over his groin. Very gingerly, she brought the razor in contact with the hair and it began to fall to the floor of the stall. Mike was loving the vision of the water pouring over Jessica's back and shoulders, some of it dripping from her full breasts while his pubic hair was carved away. She shaved the last it of it and smiled up at him. "All done!" She opened the shower stall and told him to wait there while she crawled over to the vanity. She opened another drawer and grabbed a tube of moisturizer. Upon her return to the stall, she slathered the moisturizing cream on his now hair free pubic region to keep the skin soft in hopes that would keep any bumps from forming. She also did the same for herself and then they washed and toweled themselves off. Jessica gathered the shaven hair out of the drain screen and flushed it down the toilet so her parents wouldn't know what they did.

Mike picked Jessica up again and conveyed her to her bed. He stood in front of her while they just spontaneously broke out into giggles like a couple of naughty children. "God, his cock looks so much bigger and yummier," she thought to herself, which only made her more aroused. He asked her to suck him and she did. However, she was in the same dilemma, as when she blew him in the school parking lot: what to do with the cum. She didn't want him splattering her bed with it. So when he was ready to spew, she took it into her mouth and then grabbed a tissue and spat it out.

'How come you won't swallow it?" he wanted to know, sounding a little hurt. "No offense sweety, but it has a really lumpy, slimy texture and tastes like salted bleach." He wasn't exactly thrilled with that answer, but he wasn't going to force the issue. He slid into bed with her and then a wicked thought crossed his mind. Extracting one of the cables from the box on what was now his side of the bed, He took her hands and bound them together. "What are you doing?" she whined. Then he took another cable, pulled her down on her back on the bed and wrapped the wire around the cable on her hands and then lashed it to a decorative routed out space on her headboard. He jumped on top of her and announced, "well, if you won't swallow my cum you must be punished!" With that, he lightly ran his fingers up and down her sides, which tickled, and she let out an uncontrollable laugh. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He ramped up his attack, making her flushed and breathless as she squealed, giggled and writhed.. This also triggered generous amounts of endorphins and adrenalin to be manufactured in her brain.

He loved seeing her in this state and his joystick was brick solid again. He pushed it inside of her and fucked her hard and fast. Within five minutes, she was cumming harder than she ever had while he sliced and diced her sex over and over. Another five minutes passed and she could feel the heat welling up inside of her before it detonated and dispatched tremors all through her. He was just about there, too, and jackhammered her sopping cunt, unburdening his refilled balls into her with several loud grunts.

Mike undid the cables tied around her wrists and with a contented sigh she cuddled up next to him as they recovered from their lovemaking. She was feeling something different about this, though, something feeling more right about it than their other sex sessions. It was like she had just taken a hit of sodium pentathol, but in a low enough dose to induce euphoria rather than slumber.

"Did you like that?' Mike whispered into her ear. "Mmmhmm," she languidly responded. She was so far gone, in fact, that she didn't notice that his cum was now staining her bedsheets as it puddled next to her butt.

Half an hour later, Mike was inside her again. Jessica had rejoined reality from her sexual idyll, but now her boyfriend was feeling frisky again and aggressively cleaving her vaginal walls. Due to his cum and her natural lubrication, he wasn't getting as much friction as in the previous bout, so his humping and pumping went on for quite a while, Jessica re-exploring her pleasure summit four more times before he ended the show by cannonading his sperm against her cervix.

They did it two more times before Mike left. He let himself out of the house at just before 5 p.m. while she lay there still unclothed and recalling all the sensations and emotions she experienced. Her thighs, pussy and bed sheets were now a mess, but she wallowed in it for another hour or so until she went to take a shower.

She tried to expunge the semen on her sheets with a washcloth, but that proved only partially effective. "Well, this is going to be fun," she snarked to herself, anticipating her mom lecturing her when she sees the telltale remains of a sexual encounter on laundry day.

Mike went home and while waiting for dinner to be ready, cruised the net looking for ways to make his cum taste better to Jessica. The consensus seemed to be a lot of pineapple consumption, be it juice or the actual fruit. He was pretty shocked when she told him that his semen was akin to salted bleach and he desperately wanted to mitigate that flavor. He had time, so he ran out to the supermarket and got himself a couple of six packs of pineapple juice. When he got home, he downed two of the cans right away and the rest was gone by Tuesday. He bought a case of it and forced himself to imbibe at least three cans a day.

During that week, Jessica was over at his house, but they mostly jammed with their band in Mike's game/music room and just generally horsed around. The only thing really sexual during all that was after the other members of the group left, he started teasing her and then turned her over on his knee, pulled her jeans and panties down, and gave her a couple of playful hard slaps on her butt for screwing up a part of a song. The heat from the impact of his hand in the wake of the sting made her strangely wet. "Sorry daddy," she said sarcastically before betraying her feigned anger with a smile and a giggle.

That Saturday, it became his family's turn to have a function, a barbecue thrown by one of Carl's coworkers, to attend and they would be out until the early evening, if not later. Mike picked up Jessica and they went for a walk along the beach a few miles from his house. Mike, who was attired in a pair of board shorts and a white t-shirt, was disappointed by how Jessica was dressed. "So you don't have a bikini?," he said. She laughed in incredulity and shot back that, "you know how I feel about my legs, Mike." "Uh, after seeing you in a bikini top I don't think their eyes will make it to your legs," he leered. After pushing him in jest, she added, "besides, I don't go out in the sun alot. I would probably burn really easily."

"There's always sunblock." Besides, I want you to enjoy the ocean breeze and also be able to use the pool and hot tub at my house,". He dragged her into a surf clothing shop and they browsed the outfits there. Pointing to a yellow two piece, he called Jessica over. "I'd really like to see you in this babe." "Mike, I don't know about this." "Try it on." She looked questioningly in his eyes and caved. They had a saleswoman take the bikini from the wall and Jessica went to the fitting room. She had to leave her wheelchair outside of it since it couldn't get into the little hallway, Mike helping her on to a bench inside of it then stepping out. The saleswoman stood outside her door to help if Jessica needed it. "Okay, I'm ready," Jessica said. "Excuse me," Mike blurted to the saleswoman and went into the fitting room. Mike then pulled Jessica to her feet and turned her toward the full length mirror. She was able to stand for a couple of seconds before her legs became wobbly. Mike grabbed her around the waist and held her up just off the floor. "See how hot you look in that?" he bubbled. "God, I'm so white," she whinged. "And my legs, ugh!"

"Your legs aren't that bad sweety," said the saleswoman. At least you aren't on artificial ones like some of the vets I've seen walking around here." "People are mostly going to look at your face, boobs and body anyway. So relax. Now if I get it for you will you wear it?" Mike asked. "I guess," Jessica uttered dubiously. "Okay, here's the deal: you, me, hot tub, this summer. And I'm not going to let you even step foot in the backyard with anything that doesn't look like a bathing suit. You got that?"  "Okay," she sighed. "She'll wear this out," Mike told the saleswoman and they went to the cashier and completed the transaction.

Jessica had never worn something this revealing before and asked the saleswoman how she should sit in her chair with the bikini on. She suggested that she tilt her legs and then put them together and that should cover everything. She did that and Mike approved. He pushed her out the door a slightly poorer man and they took their time rambling around the area. Jessica started becoming aware of the stares from men and some women walking by, a lot of them zeroing in on her tits. This made her a little self conscious as she was wheeled down the strand.

They had lunch and then returned to Mike's house. He did his caveman act on her again and they parked themselves in his room. "God, you look so sweet," Mike complimented. "Thank you," Jessica answered shyly. He lifted her out of her chair an on to his bed. He crawled over her and laid a big wet kiss on her lips. He soon had her top off and then left the bed briefly, coming back with some nylon cord. He grabbed Jessica's left wrist and wound the cord around it before doing the same to the right. He anchored her bound hands to a gap that ran lengthwise near the top of the headboard, pulling it around the top of it and knotting it. Then he went to the head of the bed and gripped a leg and anchored that to the bed frame. He did similarly with her other limb and now she was spread eagled and immobile. Her heart rate shifted into high gear and, "holy shit, I'm wet," she commented in her mind.

She let out an involuntary moan that surprised even her. She doesn't know where he got if, but he pulled open a drawer and produced a pink egg with a wire and some kind of control attached to it, an eye mask like what some people use when they go to sleep at night and a red ball with an elastic band around it. He undid the bows holding her bikini bottoms on and she was now fully exposed, vulnerable and quivering half in fear and half in anticipation. He blinded her with the eye mask and forced the ball gag into her mouth. Her heart was beating so hard it sounded like a kick drum in her ears. She heard a click and then something buzzing. Mike inserted the egg deep into her pussy and then she heard three more clicks. The wet, slippery walls of her pussy surrounded the vibrating egg and the resonance of the vibrations spread them to her clit and her belly. She started to moan as she felt her clit petrify. She was getting that low dose sodium pentathol feeling again, too, and she didn't know why. It wasn't necessarily coming from the vibrator inside of her.

As the vibrator hummed and shook her inside and out, Mike suckled on her tits and flicked her love button with his righthand. Jessica, who was drooling slightly due to the ballgag, let out a long moan and several gasps. The pull of Mike's mouth on her nipples and  the impulses being relayed to her clit and g spot were making her crazy. The blindfold guaranteed that she would concentrate solely on the sensations that were racking her body now. Jessica's panting became more profound and she was pushing her hips up and down involuntarily. Mike had to push the egg back into her when it attempted to escape its prison.

Her pussy now practically creamy with her lubricant,  Mike retreated down near the foot of the bed and began lapping at her clit. Her breaths were so rapid now that it was like she was trying to dissipate the heat mounting inside of her. He sucked on her clit slowly but forcefully and she cried out in a long moan. Then he began sucking her in short breaths, causing her clit to throb hard. She screamed and then a choked silence followed. A second later, she let out another long moan and then a guttural one and then more speed panting, the orgasm knifing through her like a freight train in the night. Mike continued to suck and nudge her clit with his tongue and lips and she came yet again, her low moans making Mike as hard as he has ever been in his life.

The vibrator dispatched more impulses through her. Her clit and pussy were so sensitive now that a third orgasm piggybacked almost immediately on the last one, her hips twisting and bucking while her breasts shook like they were packed with jello.

Mike sat up and pulled the egg out of Jessica. He scooted up in front of her and leaned forward, his penis sliding easily into her trembling pussy. The jolt from his cock going through her opening pushed Jessica over the edge again, Mike loading his hips up and driving his rod hard and fast, Jessica feeling every last millimeter of the excursions of his dick against her vaginal walls. The splorching sound of his cock going in and out of her filled the room and so did the musky odor of their sexual play. Her brain was solely steered now to his invading soldier and a stream of drool descended down her chin from the ballgag when the pleasure rent her like lightning splitting a tree, her whimpering, panting and screams only making Mike want to give it to her harder and harder even as he felt his cockhead becoming more sensitive and swollen. He then screamed, "Oh fuck!" when the tension that had accumulated inside him burst into a fusillade of spurting cum, animalistically emptying as much of himself into her as he could.

She had broken into a sweat from the composite energy expended when her muscles contracted during the orgasms. She laid there gasping while he pulled the ballgag out of her mouth. She let out a long sigh when that peculiar drugged feeling went through her in such a pleasurable way. His cum was gushing forth from her opening as her pubic muscles sporadically contracted like aftershocks from an earthquake.

Mike untied her hands and legs and then slipped in next to her. She snuggled up to him and held his right forearm, which was draped across her breasts. She felt so happy. She was joyful that she surrendered to him. She had a faint smile on her face as her brain kept her sedated, feeling so secure, safe and sated. He remained quiet, thinking she was falling asleep due to the exertion.

He was only partially correct. She had entered sub space, when a woman allows herself to be conquered by a dominant, when she turns the totality of her being over to him and permits him to do what he wants with her. In her little nirvana of submission, Jessica had accidentally found a corner of happiness. Maybe that is why she has always been so accommodating. It feels so much easier to obey the will of another when you know you can trust them 100%. She had let him have her the way he wanted and, in turn, he had used that power to take her to heaven.

They both relaxed into blissful slumber. An hour later, she awoke with a start and looked at the clock. It was only about 2:30. "Thank God," she she said to herself. She woke him up, her eyes still a little heavy lidded, and they hugged and talked before he told her he wanted to go hang out in the hot tub. "That's a great idea because I need to have a shower but doing it here is kinda difficult," she reflected. She put the bikini on that he had picked out for her and she shuddered a little bit in the psychological dynamic of that. After he put his shorts on, he carried her downstairs and dropped her into her wheelchair, which he pushed to the hot tub before lifting her again and slowly lowering her to the lip of it. She slid to the top step of the jacuzzi and reclined against the back of it.

Mike insinuated himself next to her and stroked her thigh while she did the same to him. "So did you like that?" he tentatively queried. "What's that honey?" she slowly rejoindered. "When I tied you up." Mmm, yes," was all she could think of to say. "You looked like you were really enjoying yourself" Mike reacted. Again, kind of lethargically, she retorted, "I've never experienced anything like that. I feel so good right now."

The warm water bubbling and surging against her body was only making her sleepy again. Mike's eyes were taking a leisurely trip around his girlfriend's body, though often backtracking to her rack. He untied the back portion, not the one around her neck, of her bikini top. The water rushed in between that top and caressed her breasts and nipples. She normally wouldn't allowed Mike to do that outside, but at the moment she didn't really care. It was like she was under a hypnotic spell. He turned her head to face him and kissed her while his righthand slipped up under the loose top and pinched her left nipple. She let out a soft moan into his mouth which was over hers.

Her mind drifted back to what had happened this weekend. First, she let him alter her appearance, if you can say that, by her giving permission to be shaved. Then he put her in this bikini. Then he restrained her and fucked her senseless and she had the first multiple orgasms of her life. "Pleasing him feels so good" her subconscious lectured her. Her head nodded back while he continued to play with her breasts as this message was disseminated into all corners of her brain.

When she fell asleep again, he pulled her out of the hot tub. "Jessica, are you alright?" Her eyes fluttered open and saw him, smiling. "Hi baby," she sweetly verbalized. "You want something to drink?" "No, that's okay." "What day is it?" "Sunday sweety." He was relieved when she answered that question correctly.

He picked her up and put her back in her chair and then rolled her through the open sliding glass doorway and into the living room. He turned on the tv as she moved on to the couch. Mike put a pillow on his lap and had Jessica lie on it. She lightly grabbed his arm when he began stroking her face  Her top was still untied. "Jessica, you might want to tie your top in case my brother comes home." She smiled faintly and reached around and restored her top to its upright and modest status.

Jessica was so comfortable. She liked how he was worried about her. She began to get her second wind energywise and they moved their small talk to which guitars they want to get next and what they would buy if they won the lottery. "Ah, now that's my little ip," Mike thought, relieved. A little while later, she had to go home for dinner. When she wheeled into her home, her mom saw the bikini. "Where did you get that?" Mrs. Hamada said, daggers in her eyes. "Oh, Mike bought it for me at the beach." In her relaxed state, she had totally forgotten about the bathing suit. "Shit, I forgot to change at Mike's," she scolded herself. "I can see why," her mom disapproved.

"It was a battle, mom, getting me to wear it. You know I have sort of a complex about my legs. But Mike was so insistent on me getting it and he told me that my legs were okay so I decided to trust his opinion." "Jessica Mi-ja Hamada, there is nothing wrong with your legs. But God, do you have to show so much cleavage?" Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a voice that intoned, "it felt so good to please him." Her dad came out to take a look. "Woah, Jesus Jessica!" Jessica rolled her eyes because she knew damn well her mom was flaunting her top shelf before she got married, too. "Not going to wear a burka, dad. My boyfriend likes it and he's so good to me. So why not?" She didn't wait for a reply and instead fled to her bedroom.

The school year was just about over now. There was only two weeks left in the schedule before summer vacation. Mike and Jessica met up during lunch and received another taste of the thrill seeking aspect of his personality. They sat down and Mike opened his book bag and then said to Jessica, "see what I brought to school today?" She looked in and saw the vibrator he used on her Sunday. Her heart started to do back flips as she looked into his eyes endeavoring to read what he might be about to do. Looking around to make sure he was screening the device and Jessica adequately, he ordered, "put this in your pussy." "Here?" 'Yes, here. You enjoyed it so much yesterday I thought I would bring it for you again," he cackled. Her tight little cunt moistened as she started to feel that little impetus in the back of her mind to submit to his desires. With shaking hands, she opened her jeans and popped it inside her increasingly humid hole. He held the controller in his hands and put his bag on top of the wire and between them so nobody would notice it. He clicked it on and she felt the initial buzzing against her vaginal walls. "Here we are in bright sunlight in the middle of the campus and I have a vibrating egg up me," she ruminated. He leaned over and kissed her as he turned the vibrator on to full. She grabbed his head hard and shoved it toward her so that his mouth would conceal her moans.

He lessened the intensity of the vibrations when he pulled away from the kiss. She looked at him with begging eyes. "Please, let me take it out," she pleaded. He turned the vibrations up one click and now she could feel a very light sensation just inside the lips of her vagina. "Cross your legs so you can hold it in better," he commanded. She did that, but it also mashed her vaginal walls against the egg even more and she was really feeling the buzzing now. She let out a few stifled puffs. That provoked him to turn it up again and now her thighs were rubbing against each other as she closed her eyes and tried not to moan. Her panties were damp and the lubrication of her slot continued because the egg was still in it. He watched as he let her writhe for the next five minutes. She brought her left arm up and moaned into it. He could hear her breathing becoming more labored now. "Do you want me to finish you off?" he archly interrogated. She knew to please him she would have to beg for it. If she said no, well, she didn't want to say no.

He kicked it up a notch. She grabbed his head and pulled it to hers again, kissing him passionately in front of everybody while she panted and sighed. He came up for air as she held her breath. "Well, should I finish you off or not?" He asked her. This was a real Hobson's Choice for her. In a choked voice with ripples of pleasure beginning to make their way through her, "yes, please finish me off." He leaned back over, kissed her as he put it on maximum vibration and held the kiss as her vaginal muscles spasmed and her eyes rolled up into her head. The orgasm was so intense she saw stars, maybe because she tried to hold it off, before he thankfully turned it off. Her body shook as she went to cuddle with him. "Hey you guys, get a fucking room!" one of a group of other students bellowed at them.

She unsnapped her pants again and opened them. "Hey, I didn't say you could take it out yet," he reminded her. "Just for that...." and he throttled the vibrator inside her up to full again. She tried to cover her moans with her left arm again, but that didn't work that well, so she buried her head in Mike's shoulder and moaned and panted into that as her body shuddered with another orgasm.

"May I please take it out now?" she earnestly requested. "Yes you may," he condescendingly permitted. She undid her pants again and he suddenly jerked the egg out of her drenched pussy, causing it to make a "sploop" sound, and dropped it into his backpack. She held on to his elbow while she recovered from the embarrassment and the pleasure. Yet, she also didn't complain. "That was really hot," he evaluated. Did you enjoy that ip?" She weakly informed him, "yes." He stared at her winsome face and couldn't resist kissing her again. "Rub my cock," he demanded. He put his backpack over where his love gun would be in his pants as she snaked her little hand under it. She felt the rigid bulge and grasped it semi-tight. She began rubbing it along the full length while he looked out for people who might see them. He sighed as her hand put pressure on his penis. She could feel pre-cum already leaking into the fabric. Her head was still tight against his shoulder. She pushed her palm against the lump in his jeans harder. This went on for the next ten minutes before he stopped her when he got to the edge of blasting his shorts full of semen. "You can take care of that later for me," he notified her. She moaned as she felt that little wave of pleasure that manifested itself every time she submitted to his wishes.

"You really get off on this stuff, don't you ip?" he observed. "I don't know what comes over me sometimes," she stated. "I'll cum over her, that's what," he thought to himself. He held her until the bell rang for fifth period.

When she met him following her final class, they began heading to the parking lot. "When we get to the parking lot, I want you to suck me." "Okay," she assented. They got into the car and he moved his seat back and undid his jeans. Like last time, the parking lot was already largely empty. She bent her head down and enclosed his aching cock in her mouth. 'You know, you need to learn to deep throat," he posited. She didn't say anything to that, only focused on milking his cock with her lips and tongue. Because she had rubbed him earlier and the anticipation engendered after he didn't let her make him shoot, he was already close. "I want you to swallow it, too," he growled. She felt the head of his cock seem to inflate and she tasted an increasing amount of pre-cum. "Oh, I also want you to show it to me in your mouth before you swallow it," he modified. "Oh shit, ohhhhh," His back stiffened and then his cock coated her tongue and everything else in her mouth with his seed. Trying not to taste the goopy semen on her tongue, she opened her mouth and showed it to him. "Okay ip, drink it down." She gulped and was surprised it tasted better than usual.

Her pussy was sopping again. "Now for something I know you like," he averred. He pulled his book bag off the back seat and instructed her to open her pants. Looking up at him with her mouth half open, she did as she was told. He pulled the vibrator out and personally inserted the egg into her pussy. "Man, you're really worked up now, aren't you?" he accused. As he started the engine, he also clicked the egg on and she could feel a mellow buzzing sensation inside her. He backed out of the parking space and was behind another car waiting to make a left turn. He clicked the intensity of the vibrations up one more notch. "Ohhh," she moaned. She didn't like the fact that he was using her as entertainment. Yet, a side of her did. With every intake of breath, she was beginning to feel euphoric again. As the car headed down a side street to get to a main road, he amped the vibrations up one more level. Her clit stiffened immediately and the waves that were stimulating her vaginal walls felt both comforting and pleasurable.

She was beginning to pant and Mike was driving down a major street right now. She had her eyes closed and wondered what the people in the other cars were making of her expressions, if anything. They weren't far from her house now. He wacked the vibrator up to full and she immediately doubled over and then her breathing became markedly shorter. "I think I'm going to cum," she whimpered. After a few more episodes of rapid panting and a choked gasp, she screamed out in ecstasy as he made a right into her development.

"Come here baby," he said. She leaned toward him and they kissed, as he told her he loved her and that he would see her at school again tomorrow. He also removed the egg from her steamy snatch and licked it before putting it back in his bag.

He drove away and she was feeling giddy as she opened the front door. She shouted she was home to her mom and then made a beeline for her room. She was surprising herself with how obedient she had been toward Mike. She just found it hard to say no to him because the feelings she would experience when she gave in to him were just so awesome.

The thing is that because of her condition, she had always had to have been pretty rational about things and accept that there would be limitations on her life. This made her easy going, but yet with a certain rigidity around the edges as well as kind of fatalistic. With Mike being such a strong personality, she felt she could give up some of that stubbornness and it seemed so natural when she did, as if her actual personality was finally emerging.

She stripped down to her panties and bra and  got in bed. Her hand migrated to her love nubbin as she recalled what Mike made her do during lunch and after school. In mere minutes, she was having a shattering orgasm. She wished Mike could have been there to fuck her again while she lay there as the high of all the stimulation she had on the day faded away.

Tuesday, she arrived at school wondering what torments Mike had in store for her. He didn't though. In fact, they idly discussed trying to find some gigs during the summer vacation and that was it. He did call a band meeting for Wednesday, however. And that was the week, all pretty much band related. They didn't fuck at all the entire seven days. "Was he losing interest?" she wondered.

The actual case was that he was afraid of pushing things too hard for fear of scaring Jessica off. He couldn't believe how mellow and pliant she was. His previous girlfriends, both of them, were pains in the ass and didn't like the music he played, either.  They also seemed threatened by his fondness for his guitars. So he didn't want to blow what he had going with Jessica. It also helped that he didn't want to be overshadowed by her as a guitarist.

Speaking of which, the Wednesday school let out, Jessica, Mike and the rest of the band went to a local park just to hang out. The park had a band shell and Mike had always fantasized about doing a show there just for fun. It was rarely used, which was a waste, really. They discussed what the technical obstacles to gig there might be. They would need a lot more equipment than they had at present, especially a much larger PA system, monitors and someone to mix the sound. The issues just seemed insurmountable. But Mike did suggest that the band ought to begin putting together a real set list and being prepared if something just happened to fall into their laps.

This was a big object of discussion with Jessica. The band had good chemistry and all the members could play at a high level, but none of them could write songs. Plus the whole pay for play system in the clubs basically works against new groups anyway, so is it worth even trying?

Pretty much everyone in the band had done collaborations on You Tube. Jessica just by herself had done three or four. However, it's not like playing in front of a living, breathing audience.

With that bit of moaning aside, they moved on to just what songs they would do. They agreed that they should probably know about 30 tunes so they can change up their set list when it's necessary. And it had to be hard rock or metal. They also hashed over the tribute band possibility.

Everybody went home. After dinner, Mike swung by to pick Jessica up. They headed back for another visit to the abandoned mansion, but only so that they could have some privacy. Mike navigated up the winding road and, like the last time, parked the car behind a row of trees that obscured their presence from any possible prying eyes, including the police. Mike put Jessica in the back seat and then he ran around to get in there with her. He put his back to the driver's side window and then pulled Jessica up against him and held her while they discussed how they were feeling about the band and whatever else came to mind.

It had now been about ten days since they last had sex and it was bugging her. "Mike, can I ask you something?" "Yeah, sure babe, what is it?" "Are you getting bored with me?" "What makes you think THAT?" "Well, you haven't tried to have sex with me in almost two weeks." "Oh God Jessica. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. The reason I haven't attempted to get busy with you lately was because I thought I might have been kinda pushing things so far with you that I was afraid of driving you away. So I decided to pull back a bit to make things a little mellower for you."

That moved her to tears. "God, you're so thoughtful. You weren't turning me off at all." She then lowered her voice as if t here were other people around and explained that, "in fact, I was really enjoying what we were doing even if I was kinda hesitant at times." "It seemed like it," Mike recollected. "But I was really scared I was beginning to cross a line." Images of just what they did flashed through Mike's mind, which put some wind in his main mast. To prove that she was sincere, Jessica moved her body toward the passenger's side door and began to undo Mike's pants. "Wow, you really want it, don't you babe?" "Just remain sitting there sweety and I'll do all the work for you," she said coquettishly. Mike smiled and encouraged her to continue. She got his boxers and jeans down around his knees and then undressed except for her ankle socks and tennis shoes, Mike's eyes feasting on her jiggling tits. "Pull me closer to you baby," she said. He reached out and gently yanked her his way. She straddled his erect cock and dropped her hips. impaling herself on it. She let out a moan as the cockhead cleared a path to the deepest part of her vagina. Jessica shifted around and then undulated her hips back and forth, his cock alternately appearing and disappearing from and into her starving twat. Mike fondled her tits and Jessica urged him to suck her nipples. She was moaning enthusiastically as her hips romped on his member trying to comfort him with her fuck hole and get herself off, too.

She was now beginning to get that special feeling because she wanted to please him so much. Her sighs became more extended and whimpering while she rubbed his cock with her vaginal muscles. "Oh God Mike, I love you! Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah unnnn ohhh shit...." "Oh shit babe, fuck, that feels amazing," he blurted in between draws on her erect nipples. "It's all for you hon," she moaned as she attempted to put her rocking into another gear. "Give me your cum honey, fill me with it!" Her voice was now mainly grunts and sighs and her breathing was highly irregular. She held his head in between her heaving breasts as she got closer to orgasm. Mike's muffled cries signaled that he was about to enact his launch sequence. "Oh yes baby, give me every drop of it! Shoot it into me!" she cheered while her hips pistoned his cock in and out of her. "Oh fuck babe, here it comes!" The next thing Jessica knew, he was injecting her with copious amounts of his sperm. She worked to take every last bit of what was stored in his balls before collapsing against him.

"Oh shit ip, that rocked! Thank you babe! I love you so much!" She held on to him and they laid there in silence in the pitch black night. 45 minutes later, they agreed they should leave and he took her home.

Because she got home at a reasonable time, Mrs. Hamada didn't hassle her when she rolled into the house with her panties loaded down by dripping cum. She took a shower and went to bed, but stayed up noodling on her guitar and watching tv. She felt cherished now, no longer just the anonymous Asian chick in the wheelchair. "If you love me like music, I'll be your song," she sang to herself as she looked forward to her summer vacation.