Wet Spots

All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years old. No animals were harmed in the making of this story.

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I'm very tired. I just played for three hours in the sun. It's late July and the heat is relentless. There's no options for me to play otherwise if I don't perform on the street or in the subway station.

My band is between gigs. I have to hustle if I want to make rent. Last month I just scraped by. It's dicey whether or not I'll have enough month to month to pay my utilities and rent. Luckily my bandmate Craig still lives at home and I can eat a couple of meals a week at his place if I need to.

My guitar case and amplifier seem heavy today. I'm beat, this is the third day in a row I've played on the street in front of the record store. It's a good spot usually but today is a bust. I only made forty two dollars in three hours. I'll have to keep at it if I want to make my goal of a hundred dollars for the day.

I decide the best option is to try busking for a while in front of the liquor store. Usually I make a lot in change there, occasionally I get bills in my case but very few fives and tens, mostly ones. I try to have a wide range of songs to be able to play what's popular and also take requests.

I set down my case and set up my music and mic stands and book from my shoulder bag. My amp runs on batteries so I don't need power to put on a show. I plug in my microphone and remove my guitar from its case and plug it in. I begin tuning up as I check my microphone "Mic check, two, two"

Everything sounds good, I like it in front of this liquor store because it's a shady spot where the sun doesn't beat down on me relentlessly. The sound bounces nicely off of the surrounding buildings creating a beautiful reverb that makes my performances sound larger than life.

I flip open my book and start to play. It's 'Moondance' a van Morrison song. I strum the chords and sing with gusto enjoying the sweet echo provided by the location. I can lose myself in the song and really just listen to what's happening when I'm not fighting the heat. Earlier, in front of the record store, the sun had beaten down mercilessly, causing stinging sweat to run into my eyes as I sang my heart out for dimes and quarters.

A man has stopped to listen, he's well dressed, a blue suit with a tie. He hasn't yet entered the liquor store. He stands there smiling and tapping his foot as I perform the song. I bring the piece to a close and he claps generously and approaches.

"Wow that was really good. I like that song. Do you know any more Van Morrison songs?"

He inquires.

"I also play 'Brown eyed Girl' and 'Wild Night'. I reply, hoping he'll put some money in my case.

"I've got to duck in here for a minute and get some wine for supper tonight but I'll be back in a moment. Could you play me one of those when I get back?" He asks hopefully.

"Sure." I reply, hungry for some recompense like a monkey on an organ grinder's leash dancing for peanuts.

I watch the man walk away as I break into an Elvis tune from my book, Many of the oldies are short songs and work well because they're upbeat, featuring very singable hooks. Sometimes people stop and mumble along until the chorus then sing along strong when I reach the familiar part everyone knows.

A group of girls pull up in a red convertible mustang and pile out of the car laughing and giggling with each other. They're young and beautiful. Two brunettes and two blondes.

One blonde is very shapely, maybe a little on the big side with a bit of a belly, but not overly heavy. Her tits are quite big and her ass is generous and round. She sports jean shorts that seem a little small so her cheeks peek out from the bottom and pleasantly meet her thick and appealing legs. Her hair, in a ponytail, frames a beautiful face with pretty blue eyes.

The other blond girl is skinny with glasses and striking hazel eyes. She doesn't have much of a bust but she's also wearing jean shorts that accentuate her tight round bum. She is also very pretty in the face with long flowing hair. Her pale skin is gorgeous and her long legs are delicious.

One of the brunettes has a very athletic look and a mocha complexion, maybe she is Indian or middle Eastern. Her brown skin on display in short red jean shorts and a black t-shirt that tented out nicely with her healthy bust. Her long, black, flowing hair framing an attractive face with big brown eyes.

The other brunette is perky and short with a nice short skirt and spaghetti strap top that shows a lot of her well tanned body. Her figure is athletic and shapely. A beauty mark under her lip draws my attention to her very pretty face. She notices me looking at her while performing and smiles generously.

They walk by amused and beaming as they continue to laugh and joke amongst themselves. They cast grins and flash eyes my way as I play and sing. I admire their beauty as they walk by. Their scent lingering as they proceed into the liquor store. How nice it would be to have a beautiful girl to call my own.

I enjoy watching people and especially beautiful girls. It's one of the perks of my job. Women, almost always, return a smile if I smile at them first. Women seem to be innately attracted to musicians. If not for the lack of money, my decent appearance and musical ability are enough to initially garner female interest.

Alone in bed at night I often feel a lonesome longing for the feel of a woman beside me. It's only natural to succumb to these feelings. I'm 29 years old but have only had a handful of girlfriends in my life so far. Many of them for less than a month or so.

I find women fickle and often attracted to money or status more so than genuine affection or physical attraction. It's the way of things in the modern world and I just accept it. I try to lose myself in my passion for music and let that be my outlet for my longing. My hope is that when I sing, my honesty and longing is conveyed through my performances.

The man in the blue suit returns just as I'm belting out the last line of my song.

"You can do anything but lay off o my blue suede shoes."

"Hey that was great, can you sing me that Van Morrison tune?" He inquires as he bends over to put a folded bill into my case. I don't see whether it's a one or a five but I'm happy for any cash I can obtain.

"Sure I say." Smiling as I flip my book open to "Wild Nights" and start playing the signature intro riff.

The man smiles and taps his foot as I boogie and surrender myself to the song. The girls emerge as I hit the second chorus and they stop to listen. They smile and join the man watching me. The pretty mocha skinned girl removes her cell phone and starts filming me as I hit the chorus.

"Oooh oohhh ohhh weee... wild night is calling."

I don't choose my songs based on what I like, but rather on the criteria of what's popular and common. People are more apt to donate to a musician who is tasteful and plays recognizable tunes they've heard before. Songs that evoke emotions and fond memories are what pay the bills. Artistic credibility doesn't figure into it or often transpire outside of my band where we write and perform our own original songs. Sometimes we'll do a unique cover of a song but we try to be original and create real art.

I've performed enough and have an overall familiarity with music that I can let my mind wander as I carry on playing. It hasn't always been that way.

Years ago when I started out as a musician I was not very polished and succumbed to mistakes and distractions much easier. Now though, I could play through just about any turmoil or imposition.

"Oooh oohhh ohhh weee ... wild night is calling." I finish with an abrupt strum of eighth notes and mute my guitar. The man and the bevy of lovely girls clap appreciatively. The girls fish in their purses and supplement my earnings depositing change and small bills into my guitar case. The man approaches again.

"Do you have a business card? My office has functions and your music would be a good fit." I assure him that I do and fish a card with my information out of my pocket. It's a common question and I love the work. It's always exciting to play such events. There's usually free food and drinks on top of the hundred dollars an hour that I charge.

After they leave I continue to play for about an hour without anything of mention occurring. The odd person glances over as I play and once in a while someone will stoop to deposit some money into my open guitar case. I can average about seventeen to twenty songs in an hour. I try to keep going song after song with no breaks except to occasionally tune my guitar or drink some water. I've learned to put salt and flavoured crystals in my water so I don't just sweat and piss it out in the summer heat. Staying hydrated is a must and somewhat of a challenge on scorchers like today.

As I break into my second hour in front of Murray's Liquor on 27th st, my mind starts to wander as I sing. I'm imagining those beautiful girls from before. A dirty fantasy of them bending over in their shorts and summer fashions. Their pert healthy asses round and beautiful on display as they look at me for approval and beg me to choose one of them. Their eyes all riveted on me as I peruse the beauties ranged before me. Drooling over their denim and skirt clad peach like round bottoms.

"Which one of us do you want first." The heavy blond one says in my daydream. She's my favourite, her blue eyes are so piercing and she is healthy and pleasantly plump. I imagine her to be the most eager to please sexually. Her heavy breasts look so soft and inviting as she laughs mischievously and begs me to fondle her beautiful bum.

I imagine running my hand over her ample butt as I touch her lips with the fingers of my other hand. My fantasy girl opens her full lips and sucks my finger as I inspect her fleshy bottom with my eager hand. She stares at me seductively as I vet her for insemination.

I'm jerked out of my daytime fantasy by a small sweet voice as I close out the red hot chilli peppers song "under the bridge".

There, beside me, is a young girl, maybe ten years younger than me, not even twenty. She's at least a full foot shorter than me looking up at me with discernible admiration. Her blond hair is short and tightly curled. She's wearing brown lipstick and some eye makeup that really makes her dark blue eyes seem outstanding and bright. She's very young and pretty. An uncommon beauty.

She's decked out in black lace up boots that come up to just below the knee with a slight heel. Adorned in a plaid school girl skirt and a white shirt accented by suspenders. She's really innocent looking and adorable. Her visage is that of a classic beauty and her big blue eyes are magnetic. I'm a little dumbstruck. I lost myself in song for the better part of an hour. Also she had jolted me out of my dirty daydream of the plump blond from earlier.

"I like your music. You sing really well."

"Thank you." I reply with a happy smile. She's so sweet. Her voice is precious. She has an innocence and nubility about her that's instantly alluring.

"Do you play?" I ask, hoping to keep the conversation going even though she seems a bit young for me. There's a quality of beckoning in her very presence. It's striking and immediate. Her eyes are especially luring. Her gaze beckons me with an air of mutual attraction.

It's probably just my want of the attention of this lovely feminine creature. She's an absolute vision. Her body is fantastic and small. Her breasts are large and healthy and a choker with a ring draws attention to her exposed neck and sprightly cleavage. She easily has my attention.

"I like to sing sometimes." She says. Her sweet little voice is like a song. It reminds me of the character Melody from the Archie comics, Josie and the Pussycats. Every time Melody spoke her speech balloon would be littered with eighth notes along with the text. This girl's voice has that quality. I can't say I'd ever heard a euphonious voice before but she has a cantor that's unmistakably distinct and lovely.

My whole body is reacting to her. She moves a bit closer and her hand reaches out to touch my guitar admiringly.

"It's amazing, the way you sing and play guitar. What's your name?" She asks.

The hair on my neck and arms is standing up. My cock is semi hard against my leg. I feel tingly and her close proximity is allowing me to inhale the intoxicating smell of her hair and perfume. She's made a point of getting close to me while maintaining her unwavering gaze.

I have never experienced this type of interaction with a female before.

Usually I have to initiate an advance if I recognize a mutual attraction. This beautiful little ingenue is easily seducing me with her adoring blue eyes and overall palpable adulation.

I can tell immediately the she wants to be close to me. It's undeniable, in her eyes, as she stares straight into my lonely soul. I can feel a thirst for her devouring my consciousness and overtaking my body. This is no ordinary meeting. It's as if she's an angel sent from heaven and she wants me to feel her devotion. There's an empathic quality to her presence, like she feels my longing and is responding in answer to my prayers.

"My name is Casper. How about you?" I ask enamoured by her absolutely adoring presence and youthful beauty.

"I'm Lacey" She smiles. My lord, what a sweet vision.

She moves closer, her hand fingering my guitar with reverence and sensuality. This is the most erotic interaction I'd ever had with a girl and we're both fully clothed.

"Your guitar is beautiful, how long have you been playing for?" She inquires, a wide smile still adorning her face as her dark blue eyes stare right into me, piercing me to the depths of my soul. I'm so aroused. She easily has me in her thrall.

"Since I was a teen." I admit as I swallow hard. My mouth is dry and her close proximity is not making it any easier to keep a cool composure.

"I always wanted to play an instrument. Music is so therapeutic." She says as she moves incredibly close. She's definitely letting me know she likes the effect the music has on her. Her eyes are like magnets and my gaze is locked with hers as she emanates sweetness from her very being.

"I find it makes life much easier if you have a song to sing." I reply quite candidly. I want to touch her. She's so close. The smell of her hair and skin is irresistible. Sweet like flowers and candy. She's an absolute treasure.

"I'm just going to pack up here, do you want to grab a drink with me?" I ask, without trying to reveal the fact I desperately need to spend more time with her. I don't want her to know how anguished she's making me feel. Having never met her before, I now immediately feel I need her in my life more than anything.

"I'd absolutely love that," She replies with a warm zeal meant to convey absolute devotion. Her eyes and mouth are beaming with girlish joy. She even squirms a little bending at the knee and rubbing her legs together. "Could you do something for me first though." She asks with hopeful pulchritude.

At this point I probably would have jumped through flaming hoops backwards if she asked but I try to not reveal that I'm hopelessly enamoured with this foxy little ingenue.

"It depends what it is." I reply as I muster a cagey smile. I'm really struggling to play it cool. She's absolutely enticing. Her beautiful smile and eyes are impossible to say no to. I have to keep my wits about me. I hardly know this girl and she has me in the palm of her dainty little hand. I don't even know her name.

"Do you know how to play "Why don't you do right?" She asks innocently.

"You mean by Peggy Lee?" I reply with a kind smile, knowing full well she wants the version from the film "Who framed Roger Rabbit". The very seductive sultry version performed by Jessica Rabbit. This girl is pulling out all the stops. She really wants to seduce me. My dick is hard enough to cut fucking diamonds. She's still so close to me and her eyes are sparkling with passion. Is she as turned on as I am or was this all some kind of game?

"Have you seen the movie 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' Like Jessica Rabbit sings, in the film." She asks expectantly.

"I've never played that but I think I can remember that version. How's this key?" I ask as I begin to play the descending line, my hands recalling the sultry descending bass lick.

"That's it!" She exclaims giddily. Her eyes shining even brighter. The admiration for my efforts tangible in her adoring eyes. She closes her eyes for a moment and then lets the music possess her. Her hips begin to slowly sway as she proceeds to oscillate in sensual surrender to the chords from my guitar. She allows the music to guide her body as she emanates overwhelming seductive feminine vivacity.

"You had plenty money 19...22," Oh my god! She's projecting her sweet little voice with more volume and power than I expected. She sings deliciously as she moves her body around on the sidewalk like a practiced seductress. Her hips sway with palatable sexual energy as her vampish little body oozes temptation.

I keep playing as best I can with my dick throbbing a beat of its own against my leg. This girl is driving me absolutely crazy. Is this even really happening? I've been asked to play songs to back up female singers before, but this is something different. Not only does she know the song, she is the song. She's easily doing what I constantly strive for emotionally in my performances. On top of that she's making her intention to seduce and be sexual towards me about as subtle as an ice pick lobotomy.

She begins to gently tease her young body against me like an oversexed seductress. She's absolutely transformed from the sweet girl I just met into a smouldering sex kitten who could make any man her plaything. Is this just an act? I swallow hard. I'm glad I have a guitar in front of me to hide my dick.

"Get outa here.... give me some money too." She pushes my arm playfully as she sings the words. Her touch is absolute heaven. She knows what she's doing and I can tell she's loving it. It's obvious she's performed this act before, maybe in the mirror at home, or in a play. She's so good! Her voice is excellent and her performance and delivery is genuine and vampy. What a woman!

I continue to play the descending chord line as the song draws to a close. I decide to end after the third pass at it with a ritard to bring it home. What the fuck had just happened? My cock is throbbing, my face is flushed. I'm grinning like an idiot. I met this girl less than five minutes ago and I'm madly in love with her. I've never been a lovesick fool or quick to be enticed but this captivating little succubus is seething with sexual witchery.

"How was that?" She says as she instantly transforms back into the sweet little teen girl with a beaming smile and adoring eyes. Why is she seeking my approval? Does she have some kind of daddy issues? Do I even fucking care right now? I want to throw her against the wall and hike up her skirt and pump her full of rock hard dick until she screams in abandon while I explode inside her tight young hole.

"What's your name?" I ask

"Lacie, Lacie Phelps." She says twisting her hips and swinging her skirt with girlish nonchalance.

I can't help myself from thinking such thoughts about her. I'm enthralled with her passionate demeanour and beauty. I don't think she cares either from the way she's looking at me, her gaze is smouldering and intense. She seems hot for me!

"That was really good, I didn't expect you to be such a comfortable performer." I say, hoping not to sound absolutely awestruck.

I bend down to unplug my mic and guitar and start wrapping my cables as she watches me intently.

"You do this a lot huh?" Watching me closely.

"Yeah, at least five days a week. I play at nights too when I have gigs or private functions." I add to keep the conversation going.

"You carry your gear around everywhere don't you?" She says as she grabs my bicep with both hands and gently squeezes my arm, checking me out with unmistakable infatuation and forwardness.

Is this a dream? This girl is really into me.

"Uhm, yeah, I ride the subway or walk with my stuff just about everywhere." I reply feeling uncomfortable with the attention every man dreams about. I can't believe my luck. She keeps her hands on me and I stop wrapping the cord in my hand as she presses her soft body against me.

"Mnnn you smell good. Like sweat and sunshine." She said as she buried her face against my arm sending tingles throughout my body.

"Where do you want to take me?" She says looking up at me to gauge my reaction to her suggestive question.

In truth, I want to take her back to my place and into my bed and honestly... I think that's what she wants too.

"Maybe around the corner to the tapas bar? They have food and drinks, it's a classy place." I offer.

"Are you hungry? I'm famished." I admit. I haven't eaten since coffee and toast with a banana this morning.

"I'd love to eat with you." Her smile beaming like the sun and her eyes lighting up with willingness. She's still looking up at me adorably like I'm the only man in the world. I feel like a million bucks with her holding on to me.

"Let me get this stuff put away and we'll do that." I look in my guitar case and start counting the change and bills. It's a pain that people fold them. To my surprise as I unfold one of them there's a fifty dollar bill! The suit and tie guy must have genuinely liked my singing. What a score! I was well above a hundred dollars for the day. Talk about the luck of Riley! I count up the money and it adds up to a hundred an twenty three dollars and seventy five cents. Today was turning out to be absolutely charmed.

I deposit the money in my wallet and finish stowing my gear as Lacey patiently stands there with her hands behind her back cutely turning to and fro and watching me.

"I can tell you like your job." She says as she gives me a smile and I pick up my guitar case and amp.

"You have a place for everything and your very efficient."

"Thanks for saying so." She looks so adorable standing there watching me, every time she turns her skirt twirls and lifts a bit. She's so pretty and vibrant. I can't believe we're going on a date around the corner.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asks shyly.

"No, not for a long while. I had a bit of a Ramona Flowers incident the last time I was dating. I was one of many suitors and not by far the most likely candidate." Maybe I'm being too candid?

"I love that graphic novel." she enthused.

"She's probably stupid anyways. Too many girls don't know what they want." She adds as she fiddles with the ring on her collar.

"Strong independent men are hard to find anymore. Most guys are afraid to take chances." She says looking down, toying the silver circle on her neck.

"You seem like an entrepreneur. There's no one to teach what you do. Yet you have figured out your profession for yourself. That's what I admire. Someone who knows what they like and want out of life and takes it. That's how I try to be." She states matter of factly.

She was obviously wise and not typical of girls her age. Her age. Maybe I should find out if it's even appropriate to be hanging around with this girl? Or taking her to a bar for that matter.

"Where do you go to school?" I ask, trying to play it cool and not come right out and say "Are you eighteen?"

"Yeh. I'm nineteen now. I was going to community college, but I hated how stupid and brainwashed everyone was."

"You dropped out?" Thank God she's college age.

"Yeah, I was trying to educate myself but I realized an autodidactic can do it for much cheaper with a public library card and an internet connection than paying a bunch of useless communists and social justice cucks for a piece of paper that says I'm smart enough for them to include me in their socialist utopia."

"It sounds like you had an interesting experience." I laugh.

"What were you trying to study?"

"Social sciences and philosophy. I liked my sociology professor but even she seemed tired and worn down by the banality of trying to debate using logic with her Marxist colleagues and deluded students. Most alumni seemed more intent on dismantling the patriarchy and protesting against campus policy and key note speakers than actually thinking or debating. They seemed to want to burn the place down and protest more than actually study or understand anything. There was a lot of BLM and antifa action on campus trying to direct the social norms. It became uncomfortable for me."

"You must have had some friends?"

"No, not really, I was hoping to meet some cute guys but most of them were morally, mentally and physically weak. It was a huge disappointment. I expected something else than what I paid for. Oh well, lesson learned."

"What lesson is that?" I say as I offer her my arm with the guitar case in hand.

"Don't expect anyone else to tell you how to think, they can only tell you what to think."

Makes sense.

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We arrive at the tapas bar around the corner. It's not super busy and we easily find a spot at a table by the window. I put my things down and pull out her chair for her. She smiles generously and I can't help but feel a little boost from her welcome company.

I can't get over how good she looks. Her legs are so smooth and creamy between her boots and her skirt. Her curvy little frame is youthful and perky beyond belief. The way her blouse tents out with her bust has me imagining what her breasts look like when freed. Her pretty face is not overly made up, which I appreciate.

Her eyes are big and blue and she uses some kind of mascara to make her lashes pop. Her lips are full and very kissable and almost always curled into a delightful smile. Her nose is cute and lightly freckled.

Her whole visage is quite fetching. Her most unique feature is her short blond hair in tight curls, I've never seen a girl with blond curly hair like hers it accentuates her sky blue eyes and the roundness of her face.

"You're staring at me." She laughs as she looks deep into my eyes with a happy smile blushing slightly.

"I can't help it, you're beautiful." I admit with some inner trepidation.

"I don't mind then." She smirks as she stares back at me.

"You're not so bad yourself Casper. You cut a fine figure. You carry yourself well."

I can't help but look away abashedly. I'm not used to being complimented by a pretty girl.

"Is that why you decided to talk to me today?" I inquire. Wanting to gauge her interest and determine her motives.

"Honestly, today isn't the first time I've seen you playing. I see you performing in front of the record store every so often. My friend and I used to get coffee at the shop across the street sometimes on break from college classes. I've heard you play before."

"So you're stalking me?" I jest.

"Absolutely, I'm planning to get you into my rape dungeon and chain you to a wall there permanently. I'll force you to play polkas and klezmer music for your daily rations and make you into a good little love slave"

I'm a little shocked at her deadpan delivery because she wears the same adorable smile saying it.

"Uhh, that's pretty scary." Actually, the thought kind of turns me on except for the polka and folk music part.

"Yeah, you really should be careful, you never really know someone till you've been tied up by them." She says coyly, giving me her best diabolical and suggestive look.

"I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't be the worst experience I'd had on a date with a girl." I kind of want to be tied up by her right about now.

"So this is a date now? I should have guessed when you pulled out my chair for me. Such a fine gentleman." She ads with an approximation of a refined English accent.

"If you keep doing the accent thing and chain me up in the rape dungeon that could end up being kind of exciting. I mean there's this sort of silence of the lambs vibe you've got going that is a real turn on." I joke.

"Put the lotion in the basket." She says, artificially lowering her voice to emulate Buffalo Bill from the movie.

I chuckle and unbutton the sleeves of my shirt to roll up the cuffs to my elbow.

"Mnnn, I love that." Lacey says beguilingly as she watches me with a prurient gaze.

I'm just rolling up my sleeves but she seems genuinely turned on. I'm struck by her open admiration and uninhibited shows of girlish attraction. The tightness in my pants stands testament to her arousing presence.

"What do you like to drink? The cocktails are pretty good here." I offer, curious about her taste in alcohol.

"I like sweet drinks. I like new experiences. Can you order something for me? I trust you." She says as she reaches out and places her hand on my bare forearm. Everything about Lacey is a huge turn-on. She's overtly sensuous.

My hair stands on end at her touch. Her caress is delightful and electric.

The waitress arrives at our table and smiles happily. I've met her before, her name is Angie and she's worked here for a while. She's about thirty, quite pretty and has her hair up in a ponytail. Lacey grabs my hand possessively and I feel her leg press against mine under the table.

"Hey Casper, what can I get for you two?" She places two slender menus on the table.

"A golden Cadillac for the lady and a cosmopolitan for me, and could you bring us two orders of those bacon wrapped dates with chorizo?"

"Certainly. They are really good. Let me know if you want anything else." She offers as she smiles politely. Under the table Lacey teases her leg against mine. It's pleasantly distracting and quite seductive. I can't be sure, but it's almost like she's claiming me because there's another attractive woman in our vicinity.

"On second though Angie, maybe we'll get some dry ribs as well."

"Sounds good, I'll get that started for you."

Angie turns and scoots off to get our drinks and food. Out of respect for Lacey, I resist the temptation to check Angie out. I've developed a lecherous habit of checking out pretty girls out of hand. I always thought Angie was attractive but never really dared to pursue it. She works in a high end bar with regular wealthy and successful clientele. I really don't think I'd stand a chance against that kind of competition.

I gulp as Lacie's leg continues to play against mine under the table. I'm enjoying the physical attention from Lacey. The fact she wants me to know she finds me appealing and isn't afraid to show it is thrilling.

"What's a golden Cadillac?" She asks with tangible anticipation.

"It's an ounce Galliano L'Autentico liqueur, an ounce of white creme de cacao and an ounce of heavy cream." I explain.

"It's sweet, decadent and strong. Kind of like someone I just met." I jest.

She kicks me playfully under the table before returning her leg to contact mine affectionately. Her hands on my arm and under the table antics are getting a rise out of me. She's not at all shy. I appreciate her forward nature. It's nice to be fawned over. She can press her soft sexy body against me as much as she likes.

"You sure you're not just making assumptions? I could be really boring. Maybe I collect stamps and crochet in my spare time. I could be a very bookish girl for all you know." She teases

"If you're a bookish girl I should spend more time at the library." I retort

"You seem rather exciting I'd say. A brave risk taker but observant and calculating." I take her hand in mine and look into her eyes. She smiles broadly and her blue entrancing eyes lock with mine. I open her hand to trace the lines of her palm with my finger.

"This is your life line, it's very strong." I have no ability to read palms but I like touching and teasing her.

"This one here branching off is your love line. It's deep and curves slightly indicating you need more excitement in your love life. Perhaps a fully outfitted rape dungeon with shackles and baskets of lotion." I offer facetiously.

"Really!" She says in mock amazement.

"I can't believe you can tell so much about me from just looking at my hand. I wonder what you could tell me about myself if you saw even more of my body?" She teases.

"Is that an offer to do a more in depth reading madam?" I taunt in mock professionalism.

"Absolutely. I'll have to let you give me a full inspection just to be sure. I have another love line that you'd really be fascinated with." Her eyes are locked on mine when she says it. I swallow hard and she perceives that she has me on my heels. She's quite the provocative little vixen.

The waitress returns with our drinks and food. She places down some cardboard coasters with the logo of the bar on them and places the drinks carefully on the disks. The food smells amazing and looks quite delicious.

"If there's anything else you'd like let me know, I'll be back around to check on you in a bit." Angie explains with a polite smile.

Under the table Lacie's leg rubs against mine, in a distracting and mischievous fashion.

"Thanks." I say as I return a smile and the waitress turns to leave.

Lacie sips her drink and her eyes widen in a burst of delight.

"Mnnn, this is really good! I've never even heard of this before. It's creamy and chocolatey." She takes another sip and licks her full lips in delectable appreciation.

"I took bartending courses and thought about working in a bar one day. It seemed like a fun job with an exciting social aspect that appealed to me when I was younger."

"But not anymore? Are you no longer young?" Lacie razzes.

"Truly, the appeal wore off when I started gigging regularity with my band in clubs. Alcohol is a hell of a drug. When people overindulge they use it as an excuse to be obnoxious. I've witnessed to many unpleasant incidents where alcohol was an instigating factor. It's something I try to avoid."

"Better not get me too drunk then. I might get rowdy and start a brawl."

"You better not, I like this place. I don't wanna get kicked out."

"I don't know Casper, If that waitress keeps smiling at you like that I might have to show her what for."

"She's not smiling at me, she can see we're together." I kind of regret it as I say it.

"Oh, we're together? You're so sweet." Lacie is really enjoying messing with me.

"I'm sure she's just being nice." I explain

"No Casper, she definitely is checking you out. I've been watching her and she keeps looking over here."

"Oh come on, that's her job. She's just keeping track of how we're doing with our drinks and food."

"O. K. whatever, I'm telling you she thinks you're attractive."

"What? No. She has lots of clients come through here. I'm sure she would choose someone better dressed with more money and maybe even a car."

"I don't know Casper, she's looking over here right now and giving me the stink eye."

I fight the urge to turn and see if she's messing with me.

"Angie isn't giving you the stink eye. She's thoroughly professional. I've been coming here for a few years and she's never even shown a hint of interest." I explain.

"You are fairly oblivious or willfully inattentive when it comes to being checked out Casper. It's kind of cute. You really don't know." She smiles

"Know what?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

"That your a good looking guy with a nice body and a really fine ass. I mean, It's really nice. The way it sticks out. I just wanna bite into it like an apple." She gnashes her teeth like a pretty little deranged animal biting the air.

"Besides that you exude a unique confidence that doesn't depend on trappings like fancy clothes or fine watches and status symbols. Your body language is really assured. You could wear sweats and a t-shirt and still exude the same class as any of the businessmen who frequent this place. Don't you realize that you're a self made man? I don't know any other guy who writes their own ticket as much as you do. You have your own business. You make your own hours. You have low overhead. No boss to tell you what to do. You dodge the IRS by working for straight unclaimed cash. I think you're selling yourself short." Lacie says while looking into my eyes sincerely.

"Uhh, I never thought of it that way I guess." I'm suddenly a little uncomfortable.

"And that, right there. You're humble and don't even realize that you're all of those things. I think that's the most charming thing of all. You're not all bravado and phoney bullshit trying to put on a grandiose air of importance. You're just yourself and It's amazing. You're so talented and you just act like it's nothing."

"C'mon Lacie, if I were that talented do you think I'd still be playing for nickels and dimes on street corners? I'm just a guy who practiced a lot until I could do something unique. I took the road less travelled. That is a fact. But I'd be lying if I said I knew where that road leads. I don't even know where I am most of the time. I just pretend to have it all figured out like everyone else." I admit honestly. I have no reason to lie to her. She's unabashedly sincere so I feel like I can respond in kind.

"Well, living free is not living for free. It takes hard work to be self sufficient. I don't think most people even understand what freedom is. Most of them are too stupid to recognize its importance. That's not you at all Casper." Her eyes are staring into my soul. She's being genuine. She verbally kicks down walls. She definitely says what she thinks.

"What do you want to do when you're finished studying?" I ask. I'm genuinely intrigued. She's not just some pretty girl. She's unique. She says what she means and doesn't care if it cuts to the bone. I need to know more about her.

"Well, for a long while I thought I would be a psychologist. But I realized as much as I want to understand human nature, I don't want to be around disfunction. Then I thought I'd get a degree in sociology or philosophy maybe I could find a job in social work or something like that. But lately, I've realized that all of that is total bullshit. What I really want is to be away from the city. I want a small house on a small farm with animals and children, lots of children." She looks a little dreamy like she's imagining that place in her mind.

"I'm surprised. I never thought a young girl like yourself would want that sort of thing anymore. It's definitely not the cultural trend for girls your age." I opine.

"Yeah, that's what I think too. So my sister is a anaesthesiologist. She's twenty eight and gorgeous. She works hard, makes at least a half a million dollars annually and has a beautiful apartment in Manhattan. She drives a brand new 2024 Mercedes convertible. She hasn't had a boyfriend since college and I don't think she can find a man."

"She sounds successful, why can't she find a guy. I mean if she shares your genetics she's probably a knockout."

"She can't find a man because she worked so hard to be independent that she can't get out of her own way. She lacks vulnerability and the ability to submit herself in a relationship. She worked so hard to get where she is she lost a part of herself to be, quote, unquote, successful. Now she has everything she worked so hard for, but is lonely and miserable."

"That's sad. You'd think she'd be able to find an equally ambitious young doctor or professional to match her drive." I offer.

"I used to think that too. But ask yourself, when's the last time you were attracted to a woman for her success and ability to perform at a job? Have you ever been turned on by a woman's ability to be a provider and hard working?" Lacie's gaze was locked on mine. She had a point.

"Feminism has taught women that they don't need a man and it's not altogether untrue. If they buy into that bullshit, they become men themselves and subsequently make themselves more or less unfuckable." Frankness is thoroughly baked into this girls verbal dishes. She obviously has a fair bit of wisdom for someone so young.

"I never realized that, it explains a lot of the social dynamics I observe though." I admit.

"That's not going to be me. I refuse to live in a paradigm that subverts femininity and replaces it with a fake approximation of what a man can provide. Plus men don't need batteries to satisfy a woman."

"Maybe so but you can't clean us up by putting us in the dishwasher." I reply picking up on her reference. She laughs and grabs one of the bacon wrapped dates and pops it whole into her mouth.

"Mmnnn, these are really good." She says as she chews and talks, careless as to how I might perceive her voracious appetite and lack of propriety. She's very genuine and doesn't at all hide who she is. She doesn't care if she shows she appreciates good food. I like that. She isn't trying to impress anybody. She's very comfortable being herself. It makes her even more attractive.

"So you play in a band? That sounds exciting." She says while ravenously shoving another appetizer into her mouth.

"Yeah, we play this Saturday at the Underground on Stevens and 20th. This will be the second time we've played there. It's a lot of fun. Good crowd. We sold a bunch of merch last time."

"That sounds awesome! I'd like to see that. What time do you play?" Her eyes are lit up, she seems really excited.

"We start at eight and play till around eleven or so. Maybe a little later if the audience wants an encore or two. We like to put on a good show."

"What are you called?"

"Wet Spots. Not the Wet Spots. Just Wet Spots. We're on Spotify and Apple Music, Google play store, all the digital platforms."

"That sounds sexy! What kind of music do you play?"

"Hard rock and hard rock covers of pop songs. We like to take pop songs and turn them on their head. We write our own stuff too. Feel free to check it out."

"I love hard rock. I never would have guessed you were a rock guy. Do you have an electric guitar?" Her eyes were like blue fire. She looked ravenous. I was shocked. I didn't expect that to turn her crank.

"I have a few electric guitars, I play acoustic most of the time but I like to rock out with the band."

"I can't wait to see." She says with noticeable enthusiasm as she consumes another bacon wrapped date.

"These are really scrumptious." She says with her mouth adorably full.

"I'm starting to feel that drink too. I guess those are pretty strong but it went down so easy." She observes.

"Yeah there's two ounces of liquor in those bad boys, they taste like heaven but you have to be careful." I advise.

I realize that neither of us has looked at a phone or a watch since we met. I enjoy the revelation. All too often people check their device for one reason or another. Habit, feigned or genuine disinterest, there's none of that with her. I also realize that time is flying by. I look around and see by the clock behind the bar that it's six thirty.

I fucked up, I have rehearsal at seven thirty and I haven't had a chance to get home yet.

"I hate to cut this short but I have to go." I explain.

"I wish I had more time because I'm really enjoying your company." I start fishing out my wallet to pay the bill. It's almost painful when I break physical contact with her. We've been touching in one way or another since we arrived and the absence of her warm caress became instantly apparent as soon as I broke contact. It's almost painful. God she's beautiful. She feels and smells so good.

"Can I get your number? I'd really like to see you again." I admit.

"Absolutely, give me your phone and I'll call my phone. Then we'll have each others digits." She smiles.

I hand her my phone and she dials her number and enters her name into my contacts. I hate to go but I've got to get to band practice. We have new songs we need to go over before the show this weekend.

"I had a really great time. I look forward to seeing you this weekend." I say truthfully. I already miss her.

She grabs me and presses herself fully against me in a tight hug. She feels amazing as her strong little body holds on to me emanating affection. Her tits are squished pleasantly against me and I'm a little embarrassed because I can feel her abdomen against my obvious erection. She doesn't seem to care and just holds me there burying her face into my chest.

"Mnnnn, Casper." She sighs. She looks up at me with her adorable big blue eyes sparkling.

"I'll see you Saturday night. I can't wait." Her embrace is still locked tight around my body, she doesn't want to let go either. Her curly blond hair smells so good. Her body feels amazing pressing into me. It's like she's melting against me. It's adorable. I think I'm addicted.

She finally lets go and steps back looking up at me smiling.

"O. K. bye." She turns around and her skirt twirls and lifts a bit as she scoots out the door and past the bay windows of the bar. She waves daintily and winks at me as she walks out of view.

Angie walks over with the bill in hand and some drinks on a tray for another table.

"Do you need the machine?" She asks, jolting me from my stunned state of infatuation and new found longing.

"No I'll pay cash." I put some bills on her tray along with a generous tip. I'm lost in distraction staring straight ahead.

"Keep the change Angie." I say still looking at the window where Lacie winked and waved.

"That one is hot for you stud." Angie proffered.

"She couldn't keep her hands or her eyes off of you. What did you say to her?"

Angie seemed intrigued.

"I don't know, but God in heaven I hope I don't blow it." I confessed a little candidly.

"She's pretty. Pretty young that is." Angie joked.

"I know, I still don't know much about her but I sure want to find out."

"Well Casper, if it doesn't work out maybe try checking out someone your own age." Angie suggested with a hint of jealous sarcasm.

Maybe Lacie was right.

Maybe Angie was checking me out.

* * *

I've been thinking about Lacie incessantly since that first moment we met. I can't help myself. I look at the contact info she added in my phone and It says Lacie Phelps (Golden Cadillac). I fight the urge to call. I yearn for her sweet voice.

All throughout rehearsal I feel distracted and distant. I've played our music a lot so I just go through the motions on autopilot while my preoccupied mind races with longing for Lacie and her sweet presence. The guys don't seem to notice too much, maybe they think it's nerves because of the show Saturday.

After rehearsal I arrive home and jump immediately into the shower. I rinse my hair and close my eyes as the hot water eases my aches and pains away.

Behind my closed eyes I picture Lacey in all her ripe young splendour. Her adoring blue eyes and pert feminine essence. The thought immediately swells my cock to a rigid state. I imagine Lacie in my bed, her creamy skin, her tight blond curls, her perky full tits. God, she drives me mad.

My hand is on my soaped up cock as I imagine myself eating her tight little cunt as she squirms and squeals. Her cute body and face writhing as I tongue her tight slit. It doesn't take long for me to climax to my imaginary scenario and shoot several huge dollops of cum out of my frustrated dick. I spray the mess down the drain. I can't wait to see her again. She's intoxicating.

I get out of the shower and put my gear away and set up my amp to charge. In the kitchen I drink a few glasses of water before crawling into bed.

I hazily awaken to the sensation of a warm mouth on my erect dick. I moan and open my eyes to look down and see Angie from the Tapas bar slowly licking my shaft as she eyes me seductively.

"Cum in my mouth Casper" She growls as she continues to lick and suck my rock hard dick. "I'm just a slut for your cum baby." As her warm wet mouth pops around the head of my cock. She looks so sexy as she happily sucks my dick. "Shoot that hot load in my filthy little mouth stud." Her eyes lock onto mine as my hand grabs a shock of her long brown hair and guides her ministrations.

"Awww fuck, suck that dick." I encourage as I guide her eager head down to my aching swollen nuts.

"Mmmnn Casper your balls are so full of hot cum for me. Fill my mouth with that filthy mess. Give me all your sexy hot cum."

Her tongue dances gently on my nuts as she licks them tenderly before trying to suck one of my engorged balls into her sexy mouth.

"Holy fuck Angie!" I exclaim as the sucking pressure of her mouth causes my hips to inadvertently buck at the sensation. Her mouth noisily sucks my balls as her demure hand slowly jerks my dick.

She continues to slowly glide her hand gently up and down my slippery cock as her mouth latches onto my asshole and she starts enthusiastically slurping my pucker.

"Oh fuck Angie, you're making me crazy!" I exclaim as her tongue swirls and thrusts against my anus.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum Angie, let me cum in your mouth baby." I demand hungrily as I feel the pressure start to apex.

"Fuck yeah Casper fill my slutty little mouth with hot jizz. I want to drown in your cum. Gimme a big load in my mouth."

I immediately explode. It feels like she's sucking the life out of me through the tip of my spasming dick. I'm racked and senseless as her tongue laps hungrily at the copious amount of seed spilling forth from my squirting eurethra.

Just then I look up and Lacie is there watching us. I feel an icy cold guilt as she stares on with a look of shocked jealous horror on her beautiful face.

"Why Casper?" Her eyes well with tears as I guiltily ejaculate into Angie's hungry mouth. Her tongue lapping up my copious load as I continue to pulse jet after jet of thick cum Into Angie's talented warm mouth. I feel absolute regret and moral terror as I empty my balls into her willing mouth and beautiful Lacie looks on in despondent dismay.

"Why Casper?"

I awake. My sheets are flooded with cum. I've just ejaculated everywhere. What a fucking mess. My mind and my bed. I have no words for the strange combination of emotions and images that just wracked my brain and caused me to cum all over myself. What a mind fuck!

I calm down and jump out of bed. I turn on the bedroom light and remove the sticky sheet from my bed. I inspect it before I throw it in the laundry hamper. I really dumped my nuts, the thing is soaked.

In the bathroom I rinse the cum out of my pubes and dry off. My spent dick hangs long and softening as I towel off the dampness. When I re-enter my room the clock brightly displays 2:30 AM in red LED's.

I'm still flustered from the experience my subconscious decided to unleash on me. It seemed so real, the sensations and the emotions of lustful pleasure and soul crushing guilt. I chalk it up to sexual frustration and the events from earlier this week. Maybe the upcoming show and the pressure of performing has something to do with it also. I don't know. But the experience has me wide awake now.

I grab a fresh fitted sheet from the high shelf in the closet and remake my bed. I spread my comforter over the fresh bed and turn the light out before laying back down. In the darkness I take some deep breaths and close my eyes to calm myself.

I really enjoyed that dream up until the end part. My fantasy had gotten away from me and I actually still felt tangible guilt for betraying Lacie, even though it had all been in my head. The way Angie had sucked my cock in that dream felt so amazing. I realize I haven't had a blowjob in years. Or any sex for that matter. Well that's not exactly true. I masturbate regularly, but sex with a woman, not in years.

I really needed to get my head straight. I didn't realize how pent up I was. That dream really did a number on me. There's no doubt in my mind that I feel an attraction to Angie as well as Lacie. But truly, I feel an attraction to almost every fit girl I see. I don't really have a narrow field of likes and dislikes when it comes to girls. Overall, I just admire feminine beauty. No word of a lie probably 80% or more of them seem potentially fuckable to me. Even the older ones.

Am I just lonely and horny? I know what fuelled my subconscious to produce that dream but, why? I didn't even really know Lacie that well to feel so guilty. Nor Angie either for that matter.

I really liked the sex part of that dream though. My dream version of Angie was such a wanton cum craving slut. I wish I could have a girl like that in real life. A sex crazy girl who just needs to be fucked and demands to be filled with cum. A girl who craves limitless sex and surrenders herself to my every sexual whim.

This train of thought is re-awakening my dick. I'd better relax and keep deep breathing or I'm going to want to jerk off thinking about my subconscious sexy projection of Angie. Or the way Lacie was touching me and fawning over me at the bar.

Just breathe. Slow deep breaths. Don't think. Relax. Sleep.

* * *

The next few days go by without much to speak of. I have a real bunk day Wednesday busking in front of the record store. However, Thursday and Friday are awesome and I make my hundred dollar goal in under five hours on both days. On top of that the blue suit and tie guy from the liquor store calls me and sets up a performance at his office staff party event for the end of the month. Their company wants three hours of entertainment so that means three hundred bucks! I honestly didn't expect him to contact me so soon. But I can't complain about my good fortune.

The boys in the band organized a get together on Thursday to rehearse again and iron out some kinks in our new material. Craig received our T-shirt order from the supplier and brought a shirt for each of us with the band logo silk screened in white on tie dyed shirts. Way better than our last merch order. These looked fantastic.

Craig also had stickers in the same motif. We all agreed that if we made enough money on the next few gigs we'll press an album on vinyl and it will feature the same psychedelic swirling colours in the vinyl and logo.

During this time, in any spare moment between work and life, my mind often turns to Lacie and my anticipation of seeing her tomorrow at the show. Everything about our encounter keeps replaying in my mind, fuelling my fascination with her sprightly enthusiasm and vexing beauty.

I can't get over her adoring presence and youthful flirtatious nature. Not to mention her gorgeous face and body. I keep picturing her short curly blond hair and slightly freckled nose. I can close my eyes and envision her smiling face looking up at me with those big adoring blue eyes. The blood flow to my cock increases every time I think of her. She's really gotten into my head.

* * *

"She's kinda young, just eighteen." I tell Craig as I sip my second beer of the night after rehearsal.

"What the fuck dude, she sounds really into you. I can't believe she did that Jessica Rabbit bit on you. Sounds like she really digs your vibe."

"It seems that way. Almost too good to be true. I just don't want to blow it. I'm really into her. I feel like a lonely fool."

"That's good man. Just go with it. You haven't had a relationship in years. I'm no Casanova myself but it seems you should have locked down one of those girls who hangs out backstage after our shows. I mean you're the singer and guitar player in our band, I just play bass and I get lots of trim simply because of that."

"Yeah, I just don't want another situation like I had with Monica."

"Aw, fuck that dysfunctional bitch. She wasn't a straight shooter man. She was just a little monkey swinging from dick to dick. You can't judge women by that metric. That girl didn't have a loyal bone in her body. Except when you were fucking her maybe." Craig laughed and tipped his beer.

"I guess that I have to let it go and get back on the warpath. I'll tell you this girl really makes me want to throw my tomahawk. She's really got a way about her."

"Well go for it then. You deserve to have a loyal and righteous girl backing you up. Nasty bitches like Monica are best left in the dust. Some girls really get off on destroying a guy and Monica's exactly that type. I know you could do better." His beer finished, Craig unceremoniously dropped the empty bottle back in the cooler and grabbed another twisting it open with a relish.

"Better days and better lays." Craig exclaimed, reaching over and brashly clinking his bottle against mine with a wink.

* * *

Backstage at the underground is always an adventure. The normal fare for a green room in a small club. A small harshly lit room with fluorescent lights. A beer fridge covered in band stickers, Graffiti on the walls featuring witty/bawdy humour and infantile drawings of dicks.

A couple of nasty, mysteriously stained couches with out of date upholstery and a card table with a few chairs. I always love reading the smut on the wall in a green room. "Pierced titties taste like house keys." "Everyone's an atheist until they clog the toilet at someone else's house." "Just for the record: a person born in 33 was 45 in 78." "If smoking is so bad why does it cure salmon?"

Craig was using a sharpie to add to the pandemonium of juvenile scrawl. "What's long and hard on a bass player?...3rd grade." I chuckled.

"This should be a fucking blast. Bucklerash is killing it out there tonight. If they've already got the crowd this worked up we're gonna slay! They sound really good with that new guitar player." Andy, the keyboard player in my band, observes.

"Their old guitar player is an asshole, he fucked my girlfriend Katie." D-lock the drummer scowls twirling his drum stick.

"Everyone has fucked your girlfriend Katie." Craig jokes. We call him D-lock because his name is Dave and he locks down any groove like a machine. Craig fishes a can of pilsner out of the fridge and hands it to D-lock.

"What's the difference between a pilsner and a woman's clit?" We all smile at Craig's inquiry.

"I dunno?" D-lock says with some confusion.

"A woman's clit only tastes like piss for a second." We bust up laughing.

The sound of Bucklerash's last song is pounding through the walls like a juggernaught. They sound really good. The guitar player they fired was not a very good musician but had great gear... musical and otherwise. Aside from being a coke head, he liked to fuck other people's girlfriends. So that didn't work out very well when he humped the singer of Bucklerash, Mitch's, old lady.

The new guy is killing it considering they've only had him for two months. He has sick chops and can really shred a solo. A barrage of tasty 16th note triplets echo triumphantly through the wall at the end of his raging solo. I'm glad for all the distraction. The nervousness of performing with Lacie in the audience is giving me the jitters.

"Hey, I've never seen you nervous before." Andy says as he punches me lightly in the arm.

"Tonight's gonna be epic man." Andy says encouragingly. "Trudy is selling tons of merchandise and we're already making pretty good money."

Trudy is Andy's girlfriend. She has so many piercings the best way to pick her up at the bar would be with a magnet.

"I'm excited" I admit, "I'm looking forward to the diva medley. We're gonna destroy." I say encouragingly. We worked up a medley of all of our most hated 90's till now songs by female artists, mostly the hooks and choruses. From Avril and Alanis to Beyonce and Pink. We've got them all mashed up into a metal medley with every riff juiced up to eleven.

"I'm glad we took some extra time to work on that piece Thursday. It sounds killer!" Andy smiles.

Bucklerash finishes their show with a huge rock and roll ending on the end of their last number. The pounding drums and onslaught of boisterous energy flood the entire building in a cacophony of blistering enthusiasm.

"Thank you all. You've been wonderful and we've been Bucklerash! We got some more great music coming up next. Wet Spots are here for your enjoyment so don't go anywhere. I'd like to thank Silvio along with the entire staff of the Underground for letting us be here tonight and of course all the guys from Wet Spots for putting this show together and bringing us along. Be sure to come see us and say hi. We'll be at the merch table to talk and sign stuff. Have a fantastic night."

The lead singer of Bucklerash, Mitch, is a great guy. We went to high school together and even played in a band back then called Chrome Orchid. Back then we played Led Zeppelin covers. He's always had an exceptional voice.

The Bucklerash guys enter the green room sweaty and jacked up on endorphins from a fantastic performance. We hand them some victory beers as we smile, fist bump and hug.

There's a camaraderie that develops among all of us local bands struggling together. We share a bond of slugging it out in the trenches of local dives and just barely making ends meet. Playing the music we love for the love of the craft and the dedication to our dreams. Its hard to explain to an outsider. There's no money in it and the reward does not reflect the investment. It's a passion for some and for others, like me, it's a religion.

"That crowd is awesome! It's packed out there. You guys are gonna slay." Mitch says as he pops a beer.

We head out onto the dark stage and make sure our gear is plugged in.

D-Lock sets his cymbals up on the stands and installs his snare drum on the snare stand. I plug in my guitar and set my music stand up with my lyrics and set list. Andy runs some scales with both hands and a grand piano tone setting on his keyboard. Craig adjusts his mike stand and speaks loudly into the shure 58 positioned on top.

The lights shining on stage make it almost impossible to see the crowd but the noise from the amount of people present and loudly carousing is a cacophony of boisterousness. I look out, trying to see Lacie, but no luck. The brightness of the house lights obscures any recognition.

"Check 2, check 2. Alright everybody if you want hot music you're in the right place. We're Wet Spots and we've come to clap your cheeks and wreck your sheets. If you like sex drugs and rock and roll then we're gonna get along just fine. 1...2...3... hit it!"

Craig and D-lock start rocking the Bass line and drums to Billie Jean by Michael Jackson and we're off. We play enthusiastically and I shred the solo as the audience dances and drinks. When the song comes to an end, the audience explodes appreciatively with shouts and applause. I guess it is a good crowd. We're going to have an amazing night.

* * *

We play three sets of about 45 minutes to an hour each. Around 11 o'clock the crowd is still bouncing. They really seemed to dig the diva medley and we even play a few encores. Around the second encore I notice Lacie and a girlfriend watching from near a pillar by the bar. Her eyes lock with mine and a smile grows on both our faces as we connect across the room.

Her friend leans over and whispers in her ear and they giggle and wave. God she's adorable. She's wearing a green strapless top and a short black skirt with her ring collar and her friend is in a tight dark red dress both have heels on and look very shapely and vexing. Especially Lacie. She's watching me, swaying with the music, eyes smouldering, as her lips smile coyly sucking her drink through a straw.

I strum the last few chords of Bad Romance by Lady Gaga as I belt the iconic chant and lyrics. I go out of my way to windmill the strums to make it look showy for the audience. As we finish Craig speaks loudly into the mic.

"You are such an amazing crowd, thank you for coming out. You are the best. Lets all give a big thanks to Silvio and the Underground for hosting Live music and putting on such fantastic shows. Thanks for your support. We're Wet Spots. Good night!"

And with that we're finished. I unplug my guitar and start coiling up my cables as the rest of the band do the same. We slap each other on the backs as the house lights come on and flood the stage in bright white light.

"You guys are amazing!" I look over and there's some very cute girls at the front of the stage. They look attractive, and drunk. I nod my head to Craig and he swaggers confidently over to them while coiling up an XLR cable. He loves to talk to the ladies.

I really only have one girl on my mind. I jump off of the stage and walk over to the pillar where I spotted Lacie and her friend. The disparity of lighting from bright white to dim club dance floor lights is disorienting When I arrive at the location I spotted them at, they are no longer there.

Dammit! Did they leave already? Maybe she had to get her friend home?

"Hey sailor, you looking for somebody?" I feel a pair of soft tits press into me from behind as two bare arms wrap around my waist. My dick immediately springs to life. I can smell her sweetness before I even see her.

I turn around and Lacie is beaming up at me. All cleavage and big eyed and nubile.

"That was really cool." Her eyes locked onto mine and the scent of alcohol mixed with her sweet breath as she looks up at me still holding onto me as my tented pants poke into her stomach.

"I really enjoyed your show. I'm Grace." Her attractive young friend offers as she smiles and introduces herself. Grace is also a little tipsy, they are both acting quite comfortable and talking too loud.

"Mmmmm Casper." Lacie buries her face in my chest as she hugs me and her hands creep down my back and grab my butt.

"I'm so glad I came to see you tonight." Her hands squeeze my ass and my dick twitches against her as she inhales deeply and starts slow dancing against me with her hands firmly grabbing my ass.

"I think she likes you Casper." Grace offers sarcastically as she smiles at her friends unencumbered advances.

"I like her too." I say proudly.

Craig walks up behind Grace.

"We're going back to my garage to split the take and smoke some weed. You coming'?" He doesn't look sure. Maybe he thinks we're going back to my place. I can't just take Lacie home without at least spending some time with her and Grace.

"We'll come with you in the van with the gear. If that's alright with you ladies that is?"

"We'd love to." Grace says while looking admiringly up at Craig. I think she sees something she likes.

Craig smiles broadly at Grace and I can tell there's some alcohol fuelled inhibition crackling in their locked gaze. Tonight is gonna be amazing. I can already tell.

* * *

After we split the money from the show, and smoke a little reefer. Grace and Craig disappear into the back yard and don't come back. I could tell Grace really dug Craig from the moment he approached us at the club. She was just his type too.

Lacie and I cuddle up on a couch and I put my arm around her. She snuggles up to me and holds on to me like a security blanket. I offer to call her a cab but she says she wants to come home with me. Who am I to argue with that kind of logic.

On the taxi home she presses herself against me and desperately holds me. Her big blue eyes lock with mine and we start making out. Her sweet breath is all alcohol and peach candy and I can't get enough of her. She pulls me into her aggressively, sucking my tongue and biting my lip.

Her sweet mouth against my ear.

"I'm so wet for you Casper. I know I'm just a silly little girl to you. That's okay. You have more experience and could have any woman you choose. But you turn me on so much. I dream about being your love slave. I touch myself at night and imagine you rutting on top of me. Eating my hairy pussy as you squeeze my tits. Holding my hands behind my back and taking me from behind."

"Using me for your pleasure. I imagine sucking your cock and licking your balls as you look down at me. It makes my clit hard and my nipples stiff. I really want to know what your cum tastes like." Her cute little voice whispers, not too quietly as I see the cab drivers eyes go wide in the rear view mirror.

"I get so turned on at the idea of being your woman." She continues. Her hand guides my fingers between her legs and she whimpers seductively. Her panties are so wet! She isn't lying. The thin fabric is moist beneath my tender touch as I slowly caress her. I can feel the heat of her womanhood and her curly pubes just beneath her soaked panties. I push them aside and gently trace her labia with my middle finger.

"ooooohhhhh!" She coos as I find her clit with the pad of my well lubricated finger. Her sweet breath is so close and hot. The smell of alcohol and peaches is like an aphrodisiac to my nostrils.

"See this ring on my collar? It's not just for show. It's a symbol of my desire to submit to you. Under the right circumstances I can be used like a compliant little sex toy to be fucked and inseminated. I want to belong to you Casper. You make me so wet. Be my daddy, my master. You can use my body to cum any way you like."

My dick is like a chisel in my pants. I can hardly believe this is real. Did God answer my prayers? Is this some kind of wish fulfillment? Did I die and go to heaven. Is she an angel? The devil?

"When we get back to your place I want you to push my ankles up beside my head and fuck me with your big rockstar cock." Her hand confidently grabs my dick and I inadvertently moan as she wraps her little fingers around me through my pants.

"Oh Casper, stick your finger in my mouth then stick it back inside me. I want to taste myself off your finger."

Her little hand is jerking me off through my pants and my mouth is hungrily exploring hers. I break off my kiss and grab her hair aggressively with my other hand as I feed my wet finger into her mouth.

Her tongue dances around my finger as she looks at me smouldering. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks my finger deeply into her mouth and throats it, her tongue working circles around it. I pull her short curly blond hair as I let her fellate my finger. I withdraw it from her mouth with a wet pop. I pull her panties aside and slide my wet finger back inside her. She's tight like a vice and I gently move my finger in a come hither motion as her mouth falls open and she looks at me with wanton abandon.

"I'm so wet Casper my clit is throbbing. My nipples are like diamonds." She's not even whispering anymore. She doesn't even care that the cab driver can hardly watch the road. I don't care either.

"Unnngh! Oh my gawd you're so deep in my little hole!" Her mouth is dropped open provocatively as she bucks involuntarily from my ministrations. Her dainty hand is grasping desperately at my marble hard dick trying to get her fingers impossibly around it through my pants. Her other hand is groping her breast through her top. She presses the top of her mound against my palm and starts trying to stimulate her frustrated clit against it.

"Your dick is so big and hard. I'm gonna suck your balls and make them overflow hot cum." She's looking right at me. Her eyes are like fire in the darkness of the backseat of the taxi. The youthful flush of her cheeks is clearly visible in the intermittent light provided by the traffic.

Her mouth is hanging open seductively, she's carelessly drooling as she aggressively fondles my dick and humps my finger. Her big blue eyes are catlike in the darkness. Her gaze is locked onto mine as our foreheads touch and we breathe into each others mouths.

"That'll be $48.50." The cabie says. I didn't even notice we had arrived.

I hastily fish a fifty out of my wallet and open the door. The cool night air rushes in and I realize how much heat we've generated in the short time we've been in the backseat.

I pay the driver and he speeds off into the night as Lacie presses her body against mine with urgent need.

"Carry me up the stairs Casper. You can do whatever you want with me. I belong to you now."

I scoop her up and cradle her head against my chest. My dick is so hard against my leg that It's leaking like a broken faucet. All I can think of is fucking Lacie before my balls turn blue and painfully explode.

"You need to be my master." She explains as I carry her up the stairs.

"You need to use me like you own me. I'll do whatever you like because I want to belong only to you. Be rough with me, I want you to. I need it. I need you to show me that you're the master and I'm your girl and that you own me. I'm your property."

Her sincere gaze is adorable as she looks up at me. Does she really mean what she's saying? Does she actually want to be my girl or is she just hammered. I put Lacie down in front of me and kiss her deeply as I fish my keys out of my pocket. Her hand searches for my cock through my pants. She's trying to undo my belt as I unlock the door.

We're going to end up fucking in the entrance of my building if I don't get her upstairs right now!

I throw her over my shoulder like a wild Indian and enjoy a whiff of her feminine scent with her ass resting right beside my face. Her soaked panties smell so good as I jostle my way up the stairs and down the hall.

I open the door of my apartment with my key and wildly shove the door open with my foot. I carry her inside like a sack of potatoes slung over my shoulder, sexy teenage potatoes at that, and hastily kick the door closed behind me. I rush into my bedroom and flop her down on my bed. I flick on the light and pull off my jacket.

She looks so good and I can tell she's running hot on lust and alcohol. I need to fuck this girl. I'm all instinct and adrenaline as I start unbuttoning my shirt.

She's staring at me and her eyes are locked onto me as I strip. Her cheeks are flushed pink from sexual arousal and alcohol. She looks so amazing as she leans back and watches me admiringly, seductively sucking her finger and watching me undress. She removes her shoes and drops them carelessly to the floor.

"I'm so in love with you Casper. I know I'm just a silly little girl. I need your strong hands, I need you to be in control. You need to dominate me and make me your woman." She sits up and pulls her top over her head. Her white sports bra is strapless and has her tits squashed down tight. She shimmies out of her skirt and throws her clothes off carelessly.

"I'm a little nervous, but I like it. I want you to be rough with me Casper, make me your woman." She stands up and bends over my bed pushing her ass out seductively and looking back at me over her shoulder.

"I'll be submissive for you. I wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I can be the girl of your dreams and everything you ever wanted. I'll only serve you. I'm devoted to you. Your servant. It makes me happy. Use my body however you like. I need you."

My dick is hard enough to break glass. Her little ass is so cute, pushed out for me. She's biting her lip and giving me the pouty eyes because I haven't got my pants off yet. Lacie rocks back and forth rubbing her thighs together as she teases me with her teensy bum.

"I need you to manhandle me Casper. I need it sooo bad. I'm a naughty girl and you need to punish me." Her gyrations are lascivious and hypnotic. Her pouty flushed face is begging me to fuck her.

"Come on Casper, fuck me. I'm a ripe little slut for you to impregnate and leave dripping with hot seed. Look at my tight little teenage ass." I can't get my pants off fast enough. I drop my shorts and my cock is jutting out at full mast.

"I don't want you to use protection. I don't care if you get me pregnant. The thought of you fucking a baby into me makes me so wet I can hardly stop squirming. Bite me and shove your dick in me like a wild animal. Choke me and pull my hair too. I've been bad. I want you to use me. Mark me up if you want. I don't care, I belong to you."

I walk up behind her and firmly slap her amazing panty clad ass. The smack resounds loudly in my room and I don't give a fuck who hears it. If my room mate is home he might end up calling the police. I'm going to fuck this girl into a messy heap and make her scream.

"Treat me like a the trashy little tease that I am. Fuck me. Oh Gawd Fuck me!"

I slap her ass again with authority and grip her fleshy bum like I own her. Her ass a ripe peach waiting to be devoured. I viciously tear down her panties revealing her savoury flesh. I crouch down behind her and spread her tightness open inhaling deeply of her aromatic wetness and youthful splendour. Her little balloon knot winks. Her soaked gash is so tight and pretty. My hot breath caresses her nether regions. I feel a warm rush over me as I lean in to taste her. Her cute little holes invite my tongue to sample her tangy asshole.

"Flex that sexy shitter against my tongue baby." I rumble as I swirl and prod her spicy ring with my hungry tongue.

"Eat my ass daddy, Oh my Gawd your tongue is tickling my ass. Yessss! It's so fucking naughty." She's squirming and her high pitched foxy voice is squealing delightfully as I happily slurp her dirt box.

"Oh my Gawd that feels so dirty. Keep licking me Casper. My asshole belongs to you. Mnnnn soooo good! I'm such a slut, I'm your dirty little teenage slut! Ohhh fuck!" I never imagined in my wildest dreams the smack that comes out of Lacie's mouth. She could make a pirate hooker blush.

I keep pressure against her dirt pipe until it relaxes then I force my tongue inside her tight asshole. I push my mouth against her moist shitter enjoying the dirtiness of tongue fucking Lacie's tight little bum hole.

She squeaks delightfully and squirms against me delighting in my attention.

"Ohh Casper, treat me like a whore. Make me your little fuck slut."

I remove my tongue from her dainty little anus and slap her ass hard. She twitches as redness flushes her lily white cheeks. Lacie has brought the animal out in me. I need her. To dominate her and make her my woman. It's nature. The power of the universe. The will of God, that I savagely fuck this girl till she's a babbling cum drunk mess.

I grab her and throw her onto my bed facing me. Her young body is flawless and magnificent. Her sports bra is the only clothing preventing me from seeing her show stopping naked body.

"Take off your top." I need to see all of her. Grabbing her foot I suck her toes as she removes her sports bra. She pulls it up playfully and drops her pretty boobs into view. They pop out with youthful enthusiasm and reveal glorious firm roundness peaked by erect nickel sized pink nipples. Her breasts are bigger than I thought. My dick twitches unintentionally.

I keep sucking her toes as I look into her eyes. She squeezes her nipples and looks at me like a depraved little hellcat in heat.

"I need to eat your pussy." I grab her other leg at the ankle and force her ankles both up beside her head as I lean over her. My cock is resting at her bushy entrance and she's radiating heat against my dick as I slide it outside of her against her wet lips. Her gossamer pubes and tender fringes feel divine against my marble hardness.

She pushes against me and our mouths latch together in a swirl of passionate lust. I gently slide my upturned dick between her delicate petals enjoying her slick drippings as she coats the underside of my meat with her syrupy trickles.

"Shove it in me Casper! I need it. I need your thick hot cum in my tight pink hole. Wreck my teenage pussy with that throbbing monster cock! Oh Fuck!" It's taking everything I have not to shove myself inside her and wreck her little box on the spot. Her warm wet little nook feels so good. Her gentle folds delicately caressing my veiny dick as I slide it against the outside of her tight little honeypot.

I suck her earlobe and nibble gently as she claws my back with her nails. I keep her legs pinned up beside her head folding her in half roughly. She's young and flexible and I feel a primal need to dominate her. I can't even help myself.

I know she's barely legal and I'm at least ten years older than her. That's what's so hot about it. She's mine. I'm deflowering her. I won her. Through some beautiful twist of fate or turn of fortune she belongs to me. I need to claim her. Ravish her. Plunder her tight little holes.

It's obviously driving her crazy because she's squirming around. Trying to get her tight little snapper to gain purchase on the head of my dick and force it inside. She's looking up at me with desperation and pouty frustration. I keep the head of my cock poised just above her clit. Her unsatisfied tiny hole left clenching and wanton as she's pinned beneath me and I mercilessly tease her.

"Fuck me with that giant cock, Oh Gawd Daddy Fuuuuuuck Meeeeeee!" She can hardly stand it. I love torturing her.

"Treat me like a piece of meat. Force it in my tiny pussy."

I can't keep teasing her. My cock is leaking all over her angelic blond bush leaving a gluey mess of clear cum on her pubic mound. I look down and admire the beauty of her diaphanous pubes haphazardly desecrated by my leaking semen. She's so fresh and beautiful and she's all mine.

I readjust my hand onto her thighs and keep her legs pushed up as I kneel beside my bed and prepare to devour her pussy.

My tongue finds her cleft and tortures her folds with slow gentle licks. Her pretty pink labia are tight and delicious. Her pussy is fragrant and hairy with wisps of celestial blond curls. Her slit is tight despite her legs being held high and apart. Her young slit is jejune, pink and tight.

"Mnnn, Oooh Casper. Oooooh baby. Oh yessssss! Lick me, lick my pretty kitten."

Her voice is trembling. She needs a release, and I know just how to give it to her. I can't wait till her heady nectar is dripping from her wet snatch and I can lick up the sweet mess.

I force my tongue inside her airtight crevice and start lapping at her tender beauty. She fidgets and moans as I lick upwards and arrive at the devils doorbell, pressing it with my tongue.

"Whoah!" She screams as I latch onto her love button and begin to gently suck it. I coat my middle finger in the string of clear cum leaking out of the tip of my cock and insert it brusquely into her vice like aperture.

"I can't believe you're eating my little pussy. Ohhh it feels so good. Keep fingering me. Just like that. Oh my Gawd! Right there! Wow! Yeah! Yesss!" Her adorable little voice rambling dirty nonsense only emboldens my plundering exploration of her tight young hole.

I feel so powerful making Lacie writhe and drool foolish prattle. Her pussy is delicious and tight. I keep her legs pushed up high, taking my pleasure. Eating her naughty box.

I move my finger steadily in a come hither motion. Rhythmic and slow against the pebbly tissue inside her snug cunt while I suck deftly on her nub.

"Yessss! My clit just liiiiike thaaaaat unnnnngh!" I think she's cumming. I flick my tongue lightly against her magic bean.

"Your tongue is driving me crazy. Keep it up and I'm going to squirt on your face." Her legs are trembling. I keep a gentle rhythm between my mouth and finger. Doing my best to drive her absolutely insane with pleasure.

"Finger insiiiide meeeeee. Ugh! Use your finger in my pussy Mnnnnnnnn!" I think she's still cumming! What a sexy little vixen. Her eyes are clenched shut and she's flushed and red. Her loveable face is all scrunched up. Her tits are jiggling adorably. She looks so precious.

"I'm cumming. Oh wow! Casper. Mnnn, Fuuuuuuck Caspeeeeer!" I feel her vice like twat clench around my finger as she squirts a clear stream of girl cum in a pretty arc all over both of us. Fuck yes! That's sexy as hell.

Lacie's insides flood with warm lubrication. Her grip on my finger pulsates. Her cunt twitches and she quivers in time with her spasming cooter. Damn, this girl is so uninhibited and sexy. I honestly think she'll let me do whatever I want with her young body. I don't know if this is what love is but, I know I love making her cum.

She opens her eyes and looks at me. Her gaze is wild and her tits are flushed and heaving. She looks like a depraved little sex animal. I'm awed at the sexual hunger apparent in her eyes. As if she wants to devour me.

"I need you to feed me your cum." It's a matter of fact. She won't take no for an answer.

Her sexy young body moves with intense sexual purpose as she gets up from the bed. I've never even seen a woman move like that before. She's like a succubus, a pure sexual being. A female in heat. I'm truly amazed. I've never been more turned on in my life.

She presses her mouth to mine and sensuously savours the taste of herself on my lips. Her sweet breath is heaven. Her beautiful tits are pressed against my chest. Her hands are on the back of my neck as I explore her mouth.

"I need to know what your cum tastes like." Her big blue eyes locked with mine. I'm powerless to stop her.

Lacie gets down on her knees reaches behind me and rakes her nails across my clenched ass. Her face is so close to my cock. She's studying it hungrily. Her mouth watering. She looks up at me with wanton lust in her eyes.

"Be rough with me. I belong only to you." She rubs her face against my rigid cock like an animal covering itself with the scent of something it likes. Her demure tongue explores my shaft with small licks. With one hand firmly gripping my ass she uses the other to manipulate my tool as she samples and teases it with her mouth. Her eye contact is constant. She has a nasty look on her face. It's somewhere between starvation and pure lust.

Her hand moves my tool out of the way and she latches on to my nuts like a semen demon. Her gaze entwined with mine. Her stare unwavering as she savours my sweaty sac. She moans as she licks and sucks my balls. My knees almost buckle with pleasure.

"Mnnn your balls taste so good. Spit in my face. Treat me like a whore." She says. Her expression is that of a naughty girl unleashed. Her hunger for cum is apparent. I grab her hair and chin to lever her head back. Using my fingers, I open her mouth and I spit inside. Then I slap her face.

She smiles. I slap her face again and shove her mouth against my aching nuts. A huge dollop of pre-cum wells out of my piss-slit as her warm wet mouth latches onto my sac.

"Keep making happy slut noises while you drool on my balls" I demand.

'I love the smell of your dick. Slap my face and spit in my mouth. I'm just a cunt for you to cum inside of."

I grab a fistful of her hair and use the other hand to start slapping her in the face with my dick. Leaving sticky pre cum all over her pretty face. I do it at least a dozen times hard.

"Rub your cock all over my pretty face." She pleads

"Slap me in the face with that fucking giant dick. Ugh! I love it. Make me your dirty little teen slut." I keep assaulting her with my cock. I grab her nostrils with my other hand and she opens her mouth to breathe as I rub my cock against the inside of her gaping maw.

"Pull my hair. Suffocate me with your dick!"

I plough my leaking cock deep into her mouth while holding her hair like a handle. She coughs and sputters around me and it feels amazing as she chokes on my meat.

She looks so pretty and vulnerable kneeling before me slapping her hands flat against me in involuntary protest. Her eyes clenched shut and her beautiful face all contorted in discomfort. My frustrated dick filling her wanton mouth.

I pull my cock out of her mouth with an explosive pop. There's trails of spit everywhere. And she grabs it with her dainty hand and jerks it towards her face while licking it and drooling spit all over her pretty tits.

"Mnnnn your cum tastes so good. Feed it to me. Cum in my mouth."

"Keep stroking me like that. Grip it harder Lacie. Ohhh fuck yeah. Like that. Now lick it near the tip like your eating tasty ice cream. Look at me with your beautiful eyes while you suck my cock."

Her hand is gripping me perfectly as she glares up at me desperate for cum in her mouth. Licking and sucking at my swollen head, pointing it at her mouth waiting for me to unload. Her hand tenderly groping my ass as she coaxes me towards a love explosion.

"Cum in my mouth, I need every drop. I'm so fucking hungry. Feed me that thick semen." She begs as she works her hand firmly and stares at me with ravenous blue eyes.

"I'm gonna swallow every drop of cum you've got and I hope its a lot, because I'm starving". Her sweet voice saying something that dirty as she stares up at me jerking my fat dick into her hungry mouth.

I explode.

My dick pulses big spurts of thick pearly cum into her waiting mouth.

Her tongue and lips surround my throbbing cock head as jet after jet of semen erupts forcefully from my piss hole.

She looks at me as she hungrily laps up my squirting sperm. Messily eating my load like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted. Her blue eyes, locked onto mine, burning with desire and satisfaction. Gauging my pleasure as I wince through an amazing uncontrollable orgasm. My knees buckle slightly. She closes her mouth around the head and sucks me as I shudder and quake. Her tongue gathering every last drop as she moans and squeals with delight at every pulse and twitch.

"Holy Fuck Lacie! Such a good girl." I stammer as I finish nutting in her willing wet mouth. I grab her hair and pull her up for a long wet cum flavoured kiss. Our tongues dancing delightfully together as I hold her beautiful body tightly against me.

She jumps up and energetically wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I put my hands under her gorgeous ass. I hold her there as she rubs her leaking clam against me, squishing her amazing tits against my hairy chest. We keep kissing passionately, desperately. Tasting each others sex. Blending the flavours of our bodies sensuously as we tongue fuck.

"Oh my gawd, your cum tastes so good. I want you to tie me to your bed and drip hot loads in my mouth."

"That sounds amazing. You can be my little cum slave. I love the idea of you starving for my cum."

She looks deep into my eyes, her face still flushed with effort and excitement. Her blue eyes are wild.

"From now on Casper, I want every last drop of cum you've got." She latches onto my mouth and moans as we play a pick up game of tonsil hockey. This is quickly shaping up to be the best night of my life.

I place her down on the bed. I'm on top of her, her arms and legs still wrapped around me. She's so tiny and strong. It's darling.

My cock is still semi erect and we kiss passionately. Her naked body is amazing. She feels so warm and soft in all the right places. Our tongues dance while she moans softly.

I remove her embrace from my neck and pin her arms above her head. I study her as I hold her there. Controlling her as I enjoy looking at her pinned beneath me. What a treasure.

My dick isn't soft for very long. Due to the long absence of intimacy from my existence or the excitement of being with Lacie, I can fell my cock engorging at the thought of penetrating her cooze. The thought of her tight sugar walls squeezing my turgid cock while she squeals and squirms is fuelling my fire.

"I'm going to fuck you Lacie. I don't think I can hold back." I say honestly. Our faces are close and her pretty eyes are big and bright.

"Use me. I'm your pretty teenage fuck toy to fill with cum.." She revels in her power. She knows I'm under her spell. She wants me to fill her with cock. Left inseminated and dripping cum from her tiny tight pussy. Stretched, soiled and satisfied.

"Please cum inside me daddy! Shoot a big load of hot cum inside my womb! Breed me like a dumb little teenage whore. I belong to you."

My cock is rigid and unyielding. I grab her neck with my hand. My other hand still holding her wrists above her head. I look deep into her eyes as I slowly sink myself inside her. Her eyes widen and her mouth opens in shock as she accommodates me inside her tight canal. She's incredibly tight. Her wetness lubricates her passage as my cock stretches her tiny hole.

She looks so beautiful, I can't tell if it's pain or pleasure, or both but her eyes are telling me not to stop.

But I do.

I hold myself there supporting my weight on her wrists and neck. Enjoying the sensation of conquering her. Controlling her pleasure and taking my sweet time.

"Fill me up! Choke me. Oh Gawd Fuck my tight cunt while you choke me!" Urging me to continue subjugating her.

I slide back inside her while keeping steady pressure on her throat. Her face is red and her eyes are huge as she struggles for air as I stretch her snug tunnel.

"Work that giant dick into my stretched out pink hole. Unngh! Oh Fuck it's so big. Wreck my tiny pussy. Shove that veiny monster deep inside meeeeeeee!" I shove myself hard inside her with unexpected force. Her gleeful cry exciting me all the more.

I stay there. Planted to the root deep in her tight womanhood. Enjoying her warm, wet grip. I keep her pinned beneath me enjoying the knowledge that my cock is filling her up to her limit. Fuck it's so tight. I can feel every beat of her heart, every breath.

I pull back and enjoy the gentle friction of her slick love tunnel. Then I push back inside her just as slow. Letting her adjust to my girth.

Deep inside her I feel a flood of warm wetness as she moans and trembles. Her vagina relaxes slightly accommodating me more comfortably as I slowly saw in and out of her tightness. Making sure I sink completely inside her to the hilt every time and leave her nearly empty of me on every backstroke.

"Make me your woman. Fill me up with cum!" She demands.

I feel she's ready. I slam my cock into her hard. Then again. Holding her throat and wrists as I take my pleasure with her. Her big blue eyes are wide open and her mouth is agape. She squeaks provocatively with every thrust as I start to build momentum.

I don't hold back. I'm shoving my dick as deep inside her as I can. It feels so good to hold her down and slam her tight wet hole. She gasps and thrashes as I lightly choke her and slam it home with vigorous intensity.

"Oh Gawd you're fucking me so hard. Fuck my tight teen cunt. It belongs to you now." I love her enthusiastic smack talk. It's almost as much of a turn on as her tight teen body and pretty face. Maybe more. I keep fucking her as I regulate the pressure on her throat.

"Unh, ungh, unh, huh, fuck it Daddy! Oh daddy, you're fucking me so deep. So deep inside me." She fidgets as I jam myself inside her over and over. Using her beautiful body. Plundering her honey hole. She's building towards a nice hard cum. It feels good to control Lacie's pleasure. I love making her cum.

"Slap my pretty little slut face. Make me cry while you pound me." Apparently she likes a little pain with her pleasure. I release her throat and plant a hard smack across her face as I keep a hard fast rhythm. I release her wrists and keep my hand on her throat allowing me to slap her tits as I fuck her.

"Take that you pretty little cunt." I smack her tits. Then her face. Her eyes well up with tears as I jam my dick into her mercilessly.

"You're such a hot little tease." Smack.

"Is this what you want you pretty slut?" Smack.

"Take that nasty dick while I slap these perfect tits." Smack.

God she's beautiful.

"Yes Daddy. Fuck me up. Screw me full of hot cum. Inseminate me with your massive dick."

I stop and pull out slapping my meat against her pink slit. Her pussy is precious. So pink and tight.

"Flip me over. Slam me from behind Casper. Wreck my juice box." How can I say no?

I let her get on all fours and she grabs a pillow as she presents her perfect ass in front of me. Her sexy spider is involuntarily flexing and her perfect pink pussy looks like chewed up bubble gum. I drop a dollop of spit on my cock and ease it into her waiting snatch. Then I plop a glob of spit right on her balloon knot and spread it around with my finger as I ease my cock in and out of her vice like cunt.

"Yessss! Oh Gawd yes! Stick your finger in my ass! Use my pussy and finger my tight asshole Casper. I want you in all my holes. I'm just a horny slut with tight teen holes for you to fuck."

I oblige her and force my finger right inside her spit soaked asshole. My cock is really deep inside her from this angle and she's squealing happily with every thrust. I work my cock and finger in and out of her holes enjoying the tightness of this beautiful girl and her sexual aptitude for giving and receiving pleasure.

"Make me your woman! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She demands as she clamps down on my finger and cock. I can feel my dick with my finger as I thrust inside her. Fuck this is dirty. I'm so turned on. Between her filthy mouth and lack of sexual boundaries, I'm enraptured.

"Pull my hair and slap my ass. I'm such a bad girl. Give me discipline."

I remove my finger from her ass and grab her hip. With my other hand I grip her blond curls tightly and pull her hair as I brutishly thrust my enraged dick in her amazing pussy. I pull her hair firmly and let go of her waist unleashing a flurry of hard smacks on her lily white ass. She yelps and clenches her snatch tightly around me as I savagely ream her.

"Shoot that fucking horse sauce straight into my little pink cunt. I want to feel that huge cock twitching inside me as you inseminate me. Give me hot cum Casper. Fill me up! I need it so bad. Fuuuuck!" I think she's cumming again. I really want to cum too.

I pick up speed and slap her ass a few more times. My hand is clenched firmly in her blond mane. Her ass is turning bright red. She's moaning ecstatically. My balls swing below my cock, slapping her love button with every powerful thrust. I'm using her tight cunt pitilessly to ejaculate.

She looks so beautiful as I ram myself home over and over. She starts quaking and screams.

Caaaasspeeeer! Fuuuuuuuck! Ugh ungh unhhh huh ung ung." She just came hard and I don't even care. I just keep bulldozing my cock into her.

"Make me cum. Make me cum Lacie." I demand as I slam her with gusto.

She turns her head so she can see me. Her eyes lock with mine as she watches me frantically jackhammering at her upraised posterior.

"You look so hot dominating me from behind Casper. Mnnn baby, your fucking me so good. Why don't you pretend my ass is a midwestern American school and shoot some kids in it." I can't believe she just said that! I start laughing hysterically as she smiles back at me with her big doe eyes.

"What the fuck Lacie!" I say laughing as I struggle to keep fucking her. What a sense of humour on this girl. I know I'm in love. She has no filter. No limits. She is beautiful and funny and sexually uninhibited. She's perfect.

"Let me ride you Casper. We'll cum together." She suggests with a mischievous smile.

I pull out of her tight growler and it snaps shut like a vacuum seal. Her slit is unbelievable.

I lay back on the bed propping up my head with a pillow. My cock is wet and standing straight up. Lacie grabs it and pulls it to my hip then lets it go.

"Booooiiiiiiing!" She says imitating the sound of a spring doorstop. She smiles down at me and smirks playfully. Then she puts her tit up to my mouth and I latch on to her nipple for the first time. She moans as I suck and lick her hard peak. She throws a leg over me as I savour the breast in my mouth.

"Ohhh Casper. That's so good." She encourages me as she positions her pussy entrance perfectly above my skyward erection. I can feel her tender flaps as she lowers herself tentatively. Then when she's assured of it's trajectory she lets herself sink onto it with a deep moan.

"Right theeeeerrrrrrrrre." She says. I release her nipple from my mouth and she adjusts her position above me.

She looks glorious! Her firm youthful tits are jutting out and her shoulders are back as she sits astride me. She's posed like she's riding a steed into battle. She tests out her seat on my peg as she smiles down at me.

"My turn now." Her eyes go wide with a depraved look of unbalanced fervour and she grabs my throat with both hands. She bucks wildly as she grasps my throat with her dainty hands.

"Fucking take it. Look at me when I fuck you." She slaps my face mockingly as she humps me and laughs. Her beautiful tits heaving as she chuckles and rides me.

She's fucking hilarious! Suddenly she's in such a silly mood. Her humour is twisted and really funny. I've never been with a girl who wanted to laugh and cry during sex. Our dalliance has spanned an intense range of emotions.

She laughs and her pussy clenches around my dick. It feels amazing. I grab her hips and start meeting her motion as we move in unison. I'm still smiling as I match her rhythm and we coordinate our movements.

She starts squeezing her tits as I grip her ass and drive my cock inside her with vigour. I can't believe I'm with such a beautiful horny girl.

"Yeah baby! Let me ride that dick straight to heaven." She says as she meets my thrust with her own sexy undulations. She looks glorious as she relishes the feel of riding my hard cock and being in control. She moves seductively. I'm enamoured as I watch her beautiful face.

Her expression conveys boundless pleasure or intense effort. Sometimes her features twist to reveal a loss of control. All of it is incredibly sexy. Her tits are so big and bouncy. I've never been with such a beautiful woman.

I can see she's getting close. Her eyes lock with mine and she puts her hands on my chest as she leans forward and humps her hips with intense purpose. I can tell she's building towards a climax. I grab her waist and encourage her to bring herself pleasure. I let her adjust the angle of her hips so my cock is inside her just right.

When I'm at the optimal position inside her and her mons is rubbing against my pelvis in the right way, I start to slam into her. Her mouth opens and she shuts her eyes as I thrust purposefully into her. I can see the pleasure building as her jaw goes slack and her eyes fly open with surprise, She's close now. I want to cum too.

"You're so beautiful riding that big cock Lacie. Do you want me to cum?"

"Casper, cum baby. Cum with me."

"I'm gonna fill you up Lacie."

"Mnnnnnnn. Ugh. Feels so good."

"Ride that dick like the city is burning and I'm the last horse out of town."

"Yessss. Casper. Fuck it. Fuck my little cunt." Her breasts heave wonderfully with every thrust. I'm manipulating her hips as I plough into her, building towards a mutual release.

"Tell me when you want me to cum Lacie."

"Oh fuck Casper. Cum. Cum inside me baby. Inside meeeeeeeeee!" She squeals delightfully as she comes. I hammer into her a with renewed purpose as I feel the sensation peak in my loins.

"Take it Lacie." I unleash a fresh load inside her as she trembles and rides out her climax. My hot cum fills her tight cunt as I grimace, powering through the intense sensation of our combined orgasm.

"Keep fucking me Casper." She says as her face goes slack and one eye closes and flutters like she's having a stroke. Her mouth is open and drooling. The squishy sound of my cock pistoning her airtight box fills the room. I keep pounding her, despite the intense sensation of pleasure overwhelming my dick. I force myself to keep going.

"Casper!" She screams and moans a deep guttural animalistic sound as her hands find my shoulders for purchase. She's still cumming so I keep going. I can feel sperm leaking out of her with every thrust. Her eyes open and she swallows dryly as she shudders.

"What the fuck was that?" She says. "Holy fuck! I've never come that hard before."

"That was amazing Lacie. You look so beautiful when you lose control."

"I want you to fuck me like that every day." Lacie says

"Sign me up." I say succinctly.

"Mnnn, you filled me up like a French pastry." She says looking down and inspecting her wonderful blonde cooter still impaled on my shaft.

"It feels so good to be full of your cum." Her eyes are wild as she collapses on my chest and plants her full lips on mine.

"I don't want to get up but I should go pee." She says lifting herself off of me. My cock flops out of her love tunnel and she puts her hand underneath herself to catch the cum leaking out of her beautiful minge. About a teaspoon of pearly goo leaks out of her. She inspects it and then licks it hungrily out of the palm of her hand.

"Your cum is delicious Casper. I love the way you taste." She's incredible. She bears down and squeezes some more of my load out of her and casually eats it licking it off her fingers like cake icing. God she's sexy!

"Hey look we made wet spots on your comforter. You should hang this thing behind you guys while you play. It would make a good backdrop for your shows." She says smiling and teasing her hand through my chest hair.

"I gotta pee." She says suddenly as she girlishly bounces naked off the bed and prances out the door of my room into the dark hallway.

"It's on the left, first door." I call after her.

Moments laters, I hear her tinkling in the bathroom as her sweet voice hums the tune to strangers in the night. After a minute or so I see the light go on and the tap runs for about thirty seconds. Then it's silent for a moment.

"Hey Casper."

"What"

I hear the boing of the spring doorstop behind the bathroom door and Lacie's uninhibited laughter. I think my life just took a turn for the better.