It was always the music that got their attention. I play the guitar. Very well now. I practiced a lot when I was young. I would practice every day after school, before the folks came home. At first I had an old flat top guitar but as I got better, I bugged my dad to buy me an electric guitar and an amplifier. Dad used to play when he was younger, but had lost his touch and he said I would probably be better that he was if I stuck to it. That was an unusual remark from my dad, we really didn't have a lot to talk about in those days, me being a junior in high school and all, and of coarse I knew it all. I studied hard and got good grades, and I practiced a lot and became quite good on my old guitar. On my eighteenth birthday, the folks rewarded me with a brand new Fender guitar and amplifier.
Three of my friends and I had been practicing together and had formed a little band and as luck would have it, there was to be a talent contest at the school. We figured what the hell, we could only look like idiots, so we entered it, and we knocked the house down. After that, we were summoned to perform at school dances and soon we became the talk of the school and, we started to be in demand with the girls who up to this time had avoided us like the plague.
I was really not interested in the girls in school so much as I was suddenly amused by all the attention. I had been friendly with a couple of the girls in my neighborhood, especially Karen who lived next door with her mother. Karen attended the Catholic high school so we did not spend class days together. Karen, and her mother Helen could pass for sisters anywhere. Helen had been a bad girl. She managed to get pregnant at sixteen and now at thirty-four, she still preferred to remain somewhat reclusive and not date to often. She later told me that after being abandoned by Karen's father she had hated men. As time passed, she just never found anyone she connected with and preferred to stay home.
Karen and I chummed around all through high school and she spent many hours with me while I practiced on the guitar and was my best critic and an immense help with the music. She encouraged me to learn and would scold me when I screwed up. I guess I loved her in my own way but never really wanted to get romantic with her until the girls at my school started to notice the band.
Karen and Helen were both very attractive creatures. Karen had long, sandy blond hair that reached just to her shoulders and shone as if the sun was always upon it. She was 5'-6" tall, weighed a trim 115 lbs. She was not overly endowed, but she was put together just right. She would never be a beauty queen, but who cares, she was sexy and she was my best friend. Helen, on the other hand, stood on the next tier. Long, silken brown hair, 5'-9" tall, legs all the way to the ground, 38C-24-36, soft full lips and a soft sexy drawl that made your hormones stir. Helen was a bit softer and fuller of figure and weighed about 130 lbs.
