We usually didn't take music jobs on nights before school days, but weddings paid well and the groom was the son of one of dad's old friends. Thus, I was really beat when I had to get up for school after spending the early morning hours with Karen. I knew this would be a long day as the anticipation of what was to happen later this afternoon started to build in my tired brain. Last night had been the first time Karen and I had any type of sexual contact after being best friends for years. I was traveling at light speed in my head but I just knew that the day would move like cold molasses.
After a quick shower and a bowl of hot oatmeal, I felt almost human and I headed out the door for my old Ford and the short drive to school. I climbed in under the wheel and turned the key as the smell of sex invaded me. I turned and looked down at the back seat and I could see the large, wet spot on the seat where Karen had flooded her female juices all over us. I felt a stirring in my pants. "Not now," I thought to myself, "we've got all day!"
I really liked school, but today would be a drag. I was hot and I was, of coarse, preoccupied with Karen. This I did not understand because I have been getting laid regularly since the band had started playing at the school dances. Not that I'm any kind of Casanova, I've just been lucky because I play guitar so well. Seems the "groupies" always go for the lead player. Karen had just been in a mood last night and now I was curious to see where this would go. She had turned up the heat last night, and I was still burning.
I had three classes before lunch, and two in the afternoon. Last period was English Class, with Ms. Stone. Now I'll tell you more about her later, but let me just mention that she is a fox. "Marie Baby," as the boys call her outside of hearing, always looks fine. She dresses like a queen and reeks of sensuality. I'd say she was forty, married, and made us all hope she hated her husband and wanted to fuck all of us before the end of the school year. I sat in the front row today, close to the door so, I could get out as soon as class was over, and hopefully beat the crowd in the hallway after class. Ms. Stone was wearing a shorter skirt the usual today, with smoky black hose, with the seams up the back, and a sheer blouse that left her black lacy bra clearly visible. I really didn't need any more encouragement than I already had, but she was turning me on, and it showed. As she sat on the corner of her desk, directly in front of me, her skirt rode up just high enough to show me the lace tops of her hose and just a brief glimpse of her sheer black panties. Instant Hard-On Time. I saw the corners of her beautiful mouth twitch up just enough to produce a smile when she looked down below the top of my desk, and saw the lump in my pants. I wanted to die, but the bell rang and I bolted for the door and was in the parking lot in record time.
The hard-on stayed with me all the way home and I went straight to my room to relax a little before Karen got home. I had to simmer down, so I took a shower and changed into some shorts and a sport shirt. I wanted to look my best for Karen. Karen always dressed nice, but not really sexy. She had perky little tits, a tight butt, great complexion, but had a plain face like the girl next door should have. But, she had made me really horny last night and now I wanted to fuck her more than any other girl I had ever met. Until yesterday this thought had not crossed my mind.
My room is in the basement of the house, where I had taken over the entire downstairs for a studio to practice music in with the band and alone. My dad had helped to make the floors as sound proof as possible and this was my sanctum sanctorum. A door open outside and up a couple of steps to where I parked my car, and just beyond that was the house where Karen lived with her mother Helen. I was playing softly on the guitar when Karen stuck her head in the door and said, "Give me a few minutes to change and then come on over. I want your young body!" The hard-on came back. I could feel my breath quicken. "Sure thing, Hon. I'll be there with bells on." I was hot.
