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Thank you for the interest in my stories.
As requested here's another story about My Girls.
If you'd read other stories about My Girls, skip the intro and go straight to the story. While the following story can stand alone, you might enjoy it more if you read My Girl-Tina first.
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Intro
I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved.
I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you.
I've had the chance to meet some amazing women in my life. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. The stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events.
Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember...
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My Girls Tina & Janice
It was parents' night at school when I ran into Tina and Janice hanging out together. I was the only single dad in a sea of single moms. It's an enviable position to be in. Women are drawn to a single dad far more than I ever imagined they would be. But I wasn't complaining. I was enjoying the attention. Tina and Janice gave me a lot of attention that night, working hard to keep the others at bay by monopolizing my time.
Tina weighed 85 lbs and was 4'10" tall. She was so small and innocent looking when we first met I thought she was a kid. Short dark hair framed her delicate features and big dark eyes. Her figure was tight with firm little breasts that were perfect for her frame. Janice was another story altogether. She was a classic straight haired blonde, blue-eyed surfer type from the sixties. All the lush curves to fill out a bikini were there on her 5' 8" frame. Her full breasts jiggled provocatively as she danced to a beat only she could hear.
We decided to go out for a drink together and the girls hopped in my car with me. At the time I was driving a roadster, so Tina sat in Janice's lap. I wasn't sure but I thought they were feeling each other up a couple of times as I drove. The bar was quiet so we got a booth in the back. Before we could get a round of drinks, the guys in the band asked me to come up and sing. They were a great band so it was a big deal to be asked up to join them. But they knew me well. I'd played with them for a week when their singer was on his honeymoon and for two weeks when their guitar player was recovering from an injury. (An injury makes it sound like an accident. It wasn't an accident. It was a fight. It was unreal. It is true though...I saw the police reports. If you want to hear about it, read the next paragraph. If you don't, then skip ahead.)
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When I sat in on guitar, it was also an audition for a permanent gig. No one was sure if Mike, the guitarist, was going to be able to play again. Mike was in a fight with a girl's husband who came home and caught them in bed together. Not surprisingly the guy was pissed. He was so pissed that he went after the Mike with a baseball bat. That was a mistake. Mike was a big guy and the husband wasn't. So the Mike took the baseball bat away from him pretty easily, but in the scuffle for it, the husband bit two fingers off of Mike's right hand. That was an even bigger mistake. When he did Mike LOST HIS MIND and beat the guy with the bat before he shoved it up the guy's ass. When I heard the story I didn't believe it. But I was curious enough to ask a question that sealed our friendship forever. I asked Mike, "Which end?"
Now back to our story, already in progress.
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Tina and Janice got a round of drinks while I sang a few tunes. They even danced together during one of them. Since it was a quiet night I asked the guys if I could play a song I'd written for my son. They knew the tune and liked it so they said yes. They joined in to fill it out and it really sounded great. They were good. And the song is a tearjerker. When we finished it, they took a break and the girls both came over to hug me. The tune is a love song, maybe the best one I've ever written. But it's not the typical love song because it's not for a girl. I wrote it about how much I love my son and how much I love being a single dad. While most guys don't get it, the single moms out there love it. It's no big surprise that Tina and Janice weren't the only single moms there that night.
The three of us piled into our booth and I finally got to have a drink. The girls were on each side of me and doing their best to make sure I knew how horny they were. Tina was the most obvious of course, because she not only didn't care who saw her, she liked to be watched. A couple of the guys in the band came by to say hello, but they knew what was up and left us alone. The club owner sent over a round of drinks on the house. Then after that the waitresses sent over another. I was trying to figure out how long we'd stay before we got out of there when the band got back on stage. The girls jumped up and headed for the dance floor and I headed for the men's room.
As I came out of the men's room and started down the hall to the bar, a very pretty girl approached me and asked if I had a minute. I said, "Sure. What can I do for you?"
