Community College

That walk back was one confusing mind fuck for me. I mean, the chemistry between us was out of this world, but the hatred burned far too bright, I would have my revenge. It's just that I was no longer in a hurry to get it, and if I happened to gather more damning evidence while my dick was buried in that woman's platinum-grade pussy, then so be it.

I also needed to branch out, maybe play the RoadHouse for some younger groupies, try sex with non-cougars, just to see if I could make them pass out; hell, it was almost a scientific requirement at this point. Age categories could be eighteen to twenty, then twenty-five, thirty, forty; hell, I'd go to fifty and beyond if she was hot enough. Oh, I was all about the science, and I needed to know it wasn't just this bitch's magic, magnetic pussy that could make me feel like that; I was sure it was the mixture of hatred and taboo that did it. Because without a doubt, she was the winner; for blowjobs and sex, she was the outright victor, and I hated her all the more for it!

I slipped into the house unnoticed and packed a bag with clothes and one with the laptops. I left the old acoustic guitar along with the rest of my things to give it a lived-in look. I grabbed my two grand of cash stashed in the old shed, keeping it separate from the fifteen I'd just earned and headed into town. It was past five, so I would need to find somewhere safe for my money until the morning. The plan was to pay for a week at the motel and then look for somewhere to stay longer term as soon as possible.

As I wandered to the edge of town, my new phone rang, and the little pixie had set her ringtone as sexy thang! Confused as I was, I still burst out laughing.

"What, you little pixie shit, when did you set that as your ringtone?" I asked, mock anger failing, as she was in a fit of giggles on the other end, all five feet of her, and that image had me cracking up.

"You're supposed to come over," she said, sounding unusually whiney for her.

"Oh, are you cancelling on me for a hot date?" I asked, teasing her a little bit for a change.

"No, I'm bored; come over now and we can eat early," she replied, seemingly without a care in the world.

"I have to book into the motel first, then I'll be over for sure," I answered, as I would happily spend time with the hot little weirdo; we were on the same wavelength after all.

" What? Where are you now?" She asked, trying and failing to sound serious all of a sudden.

I told her, and she beat me to the motel, ushering me into her extremely nice, blue BMW XM. Wait, did all my friends have amazing cars? Wait, when did they become my friends?

"Now listen to the proposal as a whole before saying no, okay?" She said, sounding surprisingly like a car salesman yet showing an extreme vulnerability.

"Fire away, pipsqueak," I replied, laughing at her attempt at a scowl.

"Live with me; no, listen, I have two spare rooms and a pool house. The pool house has a bed along with an open space, toilet, and shower," she fired off quickly as if trying to beat me to my inevitable answer of no.

"You could come and go as you please without disturbing me, and I'd really appreciate the company." She whispered the last part, but I felt like it was important.

"No funny business; you know I don't fuck my friends," I said, semi-seriously, she was so hot, and pixies were a kink I was finding I had an interest in.

"No, I know, I just tease you, but that includes Kat, Tash, and Amy, right?" she asked. "I might get jealous if it were them."

"I'm broken; honestly, I will never have someone real, princess," I replied, sounding whiny even to me.

"No, casual would be okay," she whispered. "Wait, would you consider it?"

"I was checking into the motel for a week while looking for a cheap place to live," I replied honestly, "so if your folks don't kick me out, then yeah, depending on the rent."

"Rent would be help; you'd have to help me with my music like you did Tash, would that be okay?" She asked quietly, "I know I'm not as good as her, but maybe with your help I could at least be better than I am now."

"Seriously? You do know I would help you for free anyway, right?" I joked, smiling as she blushed.

"No, it's officially rent!" She said, and she was as happy as I'd ever seen her, then she drove us home.

It was an amazing space; there was a downstairs area with a big old tan leather couch, the lived-in comfortable kind, not the kind that looks amazing but is about as comfortable as a board on the floor. There were also two comfy armchairs, a shower, and a toilet. Upstairs was even bigger, with a big, comfortable-looking queen-sized bed in a room that had a fireplace, oh hell yes.

I turned around beaming, and she hugged me. As she helped me bring my bags out of the SUV, she gave me the lock passes and the professional-speed Wi-Fi password. There was even a big TV over the bed as well as the one downstairs.

"If you are sure, then I'm over the moon, Nat." I was deadly serious; this place was awesome.

"No, nope, we act the same; I like you teasing me, and I lurve teasing you, so much," she replied, winking sweetly.

"Even if your folks kick me out, pixie princess, I'm forever grateful. You know I know shit about the drums, though, right?" I laughed as she faked heartbreak at the news.

"I play the guitar, drums, and piano," she answered quietly. "I only play the drums, because the band needed a drummer."

"Damn, this will be so much fun," I said. "Oh, by the way, I have an exclusive scoop for my landlady."

"As is the way, as it should be!" She answered she was such a geek; maybe that's why we got along so well. It wasn't awkward with her, even though she was as hot as any girl I'd ever met.

"I need to head to the record shop; I am now performing tomorrow, at the pageant," I announced, smiling as she flipped out.

"It's been put back to Sunday," she whispered. I could see her little brain working.

"Hey, that gives me and you an extra day to practise," I winked at her, smiling.

"You don't need to practise," she whispered, knowing full well what I meant.

"No, but my roommate might," I whispered back, and she squeaked at me.

"I think you owe me a song while I cook," she whispered, smiling impishly as she passed me a decent acoustic guitar and started cooking a big stir fry that had me salivating.

I strummed the intro to 4 am by Daughtry, but felt no need to close my eyes with only her there...

"Yesterdays gone and Tomorrow's come way too fast You were my first love California, my last Now I'm wide awake Thinking of you with every breath I take..."

"Oh my god, I love that song. How am I supposed to cook with you playing that?" She squealed and laughed as she joined in on the chorus quietly, and it was wonderful.

"Un Autre," she whispered, mischievously. (another)

"Très bien Mademoiselle," I replied, and she squeaked happily as I sang Hallelujah. (Very well miss)

"Le dernier," she whispered again, smiling as she cooked. It smelled amazing, and it was the only reason she was getting so many songs. Well, that and I was totally enjoying myself. (last one)

"Le dernier," I replied, agreeing. Her reaction was once again fantastic; she should be cherished, not hidden away, like a frightened little mouse. Her change in the short time I'd known her was outstanding, and I knew I'd kill to protect this girl.

I strummed the guitar intro for Maybe, and she just stopped dead, eyes wide, as she watched me as the words flowed out,

Maybe it's time to let the old ways die, Maybe it's time to let the old ways die, It takes a lot to change a man, Hell it takes a lot to try, Maybe it's time to let the old ways die,...

"Oh my fucking God! Kat will scream; we love that song so much!" She gushed happily as she dished up an amazing, tasty, healthy dish of chicken and vegetable stir-fry.

She must have done enough for four people, and while she ate one generous serving, she piled at least three people's food on my plate, leaving me with a very happy, content smile.

We ate in silence, and then I did the dishes as she nipped off somewhere, only to return to a clean kitchen.

"Seriously? If you do even half the dishes, I will happily cook you anything; I do love cooking but hate the dishes, and no one ever offers," she babbled, smiling so happily I was beside myself.

"I will happily clean everything if you cook, squirt," I answered, as she squeaked happily again.

"Deal, we are roomies made in heaven!" She shouted theatrically, holding her hand up high in the air. Then she peaked to see if I was making fun of her, but I picked her up, holding her aloft.

"Never a truer word was spoken than here tonight," I replied loudly, in an equally theatrical voice.

"We should go tell the bitch teacher, but no fucking her on your first night in your new home," she added, quietly and I laughed.

"She is a bitch; how about we make her squirm another night? Oh, we could text Lucy, and she could let her know. How casual is that?" I replied, as we broke into fits of laughter, Well, hers were giggles, cute giggles at that.

"Right, when do you want to practise, miss? Or do you not want to bother?" I asked casually, but another squeak suggested it was now, and she led me into a pretty serious music room.

"Wow, Squeak, this place is amazing," I said, wandering around. There was a full drum kit and an amazing-looking piano with two acoustic and three electric guitars. "Fuck me sideways, this is amazing!" I said again, wide-eyed

"You said that already, Abs," she replied, scowling as I ignored her new attempt at a nickname. I liked Squeak, and she could call me what she liked in return.

I cued up a song after hearing her sing timidly on the piano, and as we listened, her eyes went wide.

"I couldn't," she said quietly, but her eyes suggested otherwise.

"Ok, you think about it, and I will play one quick song on this beautiful guitar," I replied, as she laughed, nodding along, but her eyes were away thinking of the song, and I knew she wanted to try it.

I started strumming the intro to Breathe by Pearl Jam, and then the words started to flow, and once again she stopped and started recording it.

"Yes I understand that every life must end, aw huh..... As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh.... I'm a lucky man to count on both hands The ones I love..."

She sat there clapping with glistening eyes this time, as I smiled back at her.

"How do you make it all sound so easy? Every song is perfect, but you seem happy and relaxed, almost as if you don't even try," she whispered, and I moved in to hug her.

"It's for me; music was my only friend growing up, and now we play together. I don't tell it what to do; it just does it," I whispered. "My soul sings to me; I think it's like a friend holds me while we sing together."

"I also think that song was made for you," I whispered, and her eyes lit up. She led me to her electric Fender and plugged it in for me, meaning I was on guitar for the bossy little starlet.

Then she sat at the piano, and I whispered, "It's for you, only you; forget about everyone else." She started playing and singing Pink, Love Me Anyway, It was a big song for a little pixie, but I was sure she had the pipes.

I only had backing vocals and some electric backing guitar, but as soon as I sang under her, her confidence soared, and I smiled, encouraging her. She grew into herself during that song; she was amazing as we harmonised.

She squeaked and then squawked as she realised she was doing it, but was hugging me anyway, as I held her; her eyes were huge as I put her down and replayed it over her sound system.

Amy walked in just then with Kat; they both stopped and stared at us because she had begun to cry.

"She likes the song," I explained, motioning to the speakers.

"So do I. Whoever that is, is amazing, and I will be having a copy of it, little miss," Amy stated, coming over to hug Natalie, who had what I hoped were a few happy tears.

"If this is your doing, I will hurt you, J," Amy warned me, but Kat stood staring at the speakers and the guitar next to me in sequence.

"What?" Amy asked, still holding Nat.

"No fucking way!" Kat responded, quietly, stunned.

"What? Someone tell me," Amy whined, as Natalie and I just smiled.

Then her eyes opened wide. "No fucking way, you asshole! And you sneaky little diva!" she screeched, picking Nat up now. Nat was nodding her head furiously, as Kat raced in, and they were hugging, crying, and laughing all at the same time.

Yeah, nope, not for me. I was off, and I nearly made it to the door too, before a tiny Nat flew at me, and she hugged me again. She really appreciated the song.

"How come you helped her?" Amy asked, only half-joking, as Kat looked on, interested.

"She's a great cook!" I replied, laughing honestly.

"Oh shit, you cheat! You fed the monster!" She laughed, as Nat still would not let me go.

"Yeah, Squeak totally cheated; it was a gorgeous stir-fry, and she gave me three people's worth of food," I replied happily.

"Shit, no fair!" Kat said, pouting, so maybe she couldn't cook.

"I'm also his landlady." Natalie squeaked happily, though I felt as if I was getting the best out of the deal.

"So..." Amy not so subtly hinted at asking without asking, what I would have her sing,

"Honestly? It would seem so tame to you," I replied, hedging my bets here. As Amy was set in her look, sound, and ways, I did not want to mess with that, so I shook my head and headed to my new space, ironically to give them their space.

I had downloaded all of the footage of the epic ass fucking to the cloud and locked it all up tighter than a priest's browsing history. When a knock came on the downstairs door, I shut it all down.

"Hey," I said, as I went downstairs to find Amy waiting patiently outside.

"Hi, how is the move coming along?" She asked sarcastically.

'Now now, I thought I was hiding out in the motel for a week while looking for a place until your tiny friend took pity on me," I replied, laughing. "I'm not taking advantage of her if that's the talk you're here to deliver."

"What, I can't just come by to see my bestie?" she asked, feigning injury at my comment.

"Well, it's hard to tell; most of the time you're a bitch, and the rest of the time you are terrified of me," I replied, not joking.

"Okay, that was Harsh!" She said seriously, "How do I go about getting a do-over? Er, a mulligan, as the golfers say."

"You honestly don't need one," I replied quietly. "I like you well enough; I prefer the bitchy spikey, side of you, to the quiet submissive one."

"Hush your mouth!" she shouted in outrage. "There is and never has been, a submissive me." We both laughed at that, hopefully marking the end of the awkward stage.

"So it's the song choice you are after." I smiled at her wince as if I had caught her in this great lie: "There isn't much to it; I just think you have your set ideas about who you are, and I don't want to mess with that."

"But I would like to know though, your input matters to me," she answered. Fair enough, fuck it, lady.

"Ok, here or in the music room; if it's in there, we go straight in; I'll play the intro, you sing, maybe Kat tapes it; I mean, I will be playing but not singing, so the jury's out," I said, trying to add a bit of humour as this was way too serious all of a sudden.

"Music room," she mumbled, and she bounced away to get the others, and boy did she bounce, stirring my sleeping giant.

When they were all set, I played the intro to Midnight Sky by Miley Cyrus to open mouths and no singing, so I redid it, and she stood there and sang very timidly. I stopped and bumped her with my shoulder.

"You asked, no begged for this; give it a real shot, whether you want to or not," I said quietly but firmly, and restarted it as she gave it a try, all the while Nat was smiling so brightly, as if she knew something that they didn't.

I stood back and passed the guitar to Kat in a go-again motion, but I clapped my hands, stopping them, and walked towards the door.

"Wait, I am trying," Amy whined, squirming uncomfortably.

"You're not though, are you? Now one last go and Kat play," I said, waking her up as I saw her eyes accept the challenge. "To the spectator amongst us, there are drums in this, you know." The pixie hopped onto her kit; the band was in the house.

This time I stood in front of them and directed them with hand movements that felt right and got progressively more erratic as the song progressed. I had no clue what I was doing except that it felt right.

I don't know how she knew what I meant, but she did. She went gruffer, higher, and louder all on finger signals alone. They all did, and I finally got the performance out of her I thought she had. When we played it back it was fucking Amazing! They were floored that it was even them, it was like seeing me react the exact same way, and I found I really enjoyed it.

They did it again; Amy got better and better; her voice grew into it, She'd always had it, but she just hadn't let it out, and now there was no shutting her up! But when she was screaming that 'you know" with a gruff growling texture, it was all worth it.

"Your turn," was her shout, as I tried to sneak away.

It was late, and I would have to settle for circuits, but there was plenty of room in my pool house.

"Fine just this one, then it's exercise and bed for me ok?" I replied, grabbing a spare electric guitar Kat had just plugged in for me.

"See if you can guess it, try and keep up, Oh and remember, it's ok to screw it up, as long as you're trying and having fun!" I told them with a manic smile, that seemed infectious.

I hit the intro hard, into Black Eyes, and I mean hard, as their eyes went wide and then shone with excitement, they all loved that film,

"Black eyes open wide It's time to testify There's no room for life And everyone's waiting for you....."

It was a good job that the room was soundproofed, as my guitar screamed, Kat accompanied me well and the drummer rocked it! Amy stood back in both shock and awe, recording for Kat as the guitar protested, but it had a job to do and my fingers flew, I sang the shit out of that, Rockstar style!

It was pure self-indulgence, but we had a blast. I passed the guitar to Amy, mouthing Hailstorm all I wanna do, and set the mobile on a tripod recording as I left them lost in their music.

I'd changed my mind after that song had hyped me up and switched to the wetsuit, diving into the dark ocean at night, not in angst, but in joy for once, searching for fun with a smile on my face, even though it was fucking freezing!

The next morning after a quiet solitary breakfast, I was browsing Larry's guitars as something was telling me I wasn't getting mine back, Elise had looked panicked when she saw me, so I wouldn't be seeing her any time soon. There were a few nice ones but I had been seriously spoiled lately, I had just banked sixteen grand adding to my total, taking me up to twenty-two grand. For me, that was a fortune but I wasn't willing to waste it all on a hobby.

"What happened to yours, son?" Larry asked quietly, curious eyes watching me.

"I may have left it somewhere I shouldn't have," I admitted somberly, and his wise old eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Well, it's the tool of your trade, so you will need another, but don't rush, Look at them all and travel to a few different shops, one will speak to you," he replied wisely, even if he was laughing, sharing his years of wisdom, I was sure the wise old bastard had already figured it out.

I was walking around in a bit of a huff, meaning I almost bumped into my music teacher Helen, the stunning, one-time object of my pure innocent puppy love, not so long ago.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I said, as I looked into her startled, beautiful face.