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The story of Our Dirty Kissable Lips. Marion's story is so tightly twisted with the story of the band I thought it best to share the stories of the other members. This is Jasmine the dancing bass player's story. I play in the greatest rock n roll band in the world (my opinion only) and my name is Jasmine. I grew up in Lawrence Kansas a small city in that exists principally for the University Yeah University towns can be lots of fun and this one is no different. It has a very diverse blend of human beings drawn from every predisposition known to mankind, except maybe surfers...not a lot of surf in Kansas. I had a typical childhood, nothing exceptional school, friends, family completely normal...except I didn't feel normal. I was fortunate to be blessed with physical beauty and I don't hide from that. I'm a tiny girl often compared with elf's or pixies. I have often used my beauty to get whatever I wanted. I wound boys around my finger so easily it hurt. It was the girls I struggled with. I was never able to form really strong friendships I blamed envy and jealousy because of my good looks, but the reality is I was a bit of a bitch. It took me many years to figure that out. Girls hated that when I was around, I got all the attention and of course I played up to that basking in the adulation. It only became a problem because I don't like boys, I didn't know it for real at the time but boys, as much as they were prepared to crawl over broken glass to just be near me didn't do a damn thing for me. I used them, I was the biggest cock tease around and funnily enough I never even touched one, well not until a certain Mimi came into my life. I liked girls, I liked being a girl I liked talking to girls being around girls and yet they hated me. All the girls I liked hated me because of boys. Boys were ruining my life. The one constant in life was daddy, he was always there for me and always made things better, mom and I had a fractious relationship I think she believed some of the rumors that vengeful girls spread about me being a slut and I guess I fueled some of that with my cock teasing behavior. When mom got diagnosed with terminal cancer daddy fell into a real slump, he started drinking heavily and by the time mom had passed he was a broken man. He lost his business and we were about to be made homeless. He really loved my mom, he doted on her and without her influence he was a lost a ship becalmed in an ocean of melancholy, rudderless. I guess it shouldn?t have come as a surprise when he was found dead in his car in the garage. Suicide seems like the chickens way out and it hurt me that he abandoned me because he couldn?t deal with mom?s death. It left me with no home and no money. I ended up at my Aunts place, although she couldn?t afford to have me staying there as well. Dad?s insurance money was my savior and I was old enough to look after myself. I escaped the legal system and found a small apartment in town. Mom?s death hit me pretty hard as well, I mean towards the end it was rough, the fact she believed all the rumors about me hurt. I guess she wasn?t herself, she had other things on her mind which I didn?t know about until close to the end. Mom was such a bright sparkly person when she was alive and when I was young we used to play games, go for walks and everything seemed so easy for her. I?m not sure how long she knew about the cancer but she kept it from me and it wasn?t until she was hospitalized that I knew how serious it was. I felt like a real bitch for making her life more difficult, it filled me with guilt and it really affected me. Filled with remorse and anger towards dad I fell back to my one remaining love, music. The one thing more than anything else I need to thank my mom for was her love of music and from an early age we often sat together listening to her favorite records. She had eclectic tastes that?s for sure and it was her love for it that drove my passion. Her passion became mine. When I was about ten mom signed me up for piano lessons which I despised but the piano teacher also taught the cello which I loved. I know it sounds ridiculous but that big wieldy thing made the most awesome noise and I loved it. Mom didn?t care which instrument I played so she was happy for me to switch and she came to every performance and recital. She encouraged me to take music as my major at University. Studying music was horrible. I hated the rigidity, the forced nature of it. Studying the cello, of course that meant the classics. I mean I do love classical music, what I hated was the uniformity. There was no adlibbing it had to be note for note perfect. I loved music to be rawer and real, I liked it to flow. I was never going to make it, I knew it and my tutors knew it. My cello teacher did see talent and she tried and tried to get me to take it seriously but I just couldn?t. In the end I just cruised along I think the only reason I kept going as long as I did was the social element. With mom and dad gone and living alone I was lonely. There were other fallouts from my bitchy behavior, the boys started to shun me, when they realized I wasn?t putting out they left me alone and some cruel rumors about me being a lesbian started to filter around the school. At least that meant some of the girls started to take me seriously, now it was them chasing me not that they had a chance because I am no fucking lesbian, no god damned way. One day middle of winter, wet and rainy carrying bags of groceries back to my apartment and the bags got wet and I was struggling. My knight in shiny armor turned out to be the woman who lived across the hall from me. I had noticed her several times. She like me lived alone and although she was a few years older than me I did think she was pretty. Anyhow she saw me and took a couple of bags and we walked in together. As we waited for the elevator she said. "My name is Sharon, I think we?re neighbors?" I smiled weakly. "Yeah I?ve seen ya around, I live in 22." She smiled and it was a warm welcoming smile, a smile that makes you want to reach out. As we reached my apartment, I opened the door and she helped me put the bags on the bench. "Oh lord is that yours?" She asked staring at my cello sitting in the middle of the room. "Yeah I?m trying to learn to play it." She walked over and ran her hands over it. "Oh I love music and I love the cello." "Would you like something to drink?" I replied. "Coffee would be lovely thanks." I made some coffee and she walked around the apartment. "So you live alone then?" I nodded. "Yep, just me and my cello." She laughed. "A pretty girl like you must have boys climbing all over you." "Na I?m not really into boys." I saw her expression change quickly. "Oh I?m sorry I didn?t mean to offend." "It?s OK Sharon I just haven?t made my mind up about boys yet, still trying to figure out who I am." She nodded. "Phew I?m glad, I would hate to start off on the wrong foot." As I passed her the coffee she sat down on the only sofa and I was forced to sit beside her. "What about you Sharon, are you married?" She snickered. "No I?m afraid I am just like you, I?m not fond of men." Now it was my turn to be shocked. "Do you mean you prefer girls?" "Yes sweetheart that?s exactly what I mean, I am a lesbian." "Oh, I see, well do you have a partner?" "No sugar, I?m enjoying being me, my own person." "Are you out? Does everyone know?" She giggled. "Yes dear, I?m proud of it...no hiding in the closet for me." Intrigued I asked. "So how long have you well...you know known?" "I always knew, even from an early age but I found myself at college. I met a girl we fell in love and you know that was it." "What happened?" "Oh, you know we were both young and foolish trying to figure out life, she wanted to try other girls and I didn?t. When I caught her in bed with another girl well let?s just say we broke up." Things sort of went quiet until she asked about myself. For some reason I couldn?t hold back, my whole life story came flooding out as did the tears, soon I was in her arms as she rocked me. "There now baby, shush just take a breath." She cooed as she rocked me in her arms my head trapped against her breasts. It felt so wonderful to be in somebodies? arms, somebody whose breasts were so soft and so hot. My cheeks were wet as was her dress as my tears saturated it. By the time I was calm she cuddled me closer and when I looked up into her eyes her mouth was on mine, oh god she was kissing me, her juicy velvety lips were crushed on mine and it felt great, so soft, not hard and uncomfortable like the boys who tried to force me to kiss them. This was different, soft, slow, sensuous and when her tongue snuck into my mouth I didn?t fight, there was no resistance. It felt right her tongue, enquiring, searching and my tongue curling around hers, not so much a dance as an embrace. Her breasts pushed against mine and the thin wet T-shirt I was wearing did nothing to hide my excitement, I felt the flush, my nipples hard and erect rubbing against her. When her hand closed over my boob I sighed, moaning into her mouth. This was the closest I had ever come to any sexual contact and when her hand mauled my boob, I pressed it into her hand luxuriating I the sexual energy, the tingling electric shock, god it felt so hot I thought I was going to faint. Not knowing what to do I raised up my hand and did what she was doing to me. Her boobs were enormous compared to mine they filled my hands as I squeezed and kneaded the juicy flesh. She broke our kiss and her mouth slid down my face, little kisses left in her wake, down onto my shoulder and then my chest as she pushed aside the flimsy T-shirt and then my little bra and her mouth kissed and nuzzled my panting boobs sucking at the flesh as she pushed up from the bottom squeezing the little orbs out of the bra and into her suckling mouth. I jumped at the heat, the intensity as she sucked and bit my nipple. Oh god it felt so damn good, but I?m not a lesbian I said inside my head. Sharon seemed to pick up on my hesitancy, her sucking turned to little kisses and she gazed up at me. "Are you alright Jasmine?" "Sharon, I?m not a lesbian, I have never been with a girl." "But you said you don?t like boys?" "Yeah well I don?t like anybody really but I?m not gay." Her hand which still caressed my breasts shifted gently pinching my nipple. "Jasmine stop worrying about labels, the lips can lie but the nipples always tell the truth just tell me are you enjoying this?" I couldn?t lie my body would have betrayed me anyway. "Yes, I like it but...I don?t know...I don?t understand." Her head rose back to mine and our kiss reignited. "Sweetheart have you had sex before with anybody?" Shaking my head, I whispered, "No, never, I kissed a few boys but that?s it." "Jasmine I like you, I?m attracted to you, and right now I want you more than anything." Her lips fell back on mine and her hands continued to cares and rub my boobs mashing them hard against the palms of her hands as she twisted and massaged them. The real shock came when her hand slid up my inner leg resting over my pussy, my skintight jeans my only protection. "Oh god," I squealed. "Oh my god, Sharon." "Shush baby, relax, if you don?t like what I?m doing just say stop OK?" Her lips went back to our kiss and her tongue rubbed my tongue just like her hand rubbed my pussy. I couldn?t help it my legs parted and she took that as the invitation she was hoping for. Her hand now rubbed hard crushing the cotton against my swollen lips, I could feel a tingle, a slight tremble deep in my tummy as she rubbed harder and harder and I jerked my hips against her frantic rubbing. Her other hand went back to freeing my boobs and I helped her raised it up over my head. As the shirt sailed away onto the floor she gazed into my eyes as her hands trailed all over my face, light gentle caresses stoking my flesh. "You?re a beautiful girl Jasmine, a sexy gorgeous delicious flower." Her hand rubbed harder and I knew the feeling the rushed up my body, I felt the rash, the red glowing blush as my body could no longer hide how I felt. I was on fire and my hips jerked and thrust against her rubbing hand, I was going to cum, oh my god I was going to come. My head spun I felt lightheaded and I panted wantonly into her mouth as she kissed me, that kiss, that damned kiss, her soft sexy lips...oh god I was going to cum with another person...oh fuck... a woman, a woman was going to make me cum. Before I could say stop, or no or anything I came in a hip jerking imitation of an epileptic fit I came like never before. I cried, my face wet with tears as my body went into an uncontrollable spasm. Afterwards she held me tight cradling me in her arms and I cried. "Sharon I don?t know what to do." She smiled. "It?s OK baby I?ll teach you, I will show you everything." She let me go and I sat there in my bra and my sodden jeans. She stood up. "Tell you what sweetheart, I am going over to my place and cook us dinner, come over in about half an hour and it will be ready." She gave me a last kiss before scurrying out the door. After she left, I slumped back against the sofa, was that it? Am I a lesbian? Is that why I am so confused? I realized as well that the reason she left was for me to make a decision, if I went over there, I knew exactly what was going to happen. If I stayed here, I am safe. I poured a cold glass of water and tried to collect my thoughts. I did have a choice, I could do whatever I wanted, she had no control over me, but that kiss, oh god that kiss, wet juicy succulent arousing and so fucking sensuous. I came to a realization, I liked it, I did I loved that kiss. I paced around the apartment throwing up stupid reasons why I shouldn?t go but it didn?t stop me from diving into my wardrobe searching for something to wear. The bedroom looked more like a ransacked thrift shop by the time I found something. I mean it?s hard...what do you wear for a date with a woman? In the end I went with a little frilly skirt and a favorite old black T- shirt. Feeling brave and dirty I went braless and all I wore for panties was a tiny little thong. Dressed and ready I reached for the door knob twenty times each time letting it go as if it was scalding hot. I wanted to go but at the back of my mind I kept saying, ?do you really want to be a lesbian?? In the end I just grabbed it flinging it open and striding powerfully towards my fate. Knocking lightly on the door I was shocked when she pulled open the door looking like she was going out on a date. Her makeup looked exquisite, her sexy little cocktail dress hid almost nothing and her hair which was quite long was now swept up into a bun. She smiled seeing me and reached out her hand and led me into her sticky den. The door closed behind us with a resounding thud and I felt like I had just sprung a trap. The place was a mirror image of mine although her place was stylishly furnished and looked chic. She walked into the kitchen to carry on her preparation and she poured out two glasses of wine handing me one. "You do drink, don?t you?" I nodded with a certainty I didn?t feel. I had tried beer at a party but I had never really had much to drink. My parents weren?t drinkers and I was still figuring out who I was. We sipped our wines which was lovely, bitter yet sweet. We talked, unlike earlier she talked about her job as manageress in a small clothing store, ?Georgie?s? in the mall. She was right into fashion that was obvious. There was some soft middle of the road music wafting from an expensive sound system in the living area. She poured us fresh glasses and escorted me towards the sofa. We sat together and the talk dried up a silence slipping over us. I finished my second glass quickly and as I placed the glass on the coffee table, she when I settled back her arm was now running along the back of the sofa. When I settled back her arm dropped across my shoulders and she pulled me into a kiss. It happened in slow motion, or at least that?s the way it felt our faces slowly getting closer and closer, her lips pursed ready for the kiss, her bright red lipstick looked sexy and my mouth opened to receive her kiss. Soft...god it was so soft...slowly her lips grazed mine, each time I pushed forward trying to seal the kiss she moved back, her tongue sliding across her lips licking mine. God I wanted that kiss....i wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted. I let my tongue slide out and gently touch hers and as they touched, I felt a little shock, a tingle, a spark and she pulled me in tight and our kiss became real. Yee gods yes the feel of her sticky lipstick covered lips sliding against my own...the cherry flavored lipstick adding a weird sense of lollypop ice-cream. We sank into the kiss our mouths crushed together, our bodies pressed tightly together, my nipples, god they felt like granite pebbles, I had never been so aroused in my life. This wasn?t a kiss, it was sex. Her hand slipped glacially slow up my leg until her fingers grazed my pussy. I wanted her to grab it like she did earlier but she was on a go slow, her hand squeezing and caressing my thighs, up and down gliding, caressing, squeezing, kneading my pliant flesh. My legs hung wide open inviting her in, my arms tightly wrapped around her head holding us close together, hoping on hope the kiss would never end. A bing bon from the oven startled us both and she sat back. "I better get the food." I wanted to say fuck the food come back and kiss me but my mouth was dry. She got up and went into the kitchen. I sat there feeling more vulnerable than I could ever remember. She came back in after a few minutes and topped up my glass. She went back and I thought I should offer to help. Sipping my wine, I asked if I could help but she waved me over to the table. "Sit there and look pretty, dinner will only be a few minutes. She served the food which was delicious and we ate easily, she asked about my music tastes and what I planned to do. I explained I was just figuring out what the future had in store for me. I wanted to play in a band, not an orchestra, a band...a rock?n roll band. She laughed. "Well you would certainly be the sexiest cello player." I laughed. "I?m studying bass as well, I want to be like Suzi Quatro, or Kristen Pfaff of hole or even the sexy D'arcy Elizabeth Wretzky-Brown. Maybe even Sean Yseult who played in White Zombie for a while, I love her look." She nodded. "I?m sure you will be incredible, whichever way you go, but I can definitely see you being Suzi." We finished our meal and another couple of glasses of wine and I don?t know about her but I was drunk. When we went back into sit on the sofa it was me who jumped her. I threw my arms around her and our mouths crashed together in a spicy kiss. This time when her hand went up under my little skirt there was no delay. She went directly to my pussy, her hand cupping my mound and her finger sliding straight in unobstructed, that bloody thong offering no protection at all. I wanted to cry out but my mouth was busy fight hers for control our tongues dueling like rapiers. My hand rested on her boobs as her finger diddled my pussy. First it was just one finger then another and the wet sticky sounds of my squishy hole giving up under her attack made me tremble. It happened so fast I couldn?t believe she was going to make me cum again right there on the sofa but my hips jerked wildly as she plunged her fingers in and out roughly fucking me and I knew I was so close to another cum I grabbed her squeezing as hard as I could and the orgasm exploded within me so strongly I thought I might faint. Breathing was almost impossible. I had never experienced anything like it, All I could do is hang on. As my body stopped trembling, she hugged me and whispered. "I think we should take this to the bedroom, would you like that?" "Yeah." It came out as a whimper. She stood quickly and led me to the bedroom and her giant bed looked imposing. She stripped me while I just stood there. As soon as she had me naked, she stripped herself realizing I was too stunned to move. God she looked so beautiful in her lingerie but she stripped bare and so we were on the bed....oh my god I freaked out, I?m in bed with a woman... She took control quickly running her hands all over my body caressing and fondling, stroking rubbing massaging lightly. My body was a piano and she played it well. As I lay on my back, she worked her mouth all over my body, sucking my breasts and nipples, sucking like a feeding baby. When she slipped down kissing her way past my belly button, I couldn?t help writhing around like a fish out of water. When her lips touched my pussy, I jumped that high I left the bed. Her arms curled around my legs holding tightly as she kissed and licked my twitching pussy lips. "Sharon....please....I?ve never...." She peeked up from her position, her eyes appearing from my pussy. "Relax baby, just enjoy stop worrying." The moment her tongue slithered into my pussy I sighed. "Oh god." Her tongue flicked in and out up and down around and around in a loving swirling attack on my privates. It started deep, right in the core of my being and my head pounded. My body trembled, my eyes fluttered and the feelings oh god it was like I was on fire, burning in passion. But it was just the start as her fingers soon replaced her tongue in my gooey depths greedily she sucked and nibbled on my fleshy lips, but then when her mouth closed over my clit and she sucked it deep into her mouth I exploded, my body shuddering, shaking crazily and I screamed, not a squeaky screech but a scream and it didn?t stop my hips seemed disconnected as they jerked and I tried to push her away my hands in her hair but she was immovable and the harder she sucked my fear turned to desire and I pulled her face against my squishy hole and she fucked me with her whole face. Afterwards we lay together and she kissed me lightly and the tears stopped allowing me to whimper. "I?m sorry." She chuckled. "Why....what?s to be sorry for?" "I didn?t....you know do anything for you." "In time when you?re ready, there?s no rush baby." I still felt guilty and lying there with her hot sexy body next to me I let my hands wander, I played with her big bouncy boobs, her pointy nipples and the big brown aureoles. Then as she shivered lower until I touched my very first pussy. It was sticky with her dewy secretions and she parted her legs allowing me to experiment. I didn?t know what to do I just stroked her labial lips, pinched them the way I liked, stroked her fleshy folds and then gently slipped my finger inside toying gently. "Oh you teasing fucking bitch." She giggled. "Don?t you like?" I blushed. "Like it I fucking love it you bitch, but don?t tease me, god I?m fucking horny." I plunged my finger in and began to fuck her not hard but with long slow gentle pushes. Her hips buck pressing back against my hand. "That?s it baby fuck me, fuck me hard." Her voice rasped croakily as I sped up and got harder more forceful. I lifted my hand to lick my fingers and the taste made me shiver, it was tangy and sweet, earthy, I thought it would be horrible but it was far from it. I made the decision and jumped between her quivering legs burying my head in her sweltering muff. I didn?t waste time I went straight for her open glistening hole and my tongues disappeared in one move. I fucked her, I licked her, I drank her juice I slavered all over her pussy and I delighted in the feel of her fleshy little nub as I sucked it furiously into my mouth. "Oh fuck you dirty little slut, fuck yes, lick it baby make me cum, make me cum on your face, in your mouth make me cum." her thighs which were now wrapped around my head and her fingers tugged painfully on my hair as she tried in vain to push more of my face into her hole. Her pussy sucked my fingers in as I fucked her, the walls clutching and gulping wildly as my hand plunged in and out her fat little clit now twice the size it was when I started. When she finally came it was as explosive as mine going on for ages. Sharon taught me well in the Sapphic arts, I learned to love the taste of pussy. She taught me well. I had other reasons for being grateful to Sharon she pushed me deeper into music. Up until then as much as I wanted to play in a band, I never worked up the courage to actually do it. Sharon introduced me to Damien a young guy she worked with. He played guitar in his own band and invited me to try out for the vacant bass player?s position. I arrived at their dingy little rehearsal room nervous and excited. They were a four piece Damien, Roger and the drummer Cindy...ah Cindy god she took my breath away, she was stunning. They helped me carry in my gear and set up, they gave me some song charts and I listened to their first song as they blasted into it. Jesus fucking Christ, thrash metal grungy punk. It was fucking loud and obnoxious. I tried to find bass lines to fit but nothing seemed to fit, well nothing I knew anyway. Damien called it to a stop and said. "Just focus on power chords or hit fat notes just keep time with Cindy." Cindy smiled at me, she was amazing, her drumming was so tribal and rhythmic, totally wasted on this lot. When Damien started playing again, I did as he asked and just sat on the notes plucking single strings in what I hoped was a sympathetic rhythm. Damien screamed loudly, "Yeah that?s it doll face pump it up." I tried to look interested or into it but it was shit. I wasn?t really interested. That night at home curled up in Sharon?s arms I confessed my dislike. She giggled. "Yes I wondered what they would be like all he ever talks about is heavy metal and stuff. Baby you want to be in a band, just use them as practice, at least you will learn about being in a band." That made sense, it didn?t seem fair to use them and lead them on but she was right I could learn. I watched videos and you tube clips and learned a little about playing metal. The real attraction was Cindy the only problem was she already had a girlfriend and seemed a little aloof, super cool. She always wore dark shades so it was impossible to see what she was thinking. It was the music where we connected. OK I didn?t like what we were playing but I loved forging that connection with her. She always seemed to second guess what I was going to play and she was always there on the one beat so tight. We jammed for a couple of months but in the end it wasn?t fair, they started talking about going out to play for real and I wasn?t feeling it, not one little bit so I pulled out. It was sad because I loved telling people I was in a band, it felt good...what I always wanted. With Sharon?s help I built up confidence to answer some ads in the university newspaper and on noticeboards. I auditioned for lots of quirky bands and we actually played some gigs which I adored. Standing on stage even to small crowds was exhilarating and really got my blood pumping, in short I loved it. Things seemed to converge for me, the first was Sharon, she was a very ambitious person and had moved to Lawrence to take the manager?s position. She had made such an impact she was being offered an even bigger role, but that meant a move to Kansas City. It was a sad time for both of us, she wasn?t just my first although that probably had a lot to do with it, I genuinely had feelings for her and I think her for me. The day the movers came I became a little depressed. I went down to my favorite music store to chill out and play some instruments, pretend I was buying something. The guy I usually talked to Bill wasn?t there and I ended up talking to Mel, we had bumped hips a few times in the store and she came onto me several times but I was already in a relationship with Sharon and sort of pushed her away. Not that I wasn?t interested just well you know when you meet somebody and it doesn?t matter how pretty they are you just don?t feel that way? Well Mel was like that for me, I liked her but I wasn?t attracted and it wasn?t because she wasn?t attractive, she was actually very beautiful and she had an aura of light, greatness or something about her. Anyway, on this day we talked, maybe because I was feeling sad and lonely, maybe she picked up on that but we ended up jamming together and there was an instant connection, her music, all her own songs were incredible and new and vibrant and I was in heaven. Our styles sort of meshed and I saw in her face she felt the same way. She loved it as well. That started us on a journey. We jammed solidly and her firmly stated mission resonated within me. She wanted to form a band, an all-girl band that was the best in the business. She wasn?t playing around she wanted to become something much bigger. We jammed almost every night for over a month and every night she brought along a new song, god she was prolific when it came to song writing. When we played, we connected on an emotional level I had never felt before, well except for Cindy...Cindy...god she would be perfect for us, I imagined those sensual tribal rhythm?s beating out behind us. My life seemed to be in turmoil, I dated lots of chicks trying to fill the void Sharon left but as much as I loved the sex, I missed the emotional connection. I learned a whole lot about sex though, holy shit I learned a lot. It all sort of happened coincidentally, I bumped into Cindy in the supermarket and we chatted. I asked if she was still playing in the band and she laughed. "Hell no, I couldn?t put up with the bullshit, after you left, they got this young kid, I swear he only knew one chord." Sensing an opening I asked. "Would you like to jam with Mel and me?" I explained what we were doing and what Mel?s ambitions were and she nodded. "Hell yeah, sign me up." A quick hug and a promise to meet tomorrow at the music store so I could do the introductions. Mel seemed interested, although it took her a few moments to wipe away the drool. Cindy did have that effect on people she was a stunning girl, sensationally beautiful. The first time we rehearsed it was sensational. Mel and I started playing and remembering these were all original songs and Cindy had never heard them before but she listened quietly until she felt she had something and suddenly there it was this incredible pulsing vibrant resonating tribal drum fill. It beat incessantly, a continuous rolling thunder that swelled over the guitars. Mel and I glanced at each other and we were off on a wondrous journey and Cindy was the driver. I couldn?t help it I danced, I danced like I never had before it felt right, I floated carried aloft by the soaring sounds and rhythm?s. The songs had never sounded so good. Mel felt it as well, it wasn?t staged or practiced but she started dancing with me, her face inches from mine and we were one. There was no discussion required Cindy was in. We rehearsed like crazy before setting out on our mission to conquer the music world. That was how OUR DIRTY KISSABLE LIPS formed, we all loved that name, Cindy seemed very excited by the word Kissable. We started off small playing local clubs, restaurants, the university anywhere we could. OK we still weren?t that good but we did get plenty of good reviews and the lesbian community fell in behind us, an all-girl band was just what they wanted. Our little world was music, music, music. Everything we did centered on music and getting gigs. Cindy seemed to grow in our environment and if anything, she got prettier and I was so attracted to her but she, like Mel took full advantage of the women who hung around the band. She had a different girl whenever I saw her. Mel as well seemed to be enjoying the multitude of women hanging around our nebula. That did change when she met Molly, I had never really experienced jealousy before but one night we played the bottle neck and there standing off to one side was this gorgeous sexy little creature. Fuck she was sexy and the way her body moved as she listened to us. She was one of those exotic sensuous creatures and she had the most piercing eyes. I couldn?t concentrate my eyes were drawn inexplicably back to her but unfortunately, she had eyes only for Mel. I could see it in her intense glare that she had the hots for Mel. At the end of the night they ended up talking to each other and leaving together. Their romance was short but fiery, it last no more than six months but it could never last not with the intensity that boiled away constantly between them. Molly was like that intense, deep and fiery. She was however a free spirit and that?s what inevitably broke them up. Mel caught her with another chick and boom our little world exploded. It was hard for the band because aside from her love for Mel and yes there was real love there, Molly also loved the band and she was like a non-playing member, she found us gigs, wrote reviews and generally promoted us wherever and whenever she could. She was sort of our unofficial manager. We all loved her but we also saw the hurt that she caused Mel... As we played more regularly it was Cindy who through the cat in among the canaries. "Guys, we need a soloist and a back-up singer." Mel looked devastated and snapped back caustically, I played the mediator, I saw what Cindy was trying to say, we could use another voice in the band and yeah something to fill the void when we got to sections where there were no vocals, Mel was a good guitar player but she was no lead. After a lot of discussion, read argument we decided to try and find somebody. Mel was hurt but I think she realized as well we all had our limitations. There were a couple of guitar players who came along for a jam but they were from different worlds. We tried a keyboard player but that was horrible, so bad that I laid down an ultimatum if they kept her I was leaving. Thankfully they felt the same. It was a month or so later when our world got turned upside down. Molly turned up at a gig at the Bottleneck and there she was right in the middle of the mosh pit dancing like she didn?t care, her hair flying wildly as her body gyrated sexily. With my eyes focused on her I felt my pussy tingle and shiver, god she got me sticky. Surprisingly Cindy and I had Mel in a group hug as we tried to console her and Molly burst into the green room as if nothing was wrong. "Hey girls!" Of course Mel snapped and barked, "What the fuck do you want?" She smiled and passed over an MP3 played with headphones attached. "I want you to listen to these songs." Mel snatched them from her and pulled them on and I saw her expression change, her mouth softened and I saw it she became mesmerized. She had a listen before handing them to me. The moment I hit play I was blown away...holy shit they were good and what a voice...an angel....no that was doing a disservice to whoever was singing it was fucking amazing. I passed them on to Cindy who was as equally impressed. Of course, the question was...who was it? I didn?t have to ask because Mel beat me to it. "OK Molly who are they?" She smiled. "It?s not a they it?s a him, he?s from the university...a friend." "No fucking way is that a guy." Mel spluttered. Molly laughed. "Afraid so girls and he?s awesome, he wrote those songs and they would be good songs for the band." Mel nodded. "Yeah the songs are good, they could definitely be us." Molly offered to introduce us all and even suggested he would be great for the band. In all honesty I agreed, the songs were like he wrote them for us and they lyrics were amazing, lesbian ballads...how the hell did a guy write those. I would have happily had a guy in the band but Mel was fanatical about keeping our all girl status, and she was right about several points she raised. We were popular because of the crowd we attracted, a bar full of women don?t cause much trouble. Molly turned up at rehearsal like she used to, this time she brought song sheets and the music to the songs she played us the other night. We listened and broke them down and Mel found a way to sing them that worked but it was different to the originals. The fight started when Molly said he hadn?t really agreed to let us use them. She was right it did seem a little silly. Molly gave that sweet butter wouldn?t melt in your mouth smile and said. "I?m working on him, and maybe if he met you guys, he might change his mind." Mel snapped. "Yeah OK bring him along to rehearsal. Nothing happened for a month or so, we all thought it had fallen through, we still included his songs in the hope we could use them. Still there we were at rehearsal when Molly walks in with this tiny innocuous little guy, he was as short as me and probably weighed less. No way was he the guy who played on those songs. Mel decided we should play one of his songs and dazzle him with our brilliance. So we flew into one of his songs. I watched as a look of horror spread across his face. He looked horrified. We stopped and Mel snarled, "Come on then asshole, get up here and show us how it goes." He made excuses in his feeble whiny little voice about not having a guitar or amp. Mel said to use her spare and that was it he clambered up on stage looking like a good breeze would blow him away. He strapped on Mel?s old guitar and I suggested we play a lips song. He agreed when I suggested Cherry red lips and we blasted into it. He stood listening for a good while then he started playing these cool guitar riffs over the top of what we were playing and suddenly the song lifted, it was elevated to a whole new level. Then when we came back from the chorus, he started singing this wonderful harmony and again we lifted. Then when we got to the musical interlude he flew into this wild guitar solo....fucking hell I was blown away. Our song suddenly sounded ten times better, like it could be on the radio... OMG... Next it was his song and Mel suggested he start since he didn?t like our version. He started the intro and immediately it was different, nothing like our version. It took me a few bars before I could find a bass line but when I did, I saw him smile...he liked it and my heart skipped a beat...shit I had never felt that way about a guy. But I played with a lighter heart and when Cindy chimed in with a flowing thunderous drum pattern we were on fire. He started singing and the world became a better place, his voice, like silk, sweet melting toffee. Oh god it was incredible. When Mel finally gave up and joined in it was fantastic, she supplied the gravel and drive and he stepped back from the mic and she took over. Mel loved being the face of the band and I think the fact the new guy moved aside for her was a good sign. After we finished it was time to talk, he was such a reserved introvert it was impossible to get anything out of him. Mel shot the whole thing down when she stated rather firmly that we were an all-girl band anyway. I glanced at Cindy and saw her grimace, it appeared she felt the same way as me, the guy Marion or Duke as Molly called him was a perfect fit for us. Mel?s stubborn stance was pissing me off. I loved the sound and feel of the band with him in it and there was something about him, I really liked him. We didn?t see or hear from Molly for about six weeks or so. We were playing a gig at the bottle neck and Molly walked in with Duke and another chick. Jesus Molly looked sexy as fuck but the other chick oh my god she was hotter than hell and twice as sexy. Molly and the chick headed straight for the dancefloor and cut up a storm right there in front of us. If Duke was her boyfriend then he had a right to be pissed off because they were about to have sex right there in front of us, they mashed and ground their bodies together even stealing kisses. Jesus I was fucking hot, I could feel that tingle deep up inside my pussy. I danced with them on stage imagining that I was in the middle of their sandwich crushed between two of the sexiest women I had ever seen. At the break Molly brought them into the green room as we were all having a drink. Turns out it was Dukes sister and he looked pissed off. Molly asked about the battle of the bands, if we were going to try out. Mel heard us and started going on about wanting another player. Molly retorted, "Well I did suggest Duke, he?s perfect and you damned well know it." "Yeah but you know we are an all-girl band." Then the room was sent into a dark silence when April sprouted. "You can still have that with Duke can?t they little bro? Trust me he looks really cute in a dress." The look on his face was a mixture of shock, horror, shame and abject humiliation. He blushed bright red and stormed out throwing the doors wide in his hurry to get out. Molly said, "He is a little insecure about his desires but he likes to dress in women?s clothes and I can tell you he is hot, when he gets dressed up I promise you that you?d never know." April added cynically, "Yeah he?s always been a little cutie." Cindy and I exchanged knowing glances but before we could say anything we were called back on stage. After the gig it was the hot topic of conversation for us...what did she mean...was he a crossdresser, a transsexual...all questions we needed to know the answer to. Of course there were other things as well. We had been tossing around the idea of trying out for the battle of the bands but they wanted recordings and the ones we had weren?t that good. Molly had mentioned that the recordings Duke had made that we heard he recorded at the university and we decided it would be great to get something similar. With that in mind we got together and drove to the university to ask him if he would make a demo for us. We found him in one of the studios mastering some of his stuff, hearing it on the big monitor speakers it sounded incredible and the band he had playing with him was awesome. When Mel asked he explained that it was all him, he played every single track. What! Fuck now I was impressed, he played bass better than me and the drums...shit maybe not as good as Cindy but he was no slouch. It was unexpected but Mel blurted out, "So is it true, you?re a tranny or something?" His expression changed to one of sheer horror and panic and he screamed, "April is a lying bitch and Molly is just a cheating slut!" He burst into tears and I couldn?t help it I felt so bad for him I rushed up and hugged him. His wiry little body crushed up against me and we hugged, I rocked him back and forth. "Hey sweetie it?ll be OK." After he calmed down, he agreed to do the demos. On the drive back home Mel asked, "So what do you think?" Cindy giggled. "I don?t know he seemed scared and wow he?s fragile but we all know what a bitch Molly can be, and imagine that his own sister cheats on him with his girlfriend, poor bastard." I felt sorry for Duke after that and set about following him around, I saw him one day staring in the window at Mass music and walked up behind him and tried to crack a funny he got a little defensive but what I found out was he wanted a new guitar. A Fender Tele... Well it just so happened that I knew where there was one so I grabbed him by the hand and we walked over to my friend?s house. I saw he was in love with it the moment it was in his hands the problem was he couldn?t afford it...I could see that so I brought it for him explaining it would be money well spent if he made a good job of the recordings. On the walk home we chatted and he opened up a little, he was really nice, just shy and reserved. I liked him more with every step. I caught up with Molly and she spilled her guts. She explained that Duke was in fact a crossdresser and loved dressing up and she missed him so much. I gave her a hug as she sobbed on my shoulder. "Jas I made a huge mistake, I shouldn?t have cheated on him, I want him back." I decided I needed to talk to him. He had finished recording our demos so I had the perfect excuse to go and see him. I waited outside at his place, his roommates were dicks so I waited outside. When he arrived, I gave him a big kiss and we talked about the demos. He had done a great job as we sat on his bed in his room listening, I saw his ability. He had done a great job and we sounded better than ever, but there was still that enormous hole in the middle where his voice would be. I couldn?t hold back anymore. "Marion it?s true isn?t it that you do dress in girls? clothes?" He went red as a beet and hid his face but I carried on. "It?s OK babe, I talked to Molly and she told me, I didn?t come to embarrass you. I came to tell you she really misses you." He finally admitted after much coaxing that he did dress up but only in private. He got very defensive and upset so I changed the subject. "You would be great for the band I would love to hear what we sounded like with you in the mix." He smiled and changed the track listings on the MP3 player and whispered. "Listen to the next three tracks." He seemed proud so I pulled on the headphones and was immediately transported, these were great, it was our recordings but with his vocals and guitar over dubbed. It was incredible. Jesus he was good, I knew right there and then we had to have him, we needed him so bad. I had to either get Mel to change her mind and I knew how hard that was going to be or I had to drag him out of the closet. I tried and tried to convince him to show me what he looked like dressed but he refused point blank. There was no budging him. That night it was all I could think about, I had to get him out of the closet. I waited at his place again and this time he didn?t seem so happy to see me. "What do you want Jas?" When we got into his room, I sprang it on him. "Duke I want to see the other you, I want to see the real you." He tried to fight me off but like a dog with a bone I kept at him until he caved and there in front of me, he transformed, this weedy little runt turned into a fucking princess. Molly was right he was fucking sexy as a chick and he easily passed for a girl no question. I kept at him, although now I had to say her... "You look gorgeous, some sexy stage costumes for all of us, a sexy name and nobody would know, honestly babe you?re fucking gorgeous and I wasn?t lying. I don?t know what I was thinking but I grabbed her in my arms and pulled her into a kiss, a sexy mouth-watering kiss and I was surprised by how it felt...it was great. I wasn?t the only one surprised she stared back at me with her cheap lipstick smeared all over her face, fuck she was sexy. We sat staring at each other and he reached for me again but I pushed him away. "No, not till you put things right with Molly, then maybe we can do this again. Shit I?ve never been with a guy....but then you?re not really a guy are you." I played Mel and Cindy the tracks and as I suspected they loved them. "Why?" Mel asked. "Why did you do that you know how I feel about our all girl status." I laughed loudly. "Mel I?ve seen him, he does dress up and believe me when he is wearing a dress you would never know, nobody would know this could really work, and you know he is perfect." Cindy joined in. "Well I don?t care which way we go but I want him in the band, Jesus listen to that." She said as she played the demo through the PA. "I want him in the band end of story." When I next caught up with Duke it was obvious he and Molly had made up and were a couple again, I wondered how long it would be before she broke his heart but I liked him, a little jealous but I liked him. The band and Molly and Duke got together to talk and we decided that we wanted to try and make a go of it. Duke reluctantly agreed that he wanted to do it. His embarrassment was obvious, he wasn?t comfortable so I offered to go over and help him with his makeup. I saw Cindy snigger and she passed some shitty comment but I wanted to help. On the way out I gushed, "Cindy you?ll eat your words girl because you are not going to believe your eyes when you see her dressed." The next day I spent hours rummaging around finding a suitable costume for her that would show how sexy she was. I picked up Molly and Duke to go over to Molly?s apartment to do the deed. I noticed Molly also had a bag full of goodies. When we got inside and we stripped him down I was amazed, I couldn?t help running my hands over his flesh, his skin was so smooth and perfect. Molly had a pair of knee high tight fitting leather boots, couple with the leather skirt I had and a tied off T-shirt he looked amazing. Jesus it made me hot thinking about it as we helped him with his makeup and he stopped being a he and became a sexy rock goddess right in front of our eyes. Of course, he was scared, embarrassed, scared maybe even humiliated but once the transformation was complete, I felt like the ugly duckling. Molly laughed and said she had something for me. It was a pair of tights so tight it took me fifteen minutes to wriggle and writhe as I slid into them. All the while Dukes eyes never moved, he stared open mouthed at me, I swear I saw his dress bulge out, the little fucker had a hard on. The rehearsal was a done deal, we all knew how good she was this wasn?t so much about the music, this was all about her look. The moment Mel and Cindy saw her it was all over. Cindy the dirty little slut couldn?t keep her eyes of her ass as we played and the songs were so good, even Mel sensed it. We had our first gig only weeks later at the bottle neck and poor old Marion was scared stiff, but we all stayed close and reassured her throughout. By the time we were in our third song Molly walked in with fucking April again and they danced right in front of us. I could see Marion was close to breaking down so I did the only thing I could think of I got in his face and danced, our faces only inches apart as he furiously riffed away on the guitar. As we danced, he stared into my eyes and I smiled. He slowly came around and throughout the night I kept him on it, dragging him with me and filling him with drinks. Molly and April left together and I could see how devastated he was so at the end of the night I drove him home and went in to keep him company. She was so cut up I hugged her and we lay on his bed together. I kissed him at first to comfort him but that kiss, oh damn that kiss. Soon our mouths were locked together and our bodies were tightly entangled. I wrapped one of his legs in mine and humped him, my pussy so wet I left little damp patches on his nylons. I rode his as our tongues danced and fucked. His hands didn?t take long to find my boobs and he mauled them like a bitch in heat as I rode his leg, my pussy kissing his nylon covered thigh. Jesus I was getting hot and when he pushed away my tiny little bra and sucked my boobs, I was lost I wanted it I wanted him to fuck me. I rode him hard and fast my orgasm rushing towards me. "Oh fuck." I cried out as I bit his neck, fuck me I was so horny. When my hand dropped between her legs and there was that huge bulge sticking there, I freaked out. I had never been with a guy and this felt so weird. I quickly drew my hand away and he concentrated on sucking my whole boob into his mouth. I came, I came so hard my body must have looked like I was getting a freaking electric shock. As I relaxed my body coming back to earth, he started to kiss me again and his fingers found their way into my pussy. "Marion, you don?t have to babe, really." He shushed me with a kiss and his fingers slipped easily into my swollen gaping pussy, he fucked me, his wet sticky fingers thrusting up into my pliant body. "Oh fuck, oh Jesus." I cried in pleasure. "Fuck me babe, fuck me." I couldn?t believe I was saying it, Jesus he was a man in a dress but he was good, Molly had taught him well. He quickly had me writhing in another orgasm, his hand pummeling my little hole. He gave me no time to recover, he dived between my legs quickly ripping off what remained of my panties. His mouth sucked harder than a vacuum cleaner as his whole mouth covered my pussy and he kissed and sucked, licking up all my excretions, all my juices. All I could do was hang on for dear life as his tongue like and angry electric drill flicked sucked and bit my aching pussy. I ripped and pulled at his hair as I wriggled trying to get more, more tongue more of everything. His fingers were soon back inside me fucking me, pumping frenetically at me. My pussy squelching and sloshing as my clit disappeared into my mouth. Fuck I had been with girls who couldn?t lick pussy this good, Jesus I was on my way to another tsunami like cum and he wouldn?t stop. I screamed and screamed as my cum gushed over his face, cum and pee. I was so worked up and had so much to drink I think I peed a little as well but he didn?t care he licked it up ignoring my spasmning body, as I shuddered and jerked through another orgasm. We lay together afterwards and I felt the weight of guilt, I hadn?t offered him anything in return but he seemed happy just to have somebody to cuddle. I didn?t sleep well that night, I hoped he wouldn?t get attached, I never meant this to happen, all I meant to do was comfort him. The last thing our new band needed was more drama. In the morning that weight of guilt really bore down on me and I found my hand caressing his bulge. "I?m sorry about last night Marion, I just didn?t know what to do, I?ve never been with a guy." He calmed me with a kiss but I knew what I had to do and as I pulled his stiffy out of his panties and stoked it. I felt a new sensation... and I liked it... power. It felt weird and unnatural but I could see the look of pleasure on his face and stroked harder and faster as he pushed up trying to get me to go faster. I couldn?t believe how strong his pulse felt through his cock, it throbbed so hard and little dribbles of sperm seeped out. I lay my head on his chest as I stroked faster and faster until he whimpered. "Fuck Jas, I?m going to cum...oh fuck, here it comes." The end of his dick exploded with hot sticky goo and it squirted all the way up to his chest. If he hadn?t tugged on my hair moving my face it would have splattered all over my face. As we showered and changed and he was back to being Marion the scrawny little guy who plays awesome guitar...my friend. I wanted to try and explain but he beat me to it. "Jas...it?s OK, I understand you just felt sorry for me, I?m not an idiot, but thank you it was awesome of you to look after me." "Hugging him tight I muttered. "Babe, it?s more than that, Last night was incredible, I?ve never even touched a boy?s penis and I didn?t know what to expect. Yes, I wanted to comfort you but it was more than that, I like you I really do, but I?m surer now than ever, I?m a lesbian, please don?t hold it against me but I want us to be just friends." We hugged tighter than ever and he smiled. "If you change your mind, I will always be here." We both laughed and my one and only experience with a penis was over and it was back to the music. We moved on from there and the Lips grew quickly, our journey to take over the world had begun, four sexy chicks and a lot of lipstick.