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This story is a follow on from another story I wrote named Marion's story. I wanted to build on the story but to allow that to happen I had to go back and tell a little of the back story of the other members in the band. This story picks up Mel's life before the band and talks a little about how the band was formed. I need to say a big thank you to my friend and fellow writer and friend Marina Kelly who helped with the editing and gave me direction and guidance. Thanks Marina, great work as always. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi my name is Melody, an apt name for a musician right? Sounds sweet and innocent doesn't it? Well fuck that I'm grumpy, well that's what others say, me I think I just don't suffer fools. I'm the front person for a band named Our Dirty Kissable Lips. The band is my love, my life, my family and I love it with a passion far greater than life itself. Growing up in Lawrence in the Midwest of America, which is a small city that owes its existence to one thing and one thing only, the University, It's easy to just get sucked into academic life. You sort of forget that there are other things in life aside from college. My parents both worked there. My mother as an administrator and my father a professor. Music wasn't big in our house, my parents weren't the sort to have music playing or go to concerts. My father only had one passion in life and that was drinking and he was never happy unless he had one in his hand. Drunk yeah he was a drunk an angry mean-spirited drunken bastard who used to love nothing more than beating my mother, yeah I was wrong he was pretty passionate about beating mom as well, he certainly loved that and if she wasn't around us his children filled the bill. Mom put up with it for years until the day she snapped. I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later, he made her life a living hell. I guess she could have just walked out and left him but no she decided enough is enough and killed the mangy prick with a tyre lever because that's what he had beaten her with the night before. His unfortunate demise came about after taking to her again except this time he was that hammered he collapsed and mom decided fuck it, his time was up. She didn't just kill the mongrel she beat him to a bloody pulp. How did it affect me you ask? Well I just wish she did it earlier so she could've had some peace. She was the saving grace in our life keeping me and my brother safe. The downside for Mom was going to jail, at least the jury accepted that it wasn't murder but even manslaughter brings a jail sentence. That you hope would have been it for mom but she sort of went off the deep end, she hated being locked up, she wasn't a damn criminal, she was just defending herself. Anyway she got transferred to the nut house I tried to see her but she has gone off to her happy place and has pushed me and Jimmy out of her memory. She seems happy by all accounts helping in the gardens and looking after other patients. She is more like a helper than an inmate. I guess she got the peace she wanted all be it in a strange way. Me and my little brother got shipped off to foster homes, at first we were together but Jimmy was a handful. Me, I was surly and bad tempered, but he rebelled, he ran right off the rails and got involved with gangs and drugs, which led to a life of crime and incarceration. It started off in Juve but as soon as he was of age he went into the slammer which is where he is today. We sort of lost touch. I bounced from foster home to foster home, I was bad tempered and hard to deal with, I had anger issues and I was hardly a good student. People tried but because of my attitude I got moved on pretty quick. It wasn't until I went to school that I fell in love with what became the burning passion of my life, 'music.' I remember the day I walked past the hall where the school orchestra was busily rehearsing and I was mesmerised. Don't get me wrong I listened to music, but this was different, it was live, it was real and it was right there in my face. I walked in and found a seat, the sounds...oh my god. I'm not into that genre or form of music it's to regimented for me but the sounds, the vibrations the intensity and joy on their faces...I was hooked. Of course I had no way to move it forward I had no talent no ability and didn't fit the requirements of the orchestra. I returned every chance I got to listen, I never went to the live performances I just loved to watch them rehearse. But life changed for me after that, music became an obsession. I didn't have a lot of spare cash but what I did have I spent on CD's and gradually my preferences started to evolve. I hated mainstream pop culture trash. It all sounded the same it was like a computer generated meme different artists singing different words to the same songs. The orchestra wasn't the only group of musicians using the rehearsal room. The school was full of musicians, I mean the University is widely respected for its music courses. I found there were lots of other bands playing around the school. I found ways to make friends and sneak into studio's and rehearsal rooms. I loved it and the more I listened the deeper the obsession grew, it festered inside me like an open wound afflicted with gangrene. My preferences began to evolve, more than anything I loved punk and the more raucous it was the better I liked it. Locked in my room I danced and sang along to my favourite bands. Of course, it meant I wasn't that popular with the family I lived with at the time. They were good people but were elderly and they hated anything loud. Me listening to the Ramones was never going to work. I had been working my ass off trying to get a scholarship I wanted to study computer science but my marks weren't that good. Rejection letter after rejection letter flooded our mailbox and it put a dent in my plans to me the next Steve Jobs. I was smart just not smart enough I suppose. Life at home was painful, the folks I lived with were running out of patience, not that I blamed them. Trying to raise a rebellious big mouth wasn't their idea of helping out. Looking back, they were wonderful really. I was a handful; I pierced my own ears, wore safety pins as ear rings shaved off my hair and of course scrounged through thrift stores for the scruffiest old clothes. I used the old scruffy clothes to emulate my rock god idols. Punk was the king man, I wanted to be like them, look like them...I wanted to be like them. Dropping out of school was the last straw for my foster parents, they never kicked me out but it was obvious I wasn't welcome. Luckily, I had finally found a friend and she said I could move in with her. It was a shitty little apartment on top of a fast-food restaurant but she was a punk and loved most of the bands I did. Nights were full of screaming, supposedly singing along and dancing. I worked as a waitress at the restaurant and made enough to get by (Just) My personal style didn't really attract a lot of interest from boys, but I didn't care sex wasn't a driver for me. I was depressed and angry that my chosen path had been closed off and self-harm was my escape and method of showing the world TAKE THAT FUCKERS.... Lynette my roommate was wild, really wild and was right into drugs, she smoked a lot of pot and loved Meth. She was quite happy to trade sexual favours for drugs. Seeing her out of it really scared me. I wanted to be tough and tell the world to sit on it but I hated drugs. I saw what it did to her. I decided there and then to take a different path. Sharing an apartment with Lynette opened my eyes sexually. Listening to her fuck guy's horrible disgusting guys horrified me. The noises that came out of her room appalled me. The names they called her, the things they did to her all in the name of sex, I knew straight away that wasn't for me. I started to develop an aversion to guys, they certainly didn't interest me, not that they ever really did, but now it manifested as revulsion, even open hostility, I pushed them away. I guess I didn't have to try that hard, the way I dressed hardly made me seem interested or attractive. My appearance was my attempt to show the world I didn't care but that's bullshit, I know that now. One of Lynette's lovers, god it's hard to call it that did one favour, before being locked up for aggravated robbery he left his guitar and amp at our place. I loved the look of it, OK it was only a cheap replica but I loved it. I started to play with it and the moment I picked it up I loved the feel of it in my hands so tactile. I found an old how to learn guitar tutorial book at the thrift store and I learned it word for word, every spare moment I practiced, maybe not until my fingers bled but they sure as hell were sore. It didn't happen overnight but spending six hours a day playing meant I learned quickly. The book was full of old classics, I guess they're there because they're easy, but without too much effort I could play Green sleeves and the old folk songs in the book. That drove me to you tube and of course there are millions of tutorials in there. Learning the guitar opened avenues I didn't even know existed. The more I played the deeper the obsession bit. I came to the realisation I didn't want to play other people's music I wanted to play my own and being the rebel I was, I thought I had something to say. So with that I started to write songs, at first I just used existing songs and changed them using my own lyrics. Yeah, I know that's cheating but with no formal training it taught me enough about musical theory to understand how songs were structured, how to make them work. Life isn't one dimensional, I wasn't just learning guitar. I was learning about life and choices and consequences. Let's face it a bald headed waitress who looks like a poor man's Joan Jett doesn't make a lot from tips. I softened my approach a little, I knew I was hard work, my attitude scared most people away. The friends I did make though started to drive my growth. Most were alternate lifestyler's, gay, lesbian, people who lived outside the norm. They were like me rebellious and cynical. Being around a few girls who were openly gay meant my opinions on lifestyles and my acceptance of it was evolving as well. With my new found ability on the guitar came a new confidence in myself as a person. The music I was primarily listening to pushed me in a direction that at first was uncomfortable and confronting but oh so damn intriguing and enticing, it fascinated me. The runaways and Joan Jett, Babes in Toyland, The Donnas, Patti Smith was a big influence, Soiuxsie and the Banshees and of course my favourite the slits... The embodiment of pretty slutty rock. I loved the costumes and the fuck you attitude. This was my world and I wanted in. Hanging around at the University, talking to real musicians and listening to them play also opened my ears and mind to other genres. I loved some of the newer indie bands. The rhythms were different, more open and less driven but still powerful. Strangely I became a little fascinated with bluegrass. I loved the foot stomping. Of course, there was another element to the punk bands I loved, there was a huge lesbian movement around these bands and that affected me without me really knowing or understanding it. My sexuality never took off. All my other friends already had boyfriends or girlfriends depending on their leaning, but me, I had never experienced a desire or an attraction. Living with a prostitute may have driven me away from men, I'm not sure but I think I had always had an attraction to girls, pretty girls, girly girls. Not the dungaree wearing feminists who dressed like men, but real women. Sexy long legged gorgeous creatures. OK it sort of took a while for me to get my head around the fact I was a lesbian... The word made me laugh, although when you say it slowly it is so erotic and sensual if sort of rolls off your tongue. Being an alternative sort of girl I didn't care what other people thought. I was however worried about why I felt this way, the questions I couldn't answer, all I knew was boys just didn't do it for me, I had yet to meet one that made my heart beat faster, or my hands go clammy. That might sound harsh or judgemental, but that's who I was. My hormones were kicking in though and once I discovered and then became skilled at the art of self-pleasure, digitally remastered as it were, my real desires floated to the top. When I had my eyes closed the images that filled my head and made my pussy tingle were Debbie Harry, oh my god she was delicious and sexy and could sing...I just hated her music, I had to watch her with the sound down. She was to mainstream to warm and fuzzy but at night with the lights out I flicked my little bean wishing it was her. Masturbation became my safety valve. Discovering your vagina is mind altering, I soon found the guilty pleasure so addictive, sliding my fingers in as far as I could and swirling them around, it wasn't hard to find the erogenous spots, discovering my clitoris was world changing and when I discovered my bum well that was amazing. It amazed me that it was nice pushing my finger up my ass at the same time as my pussy, and then added playing with my clit and I was in seventh heaven. Lynette's never ending stream of guys and the drugs pushed me to find somewhere else to live. Every day I trolled the notice boards around campus and supermarkets looking for something. I loved to spend time at the music store and one day while I was in there playing with a new guitar that one of the salesmen came over and sat for a little jam. When we were finished, he said, "You know we are looking for a shop assistant, you would be perfect." I laughed. "What...me...dressed like this?" He nodded. "Yeah I see the people you talk to, and yeah we might ask you to tone down your dress sense a little, but I think you would be great. That was the start of my new job at Mass music, and that was one of those life altering moments in life. It gave me some responsibility and made me talk to people, made me accept that I didn't know everything. That of course led to other opportunities, I met a guy who had a room over his garage that had been unused since his son moved out. The rent was cheap and being separated from the house meant noise wasn't such a big deal. The fact that he was an old punk rocker made it easier. He and his wife Caroline loved music and me hacking away on my guitar, yep I stole the guitar and amp from Lynette's place. She was that fucked up she didn't even notice. Life took on a more natural upward swing, life for the first time seemed achievable. I stopped using razor blades and I started smiling, well occasionally at least. I met heaps of musicians at the shop and got plenty of invites from guys to concerts. I did take up a few of those offers, I told myself it was just for the music but deep down I was confused, I know the norm is man woman and I had to figure out if I could do that, I wanted to fit in. It led to a few clumsy grope sessions in the back seat of their cars but their coarse hard bodies did nothing for me and their continual forcing my hand down their pants and trying to get their cocks in my mouth disgusted and revolted me. Guys can be such assholes, well the ones I was with were. Everything was about their own personal gratification; life seemed to revolve around their cock. It all drove me to believe that I was never going find the right guy or that I even wanted to. It was a little depressing and I started to understand that I am not normal, maybe I was different. I couldn't grasp was why? Why didn't I have this driving desire to rip my panties off for some guy" It wasn't just the guys, although I liked and was attracted to pretty girls I never felt like I was in love, or that I needed to be with that person, I was happy by myself and masturbation taught me one thing, I didn't need anybody else for sexual pleasure. Then I met Anabelle... She was gorgeous. She walked into the shop one day looking for some violin strings. Tall, with long shiny auburn hair that glistened under the neon light. I guessed she was about thirty...maybe... I'm hopeless at guessing ages. What attracted me was the way she moved. She didn't so much walk as she glided, moving with the elegant grace of a preying cat and as I looked around the store every eye was on her. I was transfixed and instantly in love. Her beautiful pouty lips moved as she ran her tongue over them. Every guy in the store stood motionless afraid to move but it was me she chose walking up to me with that graceful gliding hip swaying seductive strut, "Hello, could you help me please I need violin strings." Her voice was soft, like I imagined liquid honey would feel like as it cascaded down concrete stairs. We walked over to the strings and I pulled down a set. "What brand do you usually use?" I asked. "Oh they're not for me they're for my girlfriend, she asked me to pick them up because she's busy." GIRLFRIEND....holy shit... She smiled as she saw my expression of dismay. "Does that shock you? That I have a girlfriend?" "Um no, not really." "You look shocked, is that repellent to you?" She leaned in close and I could feel the heat of her body as she glared defiantly at me. "Does my sexuality frighten or offend you?". "No, I don't care. How much money do you want to spend? I think these other ones would be better but they're far more expensive." She slid her hand slowly over mine as she tugged them out of my trembling fingers. I heard the loud intake of breath from around the shop as every eye in the place took in our encounter. Her hand toyed with mine holding the contact longer than necessary as she stared at the strings. She stepped forward her breasts touching mine. "Do you play?" She whispered. With a shake of my head my voice barely audible I muttered, "No, I play guitar." Her smile ignited and she moved forward again, our breasts now crushed together, her linen shirt caressing my Ramones T-shirt. "Guitar...Hmmm I love the guitar, so sexy and strong." My voice dried up, my lips were as dry as the Mohave. Her smile beamed teasing, flirting. Jesus.. She's flirting with me. "Do you play in a band?" she asked. Again I shook my head. "That's a shame I would love to watch you play." I could feel her heart beating through my T-shirt, her head leaned further forward until her lips caressed my earlobe. "Could you come to my place to show me how to fit these?" My pussy tingled, the shiver travelling the length of my spine. "What about your girlfriend?" "Oh she's hopeless, she is away on business, we would be all alone." "OK," I stuttered. "Where do you live?" "I'll stop by after work and pick you up." That's how I found myself standing on the pavement outside Mass, waiting. A packet of violin strings in my clammy hand wondering what the hell I was doing. My racing heart gave away the fact I was nervous yet expectant. My anticipation grew quickly, but anticipation for what? All I knew was she affected me deeply and I wanted to be near her As I pondered my intent, my aspirations a car pulled up beside me and I saw that beaming smile lean over and push open the door. "Hey There sexy, going my way?" I smiled back as I eased into the car. "Looks like it." As we zoomed away from the curb she asked. "So little miss guitar player, what's your name?" "Melody, but everyone calls me Mel." "Ooooh Melody what a beautiful name, perfect for a musician." I nodded as she eased us casually through the peak hour traffic. Lawrence wasn't exactly a huge city but peak hour was a rush. I watched in awe as her hand worked the gearshift on her sporty little Alpha Romeo. We raced through the traffic, squirting into tiny gaps as she manoeuvred the car expertly. We pulled up at Bauer Farms Apartments on Bauer Farm Drive. Annabelle ushered me in and I was blown away by how nice they were. As we walked in she dropped her hand bag and walked to the fridge where she poured two glasses of wine. She handed one to me and raised hers up to toast. We clinked glasses and she took a large gulp. "Ahhhh I needed that." I took a more hesitant sip, not being a drinker, I was unsure of the taste or even the effect. After having lived with a drug addict I tended to stay away from drugs or alcohol. The wine was sweet with a slight tangy bite, pleasant without being overpowering. Annabelle took another gulp and I flowed suit. She topped up the glasses and led me into the living area and the big soft spongy sofa. We sat closely. As I reclined back into the luxurious sofa her arm draped over my shoulder. Her dark grey eyes pierced mine. "So Melody, what's a young girl like you doing working in a music store? Shouldn't you be at University studying music?" I shrugged. "Formal schoolroom Education and me didn't get along, I decided on a different path." She arched her brows questioningly. "A different path, do tell." With more bravado than I felt I blurted out, "Stardom." She laughed toasting my remark. "Well good luck with that gorgeous." I took an enormous gulp of my drink...gorgeous....wow, she thought I was pretty. "What about you?" I replied. "Oh, the usual, I'm in insurance, income protection that sort of thing." "You must do all right, this is a nice place." She laughed. "Yeah it's alright. The beds comfy." The mention of the bed made my racing heart skip a beat and now it was not only racing but beating louder than any kick drum I had ever heard. As we talked, her arm slid down the back of the sofa until it rested on my shoulders. I jumped as her skin came into contact with mine. She chuckled. "Relax babe, chill out, I'm not going to eat you, well not yet anyway." Her eyes never deviated, she peered at me as she leaned closer. "Would you like that?" "What?" I burbled. "For me to eat you silly and I know exactly where I want to start." Closer she leaned in, her perfume cloaked us, the smell intoxicatingly strong and sensual. Her face merely inches from mine, our lips almost touching she whispered. "Would you like another wine?" My glass was still in my hand so I sunk it in one last gulp. "Yes please," I gushed hoping to get some breathing space. She stood up slowly removing the glass from my trembling hand and strolled away. I watched her ass sway and bounce as she walked, sheer poetry. When she returned, she resumed her position and this time when we toasted, she leaned in close. After a giant sip she leaned in further, slowly until her lips grazed mine in a gentle almost non-existent kiss. I was stuck, completely under her spell. She glanced at me. "Have you ever been kissed by a woman?" "No...never." "What about boys? Ever been kissed by boy's?" "Yeah a couple of times." "Hmmm sex...What about sex, ever had sex with a boy?" Embarrassed and afraid I croaked, "No...." Her face softened. "So you're a virgin then?" Again I nodded. "Yes." She leaned in the rest of the way and her lips met mine in a galaxy shifting explosion of cells. This was everything I expected from a kiss, those clumsy pushy boys were history, this is what I wanted, this was a kiss. Her tongue slithered into my mouth and I welcomed it, our heads tilted allowing the kiss to grow. Oh damn my heart felt like it was going to burst. Her nipples caressed mine through the thin fabric, her hand snaked around behind my head pulling me deeper into the kiss. Her fingers gripped my hair holding me in place as she assaulted me with her tongue, slithering, dancing, and cuddling my own. My breathing had stopped, I felt faint and giddy, I was drunk on her passion. Her other hand fell onto my upper leg squeezing my thighs. I flinched surprised by her raid on my innocent defences. As our mouths separated, she sighed. "God you taste so sweet, your lips are so soft, your skin, it's like milk." As she talked her hand slid off my leg trailing its way up to my breasts and she cupped one then the other, fondling, caressing massaging my heaving boobs. "Jesus so perfect," she growled. "Melody darling you are perfect." Unable to respond I sat there like a statue as she caressed my tits, then slid her hand up under my loose T-shirt gliding effortlessly over the lacy material that supported my boobs. "God take it off, I want to see them, show me your boobs." As instructed, I raised my arms and with her help slid it over my head. "What about your girlfriend, won't she be upset?" I cried. "Let me worry about her, if she was here, she would understand, she would be jealous, but understanding." Our kiss returned with ferocity. Her hand working inside my bra squeezing my fleshy mounds and as they were exposed her head moved down and she sucked my nipple deep into her hot wet mouth. "Oh shit," I moaned. "God." "You like that do you babe?" As she sucked and nibbled, she moved from breast to breast but her hand had found its way up my leg under my miniskirt, my slutty little miniskirt was breached. Her hand grasped and squeezed the fleshy thighs as her mouth raced across my chest, my neck and stealing the occasional kiss. Unconsciously my legs parted giving her access to my panty covered pussy. Oh sweet Jesus when her hand slid up and down the damp crevice I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was doing all the work, I sat there like a statue, her hand moved with silken smooth speed caressing my pussy. I felt my clammy slit convulse, throb, tingle and open like a flower under her touch. I couldn't hold back. "Oh Jesus, god damn Ohhhh hell that feels so good." Her fingers prised and wriggled until they were inside the flimsy cotton and without delay or hesitancy slipped inside. My hips jerked and wriggled uncontrollably as I gave in to her advances. I was lost to her touch, her caress guiding me towards the light. My eyes squeezed shut and I sobbed as her hand became sodden with my juice and my hips shuddered pushing and thrusting against her hand. I was cumming, it was unstoppable not that I wanted to I couldn't believe the intensity. Afterwards she let me lay back against the back of the sofa cradled in her arms her mouth kissing every square inch of exposed flesh. Once I could breathe again, she released me to take a sip of her wine. "You my darling young girl are a delicious delightful little thing. I think I am going to take great pleasure in fucking you tonight." "You are?" I moaned submissively. "I mean you think so." "Oh baby girl I know so." With a final gulp of her wine she sank to the floor and ripped off my panties casting them aside like litter. Her head dived in and the moment her lips caressed my labia I swooned. "Oh fuck." She lifted her head giggling. "So is that a yes, am I going to fuck you tonight?" "Yes, hell yes." She giggled as she dived back down and her tongue took over where her fingers stopped. Probing and slithering around my gooey canal she nibbled and sucked, kissed and bit. Up and down from my ass to my clit then deep into my crevice she fucked me with her tongue and I loved it. I grabbed her carefully coiffured hair twisting it tightly as she drove her head in and out, her tongue like a probing chameleon. Once her fingers joined the assault it was all over. She shoved them hard into my tight hole grinding her knuckles against my labia three fingers plunging in and out like a crazed ferret, her mouth like a vacuum sucking my clit greedily into her mouth. Cum, I came over and over. Tears of joy streamed down my flushed cheeks. My whole body shuddered and trembled. That night I learned how to give as well as receive, to luxuriate in the taste and feel of pussy. How to fuck our pussies locked together legs tangled and grind out an enormous orgasm. I learned to kiss and how to please a lady. In short I was in love, well lust. Annabelle my first love, what a tiger, but what a bitch she turned out to be. She used and abused me. Her other Girlfriend of the time Chelsea was heartbroken when she found out about me. Yes Annabelle was a serial cheater, a slut and bitch. I was glad to see the back of her but oh so grateful for the introduction. Annabelle brought about a gradual transition for me. Confidence, the fact that a woman like her could find me attractive drove me forward. I found a local bar where chicks who liked chicks hung out and suddenly, I stopped being the prey and became the huntress. The change coincided with another transformation in my life. While working in the shop I met the most gorgeous sexy little elf on the planet. Long blonde hair, pixie fine features and a body that oozed sex. The bad news, she wasn't attracted to me in the least. What she was attracted to was my drive and enthusiasm to form a band, an all-girl band that was going to turn the music world on its head. Her name was Jasmine; she was a bass player and a damn fine one. We started to jam in a rundown warehouse in the industrial part of town. Fuck she could play but more than that she was into my songs and as we jammed, she danced, her long blonde hair swirling wildly as she swung her head round and round. If there was a downside it was, she didn't really sing. God she was an intoxicating presence, I think if she liked me it might have all ended right there because I could have happily dedicated the rest of my life to worshipping her, making her happy might have been enough, alas we will never know because she was not in the least bit interested. We went mad for a month we rehearsed almost every night and songs were flowing off my pen like crazy. Things moved again when Jas walked into the shop with another girl by her side, she wasted no time introducing Cindy who just happened to be a drummer. She had met through friends and had talked, Jas was proud of our little group and told anyone who would listen, which is how she came to bring Cindy into the shop. That night we helped Cindy unload her kit into the rehearsal room. Cindy was different to me, her kit was top of the line and it looked incredible, Cindy had money although she didn't rub it in our faces. After setting up Jas and I fell into one of my songs and started to jam. It took Cindy only a few minutes to find a groove and she was on it in a flash. Her timing impeccable, she never missed the one beat. That moment was a surreal point in time. Jas smiled broadly and she turned and faced Cindy her body swaying along. Cindy, I noticed couldn't stop staring at Jas's tits. It seemed in addition to a band member we had also found another 'sister.' She fitted right in. She was amazing. She took the songs and drove them, elevated them to a higher plane, she took them into overdrive. She wasn't one of these gentle clever drummers she was power personified. Strong jungle type rhythms with lots of rolls and thunderous crashes she was quickly the heart of the band. As we rehearsed the songs slowly evolved due to Jas and Cindy's influences and they became more indie than punk. It was a marriage made in heaven. Cindy formally accepted our offer to join our posse and our little band was now a three piece. At first, I was a little disappointed with the slide away from my favoured punk. But the songs were just so good that I sucked it up and after a couple of months I forgot how they used to sound and now it was like this is the way they should have always been. The band was tight, more like a family than a band. To have two gorgeous sexy creatures in the band was incredible. The fact that they were obviously gay as well made it tighter. We weren't sleeping together but there was chemistry. I knew from watching Cindy that she had the hots for Jas, but that was understandable, I think Jas is such a sensuous creature the whole world will have the hots for her. With the band really finding our groove we decided we were ready to take on the public, with our set list pumped up by some carefully chosen covers we were ready. What to call ourselves? A band name befitting of Jas it had to be sexy. After rehearsal we sat down and started reeling of names. We had a few drinks and it got funnier and funnier as the night got late. We couldn't agree on anything, the only name that popped up and we all liked was 'lips' So then it was trying to find something to go with lips, flaming, burning, cherry red (One of our songs) nothing we said sounded right until Jas yelled out drunkenly. "Well I like kissable lips." Cindy giggled. "Yeah me to, I love lips to be kissable, jeez that's such a sexy word, kissable." So now we had two names. Jas blustered, "Yeah well let's have something real dirty, something filthy." Cindy cackled, "Slut, we don't want to be dirty? Do we?" That ladies is how we became OUR DIRTY KISSABLE LIPS. After a lot of hard work we managed to get our first gig which was as a support act at a concert at the Lied Center in the University. I couldn't believe we were going to play there for our first gig. We kicked the night off and I'm sad to say we were terrible, nerves really took control and all my recently acquired confidence flew out the window as I stood on stage staring out at the hundreds of eyes staring expectantly back at me. My errors flowed like water and Jas and Cindy were trapped trying to keep up with me. It was frightening and terrible. As bad as we were, we received plenty of applause and support and we were booked again by the organisers for the next gig and we made money. OK it wasn't a lot but it was enough to buy some drinks. As we listened to some of the more polished acts I realised there was a hole in our sound. I was a good guitar player, competent at least. What we needed was soloist somebody to give the songs a lift and the more I thought about it the more I wished Jas or Cindy could sing, harmonies at least. We talked about our sound and our expectations and decided we wouldn't advertise but would keep our ears to the ground and hope somebody popped up. We got a couple of gigs as part of multi band nights at local bars and restaurants. That was the catalyst for real progress. We got asked back and then again and again. Our reputation was growing and we were making money. Our audience was primarily gay, girls who wanted a night out without the hassles of fighting off men. Being all girl really helped. The good news for me was with the growing reputation came girls, lots of them. For the first time in my life I was the star of the show and girls were falling over themselves to meet me. Playing one night at the Bottleneck and I noticed a girl off to the side watching intently. I had seen her before hanging around the University and music store. I always noticed her because she never went anywhere without her headphones on, and it was obvious she was into the music. She was a looker and I immediately felt a little tug on my heartstrings. It wasn't so much her beauty it was the fiery intensity that burnt in her eyes, she smouldered and made my knees go weak. I definitely wanted between her gorgeous sexy legs. After the gig she wandered up and introduced herself. Molly was a music groupie; she loved music, not us as a band just music in general. The first night I saw her at one of our gigs I was hooked, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She stood by the bar leaning back with her drink and we locked eyes and she never looked away. I was used to being the strong one, people were intimidated by me and I liked it that way but Molly she never bowed down, never flinched and never looked away. Rather than the hunter tonight I felt like the prey. Throughout the night even when the crowd was at their noisiest, she just leaned there against the bar watching. I watched a stream of girl's approach her but she ignored them I doubt whether she even spoke to them. After the gig she waited leaning against the bar, her eyes fixed on me, she waited until all the usual girls came and went. Jas laughed. "Babe you are going to get lucky tonight." Cindy added her ten cents worth laughing. "Yeah but I don't think you are going to be on top!" Sure enough Molly strolled up to the stage and announced. "You guys were good tonight. The crowd loved it." I sneered, "The crowd huh...but what about you? What did you think?" She shrugged. "I thought you were OK, actually I thought you rocked." Absorbing her compliment with a swollen head I asked, "Do you want a drink?" She smiled for the first time tonight. "I would love one." The other girls disappeared and we sat at the bar as the staff finished their clean-up and had their own little party. The conversation like Molly was intense. She understood music well and she had her ideas about our music especially my lyrics. As we sat, she pulled out a notepad and showed me some ideas she had jotted down. As I read them, I sung them and I felt it immediately. "OMG girl... these are good, would you mind if I used them?" She smiled. "I wouldn't have given them to you if I didn't." As we walked out, I asked hopefully, "Do you need a ride?" As we stood beside the car, she sidled up to me pushing me back against the car. Her tits pressed against mine and I could feel my heart pounding. I was hot and sweaty but all I could smell was her. It was her eyes, deep and intense, as she leaned in closer and I felt her heat, she craned her neck and her liquid lips grazed mine. She pushed harder and her lips parted her tongue sliding into my mouth. It was slow and deliberate, her mouth hot and wet. Rum and coke permeated our kiss, her pouty lips soft and luscious. Her arms circled my neck pulling me closer until we were separated only by our clothes. Her tits crushed against mine, her nipples as hard as tiny ball bearings flicked and nudged against mine. My nerves tingled and that old electric shock jolted up my spine as my pussy twitched. I could feel the thin cotton panties sticking as our legs tangled and her thigh pushed between my legs, trapping the cotton between my pulsing lips. Damp and moist the eternal yearnings called. My arousal was pungent as was hers and when her hand curled between my legs and she grabbed a handful of my mound I jumped. "Fuck she was in a hurry. Her fingers wedged my jeans up into my open lips. In the car she kissed and teased me the whole way back to my apartment. Her fingers pried at my jeans worming their way into my slippery slit. It was so intense. With the door closing behind us we went straight to bed and we didn't make love we fucked. I have never had an experience like it, she sucked every fluid ounce of liquid from my trembling body. I am the leader when I am with girls, I like it that way but Molly was different, she was in charge. Over the next year or so we became inseparable and for the first time in my life I said, 'I LOVE YOU.' I wanted to hear those words reciprocated more than anything in the world but nothing and as I gazed into her eyes she whispered, "Don't do that babe; I'm not ready for that. I'm not the sort of girl to fall in love with." I was almost in tears, my tough stage persona shredded. "But I do love you and I have never felt like this about anyone." She kissed me hard. "Mel, I like you a lot and I don't want to hurt you. I don't do relationships, I like my freedom, I like sex." After that night she started drifting a little, not staying overnight and then when I saw her wrapped around another girl at a bar one night it was the end for me. I got angry and I took it out on the band. I yelled a lot and I was a real bitch. Molly though didn't care it was like what she did was of no significance, as if I was nothing. Our last words were fiery our relationship burned beyond recognition. I went on a bender, no not alcohol, girls and lots of them. Being in the band meant there were always lots of sexy girls around and I made sure I took every chance that came my way, I was swimming in a sea of mindless pussy. The band though was tight, we were family, Jas and Cindy were my rock, my corner stone. It was after rehearsal that Cindy dropped her bombshell. "I think we need to rethink where we are going, I think it's time we searched for another player, maybe keys, or something. I have been out watching other bands and they all have soloists, you know lead guitar players of pianists, they all have something that makes them stand out. Something that lifts them and we don't have that" When she saw the pained expression on my face, she tried to reduce my hurt. "Babe it's not that you aren't good enough because you are fabulous, but we need an instrumentalist and I think they have to be able to sing, to support you. I don't mean somebody to take over, just support for you." She was right of course and I knew it. My guitar playing was solid but not spectacular and there was a missing element in our sound. I started hanging around the university, talking to people about who was good and who was shit. The girl guitar players were all country or classical. There was one really cute girl who played flamenco style guitar but when I talked to her, wow she was so straight I knew she wouldn't fit in with us wild girls. There was a keyboard player who was pretty hot and she was into rock although her sounds were trapped in the eighties. We actually gave it a shot and she came to a few rehearsals but I struggled with our songs when she played with us. Her style was so overpowering that I lost the sense of the songs, the rhythm the feel. Jas and Cindy felt the same thankfully. So we were screwed. We put up a notice at the school and around town. We decided we wanted a guitar player, but the proviso was we wanted to keep our all girl status. It was just our sound was so thin, we needed that extra person. It was about a month later and I got the shock of my life. We were in the middle of a gig at the bottle neck and there in the mosh pit dancing like she had not a care in the world was Molly. Her eyes closed her head thrown back and her arms high in the air as she swayed and writhed to the music. Damn that girl, man she has a nerve after what she did to me, she turns up here at a gig and pretends like nothing is wrong. Well fuck her, I tried to ignore her but my playing got angry and loud and the girls all saw what was happening. Jas danced over as she does when she is into the music and got right in my face so I couldn't see Molly and when I looked into her eyes, she smiled at me and we fed off that energy and she saw me through to the break. We walked off stage and were having a group hug in the green room when in walks Molly. "Hey girls!" Jas and Cindy acknowledged her but it was hardly warm. "What do you want Molly," I snarled curtly. She handed over an MP3 player and headphones and said, "I want you to have a listen to these songs." I took the player and pulled the headphones on. The moment I hit play I was stunned, wow this was amazing, a band that sounded exactly the way I wanted the Lips to sound. It was everything I wanted us to be, and the guitar playing...holy shit it was good. I listened to the three songs then Jas had a listen and then of course Cindy wanted a go. As they were listening, I asked, "So who are they?" She smiled. "It's not a they it's a him. He is a guy I work with at the supermarket, he also goes to school, he is studying music there." "That's a guy!" I cried out in disbelief. "No fucking way, that's a chick, listen to that voice." Molly shook her head. "Nope, it a him and he is good." I had to ask. "Those songs did he write them?" She nodded. "Yep he sure did babe, that's all him." Cindy and Jas were finished listening and they both chimed in with shouts of approval. I was in shock, those songs could have been written for us. "Those songs, they could be us, I love them, wonder if he would let us use them?" Shrugging she muttered, "I could ask if you want, or I could introduce you?" "Just ask for the time being." Molly couldn't hold back. "You know he would be perfect for the band, he sings like an angel and his guitar playing is out of this world, I'm telling you he's good." I nodded. "Doesn't matter we're a girl band remember, so who cares." She shrugged. "Don't make a choice based on your anger towards me Mel, I know I'm not that popular here at the moment but think about it, he is good." Jas gave me a hug after Molly was gone. "She's right you know he is good, real good and the songs...wow they're us girl." When we got back on stage Molly was gone and the gig finished without any further drama. I picked up a chick that came to our gigs we had slept together a few times and tonight I needed sex so I took her home and fucked her like she was Molly, I just about suffocated her with my pussy I was grinding her so hard. Molly turned up again at rehearsals and she had some sheets of paper with her. "Hey girls." This time Jas and Cindy gave her a warmer welcome. Me not so much. "What do you want Molly?" She handed over some sheets of paper which had lyrics on them. "These are the lyrics to Duke's songs." She then handed over a CD which had the songs on them. Cindy inserted the Cd and we had a listen. As we listened Jas worked out the chords and we sort of roughly played them. Once we had it somewhere near we got up and played them. Jesus H Christ they sounded fucking awesome, I loved them. Molly sat through rehearsal and waited until we were finished. I had to ask. "So is he OK about us using them?" She shook her head. "Na he has them as part of his end of semester assignment. He said after they have been assessed you can play them but he wants to keep ownership." Confused and angry I snarled, "Then why the fuck did you bring them along? Jesus Molly." She smiled that sweet ice melting smile. "Well I'm working on him, thought I might bring him along to rehearsal, I think once he watches you play them, he might change his mind." We agreed. "OK bring him along, let's meet him." About a week or so later Molly walks in with this weedy little runt when we are in the middle of rehearsal. Surely this can't be the guy who wrote those songs? I don't know what I was expecting but certainly not this... They sat down in front of the stage set up and listen. As they sat down, I gave Jas a wink and we sailed into one of his songs, a song called 'Home Town' I don't know what I expected, I thought we had a good version but the look on his face was like I just ran my finger nails down the blackboard. "What's the matter? Don't you like?" I asked. He timidly said something about it being wrong, so I called him up and said. "Come on then smart ass." He looked to Molly for support but she shrugged and he was left with no option but to get up and play. I gave him my spare guitar and he started tuning it. I went to hand him a tuner and he waved me off. Smart prick, just like that he could tune, he had perfect pitch. I hated him already. Jas interrupted by suggesting we play one of our own songs and he could play along. We started on Cheery Red Lips. We were hardly a couple of bars into it when I heard his guitar...Oh my god he found some subtle licks and when I glanced at Jas she was smiling, she saw it as well. When I got to the vocals there he was again, not singing with me but harmonising beautifully. Damn it the clever little shit. Then when we got to the part where I just powered through some chords he lets rip with a blistering solo loud and clear and fucking perfect. If I hated him before now I utterly despised him. We finished the song and Cindy and Jas both carried on like love-struck teenagers about how good he was. To get the thing moving I said, "OK you didn't like our version of your song, so let's hear yours, how's it supposed to go?" He started playing and Jas and I did a double take, it was nothing like what we were playing. Straight away I watched as Jas got up close and personal with him and soon she was in synch with him. The moment she fell in Cindy was right behind her and it sounded right. Damn it when he started singing I took the hint and joined in and I found the chords he was using really fitted. As soon as I had the feel for it he stepped back from the mic and waved me forward. Yeah OK it was easier and better than what we played. As we worked through his other songs he showed us how they went. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he was so damn good and his songs, they were like lesbian anthems...how the fuck did he write them? Nothing made sense, the lyrics were about love and female emotions, they expressed women's feelings... Afterwards with a couple of beers I asked about using the songs and he explained not just yet but at the end of the semester we could use them but he was keeping the copyright. That pissed me of so I snapped at him for wasting our time. Jas and Cindy seemed a little upset with me but I was pissed, I liked those songs, this whole thing was fucked up, why the fuck did Molly have to get involved with me again? Fuck her, in many ways most of my anger at him was really about her. Did she bring him along just to rub my face in her new boyfriend because he was better than me, was all this just so she could humiliate me in front of the girls? Nothing made sense... Weeks later at a gig at the Hot Spot I noticed Molly walk in looking fucking hot but with her was Duke and a fucking gorgeous babe I had never seen before. Fuck what a stunner, I was almost drooling as her and Molly got up and danced in front of us. Jesus they were all over each other, I glanced across at Duke and he looked pissed. At our first break Molly dragged in Duke and what I found out was his sister but my gaydar was blinking brightly, she was gay alright and the flirting on the dancefloor there was something going on here. Jas and Molly talked about the upcoming battle of the bands and the conversation twisted around to us being on the lookout for another member. I saw the look of interest from Duke and damn it he was good, but I shot them down when I exclaimed, we were looking for a girl to maintain our all girl status. I got the shock of my life when April his sister blurted out, "You can still have that with Duke can't they little bro." The look on his face was a mixture of shock, horror, shame and 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." Jas and Cindy exchanged looks and giggled but I was shocked, a fucking tranny...jeez that's the last thing we needed...although there was something about him. Later on when I was talking to Molly about wanting to record a better demo she suggested Duke. Having heard his recordings I was on board, now that was a great idea, he might be able to do it on the cheap at the university studios. After Molly and April left arm in arm looking like lovers Cindy Jas and I talked and decided to go to the school and talk to Duke. Jas laughed about it being cool if Duke could pass as a woman, it would solve all our problems. She said it as a joke but it struck a chord with me, he was that good and yes as much as I hated him...there was a quality about him...something I liked. We walked around the school and found him hard at work in one of the studios; he was in the process of mastering some of his recordings. What blew me away was that the band he used was awesome. When I quizzed him on who he used, he reluctantly admitted there was no band it was just him I was even more astounded. The bass, drums and keys were all perfect, this kid was talented. I had to ask but the moment the words were out of my mouth I wished I could take them back. I asked if it was true about him being a tranny and he exploded explaining that April was lying and Molly was just a cheating slut for sleeping with his sister. Jas was so upset she rushed over and cuddled up to him trying to calm him down in the end she did get him to a state where we could talk about recording us. When we explained that we wanted some new demos to use for the battle of the bands contest he became interested, even a little excited. He explained we would have to make ourselves available at times where he could get access. We nodded along in agreement. With the deal done we left him to it. As we walked out Jas snorted. "Wow he is touchy about the tranny thing, I think he's still into it." Cindy snickered. "Jeez I thought he was going to burst something. He seemed scared to me." The next week he had organised studio times and we set about recording a decent demo. As good as he was he couldn't fix that big chasm of a hole in our sound. It wasn't that he did a bad job on the recordings but now that I had heard our stuff with him playing with us everything else sounded empty. After we had finished the recordings, I could do nothing but shake my head, Jas saw my look of frustration and just spat it out. "It's good Duke but what we need is for you to pull up your big girl panties, pull on a skirt and jump in with us." He blushed and tried to make a joke out of it but he was obviously feeling humiliated by it all. At our next rehearsal Jas came charging in and went straight for the PA, she plugged in her MP3 player and turned up the system to max and there blasting through the airwaves was our songs that we had just recoded, but Duke had overlaid his vocals and guitar over the top, god damn it they sounded perfect, everything that had been missing was now there pounding in our ears. I was frustrated and angry. "Why the hell did you bring that along Jas, you know we decided we wanted to keep our all girl status. I know that sounds good, but what's the point?" Jas had a huge smile on her face. "The point is babe, I have seen him and he is hot just like Molly said. He looks just like a cute girl, I'm telling you this could work, jeez listen to that sound it's awesome." Cindy nodded along. "Yeah he's good alright." I had to play devil's advocate. "But he said he doesn't do it anymore." Jas laughed. "Oh he does it alright, he's just shy and insecure. He is apprehensive about whether he can pass as a girl but god knows why? He or should I say she is sexy as hell." "So what do we do?" Jas laughed. "Molly is working on him, she thinks he will do it." So it was organised at our next rehearsal he was going to turn up in drag. Fucking hell I couldn't believe we were even considering this as an option...a fucking tranny jeez we would get laughed off the stage if anyone found out. Still there was that thought, he made us sound so good... When I arrived at rehearsal I was a little late and there was already noise filtering out. OK this was it, I wondered what he would look like? All I could think of was drag queen... When I walked in I was stunned, no it was more than stunned he took my breath away. There on stage was this gorgeous sexy looking chick that looked like she walked straight out of the Banshee's. I couldn't hold back my dismay. "Jesus fucking Christ." Jas laughed as if to say, "I told you so." And she looked fucking sexy as well, Jesus how she got into those tights I will never know. Cindy walked in behind me and I heard her cry out, "Oh hell no!" Rehearsal was nothing short of amazing everything I had dreamed we could be. Jas was off on a different planet the dirty little slut was all over Duke like icing on a cake. She danced around him, right up in his face like she normally saved for me. Yes I'll admit I was jealous, but god damn it she was hot. Afterwards we sat around and talked and it was Jas who suggested we vote. It was unanimous even if I had reservations. I asked, "So what do we call you?" Molly blurted out, "Mimi." So that's how Mimi was born. The lips were now a four piece and we were hot. The battle of the bands better look out... We were coming like a god damned out of control freight train.