A short-lived relationship between incredible sexual exploration and music

I had just turned 16 and was in full swing of the whole “teenager” thing. School wasn’t all that exciting, however, I was very involved with various sports, obviously, girls showed some interest because of the teams I played for, but not anything special.

I had been dabbling with playing the guitar for a few years and that’s when the decision was made, its time to start a garage band. I approached two of my close friends with the idea and they agreed wholeheartedly. The search was on for a rhythm guitarist and a drummer, eventually, the spots were filled and we were off.
One of the most challenging things was a place to rehearse as we played a rather strange eclectic mix of Grunge, underground and metal music. Fred (we will call him), our Bassist, had just finished school and started his own business and owned a medium-sized warehouse in an industrial area not very far from where we all lived and subsequently we turned an aria of the warehouse into a rehearsal/studio. This was ideal as we did not have to worry about Nabours complaining about the noise and we were not limited to when we could practice.
Before long the news that we had started this “band” and that we had access to this warehouse in a rather secluded area spread like wildfire. We grew more and more popular, with that our appearance changed, more suited to the expectation of everyone around us, in my case especially what the girls wanted, therefore the long black hair became a necessity. At this time I had all but given up on performing well at school and also dropped out of all sports activities I was involved in. My goal was to focus on the music and enjoy the attention of the girls on the side. Boy was I in over my head, after just our first live show at a music bar, things changed drastically. Our practise sessions (which we had at least one every day after school, as two of the members had work commitments during the day) were constantly bombarded with kids of all ages wanting to come an listen and indulge in the alcohol and weed that was free-flowing, this is also where a lot of “questionable” females made there presence known. Arriving in very “skimpy” outfits, to say the least, this I just could not resist and so my ticket on the sexual experiences train was stamped.
Practice after practice I had to interrupt our flow as I would be given a “look” by a girl and just know that NOW would be the time, we would slip off to the office area of the studio and we would go to town like there was no tomorrow. Oh my God, we shagged allot. Theses experiences with naughty girls were only topped by a couple of times that multiple girls would approach and group sessions became the norm.
It didn’t take long for me to fall head over heels in LUST with one of these girls, at that time I was 17 years old and our band was making a name for itself in the town were lived, we had been invited to a few festivals and did a few larger shows at easter events and so on, all the time keeping our weekly spot at the local underground metal bar. One of these nights were busy setting up for the show, and during a soundcheck, I was approached by a girl who had become a bit of a groupie, I accepted and she dragged me outside, we could not wait to find an appropriate place to succumb to the lust, this is when she pushed me up against a glass window, dropped my pants and started sucking me off, at some point during this activity I turned my head to see what building I was leaning against, to my horror (and a bit of pleasure) it was the side window with a full view of the kitchen to the local restaurant, it must be the quickest I had ever pulled my pants up and started running. After that particular show, the same girl and one of her friends invited me to there apartment for some nefarious activities.
All of this came crashing down not long after I turned 18, as work became a necessity and the band split up. It was around that time that I also met my future wife, and as they say, the rest is history.

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