First of all, I would like to thank all of my fans for being so patient. Almost an year had past by since I had written my last story. But if you haven't read any of my last ones, please do. Otherwise you might find yourself lost in this one.
My first story -"Hot Doctor Ashlynn"
First installment of this series -"Back to School"
Second installment of this series -"Back to School- Part 2 (Night Out)"
This is the longest story I had ever written, but I promise you it's worth it.
I had put a lot of effort into this story, so feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thank you and enjoy the story ;)
It was the middle of October. I could hear soft drips of rain falling all around me. It was around two in the morning and the rain was starting to die down.
I slowly flexed my fingers trying to get the stiffness out of my joints. I was writing a song for the school’s talent show. I had been spending these couple of nights wide awake, struggling to write it. My thoughts were a blank, and I hoped that the rain would give me some sort of inspiration.
And luckily, after three longs days of staying up late, lyrics flowed from my mind onto the paper effortlessly.
I had only a week to write a few songs before the school had the auditions. The winner of the talent show had the opportunity to get noticed by important people that funded our school.
I took a short break and took in the sight from my patio. The rain made the street lights reflect on the pavement. Giving them an eerie glow. The trees were completely bare as they prepared for another winter, and their wet, colorful leaves were strewn randomly across the neighborhood. Most people say rain is depressing. But to me, it looked beautiful. It gave me the inspiration I needed to write. The rain washed away the city's true façade and replaced it with glowing streets of orange and white.
I take in a fair amount of cool fresh air, then continued writing. It was easy for me to become obsessed with it, and I wouldn't stop till I was sure that it was perfect. But soon enough, fatigue got the better of me, making my eyes heavier by the minute. I gave my work one last quick overview then headed off to bed.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of loud knocking at my door. I glanced at the clock on the right side of my bed. Twelve O' clock. Four hours later than the usual time I get up.
"I'm coming!" I called, sauntering my way downstairs.
I was too exhausted. I wasn’t in the mood for any visitors. Taking a nice cold shower would defiantly perk me up, so I made quick mental note to do that later.
“What’s up Dave?” Michael asked, once I answered the door.
Michael was a close friend of mine. We’ve known each other for at least three years. Since I was fourteen. Even though he was a year younger than me, he was a lot taller. He was about 5' 8" while I was 5' 6". So it seemed like he was older than me. He was a real humorist, which is why we became instant friends. He was always the life of the party and was a lot more outgoing than I was. He was the sort of person you would want to have as a friend.
He had recently cut his afro looking hair down to just a few inches, and it took me a while getting used to recognizing him. He seemed a lot shorter now. He had light-dark skin and was wearing a bright green t-shirt with brownish shorts. Considering the weather we had- which was up to ninety degrees- I'm surprised he wasn't nude. Even though it was October, it was still pretty hot outside.
"Hey." I replied plainly. He stared at me concerned.
"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." He asked without his usual sarcastic tone. He seemed genuinely worried.
"I'm alright. Just a little tired." I said, downplaying my actual fatigue. He frowned.
“You're still staying up late trying to write those songs again, aren’t you?” He scolded.
“I told you that we would help with most of it. So take it easy.”
“Yeah I know.... I’m just nervous.” I explained.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be great.” He assured me, tapping me on the shoulder.
Mike was part of my band, Illumination. There were five of us, Me, Michael, Nicholas, Adam, and Mason.
Michael was our rapper. He came up with great lyrics, so Mike and I were the main songwriters for the band. He was also the backup singer along with Nick.
Nicholas was the guitarist and he was really good at it. Every time I see him play, it made me want to learn how to play the guitar. Honestly, I wasn't that good with it.
Mason was our bass guitarist. Most of the music he writes had a blues/jazz vibe to it. And he could make it fit into any song we came up with. No matter what genre it was. His role in our band defined us. Because Mason had brought a different kind of sound that separated us from everyone else. He was basically the backbone of Illumination.
Adam was our drummer. The tempo he kept throughout a song, without even getting tired, was unbelievable. He kept us on track, not only with his steady beat of drums, but by his constant bitching. Mostly at me, because I'm more of a soft, romantic kind of piano player. And when we played an upbeat song, he would scold me, "You're going too slow!"
He was right most of the time. Other times he would say it, just to tick me off. Even though he was an asshole sometimes, he was a really good friend.
And last but not least, David -Me- was the band's main singer, songwriter, and pianist. I usually played the piano while I sang, on most of the songs we've wrote. Michael and Adam helped me write the song's melodies, which had to be really catchy, so it was difficult to do it alone.
We formed the band just two years ago.
Back then it was only Michael, Nick, and I. We've had the idea of starting a band, but we needed more members. Luckily, we had met Adam and Mason an year later, after enrolling in Washington High; on a school field trip. We’ve all been close friends ever since.
We practiced at my house on the weekends, since my house was huge and all. But lately, we've been having them more frequently; getting ready for the talent show. It meant a big deal to us. We've all had the dream of becoming famous musicians one day. And this was the first big opportunity that we've gotten.
"Yeah, you’re right. Come in. Let me take a quick shower so I can wake up." I said showing him in.
"You can watch T.V. or something until I get out." I suggested, pointing at the remote.
My house was pretty big. There were five bedrooms in all. Three of them were upstairs, which belonged to my parents and I. With the remaining room being an exercise room. And the other two rooms were downstairs. One of them was used as a guest room, and the other was a HUGE room that my parents let me use for a studio. It wasn't a "professional" studio, it was more like a Rec room. I usually spent more time in that room than I do in my own.
"Your parents still in Minnesota?" Mike asked, making himself comfortable on the sectional couch.
Our living room was pretty big too. A 32 inch flat screen T.V. hung from the wall, while three couches sat around it. A loveseat, a sectional, and the chair my dad always loved to sit on when he watched a football game.
"Yeah. They said they might be back in three days. Snowstorm held them up." I replied, heading for the shower.
My parents had went to visit some relatives in Minnesota. They trusted me enough to leave me here. It's not like I didn't want to go, but I had too much on my plate. With state testing and the talent show to balance out, staying home was the best option right now. Besides, I would go next month for my cousin's birthday anyway.
I was half way toward the bathroom, which was past the living room, until Mike called, "Mind if I invite a couple people over?"
"Yeah, whatever!" I replied, not taking notice to his question. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts.
What did he say? I asked myself once I closed the door behind me. I figured it wasn't important and stripped my clothes off.
I took a quick glance in the mirror. My light brown hair was a little messy, but that's how I usually styled it. My hazel eyes were somewhat red from waking up and my face was pale. I looked wasted. Mike was right. I do need a break.
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I had completely skipped breakfast. I rubbed it, thinking as if the hunger would go away magically. I had a small six pack that I had been working on over the summer. I looked down at my shaved, uncircumcised cock. It was about 7 inches when it was fully erect and the girth was around 5 1/2 inches. I was pretty proud of it.
After looking myself over, I adjusted the water and jumped in the shower. The cold water instantly woke me up.
Half an hour later, I finished. Shit! I cursed at myself. I forgot to wash the towels. It had completely slipped my mind. I stood there for a second trying to come up with a solution. The stairs leading up to my room, was just past the living room. So I decided to make a run for it, hoping Mike wouldn't notice. I slowly peered out the bathroom door to check if the coast was clear. Once I was sure he was still in the living room, I sprinted.
Mike was still sitting on the couch, watching T.V. with his back towards me.
"Hey wait, there's someon-" He began, turning his head. But I ignored him and ran upstairs. I closed my bedroom door and rested my head against it. That was close. I thought.
"This is a really nice guitar. How much did your friend pay for it?" A girls voice asked behind me. My stomach tightened. I made myself turn in the direction it came from. There was a girl standing in the middle of my room, examining a Gibson guitar I had hung up on the wall.
She seemed to be around my age, seventeen. She was wearing a bright orange t-shirt that pressed tightly against her body. Showing some cleavage of her perky D-cupped breasts. She was also wearing tight fitting blue jeans that clearly outlined the shape of her nice round ass. And I could just barley make out a thong. She twirled a lock of red hair around one of her fingers as she was fixated on my guitar. I was frozen in place from the shock.
"Can't you hear m-" She began to ask irritated, but couldn't finish her sentence as she turned staring at my completely naked body.
"No more towels." I explained stupidly.
"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were Michael." She apologized softly, gaping at my cock.
"I'm Jackie, a friend of his sister's. He called and asked if I wanted to hang out with a few friends today." She continued sheepishly, redirecting her gaze to my eyes.
"He told me you played music and I wanted to see your instruments."
We stood in awkward silence for a moment until she said, "I guess I'll let you get dressed then."
"Yeah..." I agreed, unable to find anything else to add.
She walked past me to the living room, but not before my peripheral vision caught a small grin spread across her face.
I stood in front of a mirror hung up on the wall. I finally looked presentable. The redness from my eyes had completely disappeared and my face wasn't as pale anymore. I took some hair-gel and ruffled it into my hair. For some reason, I never liked having my hair too straight. After I was done with that, I reached in my almost empty closet and put on a white t-shirt. It seemed a little small because it pressed tightly against my abdomen, outlining some of my muscles. I had no other shirts to wear. So I had to make due with what I had for now. With my parents gone, I had to do all the washing. I hated it cause it took forever, but I knew that sooner or later, I'd run out of clean clothes. So I decided to wash everything tonight. I then slid on straight-legged blue jeans and made my way to the living room.
"Whoa. Is this a party or something?" I asked cheerfully as I found Mike, Jackie, Nick, Mason, Adam, Adriana, and April sitting on the couches.
Seeing all my friends quickly boosted my spirits.
Nick scoffed playfully, "You can't throw a party, you're too lazy."
"If it was a party, you wouldn't be invited." I joked with a grin.
Everyone laughed.
Nick sat in the middle of Mike and Jackie on the sectional couch. He was my age, but he could be real immature sometimes. Nick was the sort of guy who always had something clever to say. "A wise guy" I would call him. Mike and I had met him three years ago at school. "The three musketeers." He used to call us, before we had met Adam and Mason. It seemed cheesy, but it grew on us for a while. I was more closer to Michael and Nick than I was to Adam and Mason. Probably cause I've known them longer.
Nick wore a light blue t-shirt with Hawaiian designed shorts. His blonde hair was styled straight forward, reminding me of a surfer's.
"Hey, David. Michael called us. He said you looked down this morning so he to invited us over." Adriana told me.
Adriana was my girlfriend. She went to our school- Washington High- and attended there for three years. The same year Mike, Nick, and I enrolled. She was funny, friendly, and almost perfect in every aspect of her personality. She never really noticed me for the first two years, but all that changed just last month when I asked her out. Well technically she asked me out, but I convinced myself otherwise. And on that same day, we had an incident with our health teacher, Ms. Star. But that's a whole other story.
Anyway, she was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Adriana had light brown hair with red streaks of highlights. She styled her hair in curls that seemed humanly impossible to achieve, which would make me wonder how she would always have it so perfect. She wore a pink tank top, showing a fair amount of cleavage against her D cupped breasts, with shorts ending just above her knee, showing the never ending smoothness of her legs.
"We can hang out here can't we?" Adriana asked, motioning me to sit next to her on the love seat. Her bright green eyes beamed at me. She was unimaginably beautiful in every way. And her eyes would especially stand out, leaving me speechless.
"Yes, of course." I smiled reassuringly, sitting next to her.
"Hey lover boy. You know we're part of the band too, right?" Adam asked pointing an accusing finger at me.
"I've been working on some of the lyrics too you know. If you keep staying up so late, you'll be too exhausted to perform."
Adam sat on my dad's chair. He was the "tough guy" in the band. Even though he was my age, he thought he was tougher than me. He would get ticked off over the stupidest shit, but don't get me wrong, he was a good friend. If we ever got jumped at school or something, he would be there to back us up, no matter what. He wore a black shirt with a pair of jeans.
He combed his fingers through his black short hair. It was crazy how fast his hair would grow. One week he would get his hair cut and the next two weeks he would have it down to his shoulders. So I was guessing he had just gotten a hair cut a day ago or so.
"So have I." Mason chimed in, holding up a piece of paper filled with writing. He was squeezed at the end of the couch besides Jackie. He was always the optimistic, peacemaker type of person. Being the oldest at eighteen, he seemed like the adult. He had kept me from kicking Adam's ass one time, fighting over the T.V. remote. I know stupid right? He was dressed colourfully with a green shirt with a pair of blue shorts. His brown hair flowed down his forehead covering his right eye. He brushed it aside, examining my guilty face with both eyes now.
"I know, Mike gave me that speech already... Sorry." I apologized softy. I guess they felt as if I had left them out.
"Well, can I see what you all written so far then?" I asked.
"We can go to your studio. But just to hang out, not write any songs. We came here to help you relax." Mason replied sternly.
"I don't need to be treated like a baby." I said, rolling my eyes.
"You have a studio?" April asked surprised. April was Adam's girlfriend. Even though he had just met her a month ago, she fit right in with the gang. I liked her, she was witty, smart, friendly. A great overall personality in general. She was wearing a bright red tank top covering up her DD breasts. Out of all the girls in the room, she was probably the bustiest. Along with the tank top, she wore a pair of shorts that were so short, I had mistaken them as underwear at first glance. She sat on Adam's lap, beaming at the idea that I had a "professional" studio.
"Not a professional one. It's just a room where we practice and keep our instruments." I corrected her. "Come on. I'll show you."
"Wait, This is Jackie." Mike interrupted, introducing us.
"Hi." Jackie said, forcing a nervous smile. I just realized she hasn't said a word while we were talking. She was probably still thinking about our naked run in a few minutes ago, because she kept glancing at Adriana, expecting her to lash out or something.
"She's a friend of my sisters. She told me she plays music too. She asked if she could see us play." Mike continued.
"Sure thing." I replied, leading everyone to the Rec room.
"This is so cool!" April exclaimed, once we walked in.
She sat on the grand piano and played a few notes.
"You never told me you had all this." Adriana told me, examining the dozen of guitars hung up on the wall.
Not all of the guitars were mine. Most of them were Mason's and Nick's. They asked me if they could keep most of their guitars here, since they didn't have enough room at their houses. Adam even left his drum set here. It was rested beside my grand piano along with some equipment that was used for recording, and a couple of amplifiers. It was basically a stage in here. Everything could be plugged in and played at a moments notice.
"Think you can sing for us?" Jackie asked me shyly, standing by a microphone.
"Of course he can." Nick answered for me, plugging in a guitar.
"But- No buts. Come on." Mike interrupted me, handing me the microphone.
"You don't have stage fright do you?" Adam snickered as he positioned himself on his drums.
"This isn’t a stage." I shot back playfully as I fiddled the mic in a stand that connected to the piano.
"You know what I mean." He said.
"What song should we play then?" Mason asked, picking up a bass guitar.
"Let's do a cover of... Pleasure, by Maroon 5. Most of our songs aren't finished yet." I answered. It was one of my favorite songs.
I looked toward Adriana. She sat criss-crossed on the floor with April and Jackie, watching us excitedly. I was kind of nervous. This was the first time we've played in front of somebody, besides ourselves.
"Ready?" I asked the them. They nodded in response.
I started the intro with the piano. Working my way toward the first verse.
Nick joined in with his slow, rhythmic guitar. Then Adam came in with his steady beat of drums. Then Mason with bass. Once my part came in, I took a deep breath and began,
♫Hotter than the hesitation
Was the, way you looked around then
Acting like some older women, you moved in
Pinned me to the ground, I couldn't stop youuu
Making my imagination jealous of
A picture perfect situation
-Mike and Nick sang along during the chorus-
She has got, me locked up, tighter than I thought
She's a quick licking pleasure sucker
Hotter than a motherfucker
And she knows who she is
And she gives me whatever I want
I, retire to my room
Think of her as my vacation from myself
As she goes off with someone else
I sit (here) alone in desperation
Contemplating masturbation
I lean back serious slacka, heart attack
She has got, me locked up, hotter than I thought
She's a quick licking pleasure sucker
Hotter than a motherfucker
She has got, me locked up, hotter than I thought
She's a quick licking pleasure sucker
Hotter than a motherfucker
-Nick came in with his funky guitar solo-
Ohhhhh
She has got me, locked up, tighter than I thought
She's a quick licking pleasure sucker
Hotter than a motherfucker
And she knows who she is
And she gives me whatever I want
She has got, me locked up, tighter than I thought
She's a quick licking pleasure sucker
Hotter than a motherfucker
And she knows who she is
And she gives me whatever I want♫