Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2021 20:27:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Another Day on the Road This is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters ever existed. If you are offended by stories of lesbian rock stars having sex with high school girls, I suggest that you read no further. (Ff, Lesbian High School) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was a weary group that pulled into the Hilton Suites in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The rock band, "Stacy Sharp and the Boleros" had played the night before in Tucson as part of their 23-city fall tour. It had been several years since Stacy had put out a hit record, and the group were playing the B-circuit of mainly college towns. Although they were still a popular commodity, and could count on decent sales at smaller arenas, like "The Pit" in Albuquerque, it was a far cry from the heady days of 10 years before when they were traveling the world, and selling out multiple nights at large venues like Madison Square Garden. Stacy knew that the public were fickle, and that an artist was only as good as their last hit record. There had been many changes to her backing back, the Boleros, over the years. This lineup was a little younger, and they liked to party after shows. Stacy was fine with that, as long as it didn't affect their performances. Stacy had had her own wild days. Now 35, Stacy knew that she had to conserve her energy in order to get through a grueling tour of one-night stands. Stacy had managed to sack out on the bus, and felt relatively refreshed following the six-hour bus ride through the desert, while most of the band and road crew were dragging. It was 10:00 a.m. The concert wouldn't take place until the next night, so everyone would have some rare down time that day. Albuquerque wasn't L.A. or New York, so Stacy hoped that the boys would have some trouble finding mischief to get into. Stacy was the last one off of the tour bus. As she was the star, her road manager would check her and the group into the hotel, and a roadie would bring up her luggage. After that was done, everyone would be free to do what they wanted for the rest of the day. With no media scheduled in Albuquerque, Stacy would be free until a 5:00 p.m. sound check the following day. Stacy's me3dium-length hair had to be died black in order to hide the grey streaks that increasingly began to show up. She still had a youthful face, and tried to look her tough girl rocker role by wearing heavy black mascara, and typically dark clothing. Stacy had a couple of tattoos on her arms, like most rock 'n rollers, but nothing approaching a sleeve. Dressed in a white "wife beater" tank top undershirt, and black jeans. She knew that she had to dress the part at all times in case there were waiting fans, photographers, or even sometimes local TV. She wistfully remembered a time when there were hordes of teenagers noisily banging on her tour bus. It was nerve rattling at the time, but even more nerve rattling when it went away. Carrying a guitar case in one hand, she surveyed the scene. Nope. No crowds. And another hotel that looks just like the one from the night before, and the night before that. Stacy took a deep breath of the clean Albuquerque air, and walked to the hotel lobby. It wasn't a crowd, but there was a very excited teen waiting for Stacy in the lobby. Still wearing her St. Pius X high school uniform, blonde-haired Teresa McEwan was practically bouncing with delight as she greeted her favorite rock star. She had even brought some of Stacy's old vinyl album covers for her to sign. Stacy put her guitar case on the ground to sign the album covers, and genuinely thanked the teen for her great support. She was a little taken aback when Teresa looked at the guitar case and asked if "Denise" was inside. It was not commonly known that Stacy had many years before named her favorite white Gibson SG guitar, "Denise." Only a super, super fan would know that. Stacy smiled broadly, and answered "Yes. I never go anywhere without her." Stacy's interest in the pretty teen was piqued. Stacy began asking her questions. Teresa explained that she was a 15-year old sophomore, and that she had cut school today in the hope of meeting Stacy. Teresa said that she had all of Stacy's albums and CD's, and had her posters on the walls of her bedroom, and that she "loved" her. Teresa was a pretty blonde with green eyes. Maybe 5'4" tall. She was similar in height to Stacy. Teresa tried to look rebellious in her school uniform by rolling up her sleeves, and hiking up her skirt just a bit since she was off school grounds. Her white knee socks and the pig tails on the sides of her head were a dead give away as to how young she really was. Stacy had never hidden the fact that she was a lesbian. One of the perks of being on the road were the groupies. After a show, girls were often available. This week Stacy Sharp and the Boleros were in town. Next week it might be Duran Duran or Journey. The girls didn't really seem to care if you were or weren't a guy, just as long as you were a Rock Star. Teresa might be a pleasant diversion for her afternoon off, Stacy thought. She didn't usually chase jailbait, so Stacy would take it slow and careful before seeing if Teresa would be willing, or at least cooperative. Stacy wouldn't mind some fresh pussy, but she didn't want to be arrested. Teresa was delighted when Stacy invited her up to her room to "talk." Stacy even let Teresa carry her guitar case, with "Denise" inside. Opening the door, the room certainly appeared to be elegant to a 15-year from New Mexico. In truth it was just another industrially decorated mini-suite, like the hundreds and hundreds that Stacy had stayed in before when on the road. Albuquerque or Dayton. They all looked the same. Stacy told Teresa to help herself to anything she liked from the mini-fridge. This was a test of Stacy's to see how wild Teresa might actually be. Teresa pulled out a Diet Coke, and not one of the Vodka or Tequila mini bottles. "Hmmm," thought Stacy. Teresa was invited to get comfortable, and to take off her school blazer. Teresa was interested in looking at some of Stacy's stage outfits, and the acoustic guitar that the roadies were instructed to always place in her room. Stacy never knew when a melody or some song lyrics would come in to her head, so she always made sure that a guitar was nearby for writing purposes. Stacy honestly believed that she still had another hit or two inside of her. Looking at the Ovation acoustic guitar, Teresa kept a respectful distance, and made sure not to touch anything she wasn't invited to. Stacy was impressed with the girl's manners, and began to ask herself in her head if she should maybe refrain from trying to fuck the kid after all? Stacy was further torn when she noticed that Teresa appeared to be packing an impressive pair of tits underneath her plain, white school blouse. Teresa off-handedly remarked that she was learning to play guitar. That was just what Stacy needed. She invited the teen to pick up the guitar, and play a few chords. The 15-year old blonde, gently lifted the guitar from the small stand. Seeing no strap, she sat on a chair to play. Teresa played a standard A7 barre chord to see if it was in tune. Teresa didn't know that a roadie was assigned each day to ensure that all of Stacy's guitars were in tune. Teresa began to fairly skillfully play some riffs from popular songs. Teresa made no claims beyond that she was "learning to play the guitar." Clearly, Teresa had some natural talent. Judging by her finger positioning, she had definitely been practicing. When Teresa was done, Stacy clapped. She was genuinely impressed with the 15-year old. Teresa wasn't Eddie Van Halen, but if she continued, she could be very proficient on the guitar. Teresa confessed that she and her best friend were hoping to form a band. Stacy offered to teach Teresa a few new chords. Teresa beamed. Stacy invited the teen to sit on her leg, and she would show her the chords. The pretty blonde maneuvered her plaid school skirt so that she could comfortably sit on Stacy's leg. Stacy had a fetish for school girl outfits, and particularly enjoyed Teresa's moving around her knee in order to find a comfortable position. Stacy wondered what was underneath that skirt? Teresa brought up the guitar to a comfortable position on her lap. and Stacy reached both arms around the teen to access the guitar. Stacy was wearing only a white "wife beater" tank top undershirt and no bra. Stacy's nipples were now aroused, and she bore her chest into Stacy's back. Receiving no reaction, Stacy playfully twirled one of Teresa's blonde pig tails, and said, "You're such a pretty girl." "Thanks," was Teresa's response. Reaching her pick hand around the teen, Stacy managed to rub against Teresa's right breast. Again, Stacy received no reaction. This was going to be harder than Stacy thought. Stacy was good to her word, and genuinely helped the 15-year old to learn several new and tricky chords. Hoping the teen would pick up on just one of her many flirting hints, Stacy sniffed Teresa's hair, and jokingly unbuttoned a couple of buttons from her white school blouse. Getting exasperated, Stacy asked Teresa if her skirt was wool. Teresa nodded yes, while still playing some of the just-learned chords. "Oh gosh!" Stacy feigned, "I'm allergic to some types of wool." "I don't want to stop your lesson, so would you mind taking off your skirt?" Stacy could feel Teresa freeze for a second. Had she gone too far? "It's just us girls," Stacy tried to reassure the teen. Teresa carefully put the guitar to the side, got off of Stacy's lap, and began to unzip her skirt, folding it neatly over an armchair. Three of Teresa's buttons were now undone, showing glimpses of a simple white bra. Teresa's ample cleavage demonstrated that her breasts were quite large for a 15-year old. Stacy, experienced with breast sizes, speculated that they must be 36-C's or even D's! A pair of robins-egg blue bikini panties were peaking out from underneath the tails of Teresa's white blouse, as she wriggled back on to Stacy's leg to continue her once-in-a-lifetime guitar lesson. "Oh, that's better," said Stacy, as she pretended to innocently position Stacy by stroking one of her inner thighs. As Teresa continued to play, Stacy's free hands began to roam. Her left was on Teresa's now-exposed leg, and her right hand began to tentatively probe underneath Teresa's blouse, and tracing the outlines of the teen's bra. Teresa suddenly stopped playing, and Stacy froze. Teresa said, "Do you wanna know a secret?" Stacy gulped, and slightly nodded her head. Teresa continued, "Sometimes when my best friend, Monica, and I are making out, I pretend that she's you." With that, Teresa gently put the guitar back on the stand. Facing Stacy, Teresa removed her blouse, and placed it next to her skirt. She then removed her bra to reveal a pair of womanly sized breasts with pink nipples. Teasing Stacy, she proudly shook them from side-to-side like an exotic dancer, and said. "I think you were trying to cop a feel of these." This time facing Stacy, Teresa, dressed in only a pair of knee socks and blue bikini panties, straddled the rock star on the chair, tilting her head forward to be kissed. Stacy not only kissed the teen, but she had latched on to both of Teresa's large tits, and was kneading them like pizza dough. Teresa put her arms around Stacy's neck, and began to grind on Stacy's lap, as she had heard was done in Las Vegas lap dances. So far the effort had been worth it for the rock star. She would soon be rewarded with some fresh teen pussy. This wouldn't be some hurried backstage fuck before having to jump on the tour bus. This was Stacy's day off, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. Stacy said that one of her favorite things to do was relax in a jacuzzi. All the wear and tear of jumping and running around onstage beat up her petite body. She made sure that whenever possible, her tour manager booked her a room with a jacuzzi. Stacy invited the semi nude teen into the bathroom, and turned on the water. Stacy had been fully dressed the whole time. She whipped off her "wife beater" top, revealing her small, but still perky tits. Both nipples were pierced. Removing her tight black pants, Teresa was surprised that Stacy was wearing boy shorts underwear. Teresa had removed her knee socks by now. As the jacuzzi continued to fill, Teresa removed her panties. Stacy reached over to touch Teresa's sparse, golden pubic hair, and pretty, young pussy. Now completely nude, Teresa had a very athletic-looking body, and looked much more mature than a typical 15-year old. Her bubble-butt was that of the gymnast that she used to be before discovering rock and roll. For a hotel room, it was a pretty big jacuzzi, and could easily fit four or more. Teresa was now even sadder that she couldn't convince her best friend, Monica to ditch school too. A threesome would have been a lot of fun. But, Teresa happily remembered that she would have her favorite rock start all to herself. Stacy entered the jacuzzi first, the water whooshing. Her black bush was as dark as the hair on her head. Stacy beckoned for the gloriously nude teen to join her. Stacy grabbed Teresa's hand for balance as she entered. At first they were facing each other. Teresa's pale boobs and pink nipples were above the waterline. Stacy opened her legs and beckoned the teen to once again sit in front of her. Teresa giggled as one of Stacy's hands began to fondle her breasts. She then gasped when she felt Stacy's other hand entering her pussy. At first it was slow, and a single finger. Soon, two fingers were rhythmically going in and out of her young pussy, and she experienced her first "big girl" orgasm, which caused her legs to quiver below the warm water. Teresa sat at the top of jacuzzi entrance, and spread her young legs wide. Stacy filled the gap with her head, and began to lustily eat away at the 15-year old's pussy. Whether it was the jacuzzi jets, or the virgin pussy, Stacy's back was feeling much, much better. The pair dried off and spent the rest of the early afternoon engaged in every sexual position that Stacy had ever learned. Teresa received an early education that day, which included her first 69, and her first time having someone eat out her asshole. She was thrilled with the whole thing, and anxious to share what she had learned with her best friend, Monica. At around 3:00, Teresa announced that she had better head home before anyone started to get suspicious. Teresa knew that she would eventually be caught for skipping school, but that would it take a few days before the school notice to go out. That would give her the whole weekend, and she would worry about it after the concert at the "Pit." A couple of weeks of being grounded seemed a small price. Knowing that Teresa would be getting dressed and leaving soon, Stacy made another run with her hands and her mouth on Teresa's big tits. She asked the teen if she had tickets to the concert? "Of course!" replied Teresa, but she had to admit that she and Monica could only afford tickets in the back portion of the arena. Stacy excused herself for a moment in order to make a phone call. When she returned, Teresa was putting on her school blazer. No one could tell from looking at the teen that she had spent the day fucking a 35-year lesbian rock star. There was a knock at the door. Though topless, Stacy chose to answer it. When she returned, she handed Teresa a pair of front row seats. "For you and Monica," Stacy announced. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As the house lights went down, the "Boleros" began to play one of Stacy Sharp's big hits. A lone spotlight shone on the stage, Stacy walked on in a black leather jump suit that was cut all the way down to the navel. Her white Gibson SG strapped over her shoulder. "Hello, New Mexico!" Stacy shouted into the mic. Stacy spotted Teresa in the front row, jumping and shouting to the music. Beside her was a petite dark-haired beauty. "I like Albuquerque," thought Stacy. "Next time I'm back here I'm going to fuck the little friend, too. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End Please support this wonderful site.