Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2011 04:32:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Melissa Carmichael <sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fun On A Bus Part 1

Fun on a bus

Part 1

I was the bass player in a band called Silky Icon. We were a seven-piece band,
consisting of two girl singers, Melissa and Rachel, our lead vocalist, Darren,
Danny on lead guitar, Bobby on keyboards, Jimmy on drums and myself, Chris, on
bass.
We were a sort of new age glam-rock band, with mostly very long hair, especially
Bobby, Danny and myself. Darren was a beautiful boy, slightly built, with blue
eyes, and long, dark brown, almost black, curly hair, which fell down in
ringlets. He was a girl's dream with a perfect complexion, a pretty mouth and
white, even teeth. The girl fans adored him.
Darren had started the band with Danny and Jimmy only six months previously. The
word had been put around by their manager, John, that they were looking for a
bass and keyboard player. He was very concerned with image and wanted the
musicians to be young and good-looking with long hair.
I had been in another femmy band with Bobby, called the Dark Angels, but that
had broken up. I had known Bobby for about two years and we were great friends.
He was sixteen when we met and already had very long hair, as I did. We had
similar backgrounds, having both lost our fathers at an early age, and been
teased and bullied at school because of our hair. Like me, Bobby had found
solace in music.
He was a fantastic musician, a wonderfully sensitive classical piano player. One
time he played Chopin's prelude in E minor for me and I cried. It is such a sad
piece. He looked so pretty when he played, his mass of long blonde wavy hair
falling down over his skinny shoulders. He looked so much like a girl.
I loved classical music too and played a little cello. We used to get together
and play Mozart pieces sometimes. However, our main love in music now was
rock'n'roll.
We heard about the auditions for Silky Icon and we went down to the rehearsal
place, excited. I had seen Darren perform onstage before. He used to dress in
brightly coloured shirts, which he usually wore open all down the front, to show
off his beautiful smooth chest and cute little nipples, and tight velvet or
satin pants. He wore lipstick and eye makeup. I loved his slinky, seductive
style of singing and so did the girl fans who regularly threw items of underwear
at him.

When we arrived at the audition studio Darren was onstage, checking his
microphone. I noticed there were two very pretty girls sitting onstage at the
back, talking to Danny, his guitarist. Darren saw Bobby and me and I could see
by the smile on his face that he immediately liked us. We had both put on tight
satin pants and camisole tops for the audition; mine was pink and Bobby's lilac.
They were girls' tops. We had washed our hair to make it look soft and fluffy
and put on some lip gloss and subtle eyeshadow. We wanted to look as fem as we
could because we knew Darren was into that look.

We went up on the stage, put down our guitar cases and introduced ourselves to
Darren. I was knocked back by how beautiful he was close up. He shook hands with
us.
"Wow," he said, "you look great. I love your outfits."
Danny looked over and saw us and broke into a smile. He came over and shook
hands warmly. He obviously liked us too.
"I think you're hired," Darren said.
"But we haven't played yet," I protested.
"You've got the look," Danny said.
Danny was very feminine-looking, slender, with long, straight hair like mine,
but his was light brown with blonde streaks, whereas mine was dark. He looked
like he was wearing eyeliner and lipstick. He was very pretty; he really looked
like a girl. He looked at me and Bobby with great interest.
At that moment Jimmy, the drummer, arrived with the manager, John. We were
introduced to them. Jimmy was lean, muscular and handsome, with shortish blonde
hair. He had a lovely, friendly smile. John was tall, good looking, with brown
hair done up in a short ponytail. He kept looking Bobby and me up and down,
smiling all the time. I guessed he liked the way we looked.
"We'd better run through some stuff," he said, in a businesslike tone.
We took out our guitars, plugged them into the amps which had been provided, and
began running through a few songs we all knew. As we played, Danny and Darren
started beaming at us. We beamed back.
The girls, who were called Melissa and Rachel, joined in on a few songs. They
had only joined the week before but sang like pros. They looked very sexy I
thought, wearing extremely short skirts and colourful, skimpy chiffon tops. They
stared at Bobby and me a lot, smiling prettily.
"I think we're a band," said Darren.
He came and shook mine and Bobby's hand warmly.
"You're in," he said.
"Fantastic," said John, nodding his head in agreement.
Bobby and I went back to my apartment to celebrate. We downed several beers each
and sat discussing our good fortune. We got quite tipsy.
"I can't believe we got the gig," said Bobby.
"Darren is so nice," I said, "so is Danny."
They're all nice," Bobby said.
Bobby opened yet another beer and took a huge swig. I did likewise. We soon
finished them and opened more. After two more beers we were feeling wonderful.
"I remember John Levine, their manager," said Bobby, "he used to manage the
Vortex. He's gay but he's a very shrewd businessman."
"Oh yes," I said, "I remember. He had really long hair back then. He was always
staring at me."
"That's because you looked like a girl," said Bobby.
"Well so do you," I said, "especially with that lip gloss on."
Bobby pouted saucily at me.
"Kiss me then," he giggled.
Taking him by surprise, I went over and sat next to him, took his pretty little
face gently in my hands and kissed his lips softly.
"Oh," he said, "that was nice."
We both giggled drunkenly.
"You even kiss like a girl," I said.
"So do you," he said, "you kiss like Leila."
Leila was Bobby's girlfriend.
"Really?" I said.
"Actually better than her," he said, giving me a saucy look.
We looked at each other for a while, uncertain. I had never kissed a boy before.
I don't think Bobby had either. It was a new, exciting feeling.

Nervously we kissed again, for longer this time, a sweet, girly kiss.
"Boys aren't supposed to kiss like this," Bobby said.
I put my arm around his slender shoulders and we kissed again for much longer;
finally parting, breathless.
"Bobby, stop," I said, "we can't do this. We're drunk."
"Why not?" he said, "it feels lovely."
"You look so nice in that top," I said, "so pretty and feminine. Just like a
girl."
I stroked his bare shoulder softly. I noticed he was blushing.
"Danny looks like a girl too," he said.
"I know. He's almost as pretty as you," I said.
Bobby tossed his head girlishly and giggled. He looked so cute I gave him
another kiss on the lips. He looked at me, his pretty lips parted, red and wet
from our kisses.
"Would you kiss Danny too?" he asked coyly.
"I might," I said, "if I was drunk enough. He's got a nice mouth."
Bobby laughed and gave me a gentle push.
"You pervert," he said.
"I've got a feeling we're going to really love this band," I said.
That was my first kissing session with another boy. It was wild; kinky, but very
sexy. Little did I know just how wild things could get.

If you like this story please email me at sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk