This is my first attempt at any type of Erotic story. So please leave me comments or email me with tips. I hope to write more chapters and stories.
Thanks, "Hygiene."
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I was twenty-two years old. I was from a college town in Alabama. I was a musician and never had any trouble getting girls. A couple of friends and I were always fans of the bands Phish and Grateful Dead. We were the normal college "wanna-be" hippies. I played guitar, my buddy Felber played bass, a guy we met named Bryant who played drums/percussion, and finally Hunter on the keys. All of us were pretty "fratty" and had met when we all pledged the same fraternity. We all liked to drink, smoke pot, and just jam for hours at the frat house. We had a pretty large group of followers around campus and around the town.
We started playing at the house, at parties, and soon found what we thought was our true calling: bars! We would get high and go play at the bars around the town. We made good money and met good girls. This is where our story begins.
It all started as a normal day. I woke up at the house and took a shower, smoked a bowl and a cigarette and went to my boring Inorganic Chemistry class. About thirty minutes into the two hour class I got a text message from Bryant. Bryant told me that I had to find a way to get out of the class and call him immediately. He said it was urgent. So I told my professor that something had happened to a family member (I know it's wrong, but I was young and stoned and didn't care.) My professor was far from understanding but told me that if whatever it was was so important that I could leave. So I ran outside and called Bryant. Bryant answered after the first ring.
"Hey! Dude you are not going to believe what just happened."
"What is going on that is so damn important?"
"I just got a call from the manager of Oasis (a famous club about 30 miles south of Auburn) and he said that he wanted us to come play this Saturday night. He said there would be a fifteen dollar cover charge and that a lot of people requested us!"