Triple Threat Prequel 1 - The Very First Band

“I got an idea.” Chad said as he lay next to me on his bed. He picked up my hand. “You should join “Reckless,” we need you.”

I laughed. “Join your band? You’re kidding?”

“I’m not. You’re so much better than Phil. And you know all our songs too.”

That was true; he and I played them all the time. We also did a lot of Gasoline’s music as well. “True, but they would never let me play.”

“You just have to prove it to them.”

I turned to him and smiled. “You really think I can do it?”

His fingers traced the edge of my face. “Of course I do. You’re beautiful and talented, the perfect combination.” A finger slowly slid down my neck then into my cleavage. “And showing these babies off wouldn’t hurt. When you gonna let me touch them?”

I grabbed his hand and put it on my hip. “I don’t know, Chad, stop pushing.”

“I’m not pushing just asking.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips. “You turn me on so much.” He put a hand in my hair as he kissed me stronger. “Let me be your first. Please, my baby girl. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

With shaking hands, I pushed his chest. “I’m scared and I’m not ready.”

Suddenly he hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry I asked.”

I could feel how hard his cock was against my thigh and wished I wasn’t full of fear. He would probably be the best lover, but the thought of losing his friendship put the breaks on any thoughts of going that far.

“Baby,” he was running his fingers through my hair. “Are you mad?”

I took a deep breath and put a hand on his waist. “No. Chad, you know I care about you, but… I just can’t lose you.”

“You won’t, I…”

“Chad! We’re here!” We heard shouted outside.

“Fuck man!” Chad groaned and reached into his pants. “They’re gonna tease the hell outta me for this hard on.”

I got off the bed and turned away from him. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, baby, it’s not your fault.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “I gotta learn how to control my dick.”

We walked downstairs and outside to the garage quietly. One of the guys had opened the garage and I could hear Daniel messing around with his drums.

I sat on a folding chair as Chad pulled his guitar out of its case. “I found the perfect rhythm guitarist.” He said to Andy, his band’s singer, as he looked at me and winked.

Biting my lip, I hoped the rest of the band accepted me. There were all girl bands in our high school, but that was not the same.

“Wait, I play rhythm.” Phil countered.

Chad laughed. “Sorry, man, but you suck. We need a roadie anyway.”

“Fuck that, man!” Phil put his guitar on a stand. “You can’t just bring some guy in here after we been working all these months.” He paused a few seconds.  “Hey, what do you mean I suck?”

Daniel was twirling a stick as he sat behind the drum set. “Well you do, dude. None of us wanted to tell you. Guess Chad finally got the balls.”

“If we wanna play gigs, we gotta sound good.” Jay the bassist added.

Phil sat down and pouted for a minute then said. “So where is he?”

“She’s here.”

“Crystal?” Andy laughed loudly. “You gotta be shitting me!” He was quickly doubled over and couldn’t stop.

Daniel sighed. “We can’t have a girl in the band. No-one’d take us seriously.”

“Baby,” Chad handed me his guitar. “Blow them away.”

I smiled widely and got in position to play. I took a deep breath and started the intro Gasoline’s “Devil’s Boy,” assuming the lead role.

When I was done, Chad’s parent’s garage was completely silent. The guys were staring at me with their mouths open, including Andy from the floor, where he had fallen.

“How the hell did you do that?” Daniel broke the silence.

Chad grinned. “She’s amazing, ain’t she?” He kissed my cheek. “See, baby girl. I told you.”

“I know.” I looked up at him towering over me. “You taught me well.”

Phil jumped up. “So, what’re you guys waiting for? She kicks ass! Tell her she can play!”

Andy stood up and came over to Chad and I. “I’m sorry I laughed at you.” He held his hand out. “Welcome to the band.”

I shook his hand as excitement filled me. “Cool, thanks.”

“Now let’s play ‘Fuck ‘Em All.’” Daniel hit a snare drum. “Phil, give her your guitar.”

Phil stood up. “Get the hell outta here! I get kicked out and she plays my Gibson, no way!”

“I got mine right here.” I walked to the back of the garage and opened my case against the back wall. When I had it plugged in, I asked. “Ready?”

Then Daniel started his intro. Soon after Chad came in, I did as well, playing the piece I had written weeks ago for the song. With Chad’s encouragement, I had written a rhythm part for every one of their songs. Phil’s just were not my style. At that moment, I realized Chad was planning on getting me in the band all along.

“Damn!” Jay shouted when it had ended. “That was ten times better.” He cringed and looked towards Phil who was pouting again. “Sorry, man. But she can wail.”

Phil exhaled loudly. “Yeah I know, but you don’t gotta be so happy about it.”

We played several more songs and the guys had the same reaction to them. I smiled when I realized they weren’t going to change their minds. I was really in a band. Finally!

“Chad, enough’s enough.” His mom said as she appeared in the doorway to the house. Then she was gone just as quickly.

He looked around. “Sorry, guys. We gotta wrap it up. My grandma’s coming tonight and you know how my mom is.”

“Yeah, we know.” Andy replied as he grabbed his backpack. “Practice tomorrow right after school.”

When everything was put back in place and the other guys were gone, Chad pulled me into his arms. He leaned down and whispered. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, Chad. I do.” I had known for more than a year that he was in love with me, but kept it to myself because I did not return his feelings.

He ran his fingers through my hair. “Is that why you let me kiss you?” He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

“No. You’re a great kisser.”

“Good.” He breathed then covered my mouth with his, easing his tongue past my lips.

He turned us around and backed me into the wall. The kiss became much more passionate and I closed my eyes, feeling desire come to the surface as I ran my hands up his back. That happened every time, and I did not understand why. He was my best friend.

Chad suddenly slid a hand over my right breast then gently grasped it. I was shocked and not sure what to do.

I felt his cock hardening against my belly. Then I gasped when he pinched my nipple and rubbed it with his thumb. His other hand traveled down until he held my ass, under my skirt. I moaned when he pulled me closer to him, wanting him more than I ever had.

“God, baby,” he softly uttered as he broke the kiss and pressed his body against mine, His hands stayed in place.

I looked up at him. “Chad, you’re playing with my tit.”

He pulled away. “I’m sorry. I just… well I…”

“You got caught up in it?”

“Yeah, my baby girl, you know how much you turn me on.”

“I can see that.” I smiled and looked at his jeans trying to tear open from the wood he was sporting.

He blushed slightly. “Well, you got into it too.”

“I know.” I blushed even more and looked away. “But…”

He sighed. “Don’t say it, please. Not today.” He lifted my chin. “Baby, you can’t say you feel nothing for me.”

“Chad, please.”

He kissed me softly again. “Fine, we’ll both drop it… for now. Come help me make desert.” Then he looked down. “Um, maybe I need to hide this somehow.

I couldn’t help but giggle. “I can’t think of anything that will hide that.” It looked so big and that scared me too.

“Chad, now!” His mom shouted from somewhere. “Stop fooling around.” As if she knew what they had been doing.

He soon sighed with relief. “That did it.”

I glanced down and saw that his bulge was less noticeable. “She’s gonna yell again.” I picked up his hand and pulled him a bit.

“Hang on I gotta close the garage.”

Within minutes, Chad and I were mixing ingredients at the kitchen table. It was something we did once in a while when one of our moms needed help.

Suddenly, Chad touched my nose with his flour covered finger. “Now you look like you’re working hard.”

“Really?” I put some on my hand and smeared it on his cheek.

He laughed. “Pay back is a bitch you know.” Then he slapped my ass, leaving a white hand print.

“You brat!” I pushed his chest, leaving flour and brownie dough on his shirt.

He smirked and pulled his shirt off. “Now what?” I ran after him, but he grabbed me before I could touch him. He lifted me up. “I win. I’m bigger.”

I reached down and grabbed his crotch. Chad instantly let me go. I hit the floor before I saw the startled look on his face. I had never done anything like that to him ever.

Looking up at him, I felt bad. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s okay. You just shocked me. Sorry I dropped you.”

“How did you guys get so messy?” Will asked, as I got to my feet.

I walked away from him and went back to the brownie dough. “None of your business.”

Hands were suddenly on my waist. “Want some help?” Will breathed in my ear as he pressed his body against mine. “Or how about you come with me to The Loft Friday night? I’ll show you a better time than my loser brother.”

“Fuck off, Will.” Chad pulled him away from me.

“Watch your mouth!” Their mom said as she opened the refrigerator.

I sighed. “Ma, Will’s hitting on me again.” I always called her that.

“Will, find a girl your own age.” His mother told him. “You guys made a mess. Oh God, Grandma’s gonna freak out!”

Chad grabbed a rag and started cleaning up the area where we were working. “Mom, relax. She’s not gonna inspect the house.”

“She sees everything.” She started to do the dishes. “Chad can you put the video games away in the living room?”

Chad touched my neck. “I’ll be back, baby. I’m gonna punch Will when I’m done.”

“Don’t.” I whispered. “He’s not worth you getting grounded.”