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Hmm what can I say about John?

John was my revenge fuck, and is the one I still go and find when I need a cuddle or comfort sex.

He was and probably still is Greg's biggest rival. He was the first coloured guy I had a relation ship with. Johns rivalry with Greg had started when they were quite young because of Johns sister.

He had heard that Greg had dumped me in the Students Union bar of the college they both attended in those days. Apparently Greg was always bragging about his conquests with the girls and Greg had caught him trying to hook up with his sister Rachel.

Anyhow where was I?

John caught me in the small shop I sometimes worked in to help out finances at home and started chatting to me about this and that, and finally Greg. I probably flirted with him a bit, as he was very good looking, perhaps not as tall as Greg, but he did have a certain charm about him. A laugh in his eye's all the time, only dimming when he spoke of Greg. It was a Friday night and I was working till eight o’clock and had intended going off to the pub and seeing a Ska band play. “That’s my mates Richie's band Skatastic I can get you in free if you want?”

I jump at the chance and he arranges to pick me up from home around 9:30. I get home take a quick shower and decide what to wear, as Mum is out at bingo, I can get away with anything tonight, so decide on what I think is my killer outfit, tight cropped t shirt, no bra and the shortest miniskirt I could find, and a tiny pair of panties, now glad that I have trimmed my bush to just a hint of hair, black fishnet stockings finish the outfit with a pair of red 3inch heels. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my nipples pushing the the fabric, a gap between skirt and stocking tops with a line down from the suspenders. Then on to make up, fairly subdued but bright red lippy. He doesn’t have a chance. Not being entirely stupid, I stick my long parka over the top as John knocks on the door.

“Nice Parka, you don’t see too many of them now days”. I open the parka up and he nearly falls backwards. “You gonna get yourself raped if you walk around like that at night girl, but for the gig it will be fine.” We get in the car and drive of to the pub, he talks about the music and bands and I listen, sometimes singing along to the music playing on the Cd player. Parking is a nightmare and we end up about half a mile from where we want to be. Leaving the parka in the boot of the car we walk together down the dark streets, chatting about this and that. The pub comes into view and we wander in, John waves to a big coloured guy on the stage, and we get let in free. Once inside we make our way to the stage area and speak to Richie the lead singer of the band, he looks me up and down as whistles, calls John a dirty dog, proceeds to buy us a drink. Another guy comes up and asks Richie about a girl called Eva,”Not going to be here tonight or likely again” Richie explains that Eva was the backing singer, but had recently had a baby, and now couldn’t find the time to rehearse and gig. “Give Michelle here a go. She can sing well and probably knows most of the lyrics” says John. Richie ask's me if I have sung before, I tell him honestly, only the school choir, and some small bits and pieces in college shows. He talks about the set list and I say I know most of the songs, and the ones I don’t, he tells me not to worry, just dance about on stage as the punters will likely be looking at my tits and arse most of the time. A couple of Vodka and cokes and I am buzzing and ready for the show.

The show starts Set 1, break Set 2 then 3 encores, I thought I was terrible, but Richie comes up to me as we are leaving around 11:30 and gives me £20,” you done good girl! How about you come out and gig with us permanently? Rehearsal's most Wednesday's 8:30pm at the Hall”. I remember nodding acceptance and walked out into the night with John, the cold wind blowing on my bare skin . Shivering I lean in towards John and he wraps his arms around me, leeching his warmth to me. A while later we are back at the car, inside, engine and heater on. “Where to now girl?” he asks. I say nothing but pull his hand away from the steering wheel and place it on the bare flesh at the top of my stockings. “You sure girl?” I nod affirmative scared my voice will betray me, he removes his hand and drives of into the night back to his flat.

 

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