"Come on Porter Let's roll," he said in a strong commander's voice. I had a strong suspicion that most of it was an act for me. He didn't seem like a ...ommand kind of guy. "Stop by the armory and pick up a shotgun," he demanded. I'll wait for you at the car."The shotgun was a really old Winchester Pump. It looked as though it might have been surplus from a federal prison. I have no idea why I thought that, I just did. I also drew a bandoleer of shotgun shells."Put it in the trunk and lets go,". When I got home I knew there would be no one waiting for me. I looked through the window of the bar. So many people, so happy and... Together.That’s when I spotted him. He was along the end of the bar. One man sitting on his own in a clamor of other people, no one paying him mind. He sat looking at his phone, with a drink in his hand. This time, I wasn't scared to look like the creepy stalker. This time, no thought other than the numbing loneliness I felt in my heart and the flicker of a hope. We were getting a rep as a good party band! We were the happiest guys in school — and I was soon to learn there is more to music than I thought! We played a birthday party for one of the popular chicks, Jody, in school and we impressed her and her mom to the point where her mom, Jo, asked me over to the parents table for a discussion on doing a grownup party the next weekend. Heavy stuff for us as til then we mainly did school stuff and backyard get togethers with lots of chaperons to keep the. In a staggered pattern this time that brought her mouth once again to my nipples, a good hard suck with a pop to insure that they stayed nice and hard and red. Her kisses continued lower, reaching my belly button, she swirled her cold tongue in it and licked it out. As her kiss reached my panty line, it began to tickle a little, which caused me to lift my butt off the floor and almost push my pussy into her cold mouth. Her kisses reached my bald mound; I let out a gasp this time instead of.