For Danielle

The events depicted in this post, although entirely fictional, are based on real desires I have for a certain gorgeous rock queen :P

Enjoy :)

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For Danielle

I nervously walk along the halls, approaching the door to the apartment in anticipation.
As I come closer to the door, I start to hear the feint sounds of an acoustic guitar being strummed from within.
It's just the same note, going from a dull tone to a more sharper crisper sound.

I look down at my tight-fitting v-neck black Green Day t-shirt, straightening it down against the thighs of my silver-leopard print tights, and with a quick adjustment of my boobs which were almost busting out of my top, I reach my hand out and knock on the door.

The guitar suddenly stops, and from within a muffled call cries "Just a minute!", followed by the sound of a dull thud as a bunch of random notes crash out. "Oops!" The voice from within exclaims.

I chuckle to myself as I hear the footsteps approach the door from the other side.
The door opens.

"Hey! So glad you could make it!"
The beautiful adorable girl greets me with nervous energy. Her stylish black glasses make her look all the more adorable and pretty. She's like a oxymoron in a way - a really cool geek!
I hold my arms open and she wraps hers around me, bumping her breasts into mine fairly hard as we hug.

She nervously grits her teeth as she pulls away from our quick hug, probably feeling a little awkward about our unintended chest-pump.
"Please, come in!"
She turns and shows me into her little apartment.

"Thank you for having me."
I thank her as we enter.

She's wearing quite a casual little get up. Just a tight vest top with an almost geeky yet so cool looking musical note joke written on it in a glitter font. Her vest really shows off her amazing breasts and she has on a small little red and white patterned cotton skirt. She has the most amazing youthful energy about her as she moves, like a nervous yet fun-loving teenager despite being in her 20s. And with her geeky slightly quirky cool attitude, makes for an irresistible gal!

"Sorry for the mess."
She says as she moves a couple items of loose clothing to the edge of her bed.
I look around the room, apart from the few bits of clothing, everything looks pretty neat and tidy.

"What mess?"
I puzzle.

She just chuckles apprehensively as she reaches down to pick up her guitar that's laying on the floor beside the bed.

"Right, where shall we begin?"
She turns to look at me with a big bright smile.

I end up sitting on the bed, her guitar resting on my lap, strumming away at it like a complete amateur as she sits beside me, watching and instructing me. Every time she places her hand over mine to position my fingers on the strings for me, I feel an electric bolt run through my body. I keep looking at her, hanging onto every word she speaks yet not taking anything in that she's saying as I'm too lost in watching her sexy lips move to form her soothing words. I want to kiss her. I need to kiss her.

"OK, try it."
She suddenly said.

"...What?"
I jolt back, realising I didn't hear a single word she just said.

"Try it. The note."
She smiles patiently.

"Oh, um."
I look back to the guitar, not knowing what to do.
I nervously strum one of the strings.

"No, silly!"
She giggled.
"The note I just showed you."

"Umm..."
I look up nervously at her. Not wanting to disappoint her, so eager to impress her but clearly failing.

She just laughs at my silliness.

"Here, I'll show you. Properly, this time."
She takes the guitar off of me, and holds it to her stomach as she stands up in front of me.
I watch closely as she begins to play the note in a much more rhythmically way.

"See? How my fingers are placed?"
She teaches me before stopping to pass the guitar back to me and watches me closely as her beautiful shadow looms over me. I should feel nervous with her watching so close to my every moment like that, but it's actually quite calming in a weird way to have her loom over me like that.

I try to copy what she did, but failed to produce anything nearly as good as what she just did.

"It's OK, you'll get it. I'll show you again."
She smiles as I hand her the guitar once more.
Once again she plays the note for me.

"It's no good, I need a better view of what you're doing."
I pipe up to tell her.

She looks at me a little perplexed by my request.
She nervously hums in thought, and moves herself and the guitar ever closer towards my face.

"Not like that."
I giggled, with a cheeky impulse in my mind.
"Turn around."

"Wha...?"
She narrows her eyes at me in nervous confusion.
She then nervously chuckles as she follows my request and turns around. Holding the guitar to her with her back to me.

"Now show me."
I tell her.

"Um... OK...?"
She starts to play the note again.
I forget myself for a moment as I enjoy the view I was now getting from my perspective...

"Y-you can't see the guitar though...?"
She suddenly breaks my wistful concentration.

"Don't worry, I can see just fine..."
I sigh.

She looks over her shoulder, and catches me red-handed checking out her gorgeous butt!
Well, it does look amazing with her skirt just perched gently over the supple curve of her cheeks like that.

Instead of being cross with me for being so cheeky (admiring the cheeky view!), she just grins playfully, and carries on playing the note.
She even purposefully wiggles her butt in time to the rhythm of the note she's playing.

"You know what,"
I suddenly tell her after I nearly drooled,
"You're right, I can't see what you're doing. Come here."
I brazenly place my hands to her hips, and pull her onto me.

She shrieks a playful laugh as she falls onto my lap, nearly knocking me over backwards as she lands on me.
We manage to remain balanced on the springy mattress though, giggling like little schoolgirls as she starts wriggling her bum slightly on me to get into a more comfy position, with the lap/crotch of my tights now becoming her seat.

I put my arms around her waist with the side of the guitar resting on my arms as I cuddle her.
I place my chin onto her shoulder, her gorgeously dark hair caressing my cheek with the sweet soapy flowery aroma of the shampoo she puts in her hair invisibly dancing around my senses. I watch as she quietly plays her guitar for me.

From my angle, I can't help but to look down her top at her breasts. Her gorgeous tits looking so immaculate as the guitar presses against them slightly. And my tits, too, are being pressed on by her back as she leans back against me. I don't know if she can feel them, but my nipples are so clearly becoming real firm, pressing into her back.

"It's nothing to it, really, once you get the hang of it."
She softly speaks, with her words making their soothing sounds in my ear.
"Just takes a bit of practise, is all."

"How long have you been practising for?"
I whisper in her ear.

"Longer than one afternoon."
She giggles.

"Hmm, well, I could happily have you sat here on me, watching you play forever."
My lips are so close to her cheek, I just can't help myself but to nuzzle them against her soft beautiful youthful skin as I speak.

She turns her head sideways, to look at me. Her playful smile beaming at me. She's no longer feeling at all nervous, at least, it's not obvious if she is, but she does still have that aura of excited anticipation about her.

I was now feeling a little more than nervous though, as my hands started to ease there way to the end of her little skirt. I looked at her the whole time, hoping her smile won't change as my fingers walked their way along the inside of her creamy thigh.

"Please don't tell me to stop." I keep nervously thinking to myself as I tickle my fingers closer upwards towards the middle of her legs.
I watch her eyes closely. She never stops smiling. I can sense her heart beating faster but she never says "Stop."
Her smile starts to fade, and she traps her lower lip between her teeth. But she still doesn't say "Stop."

Her legs open up a little wider for me. Granting me permission to continue. She lets me touch her little pussy through the thin fabric of her comfy red thong. I begin to stroke her. To gently rub and massage the soft lips of her pussy, hiding behind the silky soft fabric.
Her breathing begins to grow heavier. I glance down her top, her nipples have grown harder. So have mine.

With every little subtle move and wiggle of her comfortable gorgeous bum bearing her slender weight down on me, my clit tingles evermore beneath her. As though the weight of her bum is the only physical stimulus my pussy needs for it to get wetter and hornier.

I pull her thong to one side, and really start to go to town on her. Gently flicking and rubbing and pushing and strumming my fingers against her. The more heavier my petting of her becomes, the more her bum writhes and pushes against my lap.
She nearly drops the guitar, before she places it down onto the floor by my feet. Dull notes ring out from it as she lets it falls the last few inches to the floor.

I continue to finger her, as she throws her head back, her hair landing over my face as she did, and she quietly moans in sheer heavenly delight from my fingering.

I stop briefly, to offer my thoroughly moistened fingers to her mouth. She eagerly accepts them, wrapping her lips around them, sucking her no doubt flavourful juices off of them as her soft wet tongue wraps around them. I keep playing with her pussy using my other hand as she nibbles and softly bites my fingers.

I then pull my fingers from her mouth, a small spit string forms and quickly breaks as my fingers, shining with a mixture of her sweet warm spit and the juice from her pussy, heads back between her legs, and I bring my other glistening fingers up to my mouth, so that I may taste her juice on them...
Mmmmmmm, she tastes utterly divine...!

It doesn't take long at all, but with her writhing around becoming more frantic, she desperately holds on tight, leaning so hard on me, as she struggles to contain her pleasure and experiences a most delightful of a orgasm right there on top of my lap. She rides out the wave of the orgasm like a surfer, riding it out right on top of me!
At some point, her glasses have gotten knocked off her adorable face, but she didn't care. She's too lost in pleasure to have any cares in the world.

With each orgasm, I can feel the soaking wet walls of her pussy clench and tighten and loosen and tighten, constricting then contracting right around my fingers as I masturbate her so far over the edge of pure sexual bliss.

When she's finally done cumming, my whole hand and even my wrist has her juice running all down it.

"Oooh f-f-fuck..."
She gasps, with her voice trembling,
"S-s-see...? Told you s-so..."

"Told me what?"
I ask, now making my strokes of her pussy slow down.

"Y-you have great fingering technique."
She lets out a little gasp of a chuckle, still breathing so heavily.

There was nothing else for it but to suck her yummy juice off my fingers, with a little subtle lick of the back of my hand, and then give her a steamy snog as she turns around, sitting on me like my lap is a cradle with her knees leaning against my tits.

That snog doesn't last too long, before she makes me lay back on her bed, and as we both remove our tops, she crawls off the bed and helps me to take off my tights. To her pleasant surprise, she finds I'm not wearing any knickers underneath.

"That saves time."
She softly speaks with a quiet chuckle to herself while she takes her skirt/thong off and also her socks too.
She kneels between my legs, her knees resting on the floor, and without taking her gorgeous eyes off me, she proceeds to lower her tongue down onto my freshly waxed and so very wet pussy, to give me an amazing lick mmmmmmm...!

Using both her tongue and her fingers on me, she demonstrates that it's not just her guitar that she's great at playing skillfully!

Like a dedicated artist with a finely tuned instrument, she has me singing notes and making beautiful sounds that only she could bring out of me. Needless to say, our music builds to a powerful crescendo. "Encore! Encore!" I feel myself eager to cry out after my 4th orgasm in a row, which she's effortlessly achieved from me.

After she's finished making me cum, she looks up between my thighs, and my juice is just glistening on her skin, all around her lips and chin. Looks like it got really misty for her down there. Good job she didn't have her glasses on, otherwise the lenses would be thoroughly steamed up!

She just giggles naughtily as she gets up off her knees, as though she just got away with doing something very naughty indeed, yet it all felt so damn good! I motion for her to join me on the bed, and she duly obliges. She crawls over on top of me, and falls into my awaiting arms, with our tits pressing and rubbing against each others, and then she accidentally hit my lips with her nose.

"Sorry!"
She quickly apologises and nervously giggles.
I didn't mind that though, it just endeared her all the more to me.

"It's OK, you cute thing you, come here."
I softly chuckle back and press my lips to hers for a long steamy snog. As we do, I can taste myself upon her mouth.

We just end up laying side-by-side together for a while, cuddling and snogging, and grabbing at each others peachy bums. Of course, it was inevitable from getting so frisky with each other, that we should end up intertwining our legs, pressing our equally turned on smooth and hairless muffs to one and another and having the most delightful round of sex.

Eventually, after a few shared orgasms, we somehow end up spooning. Maybe because I mentioned to her how much I enjoy a good cuddle after sex. She was the big spoon at first. Teasingly but with great purpose, pushing her nipples into my back as she held me onto her, making sure my bum sat tightly into the seat of her lap as she played with my hair and kissed my neck. And I teased her back by softly wiggling my very warm bum against her thighs and crotch.

Of course, being such a tease of a girl, it didn't take long for her playfulness to emerge, and she began to cup my breasts, playfully ******* my nipples, turning me on loads once again before she pushed her hand between my thighs to play with my pussy.

"You're such a tease."
I sigh heavily.

"It's the privilege of the big spoon to do this."
She softly giggled, as she played with me.

"What if I were to turn around and we both become big spoons?"
I ask and before she could answer, I turned around and we embraced once again, pressing our bodies, our tits, together.
We snogged some more too.

"You're so comfortable to hug."
She smiled as she pulled her lips away from mine.
She then turned around so that I was now the big spoon.
I just wrapped my arms around her body, and pulled her gorgeous butt right into my lap.

"A girl could get real used to this."
She murmured sleepily.

"A girl sure could."
I replied and began to just softly touch her body. Gently offering my fingers to her heavenly warm and so moist crotch.
She was now caught in that awkward phrase, of being so tired, and yet so worked up!

Oh well, no point in trying to sleep while horny, so I helped to get her off once again with a nice strumming spoon.

We spent all night laying with each other, pleasing and pleasuring each other relentlessly. Even sleeping didn't offer us much rest, as one of us would always wake up shortly afterwards feeling so horny, and soon the other would wake finding themselves getting off once again!

I don't think I learned anything more with how to play a guitar, but she certainly helped me to pick up a few new strumming techniques!

The end.

;)