Placing my fingers over hers, I guide them behind the first fret. “Here, see?” I ask. “If I say one, you place your finger here behind the fret. If I say another number, you press down behind that fret. Press down, and for now, only strum the E string.”
Lola nods, and with my hands, I guide hers.
The note plays, and Lola squeals with excitement, causing her body to squirm, my erection hardening between us.
What the fuck? I just exploded in her mouth not too long ago. Will it never be enough? Will I never have enough of her? I try to ignore it and concentrate. “Good,” I say. “Now, move the pickup selector toward the strings.”
Familiar now with the terms, Lola does as I say.
“Then reach for the amp, and press that button that says ‘O/D.’ The overdrive.”
She reaches over to do as I say, and I groan when a red lace thong peeks out of her shorts. She’s doing this on purpose, and I won’t acknowledge it. I won’t admit how powerless she makes me.
“Try the same note. Don’t fret at first, so zero, then three, then five. Stick with the E string still. Practice zero, three, five, then backward, over and over until you’re comfortable with it.”
She nods, but as soon as she strums the chord for the first time, her hands fly away from the guitar, letting it rest against her body. The new settings have that heavy metal sound she loves. I smile at her in awe.
As soon as the note resonates, heavy and distorted, her toes curl against a couch cushion, and her chest heaves. “Wow,” she gasps. Then she wiggles on the spot with excitement, causing her ass to shake gently, and my cock hardens like concrete against her booty shorts.
I smile, looking at the back of her head, wishing I could see her face right now, as her eyes roam the guitar and she revels in the magic she just made.
“Is it always like this?” she asks.
“Like what?”
“You know, that tingling in your body—resonating from your chest and going all the way down to your toes.”
“More so at the start,” I admit. “But even now, when I’m in the middle of an epic riff, or when I get lost in a solo, yeah. It’s like that a lot.”
“Fuck, Karl. I think I’m addicted.”
I laugh. “I knew you would be.” I let her collect her thoughts for a few moments until her hands go back to the ax in front of her, and she snuggles back against me, rubbing her ass against my now rock-hard erection. “What are you doing, Lo?”
“Practicing guitar,” she says playfully, then grinds her ass just a little bit more.
“You’re trying to kill me; that’s what you’re trying to do.”
She laughs.
“Do you need a little motivation?” I whisper against her ear, catching the shell of it between my teeth.
“Mmm-hmmm,” she moans.
My hand reaches around her middle between her and the guitar. With one finger, I tuck the fabric of her shorts and thong to the side. My other hand spreads her lips wide, leaving my dominant hand to strum.
“Alright, doll, follow my rhythm,” I order.
“Wha—”
But before she can get the complete word out, I strum her clit once. “O,” I say, then strum a second time. “Three,” another dusting of my fingers over her clit. “Five. Like that.”
Her entire body shudders with each soft graze of my fingers against the delicate nub.
“I can’t concentrate like that,” she breathes out.
My hand remains where it is, spreading her wide for me. Exposing her, making me wish I could see, but even if I were sitting in front of her instead of behind, the guitar would hide the view.
“You said you wanted motivation. Here it is. Now follow,” I say more sternly now. “O, three, five,” I strum my fingers, and she shudders but places her hands where they should be, one wrapped around the neck to fret, making me wish it was my cock in her hand instead of the instrument. “Good girl,” I whisper. “Just stick with E. Now backward. Five. Three. O.” She follows my movements, her fingers mimicking mine, and I smile against the shell of her ear. “Good girl, doll. You are such a good student. Now. Again.”