Guitar Lessons - Sex Stories

Guitar Lessons

... seemed a little off. Mario’s poker buddies were not there. Their cars were not crowded into the driveway. Mario’s Caddy wasn’t there either, but I stopped anyway. Toni came to the door wearing a short sleeve print blouse and white Capri’s and a healthy shiner. She looked as if she had been crying. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah! You should see the other guy!” she joked as she invited me in. “Just a little accident. Nothing to worry about.” “No poker game tonight? I don’t see any cars in the drive.” “No! Mario’s out of town” she said, adding, “On business!” with a sneer. “We can put this off until next week if you want,” I said, feeling as if I was intruding. “Oh no! But if you don’t mind, I’d just like to hear you play, tonight,” she said wistfully. So we settled in the living room, her on the couch, me on a dining room chair, strumming away, trying to put together a string of upbeat songs, my way of trying to cheer her up. It was obvious right from the get go that her heart wasn’t in it, and she finally broke down and started crying. Coming from a family where the women outnumbered the men, I was especially aware of the power of hormones, so I put down my instrument, crossed the room and offered a hug. Pressing against me, she seemed to be holding on for dear life. “If you want to talk about it, I’m a good listener,” I whispered into the mass of red hair atop her head. “I’m sorry.” She said looking up at me. “I shouldn’t burden you with my problems.” “Go ahead. I can be ...

... discreet.” “I……I just found out this morning that Mario is doing his secretary. He’s even taken her to Chicago ‘on business’." “Well, all I can say is, he’s an idiot. If I was in his shoes, I’d have to find a way to work from home.” A slight smile came to her face. “Thank you for the compliment, even if it isn’t true.” “Oh, but it is true. Mrs. D, you are a knockout!” She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me down laying a lip lock on me like I’d never had before. It all happened so quickly that I responded almost automatically, my tongue searching deep in her mouth as soon as her tongue vacated mine. I was very much caught up in the moment, pulling her tight to me, pressing my hard-on against her belly. My hands, holding her by the waist, slid down over her the globes of her ass, kneading the firm flesh under her shorts. Her feet left the floor and wrapped around my waist as she broke the kiss for the briefest of moments. “Call me Toni,” was followed by, “The couch! Head for the couch!.” I did. Laying her out on her back, her legs still locked around my waist, she pulled me down on top of her, continuing the deep kissing as she ground her hips against me. Grabbing my hands, she placed them against her breasts, moaning as my hands cupped over her bra. This was all going way too fast for me, and I broke the kiss again. “We really shouldn’t be doing this Mrs. ..Ah, Toni.” It was about this time that she realized that, just because I was 18 didn’t mean I was experienced. ...