"How
come we aren't practicing in the garage?" I asked sitting down
on the edge of the bed, bouncing a bit, looking around.
"Stupid
Vince is passed out in there. He got all polluted and couldn't get
home," Nikki said setting my bass off to the side and plugging
his in.
"Did
you guys party last night? If you did you were pretty quiet," I
said.
"Most
of us just did a little bit of pot, but Vince just can't control
himself," Nikki said as he sat next to me with his bass in his
lap. Nikki handed me his bass and asked, "Would you play
something for me?"
He
watched me intently as I checked out the bass, playing a few chords.
I started out with something cool and sexy, then with eyes closed
(moving into a zen like state) , I stood up and started playing parts
of different songs. I ended with a fast paced Metallica song that I
liked, as it had a lot of bass in it.
"Wow,"
said Nikki, "that was great. I wish I could transition that
smoothly. The guys complain when I mess up or can't keep up."
I
gave Nikki his bass back and sat back down on the edge of the bed.
"Do you guys have your songs written down?" I asked, so I
could follow along and watch his fingers as he played.
"I
do," he said giving me some papers. The writing was a step above
henscratch.
"Dude,
I can barely read this," I said squinting at the paper trying to
decifer it. I could at least make out the chords. "Go ahead and
play," I said. He played for a bit, with a point given from me
here and there as I layed back on the bed. After a particularly bad
spot, I sat up and leaned over his shoulder to impart a bit of
advice. He played the part much better the second time.
"Thanks
Andrea," he said turning to look at me. As he turned around our
lips met (since I was still real close behind him). Man, I felt a
jolt of electricity all the down between my legs. Nikki let the
guitar drop to the floor, continued turning and gently forcing me
down on the bed. Nikki was a pretty good kisser, alternating between
short sweet kisses and more passionate french kissing. His chest on
mine, his hip next to mine (as he was half on top of me), leaning on
one elbow. My hands were around his neck. His one free hand had been
roaming over my clothes along my back and side to my hip. I was
moaning his name between kisses.
"Nikki,
what are you doing?' I asked as his hand tried to sneak under the
waist band of my shorts. I grabbed his hand and put it back in a
safer place.
"God,
Andrea, you are so hot. You feel so good. I just want to touch you
everywhere," he whispered between kissing my lips and nuzzling
my neck.
"You
feel good too Nikki," I moaned, as my hands roamed his back. I
was slowly loosing what sanity I may have had when I came in here. I
didn't even realize it, until I felt a strong warm hand on my breast,
that he had undid my bathing suit top that I had on under my tank
top. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger almost
making me cum. My hips bucked, practically knocking him off me. It
brought me crashing back to reality. I pushed him off me and got up
off the bed. "Nikki, I am not ready for that," I said
shakily. Nikki just laid there panting. I could tell by his hard on
he wasn't lacking in that department.
"Oh
God, Andrea," he moaned, sounding like he was in a bit of pain.
"Nik,
I'm sorry if you think I am a tease or something, but I'm not even 18
yet, and totally not ready to go all the way. Maybe someday. And we
haven't even known each other that long," I spouted, as I paced
in nervousness. "Do you hate me?"
"No,"
Nikki spit out (still sounding like he was in pain), "but maybe
you should go. I will talk to you later."
Not
sure of anything, I picked up my bass and left.
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