Guitar Lessons Ch. 01

Note: Hey fellow readers! I know I haven't written anything in a really long time. I've just been so caught up with some work and personal stuff that I hadn't been able to write much at all. But I really appreciate those who wrote back to me about my first story. It means more than you can imagine! Some of you even sent in plotlines, which brings me to this. Thank you to *the person who wishes to stay anonymous* for this idea. Feel free to let me know what you think about it and if there's anything I can do to make my work better :)

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Senior year had finally come upon me. I wasn't the same little freshman girl who only cared about her grades. I'd learned to live a little and had my fun share of 'experiences'. Settling down with my routines freed up a lot of "me time", but sadly, I didn't seem to have much to do.

On discovering my newfound free time, I looked for some fun classes I could take up off-campus. That's where I found Mr River Smith. His profile showed that he'd worked at a studio for a couple years and had now started taking private guitar lessons. Since I was looking for something casual, I signed up for a session every Monday and Thursday.

And that's how I found myself waiting outside a small apartment's door, with a second-hand instrument for my first lesson. Now, I half-expected to see a 30-something dude with a scruffy beard and a dad ponch. But when the door opened, the first thing I could sense was his strong aromatic woody cologne and a hint of minty aftershave. The man that stood before me looked like he had been carved by the gods and brought to life. He looked like he was somewhere around his late twenties, with firm muscles and toned abs pressing against the soft white shirt he wore. His pale face was chiselled, complimented by high cheekbones and eyes that were an icy shade of blue.

He greeted me with his deep voice while running his fingers through his messy blonde hair. I felt weak at the knees and couldn't come up with a reply. He then repeated himself, "You're Amber Parkins, here for your guitar lesson, right?" which brought me back to reality. I managed to mumble a reply, realising these lessons were going to be a lot more interesting than I thought.

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When I first got an inquiry email from Amber, I didn't think much of it. I'd had plenty of seniors coming for lessons and was now used to seeing them leave only within a couple of weeks. Most of my students assumed I was very casual with my teachings, and while I may not be strict, I was firm with what I taught. And then, she showed up at my door.

Majority senior female students that came to me, showed up in lousy sweatshirts and greasy hair, but Amber clearly stood out from the crowd. Her long caramel hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, accentuating the features of her face. Her ivory skin glowed in the sunlight, bringing attention to the rim of green around the iris of her brown eyes. When I greeted her, her luscious pink lips broke into a soft smile.

She wore a black camisole top that emphasised her voluptuous breasts that showed enough cleavage to leave little to anyone's imagination. Underneath, she wore black denim shorts that showed off her smooth tan skin and slim legs. The choker around her neck only made me wish even harder that she weren't my student, but she probably had a boyfriend anyway. With that body, she probably even had a huge line of people waiting for her. For some reason, the thought made me a little uneasy, even though I'd just barely met her, but I shrugged it off as nothing. With that thought, I began our lesson. Either way, she was still my student, and I her teacher.

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The first lesson, though simple, was a little difficult for me. Not because I was learning to play a new instrument altogether, but because I'd never had a teacher like Mr Smith. He was calm and very patient. He explained how to go about playing the instrument while showing it to me with such enthusiasm. His eyes twinkled with delight every time I inquired about anything, and he would speak about it with such passion. But those eyes, those brooding icy blue eyes, had a hint of mischief in them too. As much as I felt happy learning something new with each lesson, I seemed to find his company to be something I looked forward to.

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If I thought the first lesson would be hard, I was thoroughly wrong. At first, I thought Amber would be like every other college student of mine - impatient and flippant, but she proved me wrong once again. She constantly seemed to be full of surprises, engaging in passionate conversations about not only music but other interesting topics. Every time she got something right the first time, her eyes would shine brighter with excitement, and the little green in her eyes took over the brown. I found myself growing rather fond of her company, not only as a student but as a friend of sorts.

Still, every time she referred to me as 'sir', my cock stirred back to life, producing billions of images to flash through my mind where she'd call me 'sir'. Sometimes, I couldn't help but seize every opportunity I got to feel her skin. Every single touch felt electric and made me starve for more. I often found myself fantasizing about how those soft lips of hers would feel pressed against mine, but I was a professional, and couldn't risk anything at all with Amber.

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As a hardworking student, I'd never had such difficulty paying attention as I did during my guitar lessons. Every time Mr Smith held the guitar and played the instrument, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have him hold me in his strong arms. And every time he spoke in his coarse voice, I felt a warmth tug at my clit.

I'd never felt such feelings towards a teacher, and the thought of it felt inferior. I tried fighting against it by trying to 'distract' myself with other boys my age, but nothing seemed to fulfil my true desires. Something was captivating about Mr Smith. It wasn't just lusting that I felt for him, somehow. I thought it was probably just a little crush that would melt away with the lessons, but with each session, my heart only tugged as strong as my clit did.

I constantly started to feel sexually frustrated, especially after my lessons. As I entered my dorm room, realising it was empty, I locked the door and slipped under my sheets. I thought about Mr Smith's masculine scent as I had entered his house, his dark good looks, the outline of his toned muscles beneath his shirt, the hint of stubble on his chin. He had an animal magnetism that I seemed to find irresistible. I thought of him instructing me to take my clothes off in that heavy voice of his while moving my vibrator along my clit. And then slowly touching me, painfully teasing me. I was getting so close already when I heard my roommate knock on the door loudly. I groaned out of frustration and dressed myself to answer the door. But I realised one thing, I had the hots for Mr Smith, and it was not just a little college crush.

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When I heard of my favourite local band coming to play nearby, I invited Amber to see the professional guitarists with me. On asking her about it, she immediately agreed, almost as though she was waiting for me to ask her. Somewhere on the inside, I felt good about how promptly she accepted my invite. I tried to debate the thought by thinking she was probably comfortable around me now, it had been quite a few months and besides talking about music, I'd gotten to know her well enough. She had been studying literature at her college, and was looking to find a new hobby in music.

I waited outside her college campus, dressed in a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans and a jacket. Then I saw her walking up to me in black pencil heels, wearing a navy blue dress that left my jaw hanging. She had let her hair down and had a bit of makeup on, not that she needed it anyway. Her lashes looked longer, making the green in her eyes stand out even more than usual, and the red on her lips matched that on her cheeks. Had she been anyone but my student, I would've grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. But I kept my desires in me.

When we reached the bar, the band had already begun playing. I could see how Amber wasn't just hearing the guitarists but was actually listening to the music. Once their performance was over, we talked about music and guitars over a couple of beers. And then the alcohol slowly gave the both of us some courage say things we wouldn't otherwise.

"Sir..."

"Yes, Amber?"

"I've noticed you haven't got any ring.. uh... so I assume y-you haven't been married? D-Do you have a.. uh... girl.. friend... perhaps?"

"Don't you think that's a bit of a... personal question, Amber?"

"Sorry... sir, I didn't mean to offend you... but I was just curious you know? We spend so much time together, I oughta know something about you."

She said that with such an innocent pout that I couldn't help answering the question quite directly.

"No, Amber. I haven't been married and I don't have a girlfriend."

"Why not?"

"Well... uh, I frankly feel I have yet to meet a woman I'd like to... be serious about."

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When Mr Smith mentioned not having a girlfriend, I felt my spirits rise up entirely. I weirdly felt overly happy, or maybe that was the alcohol kicking in. Although when he said he hadn't met the woman he wanted, I felt my spirits die down a little.

"Besides, why would you care about that?" Why should I care, right? But I did. For some reason, I did.

"I'm sure you already have someone around or at least a long line of people wanting to be exclusively yours."

"What do you mean by that, sir?"

"Well, you're a beautiful girl, Amber. I'm sure people would be dying to take you out. You could have anyone in the world you wanted."

When I heard him call me beautiful, I felt like I might burst out of happiness right there. "Sir, you think I'm beautiful?"

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I saw her cheeks blush an even deeper shade of red and realised I might've quite directly stated that she could have any guy she wanted. I awkwardly tried to cover up how I wanted to be that guy, but the alcohol in me probably gave away more than I wanted. "I... er... I didn't mean it that way. But... you're gorgeous."

"Well, I think you're a very handsome man, sir." The way she said that, with the intense look in her eyes, only made me harder.

Then she looked at me with a cheeky half-smile while grazing my thigh, raising herself slightly to whisper into my ears, "Especially when you're teaching me, sir. I think you look... very attractive." And she finished the sentences with a wink.

This time I was the one who began to blush shades of pink and tried to end the conversation. "Oh, would you look at the time. I'm sure you should be getting back to your dorm now."

She nodded a weak reply and I walked her back to her campus. As soon as I reached home, I quickly got out of all my clothes and got into the shower. My cock was raging and, I couldn't stop thinking about how enchanting Amber looked in that dress. She even thought I was attractive. Was Amber flirting with me? God, she drove me fucking insane.

I began pumping my dick under the cold water, thinking of how it would look when her plump lips were sealed, with it completely inside her throat. How she'd call me 'sir', with that innocent look of hers, while she thought of dirty little things in her mind. I'd lift her after she was done sucking me off, and hold her legs around my waist. I'd let my member plunge into her tight little pussy, while I'd hear her moan into my ears. And with each thrust I'd begin pounding her, pulling at her hair and sucking her neck. That was what sent me to the edge, and I came harder than ever.

She had been teasing me all night, and though I'd had my sweet release, I still didn't feel quite satisfied. I wanted more... I needed more. And if that's what she wanted, that's what she was going to get.

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"Ughhhhh" I moaned out, completely sexually frustrated. "God you're such a fucking stud but you wouldn't catch a hint! I need you to fuck me so bad all the time."

Truth is, I wasn't wearing my most revealing, tight dress that showed the most cleavage just for fun. I wanted to give Mr Smith a show. I wanted him to react and do something. He did seem to react when he saw me, but... ughhhh he's too much of a gentleman, and that turns me on even more!

I was slightly annoyed at Mr Smith, and was pacing around the room, trying to exhaust my annoyed energy. But even though I was angry with him, I still madly wanted his attention. God, I was practically dripping wet for him. I was surprised he didn't notice, but I did notice the impressive rod in his pants, maybe he did enjoy my company, even if he didn't want to admit it.

I really was hoping he'd bite the bullet and respond to the thick sexual energy between us, but he didn't. I fully expected him to be pounding me right this minute, but he was just too good of a guy to even think along the lines I was hoping for. It was frustrating, but it only made the chase more exciting. I wanted him more than ever!

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Amber continued to come for lessons even after the slightly awkward meeting at the bar. I half expected her to text me her last goodbyes after I realised she couldn't have possibly missed the bulge in my pants. But I was happy, thrilled actually, on hearing her wanting to come this Monday again.

She was probably the only senior student who was consistent with their practice and actually interested in learning music. It was something I admired her for, besides other things ofcourse.

With each class, I found myself barely being able to restrain my sexual desires. It was almost painfully hard to not just pull her close to me and kiss her. I began noticing how her shirts began to get tighter while her shorts began to grow shorter. Even when she spoke, she would slow down and almost purr at me, stressing on the 'sir'. It only fed my sexual desires and made me fucking crazy. And I don't think my desires were going unnoticed. As much as I had to start wearing looser pants to hide my hard-ons, it was still visible enough. Enough for her to be caught staring a couple of times during class.

Today, she unexpectedly came ringing the bell an hour early. Since I wasn't expecting anybody, I was hanging around my house in my boxers. My mouth dried as I was met with that beautiful face again, smiling timidly. I stared at Amber for a beat, her light hair tumbling in soft curls around her face and her hazel eyes depicting her anxiousness and also... excitement?

I found myself already growing hard at the thought of her being at my house, dressed in a tight white shirt and a short silky black skirt. I swallowed and pulled myself together, realising I was standing in front of my student in just boxers, the growing bulge in them barely hidden from view. I asked her to come in and rushed to my room to get dressed. After putting on some clothes, I entered the hall to see her.

She was sitting cross-legged on a chair, exposing almost her entire thigh. I coughed lightly and cleared my throat, gathering my wits to ask her what she was there for. She blushed a beautiful pink colour that made my heart warm and my cock twitch.

"Amber, my apologies for not being appropriately dressed. I wasn't expecting you for another hour."

She blushed a darker shade of pink and I thought I heard her mutter a 'oh I didn't mind the view' under her breath.

"Sir, you see I was finding it rather difficult to practice the set of chords you'd asked me to practice this week. And I thought I could come an hour early to get some more practice."

"Very well then, let's see if I can help you more. Were you able to practice throughout the week?"

Amber looked at me with disappointment in her eyes and shook her head 'no'. But I didn't want her to look as disappointed as she did and tried to reassure her.

"No? Oh, that's alright. I understand that the life of a senior student can get in the way a bit, but it's all right. So, uh... why don't you just pick your guitar up, and we'll just go over what we were working on last week?"

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When I arrived at Mr Smith's place an hour early, I had a plan in mind, but I was so nervous I didn't think it would actually work. He did look confused, but I knew what I wanted, and I was determined to get it this week.

As he looked up at his notes, I waited for him to instruct me to play the chords we went over last week.

"So... uh, if I'm not wrong, we were working on a simple two, five, one chord progression in C major. So that's a D minor 7, G dominant seventh and a C."

As he looked back at me from his notes, he asked me to play it for him, and I nodded weakly. I played the chords rather poorly because they really were a bit tough. Mr Smith tried giving a few suggestions, but it didn't quite work. I hadn't practised, and that was the problem. I looked up at him, a bit flushed out of embarrassment.

"Oh, it's okay. You're totally gonna get it. This just takes a lot of practice, but it's fine."

I only felt more flustered, and then he said, "Now, don't be so discouraged. You don't think you'll get it?"

I shook my head out of humiliation. "I think you'll get it. Just practice that a bit, and you'll be playing that like a pro."

That made me feel a bit more confident. "You really think so?"

And then he looked straight into my eyes with a serious look. He looked at my lips for a moment, then licked his and whispered, "I know you will, trust me."

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Seeing her pure face looking upset really pulled at my heart's strings, and I tried to reassure her as much as I could. Though, I was surprised. This was quite unlike Amber. She always practised and came, but I shrugged it off anyway.

She then looked at me with the most angelic face she could make, a hint of mischief in her eyes and said, "Sir," god, she got me throbbing when she purred it like that, "I think you should be a bit more strict with me."

For a moment, I was a bit confused, "You want me to be strict with you? You think that would work?"

"Yes, sir. I think if you're stringent with your teachings, I'll be able to play better."

When I saw the playfulness in her smile after that, I felt my entire body heat up. I started putting pieces together - the clothes getting smaller, the subtle flirting, the hot blue dress. I decided if she continued to play coy, I'd do what I had been wanting to do for a long time now. But if she said no? Well, I supposed that could be attended to appropriately. Right now, all I could really think of was fucking her in my hall, then and there.

"Very well then."

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When I saw the look on Mr Smith's face, I knew he knew what I was talking about. I knew he figured out why my shorts were getting shorter and shirts getting tighter.

His voice then seemed to have gotten even coarser when he instructed, "I want you to try that again." I felt my pussy beginning to throb and wetten already and complied.

Once again, I couldn't play the chords well and looked back up at Mr Smith. His face now looked stern, but I could see his smirk at the corner of his lips. "No. That's not right. Do it again."