Chapter 2
The living room looked exactly the same as always, two stools facing each other, her acoustic on the stand, and sheet music on the coffee table.
She sat down on her stool and crossed her legs like she was wearing clothes and motioned for me to sit across from her.
I sat, my hands were shaking when I opened the case and took my guitar out.
My c**k was still rock hard and leaking and every move rubbed it against my boxers.
She watched me tune for a minute, then leaned forward so the robe fell open completely and her t**s hung free.
“Play the intro to that song I gave you last week,” she said, voice calm like we were doing a normal lesson.
I started playing but my fingers felt thick and clumsy. She listened for a few seconds then shook her head.
“You’re rushing the sixteen
