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Authors: Jenna James

Sex With the Guitarist

Sex With The Guitarist

 

By

 

Jenna James

 

 

 

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2012 Jenna James

 

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This book is part of the “Sex With” series. Other titles include:

 

  

Sex With Santa

 

Sex With The Neighbor

 

Sex With Stepdad

 

Sex With A Stalker

 

Sex with My Stepdaughter

 

Sex With Daddy

 

 

Sex With The Guitarist

 

 

 

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jennifer asked, her face betraying the disgust she clearly felt at the prospect of kissing another girl.

 

“Listen,” Annie said, pulling her close so no-one else could hear. “I’ve done it many times before and believe me when I say it WILL get you your man.”

 

“How can you be sure?” Jennifer couldn’t help but run her long slender fingers nervously through her mahogany-colored hair, dyed the previous night as part of her final shot at winning the attention of her ever-elusive Romeo, Brad.

 

Annie smiled reassuringly, “Remember Todd, from college?”

 

“Oh yeah, the guy that played football.”

 

“Well, it worked like a charm on him,” Annie rolled her eyes theatrically, “he couldn’t keep his hands off me once he saw me making out with Stacey … it was actually annoying, so I blew him off anyway.”

 

Jennifer looked shocked, “You blew him?”

 

Nearly choking on the beer she had just knocked back, Annie laughed out loud and then suddenly became serious as she looked Jennifer in the eye incredulously, “Are you pulling my leg, Jen?”

 

Jennifer sipped her beer daintily before innocently inquiring, “What’s it like?”

 

“Seriously, you really need to get laid more often, Jen. First of all, to ‘blow someone off’ does not mean ‘blowjob’,” Annie stressed her last point by taking half the length of her bottle of bud into her mouth, seductively caressing it with her lips that seemed as if they were created for just that purpose. This drew the attention of several men in the crowd around them and Annie laughed, “God, men are so easy to wrap around your finger!”

 

Jennifer marveled at her friend’s ability to attract the opposite sex. Throughout college, Annie had been one of the most promiscuous girls she had ever known. Legend had it that she had slept with over 30 guys in their final year alone. Unemployed bum she may be, but she certainly knew how to win a man, whether through his heart or …

 

The crowd of 300 or more was growing excited. It wouldn’t be long before the band came on stage. As Annie flirted with two guys by the stage, expertly tilting back her head and enticingly lifting her hair to reveal her slender neck Jennifer watched on, feeling somewhat jealous but at the same time inspired.

 

If anyone could help her win the attention of Brad, it was her. It was just the thought of kissing her that was playing on her mind. Jennifer wasn’t shy, and had slept with 2 guys during college but her mother had always been of a more traditional sort, forever reminding her that a ‘real’ lady saved herself for the ‘right’ man. Only sluts flaunted their bodies and gave of themselves so freely. As a consequence, Jennifer had never brought Annie back to her house. Her mother would know the instant she saw her that she was the kind of girl who gave up her seductively proportioned body too easily.

 

Despite what her mother thought, Jennifer respected Annie for her ability to charm men and do with them as she pleased. She decided then, as she downed the last half of her beer in one, that she was going ahead with Annie’s plan. She knew it was true that the best way to a man’s heart is through his pants and she had a good feeling about her chances tonight. By the end of the gig, Brad would be hers for the taking, and she planned to take him for hours.

 

Standing before the mirror, Brad began his usual pre-performance routine. Looking deep into his unusually green eyes reflected in the mirror, he then made sure every aspect of his appearance was perfect. Hair – check, leather pants and jacket – check, and last but not least, his most treasured feature, perfect face – check. He smiled at his reflection, pleased with what he saw. Running his hand across the fine stubble that covered his face, he nodded appreciatively, as he came to the conclusion that he liked this look; the rugged, unshaven, bad boy-look that had women falling over themselves to get to him. At 19 years old, he was a fine example of perfect genes. He stood at an impressive 6 feet 5 inches and had worked incredibly hard to achieve his ideal body structure, the kind of body that most men could only dream of. Yes, he was a work of art.

 

“Come on, Brad.” A sudden voice piped up from outside in the corridor, sounding agitated.

 

“Coming”,Brad shouted back.

 

He took one last look in the mirror before picking up his guitar and swinging the strap over his shoulder.

 

All the signs were there; tonight was the night when he would at last take home the girl he had been pursuing for months. Annie Walker was coming home with him tonight.

 

Suddenly the lights in the hall dimmed and the eager crowd, already drunk and hungry for entertainment turned as one to face the stage. In position at the foot of the stage, Jennifer and Annie waited, Jennifer holding tightly to Annie’s hand, both to stem the trembling she felt taking over her body and as a way of preparing herself for what was to come. As the lead singer in her band, Jennifer was far from shy, in fact, once on stage she became her alter ego, Lusty Jen, the singer that had guys queuing up to be with her. Her voluptuous figure that curved in ways that would have made Beyonce jealous was her greatest asset. She was also pretty, in a sweet way that always seemed to make people think she was innocent and naïve, untouched by the stigma that had attached itself to Annie so early in her life. She wasn’t innocent. Not by any stretch of the imagination. She was simply saving herself for the right man … Brad.

 

“It’s about to start, Jen.” Annie turned to her and licked her lips suggestively, running her tongue first along the top lip and then across the bottom one, slowly, staring at Jen’s lips as she did so.

 

“I’m ready. This had better work.” Jen said, pulling the front of her one piece dress down with both hands to reveal the tops of her breasts, that were slightly too big for the dress she wore. Luckily her nipples weren’t too pronounced, as she had chosen not to wear a bra, after all, if things went the way she planned, a bra would only serve as a nuisance.

 

The crowd roared, and beside her Annie squealed in delight as the curtains pulled back to the sound of drums building up to a crescendo and there illuminated in the light was Brad. Clad in a thick black leather jacket, tight black leather pants and black boots, the mere sight of him caused Jen to gasp involuntarily. As the lead singer started things off by conversing with the crowd, Brad stood and surveyed the crowd, no doubt seeking his next conquest for the night and as his eyes began to draw closer to their position Annie turned to Jen and initiated their plan.

 

As Annie’s lips pressed against hers, Jen was at first a little hesitant, her body stiffening as she felt Annie’s tongue probing between her lips eagerly, wet and slippery. She quickly recovered her composure though, as she sensed that Brad was watching. Looking up, as she began to respond to Annie’s expertly caressing tongue with her own strokes and probing, she saw that Brad was fixated upon them, his eyes wide, filled with what looked to her like lust. She had him; finally, after months of being overlooked and ignored, he was finally paying attention to her. She realized she was enjoying the kiss more than she should have, and when she felt Annie’s hand slip between her legs, she didn’t protest, in fact she obliged by widening her stance a little. She could feel, more than hear Annie moaning in ecstasy and as she spied the bulge in Brads trousers, just before he covered it up with his guitar, she broke off from the kiss for a moment to look up at him, her mouth open, tongue glistening with Annie’s saliva. Brad was struggling to concentrate, as they were about to begin the first song. She smiled at him before locking lips with Annie once more.

 

Looking down on Annie and her friend whose name he couldn’t remember, Brad felt himself becoming heavily aroused. They were both watching him as they kissed and touched one another and Brad knew that tonight they were his, not just Annie but the other one too. He covered up the quickly growing bulge in his pants and turned, ready to start the gig. It was going to be one of the best gigs in a long time. 

 

Taking her by the hand and hurriedly leading Jen away from the stage, Annie headed for the toilets at the back of the hall, her eyes glazed over with the early signs of sexual arousal.

 

“Where are you taking me?” Jen asked, a little perturbed by Annie’s eagerness to drag them away from the stage where Brad waited for her, clearly attracted to her antics with Annie.

 

 “You’ll see,” Annie looked over her shoulder and gave Jen a cheeky wink before bursting through the edge of the crowd and starting up some stairs, pulling Jen hard as if she were leading a dog.

 

“Shouldn’t we be back there?” Jen said, still fighting Annie’s attempts to drag them further up the stairs, “I mean, after all, you did say you were gonna help me win Brad’s heart, right?”

 

Half way up the dimly lit stairs, Annie turned; her face barely visible in the dim light, “This IS helping you win that dope’s heart, trust me. You don’t think he didn’t see us come up here just now?” Annie leant forward so she could see Jen clearly in the dark space, “He knows what’s up here, and he knows we’ll be waiting when he finishes the gig.”

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