Guitar Girl: Part Two
2.
Melodie was singing the ending of her last song:
I am the centre
I am the core
the root of my existence
is me
Its a scarey place
I'm afraid
I'm alone
but you
you surround
all of me
no signal I send
goes beyond you
your senses
never fall short
every message of yours
falls light on my ears
and reaches
the depths of my heart
I never felt unalone
until you
I never knew
She strummed her fingers across the tinny sound of the electrical guitar forced to behave accoustically. Her singing was soulful and tender. Her songs were evocative, full of love, and in many cases had an element of social conciousness.
Janine applauded her yet again. She was absolutely in awe of what talent this girl had. She had listened to song after song, and watched the knowing moves of Melodie's fingers on the strings.
Her face, was not performing as she sang, rather it was conveying her own emotion of that which she was singing. Such conviction! More than once she cried as she sang. It would bring Janine to tears too. She had been drawn deeply into the sensuality of this girl.
Melodie put Stevie Ray down carefully to the side and said to Jeanette, with a sexy sparkle that was completely irresistable,
"So what do you think? Have I serenaded you enough to get into your panties for a little G2G?" she laughed and winked.
Janine, again not one to let a line go untouched responded. . .
"Yeah baby! Shag me!" in her best Austin Powers impression.
Both of them split sides laughing.
The age barrier that existed between them had eroded away through the night.
They were simply two souls alone together, sensually melded.
Melodie grabbed a pillow and blanket from off the bed and threw it down on the floor.
"Rolling around room!" she teased Janine, and then softly "Come lay down and let me love you."
Janine sat down on the blanket and Melodie sat beside her, took her chin into her hard little caloused finger tips, and turned Janine's head toward her.
They looked into each other's eyes for some time, appreciatively, and then Melodie leaned forward and kissed Janine.
She didn't draw back at all. Her mouth sought all that Janine had to offer in a kiss.
Melodie pushed back on Janine until her head was on the pillow. Still she kissed, her hands surrounding and squeezing on Janine's full breasts.
This was the most unusual kiss Janine had ever experienced.
She was used to masculine huskiness and the overpowering sensation that occurred as man became beastial and drew out similar response through his passion for her.
Here, Melodie was all she had never known, petite, soft, sweet smelling, not aggressing with her kissing but tantalizing, playing Janine's mouth as a fine instrument.
Her mouth drew out tender, warm, responsive kisses from Janine.
Melodie straddled over Janine and crossed her arms in front of herself, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off over her head. She wore no bra.
Her breasts existed, but were very small, with particularly pale nipples. A light smattering of freckles dotted her upper chest.
"Okay" chirped Melodie, back to her playful tease mode. "It's your turn. Off with that blouse." Her nimble fingers unbuttoned Janine's blouse with ease.
Janine sat up enough for it to be removed. Melodie found a brassiere in her way and removed it then and there. She flung it into the air declaring "They're torture chambers these things!" They laughed.
She pushed Janine back to the pillow and massaged her breasts.
"Doesn't that feel good after having them suckers all locked up in prison all day?!" Melodie's jesting was so incredibly on the mark.
Janine just smiled and let the knowing hands of another woman massage away the captivity of her bra. She sighed very contentedly.
After Melodie had soothed Janine this way, she stood, her tiny body looking huge from Janine's vantage point on the floor. She unzipped her jeans and removed them, revealing a cute little pair of flowered cotton bikini panties.
She removed those too. She had a truly adorable looking body. She left on her bangles and beads. Naked but for those adornments, and with curly blonde pubic hair, she looked exceedingly pixiesh.
Janine was anything but a pixie. She was at least six inches taller than Melodie, and where Melodie was small and girlish, almost angular, Janine was rounded, full and soft with curves.
The bump and rustle of the train beneath her gave Janine a constrast that heightened her senses: the steely hardness and power of the train, varied against the delicate touch of the delight that was Melodie.
"Do you have any massage oil or lotion I could use to soften my hands? I give a wicked back rub."
Janine rose and took from her bag a small bottle of lavender oil. Her breasts hung just enough to show weightiness without looking big. Her hair was full and loose down her back.
"I use this to help me sleep. It's very soothing."
"Ah yes" said Melodie "It is. This should work pretty well."
"Come lay down again on your tummy. I'll give you a good stress relieving go over."
Janine nodded with her gentle smile, and began to lay down, but then Melodie stopped her . . .
"Wait. Take off your jeans and panties too."
Janine hesitated, and Melanie chided "Come on. You must undress back stage all the time. Why be shy now?"
Of course the girl was right. Why be shy now?
Perhaps she wasn't sure about the feelings she was having. This was not coming easily to her. But she was in the here and now, and there was really no reason to turn back.
She had a long standing technique that she reverted to when she didn't quite know how to act: just act naturally. She would go with the flow, following Melodie's lead, and she would just act and react according to her nature.
Janine slipped her jeans and panties down together at once and then sat down as she removed them completely. The she lay bottom up on the blanket, her arms folded above her head in the pillow.
She was glad for the pillow because she was blushing with embarrasment.
The little one slipped into a straddle over Janine again, resting her tiny behind on Janine's full one as if on a comfortable warm pillow.
She sprinkled drops of oil both onto Janine's back in into her own hands. She rubbed them together briskly to warm them and then began a most relaxing deep massage, working to break up the knots as she found them and smoothing them along through the muscle fibres.
As she was massaged, Janine loosened more and more. Melodie softly sang to her. Then she asked Janine to stretch her arms over her head, which she did.
With her fingers, Melodie smoothed down the sides of Janine's body, examining the curves.
Melodie bent down, her chest on Janine's back and hummed "Oh mama, you have a guitar body!"
Then Melodie began to work her licks.
cont'd
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