We broke up. Why the hell is she still bugging me up until now? She’s lucky Matt is about to become her brother in law and because I love him so much I wouldn’t dare to touch her. Fuck I don’t miss our relationship at all. It was shitty, full of her broken promises and lies. We’ve been together forever - ever since Val introduced her to me, she started seducing and I figured, why the hell not.

The sex was good. But it was like, an empty relationship created based on pure lust. When we talk, it’s always about her, her, and her. She never really listened to me. Never even try to understand what I do or what am I good at - which is music.

Damn, music is my whole life, man. My brain is full of random tunes and riff from some song I heard somewhere, combined into a trickery knot of something magical that I call a melody. I have no space to think about her jackass friends from work, or her endless shoe collections, or even anything about her.

My God, I’ve been in a relationship with a stranger my whole life.

She’s just not the one. It didn’t feel right when we kissed. Well, sure I was turned on and everything but there’s just no - sparks. Fuck me for trying to express this into some chick flick movie line but it’s the truth. I feel empty being by her side. I can’t stand her constant nagging and hungry for fame when we were together. I wouldn’t mind the limelight on me but she enjoyed it more than I am.

I snapped when she spread a rumor about her being two weeks pregnant when I haven’t even touched her for almost 2 months. I was on the road, dude. Who knocked her up? That rumor turned into a fact when she did her pregnancy test secretly and I found it in the trash.
I’m done. We’re done. I told Matt I needed some space to be away from her for a while. Not too long. Just a couple of weeks.

“I’m sorry dude. I never thought that you and Michelle…”

I smiled bitterly at him as I shoved a bunch of my band tshirts into my suitcase.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve had hard times keeping each other’s company anyway.”

Matt rubbed his face and leaned back to the couch.

“Val and you are great, I envy that.”

He looked up to me, his face showed sympathy.

“That’s because she’s been with us from day one. Stayed with us through thick and thin. That’s why I love her so much.”

“I know, dude. That story is like a bedtime story for us.”

Matt chuckled and got up from his seat. As I closed the suitcase and locked it safely, he swung his arm around me and sighed.

“What would I do, two weeks without you, man?”

“Don’t be a faggot. Write some shit up with Jimmy. I know there’s a lot of rhythm going on his mind right now.”

“Ahhh you know how he locked himself up when he’s ‘inspired’.” Matthew rolled his eyes, while his index fingers making the quotation mark as he spoke. I laughed at his remark.

“So where are you heading to?”

He asked and I just stared at the floor. I would usually go to somewhere with beaches if I was planning a vacation but beach reminded me of Michelle. We lived along this Huntington Beach our whole life and a lot had happened here, I don’t even want to remember. I picked a random place that crossed my thought just to answer him.

“New Orleans.”

Matt raised his eyebrows in surprise. “That far?”

“That’s the point.”

He nodded and patted my back. “Let me buy you a drink tonight, then I’ll drive you to the airport.”

“Sounds good. Thanks man.”

---

“Bottoms up guys!” Jimmy yelled while stretching out his hand, holding a shot of vodka and we all followed his action after that. I wouldn’t take more than two shots as I’m on my way to a random city, taking my time off from this tiring and hectic world of being a rock star.

“Dude, check it out. At the bar.” Zacky muttered in a low voice, addressing it to Jimmy who already downed his fourth shot. I turned to his direction too, and from my view I saw a typical smoking hot piece of ass standing by the bar counter, ordering her drinks probably. She was blonde. Meh. Not my type. Michelle is blonde too, maybe that’s why.

That hot blonde suddenly moved around to talk to someone beside her. While Zacky and Jimmy were still checking out her ass, my eyes focused on the girl that was talking to her. Her hair fell long and sleek to the end of her forearms and it was red in color. She was a bit short, compared to the high-heeled blonde woman and her body was a little bit curvy. I don’t mind all that. What was making me stare at her was – her fingers.

She tapped her fingers onto the counter softly - as if she was playing a piano - while talking to her friend. When she laughs her head would tilt back, letting her hair swaying smoothly as she ran her hand through them later.

Wait, why am I describing her?

She’s a stranger, and I’m not looking for another pair right now. I stood up, signaling Matt that it was time to go and he got up too. After saying goodbye to the guys with hugs and their fucking slaps on my ass I went to the exit door, walking past the blonde and the red haired girl.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw her fingers tapped on the counter again, two hands this time. Mimicking an allegro from a song I am dying to hear. I didn’t realize I was looking at her way when I bumped into someone in front of me, suddenly.

“Brian!”

I turned abruptly and regretted that I came here tonight.

“Michelle. Hi.”

“Don’t ‘Michelle, hi’ me! Where are you going?”

I shrugged. “Away.”

My eyes caught Matt behind her, gazing at us as we bickered in front of the door. She was here alone, without her other half this time.

“Tell me where the fuck are you going or I’m going to kill myself.”

I hung in a speechless pose, opening and closing my mouth after I heard that blackmail. She had never tried this route with me before and did she think right now was a good time to do that?

“What the fuck, Chelle? Now you’re suicidal?”

She didn’t answer me, she just glared sharply using her hazel eyes and did she think I’m scared? Not tonight, bitch.

“Whatever.” I slid past her towards Matt but then she quickly hugged me from behind. I was starting to get embarrassed of making a scene in public so I spun around and let her arms away from my waist. I didn’t know why my eyes searched for that red haired girl first and I saw she was looking at us. Her long hair draped onto her face halfway making it difficult for me to really see her. But then my focus turned to Michelle afterwards.

“Look Michelle, we’re over. It’s been three weeks. Get a hold of yourself and let me go.”

“No Brian! You’re the love of my life! You can’t leave me!”

I smirked and ran my hand through my long and unruly shoulder-length hair.

“Love of your life? Fuck your bullshit, Michelle. I’m done.”

I stormed out of the bar, forgetting to look at the red haired weird finger-piano girl for the last time and just walked ahead to Matt’s car.

How can she easily claim that I was the love of her life when she was carrying another man’s child? I may be crazy especially when I’m with Jimmy but I am not fucking stupid.

God I hope this vacation can make me forget all about her.

---

I took a long drag of my cigarette as I drank in the view in front of me. I’m a stranger to this city. I don’t even know where to start. Walking in the streets of New Orleans – can’t believe myself that I’m finally here after I just randomly bought a plane ticket with Matt as the witness.

The streets looked packed, even if it was already 12 am. The amazing thing was, there was music everywhere. A random stranger would just come up to me playing his sax skillfully and making my jaw dropped. Man I wish I can play sax. Up ahead there was a group of violinists, tapping their feet together and played a tune from a country song I didn’t know.

I zipped up my hoodie and threw on the cap, avoiding from being recognized by people. But the good thing was, no one really did recognize me. Probably because we haven’t been to New Orleans in our City of Evil tour yet and right now I felt like telling Matt and Larry to plan for a show here.

“…All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee, and rolls along past houses farms and fields…”

I listened to their singing as I walked further, amazed by the fact that I picked the right city after all. Although I had just arrived here yesterday, I already fell in love with this place. I walked and walked, finding musicians after musicians, grinning widely as I go.

I needed booze. But I don’t know where to find a bar at this hour. I saw a guy playing an acoustic guitar at the end of the streets alone, with his voice singing a pop song that I heard somewhere over the radio. I approached him. He looked up to me and stopped playing immediately.

“Holy shit.” He said, and I was taken aback.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re Synyster Gates.”

I chuckled and pulled down my hoodie cap. “Guilty. Hey, do you know where I can find a bar at this hour?”

His eyes still bulged watching me as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Uh, this is New Orleans. You can find a bar open at anytime. There a jazz bar up ahead. Just two blocks from here.” He pointed to the front but his eyes still scanning me.

“Thanks, man.”

“Dude, I love your band. Like fucking seriously.”

I smiled at him and tucked my cigarette between my lips, reaching for my wallet. I threw a couple of bucks into his straw hat on the floor and he jumped in excitement and words of gratitude fell out from his mouth repeatedly. What can I say to that? I just smiled of course.

“Where are the others?” he then asked eagerly.

“Back at Cali. I’m here alone.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, thanks again man. Don’t stop playing okay? You’re on the right track.”

I left him smiling gleefully and went towards the direction I was told to. Up until this side of the street, there were no more dancing and lively music, just a quiet street with lots of neon lights flickering – inviting me into their premises.

I saw a saxophone-shaped neon light at one of these building and it read; Silver Jazz Bar. Nothing about it reflected silver at all. But I went in anyway, tossing my cigarette off and pushed the heavy door open. The first thing attacked my hearing as soon as I walked in was a sound of piano.

I quickly glanced at the source of it; there was a small stage with a black Steinway grand piano on it and a long red haired girl pianist was playing a tune I’ve never heard of. But it was great tune. She played it so gracefully and her fingers would lightly touch the end of the keys but rapidly making a pianissimo sound and I just stunned. I forgot what I was here for.

I didn’t realize I was standing, watching her play until a man came up to the stage with his sax and started playing in the middle of the song. The girl stopped playing and smiled at him. She looked familiar. Where have I seen her before?

I walked on towards the bar and ordered me a Heineken while my eyes still glued to the stage.

“Here you go.” The bartender said to me. I glanced around.

“Thanks. Hey, who’s the pianist?”

He looked over to the stage and grinned. “Oh, that’s the owner of this bar.”

I raised my eyebrows at him then glanced back at the stage. It was kind of refreshing to hear another side of music that I haven’t even thought of before. Not that I’m too arrogant to listen to tunes like this, hell I love music. Any kind of music. But I guess I’m too cooped up to the same kind of music, hanging with the same circle of friends who listen to basically the same bands makes me feel, I don’t know – suffocated. Being here is one of the most amazing choices I made in my life.

The song was over and crowds applauded. Holy shit, it just came to my senses that there were a lot of customers here, watching their performance. I gave her a standing ovation too, as she was an amazing pianist and she deserved a great round of applause.

She bowed and smiled to the audience. Damn, she definitely looked familiar. I didn’t realize I was watching her every move until she came towards the bar and sat right next to me. Her fingers tapped on the counter as she ordered a glass of martini and nagged randomly to the bartender.

I recognized that finger tapping and finally understood. I have the same kind of habit. When I listened to some guitar tracks my fingers would make an air-guitar poses as if I was the one playing it. What are the odds that I ran into her again, moreover went into her bar and watching her play piano? Grinning at the thought, I approached her.

“Amazing performance.”

She spun around and her brown eyes immediately locked with mine. God, she’s beautiful from up close. Her red hair dropped gracefully on her forehead, hiding her face a little that I wanted to just run my hand through it.

God- fucking-damn it what are you thinking about, Haner?!

“Thanks.” She smiled brightly and weirdly, it made me smiled too.

“I’m Brian, by the way. I saw you the other day at John -”

“You were the one with the break up problem.” She calmly stated while sipping her drink. Shit, I felt embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Yeah. She’s a bit of a pain in the ass lately.”

She smiled again and held out her arm. “Hi Brian. I’m Leyla.”

I took it and rested my elbow on the counter, facing her properly.

“What were you doing in Huntington that day?”

She cocked one eyebrow at me, her lips curved up in amusement. “That’s personal.”

“Oh, sorry.” Shit. I’m losing my touch.

“I’m joking! I visited my cousin there and she dragged me to that bar.”

I nodded briefly before realized that she was staring at me.

“You’re new here?” her fingers tapped on the counter again, probably playing a happy birthday song, I don’t know.

“Just got here yesterday.”

“What are you here for?”

My turn to cock one eyebrow at her. “That’s personal.”

She laughed and her head tilted back, I just loved the way her red hair would fall effortlessly to her back.

“Nah, I’m here for a time off. And I don’t know a fucking thing about this city. Think you can help a lost guy and show him around?”

She stopped laughing and blinked at me.

“You want me to be your tour guide?”

“Uh-huh.”

“There are a lot of people in this town that can guide for you. Why come to me?”

“Simple. I want a pretty company.”

I saw her cheeks flushed in red as I casually threw in my charming smile along with those words. I knew she’d be melting; girls always do that around me. Blushing and giggling, I don’t know how the hell did I affect them like that.

“Just as strangers?”

I baffled at her question. “Uh, ‘strangers’ sounds a bit distant. We already knew each other’s name. How bout as friends?”

“Not a date?”

Damn. “Definitely not a date. Unless you want it to be.”

She cut me off with a soft chuckle. “No. Just a tour guide. Not a date.”

“You’re on.”

---

I don’t know why the hell am I dressing up. But I looked good. A fedora on top of my head, a sleeveless House of Syn tshirt with chain necklaces hung by my neck, my jeans ripped across my knee and my Nike shoes. Damn I looked hot!

It became a habit for me to put on my black eyeliner and I felt like I was about to go on stage. I looked around the hotel room. I wish I could bring someone in here soon and bang the hell out of her. But no, today I have a date with Leyla and I gotta behave.

Okay fine, not a date. Jeez.

I went out of my room, locking the door and hailed a taxi cab to head for the bar.

She was sitting on the piano by herself. The bar closed during the day and I saw that bartender from last night was moping the floor and cleaning up. I went over to her and pressed a key on the piano. She jumped and looked up to me.

“Hey.” I smiled at her.

She got up from her seat and I was stunned looking at her. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her curvy figure sexily with the skirt fell to her knees and making me speechless. Right, she said that this isn’t a date yet she dressed up for me? I smirked at the thought.

“Wow, are you the same person I met last night?” she commented while gazing me up and down. I shrugged.

“If you know what I do for a living then you’ll understand.”

She chuckled and grabbed her purse, leading me out of the bar. We walked by the street aimlessly, as she was the one who planned on this touring. I just followed her, walking side by side.

“What exactly you do for a living?” she asked after we turned on the curbside of the street heading towards a lane which splayed across the view of a river. Wow, I didn’t notice a river before.

“I’m a guitarist.”

“No shit.” She stopped walking and her jaw dropped.

“Yeah shit. Why are you so surprised?”

“Uh -” she hesitated. “Nothing.”

“Oh come on. Tell me.”

She started walking again and I followed suit.

“I’m a sucker for guitarists. Have a huge crush on them since I was a teenager.”

I smirked and gaze at her. This is going somewhere.

“Really? That means…you have a huge crush on me too. Am I right?”

“Oh piss off. I haven’t even heard you play.”

“You don’t know what you’re in for, baby.” I whispered in her ear.

She pushed my shoulder softly and laughed. I swear to God. I don’t know why I felt comfortable being around her. Although I’ve just known her for a day, but she felt familiar. Maybe her musical vibe, and how her fingers would quirk into playing invisible piano as mine would play some invisible chords making me feel attracted to her.

“So here we are, in front of the Mississippi river.”

I glanced at the majestic view. This city is truly beautiful with the aroma of music filled the air everywhere we go. I gotta bring the guys here. We sat on the wooden bench in the park facing the view and I watched a couple of boats rowing in the river peacefully. This is totally different from my world. Huntington is just fast-beat, sun scorching and waves crashing while here, I felt at ease.

“So, what was that song you played last night?” I turned to face her, and she gazed straight at me back.

“Strange Meadow Lark. I play there every Friday night. You’re welcome to watch.”

“Only Friday night?”

“Yeah.”

“Shame I’ve got one Friday night left though.”

“You’re leaving next week?”

I nodded. “Got some writings and recordings to do. Though I don’t have any inspiration to write anything yet.” I sighed and leaned back.

“Recording? Are you a rock star or something?”

“We’re heading there. Right now we’ve just released three albums."

“Wow. But I’ve never heard of you before. What band are you in?”

“Avenged Sevenfold. That’s okay, I understand. You’re more of a jazzy type than rock hardcore metal kind of girl.”

She laughed aloud, making me frowned. “That sir, is where you’re wrong. Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath are my favorite bands ever.”

I leaned forward quickly, trying to catch her eyes. “No shit! Those are my favorite bands too!”

“Honey, it’s a crime to be in a rock band and not making them as your favorites.”

I laughed at her remark. That’s true. Wow. I never thought that I could coincidentally bump into someone who was practically my soul mate. We spent the afternoon talking on the bench about bands we love, totally ignoring the fact that I’m in the same industry. We talked like a couple of devoted fans and failed to realize that we were hungry as fuck. My stomach grumbled and making her laughed at it.

“Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

We both got up and walked further to the end of the park and saw an event with jazz music blaring loudly through the big ass speakers and the crowds were dancing lively.

“What’s going on over there?”

“Welcome to New Orleans. Music fests like this happen every day.”

She ordered a couple of hotdogs from the stall near us and handed me one. Hotdogs, park and music fest. And she said that this isn’t a date.

I watched as they spun around in groups, just like those mosh pits in our concert but this was less heavy and a lot happier. Suddenly Leyla took my hand and brought me into the circle, and I had to dance. Fucking awkwardly.

I suck at dancing. Jimmy always mocked my dancing and Zacky would make fun of it every time. But here, she guided me. She took my hand, linked arms with me though I felt out of place. She smiled so sincerely and right then, my heart pounded hard in my chest. She took my fedora hat and playfully placed it on top of her head.

You know when they said that there was gonna be a time where you look at a girl and fell in love with her at first sight?

This was it.

I don’t know what came over me but I stunned speechless, watching her danced around me, following the fast beat of jazz. Her red hair swayed side to side as she laughed and teasingly put the fedora back on me.

The lively music ended and somehow was replaced with a slow song. And I mean slow, like Warmness on The Soul kind of slow. There was only a sound of piano and she stopped dancing abruptly. Other couples on the dance floor started hugging and danced slowly to the song. We just stared at each other, before she turned around to move away from me.

Without knowing, I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer in a swift move. She gasped in surprise. I clasped my right hand into her left palm, my left hand rested on the small of her back. When I started to move, she put her right hand on my shoulder. I saw her biting her lower lip as our gazes locked.

Throughout the song I can’t fight the urge to run my hand through her soft hair. She smiled at my touch, and I pulled her even closer.

“You’re so lucky your boyfriend’s so tall.”

We glanced sideways and saw an elderly couple was dancing beside us; her significant other was shorter than her. I chuckled and Leyla laughed softly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She explained.

I admit that a little bit of my insides dropped hearing her denying that. It’s true that I’m not her anything, but I just don’t know why I want something more with this stranger that I just met yesterday.

Hell I’m not looking for a relationship right now. What Michelle did to me was just too gruesome for me to ever experience that again. But I can’t help it now. I fell in love. My mind was blank, but my body leaned over to her, reaching for her lips.

“Don’t.” she put her fingers across my mouth and snapped me back to reality. “We’re here as friends, remember?” she spoke in a low voice and I pulled back, feeling rejected.

Then all of a sudden she let me go and paced towards the center stage. I was confused. Where is she going, leaving me here with these elderly couples being so lovey dovey around me?

I saw her speaking to the guy on the stage and he nodded, smiling. What the hell is going on? The slow song ended and Leyla came back to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked her, but she didn’t answer me. She just smiled cheekily and pursed her lips.

“Hello, excuse me.” A voice on the microphone suddenly echoed and all attention turned towards it. “I’ve been told that there’s a guitarist among us.”

I glared at her, knowing that this is her work.

“And because this is a free music fest, you’re welcome to play. Please welcome on the stage, Mr Brian!”

The small crowd clapped unevenly and it made me even more embarrassed. I usually deal with crowds that are about my age or younger. I’ve never play in this kind of crowd before. I turned back to Leyla and glared at her again. She shrugged.

“Sorry I don’t know your last name.” she simply said.

“It’s Haner.” I answered her and walked to the stage in heavy steps. The guy who spoke to Leyla earlier handed me a Les Paul, acoustic. Damn, I haven’t played acoustic in so long. A song crossed my mind but we never play it acoustically before.

“Uh, hi.” I spoke into the microphone. “I’m not much of a singer, usually my friend Matt who sings and I just-”

“Just goddamn play the guitar already!” an old man shouted from the back, cutting me off.

“Alright, alright.” I cleared my throat and strapped the guitar on my shoulder. “This one’s for you, Leyla.”

The crowd let out a loud ‘woohs’ and ‘ahhs’ in approval and I felt my cheeks flushed. What the hell Haner? What has gotten into you? I pressed a Dm power chord and started strumming. Damn I wish Matt was here.

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost
It’s empty and cold without you here
Too many people to ache over

As I sang on, my eyes never left her. I can see that she was stunned watching me work my magic on this guitar because she stood motionless at her spot and kept biting her lips. I sang playfully when it came to the part where Matt supposed to reach high notes and she laughed. If only we weren’t here as friends. If only we were something more.

---

“You can definitely play!”

I smirked and snaked my hands in my back pocket as we left the fest to move on with our ‘date’. The elderly couples there gave me a loud round of applause and I felt appreciated, even more than when I’m doing concert with the guys. They were reluctant to let me go but I told them I have a date with Leyla and they immediately gave me their blessings.

“So now do you have a crush on me?” I casually asked her, just to watch her stutter in her words.

“Um, uh – oh hey look! A guitar museum!”

I glanced ahead and can’t believe my own eyes. There was actually a building with half a guitar sculpture gigantically splayed before me. I’ve seen guitars my whole life but never this big.

“Welcome to The American Guitar Museum.” She said, pointing her palm towards the building. There weren’t a lot of people coming into it, judging by how ignorant they were, only passing by. Damn, you don’t get to see an instrument this big everyday you know?

“The American Guitar Museum?”

“The one and only.”

She walked on, taking a flyer from the registration girl and I followed suit. The girl welcomed us and I noticed that she was checking me out. Heh. Sorry, babe. Today my hands are full.

The hallway was almost empty, but decorated with historical guitars hung on the walls and I was amazed by their bizarre collection. There was a guitar with 12 strings and there was one even had two necks. I wonder how do they play those…

“Oh wow, Willie Nelson was here.” She pointed to an old acoustic guitar hung in between the other relics. It looked really old, and scratched, and part of the wood was even broken. But the body was signed by a lot of people.

“You know, there’s a story behind this.” She spoke, her eyes sparkled and I can’t steer my gaze away from her.

“Nelson named this guitar as ‘Trigger’ after a horse’s name. And he actually rescued this from his burning ranch.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. Never thought someone could love a guitar that much. Must have been some relationship they have.”

“What, the guitar and him?”

“No, the horse and him.”

I laughed and failed to realize that my body moved on its own accord, drawing closer to her. She looked up to me and we locked our eyes together, refusing to look away. I raised my hand up to run my fingers through her soft hair and she bit her lip watching my moves.

“No wonder it looks so…broken.”

“Yeah.” She whispered and I saw her swallowed nervously.

“But still beautiful..” my thumb reached her cheek and caressed there softly, drawing an invisible circle. I leaned in a little closer, eyeing her parted lips eagerly but didn’t rush. But then she suddenly moved away from me.

“We should check out the electric section.”

Damn.

She turned away from me too quickly, stumbling across the Nelson’s guitar and almost dropped it but I quickly caught her waist with one arm and the other grabbed the guitar neck.

Phew.

“Wouldn’t want to break the relic.” I spoke in a low voice and looked down to her. Her breasts were showing underneath the cleavage and I can’t help but licked my lips at the sight of them.

Slowly I put the guitar back on its rightful place and turned to face her properly. She didn’t fight nor run this time as I played with the strings of her straight hair, moving my fingers down until they brushed softly on her puckered nipples.

She gasped and held her breath. I drew a smirk and gazed deeply into her eyes.

“Don’t deny this attraction, Leyla. I know you feel the same way.”

She licked her lips too and I stared at it.

“Feel what..?” she whispered.

“This urging…” I snaked my hand around her neck and brought her even more closer. “Urging need to kiss you.”

I couldn’t control myself anymore. I reached for her lips and instantly smiled at the touch of her soft skin, her warmth in my breath and I needed more. I sucked her upper lip with my both palms under her jaw, pulling her upwards to meet my height.

“Bria..” she called my name but I took the chance to breach into her parted mouth with my tongue. She was rendered speechless when I licked her tongue and sucked it after. I’ve been called a great kisser multiple times and I won’t lose to this girl.

“Mmm…”

I felt her hands slowly wrapped around me and I smiled in victory. She can’t fight me no more! I kissed her even deeper to the extent that I can feel the back of her throat. Wow. I’ve never made out with a girl like this before and she made me feel like I want to do this again even when I’m doing it right now.

“Wow…” she pulled away, after I sucked her lips one last time. “You’re definitely a great kisser.”

I smirked. “So I’ve been told.”

She raised her set of brows and replied my smirk with her seductive smile. Damn, at this rate I’m gonna lose it and just bang her right here, right now.

“Are we strangers anymore?” I asked, playing with her hair.

“No.”

“Not even friends?”

She bit her lip. “No.”

“Good, because I intend to make you more than that.”

I crashed my lips onto hers, a lot more aggressive than before. And she immediately moaned in my mouth. I parted for a second and scanned around. There was literally nobody here so I pulled her hand away from the guitars display and searched for a room. I can’t take it anymore. My dick was poking through my jeans and it needed to be released.

We found ourselves in a room full of electric guitars, varied in different shapes and sizes. I was amazed at them for a moment before I saw her locked the door and turned to me, seductively.

“Oh God, I’m in heaven.” That was my thought, but I said it out loud and making her laughed softly.

“Really? Why would you define this as heaven?”

“Because my past and future are all here with me.”

“How so?” she swayed her hips slowly towards me, and her eyes arched down to my bulging crotch. Damn, she wants the D!

“These guitars represent my past, and you…are my future, baby.”

She stood still watching me with a wide smile. What can I say, I’m good with words!

“Aww, that is so cheesy.”

I laughed and pulled her waist roughly so that she landed on my chest and I can feel her breasts against me.

“Hope you like cheese.”

She giggled and I buried my nose in her neck, pushing away her hair to the back and licked the skin under her jaw. She whimpered softly and ran her fingers on my abs down to my crotch.

“You’re so hard..”

“I am, baby. For you.”

She rubbed my straining dick while I grabbed the front collar of her cleavage, peeling it down until it revealed her shoulders. I trailed my kisses down to the top of her breasts and pulled her completely away from the dress.

“Wow.” I stunned, looking at her naked and luxurious breasts inked with a tattoo of Les Paul guitar which crawled down until her ribcage. “I would like to play you.”

“Play away, guitarist.”

I grabbed her waist and ravished her nipples hungrily while my fingers pressed an A chord to the neck of her guitar-tattoo, pressing the flesh of her breast. My thumb playfully strummed the strings on her belly and she giggled a scream.

“That tickles, Brian!”

I parted with her nipples reluctantly and searched deep for her eyes. “Well who told you to have a tattoo of a guitar, and ask a guitarist to play you?”

She bit her lip. “I’m waiting for the right guitarist.”

I growled and dived down for her belly. I buried my teeth there and she giggled endlessly.

“Om nom nom nom nom..”

“Ahahaha!! Stop, Brian! That really..tickles!”

My biting and nipping turned into licks and sucking so swiftly, as swift as her giggle turned into moans.

“Enough playing..” she whimpered and I agreed. I pulled away from her and unzipped my pants, unleashing my throbbing dick that needed to be taken care of.

“Oh my God…” she gasped looking at my groin as I pumped my member hard. “You’re so the right guitarist for me..”

She pulled me into a kiss and I smirked, taking it as a compliment to my size. I picked her up and landed her on top of the guitar shelf, in between the Elvis Presley’s and Johnny Cash’s. Wow, I never thought fucking a girl inside a guitar room would be this hot.

I pulled her panties away and took off my tshirt, toppling over my hat. But she picked it up and put it back on my head.

“You look sexy in this, to be honest.”

I smirked and stroked my dick while parting her legs apart. “And you…look sexier naked.”

I pushed my dick inside her, earning a loud moan and a lot of cuss words from her mouth. I wouldn’t mind that. She felt so tight for me that it even took me a few moments to adjust myself in her.

“Shit you feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck me, Brian.”

“With pleasure, Leyla.”

I thrust in deeply until I felt her end touched my tip and she gasped loudly, wrapping her arms around me. I pulled out almost entirely and we both hissed at the friction of it. Then I slammed again, not pulling out all the way again this time. Our eyes locked as I pounded into her, building my pace higher and faster, watching her eyes rolled back and her smile grew wide.

“You’re a God, Brian…this is…oh shit..”

“Leyla..” I slammed harder, and she rubbed her clit, making me even more turned on.

“Leyla, Leyla..I’m…”

“Yeah..oh fuck..me too Brian..!”

“FUCKK!!”

I felt her clenching around me as I jerked and stiffened, my mouth dropped in O, my eyes rolled up heavenly.

I unloaded in her a couple of times and felt her relaxed in my arms. God, that was the most amazing sex I’ve had in a while. We both came simultaneously and she looked even more beautiful underneath me.

I leaned in and took her lips softly. “Now will you admit you have a crush on me?”

She giggled and kissed me harder. “Alright, fine. I have the biggest crush on you.”

I smiled in satisfactory and feel like going on second round with her. What do you think?

Notes

A/N: heyy to all my readers/subscribers for this story, i'm sorry i haven't update this in a while, seriously i've been so freaking busy at the moment and plus i'm out of inspiration to write oneshots. this Steinways and Schecters II on the other hand, is a promise i made to @Leyla.lp for her birthday.

it's quite similar to the first Steinways and Schecters, but different journey this time.

i already gave her to read this, and i'm glad she likes it :)

so here goes. XD