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The Guilt Will Kill You

Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

should take her baskets of food.” “I know, right? But she's a much better cook than I am. It's too far to walk, and my car's a piece of crap, so I usually ride my motorcycle. Can't carry much, though. I keep one of my guitars at her place.” “What type of guitar do you like to play?” “Depends on the style of the song.” He opened the door to a closet lined with guitars. “I'm going to remove the lead guitar track. I want to hear you play.” “Should I sing too?” “If you can.” She examined a few of the instruments, strumming them and listening to their raw sound. “The first verse should have an acoustic lead, so this guitar will be great, but that one's better for what I'd do plugged in.” “Bring them out here.” He got his own guitar. “Tune yours first.” She experimented with both instruments, making fine adjustments to suit her ear. After a few practice riffs and chords, she nodded. “These are great. Let's do this.” Wolfie readied his own instrument. “You lead. I'll follow.” They played and sang for hours. Finally, she said, “My fingers are done for the day.” “That's okay, Red. I didn't mean to keep you this long.” “No, it's fine. We were awesome together.” “I wouldn't go that far.” “You're too serious, Wolfie. Too hard on yourself. It was a fun jam session.” “True. I haven't played with a live human in years. You're good with a guitar.” “Thanks. You've got some moves on you yourself. I'd love to watch you play the rest of the tracks.” He chuckled. “Today was the first time I ... picked up an instrument with someone in the room for a long time.” “It shouldn't be the last. I need to get going, but we should do this again.” He walked her to the shed. “Promise you won't tell a soul about this.” “Don't worry.” “Good. Next Saturday, maybe ten? I'll make lunch.” “Great! I'll be here.” *** “What did you do yesterday?” Lisa asked when they took a break from working on their latest song. “Not much. Went on a ride. Kinda hung out.” “With Harry Wolf? “How did you know?” “There's something different in your vocal delivery today. I kinda like it.” “I had fun. We sang and played some tunes together. I could learn a lot from him.” Lisa opened her laptop. “I did a little searching and found a live version of 'Full Moon Love'. Wanna hear it?” “Sure.” When the song ended, Pietra laughed. “That sure was Wolfie on lead vocal.” “Yeah. The base player sang back-up. They sounded great together.” “That was Duke, the guy who died.” “This recording was made the night of the accident,” Lisa said. “The girl on the back was killed too. The reports said he was drunk.” “He was. Wolfie bought the drinks that night after the show.” “He told you that?” “He blames himself for Duke's death. That's why he went into hiding.” Lisa mused, “For their time, they were cutting edge. He should play again. It would do him good.” *** Saturday morning a month or so later, Wolfie opened the shed. “Looks like it might rain.” When they got to the studio, he said, “I wrote a poem a few years ago and decided ...