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Guitar Hero

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel

Romantic Sex Story: Hotel room hijinks.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Illustrated   .

“What do you think of this one?” I asked Press, nodding at the print on the wall of our hotel room.

He studied it dutifully. “Okay, I guess,” he concluded. “They look comfortable. And the fireplace is nice. And the wine.”

“I doubt the vending machines here have wine,” I commented. “As for the fireplace—just a sec.” I went to the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast. Cold, because I didn’t want to use up all the hot water before it was necessary.

“There,” I said, returning to Press. “Doesn’t that crackle like a real fireplace?”

“If you say so,” he said. “So what do you think they’re singing? The couple in the picture.”

“It doesn’t look like they’re singing at all,” I observed.

“But if you had to guess?” Press pressed.

“Um, ‘Sweet Betsy from Pike.’”

“You know that one?”

“We sang it in third grade or maybe fourth. ‘Have you ever heard of Sweet Besty from Pike?’” I sang. “‘She crossed the wide prairie with her husband Ike. With two yoke of cattle and one spotted hog. A tall Shanghai rooster and an old yeller dog.’”

“Sounds like a fun song,” Press said.

“Yeah, but tragedy ensued. I think they ended up eating everything. Maybe even each other. Like in that gingham dog and calico cat song.”

“Shoot, I don’t know that one either,” Press said. “My education must have been lacking.”

“I think in the original Ike wasn’t her husband. He was her lover.”

“How do you know that?”

“Cindy Johnson and I looked it up. We mostly wanted to find out what a Shanghai rooster looked like. Because Danny Metz teased us that a rooster was another name for cock. Anyway the refrain is nice. ‘Singing too rah-li ooh rah-li ooh rah-li ay.’”

“Hey, you sing that pretty good. If I had a guitar, I’d accompany you. If I knew how to play the guitar. I took lessons once. I wasn’t any good at the fingering.”

“Now that’s hard to believe,” I said. “I love your fingering.”

“And I love fingering you,” Press said. Which he then demonstrated. God did he make my clitoris sing!

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Our song went through verse after verse. Afterwards we used up all the hot water.

 
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