Amy shows you her guitar skills at her house

As you walk out the school doors, and on to the side walk you stand around looking form Amy. Then suddenly a pair of arms grab you from behind. Your hands now pinned to your sides you try and struggle to break free. It’s no use though, whoever is holding you is a lot more stronger.

“Hey wha the-.”

Before you could even finish your sentence you felt something sharp clamp down around you neck.

“Yowch!!

There’s a quick flash of light, then who ever had you in their grip let’s go of you.
You quickly spin around to see Amy standing front of you with a big old grin on her face. She holding her phone in her hand which you guess was the source of the flash.

“Ow d-did you just bite me again.” You say rubbing your neck.

“Hehe sorry I just wanted see your expression.” Amy said looking at her phone.

She then turns the phone around to show you.

“I mean come on you have to admit you couldn’t make this kind of face on purpose, even if you tried.”

You see a picture of yourself making a unflattering expression. Your mouth contorted in mid yelp, your face looking goofy, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head.

“Hey, come on delete that.” You reach out to try and grab the phone from Amy.

Amy instead holds it out of reach.

“Aw come on you look so funny here.”

“Amy please…”

“Alright fine…” Amy then taps her phone a few times.

“Okay I deleted the picture, now come let’s get going already.” Amy grabs you by the wrist and starts tugging you along.

“Hey hold on , I can walk by myself Amy.” You say almost stumbling.

“Well come on my house isn’t to far if we we can get there in a few minutes if we hurry.” Amy then takes of at a pace between speed walking and jogging.

You were beginning to get the sense that Amy isn’t one of those girls that like to sit still. Either her mind or her body were constantly on the move. Constantly pushing on to the next thing.

With the quick pace the two of you take, you reach Amy’s house in a matter of minutes. Her house is moderate size, and is pretty much the same as every other house in the neighborhood. There are no cars in the driveway so you assume that Amy’s parents aren’t home.

“Come on the back door is unlocked.” Amy says as you follow her to the side of the house.

There is a large wooden fence with a chain link gate. The gate appears to be latched from the other side and, you unsure how exactly your supposed to get in. Amy then casually throws her backpack over the gate and proceeds to climb it. She makes it over with surprising ease after which she unlatches the gate and let’s you in.

“You do this every day to get into your house?” You ask as you follow her to a screen door in the back of the house.

“Yeah when my parents aren’t home, I used to have a spare key but I lost it so they told me I have to get in this way from now on since they don’t trust me enough to get me another one.”

Amy kicks off her shoes and throws her bag on a nearby sofas as she stepped inside. You slip off your shoes as well placing your bad on the ground next to the screen door.

“Come on let’s go to my room.”

Amy walks over to a door in a hallway leaving the living room that you were in. Through the door is a set of stairs leading down which you follow Amy down. Her room seems to be a basement sort of hang out spot, a place were some one would hang out with a couple of buddy’s with probably a pool table to keep them occupied. Though the room seems to be a bit refitted the floor being covered in a carpet, with the walls looking like they just had a just been repainted.

Even still it looks like Amy made the basement her own personal domicile. There were a few posters on the wall of what looked to be different metal bands. A red electric guitar and, amp were agains the wall in the far comers. A tv was on a stand against the right wall with two gaming consoles. A large desk, and a laptop was on on the back wall as well. She even had a decent sized single bed, with a large closet next to it. Finally to complete the room was a dresser which was on the other side of the bed.

“Nice room.” You say still looking around.

“Thanks, now check this out.” Amy says grabbing her guitar and plugging it into the amp.

She pulls the amp into the center of the room, she seems very exited as she keeps checking to make sure you are watching her. She then flicks the amp’s on switch and, it hums to life. Guitar pick in hand she raises her arm up a high, before letting it drop, sliding it across all of the cords. The guitar howls a sound out the amp, and Amy begins to strum at a rapid pace. Her fingers skillfully dancing over each cord, your impressed at how well Amy is able to play. You haven’t listened to much rock or metal, but Amy’s playing seems to be on par with the guitarists in most of the songs you heard. She able to play a range of notes very quickly, as well keep a nice flow.

Her music makes you want to jump all around, the thrill of the guitar making your adrenaline spike. Yet you are to embarrassed to do anything to crazy. So
you just sort of sway back and forth boing your head to show your enjoying the show. Amy was really in the zone right now as she gave you some flair by jumping in the air, and giving the guitar another full strum as soon as she hit the floor. The she began to head bang as she showed of a feat of expertly played series of notes. Her hair whirling around her as Amy shook her head back and, forth.

Finally she ends her solo with few more jumping strums before executing a back flip with the guitar and landing on her feet.

“Woah that was really cool!” You say as you can’t help but clap.

“Yeah I know pretty awesome right.” Amy says proud of her self but clearly a bit worn out.

“So you do stuff like that up on stage, you did say you play with a band right?”

“Uh huh, oh hey I got my costume for concerts let me give you the full experience.” Amy then drags you over to the one of the empty corners of the room.

“No pecking while I get changed got it.” Amy says as she spins you around face the wall.

“R-right.”

You then hear Amy opening the door to her closet and some rustling around. You feel a bit tempted to peck, your cock twitching about potential seeing Amy in her underwear.

“Uh so, how big of a crowd do you usually play for?” You ask booing some conversation with her your mind off of perverted thoughts.

“Ummm, their decent if we play at a club or something, but it’s no where near big as the ones famous bands get.” Amy says.

“I see, and how many other members are in your band?” You ask.

“Four there are four of us.” Amy says as you still hear her rummaging around behind you.

“They nice?”

“Yeah the other girls are nice, but they can be bitches some times you know.”

“O-oh.”

“Specially our singer she can be a real brat some times has a big ego.”

“Must be kinda rough.” You say trying to sound sympathetic.

“I manage…”

Then the sound of rummaging stops.

“Okay I’m done changing, check out my look.” Amy says.

Eager to find out how she looks you turn around to see.