The Bare Necessities of Rock and Roll

Rachel Weisz was having the time of her life. Alone in her apartment, she was rocking out and dancing up a storm. Standing with her brand new guitar in front of the full-body mirror, she was a glorious sight. But for all the fun she was having, all the joy it brought to her heart, this moment was not to be shared.

God, she'd die if anyone were to see.

Rachel had adopted a curious and intriguing new habit, but it was just too good to pass up. She thought of checking the locks again but really had no intention of slowing down.

Her long black hair tossed around her head as she shook it from side to side in pure bliss. Sweat poured down her slightly flushed skin as she posed and played, fingers dashing nimbly across the fret board. She flashed her big baby blues and a gorgeous half-smirk at the mirror, slightly biting her lip.

She felt empowered, and sexy, talented, natural and free. Nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

But she was, because that smile wasn't all she was flashing at the mirror. You see, Rachel wasn't just rocking out in front of the mirror with a brand new guitar.

She was rocking her brand new guitar, behind locked doors in her small apartment, totally stark naked.

And she was really getting into it. She'd never played like this before!

Her medium B-cup breasts bounced with the rhythm as she shimmied and shook her equally bare hips.

She swayed her exposed midriff and hopped from one foot to the other, kicking them up behind her in a cute heel pop.

She even gave her pert ass a little shake. Every inch of her ivory skin was alive.....and exposed.

She didn't want to stop. But it would have to end.

She would stop when she heard a knock at the door and the moment she did she would catch herself in the mirror and scramble to the safety of her clothes.

How had this all started?

The explanation isn't as simple as you might think. Things are about to get weird.

Rachel burst through the door of her one-bedroom apartment, full of excitement and awe.

She tossed the gig bag on her bed and examined the treasure inside- the Fender G2 Exposure in original red with all the bells and whistles. She'd never heard of it. She couldn't even trace the year of release. It was by far the rarest and most beautiful guitar she had gotten her hands on. And she couldn't wait to see how it played.

Kicking off her plain black sneakers and pulling onto her mattress, Rachel smiled and pulled her treasure out of the bag. She caught her reflection in the body, surprised at how shiny it was.

She had found it at a dingy garage sale, of all places. The guy who sold it to her was weird, but in a good way. Had these crazy eyes that made you feel......okay so maybe he was a little creepy.

Rachel didn't care. Because for a measly $100 she had gotten a top notch instrument for her collection. She couldn't wait to show the band! Ashley, the bassist, would love it! Taylor thought she had too many toys already. But she was a drummer. She didn't know the rush of a totally new instrument. She could just add to her set.

Enough thinking, Rachel told herself. Time to rock! She quickly plugged her cord into her amp and then into the guitar. She switched it on, played with the settings for the anticipated sound.

Sitting on her bed in her dark red blouse, ripped jeans and long purple knee socks, she picked up the guitar, closed her eyes, placed her fingers above the frets and-

Her fingers wouldn't move? At least not at the guitar. Oh no!

Was she having some sort of seizure?

Rachel frowned. She pushed and pushed but her fingers wouldn't do their stuff.

She huffed, and felt the strap of her black bra (with hot pink stitching), fall off of her shoulder.

Feeling disheveled and uncomfortable, Rachel tried to press her fingers onto the fret board, getting only a little closer.

Okay, this was really weird.

Rachel groaned and put the guitar down and went to take a shower. It must be nerves.

Rachel tip-toed down the hallway nervously. She knew she was alone in her apartment, but she hated the trip to her room from the shower. Any time she forgot to put clothes in the bathroom she was cursed with the anxious idea that someone might barge into her apartment and catch her so under-dressed.

She felt wet and very ****.

But the Exposure was still lying on her bed, and so the moment she was behind closed doors Rachel's mind drifted away from her modesty. She sat on the bed in her fluffy blue towel, wet hair clinging onto her neck and bare shoulders. She breathed in and picked up the guitar again. The soft hum of the amp caught her attention. She had never turned it off.

Everything was ready, and so Rachel began to play........WOAH!

Rachel's jaw hit the floor as her fingers flew across the neck! She had it back! And on her new guitar, it sounded better than ever!

She dropped the guitar back on the bed and pulled on some black-striped pajama pants, a bra, lacy panties, her socks, and a dark grey t-shirt. She returned to the guitar, picked it up, and.....

what the hell?! Again with the fingers!

Then Rachel's mind caught the moment her bra strap had fell and she was able to nudge closer to the fret.........

Oh no. Oh hell no.

She didn't know how it was doing this, but this was not the instrument for her.

This was some sort of prank.

She knew that guy was a creep! What, were there cameras in her house now? Her big blue eyes darted above her soft nose, checking the room.

Just waiting.....

Rachel shook her head, she was being paranoid.

Sadly, she put down the guitar, and went to bed.

Rachel woke up and rubbed her eyes.

She stepped out of bed and nearly tripped over her new guitar.

She checked the time. Her band mates wouldn't be here for hours.

Maybe.

No. Rachel shuddered, feeling exposed already.

.....But.....

FINE.

Rachel couldn't contain her curiosity. That had never been her strong suit.

Biting her lip, Rachel made sure the doors were locked, including the one to her room.

She sat on her bed and shyly began sliding off her purple knee-high socks, exposing first one bare foot and then the other to the cool air. Lowering her feet to the hard wood floor, she scrunched her toes at the chilly surface. She picked up the guitar and found she could touch the frets......but no more.

Okay then. Breathe.

Rachel was breathing, but she was freaking out. She'd try it, okay?

Just to try it.

Rachel's hands found the hem of her pants....but she wasn't ready.

Deftly maneuvering her hands below her t-shirt, she soon pulled out a maroon bra, and her soft, full breasts jiggled as they fell into their unrestrained perch.

Throwing the bra on the bed and trying again, Rachel found that she could now play.....pretty good, but not like she usually did.

Rachel groaned again. This was going to be a one time affair for sure. Standing up, in front of her mirror now, Rachel shimmied her pants down to her feet, exposing her long, pretty, silky legs and her cute bum covered by lacy panties. Now she was a little embarrassed.

Rachel blushed and tried again. Okay! Good! She was playing like she could usually play! And she was only down to........

Damn....two items of clothing. She was practically naked!

And then a thought came into Rachel's mind. An insidious, irresistible thought.

....and Rachel pulled her grey t-shirt up, exposing a lovely bare stomach, her side adorned with an interesting tattoo of a stained-glass moth in Gothic fashion.

Her breasts dropped out from under the shirt, immaculate and pert, capped with rosy nipples. Now Rachel was feeling really exposed. She didn't know how she would feel more naked.

But of course, she wasn't there yet.

Rachel closed her eyes and waited a few moments. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
Suddenly she felt a buzzing sensation as the guitar was held against her mostly bare form.

And she knew what she had to do.

Rachel pulled her panties down, first to her knees, then to her ankles. Then off one foot. Then off the black-painted toes of the other.

She threw her panties across the room and refused to open her eyes.

The air danced everywhere. She could feel everything. Even the eyes that weren't there.

For a moment she panicked. And then she lowered her hands to the frets and.....

Rachel was still rocking out, hours later, in her best birthday suit.

And she didn't care!!

Her finely manicured fingers did their dance as she did hers in front of the mirror.

Until there was a knock at the door.

In her excitement and revelry, Rachel almost didn't put the guitar down.

Another knock. Rachel pulled herself with all her might from this moment and put the guitar down.
She packed another guitar, a non-nudity-requiring beauty into her gig bag. Smiling over her shoulder with a wink, she opened her door and trotted barefoot down the stairs. She was far enough down not to notice the audible pop and disappearance of her new guitar, and the replacement of the guitar in the bag on its stand. She was about to open the door when....

Rachel made a soft "eep" as she realized her state of total nudity! She squealed inwardly and threw her arms around herself, one to cradle her breasts and the other to protect her treasure. She ran up the stairs and saw her towel from the last night.

The knocking was getting more insistent.

Realizing how wet with sweat she was, Rachel quickly formulated an explanation. She had been in the shower.

That was believable. So Rachel went downstairs in her towel and prepared to let her friends inside, with the explanation that she just had to get dressed.

Would it be so easy?