guitarist daw type niya pero nung fininger ko baliw raw ako?
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The bar was alive with music and the soft murmur of conversations. Alice stood on stage, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the guitar strings as she played the final notes of her set.
The spotlight cast her in a warm glow, highlighting her casual confidence and the undeniable spark in her eyes.
To anyone else, she was just another talented guitarist doing her thing. But for Risa, Alice was magnetic.
Risa couldn't keep her gaze from straying to Alice's fingers, watching as they danced along the frets with an ease that was as impressive as it was hypnotizing.
It was no secret that Risa had a thing for guitarists; she found something irresistibly attractive about their poise, their focus, and the way they could turn a simple melody into an experience.
But Alice... Alice was something else.
As the final notes of the song faded into the low hum of the bar, Alice's eyes locked onto Risa's across the crowd.
A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she handed off her guitar and made her way over, her stride purposeful, as though Risa were the only one in the room.
"So," Alice said, leaning in just enough that Risa could feel the warmth radiating from her. "Enjoy the show?"
Risa gave a nonchalant shrug, attempting to play it cool. "I've seen better."
"Oh, really?" Alice raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "And here I thought you were mesmerized."
Risa rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping up her neck. "Don't flatter yourself."
But Alice wasn't about to let it go. She reached out, letting her fingertips brush over Risa's hand, tracing small circles against her skin.
"Tell me, Risa," she murmured, voice just above a whisper, "is it the music, or is it the guitarist that you can't take your eyes off?"
Risa bit her lip, caught off guard by the bluntness of Alice's teasing. "Who says I was looking at you?" she managed to reply, though her voice betrayed her flustered state.
"Oh, please," Alice chuckled, her tone laced with amusement. She leaned in even closer, her breath brushing against Risa's ear. "I saw you watching me. And don't pretend you're not into it. You like a guitarist, don't you? You like someone who knows how to... handle things."
Risa's face grew hot, but she refused to back down. "You're awfully full of yourself, Alice," she replied, trying to sound dismissive but failing as her voice softened.
Alice only grinned. "You think I don't notice? All those times you'd come to our shows, sneaking glances, pretending not to look interested." Her hand trailed up Risa's arm, her touch light and teasing. "I bet you think you're subtle, but I know when someone's hooked."
"Oh, really?" Risa shot back, trying to recover her composure. "And what makes you so sure?"
Alice smirked, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Because if you weren't, you wouldn't be blushing right now."
Before Risa could think of a reply, Alice's hand found its way to her waist, pulling her just a bit closer. The distance between them was almost non-existent, and Risa's breath hitched as Alice's gaze lingered on her lips.
"Alice..." she whispered, not quite sure if it was a warning or an invitation.
"Yes?" Alice's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, knowing she had Risa right where she wanted her.
With one last teasing look, Alice's hand drifted down, resting on Risa's hip with a possessive confidence. "Why don't we go somewhere a little more... private?" she suggested, her voice soft but laced with intention.
Moments later, they were outside in the quiet of the night, slipping into the dimly lit hallway of Alice's apartment. As soon as the door closed behind them, Alice wasted no time pressing Risa against the wall, her fingers trailing down Risa's sides with the same skillful touch she'd used to play her guitar.
Alice's hands moved with slow, calculated purpose, and Risa couldn't help but shiver at the feel of them. She could still feel the heat of Alice's gaze, confident and daring, as if she knew exactly what Risa wanted but was going to make her wait for it.
"Ugh... Alice..." Risa's breath came out in a whisper, her voice shaky as Alice's fingers slid down to her waist, just lingering, adding to the anticipation.
Alice smirked, leaning closer so her lips were inches from Risa's ear. "What's that? Already coming undone?" she teased, her voice a low murmur that sent a thrill through Risa.
Risa swallowed, struggling to keep her composure, but the way Alice's hands explored every inch of her skin, deliberate and lingering, made it impossible.
"You're so good... at being a guitarist," Risa managed, biting her lip as Alice's fingers traced along her hip. "The way... your hands move onto mine..."
Alice chuckled softly, her smirk widening as her fingers slid lower, a teasing hint of what was to come. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, sweetheart," she whispered, her tone dripping with confidence. "And I'm going to take my time with you."
Risa's breath hitched as Alice's fingers began their rhythmic dance, every touch leaving her more breathless, more undone.
"Ugh... uhmm... Alice..." she gasped, her words slipping out as her head tilted back, giving in to the sensation. "F-k... your fingers..."
Alice's grin turned wicked, her voice a playful taunt. "That's it, Risa," she murmured, her fingers moving with practiced ease, each touch in perfect time with Risa's responses. "Didn't know you'd be this eager."
"Ugh... Alice... goddamn... mommy..." Risa's words came out in broken gasps, her body leaning into Alice's touch, her voice breathy and desperate. "You... know exactly how to drive me crazy..."
Alice kept her gaze fixed on Risa, her smirk never faltering. "Only because I know what you like," she teased, her voice soft but sure.
She shifted her touch ever so slightly, sending another wave of pleasure through Risa, whose knees nearly gave out.
Moments stretched on, Alice's teasing touch leaving Risa breathless, her words turning to soft, incoherent murmurs as she clung to Alice, completely lost in the sensation.
With every touch, every whisper, Alice kept Risa on the edge, perfectly aware of the effect she was having, until finally, with one last, knowing glance, she pushed Risa over the edge.
As they sank to the floor together, tangled in each other's arms, Risa lay in Alice's embrace, trying to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing.
Alice grinned, pressing a soft kiss to Risa's forehead, her fingers trailing lazily up and down Risa's arm.
"Guess you do have a thing for guitarists," Alice whispered, her tone playful.
Risa laughed softly, completely undone.
