Molesting Lily

I arrived at the address she gave me around 1 p.m., a fairly large mansion, definitely in an affluent neighborhood. Ringing the doorbell, I stood there quietly in front of a huge double door, made from heavy wood resembling oak. I had my bass on as a sort of backpack, and was carrying a small amp/speaker unit for it as well. I had been told to bring everything I might need, since she and her friends were more about classical instruments and wouldn’t have everything. As a fairly tall, but also skinny guy my backpack reached comical heights, with the head of it sticking out a foot over my 6”7’ frame. Being kinda nervous, I thought about what I’d heard or seen from her. The door opening ripped me out of my thoughts as I saw her housemate, who was already expecting me. He told me to go downstairs and then turn left at the back of the basement. I introduced myself, and he nodded as I went down the stairs after leaving my shoes at the door, walked through a common area of sorts and reached what could only be the door to her room.

Knocking on the door, I heard her say “Come in” in a quiet voice. I opened the door and saw her laying on her bed, staring at her phone. Surrounded by a lot of stuffed animals and monsters of sorts, she didn’t look anything close to my age, with me being 19. Lily looked closer to her mid-teens, her small frame and her choice of clothing and Decor made her look even younger then that. Dressed in a grey shirt with one of her drawings on it, in a rather cartoon-ish and cute style, and black sweatpants, combined with pink ankle socks, all of it was rather form-fitting or just small. Her hair was an orange-red tone, rather washed out and fading into her normal brown color, falling down over her shoulders. Starting to unpack next to her keyboard, between her desk and her mattress on the floor, I noticed her room being rather small and only having a single chair in it, and a stool for her keyboard. Everything seemed rather comfy. When I turned back to her putting down her Phone and got up. Knowing that she likes hugs, I went in to hug her, she even put her head to my chest, making me go for the bold move of letting my hand rest on her lower back and her hip. Lily really was tiny compared to me, and let the hug go on for longer then I’d thought anyone would for someone they just met in person for the first time. After a couple of slowly pulled back and I let go of her.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” I asked her, while taking a seat on the edge of her mattress. Lily replied: “I was hoping you could teach me how to play bass. The whole house is heading out or has already left so we won’t get a group for music together.”. I nodded and added: “I was actually super nervous about you making me perform in front of everyone, I’m not really the personality to enjoy it.”. I grabbed my bass from its case and sat back down next to her, and started explaining some basics to her. Lily definitely knows more about music theory then me, and got the basic theory rather quickly. While we were just discussing it, her flatmate showed up and told her they’d leave now as well, and when to expect them back. I was rather surprised at the Idea of being alone with Lily until the late evening.

Transitioning from theory into practice a few minutes later, with me handing her my bass. She really got surprised by its weight, and held it rather weirdly. I asked her if I could just adjust her posture, and she agreed. I sat slightly behind her and reached around her, first putting the bass in the right position, then taking her left wrist and putting it on the third fret, while I was going in for more physical contact then necessary, which she didn’t seem to mind. I then put both my hands on her shoulders and made her straighten up, not feeling any bra straps there, probably due to her small A-cup breasts not needing the support, and then moved her other wrists over the body of the bass, letting her rest her thumb on top of the first string.