"Hey Brad, you remember Alissa from the last party, right?" Dave said, standing beside the sexy redhead.

Of course, Brad remembered her; she was wearing his favorite color just like before -- red hair on black leather.

"Yeah," he replied with an ear-to-ear grin as he pulled his guitar from its case and stood up. "Nice to see you again," he added, as his cock was already starting to swell.

Alissa returned his smile as she stepped in front of him and wrapped him up in a nice hug. "I love the way you play," she said quietly in his ear with a little giggle.

"Thanks," was all he could manage to say as the smell of her lilac shampoo wafted through his nostrils.

"I hope you're going to play 'Hallelujah' again. I love the way you do that one, especially the second verse," she added as her hand lowered over his ass, then smacked it. She giggled, then winked at him as she quickly pulled away from the hug.

The friends sat around the fire, drinking beer, laughing, joking, and listening to Brad's singing and playing.

"Come on, Brad. I can't wait any longer. Play 'Hallelujah,’" Alissa yelled, seemingly annoyed. She stood up and walked in front of him, giving him a sultry expression.

"Okay, okay," he said and swallowed hard.

He started playing the song and sang the first verse. Alissa started to sway her body in front of him. When the second verse started, Alissa joined in singing along, as she stared into his eyes.

She stepped to his side and bent down slightly. She sang even louder as she traced his lips with a single finger, singing, "and from your lips, she drew the hallelujah," then laughed heartily as everyone stared, astonished. A deafening silence followed, except for Alissa's laughter.

"What?" she said, finally tearing her eyes from Brad's and looking at everyone staring at her.

As the party was breaking up, Alissa came up to Brad as he was putting his guitar away.

She looked down at him, smiling, and said, "Brad, would you mind coming over and playing some more just for me?"

His gaze went from her flip-flops up her toned legs to her khaki shorts. He felt the blood rushing below as his gaze went over her bare midriff, open black leather jacket, her braless breasts in her crop top, and then to her freckled, beautiful face and inviting smile.

"Ah... ah... um... sure," he barely managed to say.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the top floor of the apartment building.

"Come on," she said, grabbing his free hand. "My apartment is the last one down the hall, but... I have a better idea," she said, leading him in the opposite direction.

"Okay," he hesitantly said, a little scared and excited simultaneously.

They came to a metal door at the end of the hall. She let go of his hand and opened the door, giggling. "Hurry up and follow me. I think you're going to love this," she said, and quickly ascended the steps.

Brad's eyes were glued to her swaying ass as he followed behind her up the short staircase. She quickly opened the metal door at the top of the stairs and stepped through. Brad stepped out onto the rooftop.

"What do you think? It's my little get-a-way," she said, smiling mischievously as she walked towards what looked like an old-fashioned washtub.

He didn't know what to say as the full moon illuminated her.

"Don't be shy. Come on over here," she said more of a command than a request as she dropped down on one knee beside the washtub.

He walked slowly towards her as she turned a faucet with a hose connected to it from a large metal tank with copper tubing wrapped around it. He heard the water spilling into the washtub at the other end of the hose.

"What is this?" he asked as he set his guitar case down.

She giggled as she stood back up and removed her jacket without answering his question. He noticed her nipples were hard, poking through her crop top as her breasts jiggled. She pointed to a wooden chair he hadn't noticed before on the other side of the washtub.

"You can play there for me," she said sternly. "You want to play, don't you?" she added, then bent over and swirled her finger in the washtub water.

"Um... yeah, okay," he said nervously and took his guitar over to the chair.

He got on his knees with his back to her. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He wasn't sure why, but his cock was hard as hell as he opened the guitar case. He reached in and grabbed the neck of his guitar.

"Wait!" he heard her say from right behind him.

He froze.

He felt what he thought were naked breasts pressing against the back of his neck. His hard cock throbbed harder in his jeans as he saw her face in his peripheral vision at the side of his head. She had a wicked smile.

"Do you like role playing, Brad?"

"Wha... wha... what?"

"Role playing. That's what we're going to do tonight, Brad. Do you trust me? Is your faith strong?" she said, then giggled into his ear. "Your faith was strong, but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof... you know how it goes, right?" she sang softly, then nipped his earlobe.

"Oh God, Alissa," he barely managed to say.

"You need to be dressed appropriately, and what I mean by dressed appropriately is... naked, Brad," she whispered in his ear, then reached down to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up.

Brad let go of his guitar and let her take his shirt off.

With his back still to her, she said, "Stand up," again as a command, not a request.

He was having trouble breathing as he stood up. He instantly knew her breasts were bare, as he felt them pressing against his bare back. Her hands reached around him. One hand unzipped his fly, then joined the other to unbutton his jeans.

He was literally shaking as her hands started tugging his jeans down, pausing only to gather his boxers along with his jeans. Agonizingly slow, she pulled his jeans and boxers down. His hard cock aching, throbbing, and flexing as it was exposed inch by inch.

Just when he thought he couldn't take this torture any longer, his cock popped out.

She stopped for what seemed an eternity, but was just a few seconds as his cock bobbed up and down straight out in front of him. He drew in a sharp breath as her hand wrapped around his cock, and she sang, "Hallelujah," into his ear.

She gently squeezed his cock in her grasp, then let go. He felt her bare breasts and her erect nipples as they slid down his back while she lowered herself and his clothes. With his jeans and boxers around his ankles, she remained behind him and untied his shoes.

He couldn't help it as his hard cock jerked and started leaking his excitement. He felt her hands graze his shins, slowly working up to his thighs. She held his outer thighs and worked him around to face her.

He looked down. Her red hair looked fiery in the moonlight, framing her freckled face. His hard, leaking cock just an inch from her succulent lips as her tongue slithered out, licking all around them. Her lips pursed, then blew her warm breath gently out over his throbbing tip, making it jerk and leak more.

Her hands moved up his outer thighs to his hips, and she gently pushed him to sit on the chair. His cock stuck straight upwards toward the moon, his pre-cum oozing down his underside and seemingly sparkled in the moonlight.

He sucked in a breath as he gazed down, looking at the freckles that accentuated her heaving breasts. Her eyes glinted up to his as her tongue slowly pushed through her lips as she leaned down. The tip of her tongue pressed gently, where his scrotum met his hard shaft. Keeping her eyes on him, her tongue slowly moved up his underside, gathering his pre-cum. Her tongue flattened as it ascended up the underside of his hardness, his pre-cum pooling on her tongue as its tip flicked over his tip.

His eyes were wide, and more pre-cum leaked out, while he watched intently as she drew her tongue into her mouth, her eyes still fixed on his as she swirled her tongue around her mouth, savoring his taste like a fine wine before swallowing.

"Oh... oh... oooh, Alissa," he moaned out loud.

She started humming the song as she slowly rose to stand up in front of him. She stared down at his face, then his throbbing cock. Still humming the song, she slowly unbuttoned her shorts. She drew the zipper slowly down, revealing her pink lace panties.

She gave him another of her mischievous grins, then continued to hum the song as she turned around. She swayed her hips to her humming as she slowly hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties.

Ever so slowly, she tantalizingly drew her clothes down her swaying hips, exposing more and more of her naked flesh. Brad's cock was leaking like a sieve. He wanted to stroke himself and cum so badly as he watched more and more of her deliciously sexy ass.

He swore he was going to cum right then and there, without even touching himself as he looked through her thigh gap, once exposed. He could only imagine the exposed lips of her sweet pussy between her thighs, because it was in the shadow of the moonlight. Somehow, it made it that much more enticing and arousing.

When her shorts were just above her knees, she looked back over her shoulder at him with that familiar grin. She walked backwards toward him. She sat on his knees and slid back until his hard cock pressed against her backside, before leaning down and removing her shorts and panties.

Once she was naked, she stood back up, still with her back to him. She glanced over her shoulder at him and bit her lower lip.

"Play the song," she commanded, then walked over to the water tank and turned the faucet off.

Brad quickly grabbed his guitar, though it wasn't what he wanted to play with right now. He was shocked, aroused, scared, and confused. He'd never been in a situation like this before.

His hands were shaking as he placed the guitar on his lap. He wasn't sure if he could play. He had to move his guitar into an awkward position because of his nakedness and his hard cock sticking straight up in his lap.

He stared at Alissa in her naked form as she stood back up. The moonlight added to her alluring sexiness. She stepped to the washtub and finally turned around to face him.

"Oooooh my God, Alissa," he moaned out as he took in her full naked body from the front.

"PLAY!" she commanded again and turned around, lifting her leg up and into the washtub.

He swore he could see her pussy's wetness glisten in the moonlight as it spread open, getting into the washtub. His cock jerked hard and spurted pre-cum out, landing on his balls.

"PLAY!" she repeated her command.

He started playing the song. She didn't need to tell him; he knew what song she wanted. He watched as she sat down in the tub and leaned back. Still playing the intro as she straightened back up, her breasts barely visible above the sides. He could see the water drip off of her erect nipples.

He started to sing the first verse as she hummed along while she ran her hand over her arm, washing it. He continued as she continued to wash herself.

She started singing the words as he started the second verse. She stood up in the washtub as she sang along and spread her legs, running her wet hand over her pussy. "You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty..." she sang as she stepped out of the washtub and started walking towards him.

The water glistened over her naked flesh as she moved closer and closer to him. He was starting to shake as if hearing the next words in the song, as if he'd never heard them before.

"She tied him to the kitchen chair... chair... ch... chair," he stopped; he was shaking and scared as she stood right in front of him, water dripping down her beautiful, sexy body.

She leaned down and gently took the guitar from his hands and put it in the case. She stepped behind him and leaned beside his head.

"She tied him to the kitchen chair," she sang again in a whisper as she gathered his hands behind him and the chair. He struggled to breathe as he felt her wrapping the rope around his wrists. His cock throbbed harder and started leaking again.

He didn't dare to attempt to look at her as he shook, scared yet more aroused than he could ever remember being. His body jerked when he suddenly heard the sharpness of the scissors snipping together in her hand now beside his face.

"And she cut your hair," she sang again in his ear as she moved in front of him on her knees.

"A... Aliss... Alissa," he stuttered out as his eyes grew wide.

He gasped out loud as she gathered his pubic hair between two fingers, then snipped it off with the scissors.

"Oooooh. Oh my God, Al... Alissa," he gasped again as she gathered more of his pubic hair and snipped it off.

He was completely dumbfounded as he watched her methodically trim all his pubic hair. His cock aching from her hands, grazing it. She gathered his balls in her hand, squeezing his sack just above them. Then she snipped his hair all around his balls.

She let go and placed the scissors on the floor. She lightly held his hard cock between her thumb and index finger, moving it about as she inspected her work, ignoring the fact his cock continued leaking.

When she was satisfied, she wrapped her fingers around him snugly, looking up to his eyes. Her hand slowly moved up his hardness as her eyes closed slightly.

"And from your lips she drew the..." she started to sing again, then paused her singing and her movement on his aching cock. "Sing it when I make you cum," she commanded.

He could only nod his head, making her smile as she stroked him. Her other hand came up and massaged his balls as she stroked faster. She started humming the song again as her manipulations became more aggressive.

She felt his balls start to tighten, his cock grew harder. She knew he was on the brink as she bellowed out, "... and from your lips she drew the..." and stopped singing as her hand was a blur on his cock.

"HALLELUJAH!" Brad sang at the top of his lungs as his orgasm erupted, sending his sperm streaming up to his chin.

"Hallelujah, hallelujah..." she started singing the chorus as rope after rope of cum painted his naked front.

"Again," she said and kept singing the chorus repeatedly as she rose and sat down on his lap. She slid her pussy up and down his cock not giving it a chance to soften. She continued singing the chorus over and over, faster and faster as she continued sliding her now gushing wet pussy over his rigid cock.

His voice cracked, but he kept singing with her.

Suddenly, he screamed her name out loud as she sunk down over his hard cock.

"SING THE SONG!" she yelled, then continued, "Hallelujah, hallelujah..." as she rode his hard cock.

Brad struggled to keep his composure and sing with her as she rode him, the tempo of the song matching her movements, faster and faster. He could feel her pussy clenching his cock. He could feel her juices running down and over his balls.

Suddenly, Alissa started singing the fourth verse, "There was a time..." so fast it was almost indiscernible. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out as she screamed out the words, "...and every breath..."

"HALLELUJAH!" they both screamed simultaneously as they came together, screaming the chorus together as their orgasmic juices flowed together from the bodies. After repeating the chorus one more time, she collapsed against him as his hard cock throbbed deep inside of her. They were both gasping for air.

Her face in the crook of his neck as they both rode out their orgasm. Her breasts pressed to him, and her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Finally, as their breaths settled, he felt her hands loosening the rope off his tied hands behind his back. After she freed his hands, she whispered in his ear, "Do you know any other sexy songs for next time?"

His cock flexed inside her one last time as he heard her words. For the first time, he wrapped his arms around her and felt her flesh with his hands.

"Not at the moment, but I do take requests," he replied.

She pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes again. This time, her eyes and her smile seemed genuinely enamored. She leaned in and gave his lips a brief peck and pulled back. "I'll have to think about that. Hallelujah is a hard one to top," she said, and then gave him a proper passionate kiss.

She suddenly pulled away from the kiss. Her grin grew to a big smile. She giggled and asked him, "Do you have a cowboy hat, Brad?"

"Um, yeah. Why?"

Her giggles turned into a laugh as she said, "What's that song called? Something like... ah... save a horse, ride a cowboy? That sounds like fun."

His cock flexed still inside her at the thought. "Yeah. That does sound like fun."