How I became fuck-buddies with my violin teacher [FM]

Not too long ago my Mom suggested I start playing the violin to become more “well-rounded”. I nearly laughed out loud when she first said it. I have about as much interest in learning an instrument as I do in watching paint dry. Nevertheless, my mother is stubborn and persistent. She would constantly coax me into it. After more arguments than I’d like to admit, I finally caved in and agreed.

Before I continue I should give you a little background information. Recently – for whatever reason – I have been pretty hot and bothered. I started to look at boys in a different way than I used to. I found myself wanting something from them that I didn’t even know they had to offer. The other day in the shower I tried rubbing my clit for the first time and it felt so good. I can’t believe I’ve gone all these years without ever trying that. I’d watched porn before, so I had an idea of what I should be doing but I’d never actually had an orgasm despite my attempts.

Fast forward to my first violin lesson. My mom dropped me off on a Thursday at my local music center with my rental violin. I wasn’t very excited, in fact I was hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.

A bell clanged as I opened the front door. I was greeted at the front desk by an older man with glasses and a big white beard. He looked like Santa Claus on a diet.

“How can I help you, young girl?” The man asked. He folded his hands in front of him on his desk.

“I’m scheduled for a violin lesson,” I told him.

“Ok now let me see here…” He peered down at a clipboard before him and ran a bony finger across a list of names. “Ah, you must be Sophie,” He finally said with a smile. “Your instructor is Dan, he’s the second room on the left,” The old man motioned to a small hallway at the back of the store. I thanked him and started on my way.

As I approached the second room, I could see someone playing the violin through a small window in the door. He had his back turned to me and I couldn’t hear any noise through the walls, but I assumed it was Dan. I lightly knocked on the door and a young, dark haired man turned around and made eye contact with me. He smiled and stood up to get the door. My jaw nearly dropped when he opened it. He was in shape, and the tight-fitting blue shirt he wore showed off his toned body. His hair was light brown and short and he had a tan complexion. His smile was perfect, like something you see on the ad for a dentist. However, nothing compared to those eyes. They were a beautiful deep-blue color and seemed to penetrate me to my core. I probably looked like an idiot staring at him with my mouth open.

“You must be Sophie. My name is Dan it’s nice to meet you,” he extended a muscular hand. Forcing myself to look away from his eyes, I shook his hand and we began our lesson. Throughout the lesson, I did my best to act like I was paying attention and not completely obsessing over this swimsuit model/violin instructor. *Maybe these violin lessons weren’t the worst idea after all,* I thought. Dan started out by showing me how to hold the violin. He got behind me and positioned my arms with his hands, adjusting my form. I thought I was going to squeal. His arms were so thick and strong, and I could even see a vein bulging from his bicep. My underwear began to get very wet; I could only hope he wouldn’t notice. The rest of the lesson went as you could expect, Dan taught me all the basics of reading music and making sound, and I tried not to moan every time his leg brushed up against mine. In what seemed like five minutes, my hour-long lesson was over and I was picked up by my mother.

“How was the lesson?” She asked, hoping for a positive response.

“Boring,” I lied, trying to suppress a sheepish grin. That night, I masturbated in the shower to the thought of Dan. Images of his muscular body and sexy stubble flooded my mind as I rammed my middle finger as far as I could up my pussy. I rubbed my clit with one hand and fucked myself with the other on the floor of my shower. I pictured myself with Dan, his large frame holding me and touching me. I could still imagine his eyes like they were right in front of me, examining every bit of me. I gave up again after a while, but the feeling of lust for Dan never subsided.

The next Thursday I was greeted by the same old man and made my way into Dan’s room.

“Ready for round two?” Dan said with a smile.

*I sure hope so.* I thought. I sat down next to him and took my violin out of its case.

“Not so fast there,” he interrupted. “Today were going to work on reading exercises first.”

“Oh, okay.” I timidly replied, putting my violin back. Dan began his explanation of chords, intervals, scales, and all other kinds of weird music terminology. I could tell he was fascinated by music, but unfortunately the only thing I was fascinated in was him. When he talked his defined jawline bounced up and down, and the bump on his throat wiggled along with it. His lips were full and moist. I wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

“Got all that Sophie?” I suddenly heard him say. I snapped out of my daydream and realized that he was staring at me.

“Umm…yeah, I-I think so.” I responded. He could tell by my tone that I didn’t, and he smiled.

“It’s ok Sophie, this stuff is complicated. You’re doing a great job so far.” He reached out and placed his large hand on my shoulder. I froze. Pussy juice started to leak onto my panties and my stomach was doing backflips. I could feel my nipples stiffen and I clenched my jaw. I met his gaze and without even thinking I closed my eyes, leaned in, and kissed him. It only lasted a moment before he pulled away in disbelief.

“Sophie…I…you-you can’t just kiss someone like that.” His voice was quieter and consoling. He looked surprised, but luckily not angry. Still, I couldn’t believe what I had just done. It was so unlike me. It felt as if I had no control over myself, it just happened. I was humiliated and had no idea what to do. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was barely able to choke out “I’m so sorry I don’t know what I was thinking.” Crying even more now, I covered my face with my hands.

“Aw, Sophie its ok,” Dan replied, realizing my embarrassment. He placed an arm around me, which just made me feel worse. “You just can’t go around kissing anyone though.”

“I’m so stupid.” My voice was muffled through my hands.

“No you’re not, Sophie. You’re a very beautiful girl, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to have a relationship with a student.”

I paused, looking up at him now and sniffling. “You think I’m beautiful?”

He beamed. “Of course, Sophie, you are stunning, but my boss would kill me if he found out what just happened.” A thousand thoughts ran through my head after Dan said this. First of all, he said I was *stunning*. I could’ve died right then and there after hearing that. In addition to that, he wasn’t even acting like he didn’t desire me. He only said his boss wouldn’t allow it. I began to regain control over myself.

“Why would your boss need to know?” I said.

The question seemed to catch Dan off guard. I’d never seen him outside of his comfort zone before and I’m not going to lie, I liked it. “I mean, technically, he doesn’t. But that – ”

I cut him off. “Was I at least a good kisser?”

I was met with a blank stare. He seemed to be thinking something over in his head. After a moment he replied “Why, was it your first?”

“Maybe.”

“Well for a first kiss it wasn’t too bad.”

“I feel like I could you could help me do better,” I said. To this day I have no idea where that came from. It’s like I was possessed when I was around this guy.

Dan started to look me up and down, his piercing blue eyes scanning me from my feet to my soaked panties to my stiff nipples. Suddenly, he stood up out of his chair and approached the door. *I’m such an idiot!* I thought. *Why did I ever think that that would work!*

Dan reached up to a curtain beside the window and pulled it over, so no one could see in the room. He turned towards me with a stone-cold expression. “This stays between me and you, ok?”

I adamantly nodded, trying not to jump for joy. Half of me was expecting this to all be a dream, but it felt too genuine. It couldn’t be. This was real.

I stood up and met Dan at the door, immediately locking lips with him. His were plush and warm. He expertly ran his tongue across the bottom of my lips and pulled me in closer. Waves of euphoria rushed over me, and I gripped Dan’s chiseled back. He slid his hands down from my shoulders to my boobs, which were perked up in anticipation. His gentle hands massaged my breasts, and he used his thumbs to rub my nipples. My pussy was dripping down my thigh from the heat of the moment. Dan lifted one of his hands off my boob and authoritatively groped my ass. I felt helpless next to him and I loved every second of it. He played with my ass, slapping it and bouncing it on his hand. Eventually he ran his hand down to my pussy, softly rubbing it. I instantly moaned. I had never been touched like that, and the sensation of it sent jolts of pleasure across my body.

“You like that?” he asked, panting. I nodded. Without hesitation, he walked me over to the chair and said me down. He got on his knees and pulled my dress up, revealing my drenched pink panties. He grinned and looked back up at me. “Somebody’s excited.” He joked. I bit my lip while Dan slowly crept his fingers towards my crotch. He ever-so-slightly brushed his hand across my thigh, inching his way closer. Finally, he started to mechanically caress my vagina. His motions were so smooth and fluid. He knew exactly what to do and where to rub. It felt miles better than when I do it myself.

With a single movement of his finger, he pushed my panties to the side, revealing my pussy. “Would you look at that,” He whispered, marveling at me. I blushed. Never in my life had I been admired by someone so handsome and experienced. His electric eyes met my gaze, and he slowly slid his middle finger into my vagina.

In and out. In and out. Deliberate, repetitive motions. Like clockwork. Dan had my face as red as a tomato and my stomach buzzing with pleasure. He slid another finger in, widening my tight holes. I could hear the splashing of my pussy juices against his hand. It was all so freaking hot. I threw my head back and unintentionally let out a loud moan. Dan knew it was working, so he sped up. In and out. In and out. In and out. He placed his other hand on my clit and made small figure eight motions. My entire body was radiating with an irresistible sensation.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned between heavy breaths. Dan locked eyes with me and sped up once more. In and out. In and out. In and out. His fingers penetrated deeper and deeper into me, and the sensation grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly, a rush of euphoria overcame me. I wrenched my eyes shut, but I could still see colors flashing in my vision. My pelvis twitched, and Dan buried his fingers as far as he could inside of me. Waves of pleasure shot through me, and I gripped his arm, unable to control myself.

The feeling subsided after a few moments, and I was left breathless on the chair in a puddle of my own creation. The only thing I could think of to say between my panting was, “Wow.”

“Wow is right,” Dan responded, examining his fingers before reaching out and putting them in my mouth. I licked them dry, surprised by my own sweet taste. “Now unfortunately Sophie, your hour is up,” he gave me a hand and helped me up from the chair. “I’ll clean up in here. Your mom is probably waiting for you.”

“O-okay” I replied, still in awe of what just happened. I repositioned my panties and fixed my hair.

“Don’t forget your violin,” he said, handing me my case with a smile.

“Thanks,” I smiled back and opened the door. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Of course,” he said, winking at me. I blushed and left the room, overcome with emotions. I felt like a million bucks as I made my way into my mom’s car.

“How was your lesson, honey?” She asked.

“Boring,” I lied.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9pxc72/how_i_became_fuckbuddies_with_my_violin_teacher_fm