[All characters are 18+]
“Hey,” Mr. Spring stops me in the middle of Caro Mio Ben. The accompaniment track is still playing, quietly, but his piano melody goes away.
It takes me a minute to get reoriented – this whole time I’ve been staring at the music stands in the corner of practice room one, but I turn to look at Mr. Spring’s face. I admit, I’m a little distracted today.
“Are you alright?” a long pause.
“Yeah… I mean, I’m fine. Nothing’s happened.”
“Are you sure you’re okay to keep doing this? I don’t want to put extra stress on you if you’ve got something else going on.”
“No, yeah, I need it for my audition.” I feel like I should say more. Or say it more clearly. But I am definitely not all there mentally.
“We can make this up on Thursday if you need to take a day off. I understand you might have other priorities.”
“N-no, that wouldn’t help, I don’t… think…” I get quiet and trail off at the end of that sentence. The issue is that my hormones are absolutely insane this morning – I just want to fuck anything that moves. My head isn’t full of italian romance.
“Well, is there anything I can do to help?”
Yes. Yes. Yes. “Do you really want to know the problem?”
“Of course I do.” He looks concerned. Maybe he should be.
“I’m really fucking horny.”
I can’t read his expression. His eyebrows unfurrow, and his pupils dilate, I think.
“See? You didn’t want to know.”
“Well,” he says. It gets my hopes up. God, I just want to get fucked hard. “There is something I could do to help…”
Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. Is this happening?
“You wanna come back here and solve that issue?” YES YES YES. Oh my god. I nod, maybe a little too vigorously, and walk behind the piano with him. “Sit down,” he directs.
I sit on the piano bench, and he maneuvers so that I’m between his legs, facing away from him. He runs his left hand down my neck and onto my chest, just feeling me up. I can feel his warm breath on my ear and neck, and oh my god, I need it now. His other hand snakes down my stomach and into my jeans.
I feel his thin fingers on my vulva, circling around the labia and teasing more wetness out of me. He slides a finger in, rubbing it just around the entrance. It feels so fucking good. He runs it from the bottom between my labia up to my clit, just barely touching it, and then again and again. I buck my hips in search of more stimulation. I want to cum. He takes that note. My clit is swollen and perky, standing at attention for him. He makes little circles very, very lightly on top of the hood. Fuckkkk. _Stop teasing me._
“Mmmh, more, please, please more,” I choke out. He goes in with a little more pressure, and _yes,_ It’s so fucking good. I need to cum.
I realize then that I’m gripping his knees very tightly, and I ease up a little bit, but that makes me move my body more. He kisses my neck, which turns me on somehow even more. I grind into him, pushing my hips forward and back, and I notice how hard he’s getting. I can feel his erect cock against my ass. Fuck. Everything feels so good. I know I’m moaning and whimpering in it all, but I don’t really care. I need Mr. Spring to know how much I like this. Maybe I can convince him to do it again someday.
We only have a minute or two left before the bell rings – I need to finish soon, or I’ll leave even more distracted and unsatisfied than I started.
“Fuck, fuck, faster, please, Mr. Spring, go faster,” I moan out. He does. It’s at least 200 beats per minute. I can feel it coming “God, yes, just like that- I’m getting- close- I’m gonna cum-”
“Cum for me. Let me hear your pretty moans.” It sounds a little bit funny coming out of his skinny, pale, tenor mouth, but I remember that he does actually have power over me, and suddenly I’m over the edge. I’m moaning a ton of loud nonsense, all my thoughts are jumbled up – I wonder if people in the orchestra room can hear me from here.
I hear the bell ring as I come down. Mr. Spring buttons up my jeans and walks me to the door, but I can’t really hear what he’s saying while the blood rushes back to my head. I’m very happy though.
“Thank you, Mr. Spring,” I say and wave as I walk out of the choir room. The rest of the day I’m somewhat more clear-headed, but I have something else on my mind now.
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[notes – part 2 will be up tomorrow, if all goes well. I posted a different version of this in a different sub quite a while ago, so if you recognize some things, cool! stay tuned for future updates!]
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vdehw1/the_choir_teacher_part_1_mf_teacher_age_gap