I sighed as I sat my hands next to me on the piano bench, stretching my back. An audible groan released from my mouth, as the torturous sound of all the wrong notes I played echoed through my mind. “C’mon Nate, this is just plain trash…” I muttered to myself as I shut my eyes. Life as a freshman at conservatory was not what I had expected. I thought I would fall in even deeper love with music. And sure, maybe I did at that point, but the expectation of performing consistently spiked my stress levels to an excruciating high degree. Even more so towards the end of that semester.
With the final examinations just a little under a month away, the usual traffic in the practice rooms had increased. During the day, the trumpet majors seemed to be playing even louder, the violins played even faster. And, of course, the frantic fingers of piano players could be heard even through the thickness of the practice room doors.
However, that was only during the day. At night, the commotion completely died. And on a Friday night like that night, the other music majors joined each other, drinking in camaraderie while they made fun of our music theory professor, and complained how the likes of Beethoven and Schoenberg were overrated. However, I found solace in practicing. I had never been much to drink, instead getting drunk on the titillating harmonies of Rachmaninoff and the seductive, jazz-like rhythms of Kapustin.
That night was different though. That Friday, I cursed the name of Chopin, as his etude kicked my ass repeatedly. “Wrong notes, wrong rhythms…” I sighed, standing up from my bench. “Wrong everything.” At times like those, when I was completely stressed, I tended to walk around the silent building. As usual, I was probably the only student in this building. And I liked that fact: no one to hear the wrong notes, no one to hear all the curse words I hurled at myself, trying desperately to model the playing of the piano legends that sit atop of the performing pantheon.
I looked at the mirror before I left the small, confined practice room. The mirror is usually there for singers, wanting to make sure their posture is correct while they belted out notes. But in my mirror, I didn’t see one of those elegant singers. I saw a 5’8 white guy with small beads of sweat dripping past my hazel eyes. My black curly hair was disheveled, mainly from all the times I had run my hands through my hair in frustration. My average sized body was covered by a plain black tee. I gazed down to my light brown khakis, well worn but comfortable. The only off thing about my attire was my shoe choice- I decided to be at least a little comfortable and wear my white slides into my practice room, accompanied by black socks. Early on, I used to wear dress shoes everywhere, as I had believed that I needed to practice as close to a performance feeling as possible. However, the more time I spent in the practice room, the more my feet hurt from the tightness of the shoes. One of the older students pointed out that she never wears heels when practicing, despite wearing them when she performs. “It’s all a mental thing.” She told me with a smile. “You’ll learn. We don’t always have to torture ourselves to make beautiful music.”
Her words echoed through my head as I began my walk. Of all of the upperclassmen and mentors I had up to that point, she was my favorite. She seemingly had everything. Most people saw her for her physical beauty, which she is. She’s a 5’9 girl, usually given an extra few inches as a messy blonde bun usually sat on top of her head. Strands of hair usually ran to her shoulders, that flanked her diamond blue eyes, a few freckles dotting the bridge of her nose above soft looking lips. Her figure was sexy, as she seemingly found time to both practice piano and work out, all the while balancing a very healthy social life. She told me her workouts once, using terms I’ve never heard, like RDL’s, DB Flys, Bulgarian Split Squats, ect. Whatever those meant, they seemed to work wonders, as all her dresses stuck to her tightly, leaving little to be imagined. Her hips sat wide on the piano bench at all performances, and her bottom protruded out, mesmerizing those who may not have come to her performance for the music. Her legs looked chiseled, as if made from marble. The only thing she seemed to be lacking was atop her chest, but even those weren’t small by any means. Perhaps a comfortable handful sized breast.
While others looked at her for her beauty, I was mesmerized for a completely different reason. Her playing! I remember the first time I heard her play. The faculty had her play during freshman orientation. She was dressed in the lazy, comfortable wear of a hoodie and yoga pants, but her playing took a brevity and beauty of its own. My ears were instantly seduced, as her playing made the notes seemingly jump off the page. Her body swayed with the music, and my heart seemed to sway with her, as the music twisted and turned, causing my heart to do all sorts of flips and loops, causing my breath to become heavier and hitch with the music. Once she stopped, I remember the room was too mesmerized to even clap at first. After that performance, I have almost felt a little emptier- like a piece of me was stolen by her. A piece I only got to have again when she played.
My mind replayed the scene in my mind, as suddenly a piano sang to life, causing me to jolt and let out a little yelp. The piano suddenly stopped, and a moment later I heard a door squeak open slightly. I pause, identifying that the noise came from the room I had just passed. I froze, looking at the mini hallway that led to the room. An awkward silence filled the air, until an all too familiar “Hello?” rang into the dull building air.
“…Erica?” I meekly called out in response, still frozen. I hear a couple of bare feet step on the linoleum, and the all too familiar blonde head of the girl I had been thinking about appears around the corner.
“Squirt!” She smiled, calling me by the pet name she attributed to me. To most freshmen, she used their real name. However, with me, she used Squirt. I had asked her why once, to which she smiled and responded “because you look like a squirt!”. Whatever that meant…
“You scared me!” I exclaimed. “Wait… how did you get in here? I thought the doors were already locked…?” I asked the blonde girl, now with her whole body leaning on the corner of the hallway.
“It’s an upperclassman secret.” She smiled, winking. I noticed what she was wearing: a comfortable white hoodie and black leggings. Her hair, of course, in its iconic messy bun.
“But why are you here?” I questioned further. “It’s a Friday; shouldn’t you be out partying with the other fun music majors?”
“I mean, maybe…” She half replied, looking to the ceiling. “But my workout went a little too long today, so I need to make up for missed practice. One Friday of not going won’t kill me.”
“Oh… well, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll let you get back to practicing.” I say, as I turn around to continue my walk around the building.
“Wait-” She called out after only a few steps. I spun around, caught a little off guard as she walked towards me. “I need another set of ears. I want to make sure my phrasing is heard well. Could you help me for a little?” I paused before responding, looking towards the end of the hallway towards my practice room. As much as I would have loved to stay and listen to her, I felt the need to play myself.
“I-”
“Great!” She interrupted me, grabbing my arm as she forcefully dragged me into her room. “I owe you for this squirt.” She said with a cheeky smile. As I got in the room, the scent of her vanilla perfume entered my nose, causing my shoulders to relax. Her sneakers were placed comfortably next to the door frame, as if this place was her second home.
“Okay.” She let go of my arm as I got to the side of the piano, right where the lid opens up. She quickly sat down on the bench, her hands resting on her lap. I looked at her whole body, never having been this close to her when she performed. Sure, we shared a studio class together, where by the nature of our last names, we sat next to each other, but I had never been this close to her when she played her sweet siren songs. I noticed her breath become larger and slower, her usual smile dissipating to a focused frown. Her body seemed to relax, as tension seemed to release from her shoulders down. Her eyes shut, as her hands slowly moved to the keys, playing the all too familiar octave C’s, as it rose up the keyboard, the octave interval stayed consistent as different chords are arpeggiated slowly. I closed my eyes, and felt myself becoming lost in the music again. She continued into the theme, which sprung to life in the dull air of the room.
Finally, she arrived at a cadential point. She froze, and slowly allowed her body to relax again. She looked at me, her gaze intense. “So? Was the theme heard clearly?” It took me a second to snap out of the trance I was put in before I could respond.
“Y-yeah. Yeah!” I exclaim. “I don’t know why you are so worried about it; it sounded great to me.” I babbled.
“Well, it’s always good to have a second opinion, right?” She laughs, facing her body towards me, crossing her legs. “You know what that piece is, right?”
“Chopin Ballade No. 1 in G Minor, Opus 23.” I spat out quickly, robot-like.
“Very good!” She smiled. “I’m planning on playing this during my first solo recital in a week.” I look at her, a little surprised.
“That’s a really hard piece…” I comment.
“What, you don’t think I can play it?” She teased with a playful smirk crossing her face.
“No! I think you can!” I quickly back tracked over my previous comment.
“You wanna know why I picked this one, Squirt?” She asked after she laughed at my backtrack. I shook my head silently, intently listening to her answer. “It’s one of the final pieces from an anime I saw once. I won’t spoil it for you, but one of the messages in that show is something I really relate to.” She pauses, looking at me. Her back straightened from her relaxed position, her smile fading slightly.
“Why do you play music, Nate?”
Those 6 words caught me completely off guard. For starters, she had never, ever called me by my actual name. Even when giving me feedback during our studio practices, she called me Squirt. Her saying my actual name threw me for a loop, causing me to lean back into the wall. All of a sudden, the first thing she said in that question began to hit me, causing me to tense up. “I… I don’t know…” I responded meekly.
“… You don’t know?” She repeated, leaning in towards me. Her eyes seemed to examine me, from head to toe, until finally she let out a little “Hmph”. She stood up, almost eye level with me as she stood in front of me. My heart began to beat harder, as her face was mere inches from mine. “Play.” She simply commanded.
“…Huh?” I responded, caught off guard.
“Do you not speak English? Here: Jouer. Igrat’. Jugar. Spielen.”
“What?” I questioned again, now completely confused.
“Play the damn piano!” She exclaimed, as she took me by the shoulders, practically throwing me to the bench. Another yelp exited my mouth, as my hands hit the keys. I sat there, lost as I looked at the sea of white and black in front of me.
“I… I can’t.” I whimpered.
“Why?” She responded with an almost dulled but intense stare, and a tone I could only describe as “a disappointed mother” to boot. I desperately searched around the room, trying to find any escape route out of this impromptu performance in front of one of the pianists I coveted.
“T-T-The door is open.” I responded, finally finding the smallest of things to complain about.
“The door?! The Door- Squirt! No one is in the building but us!” She countered. I didn’t respond, which elicited a sigh from her. “Fine. I’ll shut the damn door.” She walked over to the door, her bountiful hips and toned butt swaying in her leggings, and forcefully shut it.
“Why do you leave it open to begin with?!” I exclaimed in response to the loud noise emitted from the door.
“The reverb is so bad in here!” She complains. “I like to let the sound travel, and not bounce around so much- Hey, don’t distract me! Play!” She commanded again. I sigh, completely defeated. I placed my fingers on the keyboard, and began to play the beginning of the Bach piece I was practicing from memory.
“Nope.” She cuts me off after a few measures. “No Bach. It’s too mechanical.”
“Why- You told me to play!” I complained back, turning to face her as she stood behind me. Her arms are crossed over her small breasts, looking down at me like a mother scolding me.
“I know you have great mechanics, Squirt-” She cut herself off in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose. ”Your mechanics and playing technique is about as good as mine. And for a rookie, that’s pretty impressive, don’t get me wrong. But…” She trailed off, seemingly looking for words. “You don’t play with feelings. It’s almost as if you’re scared to be vulnerable in front of the keys.” She paused, now piercing my eyes with her stare. “Almost as if you think emotions cause mistakes.”
I silently take the criticism. As I slowly turn back to the keys. I blankly stare at them, her words echoing around my brain. Play with emotions? What does that mean? I pondered in my own mind. Sure, I feel things when I listen to music, but I almost never do when I play. She was right, maybe. Maybe I keep my feelings locked up, as I focus so much on the-
“Play Liebestraum.” My thoughts were interrupted by her. My entire body must’ve frozen, as she repeated herself. “Play the Lizst. I know you auditioned with it, but I have never heard you play it before. So, I want to hear it.”
Suddenly, my hands found the keys, and I began to play. It was like second nature, my right hand playing the arpeggios whilst sharing responsibility of playing the melody with the left hand. As I got through the first statement of the theme, I felt relaxed. It was borderline easy for me as I hit note after note in perfect timing.
“Stop.” She suddenly interrupted. I stopped, my hands and shoulders shrugging as I turned to face her.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked.
“… None of the notes were wrong.” She said, as she walked to the side of the bench, sitting down next to me. “Scoot.” She ordered, as she bumped me to the side with her hip. I complied, as she looked at me. “Look, almost everyone at this level can play the opening, no problem.” She began to prove her point, as she blazed through the opening measures, not missing a note. Abruptly, she stopped, her point having been made. “But… music isn’t just the notes. It comes from the… the…” She flexed her fingers in front of my face, trying to find the words. “…the intention!” She exclaimed, as she finally finished her thought. “Liebestraum No. 3, by Franze Lizst. Liebstraum, the German word for ‘Dreams of Love’, and the third being the most popular from the cycle of songs.” She lectured.
“Yeah, I know all of that, but-” before I could continue, her finger covered my lips.
“It’s about love Squirt. Love.” She emphasized. Suddenly, she got into her position from before again: Her hands landed softly on her lap, shoulders relaxed, the entire deal again. Slowly, like a swan, she lifted her fingers to the keyboard, and slowly began the piece again. As I listened, those warm feelings I felt whenever she played came flooding back to me. As she leaned into the notes, I leaned with her, our shoulders moving connected in harmony. Pure bliss filled my body as a smile dawned on my face.
Suddenly, she stopped. My trance once again lifted. I looked towards her, her eyes already locked on mine. “Your turn Squirt.” She rose from the bench, and pushed me back to the center of the bench. I breathed deeply, and slowly lifted my fingers to the keyboard and began to play. This time, a small warmth enveloped my body as I played. This sudden warm feeling surprised me, as after 2 measures I stopped.
“Why did you stop?” Erica asks, standing behind me again.
“S-Sorry… I’m not used to this…” I responded, confused at my own playing. “I-I felt something I’ve never felt before.
“…It’s called love.” The voice behind me explained. “Play again… let me help you.” She softly instructed. Suddenly, I was aware of her presence behind me, as her body leaned against my back. I did as she said, and began the piece again. Slowly, I felt her get even closer to me, as her arms gently wrapped around my body, her face resting next to my face and her hair swaying around my ear. The smell of vanilla filled my nose again, and her warmth completely surrounded my body. Suddenly, my playing reflected this, and I started to play through the song with warmth, a scary but exciting new sensation. Finally, I got to the technical portion, and stopped. I put my hands beside me on the bench, my whole body shaking. “Wow…” I was finally able to get out of my mouth.
“That is what love feels like.” She whispered into my ear. My body reacted in ways I had rarely felt, a tingling sensation shooting through my entire body as the warmth of her breath tickled my ear. I shifted my legs slightly, feeling my penis shifting. Her hug became even tighter, as she turned her mouth directly into my ear. “I can show you more, if you want Squirt.” She whispered.
“Y-Yes… please.” I mustered out. I could hear her smile as she placed her hand on my cheek, gently turning my face around. Our faces were mere inches apart, as she slowly leaned in, and planted a kiss on my lips.
I should take a second and explain my past love life. Even though my life was dominated by the piano, my highschool marching band asked me to join, as they needed someone who could play keys/synth. And, of course, what happens at bandcamp, stays at bandcamp (If you know, you know). Even though I never went all the way at band camp, I did have a girlfriend that was in it. Even though the relationship didn’t last long, we did experiment a little bit, but never beyond a handjob and fingering.
But here I was. Kissing one of the most attractive people in the entire music department. I was the lucky one here. I was living the fantasy that those guys that came to the concerts just to check her out wished they could live. I can’t let this go to waste. I thought to myself. Suddenly, I kissed back, my tongue pushing into her lips, demanding entrance into her mouth. A surprised moan comes from Erica, as she parts her lips, allowing our tongues to intertwine and explore each other’s mouths. The wet slopping noise filled the room, a different kind of warmth washing over me. Not one of just plain love, but one of lust.
“Wow, you really went for it, huh?” Erica laughed, releasing the kiss. She leaned in closer, her mouth next to my ear again. “I didn’t know you had it in ya, Squirt.” She purred into my ear, before biting my ear lobe gently. A slight moan slipped through my lips as she started to kiss my neck, still behind me. Her hands began to rub my chest, as she moaned with every kiss she planted on my neck, which caused a slight tent that was concealed in my pants to grow ever larger. “Looks like someone likes this…” Erica seductively pointed out.
Before I could even get a word out, her hand suddenly went to my crotch, feeling my cock through my khakis, causing me to moan. “Oh? You like when I rub your cock?” She teased. While still rubbing my cock with one hand, she placed her other hand on the other side of my back, motivating me to spin around on the piano bench, my legs spreading apart after I had turned completely around. Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her face now right in front of my cock. Slowly, she began to undo the zipper, the anticipation making me shake with adrenaline. As she got to the bottom, she went to reach into my underwear, before pausing. An awkward silence filled the air.
“Um-” I tried to break the silence.
“You do want this, right?” She asked, breaking the tension with a seemingly innocent question. “Like… I’m not doing anything you don’t want me to do… right?”
“N-no, Erica, no!” I said, trying to convince her otherwise. She looked me dead in the face, her facial expression almost deadly serious now while her eyes were filled with care.
“If you want to go further, I need you to give consent.” She said simply. “I don’t want to hurt you…” The pause after she said that hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. I finally gave a wry smile, half filled with pleasure and half with nervousness.
“Erica, I give you consent. Please continue.” I somehow managed to get out clearly. She smiled and nodded, as she pulled my cock from my underwear. My cock sprung to life as it reached the sexually charged air filling the room. Not a large cock, but not a small one either. Almost as plain a cock as any other. However, as Erica’s eyes locked onto the fully erect member as if it was the most beautiful cock ever. Her hand ran up and down my cock, jerking it slowly, her lips licked a bead of precum that came out of the tip. Slowly, she moved her mouth to my head, and placed her mouth at the urethra, licking up the precum. Finally, she slowly bobbed her head down my cock, her tongue swerved around my head as she took my member into her mouth.
“Erica! Fuck…” I moaned. She moaned in satisfaction as she went lower on my cock. After a few bobs, she released me, spit dripping down my member. Without saying anything, she started to take off her hoodie, revealing only a sports bra, containing her small but plump tits. She waved them in front of me laughing as she began to take the bra off. Her tease worked, as my heart somehow began to beat even faster. Finally, she removed the bra, letting her natural tits spill out, her nipples small but hard. I was caught staring, having rarely seen tits in person other than online. “Well… are you gonna take your shirt off?” She asked, a little impatient..
“O-oh!” I snapped out of my gaze, and quickly threw my shirt over my head. While I did that, she began pulling my pants, along with my underwear down, now making me completely naked. She straightened her back, examining my entire body intently.
“I was right, you do have skinny person abs!” She giggled, as she began to poke my now barren midsection. I swatted her hand away, giggling at each touch she was able to land onto me. Finally, her hand landed back on my cock, causing me to squirm with pleasure again. A moan escaped me as she jerked my cock. She inched forward slowly, putting her tits in around my cock. Pushing them together, she attempted a titjob, and was able to get some success with it. But after a few tries, she gave up, not able to completely cover my cock. A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips. “I wish these were a little bigger…” she muttered, looking down at her perky tits.
“I-I think they look really nice.” I tried to compliment, her face shooting up with a wry smile.
“Thanks Nate…” She replied, before instantly placing her mouth back on my cock. I moaned her name softly, clearing away any hair that popped out of her bun from her face. My moans suddenly escalated, as she began to play with my balls in her other hand. The feeling is something I had never felt before- complete lust and pleasure, combing with each other in perfect harmony. I felt my balls tighten up, the all too familiar feeling of when I am close to finishing. She must have felt it too, as her pace quickened before I could say anything.
“Erica, I’m-!” is all I could muster out, as she moved her mouth all the way to the base of my penis, deepthroating me as I began to shoot load after load down her throat. She kept her head there, gulping down every single drop. Finally, my cock stopped pulsing, allowing me to start catching my breath again. She slowly raised her head from my cock, which was now covered from tip to base with her saliva. She smiled, and kissed the tip of my cock.
“See, Squirt? That’s love.” She laughed a little as she licked her lips.
“Erica…” is all I could get out between breaths. Finally, Erica picked herself up from her knees, her hoodie in her hands. As she began to put it back on, I jumped up, and prevented her from doing so. “Squirt?” She asked, surprised.
“Erica…” I started, not knowing what exactly my body was doing on instinct alone. “I-I want to make you feel good, too…” I responded meekly. She looked at me sideways, one of her eyebrows raised.
“Squirt, have you ever pleased a girl before?” She asked brutally, but honestly.
“Y-yeah… I had a girlfriend in high school…” I admitted. Erica looked up at the ceiling upon hearing this and shook her head back and forth in contemplation. Finally, she lowered her arms, allowing her hoodie to fall to the floor.
“Sure, why not. But- you have to lead the way. Take control.” She demanded. I nodded, and approached her, my cock now pushing directly against her pussy through her pants. Before a moan could release from her mouth, I captured her mouth with mine, making out with her again. I could taste my own salty seamen in her mouth, but it only turned me on further. My hands played with her tits, pushing her back slightly into the wall, so I could get a better grasp of her chest. She moaned as I played with her nipples in between my fingers.
After a few more kisses, I decided to copy her, and began to make my way down her body with kisses, her soft and delicate skin only encouraged me to go further. Her gasps of pleasure echoed through my ears as I worked my way down to her tits. I kissed all the way to her left nipple, as I put it into my mouth, gently suckling and teething it in my mouth while I continued to play with her other one. She moaned loudly at this, before slightly pushing me off. “They’re a little too sensitive right now.” Erica is able to get out in between gasps of air.
“O-Oh, sorry…” I apologized.
“Keep going!” She begged suddenly. “Please.” I said nothing as I continued down her body, eventually getting to the top of her pants. With my hands, I quickly drop them, leaving only her panties covering her pussy. I took her hips in my hands, and guided her to the bench, sitting her down as she squealed in delight. Through her panties, I could see how wet she had gotten. Encouraged by this, I placed my mouth over her vagina, and began to tease her pussy through her underwear, causing some slight moans from her.
Finally, I let off, and started to slowly remove her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Her entrance seemed to glisten in the pale light supplied by the old lights illuminating the room. I slowly edged myself closer to her pussy, kissing around her entrance. My plan was to tease her, to try and edge her to an even better pleasure. I kissed just above her entrance over and over, teasing her. Finally, it had worked, as she squirmed. “Just do it!” She begged, as her hands found the top of my head, and pushed me directly onto her pussy. The taste of her pussy overloaded my tongue, her sweet taste washed over my taste buds in waves. She softly moaned as my tongue explored the inner workings of her vagina. Her facial expression seemed to be filled with bliss, her eyes shut as she gently groped her tits, playing with her nipples slowly between her fingers.
After a while, my tongue began to feel sore, never having worked out like this before. I slowly pulled my tongue out, and instead inserted my index finger, slowly going in and out. Her moans subsided slightly, as her eyes fluttered open, looking down at me now. “Put another in.” She suggests softly to me. Obliging, I inserted my middle finger alongside it, causing her to go back to her blissful expression. I pumped my fingers in and out slowly, her hips beginning to match my pace as she pushed into my fingers. After a while, she took one of her hands, and began to rub her clit. I noticed, and in an attempt to take over still, I nudged her hand away with my chin, and began to play with her clit with my tongue. This seemed to be the right decision, as a more audible noise of pleasure came from her mouth.
“Fuck Squirt…” She was able to get out in between breaths. “Keep going… I’m getting there…” I licked my lips in anticipation of her orgasm, a sensation I want to give to her. After a few more seconds, I remembered something my ex-girlfriend had taught me when fingering. “Just curl your fingers towards you.” She told me the first time we had done something like this. “It will really make me feel amazing.”
Quickly, I curled my fingers, feeling the tips of my fingers hit her vagina wall. Suddenly, Erica let out a loud moan, accompanied by a sharp breath, and an even louder moan. “Fuck Nate! Right there! Finger my tight little pussy!” She practically yelled in between gasps of pleasure. I continued to gyrate my fingers on the spot, seeing her face squeeze and scrunch together with pleasure. As I stop tonguing her clit, and as I lean back to get a full view of the sexy lady I get the opportunity to pleasure. I felt her muscles begin to contract and squeeze, her frantic moaning rising in intensity to match.
“Nate! Keep going. I’m going to cum!” She moaned loudly, as she let out one final, loud vocalization. Suddenly, fluid shoots from her vagina, landing on my chest, accompanied by a chorus of moans. I keep my fingers on her G-Spot, stunned by the fluid coming out. Finally, as the fluid stops, her siren song of moans dies down, and looks down at my chest, now covered with her fluid. I slowly took my fingers out, and began to suck on them. A seductive laugh escaped Erica, before a real one came out.
“Oh shit Nate! You made me squirt… no man has ever made me do that.” Suddenly, she burst out laughing, harder this time. “Squirt made me squirt! How apropos!” She was able to get out between laughs, causing me to laugh as well. I didn’t know whether I was laughing at the pun she made, or the insane fantasy I was living out: naked with one of the best piano players I had ever heard, both pleasuring each other in a practice room.
“Hell Nate, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to call you Squirt again.” Erica laughed, as her giggle session died down.
“Yeah… Liebestraum is never going to feel the same to play again.” I laughed lightly. Erica smiled as she rolled her eyes. “Honestly- does everything have to be musical for you?”
“I mean, it’s the most constant thing in my life.” I confessed to the upperclassmen.
“Really? No other extra curricular activities?”
“Nope.”
“No major video game or anime kick?”
“Nada.”
Erica paused before asking the next one. “…No long term relationships?”
“Nope.” I sighed. “I had one girlfriend in high school, but we didn’t last long.”
“Oh. Well, at least you’re not a virgin.” She smiled, as she reached for her hoodie, before freezing again. “You… aren’t a complete virgin… right…?” Her asking that causes me to freeze, not wanting to admit the truth.
Finally, I muster out. “Depends how you define virginity. I mean, my cock was just inside your mouth, so-” She cut me off by suddenly diving in front of me, her face mere inches from mine.
“Has this penis, that was just inside my mouth, been inside of a vagina?” She asked straight up. I looked around frantically, before giving up, sighing.
“Nope. I have never been in pussy since the day I came out one.” I admitted. Erica scoffs at my answer, rolling her eyes.
“Really? J Cole? You’re going to quote J Cole when answering my question?!” She teased, before laughing lightly. As her laugh died, I suddenly felt her hands clasp over mine. After I looked down to confirm what I felt, I looked back into her eyes, now filled with some concern. “Nate… Do you want me to take your virginity…?” She asked gently. If she had asked anyone else that question, the answer would have been an enthusiastic yes. However, I found myself hesitating. Nate, why are you hesitating? “Nate, I know you may be a little overwhelmed. You thought you would just be listening to me play Chopin, not have sex with me. I completely understand if that is too much for you right now, and-”
I cut her off, putting my hands on top of hers now. My senses had fully returned to me after all the excitement, and my mind was made up. Here sat one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in front of me. Someone who, before this night, had only danced in my dreams as a fabulous pianist, seducing me with the notes she had played on the piano. And now, I found myself with an opportunity to establish an even closer connection with this enchantress that had stolen a piece of me.
I was not going to pass this opportunity up.
“Erica, please take my virginity.” I started firmly, before leaning in, and kissed her again. After the kiss, she looked at me, smiling. “You got it, Squirt…” Slowly, she took her hand and placed it on my chest, some of her fluids now getting on her fingertips. She pushed me gently to the ground, my body now flat on the carpeted floor. She goes back on her knees, straddling my waist. My cock was only half hard, so she began to jerk it off. To pass the time, she leaned down, and began to make out with me again, now getting the opportunity to taste herself in my mouth.
Finally, my cock stood erect again. I winced a little as she grabbed it more, as it felt sore, especially on the head. “I promise I’ll be gentle.” Erica promised as she saw my face scrunch at the stimulation at my cock head. She shifted down my body, lining her still wet pussy above my cock. She took a second, and gathered up spit in her mouth, spitting directly on top of my cock, lubricating it. She stroked it slightly, before mounting it.
A strange warmth covered my cock as her pussy slid down my cock. An instant moan came out of my mouth as she slid down, a similar moan she repeated as the entire cock filled her pussy. “Does that feel good?” She softly cooed at me, to which I only nodded in the affirmative. She smiled, and gently raised herself up and down, going deliberately slow. The curves of her body make my cock throb even harder, as her perky tits bounced gently on the apex of her action. The tight curves of her muscled body, rippling in sweat, caused my hands to go to the side of her hips, helping her control her tempo.
Slowly, I squeezed her hips, raising her up and down slightly, a signal to go faster. As she went faster, both of our moans increased, our bodies now in sync with each other. My cock felt hungrier to get even more inside of her, causing my hips to buck up as she came back down. This action caused us to moan even louder, and for her to go even faster on top of my erection. Her breasts continued to bounce, only causing me to thrust my hips even harder. After a few thrusts at the fast pace, she grabbed one of her tits, massaging it and playing with her nipple again, and placed her other hand on my chest, bracing herself. “Fuck Nate, your cock feel so good inside my cunt.” She moaned seductively to me. I couldn’t even respond, as grunts and moans were the only thing that came out of my mouth. Occasionally, my cock slipped out of her pussy- the combination of both of our privates being slick, and my inexperience of keeping a consistent hip thrust. Erica didn’t seem to mind though, as she quickly repositions my cock every single time, and goes right back to the same tempo we were before, as if nothing had happened.
After a few minutes, I finally feel my balls tighten up, the all too familiar feeling I had felt just minutes prior to this second fantasy. “Erica, I’m close to cumming.” I told her, looking into her eyes now. “Do I need to-”
“I’m close too.” She grunts loudly, cutting me off. In between the rhythmic pulses of our bodies colliding, she was able to barely get out, “Cum in my pussy; I’m on the pill.” This is music to my balls, as they began to tighten. As if on cue, both of our moans got louder, our eyes locked on each other. Suddenly, Erica lurches forward, and kisses me deeply on the lips, her tits now smashed onto my chest. I kiss her back, my arms wrapped around her back, my hips burning but going into overdrive.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I give a few final thrusts, then one big one as I moan into her mouth, shooting rope after rope of cum into her pussy, with every single pulse my cock made causing my body to shudder. She must’ve finished close to my orgasm too, as she began to twitch and moan as well. We embraced each other as the other came out of their orgasm, our eyes still locked, lust filled in our hazel and blue eyes.
After a few minutes, my cock became flaccid, allowing her to roll off to my side, our bodies still in contact. My eyes stared dead ahead, straight up to the ceiling. I barely notice her hand running up and down my chest, her breathing invading my ears as her legs intertwined with mine.
“Well?” She asks after a few minutes of silence, enjoying each other’s company.
“Holy shit.” I could only respond with, soliciting a few giggles from the lovely lady laying next to me.
“I hope that can help with your piano playing.” She winked, before pecking me on the cheek. “That aside… I wish you would have lasted longer… I was just about to start having fun.” I look quickly over to her, a mischievous grin plastered onto her face. “Only kidding… for your first time, I would give you a passing grade. Maybe… 3rd place at the Van Cliburn contest.”
I roll my eyes. “Now look at who’s only talking about music.” We both laugh and roll our eyes, enjoying the privacy we shared. “So… how do I get first place?” Erica smiles, as she walks two fingers up my chest to my chin, caressing my cheek. “Practice. Lots of practice.”
Erica, despite being two graduating classes above me, decided to space the rest of her college out to a five year track, deciding to take a little bit more time to hone her craft at the piano. Another factor in her decision is that, from that fateful night on, we ended up spending a lot more time together. Of course, we ended up having many more sexual encounters (a few of which were in the practice rooms), but we also ended up hanging out of class together more. She showed me how to work out, and how to enjoy life outside of the piano more. Of course, we still did music together, often playing arrangements for 4 hands at each other’s recitals. She shared my first drink with me, and celebrated all of my accomplishments with me, as I did with her. We were also there for each other during the low times. We spent several nights together in practice rooms, tears in our eyes, either from stress of having to perform at our best, or from the loss of a loved one. The happiest of times, and the saddest of times, were spent with her, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
After I graduated college, we decided to move in together, both becoming successful in our chosen fields. Erica decided to leave the stressful part of the piano behind, instead joining a private studio, teaching lessons to those from low income families, giving them access to the joy that is making music. And, of course, showing the older, more hot shot students how much farther they have to go. As for me, I decided to embrace the upper challenges of the piano, traveling and playing concerts across the nation. Many critics have cited my playing as “erotic”, and “full of life and emotions; almost as if the music was coming off the page and dancing in the air underneath the lights.” Many ask how I am able to pull from that. And thanks to that fateful night, in the old practice room of our music building, I can give them an answer I am confident in.
“Love.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wvez4p/my_personal_fantasy