When Nastya first showed up for piano lessons, I could tell she instantly found me attractive. The way her blue eyes lit up. The crooked grin on her pretty face. The way she nervously played with her long, blonde hair. It was all too obvious.
I remember that first lesson well. I can still picture her seated with her back straight, pushing her perky breasts against the thin fabric of her blouse. Her delicate, slender fingers dancing along the keys. The way she closed her eyes to really feel the passion of the music. I have to admit, it was all rather enchanting. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel an instant attraction to her. Her beauty and talent were both striking and her sexy Ukrainian accent was irresistible.
But of course, it would be highly unethical to act on our desires. I was her teacher, after all. And, although she was an adult at 23, I was a considerably older 37. The age difference was too much for me. And, if I’m going to be really honest, she exuded an air of innocence that left me uninterested. I’m just going to come and say it. I like freaks. I like women who aren’t afraid to get down and dirty and do truly objectionable things. Nastya was obviously a good girl and I didn’t want to be the guy to spoil her.