Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 07:02:54 -0500 From: Ronnie Larson Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher ? 5 Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher – 5 By Charlize "I'm not a straight girl anymore," said Ariana. "In case you haven't noticed darling." "Noticed? Fuck, you've occupied my soul, damn you," chuckled Suzanne. "If you must know, I'm a purebred Lesbian Ariana, and have probably always been that way." "O yeah?" said Ariana. "As far back as I can remember I have been somewhat of a loner: just me and my books and my piano. I'm an only child and my parents are professors at UMass. During high school I just wasn't that comfortable with guys. I fooled around in my basement a couple of times with a neighbor and it was OK, just OK. I've never had a real boyfriend and actually never had sex with a guy- sex, as in intercourse. "I suspected early in high school that I was gay and that caused me to increasingly keep my distance from people. Of course, along the way I saw some things on the Internet that piqued my curiosity about women and gay women for sure. Something just happened to me when I saw hot girls having sex. And the beautiful Lesbian love stories on YouTube just blew my mind. I just wanted that so badly. "I just became infatuated with women in general, noticing girls with great smiles and personalities everywhere. I rarely went to football games. But, the first time I did, I realized that, while I would never want to BE a cheerleader, there was one cheerleader that I really wanted to be WITH. Of course nothing happened there. "But everything started moving faster when I had a fling with my bestie during senior year." "O wow, tell me. I want to know everything," demanded Ariana. "Yep, but let's finish up here," said Suzanne. As they talked they cleaned up after dinner. After Suzanne hung up the towels and finished straightening, they retired to her living room. They sat together on the couch, holding hands. Ariana took a deep, relaxed breath and surveyed the room. She noted how clean and tastefully decorated it was, and smiled, knowingly. "So, we were alone in her room listening to music and talking about our plans for college," continued Suzanne. "She was a very direct person and just came out and asked me if I was gay. She pretty much knew I was before she asked, but, when I looked like a deer in headlights, she leaned in and hugged me, telling me it was `OK', and that she was too. We hugged for a while and I started crying out of relief knowing that at least one person knew my secret. She held me close while I balled my eyes out." "We made out for a long time after that. That first night we didn't go all the way, although God knows I wanted to at least give it a try. She fingered me to orgasm and I was stunned by her technique. Later we just sat on the floor laughing and trading rumors and stories. She told me about the gay people she knew at school and some of the teachers she knew were gay. I was shocked when I found how many were gay. "Our relationship was pretty intense. We texted each other constantly and saw each other as much as we could. But, over the weeks and months we were together she was becoming hard core butch and I just didn't like that. She wanted to do things in bed wasn't ready for and was kind of bullying me. She taught me a lot and was my first, so I'm sure I'll never forget her. But, we haven't spoken in five years and I could never be with her again." "Aww, sad," said Ariana. "Not so much, really. She turned out not to be a nice person. Drugs and yaddy yaddy," said Suzanne, sadly. "But on a happier note, although I hate labels, I am clearly femme lesbian. I'm pretty girly, wouldn't you agree?" asked Suzanne, playfully fluttering her eyelashes. "You're fucking gorgeous and incredibly girly, if that helps," smirked Ariana. "Oh, you're a doll, my own Barbie doll," exclaimed Suzanne, leaning in to give her girl a long wet kiss. When they broke, Suzanne moaned: "O my God, who needs dessert? Unless it's called Ariana Pie. Can I call you Ariana Pie?" "Love, you can call me whatever you want," said Ariana. "So, anyway, clearly being femme helps when I'm out and about in some ways because people assume I'm straight. But in other ways it's a drag because I have a hard time meeting girls, and guys of course hit on me. Lesbians either assume that I'm straight or `not their type', not gay enough. And the guys? Well you know how simple guys are." "Yeah, I've been learning how dumb guys are," suggested Ariana. "Sooo, if you're at a party, and a guy hits on you, what do you do?" "Well, I go along with it in the sense enjoying the energy, but I refrain from serious flirting, of sending the wrong message. If they get too aggressive in their questioning or suggesting I just let them know `not now'. And yes, I have fibbed about the mysterious `man in my life'. Twice now I've had to say, always politely, `I'm gay'. Those two words really help defuse the situation." "O my God," cried Ariana. "What was it like to come out to people? I hope I can say that someday. It sounds so exciting- but scary." "Give it time honey, you will. Have no worries, encouraged Suzanne." "Do you wear makeup? asked Ariana. "What is this, fifty-nine questions?" laughed Suzanne. "Ha ha. Well, you don't have any on now and when I think of the few Lesbians I know, makeup is not what comes to mind," declared Ariana. "But what do I know- I hadn't even heard of `lipstick Lesbians' until recently, and I'm still not sure what that means. Besides, you're so freakin' hot you don't need any." "Come here you," commanded Suzanne. She hugged Ariana and planted sloppy kisses all over her face and mouth. "But to answer your question, I find that a bit of makeup works. Not much other than lip gloss and foundation. I have been known to use some eye shadow from time to time. And, by the way, I prefer `femme' to lipstick Lesbian. Lipstick Lesbian is for the guys watching porn, god bless them." "And, just so you know, for now I'm officially `between men' when the mothers of my students ask- and that includes your mother. OK?" asked Suzane. "I'm sure a few of them have decided that I'm gay because I seem to be permanently between men. And who knows, some straight women seem to have pretty good gaydar. "But in the end they're all cool because I take my work seriously- and, I'm always professional around them and their precious ones. It is 2015 after all. And what the heck, I've sensed that some of them are in the closet too, although I've only been hit on once by a mother." "Ohhh, tell me more. What was she like?" asked Ariana with an impish grin. "Did you guys do anything?" "Well, she always had that energy you talked about. For sure she held my gaze a bit too long a couple of times," said Suzanne. "She would make a point of showing up 5-10 minutes before the lesson was over and sit quietly near the piano, making very pleasant eye contact with me when she could. I didn't think much of it at first. However, when her daughter had to go to bathroom after one lesson, she really started chatting me up. I swear her voice got a little huskier and she made a point of touching my arm a couple of times. She was attractive and it was actually It was a bit of a rush." "And then?" spat out Ariana. "And then she told her daughter to go wait in the car while she talked to `Mizz Stewart'," said Suzanne. "She started telling me how much she admired me and of course was touching me some more. She said I was `beautiful' and a great role model for her daughter. Really flattering and exciting stuff. This lady was wealthy and seemed to really have it together." "I must have been giving off pretty powerful hormones because without asking she leaned in and hugged me, whispering in my ear something I'll never forget: `so beautiful'. She stepped back and gazed into my eyes and saw that I was nervous and open and excited all at once. She then leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. Not a word was spoken. She kissed me again in the same place, putting her right hand on my ass. She searched my face for my reaction and I'm sure my eyes were screaming, `Yess, yes, yes'. At that point we rushed together and started making out like cats in heat. We never left the piano, just stood there mauling each other." "Holy shit," cried Ariana. "Yeah it was wild. But being a good mother she hugged me one final time and, knowing that I had her cell number, told me to text her later that night. They were my final lesson for the day so I practically ran to the bedroom to masturbate after she left. During the week we got to know one another a bit, texting several times a day. And the next week she sent her daughter to the car again and we actually got naked. We did a lot of stuff in my bedroom and we both came really hard. "Sadly, she left a weird message on my answering machine the next day saying that her daughter wanted to take a break from piano. I never saw her again. She didn't answer any of my texts and I was afraid to call her. I've learned that in life you have to sometimes take what you can get. With a little distance now, it's clear we simply had a fling, an affair. I guess we both needed it. "But enough about me, Ariana. You definitely seem like a girly girl: boyfriends here, admirers there. Tell me, have you done it with a guy? Did you like it?" asked Suzanne. "If I look back, my mom noticed that I was a bit precocious in junior high," confided Ariana. "By eighth grade I had these breasts and this figure, and sophomore football players were asking me out. So, my mom and I had `the talk' and she insisted I go on birth control. She confided that she'd had two abortions in high school and she didn't want me to go through that. By the time I was in ninth grade I had been on a date with one of the juniors on the varsity football team. His parents were out of town and we hooked up at his house. I'm not sure I had an orgasm, but I know that he came twice inside me. He was my first and I really liked it, especially the second time he came. It really boosted my self-esteem and I started looking for chances to be with guys. Maybe I have a really strong sex drive." "Ahem, yes dear, you're pretty much a borderline nymph, and I love it. I can't get enough," cried Suzanne. "So, let me guess, the Lesbian scenes and stories on the Internet must have got you longing to tryout n my team. "Totally it did, for sure," said Ariana. But maybe you're really bi-sexual if you liked fucking guys that much," said Suzanne. "Maybe. But after tonight I feel like I'm a natural for the women's team," smirked Ariana. "I love it said," cried Suzanne, as she wrapped her arms around her new favorite pupil. "And I really like you. I hope you'll play full-time for our side, but in time you'll find your way." "Hmmm," purred Ariana, burying her head in Suzanne's breast. "Well, it's after 7:30 and starting to get dark. Why don't I give you a ride home?" suggested Suzanne. She gave Ariana a quick peck on the lips as they separated. "OK, do you want the bath room first?" asked Ariana.