Date: Fri, 26 May 2017 07:55:37 -0500 From: Ronnie Larson Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher ? 7 Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher – 7 By Charlize "Hey girlfriend," said her mother Valerie with a smile. "Did you have a good time with Suzanne?" For a brief moment Ariana thought it was a "knowing smile" and a flash of panic coursed through her. But the tone of her mother's voice betrayed no suspicion. She knew she was inevitable going to have to have "The Talk" with her mother but was really not ready for that just yet. "Yeah, she's so nice. We had some leftover lasagna and got to know each other a bit better. We mainly talked about music, and music school. She really feels I have potential." "Are you thinking about majoring in music?" asked Valerie. "In addition to piano you have an amazing voice - everyone says so - and you are beautiful honey buns." "Oh thanks, mom. But Suzanne says that you have to be `all in' to go to music school because the program is so demanding. I like the idea of performing but Suzanne says that most aspiring pop musicians and entertainers don't go the music school route. It's mainly for people like concert pianists or future teachers. For now she wants me to think about some pop that feature piano- ones that I can eventually sing along to." "That makes sense. I know that you really blew a lot of people away at last year's Variety Show. Something to think about dear. O, and did I tell you? Mrs. Wilson invited us to go to Boston Pride with her next week. She has a nephew and a niece who are in the parade. You know her niece Kathryn I believe," suggested Valerie. "Kathryn O'Donnell?" asked Ariana innocently, as she was putting her piano books away. The panic returned. First, she did not know that Kathryn was gay, nor her brother for that matter (who cares, really). But secondly, and more to the point, why the hell was her mother bringing this up just now, Ariana wondered. She felt herself go flush in her face and perhaps, not surprisingly, her loins. She headed for the bathroom go check herself in the mirror. As she feared, her faced had reddened noticeably. She took a seat on the toilet to collect her wits, getting out her phone to text Suzanne. "Yes, I didn't know she was gay either," Valerie called out to Ariana. "O well, I guess it's the thing these days. Anyway, we haven't been downtown in a while and I thought it would be something different. We can all go to lunch at your uncle's place." "Fuck!" Ariana mouthed silently from her perch on the toilet. When Suzanne got home she puttered about the kitchen singing "We've Only Just Begun". Her alto voice resembled Karen Carpenter and singing always brightened her mood. Not that she needed a boost. In fact, she was deeply contented. When her phone vibrated -she always kept it in the right rear pocket of her skinny jeans - she saw that it was Ari-baby. ARIANA: "My mom suspects something methinks. Fuck. She's talking about going to Pride next week!" SUZANNE: "I have all morning free tomorrow. Call me when you're able if you want to talk. This actually sounds like a good thing dear. Your mom seems really cool. " ARIANA: "She is cool but...it's like she's steering us toward having The Talk." SUZANNE: "Did she talk about me?" ARIANA: "No, we just discussed music school and music stuff". SUZANNE: "Well, I'm sure you're fine. She won't pressure you...so relax. OK? Can you relax for me Ari-Baby? ARIANA: "Ari-baby LOL!? Yes Suzykins, I can relax. " SUZANNE: "Ha ha. I love your wicked sense of humor. Please try to get time on the Bach stuff. I'll be thinking about some pop tunes as well" ARIANA: "Roger that. `Till next we meet!" Ariana turned off her phone and shouted good night to her mother. She had had a long and tiring day, but a delicious day for sure. In two different bedrooms, three miles apart, two randy young women got into bed alone. Their minds drifted to images of their newfound lovers, and to sensations of love and warmth. On the north side of this New England town, a piano teacher dipped two fingers into her humid vagina. She lazily pushed and pulled her fingers, basking in the reverie of the day's lovemaking. She did not cum, but that wasn't really her objective. She fell asleep with her fingers buried to the second knuckle. On the South side a precocious high school junior did cum while she at first slowly and then rapidly rolled her clit all over her nether region. She relived her first real lesbian moments and quietly gasped "Uh, Suzanne" when she came. Sleep followed straightaway. Her mother was in the hallway bathroom putting towels away and thought she heard quiet groans from her daughter's bedroom. She stopped to listen, but there was nothing. "Interesting," she thought to herself. Please donate to Nifty.org