From clarkson!ub!csn!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail Wed May 4 19:04:46 1994 Path: clarkson!ub!csn!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!not-for-mail From: JLB155@PSUVM.PSU.EDU (Jennifer Bernold) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Missing ARCHIVE PianoTeacher (3 parts enclosed) Date: 3 May 1994 23:47:58 -0500 Organization: UTexas Mail-to-News Gateway Lines: 332 Sender: daemon@cs.utexas.edu Message-ID: <199405040447.XAA13880@cs.utexas.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: cs.utexas.edu ++ PianoTeacher ++ an21812@anon.penet.fi (marie c.) Consensual sex (f/f Adult with young minor) part 1 of 3 ** All characters are fictional. ** The Piano Teacher Julie walked over to their house at seven o'clock, as usual, just after dinner. Her next door neighboor, Dr. Michelle Stevens, was a physician at the local hospital, and had moved in to the neighborhood only recently. Michelle was still trying to put her life back in order following her recent divorce, and had talked to Julie about watching over her young daughter, Annette, while she worked extended shifts at the hospital. This seemed like an ideal arrangement to Michelle, because Julie was a piano instructor, and could give Annette lessons for an hour or two before she had to be put to bed. Annette loved the piano, and got very excited when she first heard that Julie from next door was going to come over and teach her to play. At the same time, Julie was a musician and needed the money pretty badly, and seemed to welcome the company of an enthusiastic little girl who also enjoyed music. Their routine had become pretty much established since they started this arrangement about a month ago: Michelle would take a break from her afternoon shift to pick up Annette at school, take her home and have dinner, before Julie would show up around seven for the piano lessons. Then Michelle would go back to work until her shift ended at midnight. Meanwhile, Julie would have put Annette to bed around eight-thirty, and would have the rest of the evening to herself, reading or practicing the piano or composing some music she had been working on lately. "Hi, Michelle!" "Hi, Julie! Come on in." Michelle studied Julie as she walked into the house. She was of medium height, and had what one would call "classical" features -- curved hips, narrow waist, soft, rounded breasts -- one would almost say "Rubinesque", but not excessively so. Her face had a rather Victorian look to them: large smiling brown eyes, rosy cheeks and full sensuous lips. She wore a while cotton schoolgirl blouse, tucked into a knee-length white cotton skirt with a narrow waist. About the only thing unclassical about her was her hair, which was a rich dark brown in color, cut in a longish pageboy style. Julie came in and sat down on the couch. She smiled over at Michelle. "How's our next winner of the Van Cliburn competition doing ?" "Just fine -- she's finishing up brushing her teeth right now. Annette! Julie's here!" A small voice could be heard, yelling something, and the sound of objects being dropped in a bathroom sink, came from the back of the house. Michelle looked down the hall. "Annette!...Well, I can't wait up for her -- I'm running late as it is! See you all tonight!" Michelle briskly walked out the door and down the sidewalk to her car. Just then Julie heard light footsteps running down the hall. "Hi Julie!" Julie watched as Annette came running excitedly into into the room. Annette was almost seven years old, though she still exhibited the spontaneous excitement that many children have lost, even by that age. She was wearing a light pink dress with a white "Alice in Wonderland" style apron tied around it, and her long golden hair streamed behind her as she flung herself wildly up onto the couch. "Wheee!" Annette crawled up into Julie's lap, threw her arms around her neck, and gave her a great big hug. "What are we going to play tonight ? Can we play Claire de Lune again? I love Debussy! Can we?" Julie looked down into Annette's wide, intelligent blue eyes and felt herself drawn into the infectious excitement of Annette's little world, where everything is new and there is nothing to be afraid of. Just once, she thought, she would like to be like that again, spontaneous, no fears, no controls... maybe that's what my own music is missing. Julie returned Annette's hug, and felt the gentle brush of Annette's almost weightless body against the nipples of her breasts, which briefly began to respond and then subside again. She felt a subtle stirring of emotion and a slight shortness of breath, but the feeling vanished before she could grasp its nature. Julie lifted Annette out of her lap, plopped her down to the floor, and the two of them walked over to the piano to begin their work on Claire de Lune. Why were there so few woman composers, she thought. Most of the images of women in classical music are seen/heard through the eyes/ears of men; Claire de Lune, Girl with the Flaxen Hair, Carmen, Brunhilde. What I want is to create my own sound, what it _sounds_ like to be a woman, or a girl. They had been working on the Debussy pieces for several days, now, and it seemed like Annette had become enraptured, almost obsessed, with some of the sounds and colors of the music. She described one musical phrase as "like a kitten rolling into a ball to sleep" and another as "red thunder". They were working on the last bit of Clair de Lune when the phone rang. (end of part 1) The Piano Teacher (part 2 of 3) "Hello, Julie? it's Michelle." "Oh, hi, Michelle. Is anything wrong?" "Not wrong, really, but my replacement for the next shift is sick, and it looks like I might have to work here through the morning. I was wondering if you would be willing to stay with Annette overnight, at least until I get back tomorrow morning? I'll pay you for your time, of course..." "Are you sure you can't find someone else to fill in for you?" "No... a lot of the other doctors are away on vacation right now. Could you do it?" "Sure -- I don't see any problem with it.. I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow until the afternoon." "Thanks. Feel free to have the run of the place; there's some towels in the closet next to the kitchen, and I just put new sheets on my bed. "Okay. Thanks." "Could I speak to Annette, please? I want to explain all this to her." "Sure thing.... Annette ! You mom's on the phone" Annette took the phone from Julie and talked to her mother, saying "Uh-huh... fine.... okay... alright..... no!..... okay... okay, mom, see you tomorrow !" She hung up the phone and said "mom says for me to be real good and to do whatever you say." "Well, in that case, the first thing is to finish up Clair de Lune!" "Okay!" After they had finished their piano lessons for the night, Julie took Annette's hand and led her off to her little bedroom. First, she propped Annette up on her bed and removed her shoes. Then she untied Annette's little apron and unbuttoned the dress and pulled it up and off Annette's body. Finally, she stood Annette back up and knelt down in front of her and gently pulled down Annettes white cotton panties. As she did so her hands brushed against Annettes little bottom, and she briefly noticed her own breath stopping short for a moment. At the same time she saw Annette's legs squeeze together a little tighter as she looked down innocently right into Julie's eyes. She put Annette into her night dress, and tied the ribbons into a bow around her waist. Then she picked her up, and put her to bed. "Good night Julie" "Good night, Annette. Sleep tight." She looked back at Annette, already snuggled under the covers, half- asleep. That's how I want to feel, she thought. She went out to Michelle's bedroom, and after looking through the drawers found a small white nightgown. She took off her clothes and pulled the little nightgown over her head. She then locked up the house, went to Michelle's bedroom, and jumped under the covers. She was thinking about Debussy as she fell asleep. Julie slowly awoke to a very strange, beautiful sound. It was strange, because she had never heard music like it before, but also beautiful, because it had _that_ sound... a soft-yet-hard, gentle, feminine sound. She really wasn't even sure that it was music at first, because it had none of the fixed angular rhythms of familiar music, yet it _flowed_, and was cyclical, yet the cycles changed and became something else again. She found herself entranced by the sound, yet it sounded so familiar. She got out of bed and began to walk out towards the music. As she walked, she noticed on the edge of her vision that the clock read eleven PM, but forgot about it as she approach the living room. As she peeked around the corner, there was Annette, sitting on the piano bench, playing this wonderful music, seemingly extemporaneously. Annette did not seem totally awake either, as if she was playing in her sleep. Indeed, Julie wasn't sure if this wasn't her own dream, and that she was still asleep in her own bed. She continued to hide behind the corner and listen. As she listened, the music seemed to be laughter, but not just laughter, also crying and silliness and a blend of feelings of such intensity that she had forgotten she had had, once, when very young. She walked up to the piano, sat down and watched Annette play. As she played, Julie began to improvise her own additions, which made Annette laugh, and look up at Julie with happy, eager eyes. Their hands and arms ran up and down the length of the piano, dancing, playing games, and laughing. The skin of Annette's arm would brush up against her own and then sometimes Annette's fingers would go from a progression on the keyboard to a walking motion on Julie's arm, down her breasts, and then back to the piano again. As this happened, Julie began to feel that sense of excitement she vaguely felt earlier that evening, but she couldn't remember when or where. Eventually, they played a finale to their musical piece, that was so happy and funny and energetic, that they both fell off of the piano stool, laughing and giggling. Tired and both now very sleepy, Julie took Annette's hand and walked with her back to Annette's little room. But this time, just as she was about to leave, Annette held on to her arm and asked her to stay a while. Julie was feeling tired, but a light, very light playfulness overcame her, and she jumped into the little bed with Annette, and snuggled down under the covers with her, as they giggled and whispered little jokes. Eventually, Annette cuddled up next to Julie, layed her head down on Julie's breasts and started falling asleep. As she did, her hand brushed against Julie's nipple, which began to become stiff and erect. But now, instead of feeling breathless, Julie giggled slightly, cooed, and gently stroked Annette's golden Blonde curls. Annette's head turned ever so slightly, and Julie's nipple, sheathed in her nightgown, popped naturally into Annette's open mouth, which began instinctively to suck, right through the cotton cloth. (end part 2) The Piano Teacher (part 3 of 3) Julie briefly pulled Annette' mouth from her breast, inched her own nightgown up and over her head, and brought Annette's mouth back to her breast. As Annette sucked on her nipple, Julie began to run her hand through Annette's hair, over and over, finally letting her hand run down Annette's back to rest on the hem of her little nightdress. Gently, she began to pull up the cloth of Annette's dress, feeling the soft, smooth skin of the back of Annette's thigh, until it came to rest on the round of her little bottom. As Julie began running the palm of her hand around and around Annette's bottom, they both began to giggle and whisper. Julie lifted Annette's head slightly and brought it down again on her other breast, where Annette once again began sucking hungrily. They did this several more times, and on the third time when Julie lifted Annette's head up, she looked down at the little girl's big blue eyes and brought her lips down to Annette's and began to kiss them, first on the outside, and then gradually allowed her tongue to slip in between the little girl's lips. Annette liked this game, and began once again to start sucking on Julie's tongue, then sticking out her own tongue and letting Julie suck on it. Julie now had Annette lying directly on top of her, between her breasts. While Julie was kissing Annette, she would run both her hands down between Annette's thighs, and would gently, very gently, spread them apart and lightly drag the very tips of her fingernails along the inside of her thighs, which would make Annette sigh ever so slightly and spread her little legs even further apart. Julie could feel Annette rubbing her little pubic bone against Julies abdomen, and finally began bringing her fingers right down between Annette's legs and lightly stroking her little pussy. Annette breathed in a quick little gasp, then a sigh, and set back to sucking vigorously on Julies firm nipples. Finally, Julie lifted Annette up, gingerly undid the little ribbons round Annette's waist, pulling her little nightdresss off, and gave her some perfumed oil to spread on Julie's breasts. This seemed like a wonderful game to Annette, who ran her little slippery hands all over Julie's body. Julie lifted her up slightly and had Annette spread her legs and crouch down over Julies mouth, resting her little pussy right up against her tongue, as she continued to run the oil over Julies breasts. Julie quickly began sucking on Annette's pussy, making her alternately sigh and giggle as Annette squeezed Julie's slippery nipples. Annette began sliding all around on top of Julies body, allowing her pussy to alternative slip back-and-forth over Julies nipples, until she slid down and first kissed Julie's navel, then down further and began running her hands over Julie's freshly shaved pussy. Finally, urged on by Julie's own example, Annette lowered her pouting lips down onto Julie wet pink pussy and began sucking excitedly! At long last, Julie became so excited that she couldn't control herself any further. She poured a handful of the oil onto her hand spread it all over Annette's pussy, then lied flat on her back with her legs bent and spread apart, pulled Annette up and had her wrap her little legs around each side of Julie's right thigh, and sit down between her legs, resting with her little pussy pressed right up against Julies. With Julie's encouragement, Annette began to play "horsie", sliding her pussy around and around and bouncing it up and down against Julies own pussy, which was now red and wet and in full blossom. Annette herself was now getting visibly excited and was grinding around and around with wild, free abandon. Julie brought her finger up to Annette's mouth, which took it in and began sucking vigorously. Finally, when Julie knew that one more move would throw her over the brink, she felt Annette's teeth bite into her index finger, and with a little squeal and the sound of Annette giggling and crying and laughing at the same time, Julie suddenly felt the white heat rising up through her own body, and then looking down at this small body writhing in pleasure between her legs, she came and came and came until there was nothing left, nothing more that she would ever want, ever. She put her nightgown back on, left Annette's bedroom, and went back to sleep in Michelle's bedroom, the sounds of a new kind of music echoing in her ear. The next morning she was awakened by the smell of sausages and scrambled eggs being made. She went out and saw that Michelle had already gotten back, and was fixing breakfast for Annette, who looked over sweetly at her and said, "Hi, Julie!" Julie suddenly realized that she wasn't sure whether what happened last night was a dream or not. She sat down with them, ate breakfast, and didn't contribute much to the conversation. She did, however, occasionally look out of the corner of her eye at Annette, to see any evidence of the reality of her memory. Nothing. And now, she couldn't for the life of her remember any of the music that mesmerized her last night and was the start of it all. Not a single note. What did it all mean? She bade farewell to Michelle, and kissed good-bye to Annette (on the cheek), again with no noticeable reaction, and then left the house, walking down the sidewalk back to her home. And as she put her key into the lock of her own door, she could hear down the street, very faintly, the sounds of Annette playing the piano. And they were unlike anything she had ever heard before, strange, but beautiful....... THE END. ++++