Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2016 10:03:00 -0500 From: Ronnie Larson Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher - 3 Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher - 3 Ariana lay in bed daydreaming about what it might be like to marry Suzanne and set up house. She smiled, knowing that the idea was absurd but yummy nonetheless. As visions of lovemaking danced through her head she inserted two fingers in her pussy and reveled in her wetness. "Uhhh," she murmured. "Suzanne!" She didn't cum but it didn't matter. She was adrift in a sea of pleasure and relaxation. While she worked on dinner, Suzanne fantasized about the potential of a relationship with Ariana. "My God that chick is gorgeous," she thought. "She's very mature for her age, but I am 25...a bit of a difference. Maybe it could work. For now I'll have to be her piano teacher too." She was also a bit concerned about the legal status of their situation. The age of consent in Massachusetts was sixteen- not that she had had reasons to keep up with that type of information- it had simply come up in conversation recently with some friends. She thought that Ariana had told her that her birthday was in about two weeks. She resolved to talk to her lover about it soon. She loved to cook, a passion she inherited from her mother. While the lasagna and garlic bread warmed in the oven, Suzanne puttered around the kitchen tossing a salad and filling water glasses. Ariana strolled into the kitchen wrapped in the comforter as Suzanne was bent over the stove. Her hair was disheveled and she had a "freshly fucked" relaxed countenance. "O, those red panties again," she thought. Suzanne had grabbed the first available briefs in the bathroom and, yes, she too remembered the time when Ariana had swooned over her intentional mooning at the piano. A "Je t'aime Paris" t-shirt happened to be hanging there too and she threw that on. Of course she looked utterly natural- and ravishing. Suzanne stood up with the lasagna dish in hand and, setting it down, beheld her naked lover. Without saying a word she slowly enveloped Ariana with a warm hug and kissed her lightly. Thinking that it was only a short "nice to see you again babe" sort of kiss, she was pleasantly surprised once again when Ariana pushed her to the counter and kissed her back hard. "Wow she's a confident bitch," thought Suzanne. "And so fucking passionate." They made out with an animal urgency. Ariana pulled her to the floor and lay on top of her. "Your turn," she cooed. "But the dinner?" stuttered Suzanne "The dinner can wait: this can't," said Ariana in a rather husky voice. Suzanne stood and gladly turned off the oven and covered the lasagna, Ariana clawing at her. "Down girl, down girl," she giggled, playfully slapping her hands away. Ariana spread the comforter on the kitchen floor. She pulled off those red panties and, inhaling their fragrances, set them aside. She hugged Suzanne and again pulled her to the floor and rolled her onto her back, making sure she was comfy. She spread Suzanne's legs and peered at the glorious feast. "Oh my God, where to start? Wow." she thought to herself. Suzanne's private area was neatly trimmed with her own sparse strip pointing the way to the treasures below. Already engorged, her vulva gleamed with clear lubrication, beckoning the lover to indulge. Ariana felt her mouth watering. Ariana had never been with a woman but she had masturbated to lesbian porn. The first time she stumbled upon girl on girl action she was more curious than anything. Scrolling through scenes of young beauties making love, she lay in bed for hours while her parents were out. Without realizing what was happening, Ariana was succumbing to her innermost natural desires. Watching one of the scenes she was vaguely aware that she had become very wet. The next scene featured two Italian- looking women (she was mesmerized by their Mediterranean features) and she began masturbating in rhythm to their lovemaking. She replayed the scene while frigging herself and cumming with a loud grunt. Her interest in lesbian porn- both the romantic kissing sort and the more intense lovemaking scenes - flourished while she was losing interest in Dylan and, conveniently perhaps, just a couple months before she met Suzanne. Ariana was not very introspective but it did occur to her that the good things she'd heard about Lesbianism might be true. While a few in her social circle made "Lesbian jokes" from time to time, she knew several Lesbians and they all seemed pretty normal. They had a real energy about them that most people lacked. She wasn't sure whence it sprang but found it attractive. And so she knew exactly what to do. She licked and kissed all around Suzanne's vagina, and blew little puffs of air as she passed over it. When she could no longer hold back she lowered her entire mouth to the pulsating vagina so as to swallow it whole. Holding that orifice in her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down the length of the vulva. She looked up to check Suzanne's reaction and just then Suzanne lifted her head and peered deep into Ariana's eye. She didn't smile; she didn't need to. "Oh yeah, that's my baby gal," meowed Suzanne. "Oh yeah, I want more of that baby." She placed her hands on Ariana's shoulders to reinforce the urgency of that moment and her need. With Suzanne's encouragement, Ariana's tongue began swimming in that pool of sex and love otherwise known as an excited woman's vagina. Suzanne was already very wet and it made licking and sucking her pussy very easy. Her tongue darted in and out of that molten tunnel. Suzanne's clit was now partially exposed from its hood. About the size of a large peanut, it was actually bright pink and fascinated Ariana. She swirled her tongue around the base of it for a while and then started sucking it. By keeping her mouth clamped around it, she created a vacuum with her sucking and pulled the tiny member into her mouth. While sucking she played with it, brushing her tongue back and forth. Sensing Suzanne's pleasure and impending orgasm, she instinctually doubled down on her sucking and licking. Her intensity did not abate and she actually felt that Suzanne's clit had withdrawn. But she continued to suck it and roll it over her lover's pubic bone. She looked back to Suzanne's face and saw that she was breathing hard and was flush, perspiration forming on her brow. Suzanne bellowed, "Fuck," and reached for Arianna's hair. This time she was a bit rough, holding Ariana's mouth to the fire, as it were. For her part, Ariana hardly noticed. A sense of always being there, of being made to enjoy the love of a woman came over her. They were really two beautiful animals in heat. It had been a while for Suzanne and Ariana was scratching a deep itch. Suzanne stiffened. "Oh," she grunted. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Uggghh". She came with such violence that her legs clamped down on Ariana's head. Ariana was a bit shocked at first but her fear turned to joy when Suzanne's fluid gushed from her vagina. She reflexively tasted and swallowed quite a bit, her head still fixed between those buttery thighs. Ariana could see Suzanne's head twisting from side to side and her mouth babbling incoherently. As that excitement of her massive climax ebbed, Suzanne's legs fell limp. Ariana took a break too, kissing her way up to Suzanne's face with a mouth full of pussy juice. While they kissed deeply, she rubbed her crotch steadily over Suzanne's left leg. They were both silent, living in the moment. They tenderly planted little kisses all over each other. In the afterglow Suzanne's mind wandered back to her first lovers. "Hmm, those were wonderful times" she thought. "Gawd, Cary and I no idea what we were doing. Oh, but we figured it out for sure. How could a tender flower such seem like such an experienced dyke? How did she just drop into my life like this? What the hell!" "Hey love, when is your birthday again?" asked Suzanne. ~~Thanks for reading. Please contribute to Nifty!~~