Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2017 11:02:21 -0500 From: Ronnie Larson Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher - 9 Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher – 9 By Charlize So when Ariana parked her bike in front of Tiffany's house she was a little nervous. She knew that Tiffany must sense was that something was up; they hadn't "gotten together" since junior high school days. Tiffany was wearing khaki shorts and a Kelly green Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt when she greeted Ariana at the door. Tiffany had dark brown hair, inviting doe eyes, and full lips. Her legs of course were amazingly tan for May, and super smooth. She and Ariana could easily be taken for sisters. Once inside the beautiful suburban mock Tudor home (both Tiffany's parents worked and the family seemed well off), Tiffany leaned in for a warm embrace. She then held Ariana by the arms, searching her face for acceptance, approval and other signs. Ariana smiled, and Tiffany felt an instant connection. She inhaled Ariana's fragrance and sighed deeply. "Dang Ariana, you look good!" she murmured. "You too Tiff, love the shirt. Bright green is for sure one of your colors," offered Ariana. "C'mon into the kitchen and let's have something to drink. What would you like? "Water is good." "Just water? Can I interest you in iced tea or a soda?" asked Tiffany. "Yeah, iced tea would be nice," replied Ariana. "Well, well, well: what the hey! I'm honored to be hosting the hottest cheerleader in school," said Tiffany as she handed a glass of iced tea to Ariana. Handed, but didn't let go. Ariana's heart skipped a beat as they both held the tall glass. The sexual tension was palpable. "You like my shirt, but I really like your lip gloss," said Tiffany in a surprisingly husky voice. In what seemed like an eternity, the two young beauties looked deep into each other's eyes...and loved what they saw: acceptance, lust, sisterhood. Indeed there was an instant animal magnetism. Tiffany leaned in toward Ariana, and Ariana, sensing what was coming, closed her eyes and parted her full lips in anticipation. Thus, when two naturally attractive and hormonally charged gay girls meet up for the first time in years, both having crossed over to the "other team" in recent weeks...the inevitable took place. Tiffany first landed a light but slow kiss on Ariana's luscious lips, and then pulled back slightly to gauge her response. Ariana's eyes remained closed but she didn't move. Actually, she didn't move but for the first time in her life her eyelids were fluttering in joy and anticipation. Sensing Ari's openness, Tiffany could only do what came naturally, and that was to gently grab Ariana's face in her hands and press her own full lips into Ariana's. Ariana opened her mouth slightly and her own full tongue searched for Tiffany's, quickly lashing and sucking it into her mouth. She opened her eyes to see the mixture of delight and lust on Tiffany's face, and they both completely surrendered to desire. When Tiffany backed Ariana into the island in the center of the expansive kitchen, Ariana gladly gave into the urges of her new sensuality: she now knew what she wanted in life- who and what she was. Both of her hands grabbed Tiffany's tight ass, massaging each cheek with gusto. Ironically Tiffany followed suit, grabbing Ari's ass even harder while they made out like the tigresses in heat that they were. Tiffany then upped the ante by placing her right hand on Ariana's left breast. She did not squeeze the perfect C-cup, however. It was if she were acknowledging that there is a certain pace to these things: "hey, I'm gay, and I really dig you. Your face and body really turn me on. But I don't want to push you too hard or risk making you uncomfortable." Time stood still as they feverishly made out, gladly giving each other a transfusion of sweat, of bodily fluids, of joy; Ariana couldn't get enough. "O wow," gasped Ariana when they came up for air. "That was not why I came here but fuck, that was amazing." "Yeah, for me too Ari," replied Tiffany nervously. "I didn't really have plans to seduce you or anything- it just happened". "Yeah right," Ariana giggled. "But that was so hot: I was like really lost there for a minute." "Ariana, can I be so bold as to ask if you're gay?" she ventured. "I mean that was such gay hotness and you didn't even flinch." Ariana breathed deeply. "Well, for sure I've definitely realized this week that I like girls now- I never knew what I was miss...," answered Ariana. She paused, looked at the ceiling for a moment and exhaled: "Oh, screw that. Yes, I'm gay. I'm so gay...there I said it. I love women and I've fallen for my piano teacher. Fuck, God knows- maybe I've fallen for you. I'm so confused." Tiffany started to laugh but stopped immediately when she saw that she misread Ariana's reaction to the situation. For Ariana had started to weep quietly, sitting down on one of the kitchen bar stools. Her chest heaved and she exhaled deeply. She felt new and clean and born again. "Oh my God Ariana that is so awesome Ariana," declared Tiffany quietly. She warmly hugged Ariana, tilting her head into Ariana's. While Ariana cried she wrapped Tiffany in a loving embrace and they were quiet for a long minute, rocking gently. "Who have you told?" asked Tiffany. "Technically no one," admitted Ariana. "Suzanne, my piano teacher, knows that I'm feeling like I'm gay, but that is the first time I've told anyone that that is my new identity." Ariana stopped crying and was taking a few deep breaths. For her part, Tiffany was trying to make sense of things in her own mind. While she was really happy to get together with her old friend, she had been curious about Ariana's intentions in hanging out. But now it was all so clear. "She's gay...damn, who knew? And she chose to come out to me first! That is so goddam sweet," she thought to herself. She squeezed her small ass into the barstool with Ariana and they continued to make out some more, albeit at a more sensual pace. However, Ariana could not get enough of her luscious friend. "Kissing dudes does not compare", she thought. So the young women kissed, sucked, nibbled, hugged, and squeezed for a few more minutes. "So Ariana, everything is making sense now," said Tiffany as they separated. "But why did you want to meet up with me?" "OK. Molly Stevens had told K.C. that she was sure you and Ashleigh were an item. You know she's usually pretty reliable...not just a gossip girl. So I was hoping to hook up with you guys and maybe get some advice." "Advice?" Tiffany giggled. "Advice about...girls?" "Girls, parents: all kinds of stuff," replied Ariana. "Well, I only charge $100 an hour, so you've come to the right place dear," chuckled Tiffany. "But surely you need no advice about girls hot stuff." "Ha ha, very funny," came Ariana's retort. "Send me a bill." "You know, Ashleigh will be coming by in about half an hour, why don't we catch up in the living room?" "Sounds like a plan Tiff," said Ariana, taking one last final deep breath and glad to be returning to some sense of normalcy. She was wearing no makeup, so her face was only a little puffy and of course quite moist from the tears. With her confession and tears behind her, she was feeling very calm, very peaceful. As she followed Tiffany toward the sunken living room she noticed three things. First, Tiffany's ass looked amazing- not surprising for one of the school's best swimmers. Second, she felt hot and really squishy in her private parts. Third, she realized she was now just continuously horny around attractive girls. They sat on opposite ends of the comfy leather couch, their legs meeting half way (and of course a little game of footsie ensued). As they chatted, Tiffany mentioned: "I'm checking on Ashleigh's ETA." TIFFANY: u there?: ASHLEIGH: Yeah running a little late. Sorry. There in 5 TIFFANY: k Hurry. ASHLEIGH: Don't start without out me. TIFFANY: Too late! My God so cute (you're my girl and bestie) but so GD cute. ASHLEIGH: Hey we agreed! TIFFANY: No worries. Still fully clothed. Just a "so nice to see you" XOXO. ASHLEIGH: So she's... TIFFANY: Yes! Yay she's gay! ASHLEIGH: OMG I'm going to pee my pants. Keep her warmed up. Five minutes later Ashleigh burst through the front door without knocking. "OK gang, can we get this get this party started?"