Piano Teacher

Piano Teacher

Piano Teacher

Ashley was a child prodigy who began playing her mother's piano as a young child. When she surpassed her mother's instructional ability, she was given professional tutoring. She received a full musical scholarship at a local university at eighteen years of age. For pocket change, she tutored children.

Jonathan (Jon) became one of Ashley's tutees at age eight. He was somewhat of a prodigy himself. Because of that he and Ashley got along very well. She understood his moods and the pressure parents can place on children with talent.

Ashley graduated with a BA in music and found a position with a symphony orchestra a half hour's drive from home. She expanded her tutoring with a concomitant increase in fee. Her apartment continued to serve as her studio. Jon, who was now eighteen himself, was still one of her tutees. He was leaving for college in several months. Despite the ten years difference in age, they remained close... kindred spirits.

Jon found Ashley to be the one person in the world he could talk to about anything. When he didn't feel like practicing, Ashley would sometimes engage him in conversation about life, love and music.

One such day, found Jon talking about a problem with his girlfriend.

"She's ready to be intimate... I think," he said.

Slightly surprised, Ashley responded, "OK, Are you not ready?"

"Well, umm, yeah... but I don't... this is hard to talk about."

They had discussed many, many things over the years... even his on again, off again relationship with Sara, his girlfriend. Jon was socially clumsy... not inept just awkward. Ashley appreciated the difficulty of the discussion. She, herself, had social issues at his age.

"I'm willing to help or offer suggestions, if you're willing to share. Of course, if you're not ready to talk about it, that's OK too."

"I do want to talk about it. I need to talk about it. It's just embarrassing..."

"More embarrassing than your first effort at Haydn's Piano Concerto No. 11 in D Major?"

Jon laughed. "Maybe not that embarrassing!"

She had come to think of Jon as her favorite pupil. He had talent and practiced diligently. But he had other interests... tennis for one. He played on his high school team all four years and had received a scholarship offer in tennis from several colleges. He had a lithe build... thin, supple, and graceful. He was never going to be a concert pianist, but he could easily play professionally.

Allowing him the opportunity to decide whether to talk or not, she waited.

"It's just that Sara is pushing me to be intimate and..." he trailed off.

"A moment ago, you said she was 'ready' but you weren't sure. Now you say she's 'pushing' you. I'm not trying to be argumentative, but there's a big difference..."

"I know... I'm not being clear. She's actually said she would like to take our affection to the next level."

"And you interpret that to mean intercourse?"

"Well, uh, we've... uh. We've touched each other's... you know," he said, his eyes pleading for understanding."

"OK. Have you caressed each other to orgasms?"

Jon's ears were beet red. They were clearly visible because he had his head down, staring at the floor. Ashley waited.

"I can't do this! I can't talk to you about it. Maybe I should just break up with her."

"You really like Sara."

"But I'm afraid... I don't know... I'm a virgin, alright? I said it. I'm not sure how to please her. What if I do it wrong? I'm sorry this is just too much to talk about with you. I'm so embarrassed."

"I understand. Everybody has to have a first time at some point. I was a virgin until I was a year older than you. So, I get it."

He looked up at her astonished. "You were a virgin?"

She chuckled, "Everybody's a virgin until they aren't."

"What was it like your first time? Were you scared?"

"That's not a question to idly ask someone. But because we're talking about sex and have known each other so long, I'll answer your question."

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have..."

"Be quiet, relax. I said I'd answer your question. You used the words, 'afraid,' unsure about 'pleasing,' and worry about doing it 'wrong.' I felt all the same feelings. I cared about the boy, who by the way, had no more experience than you do. Our relationship was at the same point as yours. We both jumped off the cliff together."

"And?" He asked.

She smiled at his innocent tenacity. "And we both survived. I wasn't lubricated enough, so penetration was difficult. He ejaculated in less than a minute. I didn't have an orgasm. We both felt 'less than' and tried again an hour or so later."

"I would just die, if I shot the sherbert that quickly!"

Ashley laughed out loud. "What a colorful expression!" The truth is you are much more likely to lose your 'sherbert' before she does."

"What... why?"

"Boys... young men are more likely to get off faster than their partner. It might be because there're too excited or simply don't understand female arousal."

"I want this to be enjoyable for both of us. That's what I'm so worried about. Can you help me not make that mistake? Can you teach me?"

"Jon, you've always been one of my favorite pupils. I feel like we're good friends as well..."

Jon jumped in, "You've always been great with me... treated me as an adult, even when I wasn't. I admire you as an important female figure in my life. Heck, I've even had a crush on you for a long time."

Ashely smiled warmly. "I know it's stupid but, I've been a little infatuated or something with you. Particularly since you're an attractive young man now."

Jon's eyes were wide open with surprise. "I'm amazed because I've never thought that... you know a kid looking at a role model. I just never had the courage to say anything."

"We should always strive to be honest with people in our life that we care about," she said.

They looked at each other for a few moments.

'Is she willing to physically help me learn how to do it right?'He wondered.

'Is he asking me to show him how to make love?'She speculated.

"I sure want it to go right with Sara. I need some help... a tutor." He asked, looking like a lost puppy dog.

"Are you asking for advice or physical instruction?" She asked with a straight face, but her heart pounding rapidly.

Jon blushed and stammered, "I guess... uh. You always say practice makes perfect."

She stared at him. He wilted, dropping his head and eyes to the floor again.

'You've been lusting after this young stud muffin for a year. It's so unethical... absolutely wrong. He's an adult and leaving for college in a couple of months. You've known him since he was eight years old. He's not a kid anymore! It's just wrong. I wonder how big his cock is.'

"Look at me," she insisted. He raised his eyes to meet hers, expecting to get blasted.'Shit! She might even tell my parents!'

"I'm willing to teach you how to treat a woman in bed. But however this goes, there are some ground rules."

"Whatever you want," he interjected.

"Please be quiet and let me finish. I want to make it very clear... this is a one-off situation. I'll help once... no ongoing 'support.'

"I understand. You are helping me with my relationship with Sara... my girlfriend. You aren't looking for that kind of relationship with me."

"Good, You've got a clear understanding of what this will be."

"Yes... and thank you!" He smiled.

"Alright, I will only consider doing this if we have complete agreement to the ground rules."

"Yes, Ma'am! I'm listening," he said quickly.

"First, tell your parents you want to quit piano lessons. I won't take their money to give you sex education. Tell 'em you want to take a break, but that you will continue at the university."

"OK"

"Second, if you tell anyone... literally anyone in your life what happens during our 'studies' I will hunt you down and kick your ass! Not really, but I will be incredibly disappointed and never speak to you again.

"I won't"

"Third, we will agree on a day... maybe a Saturday or Sunday. You will take a very thorough, long shower, washing every part of your body before coming here. You will stay most of the day. We will focus on increasing your in vivo... you know what that means?"

"It means 'in life.'"

"Yes, increasing your life experience in proper love making. You must devote the entire day to it and follow my instructions explicitly. As your piano teacher, I suggested things and asked you to practice. As your sex tutor, I expect absolute obedience. If you feel uncomfortable with anything I ask, you may stop the lesson."

"Understand... obey all directions or opt out of the tutoring."

"Fourth, no masturbation for a week before we meet. I want you to have a loaded pistol for the lessons."

"OK... hardest rule so far, but I won't jerk-off for a week."

"Good! This is the craziest thing I've ever done, but let's pick a date."

***

The fated day arrived, and Jon showed up at the specified time. Ashely met him at her door and took him back to the studio, where she conducted piano lessons.

"Have a seat on the piano bench," she suggested. "Do you have any questions, before we start?"

"Uh, n... no. I'm a little nervous."

"That makes two of us. I have to admit I'm having second thoughts. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Figuring it all out with your partner is the way most people learn."

"I'm just too anxious about messing it up. You know me. I'm not good in social situations. Unless you just don't want to do it because I'm so young."

"You're 18 and I want to do it. I just want to be sure this is what you really need."

"Please help me!" He pleaded.

She surrendered to his appeal. "Alright, let's start with you sitting on the piano bench."

Jon was over-the-moon excited and had been all week. He got boners at random times every day, thinking about 'it!' He was going to have sex with a beautiful, wonderful, full-grown woman!

Ashely hadn't had partnered sex in several months. She was dating a man who got transferred by his company. So, she was horney... but still struggling a little with the idea of intercourse with the kid. She imagined she was 'taking advantage' of an 18-year-old. She didn't view herself as a cougar, although that's exactly how she was acting.'It's a special circumstance,'she told herself... helping a friend and getting to play with a youthful, hard body...'Just go with it! He's well built, has no adult baggage. Plus, he will do anything you ask him to!'

She leaned over, so they were face to face. "Kiss me with passion," she whispered to him.

Jon put his hands on her jawline and pulled her towards him. Before their lips touched, his tongue penetrated her mouth. She pulled back from him.

"Excellent 'movie' kiss... not romantic or passionate in vivo."

"I'm sorry. I... Uh... I'm not good at this."

"Stop right there, Jon."

"Huh?"

"Running yourself down and catastrophizing about mistakes isn't helpful. If you fall apart every time I coach you, this won't work. In piano lessons when you are trying to play a new passage and I say, 'again,' you stop and restart. You don't get nervous or jiggy... right?"

"Uh, right," he replied.

"Same thing... different setting. OK?"

"OK"

"So, holding my head was nice. Just keep it gentle. Now, kiss me with your lips first and then, as I respond, tease your tongue against mine. Allow the passion to build. Give it a try."

Jon focused on following Ashely's instructions. He allowed his lips to engage hers and meld together. Only after he felt her tongue, did he involve his own. Their tongues began an enthusiastically hot tango... twisting, tumbling, and tangled. In under a minute their breathing accelerated, as their sexual drive kicked in. In short order he was hard, and she was wet.

Ashely gently disengaged and straightened up. "My god! Jon... that was fantastic."

He looked confused. "Why did you stop? I thought I did something wrong."

"OK, first of all... No! You did it right. Secondly stop overthinking everything. Understand?"

"So, I didn't do anything wrong. Why didn't we keep going?

"What would you do next? Define 'keep going'" She inquired.

"Oh! Uh... I'm not sure."

"Think about it and give me your idea."

He thought a few moments. "Maybe I would... Uh... touch your breasts?" He offered hesitantly.

"That works for me, but there's another step in between. You need to unbutton my blouse."

"Right... should I ask first?"

"Excellent awareness. Certainly, if you're unsure the woman is consenting. But read the situation between us. Tell me what was happening while we kissed."

"It was smokin' hot!"

"What were you feeling?"

"I was totally turned-on."

"And?"

"I... Uh, I got an erection."

"What was I feeling?" she asked.

"I'm not sure..."

"Guess," she pushed.

"You, uh, your tongue was moving faster. And... and...umm you were breathing faster."

"So...?"

"You thought it was smokin' hot too?" He replied.

"Yes, I did. Now kiss me again and after a few moments reach up to the top button of my blouse and undo it."

Ashely leaned over and they resumed their french-kissing. Somewhere in the frenzy of passion, he stood to embrace her fully. When they were both breathing heavily, Jon reached over and unbuttoned her top button.

Ashely moaned softly. He read her correctly and continued down the trail of buttons. When he reached the bottom, she pulled the blouse off and tossed it aside. She also reached back and released her bra, which joined the blouse somewhere.

Jon broke the kiss and brought his hands down her arms to her wrists. She straightened her back, offering her freed breasts to him.

"You're beautiful," he marveled. She pulled his lips to her chest. He licked, kissed and suckled each nipple until it was hard. She moaned and whimpered at his astonishing performance. She was really getting turned-on.

"I'm certainly getting a buzz through my nipples. Phenomenal foreplay, Jon. I can't offer any area of improvement."

"Sara really loves for me to kiss her breasts." He grinned.

"Let me sit down on the bench. You're making my knees weak. I fully appreciate your titty expertise. I now understand why Sara wants to move to the next level. You're driving her out of her mind!"

"You want me to stop?"

"NO! I most certainly do NOT want you stop," she said between moans.

He continued lavishing his tongue and lips attention to her breasts. She felt like she might have an orgasm with her pants on. After another several minutes, it seemed best to move along. She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper and encouraged him to pull them off.

"Alright tiger, you have gotten Sara and me all hot and bothered with your tongue. Let's move on. I've given you tacit permission by loosening my jeans, for you to take them off. Don't yank them. Take your time and make everything sensual."

Jon kneeled down at the end of the bench. His hands were shaking as he slowly pulled her last two pieces of clothing down her thighs, over the knees, down the calves, and off the feet. She rested her elbows behind her on the bench and planted her feet on either side.

Ashely spread her knees out enough to slightly separate her labial lips. She was wet and thought he could probably see that. Jon's mouth dropped open and his eyelids seemed to disappear. He looked hypnotized. She allowed him a few moments to 'survey' the playing field.

He whispered to her, "Is it alright if I take my pants off. My boner is going to break if I don't release the pressure?"

She giggled, "For goodness sake don't break it now! You're going to need it in a few minutes."

He smiled and jumped up. She thought he intended to get completely undressed, but he only removed his shorts... he still even had his shoes on. His briefs were tantalizingly tented. The boy seemed to be packin' something noteworthy. He knelt back down between her legs.

"Use your hands, lips, and tongue to slowly work your way up here," she murmured, pointing to her pussy.

Jon swallowed hard and placed his hands on Ashely's feet. He squeezed once and moved up to her calves. After grazing his fingers along the back of her calves, he skipped over the knees.

"This isn't a race, start over. I'm offering my body to you... savor it. Tender caressing is thrilling to a woman."

Jon began his usual response, "I'm sor... Umm... Your legs are gorgeous. So smooth," he whispered, as he kissed the arch of her foot.

"Attaboy!" She replied and then drifted back into luxurious sensuality.

He massaged, kissed, and licked his way very slowly upwards. Alternating between each leg, he left no muscle group untouched. Since he was constantly glancing to the incredible place between her legs, it took him many meandering minutes to reach her upper thighs.

Ashely spread her feet further apart and pulled him up and on her. He licked and kissed randomly without any focus. She decided to get him undressed.

She stood and walked around him, putting her hand on the keyboard caused a loud cacophony of notes. She pulled him up off his knees and slipped his t-shirt over his head. He kicked his shoes away and sat down on the bench to pull his socks off. Once the socks were gone, there was only one piece of clothing left. He put his fingers in the waist band.

"Let me," she asked.

He shivered with excitement, dropping his hands to his side. The briefs were royal-blue. The front was expanded dramatically, outlining his hard cock. The highest point of the distortion was a dark navy-blue color. The splotch of darker color was large and some of the pre-cum had worked its way through the material. It was white like the crest of a wave on dark water.

Ashely pulled the briefs down, freeing his handsome cock. It wobbled and pulsed at its' freedom. She wanted to take it in her mouth but feared he would blow his wad. Instead, she urged him to sit on the bench. She moved around behind him straddling the bench facing his back.

Jon was strangely relieved her lips didn't engulf his manhood. He knew if her lips touched him, he would cum. He had never been so close without cumming. He was disappointed when she stood, but also relieved. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to do so while fucking.

From behind him, Ashely kissed his back and shoulders. While holding his chin and tilting his head back, she began gently biting his neck, ears, and shoulders. These love bites were alternated with licking and sucking. He whimpered with pleasure.

Her free hand moved around his body to his chest. Then down to his cock. She just held it without stroking. She knew he was close and didn't want him prematurely cumming. He didn't know what to do. He attempted to turn his head to kiss her, but she held his chin firmly. She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth and breathed hot air in his ear.

He came. Huge ropes of cum shot up vertically and came down around his lap. He cried out excitedly, "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" As the orgasm passed, he muttered, "I'm sorry! I couldn't stop..."

Ashely stood and while walking around his side said, "Don't worry honey, we've both got a lot left in the tank." Picking up a towel, specifically placed for this purpose. She knelt by the bench and began cleaned him off.

"I wish I could have waited and... you know... uh... given you some pleasure."

She hushed him. "It's OK. The phoenix will rise again."

After cleaning him up with the towel, she licked his still plump, but not erect, cock. She held it up with a few fingers while licking it entirely clean. When she was done, he was stone-hard again.

Looking up at his face, she smiled, "See! All better." Then she pulled him into her mouth and took his entire erection down her throat. He groaned in ecstasy.