Hot Summer In The Music Room.
It's All In The...Finger Work Darling.
Of all the days for the school's air conditioner to be on the fritz, why did it have to be on the day of the Summer Sun Festival? You ask yourself this as you crack open all the windows of the school hallways that you can. The halls have a sweltering feeling like being trapped in a brick oven cooking a pizza. most of the students and even most of the staff have left already. You look out onto the school fields through one of the windows you crack open. The ones where the games are often held, now look vastly different. The grounds have been turned into a sort of fair grounds for the annual Summer Sun Festival.
The festival was sort of a last day of school treat since...well that's what today happened to be. The finals were over, and so were most of the games for the sports seasons school wide. Out across the parking lot in the distance you could see the rented midway games and even a few carnival rides that were borrowed for the occasion. From the merry-go-round, to the Ferris wheel, and a bandstand set up for the closing school concert and the fireworks show the most ominous thing out there. The rest of the band was down there enjoying some down time, but you where still in the school practicing for good measure.
You are the second chair viola on the band; and while you are good at the viola, band was not your favorite thing in the world. You had kinda been pushed into it by your parents. Not only were you left back a year and a junior when everyone else was a senior and graduating this year, but your record for extra curricular activities was not the best to be desired. So they had more or else forced you to sign up for band and while you were good at the viola, a...hidden "Special talent" you could say, you were beyond nervous about tonight's concert.
Every scale; every note, and your performance overall had to be...perfect. So here you were cooped up inside the building long after everyone else had gone. Either to the fair outside or to various places to kick back for the first day of summer. Oh well better not waste time anymore than you already have, you head back to your locker to retrieve the viola when you stashed it for the last class of the day, gym. Walking towards your locker, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. "Who the flying...Dutchman could this be?" You think as you pull the phone out of your pocket to see who it is, the text message is from a surprising number, it's Octavia Melody's.
"Hello Anon...I was hoping that you and I could get some practice together for that rather important concert coming up tonight. Normally, my friends and band mates would rehearse with me, but this time, I feel a personal one-on-one study method would be better. Especially since in an orchestra, the viola is next to the cello in a band, and I hear you're one of the best viola players in school. Please respond as soon as you read this. It would make me ever so happy if you help me out.We'll met up in the music room for practice if you want to.
Signed,
Octavia"
'Octavia?!...As in Octavia Melody?!...Wants to practice in private with me?!' You scream internally as your eyes widen in shock while looking at the name on the screen. Just to be sure it's not some mistake or a prank. Octavia is one of the best, Cellists in school. Not too mention the sexiest; hottest, and most popular girls in Canterlot High school. Plus, it doesn't really help that you've had a bit of a crush on her. Ever since you first met her, you've had this feeling, like it might just be meant to be. The fact that she is asking for your help comes at such a shock, yet also a a feeling of bliss as you lean back against your locker door and sigh softly. You feel your body lose it's balance for a moment. A double take at your phone, and you begin typing out your response.
"Hello Octavia. I'd be glad to rehearse for the concert with you, you want to meet up in the music room? Is it still open?"
You're pretty sure it'd be locked up with Mr. Noteworthy at the fair with the rest of the band getting ready. It isn't long before you get a reply from her.
"Well...I picked up the key from Mr. Noteworthy so I could practice. technically, he only let me have it for just myself, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him, he thinks everyone's at the fair anyway...course..if you wanna have fun at it...I"ll understand and you can. I was only asking..."
"NO!...I mean...I'd be more than happy to rehearse with you for the concert. I'll be right over, just let me grab my viola."
Not even a minute passes before she texts back.
"Thank you ever so much, darling. See you in a moment! =)"
You pick up your viola from the bottom of your locker and rest it on your shoulder, you practically run with the case under your arm to the music room, but strangely enough, Octavia isn't there. You pick up your phone to send another text.
"Hey...Where are you?" =/
"Oh sorry, had to get my cello...and something...for us" ;)
"A wink? Must've been a typo or something." Not giving it much extra thought, You only briefly wonder what she means by her text as you set the viola case down and take it out. The viola is like a smaller more mellow sounding violin. Though the instruments have been known to get confused for each other. You get in a comfortable position to play and take a deep breath. You place the bow in the crook of the viola and strum a slow and mellow tune. It's similar to "Nearer My God To Thee."
"Why that song? Am I that bummed that I'm still here practicing?" You ask no one but the lone instruments resting in the stands. You don't have to stay here, so why do you still feel like you have too? you try to play for a while until you feel as if you have a muse going. You play the whole Nearer My God To Thee song and get lost in your own little rapture of the song, that you never notice you gained an audience while you did.
"Bravo darling, a lovely solo of such a tragic hymn but why a piece as sad as that?" You gasp softly looking up shaken from your "zone" to see a steel grey girl with slate slate hair in a pomp that flips back over her head. She wears knee high socks and black Mary Janes; a purple skirt with a treble clef embroidered into the hip. A light purple skirt and white blouse under it, Octavia Melody.
"Octavia!" You gasp in surprise at her standing there a hand on her mouth and a girlish giggle as she sees your reaction. "What the devil are you doing in here?" You ask as if she's wandered into the boy's locker room and seeing you naked as opposed to the music room. She giggles again and walks over to her cello, the large instrument that she plays like a pro every time she gets on stage. She takes her place on the band seating to the left of you the viola.
"We're having a practice session here together remember silly?" She says as she strums from the deep clefs and bass of her cello. You take in how she shuts her eyes, effectively shutting off the world as she strums her own unique tune for practice. You feel your heart start to quicken its pace and flutter like a hummingbird's as it suckles nectar from a Lobelia cardinalis. You take your place beside her on the orchestra and strum trying to match the tune she plays.
"Oh yeah...sorry...I get so wrapped in my music when I play I think it affects my short term memory, being...in the zone know what I mean?"
"Yes...I do." She says as you and her warm up. "I do apologize if I'm keeping you from the school Summer Sun Fair, it being the longest day of the year and all...the Summer Equinox."
"Actually, I wasn't really doing anything there when you texted me. I was going to find a quiet place to practice anyway..when you just so happen to text me saying you have the music room key." You say with a smug smirk.
"That's good, glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks we should get as much practice in as possible before the show starts." She says before she resumes trying to find the right song to play.
"Hey Octavia? You ask her as you watch her play, your words make her stop and look up from her cello to you. "Could I ask you something? Sorry if it would seem a bit...awkward of me to ask."
"Anything Darling, but why would I find it awkward?"
"Why does the best Cellist in school need to practice? I'm the one that can barley string a decent B sharp." You say and strum that very note only to have it sound more like a cat getting its claws snipped off. "See? God I suck as this stupid viola." You say glumly, then try to play a C flat and not suck at it. Octavia frowns softly and stops her strumming as she walks over to you.
"You don't suck at the viola dearie, it's a lovely piece you performed, and here." She says pausing as she slowly places her gentle, delicate hands on yours. They lock softly like the tumblers in a bank vault, she giggles softly in her throat. "Here, let me show you how to...handle the string work, it's all in the fingers." Her hands guide yours on the bow, she leads you and you don't resist. Your hands shake like a fallen leaf on a dead tree in cold September. They steady as the both of you make a soft and mellow tune emit from the viola, the instrument you went from hating to suddenly loving unconditionally.
"How are you?" You ask her as she lets your hands go. You briefly scared, like that moment your father let go of the handlebars of your first bike and left you on your own to ride it. Like then the fear turns to excitement as you feel yourself take control and strum on the viola like a master in Carnegie Hall. You wonder if this is what it feels like to her, when she gets into her zone and performs all those fine songs of her's. You feel like she should have won the Battle Of The Bands contest even though she was playing classical at what was by then technically a rock concert. "Octavia...thank you." You tell her when you finish, she gives you a standing ovation of one and smiles warmly at you.
"It's my pleasure darling, really its a matter of learning the ropes on the string instruments. So...you want a drink?" She says as she takes her blue lunch kit from her desk, the thermal kind that flaps open with Velcro and zippers, and keeps the food cool. She holds something you never thought you'd ever see again. It's two juice boxes, but not just any juice. It's a Hi-C juice box with two magic words on the side, Ecto Cooler. This is what she meant earlier?
"Oh Sweet Davy Jones! I'd thought I'd never see this stuff again!" You say with excitement; as elementary school nostalgia surges through you, like a sugar rush you got after eating all the cookies at a class party. "Octavia where'd you get this?" You ask her as she hands you the box with a giggle.
"They brought it back to tie in to the release of the new movie. I remember always having a box of this in my Barbie lunch box with a Hostess cupcake and a grilled drumstick from diner the night before. Back when my parents had the time to actually prepare my lunch for me, and cooked real food for diner." She says walking over to the window and you could see a glum look on her face in the reflection of window. "Before it was frozen lasagna in front of the TV so they can watch Fox Business." She gives a sigh and places a hand on the glass, her sweat leaves a mark staining the clear perfectly Windex washed glass.
"Something Wrong Octavia?" You ask her as you reach for your own lunch carrier; a little childish, but it's a relic from that time, a Jurassic Park lunch box. "I still have it after all these years, I still remember how MY parents always had a turkey with mustard on rye; a few crackers, and a Twinkie. They always made sure to show me the Twinkie when they packed it, the one time they didn't...well...it wasn't a pretty day at school." Octavia giggles softly.
"I remember that day! It was...oh damn kindergarten wasn't it? You were the kid who sneaked around under the tables and snatched everyone's snacks in the lunch room that day?" She says chuckling coyly now at the revelation.
"Well I was only five you know...actually four and a half but why be pedantic with details?"
"You took my Oreo's!" She says sarcastically though it's notion is lost on you.
"I was four!" You say defensively as you suddenly realize what she meant. "Those were that days eh Octavia?" You ask as you hand her the Twinkie you've been saving in you lunch box. The scene would be almost adorable, had you two not be by all rights adults. Your hands briefly touch her's as the cellophane wrapped sponge cake passes from your hands to hers.
"Please call me Tavi, all my...friends do." Hey words make you choke on a bit of the Ecto Cooler. You look at her with a bit of green flecked on your lips.
"You...You consider me a friend...Tavi?" You asked her chuckling softly and wiping your lips clean. She nods and giggles seeing you get all messy with the drink. You get an idea and place your refreshments aside. "Do you...dance? Octavia? Like as much as your taste is in the classical tunes, do you enjoy the dances that often accompanying them?" You ask opening Mr. Noteworthy's list of music on the nearby music player, which is tethered to prevent you from taking it. Octavia giggles and hand waves at you wordlessly saying 'flirt.'
"What do you mean by that?" She asks as a soft and well composed tune fills the room up, It's Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty waltz,act I, movment No.6. Grande valse villageoise (a.k.a. The Garland Waltz) "AH! One of my favorite compositions by the great Tchaikovsky, shame and a pity he died only three years after he composed it."
"Even bigger pity? Disney is trying to claim exclusive rights to it just because they used it in the film version from 59, they're greed is making it so that nobody can reuse the works of the masters for their own purposes out of a petty fear that it'll take away from their bottomless coffers, A pox on the house of mouse!" You say with your hand on your chest just below your neck, they way the thespian drams often emote when they rehearse.
"Hmmm modern angst merged with Shakespeare? I don't know whether to be amused...or impressed." She says blushing and giggling at you. You cough nervously and hold a hand out to her still keeping your gentlemanly visage up for her. She takes it, and you plant a soft kiss on the back of her soft, grey hand. Your other hand takes her by the waist as she gasps softly in surprise.
"May I have this dance?" You ask as you start to spin her around your other hand lifting her's in an arch to the side and the one gripping the firm and femmine curves of her waist. She plants her head the crook of your neck and coos softly, her heart fluttering with yours as you and her dance. The room goes from a high school music room to a grand ballroom, her purple and white jumper and blouse becoming a fine white dress with the finest jewels in the fabric, and your white button up and dress pants become a velveteen suit with a royal red jacket and golden buttons.
"I've always admired you Octavia, you're sweet, charming, you have a great taste in music, and you're the finest cellist in this school's history." Your words make her giggle and blush harder as she nuzzles your side tenderly.
"Is that true darling?" She asks as the music stars to crescendo, you feel daring as you grab her by the waist with both hands as you mimic a routine from the ballets. Your knowlage comes from cartoons, primarily the ones where a character hides their lessons from their friends, but you're sure there's some truth in television. You hold her in the air rising her up, then dipping her onto her feet. She gasps and whoops a bit at the sudden shift in your actions, but doesn't protest. The final notes hit and you hold her by the waist, her hands;neck and head craning back to the floor with her eyes closed in bliss as your nose is just inches from hers.
"Did you...enjoy it?" You ask her as her eyes open, she smiles and plants a hand on your cheeks, she lifts her head up and softly plants her lips on yours. She kisses you softly and with some restraint, before slipping the tip of her tongue past your lips and making it gently touch the tip of yours. She giggles into the kiss as the tips flick and flail at each other softly. She opens her mouth softly, as you do with yours. Soon the kiss becomes hot; tender, deep, passionate, erotic even. Your mouths tilt to the sides and she moans as her tongue fights with yours. You both pull apart eyes wide open as the tips are still locked together before you separate with a warm feeling surging through you both.
"Very much." She says as she starts walking over to the classroom door, our interest perks when she slides the deadbolt into place with a giggle. "That should give us some alone time, now..." She says before wrapping her arms around your shoulders and nuzzling you softly. She rubs and presses her chest into yours, you can feel her round, firm breasts pressing into you. The though of them is making sweat glisten on your dick under the layers of your pants and underwear.
"Wait...Isn't this...a little soon?" You ask her as you gently stroke her charcoal black hair and softly kiss her face lovingly.
"You know...Frankly my dear, I've always liked...even loved you. You are quite the talented viola player; you always share when we have rehearsal or recitals, remember when I had laryngitis and you brought me my homework everyday? Then coached my voice to get it healed even though I'm more instrumental than vocal?" She asks as she kisses you back, softly sucking on your neck leaving little love bites as she does.
"Yeah...Hot salt water and herbal teas...I know the ways to treat a dulcet voice like yours to heal it." You say as you run your hands along her back to the straps of her jumper. "You know...I know this might sound a little corny...but..."
"We just danced to our teacher's music track in the music room dearie...I don't think I could find anything about you..."corny." She says with a giggle.
"Well...you see...I'm...kinda a writer...you know?" You say as you blush hard.
"A writer? Really?" She asks her interest perking noticeably. You nod and take from your backpack a few folders with sheets of print outs in them.
"A lot of these are stories about things that happened around here...remember that time Starlight Glimmer tried to turn the place into some kinda police state school? And it turned out it was her dad conducting a social experiment on us?" You ask the memory of those rules and uniforms coming back to you.
"Oh please don't even..." She says equally sicked out by the mere memory of that.
"Well...I had to alter a few names, but I talked to some of the others who where involved in what happened and turned it into a story, look." You tell her as you hand her the first folder, the title on the cover written out in black and gold block letter stickers...Life Imitating Art. "It...makes sense once you get into the details." You tell her.
"Mhhhh...sounds interesting...Is this supposed to be that fellow who brought that box of comic books to school before we had a whole section of them in the library thanks to Twilight Sparkle?" She asks as she reads.
"Yep, Peter Page-Turner. I also wrote a story about Rainbow Dash wanting to feel more like a girl; A romance story between Ms. Chrysalis and Mr. Sombra, A story where a guy who's WAAYYY into Batman is chased around the school by those Dazzlings, a romance story between Flash Sentry and Sunset Shimmer, and The Rainbooms facing of against that new guy Pixel Resolution in a video game tournament at the arcade.
"You...have a thing for romance stories it seems." She says noting how at least two of those WHERE specifically said to be romance stories.
"I just...never really got to experience them." You admit glumly. She giggles as she places the folders in your bag. She looks at you with her eyes fluttering flirtatiously and playfully. She then guides your hands to the clips holding her purple jumper up, she means for things to get serious this time.
"Are you sure?" You ask her as she blushes feeling your hands on the golden clips holding the purple garment up.
"Yes...but...can I do you too?" She asks back, you're slightly confused at first at her words but it becomes clear when she tugs at your white polo button undoing them then pulling it up over your head. You get down low and let her take the polo off exposing your bare chest. she giggles and nuzzles into it as she helps you unbutton her jumper. It falls off her leaving her blouse; socks, shoes, and skirt.
"We...Probably shouldn't...We really shouldn't." you begin, but you're not even close to stopping. You’re mentally slapping yourself when you realize what you idiotically said. Of course you damn well really should. She giggles and only nuzzles you softly.
"The door's dead bolted...and the concert's not for a few hours...a quickie before we have to play?" She asks giving you sad longing puppy dog eyes. Oh you'll give more than a mere "quickie." "“Nobody's here,” she reminds you. A hand runs across your stomach, hesitating only briefly at your belt, before going lower. Only sheer force of will keeps you from thrusting your hips forwards as she teasingly runs her hands across the bulge in your tan school pants. "please...I...I've been wanting it as much as you have."
"You sure...it's not too soon?" You ask if only because you don't want her regretting or at least feeling guilty or...used in the long run.
"It's strange...like this heat..this long day the season...It's like it's driving me to feel so...unusually amorous. Like Rarity's cat when she wont stop meowing for toms all night." She says her words not helping the awkwardness of it at all.You reach under her blouse and start to grope her breasts over her soft velvety brazier. You trace around her hard nipples over the velveteen fabric, running your fingers lightly across them. She shivers softly like the last leaf on a dying tree, her breath stiffens in her throat as your hands feel in the valley of her breasts. You can feel her heart fluttering like a canary bird trapped under a cat's paw.
"I....I love you Octavia Melody." You whisper softly as you take in her scent of perfume. You and her are both old enough to be doing this, but she carries a hint of jail-bait on her perfume,as in it's the kind screaming tweenies put on before heading out to what ever flash in the pan pop singer or to the Claire's for more sickeningly pink and neon green scrunchies. It's the cheap stuff scented like blue raspberry jolly ranchers, her deodorant is the kind that probably has a name like OMG! To your surprise it's not, it's lady speed stick, it must have been on sale. It's the cheap kind in the bargain bin that gets the job done.
"I love you too." She suddenly smells different, her natural scent breaking through the mix of cheap and borderline something that would make you think twice about this, She smells like angels outta smell. It's bold and daring but also pure and sweet. It's enough to make you realize this is the time, to answer the call of destiny that's been dealt to you on this longest Monday.
She leans in for another kiss, and this time you don't hesitate. Sans maybe the quivering of your lips as they inch closer. Your tongue is in and counting her teeth as soon as the mouths make contact, while you continue giving her breasts gentle caresses. You feel her heart racing even faster now. She's unbuckling your belt, the metal clicks like a lock and the buttons pop like kernels of corn in a pan. Your pants drop exposing your black Haney's boxer brief combos. When her fingers touch them, you thrust forward...gently.
You reach under her blouse and slide your hands up her bare skin, not slowing until you have her covered breasts in your hands.
Your thumbs slide back and forth across her nipples under the fabric, gently stroking. You reach around behind her back, fumbling for the hooks on her bra. Just when you're becoming convinced that it isn't only amateur guys who have problems with the damned as all get out things, it gets loose, letting her breasts tumble free, albeit still under her blouse.
She undoes the buttons of her blouse and lets it pop open, she blushes as her girls are finally freed to breathe. You place your hands on the areolas and softly pinch her nipples in between two fingers. You always had unusually soft and slim hands for a guy, but she seems to like it. It's almost enough to make you wonder just what her tastes extend to, but so long as she doesn't protest to what you do too her. She gasps softly as you gently lean down and softly suckle on her left nipple while rubbing and softly squeezing the other one.
"Oh yes! Please more of that!" She cries out as you feel her hands rub the locks of your hair and tug on it gently as you suckle. You mix things up by licking her nipple softly then switching to the next one and repeating your previous attentions to her nipple. She slips Her skirt down, leaving her panties; socks and shoes.
"Leave the shoes and socks on." You say softly over her neck as you breathe on it and suck on the tender flesh as she blushes standing there in so little clothes in the same room a few hours ago you had keyboard practice with the music class.Unwilling to wait, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of your black underwear and shoves your boxer-briefs down, sending a wave of pleasure through you as they rake across your stiffened prick, then she laces her fingers around your backside and pulls herself tightly against your warm body, pressing her warmth to yours.
You decide to one up her by slinking down, your hard cock bounces softly as you do, she moans and licks her lips seeing your size. Not exactly something that would be intimidating, but she seems satisfied by the offer. Hey, bigger isn't always better you know. You reach down, your fingers going under the hem of her skirt, but you give her a little surprise. Your hands slides of her thighs. You move slowly and teasingly along her skin, taking your time to lightly brush your fingers against her skin, tempting though it is to rush for the prize.
You grip the hem of her panties in your teeth, almost like an animal. You growl like one ever so softly too, she giggles and purrs in her throat at hearing and seeing what you're doing. She pulls herself tightly against you as your finger brushes against fabric. Against all odds, you restrain yourself, moving your finger up and over the thin band of elastic and up her thigh until you reach the waistband of her panties, and tug the fabric out before releasing it making it snap against her bare navel.
"Heavens! That's a new on if I ever saw one." She says as she she giggles femininely and places a hand on her lips and blushes.
You tease her by reaching over the top, letting your hand trace across her pubic mound. Your fingertip brushes against silky-smooth hair, and you can feel your cock throbbing with desire. You can’t wait any longer. You pull them down still clenched in the bite of your teeth. You pull them down along her legs exposing the anticipated prize of her well trim pussy.
Octavia thrusts forward as your tongue slip between her lower lips. You slip your limber muscle into her hot wet flesh, sliding back and forth between her lips. You’re concentrating on her intently, getting a taste for her sex and sweetness. By the divines she tastes sweet and succulent. She moans loudly as your tongue finds that ever...elusive top button of the elevator. Neatly and perfectly tucked between the folds of her lips. You press your tongue into her clit, kneading it roughly. The soft and tender pearl quivers and drips a trail of juice onto your lips.
Octavia presses her head in between her thighs, you kiss her inner thighs and then kiss downward until you're exploring deep inside her depths tenderly. She takes one of her own nipples in her mouth and sucks on it then licks it moaning seductively. She bites it gently, pulling it into her mouth, then starts darting her tongue against her own sensitive flesh. Her hands slide across her chest as you eat her out, gently kneading the tender flesh before she trails down her chest to your hair and twists the locks in her fingers.
You retaliate by jamming a knuckle against her clit while you continue with your "lip service." Your victory is short lived; your shaft twitches as she tugs harder on your hair, before clamping her thighs around your head. She begins stroking your hair slowly, her tongue still swirling around her nipple. You move your head away from her slit as best as you can and look up at her, while her hands are groping at her breasts. "Fuck me," she begs softly.
Without any warning, she drops onto her back and spreads her legs apart. You look down just in time to see her run her hands along her body and giving herself soft gropes and caresses. She then snaps herself forward and then wraps a hand around your manhood. holding it in front of her mouth before she leans in to kiss the glans. "Mhhh ohhh you taste good." She compliments as she softly licks the rounded tip of the head. You stare down dumbly as she bends forward again, sticking her tongue out just far enough to lap at your tip like a lollipop, before taking your head and first few inches into her mouth, eagerly moving down your length even as she keeps stroking with one hand. It takes all your willpower to keep from thrusting forwards as she takes inch after inch into her mouth.Some part of you is vaguely aware that despite all the evidence in porno, a majority of women don’t actually like to have their faces fucked.
She makes it down about half the length of your meat stick before she starts rocking her head back, and bobbing it along the length she takes. Stopping just short of letting your head out of her mouth. She grips you with her hand as she slides forward again, and you reach down and put your hand on the top of her head, running your fingers through her hair. To your surprise, despite the unlikelihood of her having done this before, she manages to take the whole thing into her mouth and starts deep throating you moaning and gagging around it.
"Uhhh! Octi...Sll..Slow down, don't choke or hurt yourself for my sake." You tell her as you rub and caress her hair lovingly. This is your first blowjob, ever. Damn it’s easily a candidate for the best. One hand strokes your shaft as her head and mouth bobs up and down in a well paced rhythm, and you can only watch your dick sink into her mouth again and again. Her hand keeps gentle pressure at your base, while her tongue traces along the bottom and head. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, her eyes meet yours, and she pulls herself forward, inch after inch until she's taken you to the balls.
You can't help it; you grab the back of her head, and push her harder against your crotch as you feel her throat muscles working and gagging against your cock. Her tongue slathers as much of your length as it can reach before she pushes herself of you with a loud pop and gasps for air. After catching her breath, she deep-throats you about a dozen more times or so before finally pulling all the way off your dick and getting back on her feet. She cuddles up to and kisses her way up your chest, and when she reaches your mouth, you don't even hesitate, thrusting your tongue back inside. Not caring in the slightest where her mouth was just a few seconds ago.
you'd eat her pussy out AFTER you cum in it if it only means you get to pleasure her.
Your hands grip her shoulders tightly as she lays back on the desk again. Your eyes are drawn to hers and they lock tenderly. Octavia steps back and sits on a few desks that are arranged into a pseudo table, slowly leaning back, making sure that you get a good look at her bare body. “Fuck me,” she whispers. She directs your attention down to her still dripping wet pussy. You gulp softly a little nervous before getting up onto the desks. You take a few moments to steel yourself before leaning over her as she inches and gets herself into position.
"You ready?" You ask her as you hold her hands and look into her half lidded eyes lovingly.
"I've been ready." She answers; with a nod, you begin sliding your shaft inside Octavia's pussy. Her juices from her depths make sliding in quite easy. She bites her lip and makes a pained noise as you are realize that you just took her virginty.
"Oh God! Octi! I'm sorry! I hope I didn't hurt you." You say with concern as her expression changes from pain to pleasure. Once you're completely in, you slowly pull back out before pushing it in slower to allow her to adjust.
"Mmmmmmm.... yesssss." She moans as you slowly increase the speed of your thrusts. "Fuck me! Fuck me Anon!" She cries out. "Fuck me like there's no tomorrow!" She cries out as her hands grasp at your back and scratch you as you thrust.
"As you wish Tavi." You respond as your bury your head in her neck and kiss her tenderly, gradually increasing the speed even further until the desks start shaking as a result of what your doing on them.
"Yes! Yes! YES! OH FUCK YES!!!!" Octavia screams in pleasure and pure bliss as her pussy is getting pounded and taken. "Cum inside me Anon! I want it so badly!"
"Octavia...I'm not...wearing a...you know what." You tell her about to pull out but she stops you. She leans over to your ear and whispers into it.
"Don't worry about it." You are concerned about what she could mean by that, but you trust her completly.
"Almost.... there! So close!" You grunt while feeling yourself approach the point of release. With each thrust, you feel it coming closer and closer. "FUCK!" You call out. "I'm gonna cum!!!"
"Give it to me!" Octavia shouts. "Fill me up!" It isn't long after she says that until you fulfill her desire. You are still worried about what your about to do, but you are sure she's prepared in some way for this situation.
"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!!!" You cry out, trying to hold it back as long as possible until one final thrust inward is enough to make your cum explode inside her, filling her up as she moans in pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh fuck!!!!" She groans as she feels her pussy getting filled. "That's so good." Breathing heavily, you slowly slide your now softening dick out of her slit, watching as a small stream of your cum slip out soon afterwards. Both of you breathe heavily from what just happened. "Thank you." You hand her clothes, she doesn't bother cleaning herself as she gets dressed as do you. Almost as if nothing happened. she picks up her Cell and you your Viola. "Now...a one; and a two, and a one, two, three, four!" You both strum a new set of tones on the stringed instruments. The prior actions a memory as soon as they occurred.
Later on the Summer Sun Fairgrounds...
"So ends the day that starts off Summer, and to my students, I'm hopeful that you'll all be happy and healthy on your time off, and remember, there's still time to sign up for the school sponsored activities for the first few weeks to months." Principal Celestia says as the sun goes down on the quiet summer afternoon fading into evening and finally nightfall. She walks across the outdoor stage with the band behind her. You look over at Octavia with a knowing smile as she does to you. You both ready the bows for the respective instruments, and the rousing first round of music comes to you both as if it's something you've been doing all your lives...
You don't see it until after the concert is over, but a new messages from an unknown number (to you) is sent to Octavia's phone...
Hey Octi! Who's your friend from band I saw you making goo goo eyes at? =)
He's kinda cute. Are you guys...like an item? Does he like music more to your taste?
Cause I just made this rocking sweet remix, anyway...think we can all hang out sometime...I've been thinking about us...and how we agreed that we'd give a guy a shot at joining our little circle. Not as some third wheel, but like...the latch pin that's gonna keep things interesting. If you like him the way I think you like, I won't be jealous or nothing...so long as your willing to "share"...lol heh heh heh ;)
Vinyl...
