You sat there, eyes closed and back straight, playing each and every note in the sheet music the teacher, Lyra Heartstrings, had provided. You let the melody of your work carry you as soothing, yet epic tone filled you with a sense of calm. As you played the last few notes, you heard clapping noises from behind you as you turn to face the source.

"Well done, Harold" Lyra said to you as you took a deep breath. "A little slow but amazing."

"Thank you, teach." You said as Lyra turned to her desk and began to go over papers with her assistant, Octavia. Octavia graduated last year and has since been employed by the school to be the assistant piano class instructor. She does an amazing job and knows her way around music as if it were written in her genes. She could've been a professional musician but you guess that she enjoys teaching students to perfect their craft. There was something else about her that you love, something that you were too afraid to admit in public. She was drop-dead beautiful. Everything about her looks from her face to her calm professionalism made your heart beat like a war drum with every thought about her. At the risk of not embarrassing yourself, you swept those thoughts from your head and focus on asking your question to Lyra, still talking to Octavia.

"Hey Lyra?" You asked with a raised hand. "What's going to be on the final tomorrow?"

"You are to write your own sheet music and play it in class. It could be a cover of any song of your choosing." There she said it. The opportunity to confess your love to Octavia in a symbolic way had been presented to you. You just have to find a song to play for her to make her swoon. There was just one problem: you don't know what type of music she secretly likes. As the bell rung, You walk out with worried thoughts as to what you'll play, worried that you'll never get to express your feelings to her in song. Just as you turn the corner, you run into your friend Rarity. The two of you weren't romantically involved, but the two of you always had been friends regardless. As you got closer, she noticed your frown and gets worried.

"What has you troubled, darling?" she said in a soft tone.

"It's about music class." you said with your head hanging down. "It's kinda personal for me." Rarity then looks at you with a frustrated worried expression. She knew you'd always talk to her about whatever was on your mind and your hesitation to say anything about it had set off red flags. Without warning, you felt the tight grip of her hand gripping your forearm as she dragged you into a nearby empty room.

"Okay Harold, " Rarity said as she closed and locked the door. "the first thing in getting help with a problem is to talk about it with someone. Go ahead, I'm all ears." With a gulp and your arms crossed, you leaned against the wall and sat down on the floor as you prepared to tell her the story.

"There's a girl that I like." You crook an eyebrow over your revelation. You suspected she might've gotten the insinuation from just the tone of your voice when you ran into her.

"Oh really?" Rarity said as she sat down next to you. "Who is she?" At that point, you had to confess the name of your crush. Every time you try to, the butterflies in your stomach made you choke up.

"I-I-III-"

"Come on, speak up."

"I-I-I-It's "

"Out with it!"

"OCTAVIA! It's Octavia!" You blurted out. Rarity was shocked by your admission as she saw you dig your head in your arms in embarrassment before you heard a soft chuckle from her."

"Octavia? I know her. She and I are good friends." You were pleasantly surprised by this twist that your friend and your crush are friends. At least then, you were able to calm down, knowing that you didn't wound your social pride. "What problem do you have?"

"We have a final tomorrow where we have to write sheet music and play it for the class. I want to serenade her but I don't know what kind of music she likes."

"Well, I've talked to her many times to get to know her quite well. From what I gather, she has a secret love for blues and soul."

"Really? I thought her to like stuff like that."

"There are many secrets that ladies keep to themselves, Harold."

"Damn." You then looked at the clock to see that it was half past three. You wanted to get home and get to writing the sheet music to seduce your love. After the exchange of goodbyes, You and Rarity went your separate ways as you drove home. Once there, you grabbed your dinner and rushed to your room to begin writing your musical love letter to Octavia. With every song in your collection, You'd listen to see what would move her.

"No, not that."
*Click*
"Not that either."
*Click*
"Shit!"

You wanted to find the song... that perfect mixture of blues and soul to get your message to her. You flipped though every music in your library, only to be met with a lack of promising songs and a build up of frustration. Then, you exhausted all options in your music library and rested your head in defeat.

"Goddamn it all! What the fuck am I going to do now?! I want to find the song, THE ONE SONG, to play for her! I still can't fucking find it!" Your frustration then began to evolve into anger as you curse yourself for not being able to find what you were looking for. In a fit of rage, you toss your pencils to the wall left of you.

"FUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!" As the pencils flew, one of them had hit the power button of your radio hard enough to activate it.

"Welcome back again to The Afterdark Jukebox on 96.2 WRIF. I hope you are all having a wonderful night out there, ladies and gentlemen. Whether you're with a significant other in a night on the town, dinner, or at home doing the love dance, our next song will be the perfect one to help set the mood."

In that moment, It clicked with you. As you listened to the melody and the lyrics, you've known then and there that you had found the song you were looking for. After song finished playing, you did a web search of the song and listened to it while playing it on your piano, copying the notes while writing the sheet music. Be for you knew it, it was twelve in the morning, the sheet music was complete and fatigue had gripped you. You fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction that you'll do well in piano class.

*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BEEP*
*BE-*
*Click*

You yawned and opened your eyes as you looked around the room to see that it was six in the morning, one an a half hours before your first class. In a haste, you packed the sheet music in your binder and freshened up for the day, ready to set off for school.

================================Later that day in piano class:================================

"You can do this. You can do this. It's do or die from this point on." You thought to yourself as you approached the classroom door, opening it to find Octavia herself sorting the papers and no sign of Lyra anywhere.

"Hey Octavia, where's Ms. Heartstrings?" You asked.

"She came down with a cold. I'll be taking over for her today. Take a seat in front of your piano." The sound of her voice had you paralyzed for a few seconds before heeded her words and sat at your piano, pulling out your sheet music and anxiously waited for class start. When it did, the final exam began and one by one, your classmates had played their songs for Octavia. As they finished, you got progressively nervous as your turn drew near. Then, you felt the hand of Octavia grip your shoulders as you turned to her Your heart had began to beat rapidly as you almost felt time stop.

"Harold, It's your turn." She said in a sweet tone as she began to walk back to her desk.

"Hey Octavia?"

"Yes?"

"Is it alright if I sing as well?"

"Well, It's optional but you certainly can."

Her words are all you needed to be able make the moment memorable. As she sat down, you prop your knuckles and took a deep breath as you put your fingers to the keys and began playing.

As you played, you had poured your heart and soul into the performance as you focused on playing and singing the song. Though you hadn't noticed, the students looked on at you as you did your song, amazed at the soul filled melody. Octavia did listen as well, but was frozen in place as a familiar sensation prevented her from moving. She felt a tingling feeling around her nether region as every moment had made her feel a buildup of sensual pleasure. She was both amazed and surprised as every second made her feel the effects of sexual pleasure without the physical presence of her fingers or a dick. As the song ended, her pressure had pushed itself over the edge as she climaxed, biting her lip and faking a sneeze to mask the noise of her orgasm. None of the students seemed to notice as they were focused on listening to you. After that, the class applauded for you as you took a deep breath in relief as it was done and over with.

*RRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG*

One by one, your classmates walked out to go home. As you got up, you heard Octavia's voice beckon to you.

"Harold, mind if I talk to you for a minute?" It was it. You got the chance to talk to her personally. She had gotten up as you nervously approached her. Your heart was beating ever so quickly as you got closer and closer.

"W-w-what did you need?" you stuttered.

"This." You weren't prepared for what had happened. In a flash, Octavia had pulled you closer to her, locking you in her arms and your lips with hers. For a moment, you didn't know what to think until you finally gave in and surrendered to your passion. You moved your hands around her back as you felt her breasts press up against your chest as you and her moaned.

"Why?" Octavia asked, breaking the kiss. "How did you find my sexual weakspot?"

"It was a lucky guess." You replied. "It was also my way of confessing something to you."

"What?"

"I love you, Octavia." You said as you gave her another peck on her lips. She blushed to your confession. She had never heard anyone say those three words to her and she was pleasantly surprised about you telling her.

"Why Harold, I'm flattered." Octavia said as she walked to her desk. "I would also like to point out what your little performance made me do." You looked under desk to see that some fresh wet spots have spattered the desk and the floor above it. You even saw that a good patch was on her chair. As you turned to face Octavia again, you found out what her earlier words meant. She had panties that were quite soaked to the band. Even some of it was dripping along her thin long legs.

"It appears your performance got me a little too... 'excited'." Octavia said as she grabbed the collar of your shirt, giving you a sultry stare that made you slightly shake in anxiety. "So, are you alone tonight? Are you available?

"Uhhh... My parents are out of town until tomorrow night. As far as I know, I have nothing on my schedule. Why?"

"Just asking." She said as she let go of your shirt. "Now, get going. I have to get some work done." As you left the school grounds in your camaro, you couldn't help to wonder what she intended what her last question. What did she want and why did she ask something like that? Whatever it was, It was brushed aside by the growls and pains of hunger. You temporarily clear your mind of Octavia's questions and continued on home, intent on making dinner.

"I wonder what Octavia wants."

Author's Note

Well, judging by the majority of the replies from my post in the clopfic forum, the majority hath spoken. One more part after this. Hang tight and hold on for another wild ride.