Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2016 07:02:54 -0500
From: Ronnie Larson <hardlyone22@gmail.com>
Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher ? 5

Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher – 5

By Charlize

"I'm not a straight girl anymore," said Ariana.  "In case you haven't
noticed darling."

"Noticed? Fuck, you've occupied my soul, damn you," chuckled Suzanne.  "If
you must know, I'm a purebred Lesbian Ariana, and have probably always been
that way."

"O yeah?" said Ariana.

"As far back as I can remember I have been somewhat of a loner: just me and
my books and my piano. I'm an only child and my parents are professors at
UMass.  During high school I just wasn't that comfortable with guys.  I
fooled around in my basement a couple of times with a neighbor and it was
OK, just OK. I've never had a real boyfriend and actually never had sex
with a guy- sex, as in intercourse.

"I suspected early in high school that I was gay and that caused me to
increasingly keep my distance from people. Of course, along the way I saw
some things on the Internet that piqued my curiosity about women and gay
women for sure.  Something just happened to me when I saw hot girls having
sex.  And the beautiful Lesbian love stories on YouTube just blew my
mind. I just wanted that so badly.

"I just became infatuated with women in general, noticing girls with great
smiles and personalities everywhere.  I rarely went to football games.
But, the first time I did, I realized that, while I would never want to BE
a cheerleader, there was one cheerleader that I really wanted to be WITH.
Of course nothing happened there.

"But everything started moving faster when I had a fling with my bestie
during senior year."

"O wow, tell me.  I want to know everything," demanded Ariana.

"Yep, but let's finish up here," said Suzanne.

As they talked they cleaned up after dinner.  After Suzanne hung up the
towels and finished straightening, they retired to her living room.  They
sat together on the couch, holding hands. Ariana took a deep, relaxed
breath and surveyed the room. She noted how clean and tastefully decorated
it was, and smiled, knowingly.

"So, we were alone in her room listening to music and talking about our
plans for college," continued Suzanne.  "She was a very direct person and
just came out and asked me if I was gay. She pretty much knew I was before
she asked, but, when I looked like a deer in headlights, she leaned in and
hugged me, telling me it was `OK', and that she was too.  We hugged for a
while and I started crying out of relief knowing that at least one person
knew my secret. She held me close while I balled my eyes out."

"We made out for a long time after that.  That first night we didn't go all
the way, although God knows I wanted to at least give it a try. She
fingered me to orgasm and I was stunned by her technique.  Later we just
sat on the floor laughing and trading rumors and stories.  She told me
about the gay people she knew at school and some of the teachers she knew
were gay.  I was shocked when I found how many were gay.

"Our relationship was pretty intense. We texted each other constantly and
saw each other as much as we could.  But, over the weeks and months we were
together she was becoming hard core butch and I just didn't like that. She
wanted to do things in bed wasn't ready for and was kind of bullying me.
She taught me a lot and was my first, so I'm sure I'll never forget
her. But, we haven't spoken in five years and I could never be with her
again."

"Aww, sad," said Ariana.

"Not so much, really.  She turned out not to be a nice person.  Drugs and
yaddy yaddy," said Suzanne, sadly.

"But on a happier note, although I hate labels, I am clearly femme
lesbian. I'm pretty girly, wouldn't you agree?" asked Suzanne, playfully
fluttering her eyelashes.

"You're fucking gorgeous and incredibly girly, if that helps," smirked
Ariana.

"Oh, you're a doll, my own Barbie doll," exclaimed Suzanne, leaning in to
give her girl a long wet kiss. When they broke, Suzanne moaned: "O my God,
who needs dessert?  Unless it's called Ariana Pie.  Can I call you Ariana
Pie?"

"Love, you can call me whatever you want," said Ariana.

"So, anyway, clearly being femme helps when I'm out and about in some ways
because people assume I'm straight. But in other ways it's a drag because I
have a hard time meeting girls, and guys of course hit on me.  Lesbians
either assume that I'm straight or `not their type', not gay enough.  And
the guys?  Well you know how simple guys are."

"Yeah, I've been learning how dumb guys are," suggested Ariana. "Sooo, if
you're at a party, and a guy hits on you, what do you do?"

"Well, I go along with it in the sense enjoying the energy, but I refrain
from serious flirting, of sending the wrong message. If they get too
aggressive in their questioning or suggesting I just let them know `not
now'.  And yes, I have fibbed about the mysterious `man in my life'.  Twice
now I've had to say, always politely, `I'm gay'.  Those two words really
help defuse the situation."

"O my God," cried Ariana. "What was it like to come out to people? I hope I
can say that someday. It sounds so exciting- but scary."

"Give it time honey, you will. Have no worries, encouraged Suzanne."

 "Do you wear makeup? asked Ariana.

"What is this, fifty-nine questions?" laughed Suzanne.

"Ha ha.  Well, you don't have any on now and when I think of the few
Lesbians I know, makeup is not what comes to mind," declared Ariana. "But
what do I know- I hadn't even heard of `lipstick Lesbians' until recently,
and I'm still not sure what that means.  Besides, you're so freakin' hot
you don't need any."

"Come here you," commanded Suzanne. She hugged Ariana and planted sloppy
kisses all over her face and mouth.  "But to answer your question, I find
that a bit of makeup works.  Not much other than lip gloss and foundation.
I have been known to use some eye shadow from time to time. And, by the
way, I prefer `femme' to lipstick Lesbian.  Lipstick Lesbian is for the
guys watching porn, god bless them."

"And, just so you know, for now I'm officially `between men' when the
mothers of my students ask- and that includes your mother. OK?" asked
Suzane.  "I'm sure a few of them have decided that I'm gay because I seem
to be permanently between men.  And who knows, some straight women seem to
have pretty good gaydar.

"But in the end they're all cool because I take my work seriously- and, I'm
always professional around them and their precious ones.  It is 2015 after
all.  And what the heck, I've sensed that some of them are in the closet
too, although I've only been hit on once by a mother."

"Ohhh, tell me more. What was she like?" asked Ariana with an impish grin.
"Did you guys do anything?"

"Well, she always had that energy you talked about.  For sure she held my
gaze a bit too long a couple of times," said Suzanne.  "She would make a
point of showing up 5-10 minutes before the lesson was over and sit quietly
near the piano, making very pleasant eye contact with me when she could. I
didn't think much of it at first. However, when her daughter had to go to
bathroom after one lesson, she really started chatting me up.  I swear her
voice got a little huskier and she made a point of touching my arm a couple
of times.  She was attractive and it was actually It was a bit of a rush."

"And then?" spat out Ariana.

"And then she told her daughter to go wait in the car while she talked to
`Mizz Stewart'," said Suzanne.  "She started telling me how much she
admired me and of course was touching me some more. She said I was
`beautiful' and a great role model for her daughter.  Really flattering and
exciting stuff. This lady was wealthy and seemed to really have it
together."

"I must have been giving off pretty powerful hormones because without
asking she leaned in and hugged me, whispering in my ear something I'll
never forget: `so beautiful'.  She stepped back and gazed into my eyes and
saw that I was nervous and open and excited all at once.  She then leaned
in to kiss me on the cheek. Not a word was spoken. She kissed me again in
the same place, putting her right hand on my ass.  She searched my face for
my reaction and I'm sure my eyes were screaming, `Yess, yes, yes'.  At that
point we rushed together and started making out like cats in heat. We never
left the piano, just stood there mauling each other."

"Holy shit," cried Ariana.

"Yeah it was wild. But being a good mother she hugged me one final time
and, knowing that I had her cell number, told me to text her later that
night. They were my final lesson for the day so I practically ran to the
bedroom to masturbate after she left.

During the week we got to know one another a bit, texting several times a
day. And the next week she sent her daughter to the car again and we
actually got naked.  We did a lot of stuff in my bedroom and we both came
really hard.

"Sadly, she left a weird message on my answering machine the next day
saying that her daughter wanted to take a break from piano.  I never saw
her again. She didn't answer any of my texts and I was afraid to call her.
I've learned that in life you have to sometimes take what you can get. With
a little distance now, it's clear we simply had a fling, an affair.  I
guess we both needed it.

"But enough about me, Ariana.  You definitely seem like a girly girl:
boyfriends here, admirers there.  Tell me, have you done it with a guy?
Did you like it?" asked Suzanne.

"If I look back, my mom noticed that I was a bit precocious in junior
high," confided Ariana. "By eighth grade I had these breasts and this
figure, and sophomore football players were asking me out. So, my mom and I
had `the talk' and she insisted I go on birth control.  She confided that
she'd had two abortions in high school and she didn't want me to go through
that.  By the time I was in ninth grade I had been on a date with one of
the juniors on the varsity football team. His parents were out of town and
we hooked up at his house. I'm not sure I had an orgasm, but I know that he
came twice inside me.  He was my first and I really liked it, especially
the second time he came.  It really boosted my self-esteem and I started
looking for chances to be with guys.  Maybe I have a really strong sex
drive."

"Ahem, yes dear, you're pretty much a borderline nymph, and I love it. I
can't get enough," cried Suzanne. "So, let me guess, the Lesbian scenes and
stories on the Internet must have got you longing to tryout n my team.

"Totally it did, for sure," said Ariana.

But maybe you're really bi-sexual if you liked fucking guys that much,"
said Suzanne.

"Maybe. But after tonight I feel like I'm a natural for the women's team,"
smirked Ariana.

"I love it said," cried Suzanne, as she wrapped her arms around her new
favorite pupil.  "And I really like you.  I hope you'll play full-time for
our side, but in time you'll find your way."

"Hmmm," purred Ariana, burying her head in Suzanne's breast.

"Well, it's after 7:30 and starting to get dark. Why don't I give you a
ride home?" suggested Suzanne. She gave Ariana a quick peck on the lips as
they separated.

"OK, do you want the bath room first?" asked Ariana.