Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2016 08:33:25 -0600 From: Ronnie Larson <hardlyone22@gmail.com> Subject: Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher - 6 Ariana and Her New Piano Teacher – 6 "All set?" asked Suzanne. Ariana emerged from the bathroom looking none the worse for wear. She had applied some lip gloss and brushed her hair. "The car's in the building parking garage downstairs. Let's get you home sweetie." "OK, I guess," complained Ariana, shuffling back into the bathroom to check her face and hair. "Huh? What's up with you girlfriend?" asked Suzanne. " You look great" "Yeah, but, I mean, do I look normal?" asked Ariana. "You, normal?" hardly giggled Suzanne, squeezing Ariana's butt. More like Abbie Normal". "Shut up!" cried Ariana playfully. "I mean, gees. I've been on another planet for the last two hours and I'm sure my mom is going to notice." "Can't you just tell her we had a good time over dinner and then played around on the piano?" suggested Suzanne. "Seriously, weren't we were talking about some of my old college stories, right? The dumb things guys do and all that. Are you OK with that? I mean we may be lovers, and maybe that's what is written all over your face and mine. But aren't we becoming friends too?" "No, you're right," mumbled Ariana. "I'm just anxious, one of my problems." "Oh, that's not a problem I can't deal with," Suzanne reassured her. I've had plenty of anxieties. They drove though the suburban streets, with sunlight fading. "I've been in your shoes. I understand and sympathize with you honey," she offered her younger lover. Suzanne looked calmly at her and concluded, "Ariana, you'll be fine." "It's right here with the SUV in the driveway on the right," stated Ariana flatly. "By the way, what am I supposed to be practicing this week?" "O, right- piano," giggled Suzanne. "Let me see, do you have your book there? Let's stick with the Bach Etude and Bouree for now. Now that you have them under your fingers, let's strive for expression. Remember the Bouree is a ¾ piece. Think of dancing around a big hall with other couples to a steady ¾ feel. You're not rushing, right? Slow and steady babe, slow and steady." For some reason that really struck Ariana. "Dancing, I mean, kind of like what we were doing there in the bedroom for a couple of minutes? God that was amaaaazzing," she moaned. "Yes love," replied Suzanne. And with that Suzanne kissed her sweetly twice on the lips, and once on her forehead. Then she hugged Ariana and inspected her face, making sure not to leave a trace of their lovemaking. "You have my phone number and my email. I would love to just get something from you every day. But, every other day would work too. I'm not the jealous type but I AM really fond of you. Perhaps email is better for now, more private. Mothers have been known to check their daughter's phones, ya know. Just so you know- you'll get ZERO pressure from me. We're going to see each other every week, so why rush it?" suggested Suzanne as she slowly stroked Ariana's left thigh. With the lights off in the car both driver and passenger were comforted by the darkness as they embraced one final time. What began as a final farewell kiss, with perhaps a little tongue, quickly melted into a hot, wet, and glorious exercise of passion. They French kissed with urgency, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other for weeks. Or, perhaps it was the knowing they were kindred spirits, winding down the most incredible sex either had ever enjoyed. While Suzanne reached under Ariana's shirt to cup her left breast, she resisted mightily the urge to seek her nether region. And Ariana was no passive vessel: she too sought her lover's left breast, although she sated her rekindled lust by just caressing it softly through Suzanne's t-shirt. After what seemed hours but was in fact at least 10 minutes (where does the time go when we're in love I ask you) of serious making out, the separated one final time. They took turns taking pecks at the tips of their lover's nose. "Feel better now, love?" asked Suzanne. Ariana took a deep breath, reached for the door, and cried, "Fuck yes!" "Ha ha, that's my girl, giggled Suzanne. "I'll wait hear until you're inside like a good teacher. Hey, one final look at you." She turned on the overhead light. "You are a sight for sore eyes. You pass inspection!" "Aww," chuckled Ariana. She got out of the car and leaned down to wave to Suzanne, who was actually looking forward, sort of resting on the steering wheel. Ariana knocked on the car window until Suzanne acknowledged her wave by blowing a kiss her way. Ariana skipped up the driveway with an extra bounce in her step and went in the side door, taking a deep breath as she did so. She felt like she saw Suzanne's car pulling away out of the corner of her eye as she greeted her mother. Please donate to Nifty.org!