Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... can’t…well...Who is Debby?’

‘Oh, you must remember, I told you before I went away. My cousins remember? Oh, and there’s Sam and Jacob as well, but Mike isn’t my cousin. I don’t really know who Mike is. I thought he was Deborah’s boyfriend, but when I said that, she just laughed.’

‘Shall we start Rachel, with some stretching?’ I sat at the piano and hastened to put the lesson into a proper footing and began stretching my fingers urging Rachel to do the same.

She wasn’t helpful in this respect. ‘So, if I wear my stockings it’s so scratchy.’ I admit, there was always something very formal about Rachel’s short skirt when her legs were in stockings. But without… now that gave her a different look altogether. One that I’d rather she didn’t have.

I again changed the subject. ‘Have you been practicing? Remember the last exercises I gave you before your holiday?’

‘Well, yes. Kind of…a little bit I guess.’

‘Scales and arpeggios in A minor.’

‘Yes, but I was so busy and there was so much happening and Granny only saw me every couple of days and…’ Rachel became conspiratorial, ‘…I could easily hide when she came looking in that big old place.’

‘Well, you know I have to report to your grandmother on your progress don’t you?’ In the past, this particular appeal to authority had worked in order to get some form of order to our lessons.

‘I know. She’s the one with all the money! I’ve been told.’ She replied sarcastically as we finally got down to work.

‘Now. ...

... Scales, third finger on the key of C. Cross under with the thumb.’ I began, and Rachel falteringly started her practice sitting next to me on the wide stool. She was deliberately slow and clumsy. Six years of learning had produced absolutely no musical ability of any kind. This was and always had been a chore for the both of us, but it was one in which we were both duty bound to continue.

The young girl’s tongue emerged from between her lips as she practiced. It had always been an indicator of her little mind working. But today, I couldn’t help noticing the reddening lips and the blush forming on her white cheeks. I chided myself and tried to be a tutor once more. ‘Posture Rachel. Shoulders back and chin down.’

I could see an idea forming in her mind. ‘Like this Mr. Richards?’ She asked playfully and exaggerated the proper posture, thrusting her chest forward. Suddenly the buttons on the front of her well cut blouse strained and her bust line detached itself in my mind from her flat stomach. Her breasts formed a sweeping upward attitude, shaped by a newer, more mature undergarment.

‘Er...er. not quite. No.’ I stumbled. Try to move you elbows forward a little. She shuffled on her seat, did as asked, but continued with her ridiculously provocative attitude.

‘Like this?’ she asked.

‘Near...nearly.’ I turned toward her and touched each shoulder as professionally as possible. ‘Too far back.’ I stated. Rachel’s form shuddered slightly as I encouraged a better position. ...