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Piano Lessons - How It Began

... in my ears is blood rushing through my body, I let out a yelp, unable to hold it back any longer. I feel the tightening of my body, locked for a brief moment, before I'm rocked with such a strong sensation. My whole body ripples, coasting through my orgasm. I don't stop rubbing my clit, but push the toy deep inside me, letting the vibrations to help keep this ride going. Even once the orgasm is over, I leave the toy buzzing inside me, my breathing is heavy, my heart pounding. I feel slightly used, in the best possible way. It is a good few minutes before I reach down and slide my soaked toy out of me. I lie there in the darken room, enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm, until I eventually fall asleep. It's restful, dreaming of naughty, fun things. Things I want to come true. The following morning flies by and before I know it, I'm at the field twenty minutes of noon. I usually help the girls with finishing touches of their hair and makeup. Most of the other parents either don't show up or are busy on their phones playing that crushing of candy game, or playing bird flapper, or some silly thing like that. Though I'm not a big fan of football and am only learning the last few years how it even works, I want to support the kids who rather play sports, than out getting into trouble. With the game starting on time, for once, I settle on the bleachers after grabbing a cup of coffee at the concession stand. A few of the dads are standing around, talking about their son's and what ...

... they have thought about this seasons games. They're all betting they'll go to the very end. I keep my thoughts to myself, not being extremely social this past year, but I agree with them, that they'll make it to the end. The blow of the whistle grabs my attention, but as it does, a shadow falls over me, looking up, I see Isaac staring down at me with a smile from ear to ear. “I swear, I'm not a stalker or anything, but let's face it, what else is there to do on a weekend in this town? Watching the local high school football game is a big deal. You know?” He doesn't even ask if he can sit with me, he just does. The laughter erupts from me. He isn't far off from the truth. There really isn't much else to do in our tiny town. It takes a good twenty minute drive to really go anywhere. “This town will grow on you, maybe. I'm not sure. You don't really seem like a small town kind of guy.” “I don't mind it all that much, I just need to find things to keep me busy. I can only do so much at the library and my nan sleeps a lot. She's pretty independent, she just needs a few reminders of taking her medication and such.” When he mentioned his nan, it dawns on me I hadn't told him if I knew her yesterday when he had asked. “Oh, Mrs. Carter is a wonderful lady. My kids and I know her well. We used to go to the library a lot when the kids were little. She had a story time once a week, she'd read to them. It was pretty popular with the younger kids.” This makes him smile a weak smile. “We ...