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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... ‘There. That’s better.’

The scales continued and became more competent. But I could detect Rachel’s concentration waning, which it eventually did. ‘Deborah’s so clever. She knows lots of stuff and she likes me, I think, not like last year. She was horrible to me last year. Now she teaches me all kinds of stuff. Both me and Annie.’

‘Try to concentrate Rachel. You are doing well.‘ I looked at the clock. Ten minutes in; I groaned silently.

The scales came to a clattering halt again ‘Debby found Annie and me putting on some lipstick, it was so funny. She laughed.‘

‘Try again Rachel.’

‘So, she showed us how to do it properly, so that…so that…’ Rachel whispered secretively. ‘…boys will like it.’ She giggled out loud.

I felt it was my duty to disapprove. ‘I think you are too young to be wearing makeup Rachel. Especially in lessons.’

‘Oh, I’m not wearing lipstick now Mr. Richards.’

I was momentarily flustered. ‘No, err, of course. Not now, but just in case you thought it appropriate.’

She looked at me, puzzled. ‘But, you’re not a boy Mr. Richards.’ I tried not to look crestfallen. I failed. ‘You’re Mr. Richards. Lovely old Mr. Richards.’ After saying this, she turned in her seat and gave me a long tight hug. I could feel her breath on my chest as I desperately tried not to return the embrace.

An uncomfortable amount of time elapsed before I disentangled Rachel from her long hug. I continued to teach. ‘Let's move on,’ my voice strained, ‘we will start ...

... with one octave in A minor, both hands.’

‘Nar! That’s so hard.’ Rachel complained.

She was right I was hard, I thought to myself. I must control that. Early in my career the proximity of young mothers and nubile daughters in the confines of a learning environment had led to a number of unspoken embarrassments, blushes and giggles. Being of a size that makes such a lapse very apparent, I had decided to confine my manhood in a strong leather pouch to prevent such un-professional accidents. The fact that Mary, my wife, had been sickly this past week, together with the enervating company of both Bartons, senior and junior, this restraint was beginning to require an adjustment and it was the case that I would need some time by myself in the very near future.

In the meantime, Rachel began her arpeggios, her tongue emerged again and instinctively played over her bottom lip as she concentrated. ‘Sam and Jacob are such good fun.’ She restarted her work with a groan after faltering. ‘We play lots and lots of fun games together.’

I started and gulped and tried to shift my enlargement without Rachel’s notice. ‘Games Rachel? Remember, roll your hand under when you cross your thumb.’

‘Like this? Yes games, Mr. Richards. When they are not being naughty.’

‘Much better Rachel.’ I was suddenly inquisitive, though I should really have been concentrating on the lesson. ‘How old are Sam and Jacob?’

‘Duh! I told you last time Mr. Richards. Annie’s my age, Sam and Jacob are both ...