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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... at college and Deborah is about to go. I don’t know how old Mike is, but he’s really old, like twenty or something.’

‘Let’s extend it to two octaves.’ I shouldn’t have been curious, it was wrong. ‘Concentrate now.’

Rachel ground to a halt once more. ‘One of the games was twister, have you ever played that Mr. Richards?’ She bit her bottom lip and started again. ‘Jacob was so naughty, he kept prodding me and Annie, trying to make us fall over, but I wasn’t very good and could never go more than a few goes because I’m not very tall, but I’m bendier than both of them.’

‘Try to focus Rachel.’ I instructed. Rather half-heartedly.

‘And then we would go swimming in the small lake and make the ducks fly away. Mummy bought me a new costume that was really grown up. Much nicer than Annie’s and both the boys liked it, I could tell because they wouldn’t stop watching me.’ She began playing again. ‘I think Annie was jealous but then I lent her my other costume and she looked lovely.’ Even Mike liked it, I know ‘cos Deborah gave him a slap when he whistled.’

‘Let’s try again.’ I urged Rachel and for a few brief moments she conducted herself like a true pupil. It wasn’t to last more than two minutes.

‘Deborah is really clever, she says she can tell when a boy really likes her, she says all girls can tell if a boy really like them.’

‘Rachel, would you please observe your lessons.’

‘Alright.’ Rachel moped. She stuck out her bottom lip and began her arpeggios once ...

... again. This period of concentration lasted less than a minute.

‘She said that all you need to do is look at the front of a boy’s trousers.’

‘Rachel! Stop talking this way. You need to be more disciplined if you are going to succeed with this instrument.’ I immediately realised my double entendre and watched Rachel begin to giggle. ‘I mean, er, meant that the piano is a useful accomplishment for a young lady.’

‘Yes Mr. Richards.’ She replied playfully.

‘I think we need a break for ten minutes or so.’

‘Yes Mr. Richards. May I get some orange squash now? I’m thirsty.’

‘Yes, that’ll be fine Rachel.’

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The lavatory break was well spent. Realignments needed to be made in the harness department as listening to Rachel’s soft semi-innocent revelations had inflamed the man below. The knowledge that she was taking an interest in the bodily parts of men had had too much effect on me for my own contentment. I made up my mind that I should confront her and instruct her not to talk about her holidays, but to concentrate on her lessons.

My resolve wilted on my return. ‘Rachel, what have you done?’ I demanded to know. The young minx was still dressed in the same clothes, though an extra top button was undone, but her large breasts had sunk to a lower, more free position as she flamboyantly practiced her posture.

‘I wasn’t comfortable Mr. Richards, it’s a new bra and I had to take it off. I’m needing new bras all of the time and ...