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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... Mummy say’s I’ll be wearing hers soon.’ She looked at me with that face that all girls know. ‘Please don’t make me put it back on. Pleeeaase.’

‘Rachel, this is very irregular. I will have to tell your mother when she returns.’

‘Oh, please don’t Mr. Richards. I’ll be good and practice nicely. Just you watch.’

I was doubtful about her resolution. ‘Well, let us make the best of it. But you must promise me you’ll be a good girl from now on.’

‘Oh, I promise Mr. Richards.’

‘OK, well let’s move on and play some music. This is Beethoven’s Für Elise in A minor.’

‘Who was Elise?’

‘It was one of Beethoven’s students.’

‘Was she pretty?’

‘Well, I don’t know. I guess so.’

‘I’m your student, would you write a song for me?’

‘Well, I just play. I can’t compose.’

Rachel looked thoughtful and then snorted with laughter. ‘Was she covered in fur?’

‘Err, no Rachel.’

‘Only, I have bits of fur growing…’

‘Rachel, where is your promise!’

‘Sorry Mr. Richards.’

We began with the piece. It was hard for her, but incredibly, the arpeggio practice helped and after only ten minutes of trying she managed to get through first four bars. This amounted to about five seconds of play. ‘Very good Rachel.’ I enthused.

‘Oh, thank you Mr. Richards thank you.’ She turned on her seat and hugged me again quite inappropriately. Her soft breasts crushed into my arm. I felt their weight.

The atmosphere of the music room had become quite stifling and after hearing ...

... the creaking of the radiators, I realised that the central heating must have been on a very high setting. I had begun to sweat under my jacket, a fact noticed by my precocious student. ‘You must be hot in that thick Jacket Mr. Richards.’

‘Let's try with the next bar.’ I determinedly ignored her; however, the combination of the heat and the disproportionate amount of blood being directed toward my gentleman led me to loosen my tie a little.

The piece Rachel and I worked through was played high on the keyboard, this led to the girl shifting closer to me as she reached the high As. Her large breasts swung and tapped my elbow.

‘Mr. Richards.’ Rachel began.

‘Yes Rachel.’

‘Am I fat?’

‘No, I don’t think you are fat at all.’

‘Only, one of the boys said I was fat, well sort of.’

‘No, they were wrong Rachel.’

‘Oh, thank you Mr. Richards.’ She hugged me again. ‘It was that horrible Mike who said it, he was in Deborah’s room next to mine, he must have sneaked in. And they were arguing really loudly, or at least I thought they were. Anyway, after they stopped, I could hear them talking so I put my ear against the wall and they were talking about me and Mike said he thought that I had “big fat titties.” Anyway, I told Annie and we decided he didn’t like me, but he kept on looking at us especially when we were swimming.’

The heat in the room was becoming intolerable and I finally removed my Jacket, to the satisfaction of my little pupil, I attempted again to ...