An Evening with Chopin - Sex Stories

An Evening with Chopin

... grateful for the rules removing any temptation. Taking liberties with Jenna could have put her career at risk. Jenna took it hard initially, but complied.

Cassie also sensed Anne would have liked to be the one putting the moves on her. But Anne was a class act, and let her daughter chart her own course within the boundaries she laid out.

During Jenna’s junior and senior years she was over Cassie’s house a lot for tutoring and lessons, often even sleeping in Cassie’s guest room when they were hard at work. Everything had been on the level. The trust between all three had grown implicitly.

Now, with Jenna’s graduation, everyone – Cassie, Jenna, Anne - knew the rules had changed. The restrictions were gone.

Jenna spoke up. “Here’s what the counselor said . . .” She pointed to a course on the sheet with her finger, turning slightly and leaning in to Cassie. Jenna made sure the hard little dart of her nipple pressed firmly into Cassie’s arm through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, under which she went braless. Her breath caressed Cassie’s cheek and neck as she spoke.

This was the first time she and Cassie had been alone together since graduation. The day after the ceremony, she and a half-dozen other kids had gone to the beach for a week. She had just gotten back the day before.

Jenna’s thought was interrupted by the simultaneous squealing of every cell phone in the diner. Flash Flood Warning. The sky had opened up a torrential downpour. The local roads would be ...

... shut down. If she was going home tonight, it would be the long way around. A 40 minute drive instead of a fifteen minute drive.

*If* she went home tonight…

Before she could put the phone down, another text came through. This one from her mother, Anne.

“Roads look bad. You’re over at Cassie’s right? You should probably spend the night. You know, sleep in her guest room, LOL.”

Wow...the barriers were definitely down...

She heard Cassie stifle a giggle and realized that the other woman had seen the text.

Another lurid text came in, this from one of Jenna’s best friends. Again, references to the roads being flooded and spending the night at Cassie’s.

Why didn’t someone just take out an ad in the paper for fuck’s sake…

Cassie knew that Jenna hated it when other people figured out her moves before she sprung them. She needed a little space. The food arrived. She took half the turkey club and slid the other half to Jenna, then dumped a layer of ketchup across the fries. They ate in silence, listening to the chatter in the diner and the rain outside. Slowly the conversation turned back to the curriculum, and after finishing the sandwich, Cassie went over it again, making some minor adjustments.

Several fries still remained, and Jenna reached across Cassie for the ketchup, again sliding her body against her tutor, their breasts brushing. Their thighs were again pressing together, and as they talked about the curriculum, Jenna held her breasts against Cassie’s ...