Wednesday
Twanging chords rippled the air. Drum rolls climbed to a crescendo, peaking and dropping off. She was onstage, fronting the band, saxophone in her mouth, each note buzzing her body while bass vibrated the floor. Spotlights burned her skin, slick with a sheen of sweat, and she was wearing— she was wearing--
No. That wasn't the wail of an electric guitar, yanking Liz out of layers of sleep. Her alarm. It was the canned music of her alarm. 4:30 am, on a school day, and for the first time since college she rolled over and hit the snooze button.
Then she stretched deliciously, buried her face in her warm pillow, and drifted back into darkness. The band was busting the windows open. Her saxophone was in her mouth. She was wearing a transparent black dress the audience could see right through, clinging to every sweaty curve. And as the music built and everyone cheered and watched — an orgasm slammed her body, onstage in front of everyone. Pleasure pulsed through her cunt in slow waves, and she just kept on playing. And — shit. The alarm again. She smacked the button with one flailing hand.
"Honey?" Rob's voice. He was whispering in her ear, shaking her shoulder. "You're going to be late."
"Umph. C'mere." Half-awake, Liz pulled him close to her, snuggling up to his warm body under the covers. She slid one hand over his briefs, searching through the cotton for his cock.
"Not now, Liz."
"Just a quickie," she mumbled. "Three minutes." He was already hard. Her body was loose and relaxed from coming in her dream, naked against the sheets. She half-climbed on top of him, squeezing his waist with her thighs. She just needed Rob's arms wrapped around her, needed his girth to slide into her moist core, and—
"I really can't, sweetie." Rob pried her fingers off his cock. "I need to go home and get my clothes before I work out. I hadn't planned on sleeping here last night." Well, she hadn't planned on him falling asleep so soon last night, either. "And wasn't last night enough for now?" From under her sleep-fogged eyelids, Liz could see that Rob was smiling, but not entirely joking.
Hang on tight, baby. This is just the beginning.
"Fine," she grunted into her pillow. "Go. Have a great day. I'm sleeping in this morning." Jabbing at the alarm clock until she'd reset it, she pulled the pillow over her head and ignored Rob's worried noises.
Waking up at 5:30 was a whole new world, Liz thought drily as she walked, not stumbled, into her brightly lit bathroom an hour later. She'd slept like a rock last night, for the first time in weeks. No tossing and turning while she ran through her rehearsal plans and to-do list. The treadmill? Forget it. Email hadn't happened. She had just enough time for a quick rinse in the steaming shower to wash off the musky scent of last night's sex. Then she pulled her long dark hair into a ponytail, sprayed on extra perfume, and drove to work with no regrets. As soon as she got in, she told herself, she'd deal with that note.
*******
Ryan Sullivan strolled down the empty hallway to the band room, carrying two cups of coffee. Until yesterday, he hadn't spent a whole lot of private time with Ms. K — in reality. In his head, in band rehearsal, he'd fucked his hot teacher more times than he could count. Pulled her naked onto his lap to tickle her voluptuous tits and finger her tight cunt while she squirmed. Pushed her to her knees to suck his throbbing cock while he played with her long silky hair. Tossed her baton across the room, flipped her onto her back, and plunged straight into her waiting pussy. And then there was that grueling rehearsal she'd put them all through before spring break, acting like a total drill sergeant and barking about triplets and pickup notes, and he'd had her hands planted on the whiteboard, her taut body bent over just enough so he could spank her and screw her at the same time. Needless to say, it really improved that 45 minutes.
Fantasies aside, he liked Ms. K. One of the better teachers in this school. She knew her shit and she obviously cared — maybe a little too much — and he respected that.
But the past two weeks, she'd turned into a megabitch. And when she'd threatened everyone with grades on Monday, steps had to be taken. As the trombone section had trudged out after rehearsal, muttering about how Ms. K needed to get laid, like, yesterday, the wheels had started turning in his head.
So he'd left a relaxing little surprise on her desk. And not just a quickie where he threw her on the piano and fucked her, though he'd fantasized about that more than once. He'd seen her rubbing her forehead in her office after rehearsal on Monday, looking so stressed. Poor baby. She needed the full treatment.
And if he'd been playing with fire yesterday morning, walking into her office so soon after she'd found the note, it had been worth it. There was the letter, lying out on her desk. And no mistake — she'd been blushing, and her hard sexy nipples, poking through her white button-down shirt, had been impossible to miss. She hadn't just read it — she'd liked it. She was all hot and bothered. He had a feeling she'd be a tiger in bed, once she let go. Maybe she'd get that boyfriend to screw her, though he doubted that was happening. Not the way she needed it.
He'd considered spreading the word about his masterpiece. Ms. K had been a lot more mellow in rehearsal on Tuesday, and the credit could pretty likely go to him. Maybe she'd even relax about docking everyone's grades. But at the last minute, he'd decided to keep the note private. It could still backfire. He could get in a fuck-ton of trouble, two months before graduation with everything lined up for college. Made these last weeks of high school a little more interesting.
Music met his ears as he walked into the band room. She must have put on a recording, all slow solo sax. But when he continued through the open door to her office, carrying the coffee, he saw her sitting in her swivel chair, one foot braced on the floor, totally absorbed in playing her instrument. He'd been hearing her.
Liz broke off in the middle of a run of notes, startled to see Ryan leaning against her bookshelf, watching her. Her eyes flicked to his buzzed blond hair, glinting under the fluorescent lights; his fitted light blue t-shirt; his well-worn jeans outlining his hard body. How long had he been there? Her skin prickled. She hadn't thought he'd actually show. The note still sat in her purse, and she'd had every intention of taking it to the office. Right now.
"I didn't hear you come in." She unlooped the saxophone strap from her neck and set the instrument on the table.
"Didn't want to interrupt." His grin tightened her stomach. Jesus, she needed to dial it down. Last night's fantasy was overstaying its welcome. "Hey, you're really good."
"Well, thanks." Over his shoulder, Liz noticed the office door. Ryan had nudged it closed it behind him. The blinds on her window were lowered and shut tight. She should really tell him to open the door, and she wasn't saying anything.
"I brought you this." He set one of the coffee cups on the desk by her elbow.
"Oh." Surprised, Liz reached for her purse. She loved coffee, but she'd broken the habit of stopping for a decent cup on her way to work every day. Too expensive. "You didn't have to do that. How much was it?"
"On me."
