Gatina, still in PJ's, was considering her plans for the day. She needed to practice her cello for the upcoming performance happening in a couple of weeks, but she also needed to clean her apartment before her parents showed up on the weekend.
She went into the bedroom, grabbed her cello and vacuum cleaner, then return to the living room.
"Meow", Butthead stated, as she leaned her cello next to the chair where he was sleeping.
"You should help since most of the dust around this place is you"
Picking up some dishes she headed to the kitchen as Butthead jumped down and headed to the window sill for some sun.
Passing through the living room, she went into the bathroom popping back out with an armful of clothes to start a load of laundry before vacuuming the living room.
'This will do for now' she thought, as she put the vacuum back in the bedroom. While in the bedroom she slipped out of her PJ's and threw on a quick sun dress. Looking in the mirror she approved her attire and went to the living room. Picking up her cello and moving the chair out away from the wall she sat down and placed the cello between her knees.
Closing her eyes, she placed the bow against the strings and began to move it rhythmically bringing deep sounds from the instrument. Her fingers moving to change the chords she played without any flaws. She felt as one with the sounds she was creating, her breathing was in time with the bow as it thrust to and fro across the strings.
She didn't miss a beat as David had come in the front door and walked up behind her. Gatina, still playing consistently, as David bent down and kissed her neck. Raising her long hair he continued placing kisses at various points on her smooth skin. He was careful not to get her hair into her fingers as they moved intelligently across the neck of her instrument.
Squatting down behind her, he ran his hand across her right side and cupped her full breast, taking notice that one, there was no bra and two, she was enjoying everything that was happening. Again, Gatina continued playing even though David's arm was under the bow arm.
'No bra makes me wonder if no underwear', David thought as he moved his hand down her stomach and pressed in between her thighs. A warm wetness met his fingertips answering his question. He pulled up her dress, collecting it in his hand until he felt the softness of her well trimmed patch that crowned the enticing lips below.
Not in the most comfortable position to be in, David pushed ahead as he dipped two fingers between the folds and into the sweetness within. Feeling he was at a good depth he began curling his fingers against the inside of her vagina causing Gatina's breaths to change. From her slow breathing rhythm to a choppy short breathing with each swipe of fingertips across her special spot.
The cello was still emitting its beautiful tones as Gatina pushed herself against David's hand. Her right leg lifted up on her toes as her muscles began to tighten and yet she continued playing.
David continued rubbing her special spot and listening to her beautifully playing until she played the wrong note. With that she laid back in the chair letting the feeling consume her. Just a few more strokes and Gatina's body stiffened as a moan as sweet as her playing escaped from her mouth, then a quick breath in and wetness formed on the backside of her dress.
She lifted her bow hand and put up one finger to give David pause.
After catching her breath she said, "I want to try something."
