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Overview: Well, each chapter is dedicated to a different type of eroticism. The only ones I won't be covering are: Pedophilia, bondage, and (possibly) rape. And maybe sex toys. The story is sparse, but it has a more meaningful effect on the sex scenes. EACH CHAPTER HAS A BRIEF SUMMARY OF ITS SEXUAL CONTENT and helpful tips on how to avoid the storyline and SKIP STRAIGHT TO THE SEX. The story isn't looking for patrons. If a reader can take only one chapter at random and enjoy the read, then the story is successful. Can't ask for much more. The story's chapters are kept to a minimum. Nothing over 3,000 words, preferably 2,500 words. Leave some constructive abuse or gushing praise, and support the continuance of my improvement in writing erotic stories. Don't worry about missing anything. Every chapter has a re-cap of highlights from previous chapters!
I hope you enjoy the read.
Sincerely awesome,
The_Moon_Gardens
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Chapter
Three
A New Song
Summary: Foreshadowing of some very pivotal characters and Liyla. [Romance, Voyeurism, Bathroom Sex, Teacher/Student.] The middle section contains the romance. The last section has a sex scene, so skip down to that section if you want some action. The rest is story-plot and character set-up. Please enjoy!
Liyla came to school dazed and glossed over. It wasn't a priority of hers to be particularly outgoing-- but today was especially for her thoughts alone. Anyone that intruded gave her slight irritations. She was harmless though. Her version of showing her irritation was through mild reproaching smiles.
In the afternoon, she sat down to lunch with her friends. She was exhausted, as if she had been through a tumultuous fight with a lover. Everyone at her table knew this wasn't the case.
Shawna was the first one to address Liyla's off-beat behavior. "Hey, Liyla, are you okay? You look like hell."
Liyla smiled a regretful, faraway smile.
Shawna looked from Christie to Rick, then shrugged.
Christie took a crack at it. "Hey, Liyla, you know that creepy hot guy in Track B that targets underclassmen? He doesn't do that, anymore. Maybe we'll get a shot at him!" She laughed a fat, hearty laugh.
"Whoa? He's actually going for girls his
own
age, now?" Shawna's raccoon eyes widened.
"Yeah." Christie laughed some more. "Who would've thought. I mean, he's creepy. I tried to say Hi to him once at the bus stop, but he didn't talk to me. He's really
hot
though." she giggled with delight. Christie rarely ever said things that made sense or reflected her current state of mind, but she was always a hearty conversationalist.
Liyla usually had something mildly stern to say about engaging in dangerous affairs, especially with the strange, unpredictable people at their school, but she continued to eat her salad quietly.
Rick smiled. He thoughtfully watched Shawna and Christie across the table slap each other playfully and whisper. He then turned to look at Liyla. She didn't make eye contact with anyone. He leaned in with a small voice: "Don't worry, Liyla. I'm sure whatever you're thinking about'll be okay. Things always get better in perspective, right? And don't worry about the test--- it got cancelled." His reassuring tone brought her to look at him. "Hey, do you want my brownie?"
She shook her head. Admittedly, Liyla had forgotten there was supposed to be a test today.
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Liyla agreed to float off with Rick down some corridors. He was heading to the auditorium to practice for his recital, which was to happen three weeks from today. After his recital, he was going to enter a talent show the campus held yearly, using the same material. She felt at ease with him. Even when her parents divorced, he was considerate and made no moves to try and patch things up. She wondered often how people like him could stay so upbeat. She wondered if he had problems of his own, especially with the way he played the piano today.
The song he played was a mournful, heavy song, like death in the Springtime, or the feeling of someone waiting in their room for something to pop out of the closet and hurt them. It was an odd sensation. It made Liyla's skin crawl, but in an empathetic way that sensually bound her to the music. Her eyes fluttered closed. The notes tripped over each other, and sounded off-key, but their discord was deliberate. It's how she felt. The music stopped suddenly. Liyla opened her eyes to see Rick staring at the ivories. "The music--- don't stop..."
He turned and smiled at her brightly, "Then I won't---"
"I-- I mean, it's really good. It's way different from anything I've ever heard you play," she fiddled around with her skirt. "I mean, I like it. It's cool."
Rick chuckled, then resumed playing, except he played a totally different song.
It was something from the East, hot as a desert, but passionate. Liyla's skin rippled with goose bumps.
"I've been trying to learn a new style; I composed this myself," he said, practically glowing. The delight he derived from playing instruments was evident in how playful he was with the keys, how well he treated the notes. Delicately, with nuance.
Liyla watched his fingers plunk hard on some notes and fly past others. It made her heart thump loud in her chest. It made her grab Rick's arm.
He noticed it, and fumbled over a few keys. He eventually regained composure, and closed his eyes to play the riveting finale. It burst forth in eccentric and sultry scales that ran up and down the length of the piano, spewing life, heat and intensity. Then, he stopped. The final notes reverberated. He was out of breath, and unable to look at her.
She continued to hold his arm, watching the keys as if they were still moving. The real truth was, she was embarrassed that she had held onto him so suddenly. She had never remotely touched him before, except to hug him at birthday parties, or to dance at a few dances. He had taught her how to waltz, even to contemporary songs. He was good at anything that had remotely to do with music.
His smile was that of sunshine and blissful ignorance, but something in the way he played today startled her. It drew her in. "Liyla, I thought of something really cool today, and it happened when I was driving home from work last night." Rick was about to start on another one of his 'Something-Good-About-the-World' speeches. He rarely ever talked about detrimental things, unless it was news of a tragic death that happened at school or close to home that people circulated, or about the state of the environment. He pursed his lips and moistened them. He was going to talk both him and Liyla out of their uncomfortable situation. He was going try and bring them both out of the moment without any harm or anxiety. It was his first instinct.
But Liyla, for once, didn't want it to be that way. She and Rick had gotten close to talking about intimate things, they had even glanced at each other with knowing looks, but Rick always had the decency to keep a respectable distance away from her.
She flung her arms around him, embracing joy and comfort itself. She tried to plant desperate kisses on his face, short of his lips. "Rick," He kept turning his head this way and that, until he managed to gently pry her loose, placing her hands at their sides. He tried a smile, but it quivered. The words he was to say never left his half-open mouth, and instead, he stood up and stiffly walked out of the auditorium. For once, he left things unresolved and tense.
Liyla was breathless with excitement.
