Mothers and Daughters

Sometime during January of her freshman year, at the end of her Music Theory class, Professor Bolek Ostrowski, asked Natasha to return with him to his office. Thinking it would be another appointment for sex, which she was not adverse to, she patiently followed him. Rather than starting to kiss her as she half expected when they got into the room, Bolek surprised her by asking her to sit down in front of him as he took his seat.

Then he said:

"Natasha you are by far the most brilliant musician student I have had the privilege to teach here at Northwestern. You are actually wasting your time here at the Bienen School of Music unless you really intend to only teach music. There is a cliché; 'those who can, do, and those who can't, teach'. Your performance on the violin is the best as I have ever heard in my entire lifetime. Your time studying music here will not improve the talents you already possess. And as for your interest in composing you already have a flair for it. You can easily pick up any technical knowledge of composing on your own without the requirement of attending school here."

Natasha somewhat surprised by such statement replied:

"Perhaps so but I would feel more comfortable with a Bachelor of Music degree. You never know what might happen. If suddenly something happens that I cannot continue playing at least with my degree I can turn to teaching. Besides a college education cannot hinder my career and it might be beneficial."

"Have you not considered becoming a professional musician? I do admit that for most musicians it is not a lucrative career but you have the talent to outstrip most and possibly earn a fortune."

"No I have not really considered it nor have I really set any goals. Ever since I can remember I have been either taking lessons or practicing and playing the violin. Because I became fairly proficient at playing, I thought it would be logical for me to pursue a music degree once I finished high school. Beyond that I have not given it much thought."

"Fairly proficient! My God Natasha, with some true outside concert experience you could truly become a world class violinist. Would you not consider performing some public recitals?"

"I guess I could. I suppose I could make time beyond my studies and other activities to perform in public if an opportunity to do so comes by. But I already have a full plate of concert performances here at the school"

"Yes despite your extracurricular activities with me and Dan Pearson, I have noticed you have maintained a high GPA, so you obviously know how to manage your time well. By the way don't be surprised that I know about your dalliances with the University football team's quarterback, as I do have my sources of information at what goes on at the University."

Although Natasha up to now had not revealed her affair with Dan Pearson to Bolek, still she was not shocked that he was aware of it. She knew the sight of Dan and her together had become ubiquitous on campus and given Dan's prominence at the University, she realized Bolek was bound to become aware of it.

So she merely replied:

"I am not surprised that my companionship with him has apparently become public knowledge although I have tried to be discreet. Apparently we have been seen together around the campus so frequently that I've heard that it is thought that I'm his actual fiancée. However as I'm not his fiancée you need not fear I shall abandon you."

"Yes of course I am in no position to be jealous or demand an exclusive relationship. I do look forward to our times together but I will not stand in your way should you wish to have an exclusive relationship with someone else."

"I was aware of his engagement from the get go and of course you did not hide your marital status from me either. So that is why I know I have no future with either of you. I'm just along for the ride until you two tire of me or are forced to relinquish me."

"You sound a little bitter my darling. For what it is worth I truly cherish my time with you but it would be too awkward to break up my marriage. Besides I am too old for you for a serious exclusive relationship."

"I am not bitter and I cherish my time with you as well. The thing is that so far my deepest passionate love of my life happened to have died within twenty-hour hours after he had taken my virginity. I had put off having sex with him until I turned eighteen. I had some noble reasoning of wanting to experience love and romance perfectly but all I was left with was the regret that I had wasted lots of opportunities of lovemaking I could have had if I did not stick to my childish notions. I learned my lesson so I vowed not to foolishly decline good fucking when the opportunity presents itself. And you and Dan are definitely good fucking."

"You certainly have a very liberal attitude towards sex and relationships that I have seldom encountered in other females. Usually I have to profess undying love to convince a coed to share her favors. Your lack of inhibitions I have to admit suit my circumstances so that we have had some fantastic sex."

"Yes I have no complaints about your gorgeous cock and how you make use of it."

"Before we get further sidetracked, I do want to get back to the subject at hand."

Bolek nonchalantly pretended not to have noticed anything while they were talking. But he was very aware that Natasha had slipped out of her chair and was on her knees beside him. She had undone his zipper of his trousers and had freed his cock from its confinement.

With his cock in her hand Natasha smiled and crooned in a deep sultry voice:

"Oh I do believe I have the subject in hand."

Natasha promptly inserted his cock into her mouth as she started sucking on it. His cock was somewhat flaccid when her lips first surrounded his cock but in no time at all it transformed to rock solid hardness as her tongue was swirling on his cockhead. With his cock in her mouth she was licking it just like she would as if she was licking ice cream on a cone. Her hand grasped that part of his rod not in her mouth and she was gently, lovingly stroking it. Natasha was now cooing as she was coaxing his cum to come.

Suddenly his secretary, Mrs Price, barged into the office having first given a perfunctory knock of warning and declared:

"Excuse me Professor Ostrowski, for the interruption, but I just received this urgent memo from Dean Montgomery who wants you to read it asap and acknowledge having received it by signing the copy."

The somewhat elderly Mrs Price, then noticing what was going on, pretended not to be noticing but blushed to a solid beet red color.

She dropped the papers on Bolek's office desk and said:

"OK then, here it is. Please return the copy to me as soon as you've signed it and I will see to it that the Dean gets it. Pardon me."

Mrs Price then turned around and practically fled the room. Natasha stepped up her pace of stroking Bolek's rod as well as sucking his cock. She was determined not to let his cock wilt because of the unexpected distraction of the secretary. She was also afraid he might lose all interest and not be able to cum in her mouth. She sure as hell did not want a sore jaw to be her only reward for her impromptu fellatio.

As it was, Natasha need not to have worried. Rather than being mortified by the secretary's inadvertent intrusion, Bolek was more turned on as a result. He trusted his secretary to be discreet and knew she would not confide to anyone what she had just witnessed. He also believed that she would not make any reference even an oblique one to him about what she had seen. However the fact that she now knew that he had been receiving a blow job from Natasha excited him and puffed his ego.

Natasha was without question the hottest female in the Bienen School of Music if not of the whole Northwestern University student body. He was certain that to be screwing a hottie like Natasha would make him look good in his secretary's eyes as she would view him as something of a modern day Lothario. As he was contemplating such thoughts, and as Natasha was fervently giving him head, his testes were working overtime to produce copious amounts of sperm. Soon he was erupting in her mouth flooding her oral cavity with his ejaculate.

Natasha gulped and swallowed all of his semen and licked his cock clean before releasing it from her mouth. He had expelled quite a load that when she had finished ingesting all of it she gave out a lady like loud burp. By way of reaction she produced a huge satisfactory smile and she returned to her chair. Since she surmised that the sex they just had was the sole purpose of his summons to his office, she said:

"Yum! Yum! That was nice and tasty. If you sign that copy of the memo, I'll give it to the secretary on the way out."

"Wait Natasha that's not what I called you in here for..."

Natasha interrupted:

"Bolek if you are looking for a fuck in addition to the blow job I really do not have time for it now. I do have a class starting in half an hour and I really do not want to miss it and I am not in the mood for a super quick 'quickie'. I'll take a rain check though for the soonest mutually convenient time."

"No! No Natasha I do not have sex on my mind. I actually am serious about getting you to perform in public outside of the school. The concerts you participate in the school here are good training but nothing beats experience in performing actual paying concerts in the commercial world."

Again Natasha interrupted:

"OK I do not mind trying, but I do not have the time this semester to explore outside possibilities. Since I do have scholarships and sufficient monies I do not need to work at traditional jobs most students take to supplement their income to meet their educational expenses. So between semesters I promise I will strive to procure some public performances, I guess through the auspices of the musicians union."

"Ah Natasha this is why I really called you in. I may have a short cut available to you for performing in public. I happen to have a close acquaintanceship with Dietrich Ebersbacher, the music director and conductor of the Chicago Symphony. I presume you are aware of him?"

"Of course Bolek and I am impressed that you know him."

"My friendship is close enough that I have recommended you to him and he has indicated that on my say so that he would be willing to meet you at his office to discuss a musical career. Considering his busy schedule he would only be able to see you this Sunday afternoon. I know it is short notice but would you be interested?"

"Interested to meet in person a world famous conductor? Is the Pope Catholic? Of course I would die to meet him. And you are not bull shitting me? He would really be interested in giving me advice on how to pursue a concert career? Perhaps even dare I hope to play in the actual orchestra?"

"Natasha darling, I am dead serious when I say you have the makings of being a truly great violinist. As I indicated I have enough clout that when I recommend someone to Maestro Ebersbacher he listens. All you have to do is bring your violin to the appointment. You don't have to bring any music with you because if he wants to hear you play he will have music which he would want you to play."

"OK then I'm sure I can make myself available this Sunday to meet the great Maestro. If nothing else at least I will have added a most useful contact to my personal professional musical network. Now I do have to get to my strings class, so if you give me the signed copy of the memo I will drop it off to your secretary."

"All right Natasha darling here it is, and this is Ebersbacher's business card. Show this card to the box office at the Symphony Center and you will be directed to Ebersbacher's office. The appointment is all set for 1:30 PM so you do not have to call unless you need to cancel."

Natasha then left Bolek's office and approached the desk of Mrs Price, saying:

"Here is the signed acknowledged copy of Dean Montgomery's memo. I believe Professor Ostrowski is grateful to your attention to this matter."

Mrs Price meekly but slyly replied:

"Perhaps I was too attentive and I do apologize for my intrusion to your ah ...conference."

"Not to worry Mrs Price, apparently Professor Ostrowski has great powers of concentration as I can assure you that he was not distracted."

"I'm sure." was all Mrs Price knew how to reply to that.

That Sunday afternoon as Natasha was escorted to Maestro Dietrich Ebersbacher's office, she was impressed by its opulence. The office was much more spacious than she had expected and its décor was totally eclectic. The entire wall facing the street was a window from floor to ceiling with a superb view of the Chicago skyline including naturally the Sears tower. Natasha was able to even discern Vera's offices. Heavy rich purple colored drapes were the window's covering. The other walls were adorned by pictures of the orchestra plus portraits of Beethoven and Mozart as well as of Sir Georg Solti and of Daniel Barenboim, two of Dietrich's famous predecessors. The floor was covered by the softest wool carpeting possible.

The room contained a beautiful Steinway grand piano. Beside the piano and its stool was a comfortable caned chair covered by soft cloth. A music stand was situated that would be available to a person sitting on the chair. There was also a luxurious coal black leather sofa off to the side of the office desk. Dietrich's office desk was solid mahogany with a larger surface area than surely he truly needed.

Dietrich's office chair was top of line, all leather matching the sofa. There was a black leather love seat, appropriately distanced from the desk for a visitor or two to sit opposite Dietrich. The love seat obviously belonged paired with the sofa and both could be used to accommodate several visitors at one time. Four other chairs similar to the chair at the piano and a teak coffee table completed the main furniture contents of the office.

With the exception of the computer and its accessories on the desk, the office had the atmosphere and ambience of a 19th Century parlor sitting room of a mansion rather than a modern day office. The room gave off a special warmth that put Natasha immediately at ease.

Dietrich gesturing Natasha to seat herself at the love seat greeted her(in English):

"Ms Starikovich I presume, please do have a seat."

Natasha moved to the love seat, lowering her violin case to the floor next to the seat, she smilingly replied:

"Hello Maestro Ebersbacher. Yes indeed, I am Natasha Starikovich. As you know my music theory teacher at Northwestern, Professor Bolek Ostrowski, set up this appointment. Needless to say I am thrilled to meet you."

Dietrich Ebersbacher was an imposing figure of a man. There is no doubt a certain kind of arrogance is required in the makeup of a successful conductor of a world class symphony orchestra and Dietrich possessed such characteristic traits in spades. It helped that Dietrich was tall, 6'2" in height which meant he was usually looking down at his companions when talking. Thus it was natural for Dietrich to be dominant which in turn enabled him easily to rise in his musical career.

He was also very handsome. Although 62 years of age, he was blessed with only the slightest evidence of aging. Crow's feet, wrinkles and the like although present were hardly noticeable and he was not cursed with any sagging skin. His hair was still jet black with the exception of grey on the ends and sideburns. That silver color rather than off-putting gave him a more sophisticated look that made him even more attractive to females. Although slightly overweight, the excess was well disguised in his solid frame. He was simply virile and most appealing to Natasha as she gazed upon him.

Dietrich for his part was enchanted with Natasha's appearance. She was as gorgeous a female as Bolek had intimated to him when he suggested her. He was thinking: 'Thank God for Viagra.' Although he was youthful in outlook and in appearance he was still 62 years of age and if he wanted sex to be like it was when he was younger he definitely needed assistance.

He suspected that Natasha was capable of sapping all his stamina without little effort on her part. Thankfully he had taken a pill sometime prior to the appointment so that he would not disgrace himself to this luscious babe. With the happiest anticipation of a wonderful afternoon tryst, Dietrich said in Russian:

"I am pleased to meet you Natasha Starikovich. You obviously have a Russian name. Are you able to speak Russian? Do you understand me?"

Natasha, a little taken aback at the abrupt change in language, nevertheless replied in Russian and thereafter throughout the afternoon they conversed exclusively in Russian:

"Yes I understand you as I do indeed speak Russian. I can also read and write Russian. My mother taught me from birth and to this day we speak almost exclusively Russian between ourselves. I have also some Russian speaking acquaintances with whom I have the opportunity to speak. My mother deemed it important that I retain my Russian heritage by at least knowing the language. But aside from the fact that I can speak Russian fluently and can think in Russian, I am really an all American girl."

Dietrich snorted:

"The ability to speak Russian sets you apart. It gives you a mysterious and exotic persona, even though you speak English without any accent. I avow you are no ordinary run of the mill American girl."

Natasha merely smiled at him and replied:

"What about you? You have a German name and I understand from your public biography you were born and grew up in Germany. How is it that you can speak Russian?"

"I have this in common with you. I also had a Russian mother who wanted me to be aware of my Russian heritage. My mother grew up in a village in Russia that was overrun and occupied by the Germans during the Second World War. As she was a teenager then, 16, 17 and 18 years of age who knew German, she thought nothing of working at the local German war headquarters as a typist and clerk. When the Germans started losing the war and the Red Army was expelling them from Russian soil, my mother belatedly understood the perilous position she found herself. Being considered a collaborator to the Nazis, she was either going to be exiled to Siberia; best case scenario, or summarily executed; worst case scenario."

The droll way Dietrich expressed himself of his mother's danger, caused Natasha to laugh at this black humor. She interrupted:

"So your mother was in a 'heads' I lose, 'tails' you win situation."

Dietrich returned her laugh as he replied:

"I guess you truly are an all American girl as that must be an American expression which I admit I am not familiar with. However I guess that does express my mother's predicament. She was spared either of those unfortunate possibilities by agreeing to leave her family and accepting the invitation of her German bosses to return with them to Germany. She settled in Berlin and after the war met my father. After they were married I soon appeared.

My German father had no objection to my mother teaching me Russian. When I was in my twenties I had occasion to live in the Soviet Union for some years where I perfected my Russian. Along the way I picked up English and eventually I ended up here in Chicago about fifteen years ago. That's enough about me. Tell me about yourself."

"My grandparents emigrated from the Soviet Union in the late 60s and settled in Mississippi. Although they were married when they moved here, all their children including my mother were born in the United States. My mother got pregnant with me when she was only thirteen, and was fourteen when I was born. My grandparents would have wanted my mother to get an abortion, so my mother moved to Chicago to have me. My grandparents were not supportive of my mother so she had to raise me at first virtually on her own.