This story is based loosely on some real experiences and is mixed with a healthy dose of my kinky and perverse imagination. What is included is a lot of bisexual FF – a little MM, MF. There is punishment, spanking, exhibitionism, wrestling, groups and a little incest. It is primarily a fantasy. Do not try this at home – and always be safe. Also, all of the characters are all over 18 and everything is completely consensual. This story is long and I will post more and more of it as time passes. I am always interested in feedback and suggestions. The musical references in the chapter titles are there to ground the story in musical events. Feel free to listen to them while you read the chapters. I would love to find an artist to draw illustrations. Enjoy.
Chapter 5
Soave sia il vento – Cosi fan Tutte
The alarm clock woke me up early. Today was the day. I fly to Caracas. I needed to finish my packing, call my mom and get to the airport for a 6:05 PM flight from Kennedy Airport to Caracas. I should arrive in Caracas sometime around 10:00. My stepsister, Rachel, had made breakfast and helped me pack. She was not happy to see me leave. We held each other a long time and cried when the time came for me to leave. I promised to write. And I was off – drying my tears in the cab, watching her standing on the corner waving, until she was gone.
This was my one chance; the opportunity to perform on a professional level. As it turned out it would be the peak of my professional singing career. After Caracas I would never again perform at that level. During my time in Caracas I came to understand that while I had a pretty voice and was a passable actress, I was not really that good. So many do not understand what it takes to be a professional singer. It takes discipline, which I don't have; it takes training, which I had a lot of; it takes a strong backbone and the ability to process rejection on a regular basis, which I don't do well at all; and it takes abnormal talent and skill, of which I had a little. During this time I was able to come to grips with all of this and accept myself; to set aside the visions of glory and settle into the gifts I do have and accept myself for the way God created me. It is not that I did not fulfill my dreams – it is that my dreams were transformed.
After Caracas I returned to grad school, earned a PhD in musicology and embarked on a teaching career. I married Greg and together we continued the lifestyle and maintained the sexual openness of the commune community. And this is something I would not have been able to do had my immature dreams of operatic fame come true. During the three years I lived in Caracas I came to accept that I loved this openness; that I needed constant closeness and sexual intimacy. I came to understand the sexual power that a woman could have over men and how to use this in a way that was not manipulative and selfish, but giving and gracious. Even though I met no one during this adventure that recognized the pin, that pin and what it stood for became the center of my life, which has continued until today. But I get ahead of myself.....
My flight was scheduled to leave at 6:05 PM. It was the last flight of the day. After I checked my trunk I waited at the gate for the plane to board and munched on an apple and sipped some juice. I had expected the plane to be full, but as I sat there watching the people arrive, there seemed to be not very many who would be on this flight. It was interesting to watch the people. Many of them were speaking Spanish. Many of them had the dark skin of a Latin American mulatto. I noted an overweight man in a suit with his very adorned skinny wife; a group of girls dressed in tight tops and jeans; a small older woman who looked weary and tired. I noted them all, admired their beautiful faces, looked at their bodies all of which were so different from the other. My skin by contrast is very white, porcelain white. I was wearing a long skirt, a loose blouse and a vest. My blonde hair was pulled back and tied and I had a large hat and some sunglasses in my pocket, for the diva look (if I needed it – at night!). I wore panties, and for this occasion I chose to wear a bra, which was a very uncommon occurrence for me. I hardly needed it as my breasts were not large. My bra size is 34 with a b cup with small pink nipples. They are about the size of oranges but at this young age they were still perky, no sagging yet.
Then I noticed a young woman who stood out to me. She was an American, not Latina. She was tall with long dark brown hair. As she stood in line I noticed she was carrying a violin like case. I rummaged through my papers. I had been told that there was one other musician who would be traveling on this flight with me, where could that be..... Oh yes, here it is, Emmy Wilcox, the new principal viola for the orchestra. I waited until she found a seat and I studied her a little more. She was very plain in her features. Not unattractive, but she was someone who did not make much effort to make herself up – no make-up, her long hair in a ponytail. She was tall and skinny. She wore slacks and a blouse, with an open sweater. She looked as though she had no breasts at all. She appeared to me to be rather stiff and formal.
I picked up my stuff and walked over to where she was sitting. "Hi, I'm Abi Saunders, you must be Emmy." She looked up and smiled – what beautiful eyes and when she smiled her plain face lit up.
She took my extended hand, "Hi, nice to meet you Abi. I guess we are traveling together for the same company."
I sat next to her. "Yes, I am looking forward to it. So you are in the orchestra."
"Yes, it is my first principal appointment. I am excited and not a little nervous about it. You're a singer right?"
"Yep, a member of the young artist company." I said as I sat next to her in the empty seat.
And thus began our friendship, a friendship that has continued for many years. We talked and talked and talked. When we got on the plane it was so empty we were able to get seats together so we could continue talking. I learned that she was a graduate from Julliard, had won many competitions, including a prestigious award for a string quartet she had played with. But the group had broken up over interpersonal conflicts and so she found herself with nothing really to do except a few substitute gigs. So she had started taking auditions and she had won this audition. She seemed to have no personal life at all. No boyfriend. In fact, I got the impression she had never had a boyfriend. She seemed uncomfortable with this topic. I didn't want to press, but I told her I had had a lot of boyfriends and hinted that I had also had a few girlfriends. She did not pick up on that. Instead she changed the subject and started talking about how pretty I was and how it was not surprising I had lots of boyfriends.
