Our choir's next concert was coming up, and there was a lot of work to be done. One of the pieces we were slated to perform was entitled "In Remembrance". A beautiful, lyrically flowing piece, it not only had a gorgeous vocal and piano arrangement, but also an amazing French horn part. I have been playing the horn for twelve years, ever since fifth grade, and I had tried out for the horn part and nailed it. However, I still was concerned about a couple of the more exposed solos and making it fit perfectly with the piano accompaniment.
Our choir's accompanist happened to be none other than my roommate from choir tour, Juliet. We had shared an amazing experience together while on tour, but nothing had materialized between the two of us in the following two months since. With the concert rapidly approaching, I knew that the two of us really needed to get together to practice and focus on our music.
"Hey Jules!" I called to her both nervously and excitedly after choir one day.
"Yeah? What's up?" she answered, pausing in the hallway by the practice rooms and waiting for me to catch up. She looked about as nervous as I was feeling.
"I would really like to go over some of the horn and piano parts with you in 'In Remembrance'. I really want it to be perfect."
"Sure, definitely," she nodded with shy yet excited smile. "I'm busy tonight, but how about we meet tomorrow night around eleven over in the lounge area and then find a practice room from there, or is that too late for you?"
"Tomorrow night at eleven would be perfect. I'll see you then."
As she headed off to catch up with Anna for supper, she paused to glance over her shoulder at me, throwing me a quick smile and a wink. The look caused a warm, tingling sensation between my legs and I wondered as I watched her walk away, my eyes traveling the length of her body, if she was feeling and thinking the same thing as me: perhaps "next time" had finally arrived.
Though it was only a day, I could hardly stand the wait. It drove me nuts to see Juliet in choir that day. Our gazes kept meeting and then we'd both glance away shyly. All throughout choir I experienced that same wet feeling between my legs that I'd felt just the day before in the hallway. As I watched her play the piano for us, I just wanted to run up to the front of the room and pounce on her and cover her with kisses. It took all my willpower to restrain myself.
At last the time had arrived. Out of excitement and nervousness I sped over to the music building faster than I had ever driven those roads before. After stopping by my locker to deposit my coat and grab my horn and my music, I arrived at the lounge area. There Juliet was, sitting on one of the couches engrossed in her music. I watched her for a moment as she studied. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Though I had just seen her a few hours ago in choir, she had curled her hair and pinned it up, just the way I like it. She had also changed into her pink top that hugged her body in all the right places, making her beautiful curves even more voluptuous. It made me wish I had cleaned up a bit more. My hair looked nice enough, and I was wearing my favorite jeans paired with my green shirt/dress, a combination that always got me compliments, but compared to Juliet I felt like a slob.
She must have felt my stare because just as I was about to say something she looked up at me. A big smile spread across her face.
"Hey Alexa. You look great. Ready to practice?" she asked, rushing over to me, not even giving me a chance to say something first.
"Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are," I replied.
"I thought we could go to one of the larger private practice rooms with the baby grand pianos," she suggested nervously.
I could see the wheels turning in her head. I knew the rooms she was talking about. They were reserved for piano performance majors only; very private. Only those students had keys to get into them. We would be totally alone and uninterrupted. Quite the daring suggestion considering we hadn't been in a room alone together since that fateful night in the hotel over tour.
"Sounds great, and by the way," I said grabbing her hand as she began to lead the way off to the room, "you look amazing."
"Thank you," she blushed.
We held hands for a moment more before letting go to head off to the practice room. The music building was nearly empty with the exception of a few lone instruments and voices that could be heard coming from the normal practice rooms. Our footsteps echoed as we walked down its lonely halls. There were five practice rooms for piano majors, and as we approached them, I could see exactly which one Juliet was headed towards: the one furthest down the hall with the window that was covered up.
I must have given her a questioning look, because she said reassuringly to me, "It has the piano that's the most in tune." She unlocked the room and we headed inside.
"So, where do we want to start?" I asked referring to what measure in the music we wanted to start.
"I thought we'd pick up where we left off," she replied.
I thought she meant where we left off in rehearsal that day, but obviously she had other plans. As I sat down and started rifling through my bag of music, she sat on my lap facing me, one leg on either side of me, wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me gently with her soft lips. Slightly taken aback, I pulled away.
"I... I thought... I thought we were going to actually practice." I stammered.
"I'm sorry," a disappointed and foolish look crossed her face and she began to dismount my lap. "I thought this was why you asked me here. I thought you wanted me. I feel so foolish..."
Before she could finish her apology and stand up completely from my lap, I grabbed her hands, pulling her back down and kissing her passionately. Oh how I had missed kissing her! Her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. My arms wrapped around her as well, my hands grabbing hold of her gorgeous, round ass giving her more support so she wouldn't slide off my lap. Caught up in the moment, I began to work my way down the low neckline of her shirt with my tongue. But then Juliet stopped me, lifting my face back up to face hers.
"Not this time," she said.
"I suppose," I began, the same look of disappointment and foolishness that she had just had now crossing my own face, "I mean, we are in a practice room. Who knows who might catch..."
"No, that's not why," Juliet interrupted with a shy, nervous smile. "Don't you remember? I said next time I would return the favor."
How could I have forgotten? And with that, she hopped off my lap, dragged me out of the chair and pushed me up against the wall. She pinned both of my arms to the wall with one of her hands above my head. She gingerly began to caress one of my breasts with her other hand. She gave me a quick grin in response to what I can only imagine to be a shocked look on my face. Then she began to kiss me passionately, her free hand becoming more aggressive. She began skillfully unbuttoning my shirt and then reached around behind me, unclasping my bra (tasks that were all very impressive considering this was only her second time being with a woman). She pinched one of my already hard, perky nipples, rolling it between her fingers. A small gasp escaped my lips as my breathing began to quicken.
"I remember you like it rough," she said in response, flashing me another one of her sexy smiles.
She then moved her attention to my neck. As soon as her lips touched my neck, I let out a moan that anyone walking past the practice room or in a neighboring one was sure to hear (which turned me on even more: the possibility of being caught is such a turn on to me); a moan that let her know that she had found the magic spot. Juliet picked up on this and began working her way around my neck and collarbone. I began to let loose these uncontrollable whimpers and whines. This encouraged her even more and she began to nip at my neck ever so gently.
"Oh Jules!" I pleaded. "More! Please, more!"
Juliet let go of my arms she had been pinning to the wall. My shirt and bra that had been merely hanging on my shoulders fell to the floor. With one quick motion, she seamlessly pulled up the piano bench, sat down, and pulled me onto her lap. Her hands wrapped around my waist, sliding down to my ass, holding me on her lap much in the same way that I had done to her. She began to lick my breasts, making light, gentle, circling motions, around and around, circling closer and closer to my hard, perky nipples. Just as she reached one of them, she bit down, nipping at it, taking my breast into her mouth. She sucked on my nipple, and she sucked hard! I let out a gasp of pure enjoyment. While it was still in her mouth, she began to flick it with her tongue. I began moaning again, louder and louder.
This must have encouraged Juliet to go further, because as she continued to suckle on my breast, her hands moved from my ass to the front of my pants and began to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. Once undone, I felt her hand slip inside them. Her fingers slipped my thong to the side and she started to lightly finger my clit and my labia. Again my moaning increased in volume. There was no way someone wasn't hearing this!
"You like that, huh?" Juliet asked coyly.
"Yes. Oh god Jules, yes." I answered her enthusiastically.
"Now remember," she teased, "I'm new to this, so if there's anything you want, anything at all that I can do, just ask. I love taking orders."
I looked into her eyes. "I want you to suck my pussy," I ordered her.
"Your wish is my command."
