What a year it had been! The passion between Juliet and I had continued, including getting walked in on and outed by her roommates. However, with the end of the school year fast approaching and graduation for myself, I wondered where our relationship was headed.
It was Oratorio, the final concert of the year. It's a concert performed by all the choirs as one mass choir. This year we would be performing Memorial, a work written by one our choir directors. An orchestral piece was also going to be added to the program this year. Juliet had been chosen as the accompanist for all the of the choirs. It was amazing to watch her play during all the rehearsals; so confident-such a turn on! We left the final rehearsal before the concert and headed hand in hand to the dinning hall for supper.
"Jules," I started, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "I'd like to make tomorrow night a special night to celebrate."
"What are we celebrating?" she inquired, slowing her pace and flashing me one of her sexy smiles that always makes me cream.
"Our final concert, you landing the position as accompanist, and," I added as I stopped walking altogether and pulled her in close, "us and these amazing last several months together."
"I'd like that a lot," said Juliet as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with her soft, full lips.
We continued to kiss a little while longer under the bell tower. I could feel people's gazes as they past, but I didn't care and I was glad Juliet had finally come out of the closet and no longer cared either. I loved the way her lips felt on mine, and they tasted so sweet. And I loved the way her voluptuous curves felt in my arms; soft and smooth, just the way a woman should feel. It was all we could do to pry ourselves apart and head to dinner where our friends were waiting.
With the concert being the next day, we decided it was best to get out sleep and not spend the night together. It was so hard to wait to see Juliet the next day. Being a year ahead of her we had no classes together. Our schedules didn't even line up to make lunch, supper, or any other break together a possibility. I was anxious and fidgety in all of my classes. I did manage to sneak over to the nearest flower shop to get a surprise for her though: a long stemmed white rose, her favorite flower.
I headed over to the music building in my lovely shorts, tank top, and nylons combo that all of us women wear under our choir robes (those things get really hot!). I wanted to get there early enough to find a good parking spot before people started arriving for the concert. I also wanted to get there early enough to spend some time with Juliet, but she was nowhere to be found. I tried our usual spot, the infamous private practice room where we'd our second encounter (and many more since). I rushed down the hall, rose in hand, to the last practice room with the window covered up. Not having a key myself, I knocked on the door. No Juliet.
As more and more choir members started showing up to adorn their robes, I began to get a little worried. I stowed the rose in my horn locker and then I, too, slipped into my robe.
"Places everyone!" called the voice Dan, of one of the choir managers. "The orchestra is about to go on stage and perform their piece. I need everyone to line up backstage."
As I, along with the rest of the choir members, started to walk to auditorium to find our places, I finally caught a glimpse those beautiful dark curls I'd been looking for. Even with her back turned to me and her robe on, I'd know those curves anywhere.
"Hey there beautiful!" I called excitedly as I caught up with her.
Juliet turned to look at me. I could see her anxiety written all over her face and tears in her eyes. This was not the confident woman at the piano I'd seen just the day before. I'd never seen her like this.
"What is the matter, Jules?" I asked, enfolding her in a tight embrace.
"I'm just so nervous!" she sobbed into my shoulder. "I barely slept a wink last night. I've never played in front of this many people or accompanied this large of a group. What if I mess up? What if I make a fool of myself? What if I ruin the entire concer..."
"Shhh," I whispered, placing my finger lightly over her soft, pink lips. I took her hand and led her over to quiet, secluded spot behind some extra risers that were stacked up backstage. "Everything is going to be ok. None of those things is going to happen. You are the most talented person I know. You just need to relax."
Juliet let out a big sigh and nuzzled into my chest, "I don't know if I can."
I lifted her chin with my finger, gave her a light kiss and looked her in the eyes, "You just leave that to me."
I began to kiss her again, this time more passionately. I could hear an applause and the orchestra started their piece, Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber. It wasn't an overly long work, about 10 minutes, but I knew we would have just enough of time to finish and get back to our places.
Pushing her up against the stacked risers, I paused from kissing her to unzip her robe, revealing not an identical outfit to mine underneath, but a gorgeous and sexy little, strapless dress. She looked so hot. A little bit of lace, nicely emphasizing her cleavage; that nice shade of pink that compliments her skin tone so well. I had to steal a moment to just stare at her and take in my prize.
Back to business, I began kissing her again, forcefully this time, working my way down to her neck. She began to moan. Hopefully the rest of the choir members couldn't hear us over the orchestra. My hands began to wander, as if taking on lives of their own. I could feel her body in all of it's voluptuousness. One of my hand sneaked into the top of her dress and to my joyous surprise, I found she was wearing no bra and her nipples were hard and ready for me. I pinched them hard and rolled them between my fingers. This caused her to let out a yelp. Luckily this occurred as the orchestra had reached a fortissimo.