This story is a collaboration with a new friend I met on Literotica. Due to personal reasons, he could no longer contribute to the site. After reading all of the delightful stories of iraussieguy, I couldn't resist working with him on this story. I hope you enjoy it.
The symphony ended and the audience in the concert hall erupted with a standing ovation for the orchestra and the new pianist, Sarah Henderson. It was Sarah's first concert with the world famous orchestra and the eighteen-year-old had not made a mistake playing the difficult symphony.
Margaret Atkins, Sarah's piano teacher for the past five years, sat in the back row of the hall blinking back tears of joy. She stood and watched the conductor taking a bow with Sarah at his side and smiled as her student was presented with a large bouquet of flowers. As the applause continued, Margaret, content that her protégé was fulfilling her wonderful talent, slipped out the nearest exit and walked to the car park.
As Margaret drove to her home in the suburbs she recalled the freckle faced young teenager that had first sat at her piano five years previous. At that age Sarah would much rather have been playing tennis or basketball with her friends and her concentration was erratic during most lessons. At the insistence of Valerie, Sarah's mother, Margaret persisted with her student and slowly but surely Sarah's talent came to the surface. First prize for piano at many competitions increased Sarah's enthusiasm and she studied hard under Margaret's firm but fair tutelage.
Margaret was well known in the city's music community and had a deserved high reputation as an excellent teacher. At thirty-four she lived alone in a large old home that was given to her by her parents when they moved to a retirement village. Margaret's pupils and their parents knew nothing of her preference for girls as her sexual partner. She kept strictly to her self-imposed rule of 'hands off' even though attracted to some of her older students. If Margaret needed a male partner to take to an occasion she went with Bruce, a trusted gay friend who helped maintain her 'straight' persona.
The last two years of Sarah's lessons had been difficult for Margaret as her pupil developed into a very attractive young lady. Many times Margaret found herself staring at Sarah's body wishing she could take the student into her bedroom and devour her slim figure.
A shiver ran through Margaret's body as she recalled her farewell to Sarah the previous evening. Sarah had just completed a flawless practice of her part in the symphony that she was going to perform so successfully the following evening. Margaret was overjoyed with Sarah's playing and enthusiastically assured the nervous young pianist that she would be a success at the recital. She laughed as Sarah insisted playing Chopsticks, her traditional 'wind down' tune before she left at the end of each lesson.
"Remember your breathing sweetie," Margaret said as Sarah slipped on her jacket in preparation to go home. "I am very confident you will play wonderfully."
Sarah looked up at Margaret and said, "Thanks for putting up with me all this time, you've been great, I would never had made it without you."
She wrapped her arms around her teacher and they hugged each other as the end neared of their time together.
"Mum's here." Sarah said, as the sound of a car horn outside broke their embrace.
She stood on tiptoe and impulsively kissed Margaret full on the mouth. Although shocked by the sudden display of affection Margaret automatically returned and held the kiss for a little too long before breaking away and pushing Sarah towards the front door.
"Good luck Sarah, I'll see you tomorrow night." Margaret said as she fumbled with the latch.
"Thanks Margaret, byeeeeee!"
Sarah rushed out into the cool spring evening leaving her agitated teacher alone in the hall with her own thoughts. Had Sarah really kissed her? Did she just imagine it? Margaret knew she had wanted to kiss her young student for a few years, but had always resisted such impropriety. No, she was sure she had been lovingly kissed, she could still taste the lipstick of Sarah on her own moist lips.
Was it an innocent kiss born out of friendship? Was it simply a thank you for Margaret's guidance in these last five years or was there a deeper meaning? Not for the first time after a lesson with Sarah, the teacher walked straight to her bedroom where she lay down on the bed and masturbated while images of the sexy young girl and the kiss flowed through her mind.
Margaret sighed at her memories as she steered the car into the driveway of her home, happy that the weekend was here but sad that she would be spending it alone. After a restless night Margaret spent most of Saturday outside in the vegetable patch of her back garden. Music, sex and gardening were her great passions and she completed her time outside by picking a bowl of ripe red strawberries. Back in her kitchen Margaret pulled the stems out and washed the strawberries, sprinkled them with castor sugar and placed them in the fridge. A long hot bath followed where she relaxed and eased her tired muscles in the perfumed water. She gazed at her body and was happy with the firm breasts, fairly flat tummy and long legs stretched out in the soapy water. Later she dressed in silk pajamas with a silk robe and set two vibrators and a tube of lube on the bedside table. With loving care she took two large fur coats from the wardrobe and placed them on the bed in readiness for her play later that night.
Back in the kitchen Margaret watched the evening news on the small TV while she cooked and ate a small steak with salad. After the main course she spooned some strawberries into a dessert dish with a separate bowl of cream and opened a bottle of champagne.
"To your success Sarah." Margaret said out loud as she raised her glass in a toast to her lovely pupil.
A few minutes later Margaret cursed as the front door bell buzzed interrupting her dessert after only three delicious strawberries. Muttering to herself Margaret walked quietly to the front door and peaked through the spy-hole. Her heart jumped with the shock of seeing Sarah standing waiting with her arms full of flowers.
"Sarah!" Margaret was thrilled as she opened the door. "What are you doing here?"
"I was flooded with flowers last night and want you to have some." Sarah smiled as she moved into the hall. "After all I wouldn't have made it without you."
"Oh thank you sweetie, what a lovely thought, come through to the kitchen and I'll find some vases."
"Ohhhhhhh strawberries and champagne! What's the occasion?" Sarah asked as they entered the kitchen.
"I picked the strawberries from my garden this afternoon." Margaret explained as she found vases for the flowers. "I was toasting your success last night when you rang the door bell. Would you like some? How long can you stay?"
"Mum dropped me off on her way to see her sister, if she gets drunk as usual she will stay the night rather than drive home." Sarah said as she helped Margaret with the flowers. "So I'll get a taxi, or............."
