Although the character Virginia Peters is fictitious I have based her on two people I have known for many years where both are free spirits. Enjoy!
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I suppose I have been a free-spirited girl since my fourteenth birthday but after my eighteenth, I began to live life to its fullest being fiercely independent and living outside the norms of society. Some of my old school friends say that I'm a hippy but that's not exactly true. I like to make my own lifestyle and although I do like to visit my family over Easter, or Christmas I love to return to my private world. On leaving school my headmistress mother got me a job working in a marketing firm in the city: I was sacked six weeks later. I am now an entertainer where I play and sing my own compositions on the piano. Like my lifestyle, my music and lyrics are offbeat. I first set out as a busker and finding my music was successful, I set a selection for a CD. Since those early days, I have become well known nationwide.
I'm a girl who loves to attract people's attention although this doesn't mean I am necessarily promiscuous. I enjoy sex especially with similar-minded women where my favorite age group is around fifteen to twenty years older than myself. Although I love the beach, I prefer to find somewhere that's semi-private where I can hopefully flash women walking along the boardwalk. My favorite costume is a brief rainbow-colored one piece where the back and stomach have been cutaway. I love to read my book while lying on my back with one leg raised at the knee which exposes the edge of my pussy to a certain woman walking by.
I am Virginia Peters and I'm a woman with black hair that looks more like a chimney sweeps brush: being tightly curled it sets off my round gold framed shades and olive skin tone. I am slim with even white teeth a soft petite nose and I thank God ... not huge weighty breasts. Much to my parents horror my favorite dress style is a grey or tan colored tee-shirt over which I wear colourful bib and brace overalls with black Docs Coppola Boots or the same shirt with short-legged overalls where I wear red leather sandals that lace up the leg. Due to a great aunty, I am financially independent which really assists my open lifestyle.
It was a Sunday in early February that I noticed this woman moving slowly on the footpath to a drummers rhythm she was possibly ten or fifteen years older than me and incredibly sexy. A bit taller than me she had light brown hair tied back with a pink scrunchie. She was wearing a light blue dress that hung just below the knee and an expensive-looking blouse that I imagined was silk. As I love to dance, I moved next to her and mimicking her every move began to dance with her. The drummer who was of African descent began to work the rhythm changing the pace and even the tone as his two dancers began to draw a crowd.
It was a hot afternoon and after about half an hours dancing my dance partner and I stood aside while our audience clapped and called out for more. It was just too hot and with perspiration dripping from our brows I suggested we called in at a popular café across the street. As we stood on the roadside, I introduced myself and was happy when my dance partner told me she was Simone Bradley. We both breathed a sigh of relief when we sat in the airconditioned comfort of the café with our iced tea.
"You are a very good dancer."
"In a way it's part of my occupation you see I'm a composer and songwriter: I first began as a busker but when an agent saw me, she suggested I release a CD ... that was the making of me."
"WOW that puts my teaching career somewhat off-center. What type of music do you compose."
"It's like me a bit offbeat but the theme is mostly romance. I don't mean love songs it's more like music that can bring someone's individuality to the fore."
"What do you teach."
"English literature with an emphasis on poetry."
"I like that you see most of my songs are blank verse poems. I also love reading prose poetry but that's just a fascination of mine."
"I would love to hear your music. How can I get a CD."
"First they have a copy of my CD here so let me see if they can put it on. Then if you like it, I can give you a copy: I'll even dedicate it to you."
As the music was playing, I sat almost in a trance looking at Simone as she concentrated. She was incredibly beautiful with a small nose that had a few freckles across its bridge. When she smiled, I noticed her teeth with a gold stud between the two front incisors: I was attracted to her slight touch of individuality. Sitting slightly to the side I could just discern a cheeky nipple on her small firm breast. I wondered whether she could be an interesting playmate sometime in the future.
"Oh my God, that was amazing. It's so powerful and yet simple you must come and play at my school after which we can visit this fabulous restaurant that I know: my treat."
"I would love it just set the time and place."
"The time is easy. We use the final period on a Friday as a free expression period where we can either have a guest come to talk or some of the student body can present something they are creating. Next Friday would be amazing: I'll place it on the calendar tomorrow."
"You have a free expression period? Fuck I wish I had gone to your school."
The café was busy so we got up and walked down to the harborside park: I was beginning to like Simone because she was so easy to talk with and spontaneous in her actions. I hate it when people want to lead me down dead-end paths but in Simone, I found she wanted to explore while accepting me for who I am. It was such a special moment walking through the park with Simone until with a cry I began to skip and do headstands down the grassy bank which attracted the attention of other park visitors, but Simone just laughed trying not too successfully to mimic my actions.
"I love it. The way you just do what you feel is right at the particular moment. You don't give a fuck about how people around you think because for you the world is a place of play and free expression. I am finding myself wanting to join with you in this fantasy world just like you joined me dancing."
"I see the world as a playground where I can express my feelings. Life to me is very different from how most people accept it. I like being around you because you have accepted me even tried to join me. Now that's special."
"I don't think you would mix easily as a teacher."
"I'm artistic and good with computers and when I completed school and my mother seeing that it was useless arguing about tertiary education got me a position with a big inner-city marketing firm: I found it so restricting and they sacked me six weeks later. That's when I started going down my own path."
"But look I'm tired I need to go home. Here's my card text me the time for next Friday. Do I need to bring my keyboard?"
"No, we have a good piano. I've loved our time together: it's been both a revealing fascinating experience. You are beautiful and I love your short overalls they are so you."
I ran home thinking of Simone all the way. I have met many women but sadly they cannot step outside of their normal restrictive lifestyle asking me why I live the way I do or suggesting I should do something differently: they lose me immediately. Yes, I have fucked all these women, but fucking is one thing: to express one's feelings through love is another. The way the afternoon had gone with Simone I believed she was the one and that night I imagined myself making love with Simone: it was spontaneous. Taking my time to stimulate my nipples before sliding my fingers down to my waiting pussy where I gradually frigged myself to a raging orgasm.
I'm usually a messy sleeper tossing and turning while demolishing the bed, but tonight was different, and I slept like a log until around two in the morning which happens to be my inspiration hour. It was a hot night so getting up I padded out to my piano naked and after lighting twenty candles I sat with my eyes closed until I had formed a mental image of Simone dancing on the footpath. The music came to me naturally and playing as I recorded the notes, I completed the centerpiece of what was to be my second big album.
The rest of the week was special, and I heard from Simone on the Thursday evening. She wanted to confirm the hour for my recital the following afternoon explaining that she would meet me in the car park. We then talked about life in the slow lane where I told her about my new music telling her that I would play it for her on Friday evening.
