When Jordan dropped me off at my apartment later that afternoon, my mind was spinning as I wondered what was going to happen next. Jordan had been very sweet after we'd made love, holding me for a long time while I cried. She was completely silent on the way home so I could figure things out on my own.
As we pulled up to my building, she took my hands in hers and leaned over to gently kiss my forehead.
"Kate…" she began, her eyes filled with concern for me.
"Just… just give me time, Jordan, okay?" I pleaded as I squeezed her hands hard. She nodded, and I got out of the Jeep and headed up the stairs to my apartment.
I lived through the next week or so in a sort of daze, and to me it seemed that things surrounding me, which had been so familiar just a few days ago, were irrevocably changed. I went to work and taught my lessons as usual, but my mind was focused on the experience I'd had with Jordan. I couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful her hands and tongue had felt on me, and how much I enjoyed giving her pleasure. Remembering how she'd been so completely open and vulnerable to me made my stomach flip over, and I hugged myself as I shivered with both fear and anticipation. In spite of my doubts about the new direction my life was now taking, I made my decision: I couldn't wait to have Jordan naked in my arms again.
One morning, about ten days or so after Jordan and I had made love, I stopped practicing and looked at the clock. I still had two hours before my afternoon lessons were to start, so I quickly stripped and stepped into the shower. The shower was one of the reasons I decided to rent this particular apartment: it was a huge walk-in, almost the size of a small closet, and it had several spray heads spread out at different levels along the walls. It was the greatest feeling to have firm spray hit me from all directions, especially after a long day of sitting at the piano. I had specially designed benches and massaging showerheads installed shortly after I moved in, and they were definitely worth the expense.
I could feel the tension draining out of me as I stood in the midst of the hot, pounding water. My muscles began to relax, and as I slowly rubbed fragrant soap over my body, I began to feel aroused. I ran my hands over my breasts, gasping slightly as my hands caressed my erect nipples. I slid my hands down my wet body and between my legs, where I could feel pulsing warmth. My knees nearly buckled as I touched myself, so I sat down on one of the benches and slowly began to touch myself with one hand while caressing my breasts with the other.
"Ohhh, my god," I moaned as I slid my fingers between my legs and spread my lips open. As I started to rub my clit, I noticed one of the streams of water was aimed almost directly between my legs. I got up and adjusted the showerhead so the force of the water was hitting me directly, then sat down and spread my legs open. I held my pussy lips open wide, moaning with pleasure as the water pounded on my exposed clit. I held myself open with one hand while I pinched my erect nipples with the other, nearly swooning at the incredible sensations I was feeling. It didn't take long before I was writhing and moaning loudly, arching my back as the orgasm ripped through me and left me breathless. I sat there for a while, totally wrung out, before I was able to summon the energy to leave the shower and get ready to go to work.
After I finished my last lesson, I decided to stay at the store and do my practicing there instead of going all the way back home to wait by the phone, which is basically what I'd been doing lately. The piano I had in the music store was much better than the one I had at home anyway, and I knew I could trust the clerk on duty to handle sales until the store closed. I checked in with her to let her know I'd be in the studio practicing, then shut myself inside and picked through the stack of music I was working on. The performance for which I was preparing was coming up soon, and I needed to put a few finishing touches on the music I was planning to play. Soon I was totally lost in what I was playing and my mind was full of nothing but music.
I was startled when the click and whirr of a camera brought me out of my musical trance, and I looked over to see Jordan standing across the room, camera in hand, and my heart started to pound.
"I'm sorry, Kate, I didn't mean to interrupt you," she said sheepishly, standing as if she were frozen in place.
"It's okay," I said, trying to clear my head and swim back into the present. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Your clerk said you'd be back here. She said to tell you she was closing up, and to remember to lock up when you leave," Jordan said. She remained standing across the room, rigid, almost as if she were afraid to move any closer. I turned around on the piano bench and leaned against the piano, looking at her.
"You can come in, if you want," I said.
"Um, okay," she replied, walking over to me hesitantly, looking anywhere but directly at me.
I laughed, then exclaimed, "Oh, for god's sake, Jordan, get over here!"
I patted the bench next to me and she sat down, looking at the camera in her hands and fiddling with the controls. I ran one of my hands up and down her back, enjoying the texture of her sun-warmed shirt and the feel of her taut skin underneath. She looked over at me, startled.
"You're okay, then?" she asked, jolting me once again with the force of her shimmering green gaze.
"More than okay. I'll admit it took me a while to realize it, and I'm sorry for that, but I appreciate you giving me the time I needed. I've sure missed you, though."
