I was good at what I did. I was a terrible person but God was I good at what I did. And that was playing the piano. Whether in solo concert, accompanying others or teaching I was amazing. I'd managed to use that skill to wrangle an amazing deal with the university I was at.
You see although I was a great pianist that wasn't what I was here at university to study. From an academic point of view I focused much more on the sciences and was currently working towards a PhD but the specifics of that are rather boring. But when I wasn't studying or writing up the latest results from my research I spent every single moment I could in the music department. And somehow I'd managed to not only get them to pay me for it, funding my way through my very expensive post grad degree but I was also indispensable enough to them being able to keep offering all their musical opportunities that they turned a blind eye to some of the other things I got up to in that building. The kind of activities that took full advantage of the sound proofing that there was in the practice rooms.
But I'm getting ahead of myself there.
All this is to say that I have a job within my university, a job that I like and comes with no small degree of power over those that I work with. And so many of those people that I work with are sexy uni students who I will use my power to fuck them senseless. One of these girls happened to be a new piano student of mine: Ailsa. She had just started this September and was a singer with a beautiful soprano voice. She had however always wanted to learn the piano but never had the chance. When I heard this I so graciously offered my services to help teach her. Of course I quoted the reasons of wanting to encourage new students to the instrument and that having a fellow student of the uni teach her might make her more comfortable and at ease than one of the old stuffy teachers the uni employs. But that was nothing more than a pretence.
Today was supposed to be Ailsa's second lesson. I'd gotten a good assessment of how much transferable skills and knowledge she had from her time singing and set her up with some exercises and something easy but satisfying as a first piece to learn. I was looking forward to hearing her progress among other things. She was dead on time arriving and I took in her outfit as she walked in the room.
Ailsa takes off her coat to reveal a lovely blue dress with white polka dots. The fabric reaches to just below her knees where her slender legs appear. Her strawberry blonde hair cascades down her back stopping midway down. The dress that she's wearing today wasn't tight enough to show off her ass given how flowy it was but I knew from seeing her previously that it was pert if not the largest. As she turned round her hair billowed out and I was treated to a sight of the dress' main feature. It was low cut and cinched in tight underneath her breasts highlighting her slim frame and ample breasts. I couldn't tell for sure given that the sleeves of her dress covered her shoulders but given how low it was cut I doubted she was wearing a bra underneath. As I stand up from the piano stool I take a not so subtle look at her body, admiring how it looked in her choice of clothes. She responds by smiling demurely at me and saying,
"Good morning Mr Hamilton."
Ailsa stands there awkwardly, waiting for me to respond. I gesture for her to sit down at the piano stool and she immediately does, carefully smoothing her dress as she sits down.
"Morning Ailsa, and please call me Charlie. Why don't you show me the progress that you've been making this week?"
As Ailsa plays through the piece I gave her she stumbles a few times and it's far from great but there's definitely evidence that she has been practising and I'm pleased with the results. Once she's finished I sit down beside her on the stool and we work together on the harder passages, finding exercises to make them feel more natural under the hands. The whole time I find every excuse I can to touch her; putting my hands on hers to guide her through the exercises, sitting close and reaching around her to show her how it sounds when played properly. Every time I can feel her body tense up and as time goes on she's clearly getting more and more flustered. Whenever I tell her to play back small passages she makes careless errors and she's barely able to get a full sentence out when I ask her to repeat back how the exercises are supposed to work.
I think to myself that better man than me would take that as a sign to back off. To maybe stand up and step away from Ailsa to make her feel comfortable. I have absolutely no plans of doing that though. Instead I double down and make my intentions crystal clear. Once I've finished doing my latest demonstration with my arm wrapped round her, instead of pulling my arm back I let I drop and my hand rests on her thigh. Immediately Ailsa turns to me, her eyes asking me what is going on. She opens her mouth a couple of times, trying to find words but nothing comes out. I start scrunching the dress up, pulling it up her leg until the only thing between my hand and her leg is her tights. That seems to be enough to break her out of silence.
"Mr Hamilton. Charlie. What are you doing? Why are you touching me there? I don't think this is necessary as part of the lesson."
My cock twitches when Ailsa talks about this being part of the lesson. As uncomfortable as she is, she's still willing to believe that this is just some unconventional teaching method. Placing a finger on her lip to quiet her I slide my hand to her inner thigh and begin slowly moving it up between her legs.
"Don't worry Ailsa. This isn't part of the lesson. This is just me making you feel good; as a reward for doing so well with your practice this week."
I saw as Ailsa's eyes go wide as I spoke. There was no misunderstanding on her part, this wasn't some unconventional teaching method, there was no doubt now on why I was doing this and what I was planning to do. It was just in this moment that I feel my hand reach the end of its journey settling between her legs and resting on her pussy. She lets out a small yelp when I touch her there and starts babbling in protest.
"Mr Hamilton, we can't... You can't... I don't want you to touch me there. Just stop and we can pretend like this never happened".
I feel Ailsa wriggling against me. Trying her best to break free from my embrace but to no avail. I don't stop, slowly rubbing my fingers along the length of her pussy through the fabric. I watch as her mouth opens forming a small O shape in shock at what is happening to her. I'm restless to continue pressing on. With my other hand I reach down the top of her dress and grab a handful of her tits. I get confirmation that she isn't wearing a bra under the dress when I feel her bare skin up against the palm of my hand. Her nipple hardening and beginning to press up against my hand. She lets out a small high pitched moan as a response to everything that I'm doing her.
"Just relax," I say. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to make you feel good."
Despite the fact we both know exactly what that means I try not to scare Ailsa too much by saying the word out loud. Yes, I'm going to be fucking her and yes, she knows that it's going to happen but there's not need to say it out loud. At least not yet. I start working at her tights, trying to tear a hole in them to get access to her pussy. Once she realises what I'm doing her both her hands grab my wrist, trying to pull my hand away but it's ultimately futile. I manage to tear a hole in the fabric and worm my fingers through. When I touch her panties for the first time I can feel the tiniest damp patch.
