Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Ebo

Riley was stretched out on her back, staring at the ceiling when her phone rang. She answered it, glad for a distraction from her own thoughts.

“Hello,” she said, then held it out to look at the caller ID. She grinned when she saw Caroline’s name on the screen.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“Just staring at the ceiling,” she said, laughing.

“Mind some company? I’m bored,” her friend said.

“Sure, I have plenty of ceiling to go around.”

“Smart ass,” Caroline said, laughing, “I’ll be over in fifteen minutes.”

“See you then, bye,” she said.

“Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, she got off the bed. She headed downstairs to wait for her friend, found Rebecca was still in the living room. Plopping down on the couch she grinned at the teenager and said, “Sucks being grounded, huh?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than rub it in,” she said, laughing.

“Caroline is coming over,” Riley said, glancing at the door, “I just came down to let her in.”

“Getting together for an afternoon-er, huh?”

“Maybe,” Riley said, then grinned at her, “Why? Are you jealous?”

Rebecca winked at her, said, “A little.”

Riley felt a flush of excitement from that wink, her mind flashing an image of the teenager and Caroline both stretched out naked on her bed. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit the prospect excited her a little.

Her step-sister saw it in her face, gave Riley a playful smile, “Wow. I got you thinking, huh? Well, float it by Caroline. I’ve got the afternoon free.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” Riley said, her face hot.

“Are you sure,” Rebecca said, her eyes flashing, “It would be a lot of fun. One to remember, I’m sure.”

Riley couldn’t look away from the look from her, felt herself getting aroused at the sexual promise in those eyes.

Only the knock at the door let her break the gaze and look away. Getting up, she opened it, saw her long best friend and recent lover on the porch, grinning. She had on a white dress that clung nicely to her young body

“Hey, you,” she said, stepping inside.

“Hi, Caroline,” Rebecca said, smiling at her from the couch.

Frowning, Caroline said, “Hi, Rebecca.”

“I like your dress,” the step-sister said, putting her arms on the back of the couch and her chin on her hands, “you look nice in white.”

Caroline glanced at Riley, raised her eyebrows. Riley could almost read her mind and she took her hand and said, “Let’s go.”

“Come on,” Rebecca said, laughing, “Don’t be like that. I can play nice.”

She led Caroline upstairs, her friend looking over her shoulder at the teenager.

“What was that all about?”

“Rebecca just being herself,” Riley said, shaking her head.

“Was she flirting with me?”

“Yep,” Riley said, as she opened the door to her room.

“Huh,” Caroline said, sitting on her bed. A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth and she said, “Well, that’s new.”

“Not really,” Riley said, laughing, “She always says you have nice legs.”

“Really?”

“She was trying to talk me into having a threesome with you and her,” Riley said, sitting beside of her.

Caroline gave a startled laugh, said, “That’s why she was flirting with me?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, smiling at her, “That and you have nice legs.”

“Now you are flirting with me,” Caroline said, leaning in for a kiss.

“What can I say,” Riley said, smiling at her when their lips parted, “I missed you.”

“You mean, missed fooling around,” Caroline said, grinning, “You saw me this morning at school.”

“Fine,” Riley said, laughing, “I missed fooling around.”

“I missed it, too,” she said, kissing Riley, again. Riley put a hand on her neck, held her to the kiss. It deepened as passion welled between them. Pulling back, Caroline looked at her with desire in her eyes, bit her lower lip, “Do you think we can risk it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Riley said, smiling at her. She went to her radio, cranked up some music, then peeked out into the hallway. It was deserted.

Caroline had moved, was stretched out on her back in the center of the bed. Riley crawled onto the bed, smiled down at her. Her friend propped up on her elbows, kissed her. Running a hand through her hair, Riley kissed her back, felt her excitement in the kiss. Caroline was as turned on as she was.

“Let’s keep the clothes on, okay,” Caroline said, glancing at the door.

Grinning, Riley said, “I can’t make that promise.”

Caroline laughed and shook her head, “We are going to get caught.”

“No, we aren’t,” Riley said, kissing her. She followed her down as Caroline went to her back, settled her weight atop her friend. Caroline spread her legs, so she was lying between them, their bodies rubbing together.

“The power of positive thinking, huh,” Caroline said, running her hands down Riley’s back and onto her buttocks. She helped Riley grind her lower abdomen against her. Her dress gathered around her hips as she wrapped those long legs around Riley, her ankles crossing.

“Something like that,” Riley said, slipping the strap of Caroline’s dress down her arm to kiss her bare shoulder. Pulling it further down, she saw her friend wasn’t wearing a bra under the dress. She teased the pink nipple of the breast until Caroline’s fingers knotted in her hair. Rolling her eyes up, she grinned at the girl as she teased the turgid nipple with her tongue and lips. The girl moaned and her shoulders lifted off the bed, pushing the breast against Riley’s mouth.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” Caroline groaned.

Pulling the other strap down, Riley switched her attention to the other pale breast, gently nibbled the nipple until Caroline couldn’t take anymore. The girl pulled her up into a passionate kiss and she moaned into Riley’s mouth as her hand found and cupped the breast she had abandoned. The girl broke the kiss to look at Riley kneading the small swells, biting her lower lip as it sent pleasure coursing through her.

Moving her legs closer to the girl for better traction, Riley began to roll her hips back and forth, rubbing her lower abdomen against Caroline’s. Even through several layers of clothing, the friction was lovely. Caroline’s legs tightened around her, wouldn’t let her go. She smiled and kissed the girl.

“Oh, God,” Caroline moaned, her head tossing, “I thought I would have to wait until the weekend to do this.”

“You could always sneak in the window like you used to,” Riley said, a little breathlessly.

She smiled at the memory. Caroline would sneak out, climb the tree next to the house and let herself into Riley’s room. She never locked the window so she could get in. They’d stay up late, giggling and talking quietly.

She hadn’t done it in awhile, though.

“I’m a little big to be climbing trees,” she said, smiling.

“It would hold you,” Riley said, pretty sure she was right.

“You think?” Caroline asked.

Laughing, she said, “Why? Are you thinking about trying it?”

“There were a couple of nights I thought about it,” Caroline said, kissing her.

“Mmmm,” Riley said, grinning, “You are always welcome. I’ll leave my window unlocked.”

Caroline laughed and kissed her. She rolled atop Riley, looked down at her, “You have too much clothing on.”

Laughing, Riley said, “What happened to keeping clothes on in case we get caught?”

“Power of positive thinking, remember,” she said, tugging Riley’s shirt up. Laughing harder, Riley put her arms up so she could remove it completely. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. It joined the shirt on the floor. She pulled Caroline’s dress up and her friend helped her remove it. In just her panties, Caroline pushed her onto her back, grinned down at her. She unbuttoned Riley’s shorts, then pulled them down her long legs and off. Riley felt a flush of heat between her thighs as her panties were shucked as well and she was very suddenly very naked. She glanced at the door, at the knob without a lock. Glancing back at Caroline, she saw her friend was stripping out of her own panties. She tossed them aside and they were both naked.

No explaining our way out of this one, Riley thought with an excited shiver, there is no good reason for us to be naked at six o’clock in the afternoon.

She looked at Caroline and giggled. Her friend grinned, looked as turned on by the danger as she was. Caroline straddled one of her hips, lowering her body to Riley’s. Their bodies fit together perfectly and Riley wet her fingers with saliva to ease the way as Caroline began to rock her hips back and forth. Riley had one leg up in the air and Caroline hugged it to her body, used it to really grind their bodies together.

Riley ran her hand through her hair, grabbed ahold of the pillow under her head when her hand came in contact with it. She squeezed the hell out of it as Caroline drove her body crazy, hugged it to her head even though she couldn’t say why. Releasing it, she half sat up, so she could caress Caroline’s lean, sexy body.

Caroline bent forward and their lips met. Tongues danced passionately, their desire feeding each other’s. The excitement seemed to sizzle like electricity between them, a glorious tension that would surely build until they simply exploded.

Her friend’s breathing was quick and shallow and a sheen of sweat had popped out on her skin from her efforts. She found the glistening fascinating, couldn’t keep her hands off of Caroline. She thrilled to the feel of her warm skin, so soft and smooth under her fingertips and the tautness of the muscles underneath.

“Oh, God,” Caroline said, moaning thickly, “I’m going to come!”

Riley was right there with her, her body gathering tension. She bit her lip and felt her body stiffen with a violent orgasm. She was vaguely aware of Caroline shuddering through her own climax as she shook. All she could really think about was the fuzzy feeling she felt as the happy juices flooded her body.

Caroline flopped onto her back beside her, was trying to catch her breath. She rolled her head to the side, saw Riley looking at her. The grin she favored Riley with was a sated one. Riley nodded and looked up at the ceiling.

“We are getting really good at that,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Mmmm,” Riley said, nodding.

“Would you really have a threesome with your step-sister,” Caroline asked, out of the blue.

Laughing, Riley asked, “Is that what you are thinking about now?”

“Why? What are you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering if my toes are going to to uncurl,” Riley said, laughing. She propped up on her side, looked at her friend, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious,” she said, doing the same.

“Last time you said that, we ended up sleeping together for the first time,” Riley said, grinning at her.

“Would you be against it? Sleeping with your step-sister and me,” Caroline asked.

“I’ve already slept with both of you,” Riley teased.

“You know what I mean.”

“Why? Would you be up for it?”

Blushing, Caroline said, “I wouldn’t be against it.”

“Huh,” Riley said, smiling, “I’ll be damned.”

“I’m not saying we should go get her right now,” Caroline said, laughing, “but you’ve got a birthday coming up and…”

Riley felt her heart start galloping at what her friend was suggesting. Smiling, she asked, “Are you just teasing right now or are you serious?”

“I don’t know,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear, “What do you think? Do you want to try it? It would be fun, right?”

“You know I love sleeping with you. And Rebecca… The girl is…” Riley started but didn’t have the words to describe the sensual, sexually charged teenager.

“I know,” Caroline said, grinning.

“I can’t believe we are really talking about this,” Riley said.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Caroline said, dropping the bombshell on Riley.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Caroline said, then laughed, “Natty. She told me about this time with a couple of her friends… Some of it made me blush, I’m not going to lie. It was her and three other girls.”

“Wow,” Riley said, her eyes wide, “sounds like a party.”

“An orgy more like,” Caroline said, shaking her head, “I don’t know if all of it was true or not, but it got me thinking…”

“So, we aren’t just spit balling this thing,” Riley said, getting excited, “a threesome is actually on the table?”

“A birthday gift,” Caroline said, nodding.

“Holy cow,” Riley said, laughing, “Umm… Okay. I don’t even know how to set something like that up.”

“That’s for me to figure out,” Caroline said, giving her a playful grin, “You just get to lay back and enjoy.”

“Oh, boy,” Riley said.

“Now, get dressed before we get caught and it all goes out the window,” Caroline said, rolling off the bed. Riley didn’t move, just watched her friend look for her clothes for a second. Caroline looked incredible, so lithe and lean. She really didn’t want to get dressed. What she wanted to do was pull Caroline back down on the bed and have her way with her, again.

Sighing, she finally got up and slipped back into her shorts and shirt, didn’t bother with undergarments. Modesty somewhat restored, she sat on the bed with her back to the headboard. Caroline joined her and they grinned at each other.

Remembering something, Caroline said, “Oh, hey. What did you decide about piano lessons? Are you going to quit?”

“I don’t know,” Riley said, sighing, “I kind of like the idea of learning to play but…”

“The videos traumatized you, huh?”

“What,” Riley said, laughing in surprise.

“Were they so shocking you can’t look the woman in the face,” Caroline asked.

“No,” she said, looking at her friend. She was up to something.

“You find her so irresistible that you picture her naked every time you see her,” her friend said, nodding.

Laughing, Riley said, “No.”

“You are repulsed by the fact you saw her naked,” Caroline said.

“No,” Riley said, sighing. She finally realized what her friend was doing. “You could have just said you don’t see what the big deal is.”

“You had to see it for yourself,” Caroline said, patting her thigh, “You can be a little thick sometimes.”

“Shut up,” she said, laughing.

“So you saw your piano teacher naked and making out with your step-sister,” Caroline said, grinning at her, “It isn’t a big deal unless you make it one. I saw Mrs. Kuprick in just a thong one time and I still wave at her every time I see her outside.”

“Really? You saw Mrs. Kuprick in a thong,” Riley said, making a face.

“Now that was traumatic,” Caroline said, making Riley laugh. Mrs. Kuprick was a sweet lady but some people shouldn’t be allowed to wear a thong. Smiling, Caroline went on, “So, what about Helena?”

“What about her?”

“Would she look good in a thong,” Caroline asked, laughing when Riley rolled her eyes, “Come on. She can’t look that bad if your step-sister is boinking her.”

“Boinking her?”

“I guess lesbians boink,” Caroline said, then shrugged, “do you like ‘bumping uglies’ better?”

“Oh God,” Riley said, laughing.

“Come on,” Caroline said, grinning, “What’s she look like?”

Sighing, Riley said, “She is kind of pretty in a mousy sort of way. I know this is a bad idea but, yeah, she’d look pretty good in a thong.”

“So you being attracted to her is a part of the problem,” Caroline said.

Riley looked at her for a minute, then said, “Yeah, I guess. A small part.”

“‘I’ve got it bad, so bad…” Caroline sang, in her best David Lee Roth voice, “I’m hot for teacher.”

“That sounded nothing like him,” Riley said, laughing.

“Doesn’t mean you aren’t hot for teacher,” Caroline said, laughing, “She’s got it bad, so bad… She’s hot for teacher.”

“Jesus, you sound like Rebecca now,” Riley said, then thought of something, “You know, she told me I should sleep with Helena if I get the chance. Said the woman did wonderful things with her tongue.”

Caroline raised her eyebrows, then grinned at her, “Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Going to sleep with her if you get the chance?”

“NO!”

“Why not? Aren’t you hot for teacher?”

“Why do I talk to you,” Riley said, laughing.

“You like the abuse?”

“I must,” she said, laughing harder.

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Riley still wasn’t sure she wanted to be here. She took a deep breath and rang the bell underneath the ‘On That Note’ sign. Waiting on the stoop, she kind of wished she’d told her stepmother she didn’t want to learn piano anymore.

That wasn’t exactly true, which is probably why she was standing here now. Her not wanting to be here had little to do with piano lessons and a lot to do with the fact she’d seen the thirty-something year old teacher with her hand between her step-sister’s thighs and her tongue down her throat.

Shaking her head, she wished she’d never seen the videos on Rebecca’s computer. Life would be so much easier.

Helena answered the door, smiling at Riley. She wore a bland, shapeless dress and Riley tried not to smile when she remembered what Rebecca had said about her choice of clothes and what they hid beneath.

“Hello, Riley. Right on time. Come in,” she said, stepping aside so Riley could enter. Too late to retreat now, she stepped inside. Helena closed the door behind them, then led the way to the den where she kept her piano. Riley found herself watching the tick of her backside, blushed when she realized she was doing it. Still, she thought the woman probably had a nice ass under the shapeless dress.

Oh, God, she thought, with a mental groan, what am I thinking? This is Rebecca’s fault for putting the thought into my head.

Helena glanced over her shoulder, gave Riley a curious smile. Riley’s cheeks colored as she realized the woman must have felt her eyes on her ass. The smile became a knowing one when she saw the blush and Riley swore she was rolling her hips more as she turned back around, the tick of her backside more pronounced.

Her face was on fire as she followed the woman into the den that served as her studio. She shook her head, mad at herself that she had been caught staring at the woman’s ass. Things were already awkward enough without the teacher thinking she found her attractive.

“Have a seat,” Helena said, motioning to the bench in front of the piano, “Do you remember anything from last time?”

“A little,” she said, grinning sheepishly as she thought, very little.

“Can you show me middle C with proper hand placement,” Helena asked, standing just behind her and to the right so she could see what Riley was doing.

She looked at the white and black keys, tried to remembered which one Helena had shown her was middle C. Her memory failed her and she had to guess. She must have picked the wrong key because Helena had to lean in and move her hand over two keys, resting the thumb of her right hand on middle C. Her breast brushed against Riley’s shoulder and the faint perfume the woman wore tickled her nose. She smiled at Riley, then straightened up.

“How about a C scale?”

Riley thought she remembered this one, pressed the five keys under her fingers, rolled her thumb under so she could press the next five.

“Very good,” Helena said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “now return to middle C.”

She did as instructed and Helena gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze. It was a completely innocent gesture, in no way suggestive but Riley felt herself stiffening under the hand. It was involuntary and she felt kind of bad about it, but she couldn’t help it. Helena must have felt it, but she didn’t pull her hand away.

“I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“Um, no ma’am,” Riley lied.

Helena laughed and said, “Yes, I do.”

“A little, I guess,” Riley said, feeling like an ass for admitting it. The teacher really hadn’t done anything to her, hadn’t given her a reason not to trust her.

“Is it because of the videos on your step-sister’s computer,” Helena, startling a gasp out of Riley. Was the woman psychic?

The woman saw her reaction, smiled, “Rebecca told me.”

“Oh,” Riley said, blushing.

Smiling, she said, “Your step-sister says you are thinking about quitting.”

Looking away, she said, “It crossed my mind.”

Helena said, “Yet, you still came today.”

Riley nodded, “I kinda still want to learn how to play.”

The woman nodded, smiled at Riley, “Is that the only reason?”

“What do you mean?” Riley asked, feeling her heart rate kick up a few beats. She thought she knew what the teacher was insinuating. Did she think Riley was interested in her because she caught her staring at her ass? With a mental head slap, she realized she might have given the woman a reason to think such a thing.

The smile on the teacher’s face became playful and she circled around the bench and sat down beside Riley. Her thigh was pressed against the girl’s, their shoulders rubbing she was so close. Riley gasped when her hand fell on her bare thigh, just above the knee.

“I think you are a very attractive girl, Riley,” Helena said, gently caressing her skin with her fingertips, “I’ve been thinking about you since that first lesson.”

“Um, ma’am,” Riley said, moving the hand from her leg, “I think we have a misunderstanding.”

Laughing, Helena asked, “So you weren’t staring at my ass, earlier?”

“Ah… Well, I-” she started to say something else, but the hand was back on her thigh, higher this time. She looked down at it, her heart starting to race. The teacher was so bold, which seemed out of place. She had seemed so timid, mousy their first lesson. There wasn’t anything timid about her now.

“It is okay,” she said, smiling, “I liked it.”

“Listen, you are-” she was cut off when the teacher suddenly kissed her. When she opened her mouth to gasp, Helena’s tongue slipped into her mouth. She was a great kisser, teased Riley into kissing her back before she realized she was doing it.

Helena pulled back a little, looked into her eyes. She bit her lip in a way that was incredibly sexy and Riley felt herself respond. Her thoughts were a confused mess and she wasn’t sure if she wanted the teacher to kiss her again or stop.

Which is probably why she didn’t protest when the woman’s lips met hers, again. She was surprised by how fast it deepened, by the passion that seemed to sizzle between them. Her body responded to the kiss, a pleasant warmth spreading between her thighs.

She gasped when she felt the teacher’s hand on her girlhood, looked down to find her skirt hiked up around her hips and the woman massaging her through the thin panties she wore. The hand had been on her thigh and she hadn’t felt it move, but there it was mashing her labia in lazy circles.

For a second she thought about telling her to stop, that this was wrong for so many reasons, but when she opened her mouth, only a moan came out. The woman’s fingers were doing wonderful things to her body. Her hips started gyrating against her hand, moving with a mind of their own.

“I was hoping you took after your step-sister,” Helena said, grinning mischievously.

Riley wanted to tell her she really didn’t, that she didn’t want to do this, but she couldn’t get the words out. Besides, she wasn’t so sure she didn’t want to, anymore. Her body definitely was okay with what was happening to it. Helena had her writhing at her touch.

The hand between her thighs was gone and she blinked in surprise. Looking up, she found Helena standing beside the bench. The shapeless dress was pulled up and over her head, then dropped to the floor. Riley stared wide eyed at the sexy lingerie that clung nicely to her slender body. It was a sheer teddy, black and skimpy, with garters attached. The garters held up lace topped nylons, that looked incredible on her shapely legs. She looked so good in the lingerie and Riley couldn’t tear her eyes away. Helena’s smile let her know she knew she had Riley’s full attention now.

Had she been wearing hosiery when she answered the door, Riley thought, wondering about the inane thought. Still, she couldn’t remember seeing her legs sheathed in black nylon as they were now. It bothered her for some reason.

Helena sank to her knees and crawled between the piano and the bench Riley sat on. She gently spread the girl’s legs, moved between them. When her hands slipped up the outsides of Riley’s thighs to grab the waistband of her panties, Riley felt a moment’s panic. Helena wanted to take her underwear off, then do who knew what to her.

“Don’t be shy now,” Helena teased, her eyes rolling up to meet Riley’s, “lift up so I can get you out of these panties.”

She was a little surprised to find herself doing what she was told. A nervous shiver worked through her as the panties slid down her long legs then were cast aside. The teacher’s smile made her shiver again as her eyes caressed her bare sex.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Helena said, reaching out to tease her tender bud. Riley couldn’t hold in the moan that ripped its way from her, “let me see the rest of you.”

Riley hesitated and the teacher gave her a disapproving look. Swallowing hard, she unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged out of it. Helena wasn’t satisfied, looked pointedly at the bra she still wore. Her hands shaking, she slipped out of it. Her arm went across her bare breasts, defensively, but Helena gently pulled it away so she could look at her.

“Such a lovely girl,” Helena said, smiling at her.

“I don’t think we should be doing this,” Riley finally managed to say.

Laughing playfully, the teacher said, “But we are. Now, play me an E scale.”

“What,” Riley asked, blinking at her.

“Play me an E scale,” Helena said, winking at her, “this is piano practice after all.”

Confused, Riley tried to remember how to play an E scale, hesitantly put her fingers on the keys. Her hands were shaking so bad she accidentally pressed a note, making Helena laugh. She felt her face flush, tried to relax.

“A good piano player needs to be able to play no matter what is happening around her,” Helena said, then lowered her mouth to Riley’s sex. It happened so fast that Riley was caught off guard, jerked when the teachers tongue found her tender bud. Helena’s hands found her hips, holding her in place.

Riley couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Rebecca had been right about Helena’s abilities, her body going insane under her tongue.

Pausing, Helena said, “Why aren’t you playing?”

It took her a few seconds to realize what the teacher was talking about. She wanted Riley to keep practicing while she was torturing her young sex. Riley tried to focus on the keys but her eyes kept wanting to close. The pleasure surging through her made it hard to think, and making her fingers work right seemed like a monumental task.

Slowly, she started pressing keys, hoping she remembered the right sequence of white and black keys.

“Very good,” Helena said, smiling up at her from between her thighs. She slipped her finger into her mouth, pulled it out slick with saliva. Riley moaned as the digit eased into her. The saliva really wasn’t needed, her young body more than ready for her. Helena said, “Play it, again.”

Riley took a deep breath in attempt to rein in her galloping heart, played the E scale again. Tried to, anyway. She missed a note, the key she struck sounding off even to her untrained ears.

“Try, again.”

The thrusting finger in her young sex was making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the pleasure washing through her. Again, her ring finger refused to press the right key.

“Finding it hard to focus, are we,” Helena asked, amused by Riley’s struggles.

“Oh, God,” Riley groaned, her body writhing. She felt tension start to creep into her body, thought she was going to come, but Helena had other plans. The thrusting stopped.

“Play it right and I’ll let you come,” she teased. She had Riley right there, so close to climaxing but she wasn’t going to let her.

Riley bit her lip, tried to focus on what she was doing. Helena began to move her finger again as she began to play and she messed up. The thrusting stopped. She was flustered, wanted to come so badly but the teacher wasn’t going to let her until she played the E scale correctly. The finger began to move inside of her as she pressed the first note, making her hands shake so badly she couldn’t finish the scale.

“Please let me come,” Riley begged, her body so ready for release.

“Play an E scale for me,” Helena said.

“Oh God,” Riley said, miserable. She gritted her teeth, began to play. The thrusts felt so good, had her right on the edge of coming. Her fingers didn’t want to work but she made them, pressed the keys so deliberately that the scale took almost a minute to play. Still, she had played a perfect E scale, up and back to the starting position. As her finger pressed the final key, Helena finally let her come. She held the note down as her body went crazy and she cried out in harmony…

…and sat up in darkness, her sex still spasming from the orgasm that had awakened her. Riley looked wide-eyed around the room, surprised to find herself in her bedroom.

“A dream?”

Must have been, because she was in her bed and not at On That Note, but what a dream it had been. She had had an orgasm in her sleep and the crotch of her panties were soaked, clinging uncomfortably to her. Grimacing, she shucked them off, threw them on the floor.

“Holy cow,” she said, laughing. The feel good juices were flowing through her veins and her body felt delicious. Then her cheeks turned scarlet in the dark as she remembered her dream, the crazy erotic scene at the piano with Helena. It would be hard to forget. It wouldn’t make anything less awkward at piano practice tomorrow.

Collapsing onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling. Her body was still jittery with adrenaline and she knew it would be a minute before she managed to get back to sleep. Glancing at her alarm clock, she saw it wasn’t even eleven thirty, yet. She’d only been asleep for an hour or so before having the dream.

“Sheesh,” she said, shaking her head.

This way to: Chapter Nine!