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Home Alone, Chapter 9

  • Posted on February 18, 2021 at 2:39 pm

by Ebo

Standing on the steps at On That Note, Riley couldn’t stop thinking about the dream she’d had last night, even though she really needed to. Her face felt hot, flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Helena was going to take one look at her and know something was up.

Which is why she hadn’t rung the doorbell, yet. She was still trying to get herself under control.

It had been such an erotic dream, so sexy and inappropriate. The way the teacher had teased her with an orgasm, made her play when her fingers just didn’t want to work…

Oh God, Riley thought, shaking her head, this is going to be a long lesson.

The door suddenly opened, making Riley jump in surprise. From the open door, Helena gave her a curious look, said, “You’ve been standing out here a while. Were you planning on ringing the bell?”

Riley nodded, giving her a sheepish grin.

The teacher looked at her a long moment, then stepped aside to let her in, saying, “I think we need to have a talk.”

Taking a deep breath, Riley stepped through the door, waited while Helena closed it behind them. She followed the woman, frowned when they walked right passed the den where she gave lessons. They turned into a living room instead, Helena motioning her to sit down. A little uncertain, she sat on the couch, watched as the woman produced a cell phone from a pocket on her dress. She dialed a number, held up a finger to Riley while it rang.

“Hi,” Helena said, then smiled. “Yeah, she’s here. I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hey, Riley. It’s Rebecca,” her stepsister said, her voice tinny through the phone’s speaker.

“What’s up?” she said, frowning at Helena.

“I think it’s time we cleared the air between us,” Rebecca said.

“What do you mean,” Riley asked.

“I told Helena about you finding the videos hidden on my computer.”

Flinching, Riley looked at the woman and Helena managed a nervous smile, then nodded. The poor woman looked about as embarrassed as could be.

“I’m so sorry,” Riley said, her own face turning red, “I was being nosy and… I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Helena said, sighing, “I knew they were a bad idea.”

“Yeah, but they were a lot of fun to make,” Rebecca said, laughing. It brought a smile to Helena’s lips, affection clear in her eyes.

Again, Riley felt better about not telling her parents.

“Riley has been thinking about quitting piano lessons,” her stepsister said.

The teacher looked at her, asked, “Is that true?”

“It’s been kind of awkward,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, “all things considered.”

“Because of the videos,” she asked.

“Among other things,” Riley said, blushing when Rebecca started laughing.

Helena gave her a sympathetic smile, one that said she knew what ‘among other things’ meant. Her cheeks turned crimson as she realized Rebecca must have told Helena about what had happened in her stepsister’s room, then again in the kitchen.

“Is she blushing?” Rebecca asked, still laughing.

“Be nice to your sister,” Helena said, trying not to laugh.

“I’m just teasing, Riley,” Rebecca said.

“It’s not funny,” Riley replied, smiling anyway.

“Anyway, I think we’ve aired out all our dirty laundry,” Rebecca said.

“I think so, too,” Helena said, looking at Riley. The girl managed a sheepish grin, nodded.

“Good. I’ll let you two get on with lessons… or whatever else you want to get into.”

Helena looked away from Riley, her face turning red. Riley shook her head, her own cheeks coloring as she realized she wasn’t the only one her stepsister had been trying to sell on fooling around.

“I can hear you two blushing,” Rebecca said, laughing as she disconnected.

Helena met her eyes, gave her an embarrassed smile, said, “That didn’t make it any less awkward, did it?”

“Um, not so much,” Riley said, laughing.

“Do you still want to learn how to play piano?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she said, smiling at Riley as she stood up, “let’s start today’s lesson.”

***

“You’re an asshole,” Riley said, entering her stepsister’s room without knocking. She had just gotten home, had come straight upstairs to give the teenager a piece of her mind.

Rebecca was stretched out on her bed, wearing really short shorts, a t-shirt a size too small for her, and headphones. Her legs were crossed at the knee, her foot dipping to whatever song she was listening to. She looked really good lying there, and Riley felt some of her anger slip.

She propped up on her elbows and grinned at Riley, her eyes full of mischief, as she said, “Helena said pretty much the same thing when she called after you left.”

“That was so embarrassing,” she said.

“But necessary,” Rebecca said, pulling her headphones off. She got up and came over to where Riley stood, pressed the girl against the door and kissed her deeply.

Caught off guard, Riley forgot all about being upset, kissed the teenager back. She felt herself responding, getting turned on and had to slip from between the door and Rebecca. Taking a deep breath, she reined in her galloping heart.

“Hey, you don’t get to do that after what you did,” Riley said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

“It was an ‘I’m sorry’ kiss,” Rebecca said, leaning against the door.

Riley really wished she didn’t look so sexy posed like that. She was having a hard time remembering to be mad at her.

“No, it wasn’t.”

Rebecca just smiled at her, her eyes flashing.

“You can stop doing that,” Riley said, laughing, “it isn’t going to work.”

“Stop doing what,” Rebecca asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Giving me that look,” she said, her voice sounding funny even to her own ears.

“I think it’s working just fine,” the teenager said, pushing away from the door. She stepped close to Riley, still smiling that sexy little smile.

“You are such an asshole,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head.

Then Rebecca closed the gap between them and kissed the younger girl. There was no denying she was more than a little turned on by her confidence, her certainty she could get what she wanted from Riley.

“Let me make it up to you,” Rebecca said, steering her towards the bed. Riley didn’t put up much of a fight because it was where she wanted to go, too.

The back of her legs hit the bed and Rebecca toppled Riley onto her back. Grinning down at her, the teenager unbuttoned her stepsister’s jeans, then worked the zipper. Riley lifted her backside off the bed, let her work the pants off her hips, then down her long legs. Sinking to her knees, Rebecca removed her shoes, then the pants.

The teenager grinned as she ran her hands up the insides of Riley’s thighs, gently spread them wide. Riley’s breath caught in her throat as Rebecca lowered her mouth to the crotch of her panties, licked her through the thin cotton. She moaned as teased her tender bud, not bothering to move the underwear out of the way.

“Oh God,” she said, putting her hands over her face. She couldn’t believe she was letting this happen. She had ever right to be mad at the teenager, had come up here to give her an earful and had let Rebecca seduce her, instead.

Even through the cotton of her panties, the older girl’s tongue felt incredible, was sending little shivers of pleasure working through her. Ashamed or not, she was enjoying what was happening to her.

Rebecca hooked her fingers in the crotch of Riley’s panties, pulled them to one side. She slipped two fingers from her free hand inside Riley’s slick core. Riley moaned thickly, her back arching off the bed as those digits moved slowly in and out of her. Each thrust found that little magic button inside that drove her body crazy.

That hot, wet tongue found her bud, teased it in lazy circles. Riley grabbed one of Rebecca’s pillows, pressed it against her mouth. She didn’t trust herself to keep quiet, not with these wonderful sensations washing through her twelve year old body.

“Does this feel good?” Rebecca asked, letting her pace quicken.

Not trusting herself, Riley nodded, but didn’t remove the pillow. Her fingers were digging into the material, she was squeezing it so hard to her face.

The fingers slipped from inside of her and she pulled the pillow aside long enough to see what Rebecca was doing. She slammed it back in place as the teenager’s tongue moved lower, slipped inside. Even the pillow couldn’t completely muffle the cries of pleasure as Rebecca’s tongue wriggled in her. Her hips kept wanting to undulate against the teenager’s mouth, and she couldn’t stop them.

With the thumb of her free hand, Rebecca teased her tender bud, making these lazy circles that sent shivers through the younger girl.

There was a knock at the door, causing Riley to gasp. Pulling the pillow from her face, she stared wide eyed at the door. Her heart was racing and she felt a little sick with adrenaline as she waited for it to open. She didn’t even try to move, saw her jeans on the other side of the room. There was no way she’d be able to get up and wriggle into them before whoever it was came into the room.

“Yeah?” Rebecca called, still rubbing Riley’s clit with her thumb. Even in panic mode, the sensation made her moan. She grabbed the pillow, pressing it hard against her mouth. With her free hand, she tried to push the teenager’s hand away. Laughing, Rebecca trapped her wrist, didn’t let up on the sweet torture with her free hand.

“Dinner’s ready,” her mother called through the door.

“Okay,” Rebecca said.

“Have you seen Riley?”

“Yeah, she’s in here with me,” Rebecca said, making Riley cringe.

Surely that had to pique the woman’s curiosity. As far she knew, they still barely acknowledged each other. The two spending time together would be cause for investigation. She was going to poke her head in to see what her teenage daughter and Riley were up to.

There was a long pause, silence on the other side of the door. It didn’t do anything for her nerves, which were stretched tight. She kept expecting to hear the door creak open and her stepmother to gasp at the sight of Riley, half naked on her back with a pillow over her face and her daughter kneeling between the younger girl’s spread thighs, rubbing her sex through the panties that had fallen back in place because Rebecca still had her arm restrained. The longer her stepmother didn’t say anything, the more jittery Riley grew.

“Well, you two hurry up. Don’t let your dinner get cold,” she called.

“Okay,” Rebecca called.

Riley gasped as Rebecca’s hot tongue pressed against the crotch of her panties. Pulling the pillow away, she gave the teenager a dumbfounded look, “What are you doing? We have to go.”

“In a minute,” Rebecca said, grinning at her, “I like to finish what I start.”

“You can’t be serious,” Riley said, shaking her head in wonder, “We were almost busted.”

“But we weren’t,” she said, winking at her, “now, if you’d just focus…”

Laughing and shaking her head, Riley knew she was wasting her breath. Rebecca wasn’t going to change her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She could almost hear the clock ticking in her head, each tick sounding like the rap of knuckles on the bedroom door. It made it difficult to concentrate on the wonderful things Rebecca was doing to her.

She needed something to distract her from her imminent doom, something sexy. In her mind’s eye, she replayed the scene from earlier, when Rebecca had pressed her against the door and kissed her deeply. It sent a shiver through her. She grabbed the pillow, again, stifling a moan before it could escape her parted lips.

The kiss against the door had been exciting and hot but it was too short a memory to keep her thoughts occupied. The ticking of the clock came back, and she searched for another erotic memory to drown it out.

Her dream from last night popped into her head, the last thing she needed to be thinking about now. Still, the image of Helena in clingy lingerie, on hands and knees as she crawled between Riley’s legs was one she couldn’t shake. Giving in, she let the dream replay in her mind.

She’d just have to deal with this growing attraction to Helena later.

Rebecca had her writhing, her body twisting as it tried to escape the wonderful sensations running through her. In her personal darkness, it was Helena’s mouth on her young sex, that hot tongue teasing her as she tried to play the scale she teacher wanted. The dream and reality kind of blurred into one surreal erotic moment, and she couldn’t control her voice. Even through the pillow, her cries were getting louder.

Tension crept into her young body, gathered until she had to come or simply explode from the building pressure. She climaxed hard, her body pitching a fit. It left her trembling all over from the intensity.

Gasping for breath, she pulled the pillow away, looked at Rebecca. The teenager was grinning at her, got to her feet, then leaned over her to give her a kiss. Riley kissed Rebecca back, could taste herself on her tongue, her lips.

Rebecca pulled her to her feet, said, “We need to hurry. Get dressed.”

Riley found her jeans, wriggled into them. She grimaced at the wet crotch of her panties as they pressed uncomfortably against her. Still, she didn’t have time to change, so she’d just have to deal with it. Sitting on the bed, she slipped into her shoes.

She was heading for the door, when Rebecca caught her wrist, turned her around, “Wait. Your hair is a mess.”

The teenager smoothed it back in place, an oddly gentle, affectionate move that caught Riley off guard.

“I can’t do anything about your flushed cheeks, but at least you don’t look like the bride of Frankenstein anymore.”

They hurried downstairs into the dining room. Her stepmother gave them a curious look when they entered the room, and Riley had a paranoid moment when she thought the woman knew what had happened upstairs. She must know what Riley’s flushed face meant.

“What took you so long?” she asked as they found their seats.

“Sorry,” Rebecca said. “Riley needed some help with her piano lessons. I let her borrow my keyboard.”

“Really,” her mother said, her eyes widening.

“What?” Rebecca said, her voice getting surly.

“Nothing,” the woman said, shaking her head.

“She’s going to need one of her own, if she keeps taking lessons,” Rebecca said.

Riley watched this exchange with interest. It was amazing how easily Rebecca had slipped into the cool, detached mode she used to favor Riley with. She could learn a lot from this girl about being sneaky.

Riley’s stepmother looked at her, a hint of a frown on her face. Riley could tell something was bothering her. She just hoped she didn’t look as guilty as she felt she did, as if she had I just fooled around with your daughter written on her forehead.

Finally, the woman shrugged and said, “Do you think you’ll like piano lessons, Riley?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then I’ll talk to your father about getting you a keyboard,” she said, smiling at her.

“Thanks.”

“Until then,” she said, looking at her daughter, “maybe you can share with Riley?”

Rebecca gave her mom a smile, asked, “Can I get some time off for good behavior?”

Shaking her head and laughing, the woman said, “I tell you what… let Riley use your keyboard and help me buy her one if her dad says okay, and I’ll let you off with time served.”

“Deal,” the teenager said, looking at Riley, “Looks like you’re my get out of jail free card.”

The rest of the meal was largely eaten in silence, and Riley was glad for it. She figured the less she had to say, the better. She wasn’t anywhere near as good at being sneaky as her stepsister.

She tried not to squirm, but her wet panties were pressed uncomfortably against her girlhood. She tried to ignore it, but wasn’t having much luck. She couldn’t wait until the meal was over and she could get out of them.

Finished eating, she put her dishes in the dishwasher, grabbed a coke from the fridge. When she turned around, she found Rebecca had followed her into the kitchen. The teenager put her dishes up, then smiled at Riley.

“That worked out better than I could have hoped,” the older girl said, leaning against the sink.

“Looks like you won’t be grounded for much longer,” Riley said, grinning.

“Guess not,” she said, then added, “You know you still owe me an orgasm, right? I won’t count this one, but you’re still one in the hole. I might come by later to collect.”

Riley felt her cheeks flush, and Rebecca winked at her. The teenager left the kitchen, the twitch of her backside drawing Riley’s attention. When she was gone, Riley had to shake her head. Rebecca was just too sexy, and she was going to be trouble.

***

Later that night, Riley was just drifting off to sleep when a scraping sound brought her back. Smiling, she thought Rebecca had decided to come calling after all. She had waited all evening for the teenager to knock on her door, and had been more than a little disappointed when she hadn’t.

Glancing at the door, she frowned. It was still closed. There was enough light in the upstairs hallway that plenty would have spilled in if Rebecca had opened the door.

Then she heard the sound again, realized it wasn’t coming from the direction of the door but that of her window. In the gloom, she could just make out a human shape at the window. Her first reaction was to panic but it passed before her heart could even start racing. A smile spread on her face as the shape approached the bed, crawled onto it.

“Hi,” Caroline said, stretching out beside her.

Riley opened the covers for her and her friend snuggled close, her warm body molding itself against Riley’s. Smiling at her in the gloom, she said, “Hi yourself.”

“Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” Riley answered, tilting Caroline’s head up to give her a quick kiss, “I was wondering if you’d ever do this. Climb the tree again.”

“I’m not going to lie,” Caroline said, laughing, “it was a lot scarier than I remembered. I must have had nerves of steel when I was seven.”

Laughing with her, she kissed Caroline, then again. It quickly deepened and Riley could feel the need behind it. It sparked her own desire.

When their lips finally parted, Caroline said, “Mmm… that made it worth the risk.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Riley said, smiling. With so many electronic devices with LEDs casting their multicolored glow, the darkness of the room was far from complete, and Riley could see her friend smiling back at her.

“Is it bad that I couldn’t even wait more than a day?” Caroline said, giggling. “I’ve been horny all afternoon.”

“Well,” Riley said, laughing, “you’re almost a teenager, and you know what they say about teenagers.”

“You’re closer than me,” Caroline said, grinning. “Your birthday is just around the bend.”

“Then just imagine how horny I must be,” Riley teased, making Caroline laugh. Her hand stole under Caroline’s shirt, found her soft breast. Sighing, Caroline pressed against her hand, encouraged her not to stop. Riley smiled as her breathing changed, became fast and shallow as her friend grew excited.

Caroline threw the covers back, sat up so she could slip out of her t-shirt. In the dark, Riley could just make out that she wore only panties. In her haste to get over here, the girl hadn’t bothered with pants. It made her grin, thinking about Caroline slinking over in her night clothes, her panties on display for the whole town to see.

Her friend caught her looking, said, “It was kind of exciting, walking over here like this.”

“I bet it was,” Riley said, laughing as she started stripping out of her own clothes. Her t-shirt and shorts went on the floor and she remembered she hadn’t bothered with panties after coming upstairs. It was going to be a surprise for Rebecca, if she decided tonight was the night to settle debts. She glanced at up, but Caroline hadn’t noticed their absence. She was too busy removing her own.

Grinning, Riley thought, It could get complicated if Rebecca decides to come and collect now on that orgasm I owe her. I guess we could fit all three of us on this bed…

“Didn’t do anything for my horniness, though,” Caroline said, moving against her. She wrapped her arms around Riley’s neck, toppled them both backwards so she was lying atop Riley.

“Oh my,” Riley said, grinning up at her. She kissed the girl, a sweet lingering kiss that left them both breathless.

Caroline kissed her chin, then her graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Riley felt a flush excitement as Caroline kept moving lower, pausing to kiss and tease first one nipple, then the other. Riley sighed, that hot tongue sending little shivers of pleasure through her. Her hand slipped into Caroline’s hair, to hold her there.

Eventually, she moved lower, leaving a trail of moist kisses on Riley’s taut belly. She gently blew on them, making Riley shiver deliciously. The contrast was lovely, the warm kisses and cool breath confusing and exciting her nerve endings.

Riley’s breath caught in her throat as her friend came to the junctions of her thighs. It escaped her as a moan as Caroline’s lips and tongue teased her bud. She grinned as it dawned on her this was the second time a girl had done this to her today.

Stroking Caroline’s silky hair, she closed her eyes and let the wonderful sensations flood through her. The hot, wet caress of Caroline’s tongue on her clit brought soft moans to her lips and she had to bite down on her knuckle to keep them at bay.

Oh, God, she thought, shaking her head, I might need the pillow again.

She was biting her knuckle almost hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep quiet. Caroline had her body going crazy, her hips undulating against the girl’s mouth. It seemed confused by the wonderful things Caroline was doing to it, her nerve endings screaming for more even as her body tried to shy away from the intense pleasure. Riley’s free hand, the one she wasn’t chewing to death, slipped from Caroline’s hair to clutch at the sheets, like an anchor holding her in place.

Caroline ran her hands along the insides of her thighs, her touch as light as a feather. It sent little shivers up Riley’s spine. Those hands slipped up her flanks, the fingertips just brushing her skin, then cupping her heaving breasts. The knuckles between her teeth couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped Riley as her friend’s palms teased her throbbing nipples. Her back arched up from the bed as Caroline traced lazy circles across the bottoms, then the slopes of her breasts.

“Oh God,” Riley breathed, feeling an orgasm building up. Letting go of the sheets, she clamped both hands on her mouth as her body gathered tension. Then the climax that had been creeping up suddenly pounced on her, shook her hard enough to break her apart. Even muffled by her hands, her cry of ecstasy seemed incredibly loud.

She was still trembling all over when Caroline crawled up her supine body, grinned down at her. Letting her hand fall from her mouth, Riley pulled the girl down to kiss her.

“What was with the hands?” Caroline asked, finally breaking the kiss.

“I was trying to be quiet.”

“You kind of lost it there at the end,” Caroline said, kissing her again.

“Yeah, you’re getting really good at that,” Riley said, laughing.

“It’s always nice to be appreciated,” Caroline said, grinning.

“Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll appreciate the hell out of you.”

“Wow,” Caroline said, laughing, “You’ve been hanging around with your stepsister too much.”

“Too slutty?” Riley asked, grinning at her.

Even in the dark, Riley could see her friend’s eyes flash, the playful smile spreading on her face, as she said, “Just slutty enough.”

“You like a little dirty talk,” she asked, laughing.

“Doesn’t everyone?” Caroline asked, rolling off Riley and onto her back.

Getting to her hands and knees, Riley moved between her friend’s legs, gently spread them wide. Running her hand up one long leg, over the firm calf to the silky smooth thigh, she drew a sigh from Caroline, then a moan as her fingers found her girlhood.

She saw Caroline grinning, wondered why. Then the girl took her hand in hers, moved it lower. Her fingertips pressed against the opening then eased into the hot, slick core of the girl. She gasped in surprise as her fingers sank deep into Caroline.

“What? I thought–” Riley said, stunned. She was afraid to move.

“Surprise,” Caroline said, laughing.

“But you’re a virgin,” Riley said, inanely.

“Not even technically, any more,” she said, laughing.

“How? I mean…” Riley said, then started over, “you know what I’m asking.”

“The honest answer,” Caroline said, sighing, “I don’t know. I found out by accident this morning that my hymen was broken. Talk about a happy accident. A very, very happy accident.”

“Really,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head, “and what were you doing when this ‘accident’ happened?”

“That’s not important,” she said, laughing.

“Uh-huh,” Riley said, easing her fingers out a little, then burying them inside again. Caroline moaned thickly, the girl’s hips rolling against her hand.

“Do you think it is because of what we’ve been doing? Is that possible?”

“Considering a fence rail broke mine,” Riley said, grimacing at the memory, “I guess it’s possible.”

“Huh,” Caroline said.

“This doesn’t hurt at all?” Riley asked, slowly moving her fingers inside of Caroline.

“No. Feels really good,” Caroline moaned.

Grinning, Riley said, “Then it’s your lucky night.”

Caroline watched with interest as Riley picked up her bedside lamp, pulled the tape on the bottom aside and removed the vibrator she’d stolen from Spencer’s at the mall. When she saw what Riley had, she bit her lower lip, uncertainly.

“That’s a lot bigger than your fingers,” she said.

“Yeah, but it feels incredible,” Riley said, moving between her friend’s thighs, again. Meeting Caroline’s eyes, she said, “If it’s too big to fit inside, we can still have fun with it.”

Caroline nodded, still biting her lip. Her eyes were fixed on the glossy shaft of the sex toy, and Riley could just make out the interest and apprehension in them.

Turning the black knob at the top, she brought the vibrator buzzing to life. She ran it along the inside of the girl’s thigh, making her jerk and giggle. The giggles dried up as the toy found her bud and she moaned. Riley kept it there and eased her fingers back inside of Caroline. She had to smile when the girl’s back arched off the bed, her hips rolling against Riley’s thrusting fingers.

When she thought Caroline was ready, Riley slipped her fingers out of her slick sex, then eased the toy in. Caroline gasped but her body accepted the vibrator, took it deep inside. Even on low, the vibrations must feel incredible because she had to put a hand over her mouth. Her fingers only muffled the little cries of pleasure she was making, couldn’t mask them completely.

Slow and easy, Riley moved the vibrator in and out, letting her friend get used to the toy inside her. She listened to her breathing, to the sounds she was making, taking her cues from the girl. Her pace slowly increased.

“That feels so good,” Caroline whispered, clamping her hand back to her mouth as a moan tried to escape.

“I told you it would,” Riley said, remembering how it had felt in her own body, the vibrations going everywhere, not just between her thighs. She felt a shiver, just thinking about it.

She shifted her position so she could lower her mouth to Caroline’s girlhood and still use the vibrator. Caroline gasped as Riley’s tongue teased her tender bud, her body jerking. The hand on her mouth wasn’t helping much anymore, and her cries were getting louder.

Riley rolled her eyes to her bedroom door, hoping that everyone was sound asleep. Anyone walking by the door might be able to hear Caroline. The girl got kind of loud when she was excited and she sounded pretty excited now.

“Shh,” Riley said, laughing.

“I’m trying,” Caroline whispered around a moan, “that feels so — oh God, oh God — feels so good I can’t stand it.”

“Should I stop?” Riley teased.

“You better fucking not,” Caroline moaned, her back arching up from the bed, giggling at the swear word she’d just used. The laughter turned into a drawn out moan as Riley started thrusting the toy into her again.

“You know, this thing has two more speeds,” Riley said, clicking the toy into the medium setting. The buzzing got louder but still wasn’t as loud as the noises the girl was making, even with both hands clamped on her mouth.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” Caroline hissed, her words muffled by her hands but not nearly enough.

Please be sound asleep, Riley begged her parents. Her heart was racing as she glanced at the doo, again. A naughty shiver worked its way up her spine, the danger of the situation getting her excited.

Grinning, she ran her hand up Caroline’s supine body to cup one heaving breast, to let the nipple drag across her palm. The girl’s back arched, pushing the breast into her hand. It just begged to be teased, and her touch drew a thick moan from Caroline.

She let her hand roam over the girl, thrilling to the smooth skin under her fingertips. Caroline was firm and soft in all the right places. Riley couldn’t stop exploring her friend’s twelve year old body. She liked the way her stomach tightened as the vibrator moved inside of her, liked the baby fine hairs on the insides of her thighs, liked everything her fingers touched.

Riley had come a long way from that first fumbling, embarrassed time with Caroline. She found the more she did it, the more she wanted to do it. More than that, she found herself liking the female form more and more, caught herself admiring girls at school or at the mall all the time.

Distracted, she almost missed the changing in Caroline’s breathing, the erratic jerk of her hips that as the girl started to orgasm. She met the girl’s eyes in the gloom, then with one more thrust of the vibrator, pushed her over the edge. Caroline hissed through her teeth like an angry cat as her body locked up, then shook itself loose.

Riley eased the vibrator out of her friend’s very sensitive sex, making her gasp and her hips jerk. Turning off the toy, she set it aside.

“Holy shit,” Caroline said, smoothing her hair out of her face.

Laughing, Riley stretched out beside her. Caroline rolled into her, her lithe body molding to Riley’s. She had to smile, loving the way the girl fit against her.

Why she woke up, she couldn’t say. Riley looked at her alarm clock, saw it was still more than an hour before it was set to go off. Frowning, she started to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but stopped when she felt someone shift their body weight beside her. She looked to her left, saw Caroline on her side, facing away from her. Seeing her bare back, she realized the girl was still naked. She looked down at herself and saw she was, too.

She realized that they had fallen asleep after fooling around last night. Then her sleep-fuzzy mind finally kicked into gear, and she gasped.

“Shit! Caroline,” she said, shaking the girl, “Wake up!”

“What,” the girl mumbled.

“You need to get up. We fell asleep!”

“So,” she said.

“So? Mom doesn’t know you’re here! You sneaked over, remember.”

The girl sat up in bed, her eyes wide, “What time is it?”

“Almost six.”

“Shit,” Caroline said, scrambling off the bed. She looked around frantically for her clothes, managed to find her t-shirt but not her panties. Riley spotted them, got them for her.

She started to climb out the window, then stopped and looked down at herself. It was getting light outside, much too light to walking up the street in her her current attire.

Laughing, Riley said, “Grab some shorts out of the drawer.”

“Yeah, I guess I better. It was exciting last night, but it would just be embarrassing this morning.”

“You better hurry, though,” Riley said.

“I know,” Caroline said, pulling open her dresser. She slipped into a pair of shorts, then turned to Riley. In two long strides, she was molded against her, her lips pressed against hers, “Last night was amazing.”

“We should do it again sometime.”

“Tonight?”

Laughing, Riley said, “I’ll leave the window unlocked.”

Coming soon: Chapter Ten!

 

Home Alone, Chapter 8

  • Posted on July 31, 2015 at 10:58 am

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.

———————————–

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!