>It was quiet in the hallway leading to the music room
>You were anon, about to be given his first taste of his first music class
>The sound of many instruments being tuned and tested bleed through the walls
>It was the hymn of your shame
>The idea behind joining the class was a good one at the surface
>Instead of taking a semester of gym, you would take a semester of band
>Execution of the plan was turning against you as something hit you
>You didn’t know how to play a single instrument
>Well, you had had some practice in the violin, but that was not coming to you now
>Being an idiot, you had gone to a party that saturday to relax and unwind
>Waking up at one P.M. the next day, you realized that your sleep schedule might be affected
>A series of bad decisions had led you here so far
>You hoped dearly, clinging to the cheapest violin available, that things would turn around
>Unfortunately, it was not to be
>The strings were harsh and screamed at your fumbling touch
>Several players seemed even scared by your attempt to mimic them
>One player, who you thought looked the most in control, seemed to ignore you
>She kept the same look on her face, even as she looked you up and down
>It was almost as if she were looking right through you, those cool violet eyes piercing you
>Without realizing it, you stopped playing when she looked at you
>The notice came from the elbow of the player next to you
>After class, both you were pulled aside by the teacher as everyone else left
> “Anon”
“Yes, sir?”
> “You don’t know how to play the violin do you?”
>You gulp and look to the girl from before as she left, still cold as before, then looked to the ground
“Y-yeah”
>The teacher sighed and rubbed his chin, muttering about teenagers
> “Okay, you need to find a tutor”
“A tutor? Like someone else in the class?”
 
> “Yep, If you want to stay in this class, that is. I’d recommend Octavia, she’s the best we got”
“I’m not kicked out?”
> “Not if you get a tutor for tomorrow”
“Tomorrow?!”
> “Yep. Octavia’s class is 2 doors down the hall. Good luck”
>You blink in silence as the teacher simply stares back at you
“Seriously?”
> “5 minutes left”
>Looking around hurriedly, you dash out the door and head to the directed classroom
>Reaching the classroom, you find Octavia sitting rather politely in a far corner
>You move up to her and try to remain calm and think of something to say
> “You don’t know how to play the violin, do you?”
>She turns to you with a cool expression on her face, making you jump a little
>It was weird, but you felt as though her face would be rather soft except for those eyes
>They should by all rights have been soft as well, but she did something to make them look...
>Piercing, sharp, quick, hunting, the list could go on
> “Hello? Are you there? I assume you wanted something from me”
>Turns out, you had become lost in her expression and looked like an idiot
“Yeah, uh, it turns out I don’t know how to play the violin”
> “I gathered that. What do you want of me, exactly?”
“Well, you seem to be good, do you think you could tutor me?”
> “What would I get in return?”
>Crap, you were broke and had nothing she would want
“Um...a nice warm fuzzy feeling?”
>She cocks an eyebrow at you, but otherwise doesn’t change her expression in the least
>You sigh and turn around, hoping to find some other student before the day ended
> “Wait”
>You stop and turn around, shock settling in from the small voice
>Octavia seemed slightly conflicted, she flexed one small hand with a calm, dexterous motion
> “I think...I think there is a way you can pay me”
>This was the lucky break you had been waiting for
>It would have been nicer earlier, but you gotta roll with the punches
 
“Great! You name it, and I’m on it”
>You get down on your knees and get closer to her desk
> “Well...I would like you to-”
>She seemed hesitant to tell you what it was, leading your mind to more lewd places
>Dammit, if you got an erection now, she might retract her offer
> “I’d like you to take me to a party”
>You blink a bit and look down at her desk before returning to her face
“...Like a date?”
>She blushes a bit, taken aback by your comment, before straightening herself out
> “Of course not. It would just be as teacher and pupil”
>She places a finger on her chin and furrows her brow slightly
>It strikes you that she looked fairly pretty when she was in thought
> “Or like friends, in a way”
“Well, sure, do you know about one?”
> “That would be your job”
>You wanted to tell her that it would be impossible to find a party that quick
>Then you remembered that there was a rather convenient party later tonight
“Well, there is one tonight”
>She quickly scribbled down on a scrap piece of paper before neatly folding it
> “This is my address and phone number”
>You reach for it, but she pulls away and seems to hesitate before grabbing your wrist
>Her soft hand squeezed tight against yours, a grip of fear rather than intimidation
>Those dull violet eyes held more to them just cold indifference, you thought as you looked at them now
> “I trust you will not misuse them?”
“I would never dream of it”
>She lets go of your wrist and hands you the paper before reorganizing her desk space
> “Good. Now, what time will the party be?”
“Should be around seven, I’ll come pick you up then”
> “Class starts in two minutes, by the way”
>Standing up in a bustle, you frantically look around the room, almost full now
>Bolting out of the room you chase after your own class, hoping to not be late
>It appears that luck had run it’s course and left
 
>You sat in your car and turned the car, hearing the familiar rattle as it started up
>It really shouldn’t rattle like that, but you were poor, so it was the best you could do on a budget
>The car shook a little with the engine’s hum as you drive down the road
>At a stoplight, you once again check the address on the neatly folded paper
>For being a fast scribble before class, the penmanship was magnificent compared to yours
>Checking the light, it turns green and you start off again towards Octavia’s house
>Something was off about the address however
>It said that Octavia lived in a neighborhood with some long name you couldn’t pronounce
>You pull in to see several rows of large houses, each different from the others
>Finally, you reach an elegant post you guess was there mailbox
>It was mostly a guess because of the sheer artistry of the thing
>Octavia appeared quite wealthy, to say the least
>You walk up to the door and ring the bell, which rested in an oak casing
>A low tone repeated with a softer echo from inside the house followed by light footsteps
>The door opened and a middle aged woman wearing a pair of spectacles answered it
“Hello ma’am I’m-”
> “You must be the boy Octy discussed?”
>The way she used that pet named seemed foreign
>You wanted to laugh at the fact such a serious girl had a pet name like that
“Well, yes, I think, I’m here-”
> “You think, or do you know? I don’t want my daughter wasting time on a fool”
“Well, I’m not-”
> “How can you know if you’re a fool?”
“You asked me and-”
> “So it’s my fault now?”
“N-no ma’am I just-”
 
>Rapid footsteps come alongside your voice as someone quickly descends the stairs
> “Mother, stop interrogating him”
>Octavia stopped at the foot of the steps, her hand resting on the wooden post
> “Well dear, if he’s taking you out for the evening, I want to know that he won’t be stupid enough to try anything”
>It’s always nice to know you made a good first impression
>As Octavia approached behind her mother, you realized they looked very much alike
>There was a clear difference in the skin, age lines and such, and also in their hair
>Octavia’s mother wore hers up into a rather business like bun, while Octavia wore it down
>Aside from that, there was little difference in the well dressed women
>Wait, did she say taking out?
“Hello Octavia, ready to go?”
>Octavia looks to her mother who sighs before looking to you with cold and narrowed eyes
> “If anything happens to her, I will hold you accountable”
>It was a rather common threat, but the way she spoke it made you swallow hard
“Yes ma’am”
>She glares at you a second before softening up and leaving, giving a slight nod to both of you
> “Well? Are we leaving?”
>You turned to Octavia and noticed the expression she held in class was somewhat different
>She seemed off in some small way
“Are you nervous?”
> “Of course not. Is this outfit alright for the evening?”
>She seemed to avoid the question, but you were distracted by her question
>Looking over her body, you notice that she was wearing a button up the front shirt
>One with frills and, much more importantly, clung to her busty chest
>The fabric pulled down tight on her chest, but seemed to have been fitted for that purpose
>Her skirt was plain with it coming down a modest length and ending around her knees
>You felt like you were in some elegant romance novel just looking at her
>And here you were, dressed in some jeans and an old t-shirt you choose from a pile
“Yeah, that’s actually a little dressed up”
 
> “I do have more revealing clothes, if that is what’s required”
>She seemed to blush, but held almost no reservations in her voice about it
>You wondered how far she would go to attend this party, but decided against it
>Besides, her mother might see her and have you sent to the chair
“No, no, that looks lovely”
>She nods in seeming acceptance of the compliment and moves past you
>If it were anyone else, it would have been a rather rude move against you
>However, the plain elegance she did it with changed the look of it
>This party was going to be different, that’s for sure
>She walks up to your car and touches a finger to it before lifting it up and inspecting it
> “This is your car?”
“Yeah, why?”
>She turns to you, holding up the finger smudged with dirt from the car door
“Well, we’re not all rich you know”
> “I am well aware of that, but this seems downright dangerous”
“Tell you what, if the car breaks down, I’ll let you tell me I’m wrong”
> “I’d do that anyway”
“Listen, it may not look well, but the car is stable”
>You hit down on the roof and the hood of your car unhooks itself and raises slightly
“We won’t die, alright?”
> “Very well then, I trust you”
>Opening the door she sat down and did her seat belt before placing her hands in her lap
>She looked forward out the windshield as she waited for you to do the same
> “How long is this party supposed to last?”
“Well, until we decide to leave, I guess”
>You start up the car and pull away towards the next destination, the party at Pinkie’s house
>Well, it wasn’t so much hers as it was her parents
>Rumor has it she just sleeps in the 2nd floor of sugarcube corner
>You pull into the neighborhood she lived in, a far off home that rested at the edge of town
>It was a modest home, almost barren compared to the lavish home of Octavia
 
>Both of you get out and head up towards the door of the house when something hits you
“Wait, is this your first party ever?”
> “No, I’ve attended several”
>You sigh with relief and continue up the steps before realizing an easy confusion
“Were they all family related?”
> “Yes, why?”
>Your head falls forward and you take a deep breath
“This is going to be fairly different”
> “How so? It’s still a gathering yes?”
“Well, sort of, but it’s more...lively”
> “Ah, so there will be dancing”
“Yes there will, it’s pretty common at Pinkie Pie parties”
> “Ah, I am well versed in several types of dancing”
>You just stare at her as she looks to the ground before bringing her hand up to her chin
> “I’m going to assume they won’t dance the way I do then?”
“No, probably not. Do you know what type of dancing they do?”
> “I’ve heard of grinding. Could you show me what that is?”
>Several thoughts, mostly very lewd images, flash into your brain
>You were about to interject when a loud crash came as the house door was thrown open
>Out strode Pinkie, a large smile on her face as usual and a drink in her hand
> “Hey Anon! You came! Who’s that with you?”
“Hey Pinkie, this is Octavia”
> “Hello new friend, welcome to the party!”
>Octavia looks to you and then back to Pinkie before speaking up in a slightly raised voice
> “Pleased to meet you”
>Octavia moves closer to you and eyes Pinkie as she returns to the party inside
> “Is that her real name? Not some crude nick name, I hope”
“No, what would it-”
>You realize the rather childish implication Octavia made
>It was more of a let down than anything else, she had seemed so high class before
> “Good, now let us enter”
>She looks to you as you walk beside her, with her always staying a step or two behind
 
>It felt like you were some jungle guide, leading some royal on an adventure
>You felt pretty brave, until you got into the party itself
>The noise, as you probably should have expected, was almost deafening
>Some blue haired girl, Vinyl you think her name is, was blaring some techno from the corner
>There was large spots of people scattered around the house, the largest around the DJ
>In that crowd, everybody was dancing in a very energetic heap of writhing bodies
>Even the DJ seemed to be grinding on the turntables, unless that was involved in the music
>You were a bit mystified by the group, so much so that you forgot about Octavia
>It turns out she was just as interested as you, albeit for different reasons
> “Is that what ‘grinding’ is?”
“Well, yeah”
>She sounded a bit offput, but a hint of something else was in her tone and eyes
>It was sounded like she was a bit intrigued, more than general curiosity
> “Well, what else is there to do here?”
>Maybe you had misread her, at least for now
“We can go get some drinks”
> “Very well”
>You lead her to the kitchen towards the back of the home, passing several kissing teens
>Several times, she seemed overwhelmed by the writhing mass of bodies and get lost
> “People come here for fun?”
“Well, most come here for the drinks”
> “Such as?”
>You debated whether or not Octavia would rat out the party for having booze
>Pinkie usually had pretty tame stuff, but would sometimes bust out some harder stuff
>Another rumor about her was that she got hard cider from that blonde friend of hers
>Deciding that she must want to act cool, you figure you can tell her
“There’s some beer, maybe some harder stuff”
> “Any wine?”
>She took that a great deal better than you had guessed
“Maybe? Mostly beer though”
> “A shame. Well, lead on”
 
>Both of you arrive in the kitchen to find a small crowd inside of it
>Working your way in with Octavia in tow, you reach the counter where the drinks were stored
>Pouring yourself a drink, you let Octavia look over and choose her own drink
> “What would you recommend?”
>Looking over the drinks available, there was no non-alcoholic drinks
“Can you handle beer?”
> “I’ve had heavier things than that, though I should have something light”
>The prospect that such a refined lady was saying beer was ‘light’ for her made you blink
“Beer it is then”
>You pour Octavia a drink, which she sniffs before frowning and taking a drink
> “What a poor taste”
>Rolling your eyes, you take a drink as well and lower the cup in time to see it
>A blue haired idiot attempting to hit on Octavia
>He slicked his hair back with his hand and uttered some clearly corny line to her
>She seemed disinterested until he put a hand on her shoulder
>You take a step closer to tell him to back off, but then she does something a surprising
>Placing two fingers on his neck, she pulls him close and whispers into his ear
>At first he smiles, but then he face goes pale and he pulls away, fear covering his face
>He dashes away, bumping into several people as Octavia takes a drink
>You come closer to her and she turns to face you, the same cool expression on her face
“What did you say to him?”
> “Do you really want to know?”
>She looks to you with eyes that suggest it would be a better world not knowing
“Um, nevermind. So, what do you want to do now?”
> “That would, again, be your job”
>Sighing, you place your hand onto your face and drag it down before taking a drink
“I normally hang until someone, typically Pinkie, gives us something to-”
>Pinkie suddenly appeared over Octavia’s right shoulder, a large grin on her face
> “How’s everybody doing?”
 
>Octavia stiffens up before slowly turning her head, now with widened eyes, to see Pinkie
“Hey Pinkie, what’s up?”
>Pinkie smiled into Octavia face as Octavia slowly returned to her cool expression
>Eventually, She brushed her off of her shoulder and stepped to your side
> “You are the host of this party?”
>Pinkie smiles and does a somewhat mocking bow before standing up again
> “That I am! And you’re Octavia, the violin player!”
“Do you know each other?”
> “Nope! I know her because she goes to the school!”
>You squint at Pinkie, attempting to discern if she was serious or not
>The large smile on her face gave away nothing, it was like a parallel version of Octavia’s
> “Anyway, follow me!”
>Pinkie grabs both of your hands and pulls you both along through the party
>Despite the heavy bustle, everyone seems to allow Pinkie through with ease
>Pinkie throws her head back, somehow managing to dodge any hazards in her way
> “So, I noticed that you guys came in here together, you going out”
>Stepping over a fallen party goer, you answer her back loudly to be heard over the music
“No, we’re just, uh, friends”
> “Yes, just two friends visiting a party”
>You shoot Octavia a look that told her that you could handle this
>Her face seemed to doubt this assurance, despite her being new to the environment
>Suddenly you both jolt forward as Pinkie comes to an abrupt halt in front of a door
> “We’re here!”
“Where is here?”
> “The guest room, silly!”
>With one quick motion, she opens the door wide open and pushes both of you in
“Gah! Pinkie, what’re you doing?”
>She grabs the door and starts to close the door with a key shining in her handle
 
> “All the couples who enter are subject to 7 minutes in heaven! Duh!”
>The door clicks shut and a lock is heard over the din of the party as it clicks in place
“Uh, Pinkie?”
>Silence aside from the loud music is heard on the other end of the door
>You turn to Octavia who seems lost in thought before she turns to look at you as well
> “What’s ‘seven minutes in heaven’? I swear I’ve heard about it before”
>Turning to the door you dash up there and grab the handle to check if it was locked
> “No leaving yet silly!”
>Thumping your head against the door, you hear Octavia stand up behind you
> “Anon? Do you not know either?”
>Looking back to her, you see her sit down on the guest bed and cross her legs
“No, I know what it is”
> “Well? You’re supposed to be telling me about parties tonight”
>Looking back and forth, you sit in an open seat and rub your hands together
“You sure you want to know?”
> “I’m not some fool, I can handle whatever childish game this is”
“Trust me, it’s not childish”
> “So it’s mature? Some test of endurance, or something more intelligent?”
“Well, more mature, not that intelligent and more of a test of speed”
>She squints at you with doubtful eyes as she tries to decipher your meaning
> “Will you stop being so fickle and just tell me what they want us to do?”
“Well, they want us to...”
>You drift off, looking over Octavia’s waiting and highly attractive body
> “To what?”
“...To get intimate”
> “Exactly how intimate?”
“Very”
>She looks down in contemplation as she silently thinks about something
>You hoped that it wasn’t about how to kill you for this game
 
>Pinkie usually was a fairly good host, but sometimes she could be rather pushy
>In your head, you made a mental note to remind her what personal boundaries were
> “Alright then, at the very least we should give them an illusion”
“Yeah I’m sorry-wait, what?”
> “Well this is my first party, should I give the impression that I’m cold?”
>You bite your tongue to keep from saying that she was as cold as ice
“You don’t need to do that though”
>She stands up and gives you a rather condescending look for someone who'd never been to a party before
> “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, I-”
>She takes her hand and undoes the top button of her clean white shirt
“Well, I mean-”
>Continuing downward, the buttons unfasten themselves and reveal more and more skin
“You, uh, what was I saying”
>Transfixed you watched as she lets her chest breathe more and more until the shirt is open
>You opened your mouth to speak, but found no words to describe the situation
>Octavia wore a very fine looking black silk bra, clinging to her cleavage with care
>Working off the shirt, she tosses onto the bed behind her and adjusts her chest slightly
>After that, she places her hands on her hips before speaking in a shockingly direct manner
> “Come here”
>Assured mentally that any possible outcome would be good for you, you do as she asks
> “Stop”
>It was like you were a child, playing simon says, you followed her orders more out of awe than fear
>She takes a step forward and eyes you up with her right hand on her chin
>Taking her hand off her chin, she closes your stupidly open mouth and feels around your pants
> “You are wearing underwear, yes?”
>Nodding she quickly undoes the fly of your jeans before unfastening the button as well
>Pulling your pants down she paces away from you to your right
> “Now, on the bed”
>Quickly you hop into a sitting position on the bed and look to where she stood
 
>She looks to the door and then checks the clock hanging on the wall near it
“So, uh, first time?”
>She snaps out of thinking and looks to you, the same calm expression on her face
> “You mean to a party? Yes, I told you it was”
“N-no, I meant are you a...”
>You drift off hoping she catches the drift
>Evidently she doesn’t, making you ask the dreaded question
“A virgin?”
> “Oh, that, yes”
>Well that went over a lot smoother than you had planned it
>Just talking with Octavia made you feel like a ballroom dancer of social grace
“You mean you’re not even a little scared?”
> “Why should I? I’m very good at acting. Though, I am a little worried about your ability”
>Acting? Your ability?
>What in the hell was she talking about
> “Alright, now hold still”
>You were about to ask ‘what?’ when she began walking towards you
>Even though the way she walked was her normal, graceful walk, it couldn’t have been sexier
> “Lie back a moment, if you would please”
>Well, at least she used a please this time
>Not that you wouldn’t have done it anyway, but the thought was nice
>Falling back against the couch, you tilt your head to view what she was doing
>You push yourself up on your elbows to get a better view just as it happens
>Octavia sticks her thumbs into the rim of her skirt and slowly pulls them down
>Lifting her legs up, she takes it off completely before folding up and placing on the bedside table
>Moving back towards you, she sizes up your body before climbing on the bed
>Each leg was on either side of you, her legs somehow warmer than yours
> “Okay, I think you can sit up now”
>You want to, but all the energy seemed to be sapped out of you by the view you got
>A small waterfall of obsidian hair fell over her shoulder onto your chest, lightly touching it
>Her eyes were a cool violet that seemed to be alive with color as the most polished amethysts
 
>The black bra on her chest seemed to breathe along with it, cradling it softly
>You note that the bra had some intricate embroidery on it as well, making it’s high price clear
>Her skin was clear of any blemish, not so much as a goosebump was on it’s surface
>Soft jets of breath came out of her nose, tickling your chest with the pseudo breeze
> “Well?”
“Uh, sorry, forgot”
>She looks down at you doubtfully before looking down at her exposed cleavage
> “This is hardly enough of a distraction, my breasts can’t be that enchanting”
>You snap your eyes up to hers and return the look of doubt
“Your naked and crawling over me, forgive me for being a bit awestruck”
> “Just try to stay focused. Now, sit up”
>She pulls up, allowing you to sit up with her still straddling you closely
>Her crotch was rubbing against your own, the warmth of it bleeding through her panties
>Not having noticed them much before, they seemed to a be a matching set to the bra
>Adjusting a little to find a more comfortable spot, she rubbed against you a little
>Her small hands pushed delicately against your shoulders as she moved
>The rubbing, however, awakened something else inside of you
>Pressed against your waist and rising, the rubbing seemed to interest your lower self
> “Alright, this seems to be a good position-”
>She abruptly ended her words and tossed her head around before looking down
>After a second or two, a wave of fear swept over you as her expression changed
>Looking to your face, it was a mix of disappointment and condescension
> “A bit eager?”
“Again, naked and on top of me”
> “I’m not surprised this time, I know that-”
>She stops and looks back down a worried expression coming over her face now
> “It-it’s still growing?”
>She sounded a bit scared, an odd change of pace from her previous appearance
>Looking back up, a slimmer of surprise and worry was there but quickly removed
 
>Closing her eyes in concentration, she seemed to gather herself and squeezed your shoulders
“Um, are you alright?”
> “I’m fine, I was just...surprised by the size was all”
>You were not one to gloat, but a smile spread on your face from the compliment
> “Oh please, it wasn’t meant to be a compliment. I wouldn’t let it go to your head”
“Well it already has”
> “Fine. Just try not to get too excited”
“For wha-”
>Taking her arms around you, she pulls your head in between her large breasts
>You attempt to say something but your voice is muffled by the rather pleasant obstruction
>After a while you give in and wrap your arms around Octavia’s hips
>Pulling her close, you try and savor every second of this silken covered moment
> “Enjoying yourself? I don’t understand boy’s fascination with breasts”
>You nod in between her chest, the thin band of silk keeping you from moving further in
> “There just there, it must be painful to have them there with all those revealing tops and such”
>Sighing softly, the warmth of her chest washes over your face
> “They’re not even very descriptive, not many words to them is there?”
>This time, you shake your head no, a slower form of motorboating really
> “Of course I have rubbed them while I masturbate, perhaps there’s something there”
>You start to nod but then try to pull away at the realization of what she just admitted
>Below, your other head was further incented to rise
> “Oh please, of course I masturbate, I know that you do it as well. More than me, likely”
>Letting your head rest again on the large silk draped pillows, you agree in your thoughts
> “You know, it’s a great stress reliever. I recommend doing it before any recitals, I do”
>Your eyes widen inside the dark crevice of her chest at the thought of her masturbating
 
> “My, are these words really enticing to you? I feel your penis throb everytime I speak”
>A large swallow rolls down your throat as your body tenses up
> “It must be obnoxious, having such a large body part be so embarrassing”
>Her voice was a cool whisper in your ear at this point
>The way she spoke made it impossible to tell if she was teasing you or not
> “I guess I have my breasts, being watched by wandering eyes...like yours?”
>She had asked you a question and you knew you should respond
>But how do you answer a question like that?
>Defeatedly, you nod in her breasts, admittedly a nice place to admit something like it
> “Yes, I’ve heard they’re nice ones. I must admit I’ve peeked at your embarrassing part as well”
“Wait what?”
>Your muffled question was lost as the door suddenly flew open quite carelessly
> “Surprise! Times up!”
>Pinkie tosses another couple on the floor before moving over to the bed
> “Come on love birds! No time for love with no glove!”
>Octavia lets go of your head and hops off the bed, dusting herself off gracefully
>Stunned, you sit up and shake your head as several things fight for your attention
“Wait, what the hell is going on?”
>You look to the excited couple on the floor, already making out happily where they lay
>Standing up, you start to dress yourself again as Octavia does the same
>Not surprisingly though, she was a great deal calmer about it than you
>Both of you are forced out the room hurriedly by Pinkie before she locks the door
> “Just friends...Ha! I got a sense for these things you know!”
“Do you have to be so excited about everything?”
> “Why not?”
>She bounced away, managing to once again avoid any obstacles on her merry way
>It was a little creepy, how in sync with the party she was
>A thought snaps back into your head and you turn to Octavia
“Okay, what was the last thing you said?”
 
>She places a hand on your chest and moves up towards your ear and whispers
> “It would only make you self conscious, now, let’s enjoy ourselves before practice”
>It seems that the confusion of the party had wiped clean the fact there was a reason for this
>But then something else comes to you
“Wait, tonight?”
> “Well, after this party of course. What game do you usually play?”
>Thinking back to your last couple of parties, you try to remember the games you played
>In the past, you normally played drinking games that left you fairly tipsy
>That, or downright drunk off your rocker
>You search around for a game she can play and remain sober
>Finding a group of other sitting down, you approach and try to see what they’re doing
> “Anon, I believe they’re playing a game in the kitchen over there”
>Quickly grabbing her hand again, you guide her into the small circle of teenagers
>How bad could whatever they played possibly be?
> “Okay, time to play spin the bottle!”
>God dammit Pinkie, why do you have no sensible games?
>Pinkie moves to center and hurriedly places a green glass bottle on the ground
> “Now, the rule usually go whoever spins first kisses first-”
>She looks at an obnoxiously large pink wristwatch covered in flair before putting it down
> “-But since I’m super-duper busy right now, it’s last one sitting down!”
>You look to Octavia, who silently stares up at Pinkie as she looks around the circle
>As far as you remembered, she was the last one to sit down
>Suddenly, a very sophisticated and female voice speaks up from the other end
> “I believe I was the last to sit down, Pinkie”
>It was the lithe girl across from both of you wearing a nice looking purple dress
> “Oh, hi Rarity! Alright then, time to spin!”
>Pinkie spins the bottle at an almost unnatural speed before it begins to slow down
>She bounces away happily as you silently thank the girl for alleviating you of worry for Octavia
 
>However, you start to change the tune of the prayers to ones of wishing as the bottle slows down
>As the bottles clicks to it’s stop, you see that it starts to fall upon you
>Rarity looks to you with excited eyes, evidently thrilled to play such a game
>But then, the bottle slides just a smidge farther than you had guessed it would
>And stops with it’s tip pointed towards Octavia
>Rarity awkwardly laughs with a few others as several guys elbow their friends
>They small group of previously uninterested party goers now started to gather round for a view
>It seems as though that luck was against you
>Still, two cute girls kissing can’t be all that bad a situation to be in
>Rarity stands up and moves over to Octavia, kneeling down in front of her
> “I’m sorry if this is not in your style dear”
>Octavia rolls her eyes making Rarity cock an eyebrow at her
> “I think it’s you that cares more than I do”
>Several oohs rang out in the crowd as Rarity blushed at the forward insult
> “Well then, if you don’t care so much, you do it!”
>Octavia blinks once before shrugging and pulling Rarity’s face into her own
>Loud cheers seemed to be in the distance as you stared at the rather close scene taking place
>It wasn’t just a small peck, which was what most people had expected, it was lip embrace
>Rarity’s eyes went wide before closing as her body seemed to melt under Octavia’s kiss
>Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the event unfolded
>Rarity’s cheeks become flushed before Octavia tugs her hair back, forcing her off
>A small trail of saliva bridges between their lips momentarily before snapping
>Lifting a hand to her red cheek Rarity stutters out a small laugh before fainting
> “Lightweight”
>Dusting off her chest she looks at you and then to the busily talking crowd
> “What are they so amazed by? That was the point of the game, yes?”
 
“Well, yeah, but not with other girls”
>She looks to Rarity twitching and half giggling on the ground while being fanned by another girl
>Then to the crowd of others and awestruck teenagers sitting in the circle and beyond
> “I think I can see why”
“Come on, lets go”
>You grab her wrist and pull for her to follow both of you away from the group
> “Was that it? What a short game”
“Uh yeah, once you kiss someone you’re out”
> “I don’t think that’s really how it’s played”
>She tugs back, making you stop in between crowds of people as she stands her ground
> “You wouldn’t be trying to get me home would you?”
“No, of course not, it’s just that the party’s dying down and-”
> “I’m sorry what was that? I can’t hear you over the volume of the music”
“Alright, fine, so I’m trying to get you out of here. Do you really want to stay?”
> “I believe if you are to receive tutoring I should at least get to choose our exit time”
“But what about your mother? She’ll kill me if you’re out doing the stuff that goes on here”
>She moves in close, her breath somehow felt over the oppressive sense of youth in the air
>Placing an index finger on your chest she raises her head towards yours
> “I am capable of dealing with my own mother. Now, show me a good time already”
“But-”
> “Do you want me to tutor you?”
“Yes, but-”
> “I have played in world renowned halls, my tutorship should cost somewhere in the thousands”
>You gulp and decide to let her speak, it wasn’t threatening despite her tone
>It by all means should have been, but something about her face just seemed so pleasant
> “But I don’t take tutors, it cuts into my time and is often a waste of my time in general”
“So then why are you tutoring me?”
> “Because I wanted to go to a party”
“Yeah but-”
> “Do you really want to ask more questions?”
 
>Thinking about it, you look around the crowd, no one seeming to notice you being held hostage
“Fine. What do you want to play?”
> “You choose, you’re the experienced one here. And, anon?”
“Yeah?”
>She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second before opening her eyes
> “I’m trying my best here, thank you for being patient”
“Your humanity is showing”
> “I’m not that drunk anon, not yet anyway”
>She pulls you along the wrist back towards the kitchen against your will
>Upon reaching there, she gets both of you two new cups of beer and hands you yours
“Did you say not yet?”
> “Not important. Now, find something for the both of us to do”
>Wanting to object, you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes to mind
>Looking around, you try to assess which game would be the least likely to get her drunk
>Beer pong might work, she must have good aim but then again so could her opponent
>You’d be able to think clearer if it weren’t for this damn music
>Suddenly the idea comes to you
>It was a risky one, but it might work for putting her in a leaving mood
“How about dancing?”
> “Dancing?”
>Taking her hand again, you guide her through the crowd until you were close to the crowd
>Following the beat, the writhing mass of teenagers shook and shuddered to the music
>The DJ bounced and cheered over the music, making the crowd even more excited
>Just the sight of the mob made you reconsider if it was worth going in
>You look to Octavia and hope to gauge some reaction from her
>She looked confused, a change in her face at least and it had a chance of being negative
> “I see now why they have alcohol at these functions”
“Do you not want to dance then?”
>She looked to you and then back to the mass a took a heavy drink of her cup
> “I suppose there’s no reason not to”
>Despite the acceptance, she didn’t make a move towards the group, looking at you instead
 
> “You are going to show me how to do, right?”
>This was turning out much differently than you had expected it to
“Well, you just, uh”
>It turns out that telling someone who has never danced how to do it, it’s hard to just say
>Looking around, rather worried at this point, you became fed up
“Just do what everyone else is doing, follow the music”
> “I have danced before, but it usually requires a partner to work”
>She cocks her head towards you and gestures to the mass of moving bodies
>Once again sighing, you move towards the crowd with Octavia trailing behind you
>Reaching the undefined edge of the crowd you began to move along with the flow of the group
>The music seemed to enchant it’s small audience here, making their moves go through them
>It was almost as if the music summoned up these movements from the mob
>But why on Earth would it manifest into something so lewd as just rubbing against each other
>You continued to dance as Octavia awkwardly stood on the outside
>She just observed you and how you danced, a cold feeling of observation coming over you
>After a while she moves towards you and mimics the movements of other girls
>It was almost as if she had done this before, just a little hesitant for some reason
>Though her face remained the same, something about the surrounding changed it
>Her violet eyes seemed more vibrant as they opened and closed with slow changes
>In the rare moments where your bodies would touch, it felt oddly natural and welcome
>Her shirt, once seen as out of place, now looked perfect as she danced beside you
>Following the beat, but carrying a unique look, her hands moved over her own body
>Like she was playing some fast paced piece, her lithe fingers danced over her luscious curves
>She traced her torso and rear several times over as you looked on in a trance
>You continued to dance near her, but the music became a buzz and the others bled away
 
>Eventually, the mix changes and something comes over your mind
>Reaching out, you join her private dance, intruding in on it’s seamless harmony
>However, despite the suddenness of the touch, she doesn’t react against it
>Instead, she lets your touch come over her as well, her hands joining yours in their arcs
>The heat of the party could be felt on the cloth covering her, every inch of it calling out to you
>She spun in front of you, letting you touch of inch of her body with free reign
>After what seemed like only a few moments, Octavia stopped dancing and pulled you close
> “I think now would be a good time to leave”
>Your immediate thought was to tell her no, that you wanted to stay here forever
>Realizing that might be the booze or the nauseating scent of sweaty hormonal teens
>Octavia moves away from you, and you follow close behind still in a daze
>She bobbed and weaved through the flowing body of the party and it’s small crowds
>The party was smaller than when you had entered, but still a substantial size
>Eventually, you get to the entrance and Octavia reaches for the doorknob before Pinkie appears
> “You’re not leaving early, are you?”
>Octavia looks to you and Pinkie does the same
>Instead of speaking, you just open and close your mouth a lot before Octavia spoke up
> “We have a prior engagement”
>Pinkie eyes Octavia closely, bringing her face in close with one eye wide open
>After an awkward few second, she snaps away with a large smile on her face again
> “Okie dokey loki! Have fun!”
>She bounces into a large group with ease and disappears into it
> “Come on, we have practice to do”
>Octavia grabs your wrist and pulls you into the cool night air
>Wait a minute...
“What time is it?”
>She checks her phone and puts it away as you both stand near the door
> “It’s around 10:00 P.M.”
“We were there for 3 hours?”
> “Apparently so, we should get home so we can study for the rest of the night”
 
 
“What about school in the the morning?”
> “...Anon it’s Friday”
>The truth of the statement hits you and you try to lift your hand to your head
>Only to feel Octavia’s grip keep it in place near her side
“Can I have my hand back?”
> “Hm? Oh, of course, sorry about that”
>She lets go, though something was in her voice, a subtle something that she clearly hid well
“Right, so how long do you plan on practising?”
> “How long do you think you can stay up?”
>Octavia was a rather cold shoulder kind of girl, the idea of being in official environment was a little scary
“I’m not sure, I might have to do something-”
>She draws close to you, getting in your face and making you freeze in place
> “Do you want me to tutor you or not?”
“Well, yes, of course I do”
> “Then we will study as long as we can, spending the night at my house if we must”
>You blinked at that last promise out of shock
>Something about the way she worded it, maybe not her tone, seemed...
>There were many words for it, some of them good, many were bad
“If we have to”
>She paused, lingering near your face a little while, letting the violet pools of her eyes hypnotise you
>Those eyes, they reflected the girl herself very well
>But something about them seemed to vary from Octavia in a small way
>It looked like her eyes were once a young and naive girl’s eyes, whereas Octavia didn’t
>Her body seemed like it had always been a young woman, the curves defined near perfectly
>She pulls away from you, breaking the small trance she had held you in
>A look of confidence seemed to flash over her, as if she knew that you just thought of her
>Turning around she moves towards your car with a sort of seductiveness to her gait
>Following her, you get in the car and start it up but don’t leave
 
>Instead, you just sit there in silence for a bit before turning to Octavia
“So, about the party...”
>Octavia cocks her head and turns toward you, a curtain of obsidian hair moving with it
> “Yes?”
“I’m not going to...get in trouble for all that lewd stuff, will I?”
> “Why would you? I hardly consider it an eye opener. I do have access to the internet anon”
>The implication here was that Octavia watched porn
>It was like Stalin saying he loved the people of Ukraine
> “Anon? Is there something else you wanted to ask me?”
>You wanted to ask her if she was doing what she considered to be flirting, but thought better
>The last thing you needed was her thinking you were coming onto her already
>Pulling out into the street, a silence fills the car which seems awkward only to you, apparently
>Octavia looks out the window, in a rather bored looking way until she decides to speak up
> “Speaking of the party, did you have fun?”
>Thinking back, your mind immediately goes to the scandalous moments with Octavia
“Yeah. You?”
> “I had a lovely time. I can’t wait for the next one”
“Next one?”
> “Yes, I assume you know when it will be?”
>You go quiet and she turns away from the window and again faces you
> “Did you think it would be one party for all of our lessons?”
“All of them?”
> “You will require a great deal of work anon”
>You focus on the road and silently hope that Octavia meant that in a nice way
>Worst case, it was an insult, best case was she wanted to do more of those party games
>You forced your thoughts away from the latter, lest you were unable to get out of the car
>Arriving at Octavia’s neighborhood, you breathe a sigh of relief
>Just a little too loudly
> “Something wrong?”
 
“No, just glad to be out of that party”
> “I thought you said you had fun?”
“I did but it was very-”
>You grip the steering wheel tightly and think back to Octavia’s body pressed against yours
>Then to the sight of her and Rarity’s lips connected in a deep kiss
>And finally, the sight of her body shaking in front of you and rubbing against both of you
“-Tense”
> “I felt rather at ease. Was it because of the games?”
>Looking to her and then the road in silence, you try to come up with and answer
“Yeah, it was”
> “I don’t see why. I saw you naked and I’m not freaked out or anything”
“Well, maybe you look better naked”
>Dammit, that sounded way smoother in your head then it did out loud
>She blushes momentarily and looks out the window in an effort to hide it
> “I was no more attractive than you”
>It seemed like it should be bashful, but it sounded way to sure to be a courtesy
“Trust me, you look amazing”
>She coughed and straightened out her skirt, visibly uncomfortable with the compliment
> “Well, thank you. I typically receive praise for other things than my looks”
“You say that like you can’t be both pretty and talented”
>Why did you have to say that?
>It looks like you’re hitting on her, not a good move for an aspiring student to do
> “I suppose you’re right.”
>You roll down your window to get some fresh air as a silence comes over you both
> “Though do keep in mind flattery will get you nowhere talent wise”
>Nice to know she was still the friendly girl you knew deep down
>Finally, you arrive at Octavia’s house and come to a stop
“So, what’re we doing now?”
> “We are going to practice as I said”
>She stepped out of the car and you followed, moving around the car and catching up
>Getting closer, you see a very fancifully written not taped onto the oaken door
>Octavia reaches it first and snatches it off, quickly reading the text in silence
 
“What’s it say?”
> “There was an emergency with my family. They’ve left for the night.”
“Oh, I guess I’ll come by tomorrow-”
>As you turn to leave, you feel the stern grip of Octavia’s hand on your shoulder
> “I didn’t say you could leave”
“Could? I thought I was a student”
> “You are MY student. If you fail to show improvement quickly, it looks poorly on me”
>Octavia loosens the grip on your shoulder and takes a step closer to you
> “I...also enjoy your company”
>A small smile comes to your face at the last remark
>She was an incredibly refined and proper young lady, almost to an extreme
>But damn if she wasn’t cute when she was embarrassed
“Alright, as long as your parents won’t mind”
> “They won’t. Now, come inside and we can begin”
>Odd how she could just snap back into her professional persona like that
>Still, even without the little blushes on her cheeks she was beautiful
>Following her inside, you get a closer look at the glimpse you got of her home hours ago
>It certainly wasn’t a humble home, with large decorations all around you
>There were statues everywhere and even a large harp far off to your right
>You were momentarily caught in awe of the sheer cost this place must have had
> “Are you coming upstairs or not?”
>Looking over, you see Octavia standing partially up the steps to the next floor of the home
>There was no creaking in the solidly built wooden steps
>In fact, you felt a little bad for walking on something that probably cost more than your car
>Following Octavia, you eventually reach a rather plain, in comparison to the others, door
> “This is my room, as well as where we shall practice”
>Opening up the door, she ushers you in and you are again left in shock
> “It has soundproof walls with an attached closet and bathroom”
 
>She locks the door behind you and places the key in a drawer near her massive bed
>The covers of the bed were a thick and comfortable down, though the room was already hot
> “My apologies for the temperature, we’re getting a new heating system installed tomorrow”
>You sit down on the bed and drink in the rather wealthy and warm feeling of the room
>The walls were a cool blue and had finely engraved white borders
>Something in the room gave off the scent of lavender, a scent you somehow recognised
>Around the room was very little furniture or decorations, a spartan appearance to the rest of the house
> “Excuse me while I change clothes, this is far too warm for how long we will be here”
>At first you thought she was insulting you, but then it struck what she meant as she moved to a door
>Opening it up revealed a large closet full of several clothes, ranging from dresses to t-shirts
>After moving in, she pauses slightly and turns back to you
> “I hope you’ll be a gentleman and wait for me”
“Of course, take your time”
>She nods and closes the door to her closet behind her
>Well, almost closes it, but leaves a sizeable gap into it and giving you a decent view
>At first the thought to look away and be the gentleman she apparently assumed you were
>But then came that little voice in your head, the one with the devil horns
>She won’t know, how could she?
>The voice with little angel wing and a pipe cleaner halo also spoke up
>It’s wrong to stare at a girl while she’s vulnerable, would you like her to peep on you?
>Finding that idea actually kind of hot, the angel gets fairly huffy
>Well, if you’ve seen her naked anyway, what do you get from seeing the same stuff?
>The devil cleared his throat and pointed both of your attentions to the crack in the door
>Octavia slowly pulls the now unbuttoned shirt off of her back and lets it fall to the ground
>You know what? Forget I spoke up
 
 
>Both the angel and devil disappear from your mind and you enjoy the dilemma’s solution
>Inside the closet, Octavia stretches and cracks her back before putting her hair down front
>The long curtain of black pulled away to reveal the silken bra that you had remembered
>Even though it was through a small crack and far away, you still got a rise out of seeing it
>After that, she runs her hands down her sides slowly in a very seductive manner
>You wanted to know if she knew you were watching her, but realized you couldn’t ask
>The hand running seemed to have purpose though as they reached the top of her skirt
>She sticks her thumbs underneath the band and starts to pull down, but stops
>For a second, you fear she has discovered your peeping eyes
>However, she then lets go of the band evidently finishing the thought of whether to take it off
>You feel a bit disappointed that she had chosen not to give you another treat
>Still, you return your eyes as she turns around in the closet, searching for a shirt
>Grabbing one, she quickly slides it over her body and turns for the door
>Snapping away from the day you stare at a makeup desk she had against a wall
>Exiting the room she moves over towards you again and past you
>The shirt she had chosen was a simple black one, not as fancy as you had expected
“Nice shirt”
> “Thank you, now, where is your instrument?”
>Your smile drops from your face as the cold realization of your stupidity sets in
“I, uh, forgot mine”
>She stares at you with a still and condescending look on her face
“In my defence I didn’t think we were practicing tonight”
> “You should always be prepared Anon, luckily I have a spare violin from last year”
>Judging from the cost of your ultra cheap violin, they have to be rich
>She pulls out a black case with a brass lock and hinges on it’s side
 
“I should always be prepared to play a song on the violin, which I currently can’t play?”
> “You never know when someone may ask for a private performance”
>She unlocks the case and takes out the very elegant looking, and apparently spare, violin
>You wondered what she meant when she said private performance
>There was something about the tone that she used again that seemed suggestive
>Like she was coming onto you, but she had made it clear she wasn’t before
>It had been a rather confusing evening all around, to be honest
“Well, let me know if anyone does”
>Ignoring your comment she, hands you your temporary instrument and grabs her own
“How many of these things do you own?”
> “A fair number. No more distractions, now, put your bow to your strings”
>You do as she asks and take a deep breath as she lines up hers as well
> “Now, do as I do”
>As if you were meant to be a wizard, she proceeds to play a long series of notes
>Each note she played with calm and deliberate strokes of the wand against the string
>She then stops and removes her bow and looks at you expectantly
“I couldn’t get you to repeat that, could I?”
> “It was a simple switch series, 2 notes, back to back. I was playing them as a child”
“Well, we aren’t all prodigies”
> “You simply lack discipline. Now, try again”
>For the next several minutes she repeats the simple four notes and you try to do the same
>With somewhat mixed results, to say the least
>After your last attempt, you drop your bow, a pain creeping up in your arm
> “You’re tired already?”
“No, I’m getting sore. Can we take a break?”
>She looks you up and down before sighing and standing up, moving towards the door
> “Stay here, I’ll get us something to eat and drink”
>Closing the door behind her, you are left alone in Octavia’s now silent room
 
>Looking around, you get an almost eerie feeling about the room’s spartan appearance
>You search for something to take up your time that wasn’t the pain inducing violin
>To the right, you see a small drawer that was tauntingly open a little
>Deep inside, you knew that it was something private and that you shouldn’t pry inside
>But surely just a peek wouldn’t hurt, what could be inside that would incriminate her on site?
>Starting to slide open the drawer, you stop for a second and think for a second
>You got lucky break so far in the night, did you really want to push it?
>Why not was all that came to you
>Opening it up, you expected to find something like a diary or an old teddy bear or something
>Apparently, Octavia did not live in your fantasy world
>You close the drawer and open it again quickly, blinking a few times in conformation
>It was there, but it was rather hard to believe it
>A slender, polished metallic vibrator with a pink base lay in the drawer
>The dead room somehow got deader and you could hear you heartbeat increase
>With the drumming in your ears acting like a calling song, you reach for it
>However, you stop yourself and shut the drawer with a harsh slam
>Looking to the door, you were thankful that it remained closed and you sighed in relief
>Slowly, your eyes move back to the drawer, not so much to the toy within, but it’s implications
>You remember back to earlier, when both of you were in the room for seven minutes in heaven
>She had said that she masturbated before each practice session
>Did she use that toy?
>Or were there more, even larger or weirder ones?
>Your heartbeat rises again as the pictures flood into your unsuspecting mind
 
>The thought of Octavia, nude on this very bed, taking the vibrator into her hand
>Biting her lip as she clicks it on and drags into down to her crotch at an inching pace
>You imagine her moaning and clutching at those fine breasts you could easily imagine now
>And just as this imaginary Octavia is about to climax, the world comes crashing down
>Just as Octavia opens the door in front of you with a plate of food and two water bottles
>You shake your head and jump a little at the sudden difference in the two Octavias
> “I just made these sandwiches and found these bottles. Why are you looking at me like that?”
>It turns out that you had been eyeing her body up and down with a rather frightened look
>Trying to think of the right words, you open your mouth to speak and struggle to do so
“I was, uh...”
>Staring at her blankly, the rather lewd thoughts of Octavia come to mind again
>Despite your efforts, you found your eyes glancing down at her chest repeatedly
> “Oh, you’re still on about the games?”
>Snapping up to her eyes and staying there, a small wave of fear comes over you
“Well, maybe a little”
>Moving near you, she sets down the tray and hands you a bottle, which you gulp down
>The water floods down your throat and acts as a convenient reason to not talk
>Eventually, you have to stop so that you can breathe and she chooses then to ask
> “Tell me, are you really that distracted by my body”
>You cough a little and reach for a sandwich to give you some extra time
>Octavia grabs your hand and holds it in place, making you slowly turn your head to hers
> “Anon, answer me”
>Her eyes were focused on yours, like piercing gem stones of a dull violet
“This is a rather uncomfortable situation”
> “I am aware of that, now tell me.”
>There was something about your luck, it always seemed to curve up and down
>And this was a fairly low point
 
“Well, yeah”
>She stared at you a little longer, her grip not letting up at all and even seeming to strengthen
“Can I...get my hand back now?”
>Letting her eyes drop down a little, she sighs and releases your wrist, which you start to rub
> “Well, we should get back to practising”
>You look her up and down, trying to tell if what she was saying meant something else
>Inside your head, you knew that you were bound to ask a stupid question now
“That’s it?”
> “Well what more is there to say? You’re attracted to me and that’s that”
>She seemed kind of flustered by what she said, like she’d never heard it before
“If you say so. It just seems like-”
> “Like what?”
>The way she jumped in was a little suspicious, but you continued
“-Like, well...”
>Those eyes, she just stared at you with them and didn’t move them at all
“You know what? Nevermind. Let’s practice”
> “Very well”
>Silently, you felt a little bad about the way you had said it
>It’s not like you disliked her or anything, but she seemed far too cold to talk to normally
>Like she was some refined royalty, and you were a peasant of some kind
>Still, your more carnal self in your pants could care less how much money she had
> “Now, let’s try again. Follow me”
>She played the small series of notes and you followed them with surprising accuracy
> “Excellent. Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know”
>She eyes you up and down a little and then plays a new series of notes
>This time, you fail to repeat them exactly but were far closer than the earlier attempts
> “No no, here, let me show you”
>Getting her knees onto the couch, she moves behind you and places her hands over yours
“What’re you-”
> “Shush, now just do as I do, follow my actions”
>Her breath danced across your ear and a slight blush comes to your face
>She spoke in a whisper that seemed far too personal compared to her normal speech
 
>Playing with her guide, you strum out a few awkward notes
>Resting her head on your shoulder, you gradually take more control
>Suddenly, she removes her hands and gets up to grab the chair from the make up desk
> “I see...I was correct then”
“Correct about what?”
>She pulled the chair out and then sat in it facing you, dramatically crossing her legs doing so
> “You seem to perform better while tense”
“That doesn’t make sense at all”
> “No, it doesn’t, yet it seems to work. Let’s test it”
>She picked up her violin and played a long string of notes, more than you could easily count
> “Now, repeat those notes”
“But that was way too-”
> “Play”
>Defeatedly, you sigh and attempt to replicate her musical talent in any small portion
>Miserably, you fail to do so hitting only a few stray notes
>Placing her bow onto her violin again, you look down and close your eyes in concentration
> “Anon, look back up”
>Confused by the odd order, you do and see her look you dead in the eyes
> “If you can repeat this in three more tries, I’ll take off my shirt”
>A chill runs through your body and you visibly gulp, unable to form a verbal response
>Finally, a wobbling question comes from your lips
“Wh-what?”
> “Try again, three more tries”
>Closing her eyes, seemingly to show off, she plays the same quick line of notes
>Even though the tune was a high one, you heard it as a darker song as your heartbeat joined in
>Finally she finished and removed her bow, watching you intently as you raised yours
“Are you sure about this?”
> “Anon?”
“Yes”
> “You have three tries left, I’d spend less time talking and more playing”
>You wanted to object again, but opted instead to take her advice on the matter
>Placing your bow onto the string, you try to play the notes once again
>They fumble out and surprisingly, most of them matched up with what she had played
 
“Whoa, how did you know-”
> “Two tries anon. Listen carefully this time and focus”
>She places the bow on the strings with a feather light touch and plays the notes once more
>Again, you notice, she closes her eyes as she does this
>Once she’s done she lets her violin and bow drop down together and you raise yours up
>Placing your bow on the strings, you sigh and look over to Octavia where she sat patiently
>She was eyeing you carefully as you prepared to play for her again
>Licking your lips, you mimic her and close your eyes this time before playing the notes
>You focus on remembering the sound of the notes rather than the sight of the movement
>Surprising yourself again, you start off playing the notes incredibly well
>The feeling of your arm moving back and forth in stch with your fingers was melodic
>Feeling a little brave after playing most of the notes perfectly, you open your eyes a second
>And quickly realize your mistake as you fumble on a note and stop playing
>Octavia sat, legs spread and with one hand rubbing her right breast in a slow kneading motion
>She slowed to a stop and recrossed her legs after you took your bow away
> “You messed up again anon”
“What was that?!”
> “You will often be distracted while playing on a stage or in group”
>She straightens out her shirt and reaches for her violin once again
> “So, you must learn to ignore these distractions. One try left, impress me”
>Placing your bow on your violin preemptively, you close your eyes and focus intently
>The spartan yet wealthy atmosphere of the room bled away as the music came to you
>Each note stuck in your head and you memorized the pattern
>Finally, she finished and you let out a sigh before opening your eyes
>Octavia cocked her head to one side and narrowed her eyes at you
>Taking a deep breath, you once again shut your eyes and hope that you could do it
 
>At once, your fingers movements and arm’s sawing motions mixed into one wonderful sound
>It was not quite as good as the piece Octavia had played, but it was a clear and neat copy of it
>You played with your eyes shut the entire time as you played
>Occasionally, small noises of ‘distraction’ from Octavia could be overheard, but they faded
>Finally, you stopped playing and took another deep breath before opening your eyes
>For once, she looked pleasantly surprised by your ability to play
> “That was well done for a beginner anon”
“Thank you. Now, about that reward...”
> “Very well, here it is”
>She grips the bottom hem of her t-shirt with crossed hands and pulls it up
>Anxiously, you watch the fabric climb off of her body, exposing more and more skin doing so
>Finally the shirt reaches the bottom of her chest and the breasts lift a little with it
>The black of the shirt was not quite as dark as the pure dark of the silken bra underneath it
>As it pulled over, her face became obscured and her hair was pulled through the same hole
>Completely removing her shirt, she let her hair fall down in a wavy obsidian cascade
>Taking it in her right hand, she drops it on the floor next to her and leaned on the chair’s arm
> “Satisfied?”
“Yeah. So, what’s next?”
>She raises her eyebrows a little before once again grabbing her violin and readies it
>A few small notes come out before she stops, a thoughtful look on her face
> “Let me think for a second...”
>Lowering her violin, the room becomes still and gains an empty feeling till she looks to you
>Her eyes start at yours and work their way down, crawling down your torso
>Eventually she puts her instrument to the side altogether and turns to you expectantly
> “How about we try the reverse for now?”
“The reverse?”
> “You will play something for me”
“What? But I can’t-”
> “Were you not just playing, quite well I might add?”
“Well yeah but-”
 
> “And do you think I don’t know when someone is ready to play?”
>She was talking in a very odd manner, her voice was smooth and seemed almost musical
“No, I guess you’re right”
> “Just relax and try to play”
>Thinking back to what you did earlier today in class, you played long notes that were easy to do
>Closing your eyes, you start to squint and try to come up with a plan of what to do
>Unfortunately, your stupid brain can’t think of anything but Octavia’s chest at the moment
> “Anon? I’m waiting”
>You scramble in your head to try and find something, anything, to stall for time
>An idea comes to mind, it was a risky one but might save you some embarrassment
“So...why are we doing this?”
>She cocks an eyebrow at you and tilts her head slightly at the question
> “To teach you how to play the violin. Why, do you want another incentive?”
>It seems that the night was repeating itself by having the tables be turned on you once again
“What do you mean?”
> “Is there anything else you want out of this?”
>You look up and down her shirtless body and return to her eyes
“Well, how about we keep doing the you playing part?”
>She leans forward, squeezing her breasts between her arms as she rests on her elbows
> “Tell you what, impress me and we can play again”
>Well, you seemed to be caught back to where you were before, but now with added pressure
“Sounds great”
>Of course, you just had to play along at the chance to see some extra skin
>Placing your bow again onto your violin you ready it and take a deep breath
>Starting with some slow notes, you keep your eyes closed and try not to mess up
>Which obviously fails and you end up breaking a few notes
>You could practically hear Octavia cringe in her chair and you couldn’t even see her
>After a series of mess ups in a row, you just stop and let the bow drop down
>Octavia clears her throat and you look up to see her somewhat sympathetic face
 
> “That was...quite awful anon”
“Thanks, like I didn’t know”
> “Don’t worry, we can work with this. If it’s not stress alone that makes you play well...”
>She sighs and leans back in thought as she tries to work out what to do
>While doing so, you look over to her and suddenly, you are give quite the wonderful view
>Her legs were spread slightly and, despite the dimness, you could faintly see her panties
>Of course, you already did earlier that same night, so you could imagine what you missed
>There was something alluring about how they were semi-hidden
>Unlike when she was in the closet, this was much closer and with a less restricted view
>However, there was one unfortunate mistake which you made, which was just bad luck really
>Octavia had turned her head back to facing yours and followed your eyesight
>She closed her legs and folded her arms up, signaling that you had been caught
> “Can you at least try to focus on what the-”
>Her eyebrows shot up and she looked you up and down before uncrossing her arms
> “Pick up your violin”
>This was going to be some terrible torture, you just didn’t know what it would be
>Placing the bow on your strings you look at Octavia as she stood up and moved towards you
>Sadly, at least right now, she was just the right height for you to be eye level with her breasts
>You immediately straighten up, trying to not accidental start staring at her again
> “Play something. Try a simple song”
“Listen, Octavia-”
> “Just...just play anon”
>Well that was certainly a turn from what you had expected her to sound like
>It was still stern and surprisingly scary for a shirtless girl wearing lingerie in front of you
>You look Octavia look you up and down, but then take a deep breath and decide to just play
>Closing your eyes, you start to play a few slow notes and try not to mess up
>Each note comes out rather sloppily, more so than even the last time
 
>Suddenly, Octavia reaches out and touches your left cheek and you stop playing
“What’re you-”
> “Keep playing anon”
>You want to object but her hand didn’t feel half bad and you had checked her out
>The notes were less cohesive and flowed far worse than before
>To be honest, you were a little distracted by the fingers on your skin
>Her hand was cool and soft to the touch with her nails even feeling soft
>Each time she would reach the end of her small backwards pet she would start over again
>After a few small strokes, she picks her hand up and places her palm on the cheek instead
>The situation was quickly getting out of hand and you didn’t know what would happen next
>Your eyes start to dart around and you stop paying attention to the notes altogether
>It seemed like your music was getting worse, but you could care less really
>Whatever this punishment was sure didn’t seem like a punishment at all
> “Alright, stop playing”
>You drop your bow off, expecting something to happen despite not knowing what it was
> “I think I’ve found why you’re doing poorly”
>Well, it certainly was something, just not something you wanted to have happen
“Oh? And what is that?”
> “You’re repressed”
“And what does that mean?”
> “It means your pent up. Being a teenage boy, I suppose it’s expected”
“What do you-”
>The realization hit you quite suddenly, making you feel surprisingly stupid
“What does that have to do with violin?”
>Your voice struggled to fight off it’s shaking and managed to stay rather calm
> “Well, as I said earlier, I personally masturbate before each recital”
“I thought you were messing with me!”
> “Why would I lie about that?”
“Because you’ve been teasing me this whole night?”
>She tilts her head then looks down and to the side and you grow more and more shocked
 
> “Have I?”
“I thought you were”
> “Well, I wasn’t doing it on purpose”
>You rub the bridge of your nose in frustration and take a deep breath in to calm down
“So you’re just like this all the time?”
> “I don’t normally hang around boys, so no. I also tend to wear clothes around boys”
>The head inside of your pants jumped at this remark and started to get excited again
>Forcing through, you keep at her hoping to find out what was happening
“Right. So you didn’t even think you were leading me on?”
> “No. To be honest, I thought everything we’ve done so far has been normal”
“You think it’s normal to get naked, make out with chicks, and grind against each other?”
> “Are you saying you’re against those things?”
>You blink a couple of times and try to gauge how she would react to the truthful answer
“No, not really”
>In truth that was the best party you’d been to in a while
> “Right. Well, in any case we can’t practice now”
“What? I thought you said we’d practice all night?”
> “Not until you’ve masturbated, no”
>You set down the violin to your side and rub the back of your neck uncomfortably
“Well, I mean, I always could-”
> “Could what? Do it here?”
“Hey you’re the one talking about it all casually!”
> “Yes, but I was talking about doing it in my house, not someone elses”
“Well what am I supposed to do then?”
>Octavia looks you up and down before glancing off in some direction, lost in thought
> “I think I have an idea”
“Well, you’re the one in charge”
> “I suppose...I suppose you could use the bathroom”
“What, and just have you wait out here?”
> “Would you rather I went in with you?”
“What? No, just, it’s a little...”
>She looks at you with a raised eyebrow and tilts her head expectantly towards your
 
> “Little what?”
“It’s weird, alright?”
> “Stop being immature and go masturbate already”
“You realize what you just said right?”
>She grabs your wrist and pulls you upright before moving towards the bathroom
> “Do you need me in the room too, or can you handle this?”
“I hope you realize how weird this is”
> “I’ll be waiting outside then”
>She then moves over and sits on the couch and picks up the violin you used
>You enter into the room and close the door behind you before taking a few breaths
>Closing your eyes, you start to undo your pants when you hear a strange noise behind you
“Are you...playing music out there?”
> “I like to listen to music while I do it, do you not”
“No, not really right now”
> “Very well, do hurry”
>Rolling your eyes despite her not being able to see them, you look around the room
>The bathroom was what you’d come to expect of the house
>It was a pristine white with a dull brown color on the walls to avoid glare
>There was a mirror over the sink which had an elegant wooden frame of a deep brown
>Before sitting down on the toilet, you undo your pants and drop them to the floor
>Fortunately, your member was already ready to go
>On the other hand, you’re not sure you were and so you were stuck
>Taking a sigh you start to stroke before stopping and then starting again
>This little cycle carries on for a few minutes before you hear Octavia knock on the door
> “Are you done in there yet?”
“I can’t just start it up you know, especially not with you waiting out there”
> “I don’t know how guys do it, but wouldn’t a girl being near you help it along?”
“Not in a situation like this”
> “Well, hurry up, I’m getting bored out here”
“Being told to speed up will not make me finish faster”
> “Well, what will help you?”
 
>You blink a few times as you start to get irritated with Octavia when what she said hits you
“Wait, what do you mean ‘help me’?”
> “We are wasting time on waiting for you, is there anything I could do to speed you up?”
>Looking around the room, you think back to your ever curving luck and decide to take a chance
“How exactly would you help?”
> “Hold still”
>You could hear her get up and move towards the door, making you prepare to defend yourself
“What do you mean-”
>She opens the door suddenly and moves over to you while you scramble to cover yourself
“Whoa! What’re you-”
> “Oh relax, I’m here to help”
“I’m not sure this will help me much”
> “Just relax, move your hand”
>Her voice almost seemed musical in of itself, despite her not speaking to any tune
>She calmly put her hands on her knee and bent down to a kneeling position
>There was a small pause as she got closer to you and you couldn’t help but notice her chest
>You snuck a small peak down at her cleavage, disguising it as an unsure glance over her
>With the shirt gone, there was little obstructing your view of the round wonders
> “Anon?”
>You look back up to her eyes and she locks you into a long and enchanting stare
>Something about that focused look she had made you not want to look away from it
>It wasn’t powerful or intimidating as you would expect, it was just so determined
>Her eyes were not commanding or dominating, they just held a strong respect
> “Just relax, look into my eyes”
>You felt her hand move up your thigh and you wanted to look down for a moment
>But somehow you felt at ease, like you could trust what she was doing would be good
>As her hand creeped towards your crotch, it became rather clear she would
>When her hand was close enough, you moved yours away allowing it to move over it
>Suddenly her eyes go wide and the stare was broken as she snapped her head down
> “Oh my goodness...”
“What? What is it?”
 
> “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so...”
>She drifts in thought as she squints and blinks a few times at your eager member
> “Ahem, well endowed”
>Reaching down and touching it, her cool fingers lightly brush down your length
>You shake slightly at the coolness of her fingers on your hot skin as goosebumps rise on you
“I thought you already felt it at the party?”
> “I felt an impression, this is still new to me”
“Right, well we’re on your time”
> “No no, we just need to push through this. Look back into my eyes and relax”
>You do so and let yourself get lost in the amethyst pools of her pretty face
>Finally, she grabs your length and lifts it up slowly making you take in a deep breath
> “Just relax and breathe easy...”
>She lets her voice drift off into a soft whisper as she starts to stroke you off
>Her nostrils flare and close in a rhythmic pattern, making you mimic their practiced beat
>With each stroke, she increases in speed and you feel her soft hands start to glide over you
>As she stroked you could make out a faint tapping on your leg where her wrist would hit it
>Even though she was moving quite fast now, she didn’t stutter or pause
>You guessed with all the string instrument practice, stroking you would be a relative ease
>Slowly, your body began to tense up and you saw Octavia’s eyes squint in focus
>The tapping against your thigh was now clearly audible as she continued easily
>A small pressure built in your stomach and you could tell that you were close to finishing
>Suddenly, you felt her free hand move to your testicles and begin to rub them
>The soft texture of her near flawless hands massaged the tender area with care
>Callouses on her finger pads did little to mar the more than welcome sensation however
>Each rub was slow and careful, so contrary to the other it almost seemed like someone else’s
“Octavia, I’m gonna cum”
> “Alright, just let me get something for it”
 
 
>Her eyes broke away from your away for a while and you feel free to look around again
>Looking down, you were greeted with the pleasant conformation that you weren’t dreaming
>However, the sight was a fairly encouraging sight to see after being in a stare for so long
> “Alright now-”
>Before she could finish you watched the scene in almost slow motion as she moved back
>You felt the pressure slip out of your shaft with ease and a sense of relief
>Or, you would have felt relief were it not for the split second off climax
>Strands of cum fly from your tip and arch through the air in tiny dots of white
>Octavia’s eyes slowly go wide as strands and drops touch across her bare skin
>Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing a shirt or it might have gotten some questionable stains
>Unfortunately, she was wearing a silk bra that looked frighteningly expensive
>As each successive drop came out, The climax sent waves of bliss across your body
>It created a sense of disconnection in your body as it filled with bliss shot after shot
>Finally the quick spurt ended and you had given Octavia an unexpected pearly necklace
>She held a wad of toilet paper in her right hand for a few seconds in stunned silence
>A few stray strands had worked their way over her cheeks and a little over her dark lips
>If this were anywhere else, the imagery might be a pretty sexy one
>Sadly, you were here and had to face the consequences of your actions
>Just had to apologise now
“Uh, s-sorry”
>That was an understatement but you still had no idea what Octavia was doing at this point
> “It’s fine, just give me more of a warning next time”
>You sigh with relief as she picks her self up and you lean forward and rub your face
>Suddenly, what she said comes to you again and you say out loud as you thought it
“Next time?”
>You stand up and she turns around to face you and evidently to make you pause
 
>As she looks at you, she runs her tongue over her lips and getting a taste of your load
>The thoughts drain from your mind and you stay slack jawed at the powerful and subtle action
> “Were you saying something?”
“It was...something. I forget”
>She wipes away the cum which had landed on her bare chest and you notice an odd spot
>It was a lone little drop of your cum which had landed on her right breast where the bra covered
>Out, damn spot! Out!
>For some reason you couldn’t help but stare at it for a small yet obvious while
> “What is it?”
“Well, you uh, have a small...”
>Instead of actually saying the problem with words, you point at the source of your distress
>She looks down at her chest to where you pointed and lifts the fabric with her fingers
> “Oh, looks like this has a stain”
“Sorry about that”
> “No no, it’s my fault for rushing you. I’ll just take this off for now”
>Before you can ask the much warranted ‘what?’ she moves her hands to her back
>With no pause for consideration at all she unhooks her bra and holds to cups to her chest
>Turning away, you get a tantalizing look at her now totally exposed back
>Had you not just cum a few seconds ago, you would very well be getting excited at the view
>She moves towards her closet and throws the soiled bra into it before closing the door
>In a rather ominous manner, she didn’t turn around after she closed it and just stood in silence
> “I do hope that you won’t get distracted further”
“By what?”
>She turns around, finally revealing to you her voluptuous breasts that had long been teasing you
>Moving towards you, you can’t help but watch their subtle increase in sway
>The soft movement was almost soothing as the flesh bounced slightly with Octavia’s steps
>Coming to a stop in front of you, it becomes obvious that you should look her in the eyes now
>Just lift your head a little, it’s not that hard
 
>Closing them for a second, you look back down into her deep violet eyes
> “So, do I need to get another bra?”
“No! I mean, no, it’s fine”
>She looks up to you with doubt covering her normally cool face
“Look, I’m not just going to oggle you the rest of the night, okay?”
> “Very well. Let’s begin again”
>Moving back to the bed where your instrument was, she does the same with her chair
>As you sit down she picks up her violin and readies it on her shoulder
> “Now, repeat after me and try to keep my pace”
>She plays another small string of notes and you find it oddly easy to remember
>Laying your bow down, you give one quick look back up to Octavia first
>Quietly, with her legs crossed in very formal manner as she rested her hands in her lap
>It was almost a bit funny, her chest freely open while she had such a matronly look
> “Is there something wrong, anon?”
“No, just trying to focus”
>Clearing your throat, you close your eyes and take a deep breath before playing
>The notes came to your mind in quick succession as you moved the bow back and forth
>You shocked even yourself a little with how well you managed to remember the notes
>Before long, you had already done the whole piece and taken your bow down
>In shock, you blink a few times at the instrument before looking at Octavia
>She seems only mildly impressed by your sudden gain in talent
> “Much better, but there is still much to learn”
>Raising the bow once more to her strings she lets loose a longer and faster series of notes
>Placing your bow in preparation you listen to the notes as they flew from her violin
>After she finishes, you start up in repeating the same notes as she did
>Playing them rather well, you stop to remove your bow in shock once more
> “Very good, now play them in order”
“Huh? I played it right didn’t I?”
> “You played both pieces correctly, yes. Now, play both of them”
 
“I’m not sure if I can do that”
> “Anon, they were the same thing but played in reverse and slightly faster”
>You squeeze your eyes shut and open them again as the realization hits you
“Right, I knew that”
>She raises an eyebrow in doubt at you and you ready your bow to play again
> “Hold on, let me see how you hold your violin”
“You can see how I’m doing it right now”
> “I want to see you while you play, so wait”
>Briefly looking up in silent sarcasm, you see her stand up and watch her chest sway a little
>And just then what was about to happen hit you like a decently thrown brick
>That wonderful and full chest was about to park itself right near your head while you played
>She moved towards you until she was about a foot away from your legs
>From this distance even momentary glances gave you quite the view of her large breasts
>In fact, you judged them to be about a D or C cup in size, though you were just guessing
> “Anon? You can play now”
“What? Oh, right, sorry”
>Looking away from her chest, you force yourself to look down at the ground
>Taking an oddly shaking breath, you calm yourself down and start to play the old notes
>You fumble a bit at the beginning but soon return to a steady stream of notes
>Before long you finish and take your bow away, confidently smiling at this small victory
> “Well done anon, you certainly show aptitude for this”
>Never having picked up an instrument seriously before, you were amazed as well
>Octavia then places her hand on your shoulder while you were still distracted
>For some reason, the soft and even cooling touch made you jump a little
>You look up to see her take her hand away and look down on you with analytical eyes
> “Why are you so jumpy?”
“Just nerves?”
>She squints at you before shooting her eyes down to your crotch for a second
 
> “Anon?”
“Yes?”
>She gives you another suspicious look before bending over in front of you
>Her large chest hung in front of you and it took a shameful amount of restraint to not touch them
> “How about you play me another made up piece?”
>You gulp and put on your best attempt at a nonchalant smile as she shot you a smaller one
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m not so-”
> “Well, I am sure. Besides, I want to see how well you handle under stress”
>The way she said ‘stress’ did not bode well for you at all
>Something inside you wanted to ask her exactly what she would do, but knew she wouldn’t say
>Placing the bow onto the strings once again you take a deep breath and play a slow note
>This time however, the music came to you rather naturally
>It was some old tune you had heard in a movie you barely remember from a few years back
>A smile comes to your face as, at least for the moment, you were proud of your achievement
>Then came a small off note as Octavia touched your cheek as you played
>Continuing to play, you attempted to voice some concern to her while you still could
“So by stress you mean...?”
> “Keep playing, lower the end a little more and relax your grip”
>For someone currently teasing you to hell and back, those were some pretty good notes
>You did as she said and noticed that this was a far more comfortable way to play
>Octavia seemed content to paw at your face as she did before while you sped up the notes
>For some reason, even though the song looped, you felt like rushing it a bit
>Suddenly, her hand comes off of your face and you take a moment to relax with a deep sigh
>This was replaced by a sudden sharp note as you felt Octavia’s finger touch your chest
> “Stop playing for a moment”
>Doing so, you fear to look up as she might have some wicked smile on her face
>However, she instead lets out a hum of thought before grabbing her own violin
 
> “Take your shirt off”
“What?”
> “I want to see how you handle under stress”
“Right, but-”
> “Is getting naked before a girl not stressful enough?”
“Naked? but you said my t-shirt!”
> “For now. Now, just follow my instructions if you would please”
“No wait”
>She pushes her arms up under her breasts and straightens herself up
>You wait for her to say something, when she chooses instead to simply tilt her head to yours
“Well?”
> “You said to wait. Just take your shirt off already, we’re wasting time”
“Just...just hold on a second. Is something happening here?”
> “Do you mean besides practicing the violin?”
“Yes!”
> “Well maybe this is the rest of your payment. Have you thought of that?”
>You blink a couple of times in surprise as she draws nearer to you and bends over again
“W-what?”
> “Maybe I want to do something other than attend a crowded and noisy home tonight”
>She draws close, the scent of some expensive shampoo drifting from her hair
>Lochs of black hair fall around her cute face, forming an obsidian frame to it
> “Did you ever consider that what I really wanted was to have fun in general-”
>Leaning close and moving right next to your right ear, her voice drops to a musical whisper
>Her soft hair tickles across your chest as you are frozen in the wave of the moment
> “-And that I might want to try several forms fun. Did these things ever come into your head?”
>Where the hell this Octavia had been the whole night suddenly came to you in shocking waves
> “Well?”
“N-no. But they are now”
>She snaps back up rather swiftly and her breasts jiggle a little from the sudden motion
> “Well, that should have added some pressure”
>Your jaw drops out of shock and no words manage to escape it’s locked shape
> “Now, let’s get back to practice”
>She sits down and a sudden rush of enthusiasm comes to you and forcing words out
 
“W-what the hell was that?! Was that a tease or, or was it-”
> “Anon, may I ask you something?”
>You throw your hands up before flopping backwards onto the couch out of frustration
“Sure. Shoot”
> “Thank you. Now let me ask you, what do you have to lose?”
>You push yourself up on your elbows and look at her leaning forward in her seat
“Excuse me?”
> “The only thing you know for sure right now is that I want you to play, correct?”
“Unless this is some cosmic joke, yes”
> “Well then, isn’t that your best shot?”
“Best shot at what exactly?”
>She gives you a look of small disappointment before sighing and explaining
> “We have this whole night to ourselves anon. This big empty house...?”
“I would think you’re leading me somewhere, but I’m not sure of anything anymore”
> “Let me be clear here then, and then I want you to play another song”
>Sitting up straight, she brushes at her chest as if she weren’t half naked right now
> “Keep playing, and something will happen”
“That’s clear to you?”
> “Very. Now, play”
>You wanted to protest further but knew that it would be a futile effort on your part
>Instead you choose to sit up and pick up your violin once again
> “Your shirt anon?”
“Fine, hold on”
>Placing the violin back on the ground you quickly take off your shirt before picking it up again
>The sudden feeling of air against your skin made you realize you had been sweating
>Taking a deep breath and placing your bow onto the strings, you try to relax yourself
> “Do take your time. I can wait”
“I didn’t need that, thank you”
>Closing your eyes in concentration, you start playing once again and try to keep a good pace
>The notes now had a tenser, more harsh nature to them compared to the last time
>Even as you noticed this, you knew very well why it was
 
>All this teasing was definitely getting to your head, just as Octavia had theorized earlier
>The uncomfortable tightness in your pants was showing she was right, of course
>As you played, you became increasingly aware of the bulge once again forming in your pants
>Normally, this would not be that big of a deal as you were a teenager
>But Octavia was an unpredictable element and you didn’t know what she would do next
>Evidently, it was too stand up and start walking towards you
>Suddenly you get a troubling sensation that something was coming to take you down
>You stiffen up a little as she walks over to you, as if she couldn’t see you if you didn’t move
>Remembering that she wasn’t a t-rex from Jurassic Park, you try to act casual instead
> “Remember to stay limber. Breathe...good”
>Following her instructions, you try to gauge whether this was her form of foreplay or sadistic fun
> “Hmm, what’s this? Keep playing”
>She sounded like she had heard something at the door so you sighed a little with relief
>But then you realize that you can’t hear her footsteps moving away over the music
>And then you felt her hands fall onto your knees, making the next note a sharp high note
> “Just relax, this should only take a moment”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
> “Well, considering our previous time-”
“Previous time? You mean when you gave me a spontaneous hand job in the bathroom?”
> “I wouldn’t use so vulgar wording, but yes, more or less”
“Well, listen, it won’t be that easy”
>She stands up in a rather indignified manner and looks down on you with fiery eyes
> “I’ll have you know that it is not ME that should be worried about performance”
“What?!”
> “From every time I’ve teased you, you’ve reacted like some junkie getting a whiff of his next fix”
“Yeah? Well what about you, miss ‘flaunting my body around like it’s normal’?”       
 
> “I’ve been trying to test your limits. Why do you have to fight this so much?”
“Test my limits of what? My sanity?”
> “No, the limits of your talent you-!”
>She cuts herself off and looks away for a second before taking a breath to calm down
“Okay, well, I don’t exactly know how getting nude will help my music talent”
> “It’s not the nudity that helps you, it’s learning to cope with the stress”
“But how is that-”
>Suddenly, she snaps down and grabs your shoulders with a tight grip
> “Listen to me, do you want to learn how to play the violin or not?”
“I’m not-”
> “Anon”
>Looking into her eyes gave you quite a shocking experience this time
>Her eyes were almost pleading with you, asking you not to answer the way you were going to
“Well, I’m in this far”
>A quick smile comes over her face before fading to the sophisticated mask she usually had
> “Well then, pick up that violin”
>Doing as she said, you lined it up and readied to play before giving her one last look
>She pushed her breasts up by folding her arms underneath them before tilting her head to you
> “Now, start playing until I tell you to stop”
“Yes ma’am”
>She pauses for a moment before rolling her eyes at the joke and sitting on the floor
“You do have a chair”
> “I want the audience view. Stop questioning me and just play already”
>Taking a deep breath you start to play once more the same repetitive tune
>Before long you feel the hands run over your thighs and move towards your crotch
>A smile spreads across your face before putting on a face similar to Octavia’s
>You cross your legs to which Octavia stands up, speaking with a rather upset voice
> “What are you doing?”
“You said you wanted the audience perspective. Please wait until the show is finished”
>She gives you an intense glare before smoothing out her cute face and turning away from you
 
>...And walking towards the small stand near her bed that you had peeked in earlier
> “Very well. I can wait”
>Reaching in, she extracts the metallic vibrator and waves it slightly as she returns to the floor
>She clicks the pink base to it’s first setting and visions of her from earlier come flooding back
“Well, what I meant was-”
> “No, no, please, do play on”
“Are you sure?”
>She raises her eyebrows before pursing her lips slightly and she pulls one knee up to her chest
> “As I said, I can wait. You could use the practice anyway”
>You want to argue but she rolls her head, moving her curtain of black hair over her shoulder
>Closing your eyes, the visions from before return now with added sound from the vibrator
>Opening them for a second, you check to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate dream
>Instead, you see Octavia slowly sliding her black panties down over her slender legs
>After taking them off, she kicks them off her right foot to the side
>Done with that, she works her thumbs under the band of her skirt and stops suddenly
> “Is there a reason that you’re not playing yet?”
“Well, I was sort of...”
>She shifts her legs and you catch a small glimpse of her now exposed pussy
“I was uh...distracted”
> “Well, you can always play with your eyes open you know”
>Leaning back for a second, she gives you a much better view before pulling down her skirt
>The fabric glides over it, only momentarily obstructing your view before exposing it again
>Octavia was now completely naked aside from the skirt around her ankles
>Rather than kicking it aside, she pulls it off of one leg by falling back and lifting the leg in the air
>Realizing that she would sit up to you not playing you scramble to ready your violin again
>Starting to play once more, you subconsciously start to add music to Octavia’s actions
>A slow series of notes as she returned to her normal position with one knee pulled up
 
>She rests her head onto her knees as the sound of the toy and violin mixed together
>Closing her eyes for a second, it’s her this time that takes a deep breath before opening them
>A small smile flashes across her face as her now visibly content eye blink awake
>Gripping the toy tighter, Your notes build up in speed as she spreads her legs apart
>Lowering the toy to her stomach and descending faster, she seems to be teasing both of you
>Her free hand, you notice out of the top corner of your eyes, moves towards her left breast
>Once there, it started massaging with a slow and almost practiced rhythm
>Even the arc of the toy as it slowly inched towards her crotch was almost mechanical
>It was as if she had practiced this before, like some score of music
>Not that it wasn’t attractive, your head was practically swimming from the imagery
>And the vaguely growing scent of juices made your breath quicker and harder
>But there was something almost thoughtless about the way she handled her own body
>For a moment these thought were blasted away by the most beautiful music you’d heard
>Nothing you could make, no, it was the sound of Octavia’s small yet cute moaning
>They came out in low and drawn out tones, each carrying it’s own little tune along with it
>As she continued on what seemed like a preplanned dance, they changed in tone
>Her voice would almost start to falter before picking up, taking the shaking in stride
>Eventually, she pulls the toy out and opens her now wide and excited eyes
>Her breath was quick and almost ragged, a harsh contrast to her musical moaning from before
>She clicks the toy up to full, now the rattling was even more evident on the wet device
>Quickly, not wasting time with the earlier teasing, she pushes the toy back into herself
>Taking her free hand away from her breast, She brings it swiftly down to rub her clit
>In very clear ecstasy, she falls back to the ground and begins to arch her back
 
>Her moaning turns from quick and small notes to long and shifting musical notes
>A smile comes to your now heated face for a second at the fact she even moaned musically
>Looking down to where her hands were working herself over, you enjoy the show
>As well as play a certain fast paced score to accompany your heart beat at this point
>One hand forced the toy in and out of her now thoroughly wet pussy as the other rubbed her clit
>It was like she was playing an instrument, her nimble fingers dashing about in a planned way
>Something seemed off about the way she played with herself in front of you
>Not that you were complaining, the clear bulge in your pants was evidence of this
>Another odd thing you became aware of in brief flashes was that you were still playing
>In fact, you were performing fairly well for someone under the current circumstances
> “F-faster!”
>The sudden comprehensible words snapped you out of your tance and made you look up
“What?”
> “T-the music! Play it faster!”
>You wondered why she would care about the music at a time like this, but complied anyway
>Quickly increasing the pace and volume of your playing, Octavia matched it with her voice
>For a girl that played only instruments, she had an incredibly captivating voice
>It never seemed to break or take sudden changes despite the very trying circumstances
>The moans became wet with pleasure as she very clearly approached orgasm
>Her skin was dotted with small beads of sweat from the surge of sudden activity
>With each shake of her body and gasp for breath, her massive breasts shook and bounced
>A quick look up also revealed something almost as enchanting as her voice, her face
 
>Rather than being uglied by the heated activity, her face was the picture of ecstasy
>Her mouth was open, showing her tongue moving around to form the beautiful notes
>The violet of her eyes was obscured by the fact she was squeezing them shut
>Small lochs of now damp hair draped over her face, while most of it was splayed on the ground
>While her hands were busy, you also noticed that her legs were flexing and unflexing
>The sound of the vibrator mixed with the sound of your violin even better as you sped up
>Her voice built up in tune as well, giving a vocal cue to her imminent orgasm
>Finally, she sits up quickly and forces the toy deep within her slit and pulls her legs up
>The wave of black hair follows her and drapes over her shoulders
>A moan escapes her lips before slowly changing into a scream as she climaxes
>It wasn’t a scream like you’d expect however, as it too held a sort of musical charm to it
>Her naked body tensed up for a few moment before her legs fell down in relaxation
>As they descended, they also seemed to twitch as waves of bliss flowed over them
>She fell back, letting the shaking toy rattle inside of her for a little while longer
>Looking up she starts to fall back against the floor once more, breathing quickly as she does
>With each breath, her breasts shake a little, causing small beads to fall down the round flesh
>You stop playing and let her breathe for awhile in peace before she wearily lifts a finger at you
> “I...I didn’t say you could-”
>She takes a gulp of breath, obviously shaken by the orgasm
> “D-didn’t say to stop. Keep...keep playing”
“But you’ve already-”
>She interrupts you as she pushes herself up on her elbows and speaking a little stronger now
> “The point was to-”
>Another gasp, this one more to help compose herself rather than just get breath
> “Was to teach you how to fit an action to music”
“An action?”
> “You’re not that big of an idiot”
 
>She sits up and you become aware of the fact that she had planned this all along
>Or if she didn’t, it was a rather convenient method of teaching you how to play
“So all of this-”
>You gesture to her body as she extracts the toy from herself and shudders slightly
“-Was all just to teach me how to play? I feel a little hurt”
> “Don’t.”
>You both share a moment of silence as she sits up and straightens her hair
“Normally you give a reason why I shouldn’t be hurt”
> “A reason not to feel bad about the fact a girl just masturbated in front of you?”
>You pause and reflect on this rather convincing piece of evidence
“Good point. Well, what now?”
> ‘Well, I was considering giving you a choice on the matter”
>This piqued your interest as she stood up and dusted off her bare skin and turned away
> “So far you’ve been a rather troublesome student”
“Now that is not my-”
>She holds up a hand to silence you before continuing to speak
> “I am aware that my...somewhat teasing nature has caused these problems”
>Behind her back, her hands grip together right over that wonderful rear of hers
> “So now, we come to a rather important question that decides what we shall do”
>She turns back to face you, that cold determination covering her pretty face
> “Whether we use the time left to practice in the same manner as we are now-”
>Pausing, she moves in closer towards you, her stride appearing more and more seductive
>Not long after, she stands in front of you in her full naked glory
> “-Or if we spend the rest of the time taking a...”
>Drifting off, she looks you up and down with almost hungry amethyst colored spheres
> “Shall we say ‘celebratory break’?”
>Gulping, you didn’t even really need to think about which choice you wanted to take
“What’s the question?”
 
> “Can you play a song for me, about me?”
“What?”
> “Play a song that represents me. Entice me”
“Right here? Right now? With lyrics and everything?”
> “Here and now, yes. Though lyrics are left up to you, if you don’t think your skilled enough”
>She places her hands onto her nude hips and shifts her weight onto her right foot
> “Well? Do you believe you can do this?”
“There’s just one problem though”
> “And that is?”
“If you want this too, what could I do to mess up? This isn’t going to teach me much if any-”
>She rolls her eyes and lifts up a hand to stop you before stooping down a little bit
> “As I’ve said before anon, I can take care of myself. Have before, can do it again”
>Leaning in close, her hot breath can be felt on your cheeks and her voice becomes a whisper
> “But wouldn’t it be nicer if you could get me in the mood? I mean, if you were able to...”
>She places a hand on the now firm bulge rising from under your jeans and leans in
> “Well, I just might not be able to control myself”
>For someone determined to have a career in music, she sure was a persuasive speaker
>Standing up, she takes a sort of cat walk back to her seat, giving you a nice view of her ass
>Reaching the seat, she makes a small show of sitting down and crossing her slender legs
> “Begin whenever you are ready”
>You gulp to try and summon up some confidence before beginning to play again
>Closing your eyes, you try to remember how to make certain notes to fit certain feelings
>It was a struggle, your mind was an utter mess of thoughts from all this teasing
>Suddenly, the song you should play just up and pops into your head, albeit shakingly
>You start to play, the notes coming out of the instrument as you repeat what you did earlier
>As the memory of that first encounter with her in class comes back, you start out slow
 
>Building up, you remember the small moments you shared leading up to the party
>With each game, and especially the dance, you get high rises of notes
>And towards the end you start to get memories back slower and slower
>The memory of finding her toy, when she stripped in the closet and you peeked in
>Slowly but surely, you worked your way down to the most recent one, when she masturbated
>Your notes reached peaks as the images played over and over in your head
>It began to make your head swim, the music mixing with the memories in your head
>As you played, you also felt the bulge in your pants grow in response to the reply in your head
>Eventually, a bead of sweat rolls down your cheek with a breaking pattern
>The feeling as it descends sends small shivers along your body, making your skin rise
>Finally, you decide not to kill yourself over the song even if you didn’t know how well it went
>Setting down the violin, you take a slow breath of relief as soreness takes over your arms
>Cracking your neck after it’s locked position, you lift your head to see Octavia’s reaction
>Despite the great effort you had put into the song, she was completely silent
“It was awful, wasn’t it?”
>She blinks a few times, seemingly trying to find the right words to use
> “That was...it was...”
>Standing up, she moves towards you and lifts her hands to emphasize her words
> “It was...I want to say...”
>Looking around the room, she rather cutely scrunches her face with annoyance
>Finally, she just looks to you and looks you up and down before blushing a bit and softening
> “I...uh...”
>All this stuttering made you think something was wrong as she seemed too mature for it
>At least, you had thought she was anyhow
>Suddenly, she leans down and lifts your face into yours giving you a deep and passionate kiss
>She seemed inexperienced at first but was a fast learner, of course
 
>After holding you in a deep kiss and pushing your back onto the bed, she pulls away
> “It was decent”
“Just decent?”
> “Don’t get too cocky, it was beginner's luck”
>You roll your eyes before realizing that she was straddling you where you were laying
>Her crotch ground against the top of your right thigh, letting you feel her lips rub against you
>Looking back into her face, she was still blushing despite now having a straight face again
>She ran her fingers through your hair as she used her left hand to prop herself up
>Looming over you, she slowly lowers herself until the nipples of her chest touched yours
>Her breath came out in hot and moist jets that sounded like a sort of controlled panting
>You could tell from the blush on her face she was desperately trying to remain in control
> “I suppose we could take our break now...”
>Biting her lip, you can feel her gyrate her hips a bit against your leg
> “But do take your time”
>Feeling a bit braver, or at least hornier, you place a hand on the back of her head
>Digging your fingers into her black hair, you pull her down and back into a deep kiss
>This time, it was her who was caught by surprise, but she quickly returned it with passion
>You take the hand not on the soft padding of her hair and run it down her back
>Her skin was cool, but easily warmed to your touch as you felt your way down to her rear
>Eventually, she pulls away from the kiss again and clears her throat slightly before speaking
> “How about you take those pants off?”
>She rolls off of you and lies with her on her back with her legs spread apart
>You stand up and take your hands down to your button and fly to do as she asked
>After unfastening them, you slide them off of your legs, leaving only your underwear on
>Turning back to her, you sense a sort of hesitation in her face as she looks you over
>Suddenly, you remember that she was still a virgin, despite the very determined appearance
 
>Moving back towards, her, you lift her chin up into a much softer kiss than the others
>Pushing her back against the bed, she obviously felt a little off put by you taking the wing
>Before she can try to gain control again, you work your fingers over her slit
>She pulls out of the kiss and gasps slightly before covering her mouth for a moment
> “Give me a little warning next time”
“Will do. Do you want me to keep going?”
>She seemed to ease at your granting her control of what happened to her body
>Feeling the moistness between her legs, you could tell what she wanted
>Still, you knew that she would be happier if she could still say she was in control
> “After seeing how you handled playing, I would very much enjoy experiencing your fingers”
>With almost no hesitation, you begin again on her slit with your pointer finger
>At the start, you merely trace it up and down the opening to tease it first as you kiss her neck
>You can feel her body tense up underneath your grip and you pull away momentarily
“Just relax, alright?”
>She looks into your eyes and see a there much deeper mistrust of others in them
>Finally, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, exhaling a slightly shaky breath
> “I just need to get into the motions is all. It’s nerves. Keep going until I say stop”
>Nodding with a small smile, you lower yourself towards Octavia large and warm chest
>Her breasts shook and bounced with her panting breaths as you continued to tease her
>Deciding that she had had enough, you slip one finger in and hear her gasp
>The sudden intake of air shoves her breasts right into your face, not that you were bothered
>She slaps a hand across your back and digs in her nails for a second
>You grit your teeth at the small flash of pain before she uncurls her fingers and eases up
>After she relaxes she starts to rub the sore area, soothing the pain somewhat at the soft touch
 
>Her other hand finds it’s way onto your bicep where it begins to squeeze the muscles gently
>Extracting your head from between her breasts, you place it back over the tip of one
>Sucking on her right breast, you tease it’s nipple by flicking it with your tongue
>She let’s out another musical coo like earlier, but this time much more hesitant than before
>You started to slide the finger in and out at a steady pace while she gripped at you
>After getting your finger well lubricated, you pull off of her breast and look up to her face
“Do you want another one in yet?”
>Biting her lip, you can tell she’s unsure about what to say at this point, so you encourage her
>Pushing the finger back in, you also rub her clit with your thumb and squeeze it gently
>A sudden gasp comes out of her and she tosses her head back, squeezing your arm tightly
> “Yes...! Just do it already! Please, I-”
>You cut her off with a “shh” and kiss her on the lips while you slide your middle finger in
>She moans as you pull away from her lips back to her chest to give them more care
>It was then that you felt her hand slide over the back of your head from your back
>The hand seemed to not force you onto her breast, but made sure you weren’t leaving
>As if you would, you thought to yourself as you teased nipple with your tongue
>With your fingers on the inside of her vagina, you stretch the opening slightly with a spread
>Her hand forced you down onto her chest even tighter and she let out a gasp
>You felt the nails of her other hand dig into your arm, giving you only a little pain
> “Keep-”
>Her voice shuddered a bit as you thrust in towards the end of the word
>She gathers herself somewhat and now tries to compensate for the fingering
> “K-keep doing that...please”
>The apologizing was something you found a bit odd about her requests
>It was as if, even when out of her mind horny, she still held onto that air of nobility
 
>You felt a bulge push against the sheets with a slight sting before shifting your waist
>Pushing against the hand on the back of your head, you try to move to ask her something
>Only to feel her keep you in place, letting only a stifled grunt escape her chest
> “Whatever it-”
>Another sudden gasp and she pushes her legs deep into the couch from pleasure
> “Whatever...whatever it is just do it already”
>She was beginning to lose the rhythm of her moaning and even her movements
>Like the bliss of the moment was causing her to lose control over something that innate
>Needless to say, it was quite the incentive to continue what you were doing
>Her fingers close around your hair, securing their place on the back of your head even further
>Following with what she said, you stretch her out again, sending a sudden gush of wind into her
>You nearly suffocate on her chest as she flexes her arms, keeping your head in place
>Eventually, she tosses her hands away from your body and upwards
>Her left hand goes to her face, where she begins to bite down on it’s pointer finger
>The right hand flies into her hair, tangling itself in the mess of pitch black hair
>Finally being able to look up, you had to blink a few times before your sight unblurred itself
>Normally, you didn’t use any big words to describe naked girls getting fingered
>But if there ever was a chance to call it beautiful, it was this scene right here
>In fact, it was so alluring that you couldn’t help but reach out to touch her blushing cheek
>As you start to rub her clit with your thumb as well as finger her, she snaps her left hand away
>Her face stretches into that familiar expression of climax just as you’re about to touch her
>She flexes every slender muscle on her body in small spasms of the impending orgasm
>But right before she does, she feels your hand brush against her incredibly warm cheek
>Closing her mouth and opening her eyes, she looks into yours with those violet jewels
 
>And then, while still reeling from the shock of the gesture, you thrust your fingers one last time
>She clasps the hand to her cheek with her left hand and turns towards your palm
>One last, wet and musical moan comes out of her in a jolt and tickles your hand
>Her lithe body trembled from the sheer bliss of the orgasm as you pull your fingers out of her
>Panting into your hand, her other hand now moved along her own body down to her hips
>Stopping once it got there, you placed the now wet fingers over hers as she turns to you
>In silence, she just looks at you with awe stricken eyes until she blinks back to a cooler face
> “That was-”
>She shakes a little, obviously still recovering from the climax and pleasantly feeding your ego
> “That was well done, anon”
“Why thank you Octavia”
>Flopping her head back onto the bed, she gazes up at the ceiling and takes slow breaths
> “I never imagined it being quite so...intense”
>Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath before pushing herself back up onto her elbows
> “Well, now it’s only fair that I return the favor”
>She starts to move up towards you, but her arms wobble and falter from the strain
>It was clear that she must still be worn out from the fingering to do anything right now
“No Octavia, you-”
> “Tavi”
“What?”
> “That’s my nickname, it’s better for informal situations”
“How come you didn’t tell me that earlier?”
> “I was your tutor, it was still a formal setting until, well, this”
>She gestures weakly to her body before moving herself to rest against the headboard
>Rolling your eyes as she does this, you continue with what you were going to say
“Well, Tavi, you look a little tired to be doing anything right now”
>Moving up the bed so that you were sitting near her feet, you watch her lower her headboard
 
> “It’s not my fault, I was unprepared for-”
“Whoa, it’s no one’s ‘fault’. I’m just saying you might need to slow things down a bit”
>Lifting her head, you’re taken aback at a flash of determined fire in her amethyst eyes
>Something mysterious emanates from her body despite the fact it was virtually limp for now
>Taking a deep breath, she grabs the bottom of her right knee and lifts it up into the air
>Her still wet pussy was now more visible than ever and you could smell it’s alluring scent
>Trying to determine what she was doing seemed like a pointless effort at this point
>It was like she was two different people, this insatiable girl and her refined sister
>One moment, she would be blushing from something as small as your hand on her cheek
>But the next, she would be rearing at the chance to ride you bareback
>Looking back into her eyes, their subtle lust gave away which one she was right now
“Can I ask you something?”
>Your crotch told you to shut the hell up, but the question was gnawing at you
>She rests her head coyly on her bent knee and spreads her legs further apart
> “Ask away, but do hurry up, I’m in the mood already and it would be a shame to stop now”
“Was it always your intention to have sex with me?”
>Looking down, she takes on a much softer face and moves her other leg closer together
> “No, I had imagined it, obviously-”
“Excuse me?”
>She blinks a few times in surprise before lifting her head and up and tilting it
> “I had imagined us having sex. I even ‘entertained’ myself to it before we left”
>This was quite the shock to you, despite the fact she had gotten nude pretty quick at the party
“We only met today!”
> “Yes. I liked the way your butt looked in those jeans, I’m allowed to imagine things”
 
“So, this whole party, all the teasing and the hand job and all of it-”
>You toss your hands in the air for dramatic emphasis of your point
“Was something you planned as you went?”
> “Yes, more or less. I like to unwind sometimes but old habits of refinement die hard I suppose”
“I feel...I don’t know...mislead? Used?”
> “Well, care to get even? I believe you’ve earned it more than enough”
>Looking back over to her, her legs were spread apart again and her right hand joined in
>Using her pointer finger, she spreads her pussy lips, letting you see much more than normal
>Just looking at it made you start to forget about all of your other worries or questions
>Moving over to where she was, you slide your hand under her leg and lift it over your shoulder
>She tries to keep a calm smile, but her excitement for this bleeds through clearly
>Grabbing her other shoulder, you shift her weight so she’s once again laying on the bed
>She was surprisingly flexible for a girl who’s only ever played music
>You wanted to take things slow, on account of this being her first time, but you were too eager
>Taking of your pants and kicking them off to the side in a crumbled heap, you continue quickly
>Putting a pillow between her head and the headboard, you line yourself up with her slit
>She places a hand on your chest and spreads her fingers out before you start
>Looking down at her, you could feel the head of your member prod against her pussy
> “Are you ready?”
“Am I ready? You’re the one who could barely walk a second ago”
> “And you’re the one who hesitated”
>Narrowing your eyes, a smile comes over your face and she smiles a bit heavier
>And you watch her eyes go wide and her cheeks turn beet red as you slowly push inside her
>The hand on your chest crumples into a fist on your chest before flying to your arm
>One of your hands gripped the headboard while the other started to move to her chest
 
>The Story
>Reaching out just as you finished putting a good few inches in her, you grab her left breast
>Kneading it with a restrained grip, you start to pull out of her with the same, restricted feeling
>Feeling the heat start to build like fire in your veins, you thrust back into her with more force
>She gasps from the blow, and worry that you may have gone a little too far with that thrust
>Her breath returns to her and you stop, causing her to look up at you with cool yet fiery eyes
> “Why did you stop?”
“I thought you might-”
> “Don’t think, just do”
>A bright flash of power came through her eyes and just like that, everything clicked together
>That feeling you saw just behind those eyes every time you and her touched each other
>It was a powerful determination, the irresistible force that drove everything she did
>Something inside of you awoke at the realization, jumping at the chance to do what she wanted
>You pulled out again, your jaw even opening a little as your breath became heavy
>The intensity of her bright violet eyes didn’t fade even when she tossed her head back in bliss
>She moaned in a starting and stopping manner, each thrust catching her breath less and less
>Her hands go to her own body this time, rubbing it over like a slow motion ballet on the bed
>Small hands delicately flow over her large chest and down her slender hips and up her thighs
>The mere sight of her acting so fragile made that something inside of you grow stronger
>With each thrust, you found yourself pounding against her harder and harder
>The splay of black hair behind her head shook with the bed as you relentlessly pounded her
>Suddenly, you feel one of her wandering hands crawl up your arm and her eyes open up
>Again, she grabbed at your bicep which was now flexing with force from the testosterone surge
>Her eyes locked onto the muscle as she squeezed it to test it’s strength
 
>It never occurred to you before, but she might never had had the opportunity to touch a boy
>With a body like hers, it was impossible, but with an attitude like hers, it was probable
>As your mind wandered, the animal instincts in you took over and continued to thrust in and out
>She had gotten into the groove of your thrusts and now started to move her hips with them
>You felt your hands squeeze against the headboard tightly, making your finger turn white
>The sound of her bed shaking mixed with her cries into a some abstract yet beautiful song
>Her moans and gasps of pleasure also helped egg on your animalistic side, letting it drive you
>Once more her hands wander, both of this time go to your face, wetting it with your own sweat
>In an almost frenzied state, you look down again into her powerful eyes and listen as she talks
> “Wait, Let me...let me be on top”
>The heavy breathing leaked through, almost making her sound hesitant in her demand
>You didn’t resist, to lost as you were in the heat of the moment to argue for control of it
>She pulls her leg off of your shoulder and pushes you back against the mattress
>All of that, she managed to do without pulling you completely out of her tight slit
>Putting your hands onto her hips, you feel up her sides as she starts to bounce on top of you
>Her curious fingers return to her own body, squeezing and pinching at her own chest
>The waves of black hair bounced with her in matted strands as she too lost herself
>Opening her eyes wide in a flash, she shoves a hand onto your chest and bends over you
>Her breasts rub at your chest while her hair tickles the sides of your ribs and she stares at you
>She spreads her mouth in that familiar expression of ecstasy as she gyrates her hips faster
>Finally, she collapses on top of you and tries to catch her breath in large gulps of air
>The animal inside of you hesitates at her sudden drop in enthusiasm, until she grabs your arm
 
>It wasn’t so much from pain, but from surprise that you looked to the attacking fingers
> “Did I...say that...you could stop?”
>Her hair covers her face like a veil but is pulled away as she shows her blushing and hot face
>The intensity was still in her eyes, being only dulled by glances of daze from the orgasm
“You seem worn out”
> “I am, so do it for me”
>A bit of pain comes from your arm, not nearly enough to have influenced your opinion though
>From the way she acted it was clear that she wanted to be in control, but was too fragile for it
>But there was something about the way she spoke, it was almost like she wasn’t
>You grab her ass almost out of reflex, lifting up her slender ass and moving it for her
>She closed her eyes again in pleasure as you still tried to wrap your mind around all of this
>Looking over her as she slumped down with her ass lifted high, the reason hits you
>Despite the fact her body was giving out, she still wanted to fuck, even if her body crumbled
>Whether it was an overactive sex drive or perhaps some desire to prove herself her first time
>You honestly could care less at the moment, too driven by lust to care for her character
>Eventually, she starts helping you, moving her legs what little she can and gathering strength
>Her chest rubs against yours, making every shake an added shock of bliss for her
>Placing her hands on your cheek and running the other through your hair, she speaks up
> “More”
>The simple command was like a shot of adrenaline to your body, your passion doubling
>You start to slam her over your groin, no longer holding back for her as she clearly didn’t need it
>Her head becomes buried in your chest and you feel a wave of hair fall over you
>As the bounces became more sudden, you felt her soft cheek rub against your chest
>Her hands still clung to your face, and you felt beads of sweat roll onto her fingers
 
 
>Closing your eyes as you did when you played violin, you let your other senses come forward
>You feel the flush of red hot blood flowing through your face and arms from the strain
>Under your fingers, you felt her supple ass squeeze from your grip as you lifted it up and down
>The scent of Octavia’s hair mixed with her damp skin as well as the scent of her musk
>As the aromas mix, they become like a drug in your nostrils, making you drift in coherence
>Licking your lips, the dry skin seems beaten as you occasionally break into panting
>In the dark of your vision, you once again hear the music in Octavia’s moans and breath
>So close to your ear, it was almost like she was a singer giving you a private, personal show
>It was clear that she did it naturally, but her song was becoming fractured by the strain
>Even with her body barely keeping up with her lust, she was a songbird at heart, evidently
>With each slam, you let yourself try to match her in intensity, but each time you wouldn’t
>Your conscious mind kept something back, made sure you wouldn’t hurt her in some way
>Despite all the confidence and assertion, you felt that at any moment she could break
>Above you, you feel her push herself back up and prop herself up on your chest
>You open your eyes and wait for them to unblur as she grinds her ass over your length
> “How close are you?”
>From the pressure welling in your stomach as you watch her, you could tell fairly easily
“I’m pretty close”
>She swiftly falls close to your face and past it to whisper in your ear with a soft, cool voice
> “Then let me help get you there”
>Before you can respond she takes into a deep kiss and begins to ride you once again
>You feel here press her body against yours, running her hands over every inch of your body
>Taking your right hand away from her ass, you bring it up along her back to where her hair ends
 
>The skin is warm to your touch and you can feel her arch her back along where it moves
>Every inch of your sides was traced by Octavia’s hands in a frenzy of sensation
>No longer satisfied with simply riding you, she also began to gyrate and move on top of you
>The mix of new activity made your head blurry and you felt yourself start to drift in the bliss of it
>Your right hand places itself on the back of her head and cradles it closer with a firm grip
>Pushing herself up against your hand, she pulls away only to speak very quickly
> “Just let yourself go already”
>She pulls her face into yours again before you can respond to her this time
>The pulsing of her hips moves faster and faster as she continues send waves of bliss over you
>Her hands start to raise your skin in places you wouldn’t even think about otherwise
>Light fingers dance along your body as you feel the pressure build in your gut from the motions
>She pulls her lips away with a small strand of saliva between your two lips, shaking with her
> “Are you close?”
“Yes”
>The simple answer was all you could get out, your mind was in a semi coherent daze
>Lowering her head till it’s near your ear, so close her hot breath can be felt in pants, she speaks
> “Pull out when you’re ready. Don’t hold back, let it all go”
>Her cool yet seductive tone added with the words themselves, drove you very near the edge
>Grabbing her rear once more, you give her a few more quick bounces with renewed strength
>She rattles out soft coos into your ear in the most relaxing songbird-like tones
>Finally, when you feel yourself ready to let loose, you pull out and squeeze her ass tightly
>In an instant, the heat blasts from your body in thick ropes of cum which fly upwards
>They fly for a brief moment before splattering down onto Octavia’s back in small splashes
>Pulling away, you feel the last bits of seed drip off of your length as Octavia moves around
 
> “Hold still, can't let you get any on the sheets”
>You were confused for a moment but shudder as her small tongue laps at the beads on you
>As she cleaned you off, you got a good view of her pussy, still wet from the multiple climaxes
>Pushing up a little, you start to lick her as well, to which she starts slightly before relaxing
> “I do hope you don’t expect another round”
>A smile spreads across your face before you pull away from between her legs to respond
“No, I’m good for now. You?”
>She pauses for a moment before starting back at lapping the cum from your length
> “I’m satisfied. For now, at least”
“For now?”
> “Well, there’s still the matter of further tutoring. You will also be joining us for performances”
“Us? Performances?”
> “As a member of band, you’ll be at each one and, as I said, I masturbate before each one”
>She pauses for a second before looking back to you over her still jizz covered back
> “But now that I have you, that will no longer do”
>Briefly, you think back to that curve of luck you’d been having all day long, starting with the class
>Thinking back, you realize that the whole curve had really just been leading up to this moment
>Laying on this expensive bed, a beautiful girl licking cleaning her own cum off of you
>You realize things could be a whole lot worse than they seem to have turned out
>She continues to lick you clean and you do the same, getting a good taste of her juices
>Eventually she pulls away, as do you, and she moves around you and stands up
>Watching her move, you see the strands of your cum still clinging to her back as she moves
>Her ass jiggles a little as she moves to the shower, pausing at the doorway to turn to you
> “You are going to join me in the shower, aren’t you?”
“What?”
> “It’s only fair to assume you’d clean my back since you did this”
 
>She juts a thumb at her back, pointing it towards a particularly large splash of semi-clear white
“I guess it is”
>You stand up and move towards her, only to pause and squint as you realize something else
“Wait a minute, are you just trying to get me into the shower with you cause you’re still horny?”
>She blinks a couple times, never shifting her cool demeanor or changing her poker face
> “Must you be so difficult about everything? Can’t I do one thing without you analyzing it?”
“Hey, I never said I wasn’t going to join you”
> “Good. I need you good and ready to perform again soon”
“Preform?”
> “The violin practice. You do remember that’s why you’re here right?”
>As you stared at Octavia’s large chest being judgmentally lifted by her lithe arms, you didn’t
“Yes? Yeah, no, I remember”
> “Good. I refuse to ease up a student. especially one with stamina like yours”
“Excuse me? Come again?”
>She blushes before turning on her heel and walking into the bathroom in a whirl of black hair
> “Nothing. Lets do this fast, the night is still young”
 
>After cleaning each other off, with another round of oral play, you both leave the shower
>For a few more hours, far too many by your standards, you practice the violin and memory
>Throughout the next couple hours, your skill take a turn of very marked improvement
>You and Octavia do the same practice each weekend, with brief sessions after class
>Right now, however, you were wondering if this was the return of that curved luck you’d had
>It was your first concert, a small gathering of the band and you were to play with everyone
>To top it all off, you were having a horrible moment of stage fright as you sat back stage
>The area around you was very dark, the lights being dimmed in prep for the concert
>So you received a small scare when you felt a hand appear on your shoulder from nowhere
> “Are you nervous anon?”
>It was Octavia, dressed in her usual school attire and signature pink bowtie
>You sigh and look down at the violin you had gotten from her as a gift after that night
“A little bit, yeah”
> “Don’t be. Here, I need your help with something”
“With what?”
>She looks down at you and cocks an eyebrow, leaning towards you slightly to give you a hint
“...Oh, right. I’m not sure I’m in the mood at the moment though.”
> “Stand up”
>You do as she says and sigh as you try to calm yourself down and she dusts you off
> “Listen, you were taught by me, that has to count for something. I believe you can do this”
“Wow, thanks Octavia, I do feel a bit-”
>She leads you against the wall and feel her fingers on the fly of your jeans as she comes closer
> “Good. Now are you ready to repay the favor?”
“And how, if I may ask, can I do that?”
> “Follow me to the stage bathroom and we’ll see if you can manage it”
>She checks her watch and drags you along with you following by her side, a smile on your face
>Once inside she checks her watch before gazing into the air for a second
 
> “Alright, we have fifteen minutes before we get called on stage”
>Bending over the porcelain sink til she’s almost touching the mirror, she lifts up her skirt
>She was wearing no panties, leaving her already dampening pussy exposed
>You needed little other incentive than that and fumbled with your fly as you step towards her
> “Try to get me off in ten”
“What about me?”
> “I wouldn’t doubt my abilities, now hurry”
>It seems like the curve of your luck has reached a nice mid point that you could get used too
>On the one hand, you were atrocious at the violin and had terrible stage fright because of it
>Although...
>Octavia gasps and bites her finger to stifle her moans as you start to pound at her
>Although, on the other hand you were going to enjoy Octavia before every concert and weekend
> “Harder anon, harder!”
>A damn fine trade, all things considered from how your life had been going before this
>As people began to fill the seats, music starts to fill the hall in preparation of the audience
>The music was some oddly familiar orchestral music, it was one of those songs
>In the heat of the moment, you felt yourself start to speed up along with the music
>Octavia could no longer restrain her coos and started to moan at herself in the mirror
>With each rise in the song’s tempo, you would match it with your thrusts
>Looking down, her dull amethyst eyes looked distant as she stared at her reflection
>Without softening the blows, you reach down and place your hand onto her cheek
>She turns into the palm of it, seemingly comforted by the simple gesture even while dazed
>Her hand closes over yours and you feel yourself reach close to climaxing
“Octavia, I’m going to-”
> “I know, I am as well, make sure to pull out”
“But what about your-”
> “Onto the floor, obviously, now hurry!”
>The music reached the halfway point, where it seemed to build up to some triumphant clash
 
>And just as the music hits a long high note, and so does Octavia as she finishes first
>Quickly after she does, you pull out and jam it for one final thrust between her legs
>This time, the ropes find their mark onto the sky blue tiles of the bathroom floor
>Octavia bends over, giving you a view of her ass as she cleans up your cum from the floor
> “Well done anon. Lets get to the stage now before they notice we’re gone”
>Arriving on stage, you and Octavia dust yourselves off and try to steady your quickened pulse
>The music goes by relatively quickly and you remember to close your eyes to help with playing
>Everything was going swimmingly for your first time ever being on stage
>After the show, you were walking on air, walking with Octavia, you exit to the back stage
> “You did quite well for your first time anon”
“Thanks. I feel great!”
> “Yes, well-”
>She stops suddenly and grabs your arm before looking down at your crotch and back up
“What, do you want a post performance already?”
>Cocking an eyebrow, her hand goes to your junk in a rather slow manner...
>...Before you hear the terrible sound of her zipping your pants up for you in silence
“...Were they down since-”
> “I would assume so, yes”
“...So, while I was on stage? In front of everyone?”
> “It would appear that way, yes”
>You slump down on the floor, collapsing your now beet red face into your hands
>Octavia crouches down next to you and rubs your shoulder in a sympathetic manner
“My first show and I made an ass of myself. Great first impression”
>You sigh and let your shoulder drop in utter embarrassment
> “Well, there’s still one good outcome of this”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
> “I could give you a blowjob to cheer you up. Would that help?”
>Lifting your head up, you blink a few times at her before nodding and following her once more
>You have to take the good with the bad, you suppose
 
THE END