23 comments/ 44829 views/ 15 favorites Forbidden Music Ch. 01 By: ClassyGirl It was Monday, and Ella had been standing in her dorm room, trying and failing to pick out an outfit for the last half hour. She was a freshman in college, majoring in music, and today was her first studio master class of the year. 10 am sharp, Dr. Reilly had said. Dr. Reilly, the flute professor at her university, was a brilliant and extremely talented man. She got nervous just thinking about seeing him again. At their first meeting, she had gotten a small taste of his over the top formal manner and professionalism. It made her uneasy. He was all smiles, very cordial, while somehow still managing to be ridiculously intimidating. A person like that brought out the professional in herself, and she wanted to look her absolute best for the occasion. Numerous skirts, blouses, bras and dresses were carelessly thrown to the ground in her frustrated search for the perfect outfit. She finally decided on a black lace bra with a button up white top with ruffles down the front, a black pencil skirt, black heels and a string of pearls to top it off. Scampering into her clothing, she hastily checked her reflection in the small dorm mirror above her dresser. Her eye makeup was done just how she liked it: 50's style liquid eyeliner wings. it accented her large, brown almond shaped eyes perfectly. Her dark hair was naturally wavy and fell to the top of her small breasts. It was five minutes to 10:00 and this was as good as things were going to get, she decided. Grabbing her things, she rushed down the stairs to the first floor and out into the bright, hot sunlight, and then almost instantly back inside the air conditioned music building. Her heart was pounding uncomfortably in her throat as she walked briskly down the tiled halls, her ears catching snatches of trumpet, piano, harp, and all other various instruments from offices and practice rooms along the walls. As much as she liked dressing nicely on a regular basis, this mandatory business-casual attire was a little attention grabbing. Men stared at her as she click-clacked down the hallway in her heels and tight skirt. She knew she was considered beautiful, even if she didn't believe what men told her herself. She knew it by the stares she received on a daily basis. It always made her the slightest bit uncomfortable, even though she tried to ignore it. She made a left down another hallway and saw the doors to studio 160 looming in front of her. Taking a deep breath, she grasped the polished handle and gathered her composure around her like a shield. She entered the room and felt at ease for a split second: Dr. Reilly hadn't arrived yet. many pairs of eyes looked up as she walked in the room like they usually did. While she had learned from experience that this only meant she looked attractive today, it made her self conscious every time it happened. Ella was by no means an outgoing person. She carried conversation well with those she was familiar and comfortable with and few others. Sitting down next to a small and friendly boy her year named Joe, she nervously smoothed her skirt down over her knees as she smiled at him. Before they could exchange more than pleasantries the door opened and the room fell silent. A booming voice saying "Hello, ladies and gentlemen," announced the presence of Dr. Reilly. He was wearing the usual black suit, tie, impeccably shined shoes and beaming grin. And so the master class began. Dr. Reilly was truly a professional and a great musician. Ella felt her jaw dropping in awe with his technical precision and gorgeous tone every time he put his flute up to his mouth to perform for them. While speaking to the members of the flute studio as a class he would scan each member with his eyes, speaking to just them for a moment, lingering, then moving on just before a feeling of awkwardness could arise. His voice had a lilting air, and his words were professional and erudite to an almost comic effect. He was a master in every facet of performance, from his perfect stage comportment to his incredible talent with the flute. Ella had a strange mix of emotions towards the man. She nervously dreaded every time she'd be in the same room with him, but at the same time craved his expert attention and always left his presence feeling elated and inspired. Her regularly scheduled private lessons were every Tuesday at three o'clock. During high school Ella had always dreaded her private lessons with her local teacher because she always felt unprepared and unmotivated, but with Dr. Reilly, she always tried to do her best to impress him. The drive was really there with him, and everything she played she played with heart because she knew that was what he wanted, and in turn, what she wanted. Every Tuesday she'd enter his small, quiet office feeling shy and more than a little nervous. It was her third private lesson with Dr. Reilly and she still wasn't quite used to her new teacher. As she played through her etude she could feel his gaze on her and could see his pen flashing as he jotted down notes in his lesson planner. It was distracting and she could feel herself pulling out of the world of the music she was immersed in. She unconsciously licked her lips and finished the etude faster than she had started it, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "Well done, really quite lovely," Commented Dr. Reilly. He looked up at her with smiling brown eyes and Ella noticed that he was quite attractive for an older man. She wondered fleetingly exactly how old he was, probably in his late thirties or early forties. She could feel herself blushing from his praise and her own thoughts and tried to make her smile smaller and more demure as she mumbled a thank-you. The tiniest amount of praise from him made her squirm with self consciousness and pleasure. As he walked over to her and began to critique her playing of the etude she relaxed. She felt truly grateful to be studying under such an accomplished man. All the pictures on the walls of his office showed a lifestyle of travel and performance. Her mind wandered over all the framed programs and photographs: Dr. Adam Reilly performing as a soloist with the New York Philharmonic, Dr. Reilly performing in the Boston Pops, Dr. Reilly performing in China. She heard her name and was pulled back to the present. "Ella? I was addressing a habit of yours we need to break." He said, smiling a little at her inattentiveness. She was embarrassed to be caught not paying attention. "It's your lip licking, i'm afraid. You always lick your lips before you play," He went on. Lip licking? Ella nervously laughed and unconsciously licked her full lips. "I know, it's a bad habit... I guess my mouth just gets dry," She said sheepishly. His eyes flashed momentarily to her plump lower lip. She was proud of her lips because they were naturally defined, and a rosy pink color many women had to artificially create. She hardly ever wore lipstick because she didn't really need to. "Ah, well, the thing is, our target audience as performers is mainly old women. It's just a true fact," he said with his large hands spread. "They don't like to see anything they might consider unseemly." She noticed his eyes move to her lips again and felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She had always hated how easily she blushed, although men usually told her they found it endearing. She chuckled. "I'll try to stop, but it's hard to break that sort of habit," she said. As the lesson went on he continued to give her good tips and advice on techniques and ways to break bad habits she'd developed. She noticed that his eyes lingered just a second too long on her lips more than once, and even traveled down the length of her body a few times when he thought she wasn't looking. She stopped to wonder for a second why this thrilled her rather than creeped her out, after all, he was old enough to be her father and she was his student; she was going to be his student for four years. It wasn't the first time she'd captured the interest of her male teachers. She supposed that she had a side that liked the attention and wanted to be seen as a desirable, sexual girl. In fact, she was a very sexual person. She had a suspicion that she was a more sexual being than any of her girl friends, which she liked about herself. It was satisfying to know that nobody would look at her and judge her to be a naughty, horny girl by her outward appearance. It was a little secret that she carried around with her that only a select few knew about, mainly boyfriends that she'd had in the past and her one best friend. It satisfied her to think that the men who lusted after her didn't know her secret unless she chose to reveal it to them. She liked that sense of power. When she laid in bed at night feeling her pussy get hot and tingly she loved knowing that men wanted her and her lithe young body. But during the day she loved looking demure and innocent. That night she thought about Dr. Reilly's brown eyes traveling up and down her body as she stroked herself inside her panties. She thought about him a lot when she wasn't with him, and she became increasingly nervous to be around him because of these thoughts. Her heart pounded in her chest as she climbed the stairs to his office for her next lesson. While getting dressed that morning she had felt herself being drawn towards her sexier, curve hugging dresses. Dr. Reilly hovered in the back of her mind as she chose a tight black one that buttoned all the way down the front. Now as she approached his open door she felt a little foolish for having gotten so dressed up for a lesson. She stepped inside his office and saw him look up from his desk. His eyebrows went up a little as he saw her and said "Good morning, Ella. How's Tuesday treating you?" This time he couldn't hide his eyes roving over her curves. He looked away and cleared his throat. "It's good," she said, grinning. She sat down, displaying more thigh than was probably acceptable and reaching down to grab her flute. Dr. Reilly glanced at her exposed thigh and seemed to have a hard time looking away. He hastily looked up when she sat back up and flashed her a disarmingly bright smile. A wave of heat flooded into her stomach. "Today we're going to work on articulation technique and proper hand position," he told her. Inwardly she groaned. Articulation was one of the worst aspects of her playing. He got up and stood beside her while she played her etude for the week. She played it poorly; it was hard to concentrate on the etude when she could hear his breathing behind her shoulder and feel his eyes on the back of her neck. When she was done she looked down and gave him a feeble grin. "My mind just isn't here today I guess." He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Could I inquire where it is you left it?" he asked, good-humored. "Um..." Ella smiled and could think of no witty response. "I don't know," she finished lamely. She peered up through her thick lashes at his warm eyes and looked back down at her shoes. Her face flushed as she hoped it wouldn't. "Happens to the best of us," he said easily. He began to demonstrate to her perfect hand position. She realized was physically aware of him and had no idea where it came from. It was like some switch had been flipped and she could smell his scent and hear his breathing and feel his closeness to her. It disarmed her and she felt nervous again. She noticed how good he looked in his suit and tie and how graceful his hands were as they stroked the keys on his flute like it was the easiest thing in the world. She tried to focus on what he was teaching but this new awareness was making her tense and distracted. "Play from a low F sharp to C sharp for me," He asked her. She tried, but her right hand pinky made it impossible to get from the F sharp to the C sharp as smoothy as he could. The more she tried the worse it got. "Now, try curving your right hand like this, so there isn't such a big gap between your third and fourth fingers and your pinky is curved. This makes it much easier to slide over to the C sharp." He explained while showing her what he meant. She tried but could tell it wasn't right. She kept focusing on unimportant things like the shape of his lips as he spoke and how nice of teeth he had. She could tell she was getting wet just being around him. This was going to be a problem. She was remembering her fantasy from the previous night, how in her mind he had come up behind her and put his big hands on her hips, running them over her body up to just below her breasts and back down, making her shiver and her eyelids close halfway. How he had pressed up against her from behind and she could feel that he was hard. How she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck and how he kissed the spot just underneath her ear, giving her goosebumps all over, and then bit her earlobe gently just like she liked it. Dr. Reilly gestured to her hand and said "May I?" She was startled out of her fantasy and realized he was talking about physically moving her fingers into the right positions. She also realized that she was tingling all over and probably soaked through her panties. She nodded slowly. He had never touched her before. He moved closer to her and gently lifted her fingers into the right positions, using as little pressure as possible. His touch was incredibly soft and made her pulse increase. She was paranoid that he would hear how her breathing had sped up. He was standing a little closer than was necessary and she could smell his cologne. Her mind was going fuzzy and she didn't know how much more of this she could take before she snapped. "There you go, now try to play it." He said softly. She raised the flute to her lips and tried again. This time she had success. She smiled and looked at his perfect teeth again. He was still standing as close to her as possible while still maintaining a somewhat professional atmosphere, but there was a definite air of sexual tension in the room and they both knew it. If she wasn't mistaken, there was a slight bulge in his dress pants. He hastily stepped away from her and began to talk about articulation and double tonguing. It was her weakness and he knew it. "Watch my lips while I demonstrate." He ordered her. He knows, she thought. He's ordering me to look at his lips. How could he not know? She had no choice but to stare as he demonstrated his superb use of tonguing. As he finished she blurted out "Wow, you're really good with your tongue." as soon as the words left her mouth she turned bright red and stammered, "Um, that didn't really come out right. You have a very good double tongue," she said, trying to hold back nervous laughter. He let out a booming laugh and she relaxed. 
"It's alright, It always has been my forte," he said and winked at her. He actually winked at me, she thought. I can't believe we just flirted over a cliche musical innuendo. Wait, flirting? We flirted? Oh God. Ella was sure that if she didn't get out of there soon she would do something she'd regret. She looked up at the clock. Thank God their hour was over. She put away her flute as fast as she could without seeming rude, rushed out of his office and left a flustered Dr. Reilly in her wake. She walked down to the practice rooms in the basement of the music building in an extreme state of arousal and confusion. She practically ran into one of the empty rooms and shut the door behind her. Her palms were sweaty and her hands shook as she closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. She could still smell him. It was so wrong that she should feel this way about a man fifteen or twenty years her senior, even if he was extremely handsome and talented... The forbidden thoughts wouldn't stop playing through her mind, like a song stuck on repeat. She heard Bach's Partita for flute in A Minor while Dr. Reilly undressed her in her mind. Her breathing was erratic and her hand slipped inside her panties of its own accord. She wasn't surprised to find her pussy wetter than it had ever been before. She could smell the strong scent of her own arousal and put her wet fingers up to her lips. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked her own sweet, tangy juices off them, then returned them between her legs. She felt so naughty, doing this in a practice room with other people around, knowing that Dr. Reilly was just a floor above her, probably still hard thinking about their lesson together. The thought made her even hotter, and she furiously rubbed her swollen clit, needing release so badly. In her mind Dr. Reilly's incredible tongue was traveling down her body, stopping to suck lightly on her nipples, biting them gently, running down her stomach to her shaved pussy, tracing the outline of her smooth, soft outer lips before gently licking at her clit. She stifled her moan as his tongue ran down to her opening and slid inside her while his long, nimble fingers played with her hard nipples. She could hear him moan and he told her in a deep, husky voice, "God, you taste so good. Can I make you cum?" Ella was sliding down the wall of the practice room, unable to support her knees any longer, trying not to whimper aloud as she spread her legs as far apart as they would go. She imagined sliding down on her knees in front of him, unbuckling his pants and taking out his hard cock. She wondered how big it would be. She wanted to take it slowly into her mouth, inch by inch, teasing him with her tongue until he was begging for more. She wanted to make him beg so badly. She was so close to cumming as a vision of Dr. Reilly slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her burst into her mind. She shuddered and came instantly, unable to hold back a little stifled moan as she convulsed on the floor, hot waves of pleasure spreading from her pussy all throughout her body, still rubbing her clit hard. As her breathing slowed she knew she had to do something about this. It was going to drive her crazy if she didn't. She had to make her fantasy a reality somehow. That thought alone was ridiculous. She couldn't believe she was entertaining the possibility of actually coming on to her professor. It was even crazier that she thought he might want it as much as she did. Dr. Reilly never acted differently towards Ella while they were in public or during master classes, but she did notice that his behavior was subtly changing during their private lessons. He had dropped his staid professionalism slightly. His voice was just a bit softer, just a little bit lower when he spoke to her. He wasn't quite as quick to avert his eyes when she caught him staring at her lips or her legs or her cleavage. She enjoyed wearing tight dresses that accentuated her curves and showed her creamy thighs and how he couldn't stop himself from staring. She knew how wrong it was to tease him, but she wanted to push him to the edge. No, she wanted to push him off the edge. After every lesson her panties were so wet she had to change them and she was so worked up that she always had to give herself at least one orgasm, if not two or three in a row. He was driving her crazy with his lips and the way he smiled and talked and laughed. When her lesson was over she wanted to run from the room in embarrassment but simultaneously felt so sad that she'd have to wait another day to see him again. It was getting harder and harder to hide the fact that when he came close it made her shake and suck in her breath before she could stop herself from reacting. His smell was intoxicating and it made her head spin and he knew it. In her lesson they stood close, blatantly flirting while he still managed to teach her the things she needed to learn. She was amazed at how good of a teacher he was. Her next lesson was rescheduled for six o'clock the next Tuesday evening because Dr. Reilly was busy with performances until then. Every lesson brought increasing amounts of arousal and nervousness, partly because of how attracted to him she was, but partly because she was playing a very difficult piece to learn and hadn't been practicing as much as she should have been. Forbidden Music Ch. 01 She played the fast movement for him and when she was finished he said "Now, do you think your attacks were really quite clean enough? I think they could be better. I think the problem is that you aren't moving your fingers in between note changes and you aren't taking advantage of all the spots you could be breathing. Here, let me show you." She waited for him to pick up his flute to demonstrate. He did nothing, simply stared at her. "I mean, let me guide your fingers while you play. Pretend to play it normally." She stared at him and said nothing. Was he going to do what she thought he was? He moved to stand behind her. She raised her arms, trying to minimize their shaking, as he wrapped his left arm around hers and placed his hand on top of hers over the keys. With his right arm he did the same. They were standing so close his breath really was on her neck and she felt the front of his body touching down the length of her back. She was almost gasping for air and felt dizzy, panicked, paralyzed. Her legs were trembling and the dampness between her legs was trickling down her inner thigh. She had goosebumps all over her body. Before she had even played a single note she jerked around to face him, their faces inches apart, and whispered raggedly "I can't take this anymore, i'm sorry." His mouth was hanging open as she grabbed her things and ran out of the room as fast as she could. Oh God, what did I just do? she thought as she hurriedly descended the stairs to the first floor. I can't face him again after that... She was panicking and not paying attention to her feet or where she was going. She also happened to be wearing heels with a very slippery sole that day. Dr. Reilly heard a crash, magnified by the acoustics of the stairwell outside his office. He rushed out and looked down the flight of stairs to see Ella sprawled at the bottom, her things scattered everywhere and her face bright red as she looked up at him. "My God, Ella, what happened? Are you alright?" He rushed down the stairs to help her. She stood up abruptly and smoothed off her clothes, then bent down to retrieve her things, not meeting his eyes. "Yes, i'm fine, I didn't hurt myself," she said. He could see that she was mortified, not only from falling but from what had just transpired in their office. "Ella, could you come back to my office for just one minute? I'd like to talk to you if you don't mind." He said softly. She looked up at him and he could feel the dread emanating from her. They climbed the stairs in silence and walked back to his office. When they were inside he shut the door with a thud. She sat down and resolutely stared at a spot on her shoe. Instead of sitting at his desk like usual, he sat down in the seat beside her. "Ella... I want to apologize for what I just did... I shouldn't have done that with you. I'm sorry." He cleared his throat and stole a glance at her. She was still fixated on the floor, cheeks burning with shame. He was pleading with her, a note of panic in his voice. "Please, I didn't mean anything... inappropriate by my actions. We could just forget that ever happened," he said. She looked up into his eyes. "I couldn't forget." I must have hit my head harder than I thought in that fall, she thought. She leaned in towards his face and before she could stop herself she kissed him. He kissed her back unthinkingly, and it was the bliss she'd been craving for the past months. She ran her tongue over his smooth lips and into his mouth where it met with his. They swirled together and it was an electricity Ella had never experienced before. He broke away from her and they looked into each other's eyes. Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. "We can't," he whispered. She kissed him again, feeling him respond to her lips like nobody had before. When he stroked her cheek with his fingers she moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss. She dug her fingers into his hair and ran her hands over his neck, his face, down his chest. Both of their breathing was harsh and ragged with desire. She needed to be closer to him, she wasn't satisfied just feeling his hands on her face and neck, she needed to feel his body pressed against hers more than she'd ever needed anything before. She was sure that he felt the same way. She swung her leg over his lap and straddled him in his chair, still kissing him passionately. His startled gasp and what she was sitting on showed her that he had a raging erection. He broke their kiss and moved his lips down to her neck, kissing aggressively every spot he could reach while she closed her eyes and whimpered above him. Her body was on fire and had never experienced the level of need it was at now. She began to gently rub against his erection with her body and he moaned into her neck. Knowing that his hard cock was rubbing against her pussy made her have to use every ounce of self control she possessed not to rip his nice clothes off and demand that he fuck her right now on the floor of his office. "Oh God... this is so wrong..." he whispered through his panting. "I've needed you since I first met you," said Ella, before she grabbed his head and kissed him again. He was nothing like any of the boys she'd kissed before. This was a man, not an inept teenage boy just trying to grope her and stick his tongue in her mouth. His hands slid around her small waist, rubbing and squeezing over her shirt. She felt his touch down to her skin, like it was an electric current running straight between her legs. They moved up her body, getting closer and closer to her breasts, and then back down, and back up, and back down until she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted control over him and the fact that he was powerless underneath her gyrating body drove her crazy with lust. She could tell he was trying to control himself but failing miserably. He feebly tried to push her away and managed to gasp "This is a bad idea, we shouldn't be doing this..." before his protest was cut off abruptly by a moan he couldn't stifle. Ella was rubbing against his cock faster and harder, getting close to an orgasm just from the friction of her wet panties against her clit. Her inhibitions with him were gone, shoved completely out of the way by her total and complete need for his touch. She grabbed his hair and whispered "Tell me you like this. Tell me you want me." He could barely get the words out through his little gasps and moans of pleasure. "I l-love this... God, I want you... I want you so bad... I've- i've wanted you for so long..." At hearing his words Ella burst into a frenzied motion of thrusting against his cock. Her face was contorted in pleasure and she leaned forward to moan into his ear as quietly as she could manage. Suddenly, he grabbed her upper arms in a firm grasp and pushed her away from him until she stood up, silently staring, still breathing heavily. He stood up and in a flash had her pinned against the wall behind them. She couldn't move underneath his grasp. "Ella, we can't do this right now," he whispered in her ear. His hot breath gave her goosebumps and she shuddered, trying to conceal the waves of disappointment and rejection washing through her. She looked down. He continued "It's not that I don't want to... believe me. I do. We just... can't..." He awkwardly broke off and looked at the floor. "Alright." She stepped away, avoiding his gaze, and straightened her clothes with the most dignity she could muster after having just frantically humped her professor almost to an orgasm. She picked her things up from the floor in a rush, wanting nothing more than to leave and forget this ever happened, and simultaneously still wanting to fuck his brains out. She mentally scolded herself for being so stupid and getting herself into this situation. He could see that she was close to tears, although she tried to hide it. Before she could leave, he called her name and she spun around. "I think it would be best if we just... pretended this didn't happen. Any of today. Alright?" She nodded quickly and said "I'll try." Before he could respond she flung the door open and left in a flurry of embarrassment. He sighed, half hoping he'd hear her fall down the stairs again, or that she'd come back to his office and finish what she started without letting him stop her. God, she had been so fucking hot on top of him like that. He looked down and realized he hadn't gotten any less hard. Groaning in frustration, he ran a hand through his hair and contemplated what to do. What the hell was there to do after your gorgeous, horny student tries to fuck you? He didn't know how he was going to face her with even a semblance of normalcy after this incident. A delicious thought ran through his mind. He could just let her do what she wanted. Hell, what they both wanted. He could fuck her every other day in his office and be her professor at the same time, couldn't he? The rational part of his brain quickly told him to quit being an idiot and thinking with his cock. But the thought wouldn't leave his mind all day, even after he had gone home and done everything he could think of to occupy himself. Laying in bed, lightly stroking his massive erection, he turned over the possibility in his mind. He could see her when he shut his eyes, her perky breasts, slightly too big to be proportional to her tiny body, her long legs, her creamy skin. He remembered how smooth it felt and how hot her body was rubbing against his. Thinking of how wet she was and how she wanted him so badly made him moan. He wanted nothing more than to discover the rest of her tight young body. In bed, Ella was doing the same thing, stroking her pussy and thinking about how he said he'd wanted her for so long. It was exactly what she'd hoped for. She wasn't giving up on the idea of doing more with him. She couldn't act normal around him anymore if she tried. No, she was going to make things very difficult for him if he refused her again, she decided. Just let him try. Forbidden Music Ch. 02 "Yes, Ella? How can I help you?" Dr. Reilly shuffled papers around on his desk aimlessly, mumbling up at the last student standing in his office after class, avoiding looking her in the eye. Ella stared down at him and cleared her throat. He waited, eyes glued to the desk, for what he was sure would be an awkward apology or explanation for the events of the previous day. 
"I was just wondering if you could help me with a bit of theory homework that I didn't understand," She said lightly. She put the assignment on his desk. He looked up at her in surprise and she smiled a completely controlled, polite smile. Her confidence was unnerving. She'd come to him before wanting help with her homework, but he thought that would have changed following recent events. He had been dreading today; It was Friday, and it was the first day he had seen Ella since her lesson. He tried his best to put on a smile and act normal in front of all his students. Ella made that difficult. She stared at him relentlessly in class while he talked, giving him these looks that made his stomach clench, as if her staring would make him give in to his desires. Truthfully, feeling her eyes on him had kept her at the front of his mind all day. "See, we're supposed to do harmonic analysis on two levels for this excerpt," she said, bending over the music theory assignment on the desk and pointing to the tiny notes on the page. Her cleavage was forced straight into his line of vision. She was wearing a light pink lacy bra that fit her very nicely, he noticed. She looked up and caught him staring. Without skipping a beat she continued "You are the only person I feel totally comfortable coming to with theory problems, since you're so helpful and good at explaining things." She smiled at him. Realizing he was stammering out of shock, he quickly replied "Thank you, Ella. I'm sure we can have a look at this and figure it out together. It's not as difficult as it looks." He wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to do, but whatever it was, he was going to act like nothing had ever happened, like he said the day before. That was the only way he could hold on to his sanity. Ella was enjoying herself. She didn't know where all the boldness had come from, doing anything remotely like this was uncharacteristic of her. She couldn't deny that it made her feel so sexy, though. She walked over to the chair where her bag was sitting, directly across from his desk. "Let me grab my pencil," she said, while casually bending over and giving him a good view of her thong underneath her short dress. He saw it, the tiny pink thong that matched her bra. Her ass was small, firm and very smooth looking. She spread her legs apart the tiniest bit, and his cock twitched uncomfortably while a rush of anger spread through him. Two could play this game. She shouldn't think she's so clever. When she felt she'd rummaged around enough, but not too much to be completely obvious, she stood up and walked back over to him, a smug little smile on her face. He smiled back as though nothing had happened. She bent over his desk again and tossed her hair over her shoulder, wafting the smell of it in his face. It smelled warm, and somehow fresh, like almond extract and butterscotch and molasses. Disregarding this, he immediately launched into a long winded explanation of the first level harmonic analysis. He looked up at her periodically while talking, avoiding looking down her dress, despite how it tempted him like a blinking light. The longer he talked, the more frustrated she became. Ella pasted a placid smile on her face while remembering to nod occasionally. She figured he was purposely trying to dissuade her advances, but she wasn't going to give up. She'd keep building the sexual tension between them higher and higher until he absolutely couldn't stand it any longer. When he finally finished his "helping explanation," she beamed at him. "Thank you so much. Ugh, music theory is so hard! I don't know how i'd pass without your help," she said. "My pleasure," He responded with an equally bright smile. "Now, it's Friday. Shouldn't you be off with your friends doing something fun?" At his words she immediately turned a delicate shade of pink. "No, I haven't really got any plans tonight..." she said. He sensed there was something she wanted to hide, but didn't want to press the issue. He stood up and opened the door for her. "Well, have fun doing whatever activities you'll be doing tonight, Ella." Damn, that came out unintentionally suggestive. He couldn't stop himself from flirting with her! His eyes followed her ass as she collected her things around his office. Walking out the door, she stopped a little too close to him and looked him straight in the eye. "Oh, I will." And with a smile she brushed past him and descended the staircase. ---- That night around eight, Ella lay in bed feeling more than a little nervous, not believing she was actually going to do something this forward. She hesitated before reaching down and sliding her thong off, then pulling her dress over her head and removing her bra. She spread her legs and exhaled. While her right hand made slow circles around the outer lips of her already tingling pussy, her left hand picked up her cell phone and scrolled through the contacts until she reached "Reilly, Adam." He had given all his students his cell phone number at the beginning of the year, in case they ever needed to let him know last minute that they wouldn't be coming to a meeting or a lesson. She'd never used it, before now. Her right hand middle finger was now at her opening, feeling the wetness pooled there from the arousing few days she'd had and the prospect of what she was about to do. She gently stroked her clit and groaned deep in her throat. She was so warm and wet that the slightest touch sent jolts of pleasure buzzing through all her extremities. She took a deep breath and pressed send. Holding the phone up to her ear, she continued to stroke her pussy and waited. Dr. Reilly was at home watching T.V. when his phone began to ring. He looked at the screen and realized it was a number he didn't recognize. He muted the T.V. and answered. "Hello?" There was no response. "Hellooo...? Is there anyone there?" No response. He was about to hang up when he heard something. It sounded like breathing. Yes, it was definitely breathing, and it was getting heavier. He was beginning to get creeped out. "Who is this? Why are you calling me?" There was no answer, but this time he heard a distinctive sound. It sent a jolt through him. It was the sound of a woman moaning. No, it can't be, he thought. He sat paralyzed, holding the phone up to his ear, while the soft moaning continued. It sounded like it was coming from far away, like the phone was set down a foot or so away from the woman on the end of the line. She seemed to be in pleasure. She was whimpering softly and groaning. He thought he could hear wet sounds. "Oh, God yes..." he heard faintly, followed by a gasp and another moan. He sat up in his chair, heart pounding. That voice was unmistakable, even through a fuzzy phone line. It was Ella, he knew it. His cock was growing hard listening to her. He wondered if she had accidentally dialed him while she masturbated. The thought aroused him beyond belief. He unconsciously took his hardening cock out of his pants and stroked it while holding the phone to his ear. She was clearly enjoying herself. Her moans were growing louder and more frantic. He pictured her laying there, probably on her bed, naked, spread eagle with her hand between her legs. He was throbbing, so hard that it hurt. He pictured her fondling her perfectly formed little breasts with one hand, pinching her hard nipples, while she rubbed her clit with the other, and had to stifle a moan while she let hers out on the end of the line. Her panting was getting faster and more urgent, and he could tell she was about to cum. The thought drove him over the edge, and as she let out a long, stifled moan with the force of her orgasm, he exploded and shot his cum all over the place. Ella lay there panting, recovering from the best orgasm she'd had in a long time. After a few moments she picked up the phone and clicked the end button. She smiled to herself. Let him think it was an accident, that she was mortified, and hung up quickly after realizing she'd accidentally dialed him. She was still shocked that she'd actually followed through with her plan. It would be entertaining, certainly, to see how Dr. Reilly would act around her now. Would he bring it up or act like it hadn't happened? Or would he wait for her to approach the incident? She could tell she was winding him up, slowly, and sooner or later he would have to snap. As hard as he'd tried to conceal it, she still sensed his arousal during their homework session earlier. It was pointless of him to try to fight her. She'd keep teasing until he gave in. On some level, it wasn't even an option to give up. If she stopped trying she really might go insane with unfulfilled lust, being around him for four years... Dr. Reilly shook while he wiped the cum off his furniture with a paper towel. He hadn't come that hard in... well, who knows how long. A thought crept into his brain that maybe it hadn't been an accident. Maybe she had purposely called him, purposely let him hear her touching herself. He shook his head. How did he get himself into this? A student was having so much power over him. Part of him was angry that she was doing this to him, tormenting him like this, knowing that he would be putting everything at risk by having a relationship with her. The other part was more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. He knew that he couldn't wait to see her again on Monday, her bright smile, her petite, delicious body... She was one of the more talented students he'd ever taught, which attracted him to her even more. In more ways than one, too... No woman had ever had the power to wind him up like this before. He couldn't wait to be alone with her again, even though he knew the tortures it would bring. He would not let himself give in to her schemes. But, for the next few days, the thought of her naked and pleasuring herself would not leave his mind no matter what he tried. The thoughts were getting more and more elaborate, his imagination taking over where her faint moans had left off. He was imagining her fucking herself with a massive dildo, shoving it deep into her pussy and moaning while she played with her breasts with her free hand. Her body was all oiled up and she looked like a greek goddess in his mind. The thought of seeing her on Monday made him tremble, made his cock get hard instantly like an uncontrollable teenager. ---- Ella was even more nervous this particular Monday than she had been the very first Monday of the term, but she had it all planned out in her mind: what to say to him, how to act, how to look. It was ten minutes before 10 am. She clicked down the halls in her heels and pushed the door open to the studio, expecting it to be empty. Standing there was Dr. Reilly, and all the sudden all her schemes flew from her mind like butterflies and settled somewhere in her stomach. The craziness of what she had done assaulted her again. How was she going to act like it was an accident when she was so obviously, madly attracted to him? He turned around and saw her standing there. For a second they stared at each other with unadulterated lust and fascination. He struck such a sexy, powerful figure in his suit. She wanted nothing more than to walk up to him, grab his head and kiss him with all she had in her. The electricity between them was palpable. His eyes would not stop roving up and down her body. She blushed and looked down, breaking the moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "Dr. Reilly, about Friday..." she broke off and cleared her throat. "I'm really, really sorry... I can't believe I did that, it was a total accident. I must have accidentally dialed you. It won't happen again. I'm mortified," she said weakly, even managing to blush. Dr. Reilly stared at her, looking for a twitch, the hint of a smile, anything to show that she was lying. She really is a superb actress. He stepped closer to her, and when they were a few feet apart a look passed over her face; her eyelids fell and fluttered, her lips parted and her breathing shot up. He noticed before she could hide it. He stepped closer, smirking, and she backed away. The effect he had on her was too much for her to hide. He liked that. Suddenly grabbing her arm, all professionalism gone, he whispered in a low, rough tone "Was it an accident? Or did you want me to hear you rubbing your pussy? You wanted to send me over the edge, didn't you?" She looked shocked and once again the look on her face told him that she couldn't stand the closeness between them. "I... It was an accident... I didn't want you... to hear..." She whispered raggedly. She was having trouble breathing. His eyes were smoldering. In books, they always use the expression "eyes smoldering" to describe the way someone looks at someone they're lusting for. But until this moment, she'd never understood exactly what smoldering might look like. Smoldering was the only way to describe the way Dr. Reilly's eyes penetrated her, made her unable to breathe. "Listen to me, Ella. You aren't going to win. I am not going to do this with you, i'm not going to play these games." With a firm grip on one of her arms still, he grabbed the other one and stepped even closer to her, fighting his own primal urge to shove her against the wall, push up her skirt and fuck her right there. Her eyes were wide with shock, her lips open. He could see her pink tongue and hear her feverish breathing. She wasn't even trying to hide it any longer. He wanted to feel her lips on his again so badly. Without thinking he leaned in towards her face, but stopped himself before his lips reached their goal. "You can try as long as you want to, but I'm not going to do this with you." he whispered. His warm breath washed over her face. She couldn't help a small whimper escaping from her lips. Every fiber of her being seemed to pull towards him like he was some sort of magnet. His eyes shut for a moment and he said, almost indistinguishably, "God, Ella..." A sound disturbed them: the door was being opened. He quickly let go of her arms and she felt the blood rushing back into them. Dr. Reilly stepped away and moved behind a chair, where the bulge in his pants couldn't be seen. Ella sat down, rubbing her arms, trying to collect herself before everyone came in. Master class was quite the event that day. Everyone could see that Dr. Reilly was not himself, he was jumpy, absent-minded, and seemed to be avoiding looking anyone in the eye. Ella sat in the back row behind most of the other people, so nobody noticed when her hand started surreptitiously pulling her skirt up her thigh, revealing much more of her than was appropriate. Nobody besides for Dr. Reilly, that is. And oh, how he tried not to notice. Ella was staring again, boring holes in him with her eyes, pulling her skirt up right behind his other students. God damn her. Nobody was surprised when he let class out ten minutes early. ---- Dr. Reilly opened his eyes and groaned. He rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 3 in the morning. He realized he was sweating and all twisted up in the sheets. Not surprising, considering the dream he'd been having. It was a replay of earlier in the day, with Ella, with noticeable differences... He'd been fucking her, smashing her up against the wall. She had whimpered the same way she did earlier that made him crazy, but this time he pushed her against the wall, ripped her skirt off and fucked her roughly while she clung to him, digging her nails into his back and screaming "Don't stop, Oh God, don't stop! Fuck me... Fuck me hard!" and he'd obliged, of course. He was just about to cum deep inside her tight, hot pussy when he woke up. Of course. Sleep eluded him. All he could do was lay there, still hard, thinking about Ella. In his sleepy, befuddled state all he could think was that the only way things could be fixed is if he fucked her. There was no way around it. It had to be done. She was haunting his dreams. This has to stop, he thought. Then he groaned again and scolded himself. No, that couldn't happen... When he finally did fall asleep again, Ella was right there, naked, bending over his desk, begging to be fucked. "I've been a bad girl. I need you to punish me." Dream Ella whispered in a low purr, looking over her shoulder at him. She was much sluttier than the real Ella. Dr. Reilly moaned in his sleep. In the morning he woke up, bleary eyed, feeling like he'd gotten no rest at all. ---- Tuesday morning passed in a blurry haze of arousal mixed with fear and apprehension. Ella couldn't concentrate in her class. She was tapping her foot, humming under her breath, playing games on her computer, anything to get rid of the sick, nervous feeling in her stomach that made her pulse fly up and her breathing quicken. Her lesson was this afternoon. She refused to back down and give up; she'd come too far already. Dr. Reilly sat in his office, waiting in the silence. He wasn't such a coward that he would make up an excuse to cancel Ella's lesson, even though he was tempted. He'd just have to put a stop to her behavior once and for all. He would tell her, straight to her face, that she had to stop or he would be forced to... take action. Well, that sounded lame and ineffective. But it was the best he had to threaten her with. This couldn't go on. He was losing sleep over it, and that was where he drew the line. He closed his eyes and grimaced at the thought of being in her presence constantly for the next four years, being alone with her at least once a week, and NOT doing with her what he pleased. But it would be for the best. At least, that's what he told himself. He ran a hand through his dark hair and exhaled. It was 2:55. Ella was wearing matching underwear. A black lacy bra that barely covered her nipples, and a tiny matching thong. She never wore matching underwear. It was giving her a weird feeling of confidence as she breathed in and out, standing outside Dr. Reilly's office door. When 2:59 became 3:00 she slowly knocked on the door three times. He opened it, and without a word walked back to his desk and sat down. He wasn't smiling. Ella's nervousness increased tenfold seeing his solemn expression. "Good afternoon," she said quietly. No response. He seemed very agitated. He stood and walked over to her, not meeting her gaze. When he looked into her eyes the illusion of confidence she'd been building shattered into tiny pieces, and she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself. "Ella, we both know things aren't normal right now. You need to stop... trying to seduce me," He started out awkwardly and looked down again. "You can't keep trying. It would be bad for the both of us. If you do, i'll be forced to... take action." He said, his voice sounding hollow and insincere. "Take action?" she said, breathing hard, stepping closer to him. "That's exactly what I want you to do." She gazed up at him, lips parted. "I want you. I haven't ever actually told you this before..." She whispered. Her cheeks were flushed. "I need you, Dr. Reilly. I can't be around you and not have you. You're the most wonderful teacher and man I have ever known... Please." Her pleading drove him mad, he couldn't stand it. "I need you..." She repeated, closing her eyes, waiting for his rejection. He looked tortured. "I can't, Ella... I want to but I really can't. It's too risky." Forbidden Music Ch. 02 An almost silent sigh escaped her lips. Dr. Reilly was already hard despite himself. Her smell was surrounding him. The smell of her hair, warm and rich and sexy, and the smell of her perfume, sweet and girly. He knew it well. The combination was intense. His emotions were a swirling mass of frustration and lust. Ella felt a rush of adrenaline and knew that he was trying his hardest to be good. It wouldn't be enough. Her shaking hand reached to her chest of its own accord and started to undo the top buttons of her blouse. She watched his eyes pop open in surprise and his teeth clench as she gradually exposed herself. Averting his eyes, he turned around and put his hands on his desk, bending over and groaning. Ella could see that he was hard as a rock. "Stop it, Ella." He said quietly to his desk. It sounded more like pleading than a command. Her blouse was undone and she paid no attention to his request, starting to unzip her skirt. Suddenly his hands were on her arms, pinning them down to her sides. His face was contorted in anger and lust and she couldn't move in his painful grip. "Jesus Ella, why are you doing this to me?" said Dr. Reilly in a moan of frustration. She could feel his hands trembling. They stared at each other for a split second, both panting and shuddering with nearness, and something snapped inside him. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him roughly, a deep moan rising in his chest as their lips smashed together. She was attacking him fiercely and he wasn't fighting back anymore. Her lips tasted like peppermint, and coffee; they meshed perfectly with his, and when his tongue met hers she almost collapsed. She couldn't hold back shallow whimpers as his hands went to her bare skin, pushing up her shirt and caressing her back. They broke apart, and he tore off her skirt and blouse wildly and shoved her up against a wall. He wasn't thinking, he was beyond it, his level of arousal was impossible to ignore any longer. They were acting like animals and he liked it. His cock was so hard it hurt as Ella reached down and began fumbling with his belt like her life depended on it. She was shaking so badly that he pushed her hands away and undid it in record time. Her hands immediately went to his cock, freeing it from his boxers. Her heart pounded in between her legs at the sight of it. It was bigger than she'd imagined, thick and swollen, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He gasped as she wrapped her hand around him. He couldn't believe how good it felt to feel her soft hands on him, stroking him. Ella knew she had to feel his cock inside her as soon as she possibly could. She was breathing so fast and hard she was in danger of hyperventilating. He pushed up her lacy bra, not bothering to unhook it, and groaned as he saw her breasts for the first time. Her nipples were small, pink and so hard, he longed to take one into his mouth. He reached out and squeezed her breasts brutally, making her whimpers turn to moans. Ella's brain was numb with pleasure and disbelief. Oh God, this is really happening. He ran his fingers over her nipples and she shuddered, feeling more turned on than she ever had been in her life. He began to kiss her neck, moving down her body to her shoulders, her chest, finally stopping at her breasts, while his strong hands roved over her body, cupping her ass and kneading her skin. She gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting it. Her eyelids were fluttering in pleasure. "Oh God, that feels... so good..." she sighed. His tongue played with her nipple while his hand made its way between her legs. He touched her, the tip of his finger barely making contact with her soft, wet pussy. She arched her back and gasped in surprise and pleasure at his feather light touch, having not even realized that he'd taken her panties off. As he started to stroke her, all coherent thoughts flew from her mind, and she could only pant and whimper "Oh, please... Oh God..." Dr. Reilly was certainly the most skilled man she'd ever met in her life. Ella was the wettest woman he'd ever encountered in his life. Her juices were running down her thighs and all over the hand he used to rub her clit. They both knew they'd have to be quiet and unheard by anybody, but she was having trouble. Her hands were on his shoulders, her face buried in his neck trying to stifle her choking moans. As he slid a finger inside her she cried out softly, biting his neck to keep from screaming. God, she's so tight. He pumped his finger in and out of her while she clung to him, digging her fingers into his back. He added another finger and felt her body start to shudder and convulse as he pummeled her fast and hard. His thumb stroked her clit while he crooked his fingers to feel the extra-sensitive spot inside her. Her mouth was open in a silent "O" and the look on her face could have been extreme pain or pleasure. He could tell she was about to cum by the way her lower body bucked and shuddered against his hand and how her whimpers had morphed into a long, keening moan into his neck. She came harder than he'd ever seen any woman come. She suddenly pulled away from him. "I need you... inside me. Right now. Please!" she said frantically, wrapping her legs around him. He guided his cock to her entrance and moaned at how warm she felt. The head of his cock slipped inside her and they gasped in unison. "Please!" she repeated into his ear. At her words he thrust the entire length of his cock into her glistening pussy. She let out a yelp she couldn't stifle. She was so tight; he was only the second man she'd ever been with, and definitely the biggest. It was on the verge of being painful, but she felt wonderfully filled and stretched. Her pussy throbbed and ached to feel him fuck her. He started to, slowly at first as not to hurt her, but fighting the urge to pound her as hard and fast as he could. Her hips began to move against his, thrusting him into her deeper each time. Her staccato whimpers were in time with the sound of skin slapping against skin. They needed this, the release of weeks worth of pent up tension. He fucked her harder and harder, pounding her against the wall. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them next to her head. It was so erotic, feeling his hands holding her, feeling him possess her so completely like this. He was exactly how she'd imagined him to be as a lover. Strong, smooth, in control and completely engaged in making her feel as good as he possibly could. He loved seeing the look on her face, the way it contorted in pleasure at every thrust. He knew immediately that he could fuck her all day and not get tired of the way the frantic whimpers escaped her parted lips, the way her mouth opened and her eyes closed. He was about to lose it just watching her. He was fucking her for all he was worth, slamming her into the wall, loving the feel of her tightness all around him. He felt her start to tremble and her muscles contract and spasm. Ella's knees buckled; her body felt like it was going to explode and she let out a long stream of unintelligible sounds and words into Dr. Reilly's neck while he fucked her relentlessly. Her orgasm ripped through her with all the force of a speeding train. He growled, clenched his teeth and slowed, thrusting once more roughly into her, feeling his own incredible orgasm starting. All control was gone as she felt his hot cum shooting into her over and over. She'd never had to try this hard to keep quiet before; her stifled moans were getting increasingly less inconspicuous. She kept cumming, and felt like she should have stopped by now. Through the haze of pleasure she was numbly aware of the fact that her feet were not touching the floor any longer. She arched her back and thrashed in Dr. Reilly's arms. He held her until she stopped quivering. He looked down at her; her hair mussed and tangled, her panties down around her ankles, her face flushed. He looked around the room for her clothes. They were strewn all over the place. He didn't even remember taking off her bra, but there it was, innocently lying on top of a pile of papers on his desk. A grin spread over his face. She sheepishly grinned back up at him, still panting and shaking. She stood up and swayed ominously before steadying herself against the wall. Ella turned away from him, starting to grab her clothes off the ground, but he gently pulled her back. He looked into her eyes and pulled her into him, kissing her soundly and passionately. It was amazing to her how, even after incredible sex and multiple orgasms, she still wanted him and ached to feel him touch her. They broke apart and she sighed, not wanting to leave him, but there was no point in trying to spend the remaining 45 minutes of her lesson actually learning anything on flute. She giggled at the thought of playing the flute after that. He had no words for what had just happened between them. He simply stared at her, absorbing the beauty that was shimmering around her like a hazy cloud of smoke, and letting the facts sink into him: they'd just fucked, had incredible, mind blowing sex right here. Up against that wall, right there. He sighed deeply, but it was a contented sigh, not one of frustration, or anger, or worry. It felt strange that the impossible fantasy he'd been yearning towards for so long had just transpired. And so naturally, at that. Something clicked between them, and locked into place. There'd be no going back after this. Neither of them wanted to anyway. Before Ella left his office, now fully clothed, she turned to him, unsure of what to expect. Would there be hugging? Kissing? Or would he act as he did before, and play the part of the regular professor? Or, she shuddered to even think it, more fucking? She mentally checked herself. The voice of lust inside her had not been silenced. If anything, it was stronger and more emphatic than ever. Of course there would be more fucking. The thought tipped the corner of her mouth upward, pulled her lids down in remembered pleasure. She looked at him and felt a rush of affection and desire, lust and anticipation. She stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around the unsuspecting Dr. Reilly and kissed him. His hands found their way up her back, cupping her face, and tangling in her hair. In her kiss was the unspoken reassurance that she wanted this as much as he did. They broke apart and she leaned into whisper in his ear. "I'll see you at my next lesson."