0 comments/ 66001 views/ 1 favorites I Love Orchestra! By: MorbidGirl It was about 7:20 in the morning, and I was late for my lesson with Ms. Thompson. Well, I wasn't really late, as we hadn't set a specific time, but I liked to be there before she was. I rushed into the band room with my violin case in hand. I greeted my friends, and plopped myself into my seat just as Ms. Thompson walked through the door, carrying her books and papers. I began unpacking my things. Out of my peripheral vision, I watched her make her way to my direction. She was beautiful, with long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and a figure that made guys and girls (such as myself) drool buckets. "Hi, Danielle," she said, smiling her gorgeous smile. The room seemed to brighten with it. "Uhm…Hi, Ms. Thompson," I ducked my head. "So, are you in tune?" "Yes ma'me, I think so." "Shall we begin?" "Sure." I began to play my piece, she counting time. I shook in her presence, which was visible through my vibrato. I tried to follow her instructions, and got through it all. "Danielle, that's very good." She smiled again. My heart melted. "T-thank you, Ms. Thompson." "However, I think you should try this…" She leaned over, and put my fingers in the position she thought they should be in on my instrument. "Your palms are a bit sweaty. Are you alright?" She asked. "Uh…I'm fine." She continued maneuvering my hand. "There." She seemed pleased with her work, as my fingers were in the exact same place they were before she'd started moving them. What was the point of all that? I gave her a quizzical look. Grinning, she asked "Can you meet me after school?" "Sure…Where?" "Just meet me here. We might go some place else." "Like where?" By now, I was thoroughly confused, although slightly titillated. "You'll see. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get the lesson plan together for orchestra class today." She walked away, and I watched her go. What could she, possibly, be planning? The day wore on and on. It seemed as if my teachers were solely convinced that we were undeserving of the luxury of having no homework over the weekend. We begged, pleaded, and go the preppy girls to try to pimp them, but it was all to no avail. I almost ran out of the building when I remembered I had a "date" with Ms. Thompson. I sighed, and reentered the building. I stood around and goofed off with my friends who were in the band until she arrived. Her attire blew me away. She was wearing tight leather pants and a halter-top that barely passed dress code. "Uhm…uh…. Hi Ms. Thompson." I managed to utter, even though I was looking her up and down, as was half the band room. My nipples were hardening, and I was getting wet through my jeans. DAMN! She was FINE! "Hi, Danielle. Shall we go?" "G-go? OH! Sure. Just let me grab my stuff." "Sure. Meet me at my car." I didn't take my eyes off her until she left the room. I finally came to my senses, and hurriedly grabbed my books and instrument. I got into her black, luxury, Sedan. It was quite nice with leather seats and a CD player. "Uhm…Ms. Thompson?" "Yes." "Where are we going?" She chuckled, "You'll see." I kept my eyes on the road. I couldn't stare at her. It wouldn't be seemly. Besides, I didn't want her to see my apparent arousal or the lust in my eyes. She pulled onto the expressway, and we rolled along for a while, making small talk. She pulled off at an exit, and we rode around for about ten minutes more. Finally, she pulled up at a modest, two-story house. She turned off the ignition, and stepped out of the car. I followed suit. She took out a key and opened the door, and I stepped in. "This is your house?" "Yes." "It's quite nice." I said. It was cool inside with plush furniture, hardwood floors, a fireplace, and lots of violin knick-knacks. She smiled her appreciation, and bid me sit down. I sat on the couch, and she sat next to me, with only inches separating us. My leg shook, as it is apt to do when I am nervous. She put her hand on my knee, and I instantly froze. Gulping, I turned to look at her. The silence between us was deafening. Finally, she broke it. "Are the rumors true?" "Huh? Rumors?" "About you…being a lesbian." Her hand rubbed my knee and slowly crept up my leg. "Uhm…Well, yes, they are." I replied. She grinned, and I began to get an idea as to why I was here. "So, let me get this right. You and Amanda…?" "Well, for a time, we did. But…She moved on to other people. We're still friends, I guess." "So…are you as good as she tells Bianca you are?" I jumped at this question. That wasn't expected. "Well…uhm…er…It would depend on how good she said I was…" I managed to utter. "She says you're mind blowing." Wow. I'm that good, eh? However, the situation at hand had to be addressed. "Ms. Thompson…You didn't bring me here for…I mean…well…er…uh…" "Yes, Danielle, I want to have sex with you." Well, jeeze, she didn't waste time. But, then, neither was I. "Well, to be honest with you, I've wanted to ever since January." She turned a beet red at that statement. "I'm sorry…I guess I…" I didn't get to finish making my apologies because she kissed my lips. Her lips were soft, pressed against mine. Then, her tongue probed my mouth. I responded in kind, and we kissed for many minutes, exploring each other's mouths. My hands explored her face. My kisses trailed up and down her neck. She moaned and sighed. As a test, I placed my right hand on her right breast. She smiled as I began to rub it through her shirt. "Wait a second." Her voice took the teacher tone, which I found so cute coming from her. She took off her shirt and bra to reveal small, pert, breasts. Her nipples were a rosy color. Immediately, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I could easily suck her entire breast into my mouth, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. "I'm cumming! God, my nipples are soo sensitive. I love it when someone sucks them!" She, then, proceeded to thrash around wildly and scream my name. Damn, she was loud. I couldn't decide what to do next. Should I explore the rest of her of my own accord, or wait for her to beg? It's a major turn on when women beg, but, still, the rest of her unseen flesh intrigued me. I decided to go ahead and see the rest of what was in the box. I kissed my way from her breasts to her stomach, tonguing her navel. I removed her pants and a pantie in short order, and was greeted with the sight of her unblemished body. It was perfect in every way. I, especially, enjoyed the sight of her pussy. It was shaved completely smooth. I could see her juices coming out of it. I salivated at the thought of how they would taste. "Danielle, Amanda didn't tell Bianca you just stood there, you know." She giggled, making light of my silence and apparent ogling. I reached out to stroke the outer lips of her pussy. She moaned and sighed, arching her back to try to get my fingers inside of her, but I avoided it. I massaged her clit in an almost nonchalant way with my left hand. My right hand began to play with her breasts. Her moans became louder, and I smirked a little bit. "Lick my clit." She demanded. "Ms. Thompson, this isn't orchestra. You aren't telling me what to do in this instance. I think I have a bit of the upper hand in this one. You'll have to be a whole bunch nicer for that." "Amanda always said you were a tease…" "I'm not a tease…I just like to tempt people with undiscovered perks." "What do I have to do to get you to fuck me?" "Uhm…well…there's always one thing I've always wanted to see a woman do, now that you mention it…" I grinned a little bit, "but I doubt you'd do it." "Danielle, I'm so fucking horny, I'd do Mr. Battle if you told me to." Laughing, I replied, "No…it's far from that, Dora. I guess we're on a first name basis, hmm?" "We could be on middle-name basis, for all I care. What do you want me to do, baby? I'll do anything." She sounded like she meant it, too. The look in her eyes didn't hurt, either. "Play with yourself for me. Amanda never would, and it'd be such a major turn on to see a woman of your caliber and maturity do so." Thus saying, I removed my hands, while she stared at me, stunned. "Well…ok…" She closed her eyes and spread her legs. She displayed all her charms before me. I sat back and watched as her hand slowly inched to her pussy. She inserted a finger deep inside, then, slowly drew it out. I was turned on all the more by this. She licked the juices off her finger, and dug in for more. She began to fuck herself with two fingers. She was, apparently, as turned on as I was. She began fucking herself faster and harder. She screamed as she came. As she was coming down off her high, I began to suck and flick at her clit. I pulled it into my mouth. My fingers tweaked both of her nipples simultaneously. I sucked her juices into my mouth. I kissed my way from her clit, up her stomach, past her twin peaks, up her neck, and to her lips. She hungrily returned the kiss I gave her. I pulled away from her. "What the hell are you doing?" She challenged. I didn't reply, just removed my clothing. Both of us were as naked as the day we were born. And both of us were searching for release from the other. I pushed her down on the couch, and aligned myself so that our pussies touched. I ground my clit into hers, causing us both to moan loudly. Our bodies crushed together faster and harder. Our screams got louder and louder. "I'm CUMMING!!" She screamed. Her body shook beneath mine. She shouted my name over and over. I kept going, as I hadn't just yet. I hungrily kissed her as I came. I lazily got off her, and sat on the opposite side of the couch. We both tried to catch our breaths and collect our thoughts. "Dora?" I inquired. "Yes?" "Will this…change our student-teacher relationship?" "How could it not?" "Well…I…uh…" She kissed me again. I collapsed into her arms. She stroked my hair and held me close to her. I could feel her heart beating in rhythm with mine. We both fell asleep for a few hours, fucked once more, and she took me home. I saw her the next day in the band room and walked up to her. She got an evil grin on her face when she saw me. "Hi, Ms. Thompson." I rubbed the back of my neck and stared at her feet. Damn, this was awkward. She touched my cheek, and I stared into her warm eyes. "Hi, Danielle. Can you meet me after school for another lesson? I think Amanda and Frances might join us." "Sure!" I replied. To Be Continued... I Love Orchestra! Ch. 2 I came to the band room promptly after school, instrument in hand. All of my band friends were there, along with Amanda and Frances. Frances was gorgeous. She was about 5'5" with curly hair that went every which way, a nice smile, and mocha skin that was common among Puerto Ricans. She was a violist with a bit of a temper. Amanda was, about the same height as Frances. She had creamy skin, hazel eyes, rosy cheeks, and long dirty-blonde hair. She was the resident cellist. I walked over to them. "Hi, Amanda. Hi, Frances." I said. "Hey, Danielle." Frances replied. "Hello, Danielle." Amanda said, grinning. "Why does Ms. Thompson want to see us after school?" Frances innocently asked. Amanda and I exchanged a look. We knew why, but she didn't. How could we explain it to her? "Uhm...you'll soon see." Amanda said, trying to smooth things over without giving everything away. This answer seemed to be sufficient for Frances, and we passed the time with idle chatter. Frances left Amanda and me alone to talk to her other friends. "I take it you know why we've been invited to hang out with Ms. Thompson after school, yes?" I asked. "Yeah...I've been going to her after school for a few weeks now. But it just didn't seem right without you. I've missed you nights..." She trailed off and stared into my eyes. She gave me a hug, which I returned. "Uhm...guys?" We pulled apart as Frances approached. "What are you guys doing?" She asked. Amanda and I exchanged a glance, but were saved from an awkward conversation by the entrance of Ms. Thompson. "Hi, ladies! Are you ready to go?" She beamed at us. "Sure." I said, and headed out to the car. "Yep!" Amanda replied, and followed my lead. "...Yeah, I guess..." Frances followed us, a little wary of what fate might befall her. We put our things in the trunk. I sat in the backseat with Amanda, while Frances sat in the front with Ms. Thompson. We rode away from the school happy it was the weekend. "Hey, Amanda," I whispered, "do you remember when we first talked about doing something like this with Ms. Thompson?" She giggled, "Yeah...it always made me hot to think about her that way. I wonder what she has in store for Frances." I grinned and turned to watch the scenery go by out the window. She put her hand on my knee, and I turned to face her. "Danielle..." "Yeah?" "I've really missed you." Tears began to form in her eyes. "But I thought you were happier with that guy..." "I wasn't. I've missed you." Her eyes bore into mine. "Well, Amanda...give me some time, ok?" She nodded. In a few more minutes, we reached Ms. Thompson's house. "Ladies, exit the vehicle." Ms. Thompson lightly said. We got out of the car, and retrieved our things from the trunk. Ms. Thompson opened the door to her house, and we entered. Again, it was a cool contrast to the heat outside and the heat within me. Frances looked around, admiring the décor of the home. We set our things down and plopped on the couch. "Give me a minute to freshen up, ladies. I need to change clothes." "Ok." Frances said, and she promptly left the room. I put my arm around Amanda's shoulders, and she kissed me. It felt so good to feel her lips upon mine again! She knew how gently to kiss me, how sweetly. She knew where to touch me, just as I touched her. Frances watched us, absolutely flabbergasted by our behavior. I'm not sure whether she was repulsed or felt neglected. I couldn't ponder over it because Ms. Thompson slipped up behind her and began massaging her shoulders. "Frances, you're so tense. You need to relax." Gradually, Frances lost her anxiety and closed her eyes, letting the new sensations course through her veins. Meanwhile, Amanda began to unbutton my shirt while nuzzling and kissing my neck. Ms. Thompson finally stood before us. She was wearing a white bathrobe tied with a sash. However, we could see that there was nothing underneath that robe, not a STICH! She slowly disrobed before us, and we all followed suit. I love Amanda's naked body. I had before, and I still do. There's no blemish on her, nowhere! Her nipples stand out about a half of an inch, and they're a rosy color. Her pussy hair is the same dirty blonde of the hair atop her head. Frances wasn't looking so bad herself. She had large breasts that her body was proportioned to handle. They were capped with large, dark, nipples and aureoles. Her pussy seemed a bit small. I could tell because it was bare. I didn't get to muse on this any further because Amanda broke into my thoughts. "Danielle, care to join me in the Jacuzzi?" She giggled before I could answer, and sped off towards the back of the house, where the Jacuzzi was located. I followed her, and we hopped right in. Apparently, someone had been planning for someone to jump in because it was already bubbling strongly. We didn't give it much thought and splashed around together. Our bodies rubbed against each other. I kissed her while playing with her breasts. They were soft, yet firm, and she seemed to enjoy it immensely. "Hey! C'mon!" She took my hand and dragged me back into the house. She headed for Ms. Thompson's bedroom. "Amanda...What the heck...? I mean...isn't this kinda...disrespectful?" I asked. "She won't care!" With that, she pulled me on the bed with her. She cradled me in her arms for some minutes. "Hmm...I wonder how Frances is doing?" I smirked. Meanwhile... Ok, this was weird. The student teacher of my orchestra class is naked and so am I. We're in her house. She's almost leering at me. This is pretty freaky. Where in the hell are Amanda and Danielle? "Frances, are you alright?" She asked. "Huh? Uhm...I'm ok, I guess." I squirmed around under her gaze. This is totally freaking me out. "You don't seem ok." "Well, I assure you I am." I can't let her touch me! I might...do something. Damn it! What is she doing?! She got up and sat next to me. Not even inches were separating us. I could almost feel her heat. Or was it mine? No! No! I had to stop this! Her hand crept up my leg, past my knee, to my inner thigh. It was starting to feel good. She leaned over to kiss me. Well, actually, she forced her tongue into my mouth, not like I cared much. I had to admit that I'd wanted something like this for a few months now, just not with her. I hungrily returned her kiss. Her hand inched further, until it was on the outside of my pussy. Her kisses trailed from my lips, to my neck, and then to my breasts. She sucked and bit on one of my nipples. I closed my eyes as she kneaded the other. My own hand cupped one of her smaller breasts. It was conical, her nipple firm. "Follow me", she commanded. I complied and we headed to her bedroom. Much to her pleasure and my astonishment, Danielle and Amanda were in here. It wasn't the fact that they were in there that really astonished me. It was what they were doing! Amanda was grinding her pussy against Danielle's face and screaming. I guess I hadn't noticed, since I was preoccupied with Ms. Thompson. "Oh God, Danielle! Lick me! Right there!" She screamed some more stuff. I wasn't much paying attention to that. I was staring at Danielle's pussy. It was almost looking at me, beckoning me. It seemed to say, "Come on, Frances. You know you want to." I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off it. I had to taste it. As if my body was thinking faster than my brain, I found myself inches away from it. I gingerly dipped my tongue inside in order to taste her. I liked the taste, so I dug in for more. I ran my tongue over her clit. I pushed a finger inside of her. She was tight and wet. The thought suddenly struck me. How much could she take? Grinning almost evilly, I began to pump her with two fingers. I think she liked it because she squirmed around a lot and moaned. "Whoa, there, slow down. We'll get to that later." Ms. Thompson pulled my hand away. She laid me on the bed face up. She got on her knees and began licking my pussy. It felt a bit weird at first, but I began to enjoy it. Meanwhile... Amanda got off of me. My face was covered with her cum. She licked it off my face and kissed me, tasting her. She turned around, and saw Ms. Thompson going down on Frances. She grinned at me, as if in triumph. She began to play with Frances' nipples, while I played with hers. She brushed my hand away with her free hand. "It's your turn." She began to tongue my pussy. She pushed her tongue as deeply inside as it would go. She fingered my ass. Amanda was the only person I'd let near me, there. She pumped one, then two, fingers inside of me. Then, through the haze of pleasure, I heard Frances shouting her pleasure. I came soon after. Ms. Thompson and Amanda went at it for a while, and then we all lay on the bed in a comatose state. "How long have you guys been planning this?" Frances asked. "A few weeks." Amanda replied. "Is there anyone else you guys might...want?" "Well, not that you mention it...I think Desiree would be quite a nice addition." Ms. Thompson said "What about you, Danielle?" "Well...uhm...I like Michele." "Michele?! You're kidding me! She's so...pure and CATHOLIC!" Amanda laughed. "So? I used to be! Besides, the innocence is a bit...intriguing in a way." I sighed. "We'll see..." Ms. Thompson said, sleepily. To Be Continued... I Love Orchestra! Ch. 3 The next orchestra day, I met up with Frances and Amanda. Ms. Thompson had not yet arrived. We stood near the podium. Mr. Battle, the conductor, was writing some lame joke on the board. One of the violists, Elaine, chastised him horribly. He came up with some remark, and, thus, life went on. "Are we going to Ms. Thompson's today?" Frances asked. "I don't know, Frankie, it all depends." I replied. "STOP THAT! I hate it when you guys call me that! When do you think we'll find out?" "Probably when she shows up." Amanda said. She looked extremely tired, but it's a Monday! What do you expect? The band room door opened and slammed shut. Michele walked in, followed by Ms. Thompson. Michele is Japanese-American, her father being Japanese, her mother being Caucasian. She has the complexion of an Asian, the same dark hair and eyes, but her attitude is distinctly Caucasian. She's your classic prep, but her looks make her appear more exotic than the rest. She was friendly, fun loving, and cute as a button with a southern accent. "Hey, guys!" Michele walked over to us. "Hi, Michele." We replied in unison. "Hi everyone." Ms. Thompson walked over. "Hi." We all said. "Can I speak to you three for a moment?" Ms. Thompson pointed to Amanda, Frances, and me. "Sure, I'll talk to you guys later." Michele went to talk to Briana. "Well, you guys can come over on Wednesday, if you'd like…but I might not be able to pick you up and take you home." Ms. Thompson said. "Oh, that's no problem. I can drive." Amanda flashed her keys. "Good deal." Ms. Thompson said, and walked off. Michele returned to us. "What was all that about?" She inquired. "Oh…uhm…" I began, trying to find a good excuse and FAST. "Ms. Thompson invited us over and wants you to come, too." Frances piped up. Amanda and I looked at her, in shock. What the hell was she trying to do? "When?" Michele asked, beaming. "Wednesday." Frances replied. "Ok! I'll ask my mom!" Michele happily left us. Amanda and I turned on Frances. "What the HELL are you doing?!" I asked. "Isn't it obvious? Didn't you say you wanted Michele?" Frances asked. "You can't go around inviting people to other people's houses without the other person knowing, Frances." Amanda said. "What do you want me to do? Uninvite her?" "Tell Ms. Thompson about it, at least!" I said. "Besides, nothing will come of it. Michele is…" I looked at her "unreachable." "Fine!" Frances stormed off. Amanda and I watched Ms. Thompson's expression when she received the news. It went from mild horror to pleasure. She beckoned me over. I glanced at Amanda before I ambled over to her. She gave me a hard look for a second, and then her face broke into a smile. "Are you excited about Wednesday? Your fantasy might come true…" "Well, sure, I guess. But the chances of that happening are very slim." I shrugged. "I wouldn't say that…" I stared at her until she walked away. I didn't understand her sometimes. I took my position in the orchestra. I had a vantage point. I could see Ms. Thompson, Amanda, and Frances. Life was great, sometimes. When tuning, I caught Amanda's eye. She winked and giggled a little bit, before returning to her task. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see Michele, who sat behind me. Her lips were pursed in deep concentration on the pitch. Her hair fell in her face a bit, and she stopped to brush it away. She saw me looking at her, smiled, and resumed tuning. At this rate, I wouldn't be able to tune myself! I stopped perving and got back to work. Ms. Thompson helped people with tuning problems, and we played our pieces in preparation for the upcoming concert. "Ok, everybody. Let's play the Fur Elise." She said in her teacher voice. Frances, Amanda, and I exchanged a knowing smile. We'd heard her use a different tone of voice with us, a begging voice. We worked on the piece for the duration of the class period. When class ended, I caught up with Michele. "Hi! How's my favorite underclassmen friend?" I said, smiling. "Hey, Danielle. What are we gonna do Wednesday at Ms. Thompson's house?" She innocently asked. "Uhm…" I searched my mind for a quick, easy, answer that would quell her curiosity for the moment. "Lots of fun stuff…like…orchestral stuff." I said. "Oh ok. See you later!" She smiled and walked off. Whew! That was a close one! I only hope Frances doesn't give it all away. Wednesday arrives… I strolled into the band room, feeling pretty good. I had spoken to Amanda the night before, and we got each other off. I was really nervous. I gripped my case with nothing short of a death grip. Looking around, I didn't see Amanda, Frances, Michele, or Ms. Thompson. Shrugging, I sat down in my usual spot and began unpacking my stuff. One of my friends in band walked over to me. "Hi, Danielle." She said. "Yo, Angel…what's up, eh?" I replied. "Not much." She sat next to me. "Where's that chick?" "Which chick?" I said, snickering. "The orchestra chick!" She poked my ribs. "Ms. Thompson? That's a good question. Usually, she's here by now. It's about 7:35." I shrugged again. "She's a big girl, she can take care of herself, I'm sure." At this statement, Ms. Thompson walked into the door. Among her usual bags, I noticed a strange looking drink. It wasn't a Fruitopia, but I didn't give it too much thought. She came over, and Angel left. "Hi, Danielle. Are you excited about this afternoon? You haven't changed your mind, I'm sure." She smiled. "Well, I must admit that I'm a bit concerned about Michele. I mean…she's…Michele. How can I pull it off, ya know?" A smidgen of anxiety crept into my voice. "Relax; Michele will be fine." She put a reassuring hand on my shoulder before she turned to go. I watched her leave, doubting her word. Amanda and Frances arrived soon after, with the look of after glow plainly written upon their countenances. I smirked at them, and Frances almost blushed. Ms. Thompson, also, saw the pleasure on them, and shook her head, smiling. Amanda walked over. "Hi, Danielle. Ready for this afternoon?" She grinned mischievously. "…Not really…" I nervously replied. "Ms. Thompson will take care of it. Don't worry. I'll talk to you later." She left to talk to her other friends. I wasn't so sure about that. Ms. Thompson was only human. What was she going to do? Employ the use of mind-altering drugs? Please, she wouldn't do that. Of course, then again, I didn't think she'd do me. I decided not to worry myself with it. Michele walked by. She looked as cute as per usual. "Hey, Danielle." She said on the way to her seat. "Can I be your stand partner today? Lawrence is out on a field trip. He's going with Slash, Bill, Saul, and Won right after announcements. So it just leaves you, me, Cathy and Alex." "Sure, Michele." I moved my music and instrument to sit next to her. The whole first violin section scrunched up together. The bass section was down to one. The second violins were all right. The violists were missing no one, but the cello section was made up of a total of two, Amanda and Briana. Of the two, while Amanda was section leader, Briana was the strongest. Mr. Battle was playing with them. I noticed he was rather quick to sit behind Amanda. He always did seem a bit jumpy around her, as if she made him nervous some how. I didn't bother too much with it, though, because I had bigger fish to fry. Michele was sitting next to me in a really short skirt. When we tuned, I couldn't help but notice that it rode up a bit, revealing quite a bit of toned flesh. I drooled a little, but caught myself. "Danielle? Danielle? DANIELLE!" I snapped back to attention. "Do you need help with tuning?" Ms. Thompson asked. "Uhm…y-yeah…" In my fascination with Michele's legs, I had forgotten to tune. "Give it here." Ms. Thompson took my violin and tuned it. She returned it in short order, with a look on her face that said, "CHILL! You'll get your chance later on!" I stared into her eyes for an instant. I was a bit calm, and able to function for the remainder of the day, though the thought of what was hidden under that skirt both tantalized and haunted me. The bell rang, and I headed for the band room. Amanda and Michele were ahead of me. I could see that Amanda was in her charming, flirtatious, mode, because of the way she leaned forward. Her hair fell in a way that was most alluring. Her eyes sparkled. She touched Michele in ways that could be deemed innocent, unless you knew her well. I nervously walked over to them. "Hey, Danielle." Michele greeted me with her sunny smile. "Danielle!!" Amanda gave me a big hug, which I happily returned. It wasn't the enjoyment of the hug, so much as the need for support. I felt like I was going to topple over at any given time. She pulled away after a moment or two. I was still a bit woozy. "Are you ok?" She asked. "Yeah…I'm good." "You don't look like it…" "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just a little nervous is all." "Why?" "Because…uhm…" I nodded at Michele ever so slightly. "Ohhh! It'll be ok. Don't worry about it. Didn't I tell you Ms. Thompson would take care of it?" "She's only human, Amanda. I doubt she can make someone jump the fence." "She has her ways…" She smiled a bit mysteriously. I raised an eyebrow. "…I won't ask. Look! There's Frankie. Hi, Frankie!" I waved at Frances. "What did I tell you about calling me that?" She punched my shoulder. It kind of hurt, and I told her so. She picked on me for a minute or two while Amanda went to get her things. "Are you guys done acting like freshmen? Can we go now?" Amanda asked. She seemed pretty impatient to get to Ms. Thompson's place. I shrugged, grabbed my stuff, and headed for the car. Amanda had a 99 Ford Explorer. It was a dark blue with plush seats and the ever-important CD player. I sat in the back with Michele, while Amanda and Frances were in the front. I couldn't help but glance at that skirt of hers. "Uhm…Michele?" I said. "Yeah?" She turned to face me. "Uhm…I couldn't help but notice your…er…attire. Isn't that skirt a bit…short?" "Well…I guess so." She shrugged. "I see…" So she was being a bit rebellious today. I turned away before I left a wet spot on Amanda's interior. That would just be unseemly. We arrived at Ms. Thompson's house a few minutes later. We stepped out of the car with our things and walked to the house. Ms. Thompson let us inside, and we sat on her couch. "So what will we play, Ms. Thompson?" Michele asked. Her eyes were practically brimming with innocence. "Uhm…I figured we'd go over some of the pieces for the concert. But, first, would you like a drink?" Ms. Thompson asked. I admired her quick thinking. "Well, sure. Do you have any fruit drinks?" Michele replied. "Sure." Ms. Thompson went to the kitchen to get a fruit drink for her and soda for the rest of us. In the kitchen… Michele looked so innocent. I almost felt guilty for doing this. I poured the drinks into glasses, and returned to the room. "I have some recordings of some of the pieces we're doing in class." I handed each of them a CD player with the CD of the pieces they were having the most trouble with, with the exception of Michele. Michele's CD did contain one of our pieces, but it was embedded with a subliminal message that would make her uncontrollably horny. I almost laughed aloud. This was going to be almost too easy. I distributed the CD players, and sat back and watched. I gave Amanda the Gershwin piece, Danielle the Armed Forces Salute, Frances the Mozart, and Michele the Beethoven, laced with the subliminal messages. I sat back to watch. Danielle, Frances, and Amanda seemed pretty cool, but Michele seemed nervous. She squirmed around. She cast feverish looks around the room in no particular direction. Her eyes often fell on her friends, especially Danielle. I noted this with much interest. She squeezed her thighs together as if one with much practice in the action. Her cheeks became a bit rosier. Her chest heaved with her quickness of breath. Was she having an orgasm? Her song seemed to be finished, and so did she. She removed her headphones, and flopped against the pillows of the couch. The other girls finished with their CDs, and I decided to escalate things a bit. With the subliminal message, I, also, implanted a code word. I evilly grinned. This was going to be fun. "Michele", I said, "do you have something you'd like to share?" She went stiff, into an almost trance-like state. The others stared. Frances was the first to speak. "What did you do to her, Ms. Thompson?" She was in awe. "Well, I have her under my control for a while." I replied, almost smugly. "H-how…?" Danielle began to ask. "It's a long story. I might tell you guys later." "I-is she ok?" Amanda asked. "She's perfectly fine! It's like she's sleeping!" At this, the girls seemed at ease. "So what are we gonna do with her until she wakes up?" Danielle asked. She was eyeing her hungrily and smirking. "Down, girl, down!" I said, jokingly. "What do you want to do with her when she wakes up?" "Well…" Danielle spaced out for a moment, considering her options. "How much time do I have?" "All night. I talked her mom into letting her stay over." Smiling in an evil way, she gave her a once-over. "Now that you mention it, Ms. Thompson…There are a few things I'd like her to do." "Such as…?" "Oh…a little of this, a little of that." "Damn it, Danielle. Would you stop with the BS and get on with it? Quit beating around the bush." I couldn't believe it. She was almost shy about it all! "What's with you?" "Nothing. I just…uh…ya know…feel weird about it." "Why?" "She's probably a virgin, for Christ's sakes!" At her outburst, everyone looked around a bit nervously. We hadn't considered that. "…And…?" "And…. and…. uhm…I don't want to try anything unless I know it's consensual." I sighed, Danielle and her moral convictions. There were lines she simply wouldn't cross, and this was one of them. "I assure you, this is consensual." "…Are you sure?" "YES! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I'M SURE!" My eyes were blazing. "OK! OK!" She shrunk back a bit. "…So…uhm…yeah…what now?" Frances asked. "Ya know what? This was Frances' idea, and she's a better friend to Michele than I am. Maybe I should let the two of them talk before I…try anything." Danielle was trying to reason her way out of this. "Fine with me. Frances, when I wake her up, I want you to take her into the bedroom. Give her a pep talk, screw her, I care not what you do. Just be back in here in thirty minutes." Her rationalization had finally gotten the best of me. "…Ok…" Frances seemed a bit unsure. "Michele, you will not remember anything other than my commands. When you awaken, you will follow Frances into the bedroom. You will follow her instructions without question or complaint. Michele, share. " I said, firmly. Michele woke from her trance. She blinked a bit to clear up the cobwebs in her head, and smiled. It was as if nothing had happened. "Did I fall asleep?" She seemed bewildered. "Yes, you did." I answered. "I'm so sorry!" She blushed, and covered her face with her hands. "It's quite alright." I beckoned Frances over to me. She walked over. "Frances, the code word is 'share'. At that word, she'll fall into a trance, and you can command her to do anything you wish. Now, I want you to take her to the bedroom and do…whatever." Frances nodded. "Hey, Michele. Follow me." She said. "Ok!" The two girls left us. In the bedroom… I led Michele inside, and closed the door. She sat on the bed, and I leaned against the door. This was just too weird. What was I supposed to say or do? How much did she know? I had to find out. "Michele," I began "let's play a game. Truth or dare?" "Truth or dare! My God, Frances, I haven't played that since middle school!" "Come on! Just answer the question!" "OK! Truth." "Have you ever…done anything…sexually?" She blushed. "No." "Have you ever thought about it?" "Yes." "When you thought about it, did you ever think about anybody from school?" "…Yes." "In orchestra?" "…Yes…" "Boys or girls?" "Frances, I don't like this game anymore." "Michele, answer the god damned question." "Well…girls…" "Which section?" "All of them." "In your section?" "Well…there are only three, including myself…" "Cathy or Danielle?" "…Danielle…" I smirked. This had been easier than I thought it'd be. "Do you ever masturbate when you think about her?" "…Yes…" So she wasn't as pure and virginal as we had thought. "Michele, share." At this, she froze and went into her trancelike state. What should I have her do? Should she seduce Danielle? Admit her lust? Then, an idea struck me. "Danielle will come back here in a few minutes. I want you to fantasize about your favorite scenario about her, and masturbate. And show everything. You will not remember anything but my commands. Michele, share." I walked out. In the living room… "Guys, I just can't do it." I said. "Why?" Amanda wrapped her arms around my neck. I stroked her cheek. "Because…something about it just doesn't strike me as fair. You know as well as I do, Ms. Thompson, that nothing would come of this if it weren't for you and your mind control. We're manipulating her into our sex toy. And, while it wouldn't be inherently bad in anyone else's case, we're talking about MICHELE here. She's so…pure and…virginal...and…Michele." "Danielle, you might be surprised by what you find out." Ms. Thompson said. I didn't have time to reply to that, because Frances returned. "She's all yours." She took my place beside Amanda, and I left the room. In the bedroom… I knocked on the door. There wasn't an answer. I decided to knock again, but there still wasn't a reply. Shrugging, I opened it, and was greeted with the sight of one of my most favorite fantasies. Michele was in there, all right, but she was far from angry. She was completely naked, lying on the bed. Her hair fanned around her like a dark shadow, of sorts. One of her hands was playing with her nipples, and she had two fingers embedded deeply into her pussy. As I stepped forward, I could hear her murmurs and moans. I was a few inches from her, but I couldn't discern what she was saying. Then, as she began to cum, she screamed my name. I was taken aback. Had Frances done this? Was this coming from her? I didn't have time to ponder all this, because she saw me. She shrieked. "Oh my God! Danielle, I'm so sorry! I…I don't know what came over me! I…" She reached for her clothing and tried to cover herself, but I gently grabbed her arm. "Michele, it's cool. It's no big deal, although I must say that I'm shocked that you thought of me that way." She seemed relived, so I decided to test the waters, so to speak. I leaned down and gently kissed her. My kiss was fleeting, not long enough for her to slap me, but long enough for me to gage a reaction. She feverishly returned my kiss. She even went so far as to pull me onto the bed, not that I objected much. She climbed on top of me, quickly removing my pants and panties. I have to admit that I was a bit stunned by her directness. "Take your shirt off!" She commanded. Yeah, right, like I was going to protest. I did as I was told, and the anxiousness left her. She lay beside me, staring into my eyes. I cupped her nubile breasts in my hands. She sighed, and I began to play with her nipples. She squirmed around on the bed, the look in her eye becoming one of unbridled passion. I kissed each of her breasts fleetingly. I made my way from her breasts, up her neck, and to her lips. She moaned into my kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth. My hands roamed over her body. I pressed one of my fingers into her pussy slowly and gently, so as not to hurt her. She was warm and wet inside. I added another finger. Her breathing became ragged and shallow. She moaned and came. I removed my fingers to taste her juices as she returned from her orgasmic experience. I Love Orchestra! Ch. 3 "Lick me." She whispered. I was more than happy to oblige. That night, Michele and I made love many times in many different ways.