3 comments/ 27725 views/ 5 favorites Making Music Ch. 02 By: seetheartinme Our choir's next concert was coming up, and there was a lot of work to be done. One of the pieces we were slated to perform was entitled "In Remembrance". A beautiful, lyrically flowing piece, it not only had a gorgeous vocal and piano arrangement, but also an amazing French horn part. I have been playing the horn for twelve years, ever since fifth grade, and I had tried out for the horn part and nailed it. However, I still was concerned about a couple of the more exposed solos and making it fit perfectly with the piano accompaniment. Our choir's accompanist happened to be none other than my roommate from choir tour, Juliet. We had shared an amazing experience together while on tour, but nothing had materialized between the two of us in the following two months since. With the concert rapidly approaching, I knew that the two of us really needed to get together to practice and focus on our music. "Hey Jules!" I called to her both nervously and excitedly after choir one day. "Yeah? What's up?" she answered, pausing in the hallway by the practice rooms and waiting for me to catch up. She looked about as nervous as I was feeling. "I would really like to go over some of the horn and piano parts with you in 'In Remembrance'. I really want it to be perfect." "Sure, definitely," she nodded with shy yet excited smile. "I'm busy tonight, but how about we meet tomorrow night around eleven over in the lounge area and then find a practice room from there, or is that too late for you?" "Tomorrow night at eleven would be perfect. I'll see you then." As she headed off to catch up with Anna for supper, she paused to glance over her shoulder at me, throwing me a quick smile and a wink. The look caused a warm, tingling sensation between my legs and I wondered as I watched her walk away, my eyes traveling the length of her body, if she was feeling and thinking the same thing as me: perhaps "next time" had finally arrived. Though it was only a day, I could hardly stand the wait. It drove me nuts to see Juliet in choir that day. Our gazes kept meeting and then we'd both glance away shyly. All throughout choir I experienced that same wet feeling between my legs that I'd felt just the day before in the hallway. As I watched her play the piano for us, I just wanted to run up to the front of the room and pounce on her and cover her with kisses. It took all my willpower to restrain myself. At last the time had arrived. Out of excitement and nervousness I sped over to the music building faster than I had ever driven those roads before. After stopping by my locker to deposit my coat and grab my horn and my music, I arrived at the lounge area. There Juliet was, sitting on one of the couches engrossed in her music. I watched her for a moment as she studied. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Though I had just seen her a few hours ago in choir, she had curled her hair and pinned it up, just the way I like it. She had also changed into her pink top that hugged her body in all the right places, making her beautiful curves even more voluptuous. It made me wish I had cleaned up a bit more. My hair looked nice enough, and I was wearing my favorite jeans paired with my green shirt/dress, a combination that always got me compliments, but compared to Juliet I felt like a slob. She must have felt my stare because just as I was about to say something she looked up at me. A big smile spread across her face. "Hey Alexa. You look great. Ready to practice?" she asked, rushing over to me, not even giving me a chance to say something first. "Yeah, I'm ready whenever you are," I replied. "I thought we could go to one of the larger private practice rooms with the baby grand pianos," she suggested nervously. I could see the wheels turning in her head. I knew the rooms she was talking about. They were reserved for piano performance majors only; very private. Only those students had keys to get into them. We would be totally alone and uninterrupted. Quite the daring suggestion considering we hadn't been in a room alone together since that fateful night in the hotel over tour. "Sounds great, and by the way," I said grabbing her hand as she began to lead the way off to the room, "you look amazing." "Thank you," she blushed. We held hands for a moment more before letting go to head off to the practice room. The music building was nearly empty with the exception of a few lone instruments and voices that could be heard coming from the normal practice rooms. Our footsteps echoed as we walked down its lonely halls. There were five practice rooms for piano majors, and as we approached them, I could see exactly which one Juliet was headed towards: the one furthest down the hall with the window that was covered up. I must have given her a questioning look, because she said reassuringly to me, "It has the piano that's the most in tune." She unlocked the room and we headed inside. "So, where do we want to start?" I asked referring to what measure in the music we wanted to start. "I thought we'd pick up where we left off," she replied. I thought she meant where we left off in rehearsal that day, but obviously she had other plans. As I sat down and started rifling through my bag of music, she sat on my lap facing me, one leg on either side of me, wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me gently with her soft lips. Slightly taken aback, I pulled away. "I... I thought... I thought we were going to actually practice." I stammered. "I'm sorry," a disappointed and foolish look crossed her face and she began to dismount my lap. "I thought this was why you asked me here. I thought you wanted me. I feel so foolish..." Before she could finish her apology and stand up completely from my lap, I grabbed her hands, pulling her back down and kissing her passionately. Oh how I had missed kissing her! Her arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. My arms wrapped around her as well, my hands grabbing hold of her gorgeous, round ass giving her more support so she wouldn't slide off my lap. Caught up in the moment, I began to work my way down the low neckline of her shirt with my tongue. But then Juliet stopped me, lifting my face back up to face hers. "Not this time," she said. "I suppose," I began, the same look of disappointment and foolishness that she had just had now crossing my own face, "I mean, we are in a practice room. Who knows who might catch..." "No, that's not why," Juliet interrupted with a shy, nervous smile. "Don't you remember? I said next time I would return the favor." How could I have forgotten? And with that, she hopped off my lap, dragged me out of the chair and pushed me up against the wall. She pinned both of my arms to the wall with one of her hands above my head. She gingerly began to caress one of my breasts with her other hand. She gave me a quick grin in response to what I can only imagine to be a shocked look on my face. Then she began to kiss me passionately, her free hand becoming more aggressive. She began skillfully unbuttoning my shirt and then reached around behind me, unclasping my bra (tasks that were all very impressive considering this was only her second time being with a woman). She pinched one of my already hard, perky nipples, rolling it between her fingers. A small gasp escaped my lips as my breathing began to quicken. "I remember you like it rough," she said in response, flashing me another one of her sexy smiles. She then moved her attention to my neck. As soon as her lips touched my neck, I let out a moan that anyone walking past the practice room or in a neighboring one was sure to hear (which turned me on even more: the possibility of being caught is such a turn on to me); a moan that let her know that she had found the magic spot. Juliet picked up on this and began working her way around my neck and collarbone. I began to let loose these uncontrollable whimpers and whines. This encouraged her even more and she began to nip at my neck ever so gently. "Oh Jules!" I pleaded. "More! Please, more!" Juliet let go of my arms she had been pinning to the wall. My shirt and bra that had been merely hanging on my shoulders fell to the floor. With one quick motion, she seamlessly pulled up the piano bench, sat down, and pulled me onto her lap. Her hands wrapped around my waist, sliding down to my ass, holding me on her lap much in the same way that I had done to her. She began to lick my breasts, making light, gentle, circling motions, around and around, circling closer and closer to my hard, perky nipples. Just as she reached one of them, she bit down, nipping at it, taking my breast into her mouth. She sucked on my nipple, and she sucked hard! I let out a gasp of pure enjoyment. While it was still in her mouth, she began to flick it with her tongue. I began moaning again, louder and louder. This must have encouraged Juliet to go further, because as she continued to suckle on my breast, her hands moved from my ass to the front of my pants and began to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. Once undone, I felt her hand slip inside them. Her fingers slipped my thong to the side and she started to lightly finger my clit and my labia. Again my moaning increased in volume. There was no way someone wasn't hearing this! "You like that, huh?" Juliet asked coyly. "Yes. Oh god Jules, yes." I answered her enthusiastically. "Now remember," she teased, "I'm new to this, so if there's anything you want, anything at all that I can do, just ask. I love taking orders." I looked into her eyes. "I want you to suck my pussy," I ordered her. "Your wish is my command." And with that, she removed her hand from my pants and slid me off her lap. I took my pants off along with my shoes and socks, leaving me only in my thong, which was still pushed off to the side and now dripping with my juices. Juliet reached for me, pulling me back onto her lap, but this time she lay down on the length of the piano bench, sliding me up and positioning me over her mouth. She began flicking my clit with her tongue, running it up and down my lips, cleaning up the wetness that she had been causing me since choir earlier. This continued for a while, building up like a giant crescendo. Then I felt it, her tongue slipping inside my pussy. Her tongue, though less experienced than my own, was a little longer and had some girth to it. It felt so good and I was so caught off guard by the action that let out a squeal of glee. I grabbed onto the baby grand for support, banging into the keyboard. "Stop that," Juliet warned teasingly, pausing from her job, "someone might hear you." "I don't care! Please, keep going!" I cried. Juliet slipped her tongue back inside me. In and out she pumped it. She then went back to licking my clit, two of her fingers taking her tongue's place in my pussy. Her fingers were nice and long and very nimble from years of playing piano. They felt so good inside me. Faster and faster she moved her tongue and her fingers. Harder and harder she fucked me. I could feel myself losing control and reaching my climax. My breathing quickened its tempo, my moans again increased to a fortissimo. Then I lost all control of my body which began to shake, my hands again causing more noise on the keys of the piano. "Oh my goddess!" I screamed as I reached my orgasm. As my body stopped its shaking and my breathing slowed and my moans died down, Juliet slowed down her actions as well, a nice ritardando. I slid back down to her lap, allowing her to sit up. "Well," she began, eyes searching for approval, "did I do a good job? Did you enjoy yourself?" In answer, I cupped her chin in my hand and tilted her head up to kiss her. "I guess I can take that as a yes?" she asked pulling away. "Oh yeah," I replied pulling her back in and kissing her more passionately. After a few more moments of kissing, I finally climbed off her lap and located my articles of clothing that had basically been tossed around the practice room. I even found a sock in the piano. As I was getting redressed, I turned to Juliet. "Out of curiosity," I began, "you didn't just do this because it's what you thought I wanted, did you?" "I... I'm not sure," Juliet stammered. "I mean, I don't think so, but I don't know. I've never felt this way about another woman, or really anyone for that matter. There's something different... something you bring out it me that just drives me crazy. In choir I can feel you watching while I'm at the piano bench sometimes..." "I'm sorry," I interjected. "I didn't mean..." "It's ok. I don't mind," she replied, interrupting me back. "I actually like it. It makes me feel... sort of sexy. It makes me want to hop off the piano bench, march over to you, grab you, and kiss you in front of the whole choir." "I know how you feel," I replied, putting on my green dress/shirt, my final article of clothing. "Sometimes, I just want to run up to the piano, throw my arms around you from behind, and kiss your neck." There was a long moment of silence as our eyes caught and we both looked away. "I really like you, Alexa," Juliet finally said shyly, breaking the silence, pulling me back down to the piano bench and cuddling up next to me. "I like you too, Juliet," I said in a caring yet concerned voice, "but where does this leave us? What happens next? Is this really what you want?" "I don't know," she answered quietly. We sat like this in silence for a little while longer, her head on my shoulder with my one arm around her shoulders, holding hands in our laps. It was pretty clear no actual practicing was going to get done here tonight. Finally we both let go, ending our embrace, and started gathering up our music and other such things. As I began to exit the practice room, thinking that our conversation (and most likely any possibility of there being an "us") was over, Juliet put her hand on my shoulder. I turned to face her. Her eyes were staring nervously at the ground and she was chewing on her lip anxiously. "Are you ok?" I asked placing a hand on her hip. Juliet glanced up at me. "I don't want to lose you." "Oh honey," I comforted, taking her into my arms. "You're not going to lose me. I'm right here. I'm yours." "I am too," she said looking into my eyes. "Yours, I mean." "You mean...?" "Yes," she responded nervously yet confidently. "This is what I want. I want to try and make this work." "Are you sure?" I questioned. "I'm positive," Juliet replied looking a little bit more sure of herself. "I just have one request." "Name it and it's yours." "Can I stay in the closet for a little while longer?" she asked shyly. I giggled, thinking back on my own coming out process that had happened a few years prior. "Not a problem, Jules. I respect you; take all the time you need." "Thank you for being so understanding," she replied giving me kiss on the cheek, a relieved look on her face. "Do you want to meet again tomorrow night? Maybe we can go to dining services after choir, get some supper, and then do some actual practicing?" "Only as long as I can take you out for Coldstone ice cream for desert afterwards," I teased with a big smile on my face. "It's a date," she answered, a smile spreading across her face as well. "Come on," I nodded towards the door, shouldering my music bag, picking up my horn, and offering my arm to Juliet, "I'll walk you back to your dorm." And with that we walked arm in arm through the now empty music building. I had no idea where things would lead to next with us, but I didn't care; for the moment, was on top of the world. What ever transpired, it was sure going to be a fun journey! Making Music Ch. 03 What a year it had been! The passion between Juliet and I had continued, including getting walked in on and outed by her roommates. However, with the end of the school year fast approaching and graduation for myself, I wondered where our relationship was headed. It was Oratorio, the final concert of the year. It's a concert performed by all the choirs as one mass choir. This year we would be performing Memorial, a work written by one our choir directors. An orchestral piece was also going to be added to the program this year. Juliet had been chosen as the accompanist for all the of the choirs. It was amazing to watch her play during all the rehearsals; so confident-such a turn on! We left the final rehearsal before the concert and headed hand in hand to the dinning hall for supper. "Jules," I started, giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "I'd like to make tomorrow night a special night to celebrate." "What are we celebrating?" she inquired, slowing her pace and flashing me one of her sexy smiles that always makes me cream. "Our final concert, you landing the position as accompanist, and," I added as I stopped walking altogether and pulled her in close, "us and these amazing last several months together." "I'd like that a lot," said Juliet as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with her soft, full lips. We continued to kiss a little while longer under the bell tower. I could feel people's gazes as they past, but I didn't care and I was glad Juliet had finally come out of the closet and no longer cared either. I loved the way her lips felt on mine, and they tasted so sweet. And I loved the way her voluptuous curves felt in my arms; soft and smooth, just the way a woman should feel. It was all we could do to pry ourselves apart and head to dinner where our friends were waiting. With the concert being the next day, we decided it was best to get out sleep and not spend the night together. It was so hard to wait to see Juliet the next day. Being a year ahead of her we had no classes together. Our schedules didn't even line up to make lunch, supper, or any other break together a possibility. I was anxious and fidgety in all of my classes. I did manage to sneak over to the nearest flower shop to get a surprise for her though: a long stemmed white rose, her favorite flower. I headed over to the music building in my lovely shorts, tank top, and nylons combo that all of us women wear under our choir robes (those things get really hot!). I wanted to get there early enough to find a good parking spot before people started arriving for the concert. I also wanted to get there early enough to spend some time with Juliet, but she was nowhere to be found. I tried our usual spot, the infamous private practice room where we'd our second encounter (and many more since). I rushed down the hall, rose in hand, to the last practice room with the window covered up. Not having a key myself, I knocked on the door. No Juliet. As more and more choir members started showing up to adorn their robes, I began to get a little worried. I stowed the rose in my horn locker and then I, too, slipped into my robe. "Places everyone!" called the voice Dan, of one of the choir managers. "The orchestra is about to go on stage and perform their piece. I need everyone to line up backstage." As I, along with the rest of the choir members, started to walk to auditorium to find our places, I finally caught a glimpse those beautiful dark curls I'd been looking for. Even with her back turned to me and her robe on, I'd know those curves anywhere. "Hey there beautiful!" I called excitedly as I caught up with her. Juliet turned to look at me. I could see her anxiety written all over her face and tears in her eyes. This was not the confident woman at the piano I'd seen just the day before. I'd never seen her like this. "What is the matter, Jules?" I asked, enfolding her in a tight embrace. "I'm just so nervous!" she sobbed into my shoulder. "I barely slept a wink last night. I've never played in front of this many people or accompanied this large of a group. What if I mess up? What if I make a fool of myself? What if I ruin the entire concer..." "Shhh," I whispered, placing my finger lightly over her soft, pink lips. I took her hand and led her over to quiet, secluded spot behind some extra risers that were stacked up backstage. "Everything is going to be ok. None of those things is going to happen. You are the most talented person I know. You just need to relax." Juliet let out a big sigh and nuzzled into my chest, "I don't know if I can." I lifted her chin with my finger, gave her a light kiss and looked her in the eyes, "You just leave that to me." I began to kiss her again, this time more passionately. I could hear an applause and the orchestra started their piece, Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber. It wasn't an overly long work, about 10 minutes, but I knew we would have just enough of time to finish and get back to our places. Pushing her up against the stacked risers, I paused from kissing her to unzip her robe, revealing not an identical outfit to mine underneath, but a gorgeous and sexy little, strapless dress. She looked so hot. A little bit of lace, nicely emphasizing her cleavage; that nice shade of pink that compliments her skin tone so well. I had to steal a moment to just stare at her and take in my prize. Back to business, I began kissing her again, forcefully this time, working my way down to her neck. She began to moan. Hopefully the rest of the choir members couldn't hear us over the orchestra. My hands began to wander, as if taking on lives of their own. I could feel her body in all of it's voluptuousness. One of my hand sneaked into the top of her dress and to my joyous surprise, I found she was wearing no bra and her nipples were hard and ready for me. I pinched them hard and rolled them between my fingers. This caused her to let out a yelp. Luckily this occurred as the orchestra had reached a fortissimo. Setting my sights else where, I was very glad she'd chosen to wear a dress. I dropped to my knees, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her nylons to discover another fortunate surprise: no underwear! She must have noticed my surprise and delight, because she blushed and said, "Well, you wanted to make tonight special." Recognizing where the orchestra was at in their piece, I knew I needed to get back to the matter at hand. I began ravaging the areas on her hips that drive her crazy, the same areas I'd discovered the first night we'd made love. Her breath quickened along with the tempo of our orchestral accompaniment and her body began to wriggle and writhe. As my tongue and mouth wandered, I drove three fingers into her sopping wet pussy. I pumped them in and out, slowly at first, then increase my tempo, harder and faster, crescendoing with the music. This caused the volume of her moaning to increase, I noise I love to hear! Again, taking my cue from the orchestra, I traced my tongue from her hips to her now engorged and red clit. I could tell this would not take much longer. She was ripe and ready to burst. I took her into my mouth , labia and clit and all and sucked hard. She let out a squeal, again making me thankful for the orchestra that masked us. I began flicking my tongue against her clit, faster and faster, just like the vibrating strings playing on stage. As I pumped and licked, I could feel Juliet's body tense as she approached her orgasm. Harder, harder; faster, faster. "AHHHH!" she cried out as she reached that sweet release. I'm not even sure the orchestra was able to drown that one out. Her body began to relax, decrescendoing along with the music. I removed my fingers, sucking them clean of all her juices and cleaned up my face. Juliet sank down the risers to the floor next to me. "Wow," she said breathlessly, "that was just what I needed." "So are you relaxed now?" I asked, a sly grin creeping across my face. "Oh yeah!" she answered wide eyed. We rested there against the risers in each others arms for a few moments and enjoyed the music as the orchestra finished their piece. As the audience applauded them and they took their bows, we gave a quick kiss and rushed back to find our places with the rest of the choirs. "Where have you been?" my friend Kate asked as I found my spot between her and my other friend Heidi. "We were beginning to worry you were sick or something," added Heidi. "Just needed to get some air and a drink of water, that's all," I replied, trying to keep a poker face. "Uh huh, air and water... Yeah right!" mocked Kate. Obviously I don't have a very good poker face. Before I could give any sort of retort, it was time to make our entrance on stage. The concert went beautifully! Memorial is an incredibly moving piece and the mass choir performed it with such emotion it drove many choir members and members of the audience to tears. Juliet was enchanting and flawless at the piano. Her hands moved with such beauty and ease, her dark curls bouncing gracefully as she worked her way around the piano; it was as if she was ebbing an flowing with the music, becoming one with it. I found it nearly impossible to take my eyes off her. After the concert, everyone headed back to the music building to hang up their robes. I headed to my horn locker, away from the crowded choir lockers, to deposit my music. "Thanks again for helping to ease my tension," said Juliet, coming up to my locker . She wrapped her arms around me from behind and rested her head on my shoulder. "Anytime, Jules," I replied as I pivoted in her arms to face her. We kissed for a moment. "Oh! I almost forgot..." I said breaking the kiss to dig in my locker, pullng out the long stemmed rose, "this is for you. I remembered you said white roses were your favor..." "It's beautiful!" she interrupted. She began kissing me again, more passionately this time, grabbing my ass. I loved the way her body pressed against mine as she backed me into the lockers. She began to kiss my neck and nip at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine and causing that wonderful, wet feeling between my legs that she always seems to cause. "How about we take this back to your place," she coyly whispered into my ear. "Uh huh," was about the only thing I could manage to reply. Grabbing her hand, I lead the way out the music building to my car. Luckily, I'd found parking fairly close the parking lot exit, so we were able to zip right out. Even though the ride only took about 3 minutes, it felt like forever! We rushed in the door, frantically making-out, causing u to nearly tumble down the stairs. Juliet pushed me up against the door, much in the same manner that she had pushed me against the lockers, as I fumbled to find the key and unlock the door. At last, we were finally in my apartment. It was as if two wild animals had been unleashed with in us! We began to tear each others close off; tank tops, shorts, dresses, and nylons flying everywhere. I tackled her onto the futon in my living room and began to ravage her body. Taking one of her hard nipples of her perfect, C-cup breasts into my mouth, I began to suck hard, nipping here and there, while my fingers began pinching and rolling around the other. "Ahh," she cried. I hoped my neighbors weren't home and listening to this (not that they probably hadn't heard it previously on other occasions). Again, just as during the concert, I switched gears, licking and kissing my way down to her hips. Grabbing her ass, I drove my face into the magic place that makes her squirm and she let out yet another squeal of delight. My tongue found its way to her cunt and began licking up her sweet juices, causing her body to twist and turn in delight. I sat up, wiping of my mouth, giving her a sly grin. "Wait! Where are you going?!" Juliet asked me as I got up off the futon, desperation evident in her voice. "The rose wasn't the only surprise I got for you today," I called from the bedroom. While going to the flower shop, I had also taken time to stop by the local adult toy store. I emerged from the bedroom wearing my purchase: a rather large black strap-on. Juliet let out a gasp. I could see the excitement and surprise on her face. "Will that fi..." she began to ask, eyeing the girth and length. "Oh yeah," I interrupted, lubing it up. "It'll fit." With that, I grabbed her again, tacking her back onto the futon. Kissing her hard, I took hold of the strap-on and began to slowly and gently work it into her pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips. Little by little, I worked it in further, pumping it back and forth, in and out. Her breathing began to quicken as I pumped faster and harder. "Told you it would fit," I said coyly, as I slipped the last of it into her pussy. I lifted her legs into the air and began to plow her, ramming it in and out. Harder, faster. Juliet grabbed one the pillows that had been tossed aside and began to bite it, stifling her moans and screams. I began to slow down to ask if she was ok, if it was too hard, and was met with great protest. "No don't slow down! Don't stop now!" Juliet begged. "It feels so good!" Permission granted, I continued to pound away at her. Without skipping a beat or pulling out, I rolled her so she was on all fours, and began to go at her doggy style. I loved being able to see and feel her round, full ass bouncing off of me as I drove the strap-on into her. I reached my arms around and underneath her and took hold of her nipples. One in each hand, I squeezed and pinched them, rolling them around hard between my fingers. "Ooohhh! Please, Alexa, please!" Juliet pleaded. Pulling out of her, I rolled Juliet back onto her back. Ripping off the strap-on, I took hold of her hair, pulling her up to face me, and kissed her hard. Still gripping her hair, I questioned, "You like to take orders, right?" "Only from you," she retorted, smiling gleefully. "I'm going to sit on your face," I started, "and you're going to suck my pussy. Is that understood." "Yes, ma'am," she playfully replied. I laid her back onto her back and kissed her once more before turning around to mount her face. She began to greedily lick up all my juices that had been flowing since the end of rehearsal the day before. As she continued to lick, I laid down on top of her in the 69 position and began to lick her as well. This must have surprised her, because she stopped short and let out a little yelp of glee. Both continuing, our bodies began to move rhythmically together. We were so in-tune to each other, it was as if we were two instruments playing the same music harmoniously together. Our bodies began to shake and tense as we both crescendoed to the fortissimo that was our orgasms. We reached climax simultaneously, releasing together in shear delight. I dismounted Juliet, again wiping my face, and lay back down next to her and held her tight in my arms. "Now that, Alexa," Juliet began, "was as masterpiece!" Graduation just around the corner, I wondered what the future had in-store for us. Making Music Ch. 04 Long distance relationships are tough. Luckily, after graduation, I hadn't moved too far away from my dear Juliet. She and I were able to make the 4 hr drive to see each other at least once a month. We also made the most of our phone calls (phone sex is a wonderful thing). This weekend however was a special weekend at my alma mater: Christmas Concert weekend. I had a ticket to the Saturday night concert. Since there wouldn't be much time to get together between the afternoon and evening concerts, we made plans to meet up after the concert to celebrate. I knew I wouldn't get to see too much of Juliet since she would have a busy schedule full of performances, but I planned to make the most of my night there. From experience as a student there, I knew parking for the concert would be limited. Pulling into a parking spot at a little after 7:30, about a half hour before the concert was scheduled to begin, I stepped out to a blustery evening. At that moment I was glad I had chosen to wear my black, pinstriped dress pants with a shirt and tie instead of a skirt, though I wished I had worn my heavy winter coat instead of my red leather jacket. Wrapping my scarf around me, I hustled as quickly as I could in heals to the auditorium. The auditorium was already hustling and bustling with activity as more and more people were arriving and being ushered to their seats or waiting in line to see if by chance there were any more tickets available. Like every Christmas Concert at this school, I knew the concert was sold out. Juliet had purchased mine well ahead of time and since choir and orchestra members have first dibs on tickets, I had a really good seat: third row, left of center, right next to an isle. By the time I was finally ushered to my seat, the concert was getting close to starting. The orchestra, which always played a prelude, was already getting seated and warming up. As the lights began dimming, warning those in the audience to find their seats, the Concert Choir made their way on stage. This was the top choir at the college and the one that Juliet had made this year at auditions. Though it was getting darker in the auditorium, I was still able to pick her out of the sea of robes. She had pulled her long dark curls back into a ponytail and had worn her contacts (both actually requirements for choir members with long hair or glasses). Just watching her I could feel myself already starting to get hot. The concert was beautifully arranged. There were many traditional and familiar songs, such as This is My Father's World and Silent Night, as well as new arrangements and works, like Come to the Living Water, a piece written by one of the directors. The flow of the concert was so smooth and harmonious, I found myself getting more and more turned on (not to mention the seats Juliet had gotten me gave me the perfect view of her). By the time we reached the carols portion of the concert where the choirs move out into the audience and sing by candle light, I was incredibly wet. I knew I couldn't wait any longer and found myself very thankful once again that I was wearing pants and not my skirt, and even more thankful that, except for the candlelight, the auditorium was pitch black. Strategically placing my jacket on my lap, I reached one hand underneath and unzipped my pants. Slipping my hand inside my pants, I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy, my underwear already moist with my juices. Cursing myself for not having the foresight to not wear any in the first place, I slipped them to the side. Setting my sights on my beautiful Juliet, of whom I still had a great view of, I began to loose myself and let the music take hold of me. The carols this year were in all different languages, another thing that I find incredibly sexy. I pulled the lips of my labia apart with my pointer and ring fingers and began to finger myself with my middle finger. My clit, I could feel, was extremely engorged. As if keeping time with the music, my fingers rhythmically danced across my clit. Focusing on Juliet, I imagined it was her hand stroking me and her tongue that licking me. I quickened my tempo to an andante. I envisioned all of the erotic things I planned on doing to her later tonight, again hastening the speed of my finger to a moderato. I fantasized about running up to her, ripping her robe off and taking her right now in front of the entire audience. I accelerated to an allegro. With that final vision and crescendo my body began to quiver and quake. As I reached my finale, I let out a slight gasp that I hoped the woman in the seat next to me didn't notice. The choirs had completed their carols and the audience at this point was invited to stand and join them in singing Joy to the World as they returned to their places on stage. I inconspicuously zipped my pants as I stood up. My underwear were now soaked and I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs. The final pieces of the concert were even more moving than the previous works. I could feel a warmth beginning to grow between my legs again as I gazed a Juliet and allowed the music to carry me away. I knew I'd be ready to go again once the concert was over. After the concert, I waited for Juliet in the lounge of the music building. As I sat on one of the couches awaiting her arrival, two soft hands reached around from behind and covered my eyes. I knew it was Juliet even before I felt her velvety lips kissing my neck. "Mmmm," I moaned agreeably, lightly taking her hands and turning my head towards her to kiss her sweet lips. "Did you enjoy the concert?" Juliet asked as she joined me on the couch. "More than you know," I replied coyly, thinking back to my sexual escapades that had taken place. As my hand traced the side of her face, I took a moment just to take in all of her beauty. She had let her hair back down, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders. She wore a pale blue spaghetti-strapped dress that brought out the blue flecks in her hazel eyes. It synched up at one side, hugging all of her supple curves. Though she had no make-up on (another requirement for choir members) she didn't need any. She looked gorgeous. "Anna will be at her boyfriend's tonight and Kate is staying with her family at a hotel," Juliet began, referring to her roommates, a coy smile forming on her face. "We'll have the apartment all to ourselves." "Well what are we waiting?" I asked, returning the grin. "Let's go. We can take my car since it's freezing out." With that, we stood and headed for the door leading out to the parking lot. Noticing that she did not have a jacket with her, I slipped my own around her shoulders. Still holding onto it, I pulled her in close to me, our eyes locked in deep desire. She obliged my gesture, pressing her body against mine, her hands slipping into my back pockets. I could feel the heat of sexual tension building between us as our lips locked in passionate embrace. Lost in the moment and forgetting where we were, I began kissing my way down her neck and along her collarbone. Her breath quickened and she let out a small gasp of pleasure. "Let's move this to someplace more comfortable and intimate," she said as I continued to kiss her, nipping at her earlobe. "Besides, I have a surprise for you back at the apartment." "What is it?" I inquired, pausing from my pursuit, my ears perking up at the word 'surprise'. An impish smile spread across her face, "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise. Why don't we take these antics over there and find out." No further urging needed, we headed out, arms around one another, into the bitter night. We drove across campus to Juliet's on-campus apartment. As we entered the building walking past the desk worker without so much of a glance, I was once again thankful that I did not have to check in at the desk to see my girlfriend and that, unlike any males visiting the on-campus apartments, I did not have to leave at a curfew. It was an on-running joke around campus that intervisitation rules were the only gay friendly policies at the college. Juliet unlocked the door to her apartment lead me by the hand over to the couch. "Wait right here and no peaking," she teased, slipping a blindfold over my eyes, totally playing into my bondage fetish. "Oooo... you are turning me on already." I replied feeling the warmth and wetness growing again between my legs. I could hear her rustling around in the bedroom. After a minute or so, she returned and removed my blindfold. My jaw dropped; I could scarcely believe my eyes! It was as if my greatest fantasy were coming to life. Before me stood my beautiful, sexy Juliet clad in a black leather corset and garter set. The garter belt held up black stockings and the black lace thong complimented the black lace trim that adorned the edges of the corset. Her long dark curls cascaded down her bare shoulders directing ones attention down to her round, supple C-cup chest nearly spilling out of the corset. In her hand she held a whip. I practically came right then and there. Juliet cracked the whip, snapping me out of my stunned fog. She mounted my lap, wrapping her whip around my neck and pulling my face up to hers. She brought her mouth close to mine, lightly brushing her lips against mine, but never making full contact. She was teasing me and it was driving me wild. "Jules!..." I began to protest, but Juliet choked off my words, pulling the whip a little tighter around my neck. "I'm in charge, tonight," Juliet began, "and you are going to do everything I say and take what ever I give you. Is that understood?" "Yes," I replied. Again I felt the whip tighten. "It's 'Yes, Mistress'," Juliet commanded. "Yes, Mistress," I managed to choke out. Juliet kissed me. Then, with a sly, sexy glint in her eyes, she dismounted my lap. Still holding onto the whip around my neck, she led me to her bedroom. I could tell Juliet had gone to a lot of trouble to make this night one I would not forget. The room was lit by candle light. In the shadows I could see that there were tethers tied to the bed posts. The tempo of my pulse quickened and the tingling sensation between my legs grew. She then released me, pushing me down onto the bed. Instead of joining me, she walked over to the chair at her desk and took a seat. "Take off your clothes," she decreed from her throne. "Ok, I mean, yes Mistress," I stammered. Two can play this game, I thought to myself. Slowly and teasingly I began to remove my clothing, starting with my tie. Leisurely I loosened it, gingerly pulling it over my head, giving it a twirl around my finger before tossing it to the floor. I then began gradually unbuttoning my shirt, one button at a time. Juliet cracked the whip, rising from her seat, "You tease. You are a bad, bad girl." With that, she ripped the rest of my buttons open, tearing off my shirt, and pushed me back onto the bed. Lifting my legs into the air, she pulled my pants off. She then proceeded to remove my bra and thong as well. She tied my wrists and ankles to the bed posts with the tethers she had prepared. After taking a couple moments to ogle my stark nude body splayed out before her, taking in her prize, Juliet opened a draw at her near-by desk and pulled out a drip candle. Lighting from one of the candles already lit on her desk, she joined me on the bed, sitting up on her knees over my hips. She held it at an angle over my body, letting the hot wax drip and fall on to my breasts and stomach. I let out a yell and bucked, causing more wax to trickle down onto me. Juliet blew out the candle and set in it a convenient holder on her desk. "I know no one is here, but we still can't have you making such a ruckus," Juliet stated. She dug back into the desk draw, producing this time a ball-gag. Tying it around my mouth, she relit the candle and set back to work, causing me to moan and buck some more. After she felt satisfied, she again blew out the candle, replacing it in its holder. She began slowly peeling the large pools of hardened wax of my body. Juliet removed my gag. Positioning herself on her hands and knees overtop of me, she began to tease me as she'd done before out in the living room, lightly brushing her lips against mine, but never coming close enough for me to actually lock lips with her, especially in my new found restraints. Flashing me a mischievous grin, she shifted her attention lower and began to do the same to my breasts; softly brushing her lips across them. Gently, almost imperceptibly, she would lick them and then blow on them, nipping at them lightly. Brushing her lips across my flat stomach, she made her way down further still. I began to writher and writhe, whimpering as she delicately blew on my cunt, never actually touching it. "Stop teasing me, Mistress!" I said, wishing she'd stop teasing me and take me now. "You want me to stop teasing you?" Juliet inquired slyly. "Then beg for it." "Please, Mistress, please!" I begged. "Fuck me now and fuck me hard! I want to feel your mouth on me and your fingers inside my pussy!" "That's more like it," Juliet replied. Juliet kissed me on my mouth, hard. As our tongues found each other, Juliet's nimble fingers found my already firm and perky nipples. She pinched them hard, rolling around and twisting them relentlessly, causing me to yelp and moan. Nipping at my earlobe, she whispered naughtily, "I've been wanting to take you like this ever since our first time together on tour when I found out you like it rough." Thinking back to that night turned me on even more as Juliet licked her way down my neck to the spot between my neck and collarbone that she knows drives me crazy. She began to suck so hard, I knew there would be a mark there in the morning. She then bit my neck (playing into another one of my fantasies and fetishes: vampires). Without warning, she jammed two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. I was so wet, I scarcely noticed her slip a third and then a forth finger in as she brutally pumped them in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. She began to slow down a little though, and suddenly I knew what she was going to do: she was going to fist me! Adding a little lube, she slowly and gentle worked the last of her nimble piano fingers inside of me. I let out a cry as I could feel my self being stretched. Once in, she again began to pump them in and out, gradually upping the tempo, cresendoing fast and going in deeper and deeper. Juliet began licking and sucking my clit, drinking in all of my wet juices. I couldn't handle it any more. I came and I came hard! It was harder then I'd every came before. I screamed so loud I knew there was no way the students in the apartment next-door on the floor above us didn't hear that. My restraints pulled taut as my body gyrated, shaking the entire bed. When my orgasm finally concluded, my body fell limp, more exhausted than ever before. Juliet removed all of my tethers and curled up next to me on the bed. I must have passed out from exhaustion, because I don't remember anything after that. I awoke the next morning to find Juliet watching me as I slept in her arms. "Good morning, beautiful," I yawned, still pretty worn-out from the night before. "Good morning," Juliet replied, grinning at me with her gorgeous smile. "So, did you enjoy yourself last night?" "Oh my goddess, thank you! That was the best sex ever," I began, a wet tingling sensation beginning to return as I reflected on last nights escapades. "It was everything I've ever fantasized about and more." "I aim to please," Juliet replied cockily, a teasing glint in her eye. "I don't think I can get out of bed," I said, yawning again. "Well," Juliet began, "why don't we relax here for a little bit, and then go get some coffee?" "I'd like nothing more."