I stood on the front porch, staring at that door. Mentally, I was preparing, myself, or rather giving myself a "pep talk" to psych myself up for what I was about to do. "Come on, Jill. You can do this." I repeated this (well, more like shouting at the top of my lungs in the back of my head) over and over again, gaining more confidence. I shifted in my outfit: a white shirt that stretched so tight against my braless chest, I swear the buttons would snap off if I sneezed; my cute little skirt was so short that I knew my butt (and everything else) would be clearly visible if I bent over. Of course, accessorize it with white tennis shoes and black silk thong panties, and I looked the part I was going for: twenty one-year-old schoolgirl gone slut.
I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. There was no turning back now. The sunlight warmed my skin, and formed a soft halo of light on the hair on the top of my head. I knew why I was so nervous. I was preparing to seduce my violin teacher, Jonathan. God, my panties were already starting to dampen.
He was slightly older than I was. His long, black ponytail, all-black wardrobe, and his tendency to constantly wear hemp necklaces made him look the part of the bad boy. But, after becoming friends with him over the past year, I knew better. In reality, he was quite innocent. And for some reason, that turned me on. He was also a deep-rooted romantic who lived to play his violin. As a friend, he managed to talk me into taking lessons, even if I was too old to become a "prodigy", seeing as I was over twenty years old, and was just starting to take lessons.
My daydreaming was cut short, though, as the heavy wooden door swung open and Jonathan stood on the other side. My heart skipped a beat, and my nipples poked proudly at you through my shirt. I had to catch my breath. You didn't seem to notice. "Hey, Jill. Come on in. Everything is set up in the den.
You turned to lead the way, but all I noticed was your ass. God, I want to grab that ass. But, I shoved that thought to the back of my mind, at least for the time being. Instead, I grabbed my violin case laying at my feet, and followed you in. You were standing at the two chairs and stand in the middle of the den, facing a huge window that overlooked the street. I paced across the floor and put my violin case on my designated chair. You walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When you walked back in the room, my mind went into instinct, and I bent over to open my violin case, displaying my nearly bare pussy. I heard the footsteps stop and a sharp intake of breath. I stood up straight and turned to face you. "What?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious to my little exhibition.
You shook his head, as if trying to shake out any impure thoughts from your head. "Uhhh...nothing," you managed to stammer out. "Let's get down to practice, shall we?"
The practice went by uneventful, except for a few instances when I pressed my straining chest against your arm, asking questions about the measures or rests, pretending to be clueless. I could tell the teacher/student fantasy I was playing out was turning you on, just by the look of your pants. While you tried to keep your mind on music and said something about a half rest, I unsnapped the top two buttons on my shirt. My chest was in danger of leaving its cloth confines with a sneeze.
Practice eventually was over, and as I reached for my sheet music, it slipped from my fingers and fluttered to the floor like oversized confetti. Without thinking, I fell to the floor to scoop up scattered papers, not realizing you were watching me crawl around on the floor, displaying either my tits or my pussy. After a few seconds, I looked up to find you staring at my chest. "See something you like?" I said with a grin.
You immediately came back down to Earth. You knew you were busted, and started to turn a cute shade of crimson. "I, uh, what I mean is..."
