Sometimes music is the window to pleasure. I’m not talking about just that recycled crap that dominates our radio stations. I found that out when I took a piano lesson with Katya. She was 24 years old, and had the body of a Greek goddess. Chances are she could have been a Greek goddess in another life. I was only a few years older. I only went because my friend Tom recommended her. He told me I would not be disappointed with the lesson and that I’ll kept coming back for more. So I decided to call up one day and make an appointment.
"Hello?" she answered in a cute voice.
"Yes, I wanted to make an arrangement for a piano lesson," I said nervously.
"Were you referred by someone to me? I only take people who are single, lonely, and male."
"That’s an interesting list of prerequisites," I laughed.
"It’s how I work. Do you want the lesson or not?"
"Sure."
"How about tomorrow at 3 p.m.?"
"Okay. How much will this cost?"
"$200 for 10 lessons."
"I don’t have that kind of money," I exclaimed.
"We’ll I’m sure we can work something out. Like a payment plan. Tomorrow then?"
"Fine. See you tomorrow."
I hung up the phone and kept wondering why she charged so much and gave me multiple lessons. I mind turned to erotic thoughts of this porn film of a piano teacher giving a student more than just lessons if you know what I mean. I laughed and just shrugged it off. The only other reason could be that Katya is really good and was going to make a star out of me. I called Tom and asked why she charged so much. He told me that the lessons were very good and I will be pleased. He even gave me an example of his piano playing. The selection was some classical stuff and he went through it without a hitch. This was a guy who couldn’t play a note five weeks ago. I waited with anticipation to see why she was good......
The next day, I was like a chicken running around with his head cut off. I couldn’t sleep all night wondering what she was about. So around three, I headed over to her place. The door was cracked slightly open. Could she have been waiting for me. When I got inside, This vision of beauty was at a grand piano. Wearing Daisy Dukes and a white tank top, she played the piano with robustness. Katya's body was tanned nicely, and she had long black hair. I was not only amazed by her ability, but by her beauty. When she was done, she turned around as I applauded. The tank top was incredibly tight to shape her nicely rounded breasts. Now all the thoughts of that movie I watched seemed eerily real.
"Hi there," she said with a smile.
"Hi," I said as I drew a blank.
