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Subject: {ASSM} The Piano Man - MF, coll, humor, rom
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Copyright 2003 Lady Kokomo. All rights reserved. Any use other
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"Truth or dare?" Bianca asked as I settled down amidst the small
group of girls. We were all sophomores and decided to use the
game as a fun way to amuse ourselves while waiting for the first
day of class. Even if no one took a dare, it was sure to be
entertaining at the very least.
Since I had a fair number of skeletons in my closet and the girls
gathered in our dormitory lounge shared my high school, there was
no question what I needed to do. "Dare," I responded with
conviction.
Bianca thought a moment, and then smiled evilly. "I've got the
perfect dare for you," she said, a twinkle in her eye.
Being a fellow music major, Bianca had first-hand knowledge of
Luciano Martinelli, the sexy visiting professor from Italy. The
campus was buzzing with gossip about this supposedly unobtainable
hunk. "You wouldn't believe this guy," she addressed the group.
"He is soooo hot." The girls swooned at her description of him.
Okay, Bianca was talking about Martinelli and she knew I was a
bit of a wild child. Combine that with the fact that she was
supposed to be determining my dare, and it was adding up to
trouble with a capital T.
"Here's your dare, Tess," Bianca said, throwing up what she
believed to be the ultimate challenge. "You are to go to the Fine
Arts Center, find Professor Martinelli, and kiss him."
"Piece of cake," I responded with a grin. "I'll be back in a
flash."
"Uh-uh-uhhhh, just a minute, Tess," Bianca started. "We're going
with you!" I raised my eyebrows in question. "You didn't think we
were gonna trust you on this one, did you?"
Silly me.
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I climbed the steps to the Fine Arts Center, a group of five
whispering, giggling girls at my heels. Being a music major on
campus, I knew all the ins and outs of the massive building.
Guessing Martinelli would probably be rehearsing for his faculty
recital tomorrow night, I sneaked in the side door that led to
Bezanson Hall. I shushed the girls behind me as we entered the
building.
As I approached the modestly sized recital hall, I heard the
sultry tones of a soprano sax. I leaned against the closed door,
taking in the muffled sounds. God, the sax was such a sensual
instrument! So damn expressive. I sighed with pleasure, my body
growing warm at the mere sound of the melody. I couldn't take it
any longer; I had to see the musician behind the music that was
slowly turning me on in the abandoned, dimly lit hallway.
Gently, I opened the door to the recital hall. Just a crack. In
the middle of the harshly lit stage stood perhaps the
best-looking man ever to walk the face of the earth. His dark
blond hair skimmed the top of his shoulders, and an adorable
dimple flashed on his left cheek as he took a breath between
phrases of the music.
"Oh my God," I mouthed to myself, growing weak in the knees. My
jaw dropped, as I stood frozen, taking in the sight of him. Whew,
he was even more gorgeous than everyone said he was! Before I
could regain my composure and make a run for it, he looked up at
me, his piercing green eyes gazing into the depths of my soul.
"Why hello, cara," he greeted, shading his eyes from the
spotlights. A subtle Italian accent colored his deep, sexy voice.
My legs turned to rubber as I grabbed the doorframe for support.
The group of girls behind me giggled in response.
I didn't know much Italian, besides the word fettuccini that is,
but I knew enough to know that the word cara meant dear one,
loved one, or something like that. Screw the stinkin' kiss. As
far as I was concerned, he could take me right then and there,
and do pretty much anything he wanted to with me!
"Come on down," he invited, "I could use a break." He placed the
saxophone in a stand and sat down on the edge of the stage,
patting the space next to him. I started down the steps
tentatively, making my way toward him. Smiling, he took a sip
from his water bottle, and then dismissed the pianist he had been
working with. Funny, I didn't even remember seeing anyone but
him. "See ya in a few, Seth," he added, as the man exited to the
rear of the stage.
The man who was getting me hot and bothered with the mere sound
of his voice turned to me and smiled, again flashing those sexy
dimples. "Luciano Martinelli," he introduced, taking my hand in
his and kissing it. I resisted the temptation to say 'I know.'
"But you can call me Luke. What's your name?" he asked, tilting
his head in an adorable way that made me want to reach up and run
my fingers through his flowing hair.
For the life of me, I couldn't remember! "It's.umm.uh." I
stammered like a fool as he held my hand. "Tess," I finally
provided. "Tess Gordon." So let's cut the chitchat and get down
to business, handsome. Take me right here, right now! I didn't
say it, but heaven knows I wanted to!
"So what are you doing out alone so late at night?" Luke asked,
releasing my hand. "It's not safe these days," he cautioned,
rubbing a hand up my thigh.
My heart rate quickened as a jolt of electricity shot up my body.
He wiped his perspiring forehead with the back of his hand. "Man,
it's hot in here," Luke complained, standing up. Before I could
react, he shucked off his t-shirt and stood before me, his
magnificently hairy chest exposed for all to see. I could have
sworn I heard a collective gasp from the back of the recital
hall, but Luke didn't seem to notice.
He walked back toward me, giving me an eye-level view of certain
parts of his anatomy-one part in particular that seemed to be
growing before my eyes. Without hesitation, I reached for his
belt and unbuckled his jeans. He leaned back, accentuating his
already impressive size. I loosened the button of his pants, and
then pulled the zipper down with my teeth. His jeans fell to his
ankles, revealing tight, red satin briefs.
My mouth fell open as Luke's hand slid into the front of his
briefs and pulled out his large, erect penis. Watch and weep,
girls! And Bianca thought getting a kiss was going to be hard.
I took Luke's tip in to my mouth, swirling my tongue around his
sensitive head. He moaned in appreciation, grabbing my head and
pulling it toward him. The hunk of my dreams-hell, the hunk of
EVERY girl's dreams--pumped his cock in and out, forcing more of
his length in with each thrust. Just when I thought he was about
to burst and feed my eager mouth, he pulled out.
Luke extended his hand, helping me to my feet. Pulling me close,
he massaged my back through my blouse. Instead of panicking about
being literally on stage and in the spotlight, I reached for his
lips hungrily. The girls were certainly getting quite a show.
Our tongues explored each other's mouths as his thumbs brushed
the tips of my breasts. My nipples hardened, even through the
multiple layers of fabric. Breathless, we pulled apart just far
enough for Luke to unbutton my blouse. He tugged my shirttails
out of my jeans, and then ran his hands up my back to unhook my
bra. He let out a soft gasp as my breasts fell free. Luke suckled
one breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue, and then moved to
the other. He circled my waist with his arm, then let a lone
finger stray beneath the waistband of my jeans. I shivered with
excitement as his finger made the rounds. When he returned to the
front of my pants, he popped the snap and then reached for the
zipper. The jeans and my panties joined my bra and blouse on the
hardwood floor of the stage with a quiet whoosh.
My skin warmed under the heat of the lights as Luke drew me
close, his hardness nudging my moist pussy. As we continued
kissing and exploring one another's bodies, I heard a clunk from
backstage. The fear of getting caught in the act sent me grabbing
my blouse frantically and taking refuge behind the piano, which
luckily managed to cover all my crucial parts.
Luke laughed and rounded the piano to join me. Putting his lips
close to my ear, he whispered, "It's okay, it's just Seth." I
shivered as much from the sound of his voice that close to my ear
as I did from the presence of a second man. Trying to get me back
in the mood, Luke whispered in my ear, "Cara mia, let me love
you." His hair tickled my shoulders as he spoke. Ohhh, just keep
speaking Italian to me, you sexy hunk! He trailed a finger down
my stomach and fiddled with my belly button, moving his finger
slowly in and out. Then he made his way lower, between my legs,
where he dipped a finger inside of me. "Ah, you're ready for me,"
he said, a smile of satisfaction on his handsome face.
His touch electrified me. I spun around and kissed him
passionately, putting as little space between us as possible.
He motioned Seth over to the piano. In one smooth movement, Luke
encircled my waist and lifted me on to the grand piano. The
lacquered wood was chilly beneath my bottom. My eyes widened,
wondering what was coming next. "Have I got a surprise for you,"
Luke uttered into my mouth, between kisses.
Oddly enough, I wasn't mortified to be sitting naked on a piano
in the middle of a stage, nor was I even remotely concerned about
the presence of who I grew to think of as simply "the piano man".
Oh, and there was the matter of the pack of girls watching us,
but they didn't count. I ran my fingers through Luke's wavy hair,
my eyes conveying a trust in him I probably had no right to give.
But I wanted him. Oh how I wanted him.
Without warning, Luke turned to the piano man and said, "Seth,
why don't you take it from bar 48."
The piano man walked around the instrument, respecting my
privacy, and settled himself on the bench. In seconds, the gentle
vibrations from the driving beat of the music rose up through my
body. Luke leaned forward. "You like?" he asked with his sexy
smile.
Don't, my conscience begged. Stop. Luke's mouth savored one
breast, his tongue moving in time to the music. Don't. Stop. His
hand reached between my legs. Don't.stop, He released my breast
and eased me backward so I was lying across the piano, every inch
of my body literally feeling the beat of the music. His thick
cock replaced his finger, easing its way into my wetness. Don't,
stop! Luke pumped in and out of me, every other beat of the music
punctuated by his thrusts. "Don't stop!" I called aloud,
breathlessly reaching for the back of the piano to hang on for
the ride.
By then, all I could hear was my pulse racing in my ears. Luke
reached up and tweaked a nipple as he bucked against me. Oh God,
make it last forever! My eyes were closed in ecstasy, but my
mouth hung open wide, gulping whatever air I could find.
A pair of lips found my mouth, its tongue darting in and out.
Wait a minute, I thought, confused. Luke was still pumping away,
his hands playing with my breasts and occasionally giving me a
rub in a strategic location. He wasn't lying on top of me, so. I
opened my eyes, just a crack to confirm my suspicion.
With short black hair and a non-descript face, he wasn't much to
look at. Then again, nobody was much to look at when you compared
him to the hunk who seduced me with a single look. Finally, Luke
and the piano man switched places. Luke stroked my face gently as
the piano man picked up where Luke left off. The piano man wasn't
nearly as big or as satisfying, but the improved view of Luke's
soulful green eyes was worth it. I reached up and pulled Luke's
face down to mine. Our tongues danced as the piano man bucked.
Eventually, Luke's cock replaced his tongue. He and the piano man
seemed to establish a working rhythm as my body trembled and
shuddered beneath them.
The pace quickened as the men panted, gasping for air. When I
thought I could take no more, the piano man reached between my
legs and sent me over the edge. We each exploded, one at a time.
Spent, I stayed exactly where I was until I could catch my
breath. I watched as the men dressed themselves, dazed and
contented. When he was fully clothed, Luke reached for my waist
and helped ease me down from the piano. With an odd display of
modesty, I grabbed each piece of my clothing and ran backstage to
dress. The act seemed almost hysterical in light of what had just
happened.
I emerged from backstage barefoot, my blouse rumpled and my hair
still tousled. "Where in the world are my shoes?" I asked, as
Luke replaced the reed on his sax. He pointed under the piano. I
blushed, thinking that after everything that happened, I should
have had something a bit more profound to say. I didn't know
what, but surely anything would have been better than asking
where my shoes were!
Seeing the men were ready to get back to work, I picked up my
shoes and climbed the stairs. As I reached the door, I turned
back to take one last look at the man of my dreams. Luke flashed
a smile, which I gladly returned as I stumbled out the door.
"Cara?" he called after me.
"Yeah?" I responded, popping my head back in the doorway.
"You'd better get some sleep, darling, our music lit class starts
promptly at 8 a.m.!"
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