After that night of intoxication I didn't dare to go back to cello classes for a month, I wasn't ready to see Priot again, I still felt shame and the dreams with the snowy forest, the wolf and Priot continued and became recurrent. The most curious thing was that who else kept insisting I resume my classes was Gastón, which made me think he was still seeing Priot, but... why?
My parents asked what had happened to my classes, why I had abandoned them and were pressuring me to resume them, which I finally did.
The encounter with Priot was really uncomfortable for both of us, we both pretended to forget what had happened, at least for that class, which went on normally and I received a less harsh treatment from my teacher than usual, which made me think he had regretted what had happened and wanted to make amends. But, as almost always, peace doesn't last long, by the few classes already he had returned to being the demanding professor of always:
Don't look at your fingers on the keyboard, always keep your gaze forward. You need to correct it. It's for tuning, I feel more secure if I can see them -I excused myself- A piece of crap excuse, look ahead! You don't need to see to tune -he exclaimed, raising his voice, then left the room and returned with a large black handkerchief, which he rolled up and tied around my eyes. 'Play!' he said almost ordering me.
But Priot, I can't do that, I can't see anything! -I tried to convince him, more because of how strange I felt not being able to see than because I really minded playing out of tune.
He took my face in his hand and whispered firmly 'Sol, play now!' something I started doing more to get out of that situation than for conviction. Surprisingly, I was able to play without going out of tune. After finishing the exercise I removed the blindfold from my eyes and looked at Priot with the satisfaction of a battle won, he was standing in front of me, his grey eyes fixed on mine... 'hard-headed woman, don't you' You would have made a case without protesting - he said and knelt down in front of me again, taking my face between his hands and kissing me, the kiss I returned with defiant attitude, still eating at his mouth, even with the violoncello between us, separating or thinking better uniting... After some interminable seconds of passionate kiss, he removed the instrument from the middle and our bodies reunited, his mouth under my neck, which I kissed, licked, and bit, and his hands on my breasts, which he squeezed over the black Nirvana T-shirt that had belonged to my father and been given to me. We reclined on the carpet and for the first time I could feel the weight of his body on mine, I felt like I was losing control of the situation, my gaze from a badly raised girl had turned into one of desire, excitement, my flushed face and agitated breathing betrayed me. He began undressing me and I him, he called out to me that he wasn't wearing underwear, as when he unbuttoned his pants, his erect sex appeared before me, perfectly shaved unlike mine. I didn't decide, I don't think I even thought about it but when I realized it, his sex was already in my mouth, savoring and tracing with my lips and tongue. His glans was already wet and slid easily back into my mouth, he groaned and took me by the hair with one hand and played with my breast with the other, squeezing and taking my nipple between his fingers. Then he threw me onto the carpet and put on a condom while looking at me smiling... -Open your legs for me- he said as he finished putting it on, I obeyed him and spread my legs a little, offering him a view of what was about to possess. He lay down on top of me this time tracing his penis over my other lips, the lips of my vagina. -I want you to squeeze your legs around me like you hold onto the violoncello when you play- he whispered in my ear and penetrated me just as I obeyed him. He entered me easily, my excitement had already lubricated well... walls of my pussy.-Mmmm wet and hot, just the way I like it- she said and began slowly, as if being begged, I tried to explain to her that I didn't have too much experience in sex, only with my ex boyfriend, but she made me shut up with a kiss and started thrusting into me with more rhythm and force making me moan in her mouth. She leaned on her arms and started taking me like she did in my forest dreams, without mercy, making me scream between the sounds like muffled applause from our bellies crashing before each thrust that made my body slide across the carpet, she sucked my nipples until they were hard and swollen. Then she put me on all fours, got behind me, grabbed me tight around the waist and penetrated me again with no delicacy at all, pumping me hard, I had to hold myself up with my hands so I wouldn't fall, my breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust just there it seemed like I was convulsing, my entire body and especially my legs started trembling when I felt contractions in my sex that made me cum for the first time taking (Yes, with my ex I didn't finish when he took me). It was as if all the energy of my body had gone out and I collapsed onto the carpet. There she lay, the girl who'd been badly raised, on her stomach, panting, disheveled, with her legs still open even with those post-orgasm tremors, her buttocks red and her pussy and thighs wet. Prior to me turning around, I could see a glow in her gray eyes, smiling satisfied at seeing me in that state, She took off the condom and started jacking off, moaning louder and louder until she released her abundant and thick warm cum all over my breasts and belly. At that moment the doorbell rang, our heat had made us forget he had to go back to his classes, I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed, he fixed himself up as best he could. By the time I came out of the bathroom, he was already getting ready. Another student in the classroom who smelled like a strong jasmine fragrance from an ambient deodorant, I smiled making myself silly and bid farewell until the next class, Priot accompanied me to the door, grabbed my butt, and pressed against him saying: Don't disappear again. I smiled, kissed him, and replied as I was walking away: I won't.
Upon arriving home, I greeted my family and stayed with them talking about how my day went in class, of course omitting the sex part. When going to take a necessary shower, I found that the black Nirvana T-shirt, which my father gave me, had a stain of Priot's semen on the back. I never knew if my parents noticed it during our conversation. What shame!
Will continue...
My parents asked what had happened to my classes, why I had abandoned them and were pressuring me to resume them, which I finally did.
The encounter with Priot was really uncomfortable for both of us, we both pretended to forget what had happened, at least for that class, which went on normally and I received a less harsh treatment from my teacher than usual, which made me think he had regretted what had happened and wanted to make amends. But, as almost always, peace doesn't last long, by the few classes already he had returned to being the demanding professor of always:
Don't look at your fingers on the keyboard, always keep your gaze forward. You need to correct it. It's for tuning, I feel more secure if I can see them -I excused myself- A piece of crap excuse, look ahead! You don't need to see to tune -he exclaimed, raising his voice, then left the room and returned with a large black handkerchief, which he rolled up and tied around my eyes. 'Play!' he said almost ordering me.
But Priot, I can't do that, I can't see anything! -I tried to convince him, more because of how strange I felt not being able to see than because I really minded playing out of tune.
He took my face in his hand and whispered firmly 'Sol, play now!' something I started doing more to get out of that situation than for conviction. Surprisingly, I was able to play without going out of tune. After finishing the exercise I removed the blindfold from my eyes and looked at Priot with the satisfaction of a battle won, he was standing in front of me, his grey eyes fixed on mine... 'hard-headed woman, don't you' You would have made a case without protesting - he said and knelt down in front of me again, taking my face between his hands and kissing me, the kiss I returned with defiant attitude, still eating at his mouth, even with the violoncello between us, separating or thinking better uniting... After some interminable seconds of passionate kiss, he removed the instrument from the middle and our bodies reunited, his mouth under my neck, which I kissed, licked, and bit, and his hands on my breasts, which he squeezed over the black Nirvana T-shirt that had belonged to my father and been given to me. We reclined on the carpet and for the first time I could feel the weight of his body on mine, I felt like I was losing control of the situation, my gaze from a badly raised girl had turned into one of desire, excitement, my flushed face and agitated breathing betrayed me. He began undressing me and I him, he called out to me that he wasn't wearing underwear, as when he unbuttoned his pants, his erect sex appeared before me, perfectly shaved unlike mine. I didn't decide, I don't think I even thought about it but when I realized it, his sex was already in my mouth, savoring and tracing with my lips and tongue. His glans was already wet and slid easily back into my mouth, he groaned and took me by the hair with one hand and played with my breast with the other, squeezing and taking my nipple between his fingers. Then he threw me onto the carpet and put on a condom while looking at me smiling... -Open your legs for me- he said as he finished putting it on, I obeyed him and spread my legs a little, offering him a view of what was about to possess. He lay down on top of me this time tracing his penis over my other lips, the lips of my vagina. -I want you to squeeze your legs around me like you hold onto the violoncello when you play- he whispered in my ear and penetrated me just as I obeyed him. He entered me easily, my excitement had already lubricated well... walls of my pussy.-Mmmm wet and hot, just the way I like it- she said and began slowly, as if being begged, I tried to explain to her that I didn't have too much experience in sex, only with my ex boyfriend, but she made me shut up with a kiss and started thrusting into me with more rhythm and force making me moan in her mouth. She leaned on her arms and started taking me like she did in my forest dreams, without mercy, making me scream between the sounds like muffled applause from our bellies crashing before each thrust that made my body slide across the carpet, she sucked my nipples until they were hard and swollen. Then she put me on all fours, got behind me, grabbed me tight around the waist and penetrated me again with no delicacy at all, pumping me hard, I had to hold myself up with my hands so I wouldn't fall, my breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust just there it seemed like I was convulsing, my entire body and especially my legs started trembling when I felt contractions in my sex that made me cum for the first time taking (Yes, with my ex I didn't finish when he took me). It was as if all the energy of my body had gone out and I collapsed onto the carpet. There she lay, the girl who'd been badly raised, on her stomach, panting, disheveled, with her legs still open even with those post-orgasm tremors, her buttocks red and her pussy and thighs wet. Prior to me turning around, I could see a glow in her gray eyes, smiling satisfied at seeing me in that state, She took off the condom and started jacking off, moaning louder and louder until she released her abundant and thick warm cum all over my breasts and belly. At that moment the doorbell rang, our heat had made us forget he had to go back to his classes, I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed, he fixed himself up as best he could. By the time I came out of the bathroom, he was already getting ready. Another student in the classroom who smelled like a strong jasmine fragrance from an ambient deodorant, I smiled making myself silly and bid farewell until the next class, Priot accompanied me to the door, grabbed my butt, and pressed against him saying: Don't disappear again. I smiled, kissed him, and replied as I was walking away: I won't.
Upon arriving home, I greeted my family and stayed with them talking about how my day went in class, of course omitting the sex part. When going to take a necessary shower, I found that the black Nirvana T-shirt, which my father gave me, had a stain of Priot's semen on the back. I never knew if my parents noticed it during our conversation. What shame!
Will continue...
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