The Tchaikovsky Affair

by Swift, Marie

  “Oh my God,” Shannon whispered to herself, when she could make out Jackie’s naked silhouette, her curves mirroring those of the instrument in her hands. She was breathtaking.

  Jackie’s hands stilled when she realized she was being watched and she turned around to grin at the blonde.

  Shannon strode purposely to Jackie, and said, “Teach me.”

  “Okay, but I have one rule.”

  “What’s that?”

  “No clothes are to be worn while playing cello between the hours of midnight and 6am.”

  “Is that right?” Shannon asked, cocking her eyebrow playfully. She was more than willing to play along, her resolve crumbling by the second.

  “I’m afraid so.”

  Shannon didn’t hesitate to drop the sheet she had been holding tightly around her body. Jackie grinned at Shannon’s easy acceptance of her sketchy rule, and lifted up her cello from its resting place on her shoulder.

  She scooted back on the chair and gestured for Shannon to join her. When Shannon was positioned with her back to Jackie’s front, their skin melding into each other, Jackie gently laid the cello down on Shannon’s shoulder. She handed her the bow and lifted her left hand to put it in position. Shannon applied pressure with her left index finger and slid the bow over the A string. They both laughed as a squeaky sound emanated from what was usually an elegant instrument. With Jackie’s help, Shannon tried a few more times, before letting out a sigh in frustration.

  “You make it look so easy!”

  “Um, have you seen yourself play the violin? It’s like you were playing that thing in the womb!”

  “I practically was,” Shannon laughed. “I guess we should stick to our own instruments, huh?”

  “I think it’s for the best,” Jackie agreed.

  “Play for me,” Shannon requested. She was about to get up to give Jackie more space to play, when Jackie squeezed her legs, trapping Shannon between her body and the cello.

  “No, stay, I have an idea.” The husky quality of Jackie’s voice let Shannon know the direction of Jackie’s thoughts.

  “And what idea is that?” Shannon rasped as Jackie began kissing her way along Shannon’s shoulder blades.

  “Remember your homework from today?” Jackie mumbled against her skin. “Gallo said that you needed to be more passionate and truly feel the music. I’m going to help you…do…just…that.” She punctuated the last few words with nips and kisses along Shannon’s hairline.

  “How?” Shannon practically squeaked. Her freak-out from just hours before seemed entirely inconsequential at this moment. She no longer cared what her mind wanted, because her body was screaming at her out of visceral need. She reminded herself one last time that Jackie was not and that she was older and wiser now. And besides, this was homework.

  Jackie leaned forward and took the bottom of Shannon’s ear between her teeth, before whispering, “I want you to touch yourself while I play for you.”

  Jackie chuckled at Shannon’s stunned silence and continued. “Let the music guide you and you’ll know just how and where to touch yourself. Okay?”

  “Okay,” Shannon breathed.

  Jackie kissed her shoulder and scooted her body even closer to Shannon’s, leaving no space whatsoever between them. Shannon gasped as she felt Jackie’s hardened nipples press against her back. Jackie wrapped her arms around Shannon and once again laid the instrument on her shoulder. She took the bow and moved it across the body of the cello. The instrument emitted a low sound as Jackie’s left hand moved languidly, creating subtle waves in the noise. Immediately Shannon began snaking her right hand between her legs, needing no further foreplay due to her dream and the feel of Jackie’s naked body against her back.

  Jackie shook her head. “I don’t think that’s what the music is telling you to do.”

  Shannon groaned in frustration, but moved her hand higher, circling her nipples lightly. Eventually Jackie released the note and began moving up the scale, adding more pressure with her bow. Shannon squeezed her breast, before lavishing attention on the other one, rolling her nipple between her fingers. Jackie began to play a faster, lighter motif, indicating to Shannon to move her hand southward, but to keep teasing herself. Shannon rested her hand just above her curls, and then dipped her forefinger down to circle her clit.

  Shannon moaned when she discovered that despite the obstruction between Jackie and her instrument, she still played with her entire body. Jackie undulated behind her, thrusting her pelvis and breasts into Shannon’s back in time with the music.

  Jackie kept up the moderate rhythm, but played on the lower two strings. Shannon followed suit by plunging two fingers into her slick folds, pumping with Jackie’s steady rhythm. Jackie lifted her right leg over Shannon’s, sliding her foot down the blonde’s firm calf and forcing Shannon to open her stance wider. Shannon threw her head back over Jackie’s right shoulder, leaving it exposed to Jackie’s talented lips.

  “God, Jackie …” Shannon breathed in Jackie’s ear, making the brunette shiver with her own arousal. From this vantage point she could see down the length of Shannon’s body and watched with awe as Shannon pleasured herself, her fingers glistening in the dim lamplight with her arousal. How Jackie was able to continue playing during this neither woman would ever understand.

  Jackie picked up the pace and Shannon began pumping faster, while adding pressure to her clit with her thumb. When Jackie entered into a low tremolo, moving the bow rapidly back and forth across one string, Shannon knew she was about to get her release.

  “I’m so close…please...”

  Instead of giving into Shannon’s pleas, Jackie halted her motions completely, and the sound stopped. Lost in her own desire, Shannon continued her ministrations anyway. Jackie quickly exchanged her bow to her left hand and roughly grabbed Shannon’s wrist, before placing her hand against her thigh. Shannon cried out at the loss of contact.

  “Gallo was right, you don’t pay attention to the music.” Jackie said these words curtly, biting down on Shannon’s neck playfully. Shannon whimpered. With her attention no longer divided, Jackie nipped and licked her way across Shannon’s neck and hairline, her hand still resting over Shannon’s.

  Figuring she’d tortured the blonde enough, Jackie began to play, picking up a quick tempo in no time. Shannon began to touch herself with the same rhythm as before, quickly reaching the edge of her orgasm again. Sensing this, Jackie started to play notes on two different strings at the same time, producing a grating, discordant harmony. Shannon knew she wouldn’t be allowed to come until Jackie resolved the dissonance, so she slowed down her motions, while using her left hand to pinch her nipples.

  “Fuck…please” Shannon let out a feral grunt.

  “Please what?”

  “Please…let me come.” Jackie moaned at the sound of those words spilling from Shannon’s lips and resolved the chord. Shannon cried out Jackie’s name as she let herself go. Her muscles spasmed against Jackie’s taut frame. The brunette played the same chord, but began to slow down her bow strokes, eventually drifting away entirely. Shannon’s hand mimicked the rhythm as she came down from her powerful orgasm.

  Shannon’s body fell limp against Jackie’s and neither of them said anything as their breathing returned to normal.

  When Shannon finally regained the ability to speak, she murmured, “God, that was the best orgasm I have ever had.”

  “Imagine what it will be like when I’m the one touching you.” Shannon couldn’t believe that so soon after her last orgasm she was feeling the familiar warmth of arousal pool in her stomach.

  “I’m sorry for freaking out earlier. I can’t believe that’s what I would have been missing,” Shannon mumbled.

  “It’s okay,” Jackie said, dropping a kiss on her neck.

  “I want to make it up to you,” Shannon replied, trying to turn to kiss Jackie full on the lips. The position wouldn’t allow her to do so. Jackie lifted the cello and gestured for Shannon to stand. Sh
annon stood on wobble legs while Jackie gently laid her cello back in its horizontal position on the floor.

  As soon as Jackie stood to join Shannon, the blonde forcefully pushed her back against the wall of the living room. She attacked Jackie’s lips trying to convey the absurd amount of passion she felt just from looking at the other woman. When Jackie regained the ability to react, she wrapped her hand around the back of Shannon’s neck, stilling her and forcing the kiss to become slower, though no less passionate. Shannon grabbed Jackie’s wrist and held it against the wall next to Jackie’s head. She did the same with Jackie’s other hand as she felt it snaking around her wrist. She applied enough pressure for Jackie to stop fighting the restraint. Keeping Jackie’s hands in place, Shannon began to kiss her way down Jackie’s neck, sucking on her pulse point, before moving to nip and kiss her collar bone. Bending lower, she kissed down the valley between Jackie’s breasts, purposely ignoring the areas Jackie wanted her tongue the most.

  Shannon released Jackie’s hands and sank to her knees, continuing to place wet kisses over Jackie’s stomach. Her hands now free, Jackie wrapped her right hand in Shannon’s hair, trying to push her lower.

  Shannon chuckled. “You want me to go lower, huh?”

  “Yes, please,” Jackie moaned.

  “Okay then,” Shannon smirked and sat back on her heels. She kissed the inside of Jackie’s knee and licked her way up to the middle of Jackie’s thigh. Jackie groaned when she realized she was about to be paid back from her teasing earlier. Shannon moved her mouth slowly upwards stopping close to the juncture between Jackie’s leg and pelvis.

  “Shannon, please!” In response, Shannon bit down on the flesh of Jackie’s thigh, smiling into her skin as Jackie groaned loudly and pulled at Shannon’s hair.

  As Shannon started to place light kisses just above Jackie’s soft curls, she reached up to palm Jackie’s breasts. Ever so lightly, she dipped her tongue into Jackie’s folds. Jackie hissed in pleasure and anticipation, continuing to rub and pull at Shannon’s hair, futilely hoping it would end the torture. Shannon continued by swirling her tongue around Jackie’s oversensitive nub, hardly applying any pressure. Jackie’s hips bucked almost involuntarily, desperately trying to increase the pressure.

  Shannon laughed and shook her head, pulling her arms down, placing them squarely on Jackie’s hips and pushing them back against the wall.

  Keeping one hand against Jackie’s hips, Shannon used her other to run a finger along Jackie’s slit.

  “So fucking wet,” she whispered hungrily.

  “Please!” Jackie whimpered again. Without any notice, Shannon unceremoniously plunged two fingers deep within Jackie, making the taller woman cry out in a wonderful mix of pleasure and pain. Shannon established a rhythm, curling her fingers inward slightly, before plunging back in again. As Jackie’s breathing became shallower, Shannon wrapped her lips around Jackie’s clit, swirling her tongue and sucking gently.

  Moments later Jackie’s orgasm hit her in waves, her walls convulsing around Shannon’s still pumping fingers, as she cried out Shannon’s name. Jackie’s legs suddenly gave out and she slowly sank to the floor using Shannon and the wall to support her. She eventually fell onto her knees, Shannon’s fingers still buried in her. Shannon used her free hand to brush a few stray hairs out of Jackie’s eyes and placed several gentle kisses along her sweaty brow.

  Neither said anything as Jackie caught her breath. Eventually Shannon removed her fingers and Jackie moaned, kissing Shannon deeply in gratitude.

  “Mmmm your fingers are so talented in so many ways,” Jackie murmured and Shannon giggled. Jackie absentmindedly traced circles over Shannon’s thigh, conjuring up Shannon’s arousal again.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” Shannon whispered. At these words, Jackie’s head shot up. Shannon used this moment to her advantage and took her still wet fingers into her mouth, licking them completely clean of Jackie’s juices.

  At this sight, Jackie regained her strength completely. Standing quickly on barely sturdy legs, she swept a giggling Shannon into her arms, before carrying her to the bedroom for rounds three and four.

  Six

  Once again Shannon awoke in a bed with a conspicuously empty left side. This time, though, her nose let her know exactly where Jackie had gone. She sat up in bed, sighing contentedly and stretching her arms behind her back. She spied a pair of Jackie’s short and one of her Oberlin sweatshirts folded neatly on the corner of the bed and grinned at Jackie’s thoughtfulness. Shrugging the loose clothing on, she reveled in Jackie’s unique scent for a moment, before walking through the doors to the living room. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, she smiled at the sight before her. Jackie was clad in a similar attire as Shannon’s, humming and dancing slightly as she expertly flipped a pancake. Once Jackie had put the pan back on the stove, Shannon closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around the taller woman’s waist, placing a kiss on her shoulder blade. Immediately Jackie gasped and jumped slightly.

  “Jesus!” Jackie exclaimed. “I could have burned myself!”

  Shannon laughed and rolled her eyes as Jackie turned to face her. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she murmured, before capturing Jackie’s lips in a gentle, but sensuous kiss.

  “Mmmm, good morning,” Jackie mumbled, pulling away from their kiss. “Now, go, sit while I make you breakfast!” Shannon practically scampered off to the living room.

  Jackie smiled as she turned back to her task. She had to admit she had been nervous for this morning. She didn’t see Shannon as a one-night stand and desperately didn’t want her to regret their night. Thought she was fairly certain that Shannon felt the same way, she was hoping that a home-made breakfast would clinch the deal. She was fairly positive that the combination of her cello playing and chocolate-chip, banana pancakes made most of her romantic conquests putty in her hands. Although, Shannon was not like the rest.

  Jackie neatly stacked three pancakes on a plate and grabbed two forks out of the drawer. She bumped her hip against the silverware drawer to shut it, before walking into the living room, humming her part of the duet.

  “Shannon?” Jackie called, when she realized the blonde wasn’t in the living room like she thought.

  “Up here!” came Shannon’s voice from the lofted balcony.

  Jackie cocked her head as she watched Shannon take a few CDs from her bookshelf collection and frown. She took the stairs two by two, anxious to see what Shannon had uncovered.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, when she saw that Shannon had taken out most of her CDs and rearranged them on the floor in different piles.

  “I’m figuring you out. You can tell a lot by someone’s CD collection.”

  Jackie cocked and eyebrow and set the plate of pancakes down on the floor. “And what have you discovered about me?”

  “Well, you have a wide variety of musical styles here, which shows you have an open mind. You have a fantastic and varied jazz collection, showing both your sensitive and sensuous side. The alternative rock and pop music you have is fun and shows you can appreciate different music forms. There’s a large abundance of musical theater, which I won’t judge you for, considering your impeccable taste in and impressive range of classical music, for lack of a better label. Your Salsa and Merengue CDs prove that you’re still connected to and proud of your Latin roots. And I’m hoping that it means you’re also a good dancer.” Shannon paused her speech to wink at Jackie, before gesturing to a third pile. “You have approximately ten versions of Bach’s Cello Suites and eight Yo-Yo Ma albums, a wholly unnecessary amount of his CDs for anyone to have, cellist or no cellist, so I’m assuming that they were given to you by friends and family members who either don’t know much about music or thought it would be a funny gag gift. And it’s nice to know you have friends outside the music world – it means you’re well grounded.”

  “How do you know I don’t just love the Bach Cello Suites?”

  “I’m going to venture a gu
ess that you’ve played all six of them at least 100 times in your lifetime and are completely sick of them. Plus, considering four of these CDs still have the plastic wrapping on them, I don’t think you listen to them very much, do you?”

  Jackie laughed and shook her head. “Good sleuthing there, McClintock. Now come on, let’s eat. I slaved away over the hot stove all morning and you need to appreciate the fruits of my labor.”

  “Not quite yet. There’s one more pile that I just can’t quite understand. I’m going to hope that it is your guilty pleasures collection.”

  Jackie balked playfully. “I believe that if it’s a pleasure, by definition you can’t be guilty for it.”

  Shannon smirked and held up Ricky Martin’s original self-titled album. “Ricky Martin?”

  “Hey, just minutes ago you were praising my continued connection to my Latin roots!”

  “Fine. Metallica?”

  “Great for working out when angry.”

  “Every Spice Girls album ever made, including the Greatest Hits CD?”

  “Oh come on! The Spice Girls are classic! And fun! Haven’t you ever had a girl’s night where you discover that you all still know every word?”

  Shannon laughed in acknowledgment. “Yeah I’ve had my fair share of those nights. Okay, last one. Barry Manilow?”

  “Okay, I might be a little guilty about that one,” Jackie conceded.

  “Okay, good! Now we can eat!”

  “You’re not going to put my CDs back in the careful order you found them?”