Piano Lessons

by Harper Bliss

  “I’m sure she’d like that.” There’s no urgency in Jill’s voice and she doesn’t stop tracing her fingertip over my skin, meandering a bit higher up now, toward the curve of my breast.

  Because of Jill’s determined calmness, I don’t move. I just lie there, her eyes roaming across my naked flesh, her finger dangerously close to my left nipple. And I feel that tug again, that desire for her fingers inside of me. As of now, every time she plays something for me on the piano, I will always think of her fingers inside of me.

  And I realize that, during this late afternoon, I’ve fallen in love with her a little bit. The seeds of infatuation sit at the ready in the pit of my stomach. It’s her infinite kindness that does it more than anything. And how she looked at me while her fingers spread Charlotte so wide. Because Jill is what connects me to Charlotte—that one degree of separation—I can’t be as equally fond of Charlotte. Jill made this happen. She enquired about Amber, invited me up, and let Charlotte do her thing.

  But this is not a jealous sort of infatuation. I have no desire to come between them, or to nestle myself into their bed on a more permanent basis—although I wouldn’t be entirely opposed to the occasional repeat performance. I revel in this feeling shooting through me, in the knowledge that this wasn’t mere carnal pleasure. It’s friendship taken to a higher, kinkier level. Not just fingers in openings and endless climaxes.

  Because of that, because of how I can luxuriate in Jill’s solo touch guilt-free, I let my body surrender once more as her finger draws smaller circles around my nipple, until it reaches all the way up, and my pussy lips throb again as though they haven’t been touched in ages. I revel when her lips close around my nipple, the furthest one removed from her, so I feel her own nipples pressing into my side.

  “Would you like me to fuck you again, Ruby?” Jill says after she lets go. She doesn’t wait for my reply. Her finger is already on its way down, making my skin tremble again, and my pussy wet for her. I can hardly protest. All I want is her fingers inside of me again. And, perhaps, if I’m so lucky, her tongue on my clit.

  Her tongue is still busy with my nipple. She laps gently. This moment is far removed from the earlier frenzy we found ourselves in. It’s more sedate, perhaps more thoughtful.

  “Wait for me,” I hear Charlotte say. Totally naked, she leans against the bedroom’s doorframe, no obvious signs of envy displayed on her face.

  Jill looks up at her partner. “We have all night. I don’t think Ruby has any other plans.”

  I don’t? I guess not. What better way to spend a Saturday night. I also like how Jill makes the decision for me.

  Charlotte stands there in silence for a few seconds, nods, and straightens her posture. “Okay,” she says, sends us both a quick wink, and leaves me alone in their bedroom with Jill. Such enlightenment, I think, but not for long, because Jill is tugging at my nipple with her teeth now, and I’m starting to be completely beside myself again. Now that it’s just Jill and me in bed, the level of intimacy changes immediately.

  “Is this”—I hesitate—“is this okay?”

  “It’s fine, Ruby.” The look Jill sends me leaves no room for doubt. “As long as this is still what you want.” She tilts her head a little bit, but there’s nothing quizzical about her expression. She knows how much I want this by now. She bends over and finds my ear. “Charlotte and I have been together a long time. We have arrangements in place. Nothing for you to worry about.”

  For a split second, the thought of Amber fucking someone in our bedroom while I casually lounge in the living room runs through my head. I can only catalogue it as complete madness, but perhaps this sort of freedom, this setting of looser boundaries, comes with age. And anyway, Amber is gone. Jill is very much present, her finger trailing across my belly again, her breath on my neck.

  “Do you mind if I turn you over?” she whispers, and I need to take a moment to let her question sink in. Because of how gently she roused me from sleep with the slow caress of her finger, I believed this was going to be a slow, luxurious fuck, Jill gazing deep into my eyes. But apparently she has other things in mind.

  “Not if you kiss me first,” I reply, my blood beating heavily in my veins. And then she does. She stares into my eyes for a few seconds, and it’s that look that will make me do anything for her, even surrender my backside—not something I have done often, or very successfully, in the past.

  When she kisses me, my body relaxes. If she’d asked me earlier, I’m not sure I would have declined the offer, but I would never have been so quick to agree. In the space of a few hours, Jill and Charlotte have given me so much pleasure, have reset a part of my brain in dire need of it—have given me a clean slate. In this bed, under her touch, I’m re-inventing myself as well. If my piano teacher wants my ass, she’ll get it.

  Jill’s tongue probes deep into my mouth—a lover’s kiss. And in that moment, I am her lover. There’s only the two of us in that bed and in that room. Charlotte’s spirit lingers, but she’s not part of this. Although, in a faraway corner of my brain, the thought rises that, if she were watching, it would probably arouse me even more. Maybe next time.

  “Turn around,” Jill commands when we break from the kiss. She uses her stern teacher’s voice, the one I’ve hardly ever encountered. She tried it in our first few classes a couple of times, but I could always tell she wasn’t that kind of teacher. The kindness in her eyes always betrayed her, and I soon found out she was just gauging me, trying to find out to which teaching methods I responded best.

  I’m responding now, though. She unglues her body from mine to give me room to flip onto my belly.

  “Relax.” Jill’s hand is in my hair, then on my still-straining neck. I take the hint and let my head fall into the pillow—is it hers or Charlotte’s? “Good girl.” Her words heat up my blood even more, but it might also be the lone finger Jill traces down my spine. She paints an intricate pattern on my butt cheeks, raising all the hairs she comes across in her finger’s journey. Then, her finger slides down my side, her entire hand nestling itself underneath my belly, while I feel her lips touch down on my bum. She kisses me gently first, but soon her teeth scrape along my skin, and the fingers under my belly make an upward motion.

  “Lift up your ass,” she says, and to hear her say ‘ass’ is like hearing a magical word that sparks more fireworks in my blood. I drag myself to my knees, my face still buried in the pillow, my position reminiscent of the one just before I fell asleep, when I was licking Jill and Charlotte stroked me to another orgasm. The memory of being caught between them fires me up more.

  If only I could see, I think, how Jill is shuffling to that spot behind me, positioning herself between my spread legs, my ass—and the rest of me—ready for her. But I only hear, and I can only imagine, and feel, of course, how her lips reconnect with the delicate skin there. She kisses a path down while two of her fingers rub along my cunt. My lips are swollen from all the action earlier, but the nap has done me a world of good. Fresh energy fizzes through my flesh as Jill’s kisses travel inward, her tongue flicking along the upmost tip of my crack.

  Oh jesus, she’s really going to do this. Her tongue is hot and wet as it dips lower and traces a moist line along my hole. I react instantly, my muscles contracting, my clit throbbing wildly. Jill pushes her fingers up to my clit, encircling it, revving up my engine. Her tongue doesn’t wait, as she laps it up and down my crack, spreading moisture and blissful heat. Then, the tip of her tongue enters me, and a bolt of lightning races up my spine. My thighs are starting to tremble, my body losing control already. The circles around my clit tighten and I feel the tip of her thumb on my pussy lips, slipping through the wetness there. Jill is all over me, and all I see is darkness, until the stars unveil themselves again. Her tongue is stiff as it penetrates deeper and sets something off in me that has remained untouched until now.

  On the back of my eyelids, I can clearly see Jill’s long fingers and how they zone in on my swollen clit, her strong
thumb rubbing my entrance, adding tension there. Her tongue flicks in and out and I want to come, but I also want more. I’m lubricated enough everywhere. I want one of her fingers.

  I slide onto my forehead, looking at her between my legs. She senses my shift in posture and finds my eyes.

  “More,” I whimper.

  All she gives me is a slight nod but I know she has understood. Before I let my head sink into the pillow again, I catch a last glimpse of Jill’s fingers and in the pit of my stomach, something turns to liquid. First, Jill slides two fingers into my pulsing cunt, deep and high, just like Charlotte did earlier. But Jill’s fingers feel different, perhaps because I’ve observed them flying over the piano keys so many times, they hold a different meaning, bring a higher degree of intimacy. But nothing is more intimate than the finger of her other hand pressing at my other entrance, negotiating access. The tip slips in easily, but spreads me wide nonetheless. It’s an altogether new sensation, but I got what I wanted. Jill’s fingers everywhere. She finds a slow rhythm, in between my pussy lips, gently, ever so slowly, out from between my butt cheeks.

  Deep inside of me, the fire ignites. The sparks have been glowing for a while, but now the flames are alive. I feel them burn through my stomach, licking at my flesh.

  My poor clit feels neglected though—and, again, I wish Charlotte were here—so I shift on one shoulder, finding my balance again, and bring one hand between my legs. I only need to touch a finger to my clit a few times to send myself over that edge again, my mind free-falling, my body controlled by Jill’s fingers—like a puppet controlled by strings. Another climax roars through me, this one quite different from the previous ones because of the interconnectedness of most of my erogenous zones, and Jill’s finger probing into my most intimate opening.

  White heat in my brain and a new awareness in my body. Stars exploding on the back of my eyelids and the image of Jill’s fingers imprinted in my brain forever. Spent, I sink down, pushing Jill’s fingers out of my cunt and ass in the process. What the hell did she do to me? I wonder, as our bodies lose contact for a brief moment.

  Then, she glues herself to me, her lips finding my ears again. “You’re magnificent, Ruby,” she whispers. “Jesus christ.”

  We lie there for a while, Jill on top of me—how fitting—until my breath comes slower again, and the last tingle has disappeared from my muscles. Will she tell Charlotte about this later? Will they get aroused at the memory of me in their bed? Am I really spending the night here?

  When Jill slips off me and I turn around, I feel like a different person. As though what she just did to me, altered me somehow. When I leave Mrs. Banks’s house later, it will not be as the same Ruby Cliff who entered. Not because of Amber, and how they wanted to take my mind off her, but because of what they’ve given me. Because of how, when they let me step into their bed, they allowed me to step out of my tortured, one-track mind. On top of that, the passion I shared with these two women, tells me—once and for all—that what Amber and I had between us, was never enough to go the distance. Not if my piano teacher can make me feel like this.

  “Are you okay?” Jill asks, caressing my cheek with the back of her hand.

  “I’m not sure okay is the right word.” I giggle and shuffle closer toward her because I can’t get enough of her warmth. “But definitely much better than before our lesson.”

  “I’m glad.” I can’t believe this same, sweet person, just minutes ago, claimed my ass. On the pillow, she brings her face closer to mine and presses a kiss on the tip of my nose. “How about a nice hot bath?”

  “That would be lovely.” As appealing as it sounds, I want to stay in bed with Jill a little while longer though. But then there’s a knock on the open door and Charlotte appears in the doorframe. How long has she been there? Was she watching all this time? The thought sparks up a fresh pulse in my clit, reverberating all the way to my rear entrance.

  “Hey.” Charlotte’s voice is soft. “Shall I order pizza?”

  The question sounds so extremely silly to me in that moment, I burst out into a chuckle. This sudden display of domesticity sucks a good part of the sexual energy straight from the room. Will we all be hunched around the TV in thirty minutes, munching pepperoni?

  “What do you say?” Jill looks at me expectantly. I can leave at any moment, but I get the distinct impression neither one of them wants me to.

  “Pepperoni for me, please.”

  “I ran you a bath, Ruby,” Charlotte says, leaving me with the idea that this is a well-practiced Saturday evening routine of theirs. “Hop in now and the pizza will be here when you come out.”

  I can’t help but shake my head. “Thanks,” I say, as I start to slip out of their bed.

  A few instants later, when I sink into the spacious bath tub, my exhausted muscles thankful to be enveloped by hot water, I’m still chuckling at the strangeness of the situation, but mostly, I’m just happy because of how good I feel inside and, wordlessly, I thank Amber for urging me to take piano lessons.

  THE END

  About the author

  Harper Bliss is the author of the novel At the Water’s Edge, the French Kissing serial, the High Rise series, and several other lesbian erotica and romance titles. She is the co-founder of Ladylit Publishing, an independent press focusing on lesbian fiction. Harper lives on an outlying island in Hong Kong with her wife and, regrettably, zero pets.

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