The Pianoplayer: A lesbian love story

by Rosalie Sommer

  Meanwhile, her recovery progressed well, so it did not take long before she was allowed to leave the clinic with her left arm still wrapped in a protective plaster cast and a plaster plaster on her head. Although her foot was still a little sore, she was happy to be able to leave the hospital. At home she felt much better immediately, in her own house with the wonderful view of the lake and in her familiar surroundings.

  Roswitha had been kind enough to drive them. After taking Adolé's small clinic suitcase up to the bedroom, she offered to help, but Adolé declined with thanks. She was looking forward to finally being alone again and finding the opportunity to think about everything in peace. The bonus was this unique view, which she had exclusively for herself from her terrace.

  "You can't even move properly with one arm in a cast. Shouldn't I stay and help you?

  "You've done enough for me already. This whole stay here on the island wasn't planned. "I've already messed up your appointments. Just give me a few days of peace and quiet before my life gets back to normal. Go, take care of your other protégés. I'll be fine." Adolé knew, as always, she had to be convincing, otherwise Roswitha would not let up.

  But she just didn't feel like company, as a grown woman she needed her independence and was looking forward to the next few days when she could finally be on her own again - without nurses, without doctors and without a manager. She would manage that.

  So Roswitha finally gave up after another request and was content with her role as a worried agent from afar. In the afternoon she finally said goodbye and drove back to Hamburg, where she continued her business. Adolé was glad when the car disappeared behind the hill and the door behind her fell into the lock. Finally silence!

  26.

  She enjoyed the time all to herself. That was very special. Usually she was always surrounded by someone - mostly musicians, her band, her dancers, lyricists, composers, sometimes even bodyguards, audience, fans or anyone else who wanted something from her. When she wasn't in the studio, she was on a promotion tour for a new album, a new tour or any other project that needed to be made known. There were always directors, cameramen, journalists or just people around her, always she had to bow to their wishes and expectations.

  The smallest form of freedom was Roswitha. She was already satisfied if it was only Roswitha who swarmed around her, she had known her for years and trusted her. She knew that she had only her best in mind, and yet she was happy when she too left her alone and she could simply be for herself. This was a happiness she hardly knew and which was hardly compatible with her normal everyday life, because there was always something up, something to be discussed, decided or planned.

  This time of convalescence was all the more beautiful, even if her arm, which had been decontaminated in the meantime, showed signs of decontamination every now and then, which seemed to heal well, but occasionally capriciously allowed itself to produce pain.

  But she was okay with it. If only that was all.

  She had gotten up early that morning and was just about to make herself a coffee when she heard her mobile phone beeping again from a distance.

  When looking at the display of her mobile phone she suddenly stopped. Michelle! This time by text. What the hell was that all about? It was a surprise, since she had left her alone for the last few days. Disgruntled, Adolé dropped herself on the armchair and called up the message announced by the beeping.

  "How are you? I need to talk to you. Can I see you?"

  "Wow!" it went through Adolé's head sarcastically. "That's almost talkative for her." She raised an annoyed eyebrow and smiled bitterly into herself. She had a lot of nerve to come back to her after all this!

  Without thinking about it any further, she typed a few words into her mobile phone and sent the message. "There's nothing to talk about." The rejection felt good. Finally clear conditions! She didn't let any pianist pressure her or play her out. If she had dedicated herself to the joint project from the beginning in the way one would expect an adult to do, many of the problems they now had would not have arisen at all.

  In general, Adolé still did not feel quite well and thus not up to the consequences of this failed project. She didn't want to deal with it now either. It was just too early for problems and too late for Michelle. She had had her chance, but preferred to behave infantile and immature. Even though they had become closer, it didn't seem to have had any positive effect on her. Worse, she had only used Adolé and her feelings. A horrible feeling of emptiness and pain was spreading through Adolé.

  She switched off the phone and resignedly placed it on her living room table. With her coffee and a book in one hand and two cuddly blankets in the other, she then sat down on her terrace, sighing and trying to distract herself.

  It had all been a bit much lately. Too much. When she couldn't concentrate on the book as usual, she put it aside and finally let her tears fall after a long time. The tears should wash all sadness and disappointment out of her system. They should also take away every memory of Michelle and the beautiful, warm, familiar feeling that this woman had caused in addition to all the trouble in Adolé. As beautiful as this one night together had been, as much Michelle had hurt her when she had simply disappeared without a word afterwards.

  And now that she wouldn't leave them alone...

  What was she thinking?

  27.

  More days passed in a flash. The autumn wind played with the rustling grass around Adolé's house, and the cloud formations painted ever new patterns in the sky. After the setback on the terrace, after Michelle had called again, Adolé had himself under control again. Although her thoughts kept slipping to Michelle from time to time, Adolé blamed it on the fact that she still couldn't get her mind off it because she didn't have a plausible explanation for everything. She simply did not understand.

  It was always easier for her to accept a decision - any decision - if she had a reasonable explanation for it, something she could understand. That wasn't the case here at all, which is why she caught herself thinking here and there and wanted to solve the mystery.

  In the end, however, and she knew this, she would have to accept the facts and live with the fact that her affection for Michelle had not met with the response she wanted. Period! So there was no point in continuing to struggle with it. Adolé therefore decided to devote herself to more constructive things, such as her career, which promised both a healthy amount of distraction and a revival of her business, which she now had to stay away from unintentionally for a long time.

  So she would leave soon and concentrate again on the essentials as a musician and show star. Just when she had made this decision, there was a timid and barely audible knocking at her door. This was unusual, because guests first had to pass through the iron gate that blocked the entrance to her house long before it was even visible, to get to her. But the doorbell had not rung, she had not opened it for anyone. So it could only be someone she knew and who knew his way around the property, even if she was not expecting him. Maybe it was Roswitha who wanted to surprise her.

  Quite surprised but relaxed she went to the front door to open it and fell out of the clouds when suddenly Michelle stood in front of her. Stunned, Adolé took a breath of air to let her surprise and anger run free, but Michelle tried to beat her to the punch.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you like this...", she started to explain and raised her hand in a calming manner, but Adolé did not accept these attempts at calming down. They bounced off her without effect.

  She held firm. She didn't feel like visiting, much less talking. "What's the point? How dare you?! How dare you come onto my property like that. I didn't invite you here. And how did you get past my front gate down the street? The words of the prosecution were gushing out of her. Adolé, in all her manageable size, courageously stood up in front of Michelle, still holding the door with one hand, thus blocking Michelle's access to her house. Her face was serious, her eyes narrowed into slits, her body tense. She was determined t
o do everything, especially to defend her own private realm and protect it from uninvited intruders like Michelle. This was not to sully her with memories, so Adolé continued to stand broad-legged in the door frame of the front door, making herself invincible.

  What a nerve! Finally, she could get rid of all her pent-up emotions in a targeted manner. "Please let me explain. ", Michelle rather sheepishly started to explain and made no attempt to leave the entrance area despite all the resistance she encountered. "No, Michelle! Are you hard of hearing?! What's the point of this? Just go," Adolé reigned over her, ignoring the pleading look Michelle gave her.

  "That's the limit! What is she doing here anyway?!! “. Adolé's mind was filled with thoughts and her indignation formed a wave of anger that then swept over Michelle and her unannounced presence.

  When Michelle wanted to put a hand on her arm, still stretched out towards the door frame, to appease her, Adolé felt too much pressure for a brief moment and overreacted reflexively. A short scuffle ensued. Adolé tried to fend off Michelle's touch with a somewhat too violent blow and then to escape the situation with a quick turn. Michelle, on the other hand, skilfully avoided the blow and checkmated Adolé by holding her arm, which she somehow managed to grab - fortunately the right one, which was not exactly broken - and turning it on its back. Michelle held the other arm comparatively loosely on her wrist, so that Adolé was completely incapacitated.

  So for a few seconds both stood firmly embraced opposite each other in the entrance to Adolé's house. Their breasts touched, Michelle's arms were tightly wrapped around Adolé. But Adolé could hardly calm her down, despite or perhaps because of the restriction in her freedom of movement, and began to try to escape this embarrassing spectacle by screaming and squirming. This hurt, especially in her left, bruised arm, but the adrenaline that her rage had meanwhile produced made her hardly notice the pain. Amazingly, Michelle was able to withstand Adolé's angry twists and attempts to free her again and again.

  That made Adolé even more upset. She let her angry emotions run wild. "Michelle! This has gone too far. Let go of me!"

  "Not until you let me talk to you!" the Frenchwoman returned rigorously.

  "There's nothing to talk about. It's all said. You had your chance. I told you everything that mattered the other night, that's all I have to add to it!"

  "But I have something else to tell you which you didn't give me the opportunity to say that night."

  "Excuse me, please," Adolé replied sarcastically, still in the forced grip of the Frenchwoman, "but I was not in the mood. I'm not interested anymore. Besides: I was busy!"

  Again, Adolé struggled wildly to free himself from this predicament, but the somewhat smaller Michelle gave her all to hold Adolé as tightly as possible.

  So they were constantly touching each other and confronting each other again and again, a situation that Adolé had longed for just a few weeks ago. Now she found this closeness irritating, especially since she noticed that something was happening inside her despite all her foaming anger.

  It was a mystery to her where Michelle took this almost unexpected power from. She didn't consider herself so powerless, but she had no chance to get out of this situation.

  Michelle obviously wanted to use these moments of reason. "Amazing how well you're doing again, considering you were just lying on the side of the road half dead...", Michelle muttered and Adolé thought she couldn't believe her ears. "What are you saying?", she drove at Michelle in surprise, but she didn't engage in any discussion and didn't repeat what she said.

  "What did you mean by that?!" Adolé followed up anyway. "Oh, nothing." Michelle replied briefly and concentrated on holding her opponent. Now she wasn't even taken seriously anymore. Adolé was furious!

  "Damn it!!! Don't ignore me again! I asked you what you just said??!" she repeated her question and this time Michelle actually answered. She screamed back angrily: "I just said that I am amazed how well you are doing again and that I am surprised that you have the strength to practice wrestling with me here. After all, it was you who just a few weeks ago was covered in blood and lying half dead in a ditch! Now it was Michelle, who screamed her emotions and disappointment from her soul.

  She closed her eyes and apparently let the moment of desperation pass before her mind's eye once again. Although Adolé was astonished at what she had just experienced, she found this moment of weakness, in which her opponent was apparently concentrating on something else than a good opportunity to escape her predicament, and began to resist anew. But Michelle came to her senses in time and once again held Adolé mercilessly.

  "Just stop it already! Just listen to me for a second! I just want to talk!" Michelle's brief disorientation was over, her words were once again focused and appropriately directed at Adolé and her cause.

  Adolé's resistance began to crumble. Michelle continued to hold her in her tight embrace, unimpressed. Even though both of them were still deeply angry, they were still facing each other and unintentionally touching each other on more body parts than they wanted to. Somehow each held on to the other.

  So for seconds they stood close together, eye to eye, chest to chest, cheek to cheek, both dishevelled, excited and wheezing from the physical exertion. This closeness beguiled Adolé even more than she had just wished for. Although she had not yet completely abandoned her thoughts of escape, she took advantage of this opportunity of calm and intimacy and unnoticed Michelle's irresistible scent. She closed her eyes. Memories rose in her.

  Her muscles relaxed slowly. She gave up. She laid her head on Michelle's shoulder and gave the final sign that she would not fight back anymore.

  "Please forgive me, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't mean to hurt you. "Michelle whispered the words, still pressed tightly against Adolé. Carefully Michelle released Adolé more and more from her clasp, which did not move a bit, her romantic feelings gained more and more of an upper hand through this unexpected intimacy. She liked this closeness more than she had hoped for.

  For a while they stood like this, pressed close together, both undecided what to do. Michelle kept her head leaning against Adolé and still held her arms loosely together on her back. Adolé felt the opportunity to finally escape this situation and to throw Michelle off the property for good. But she could not go on. Her resistance had vanished into thin air. On the contrary, when Adolé noticed Michelle carefully pulling her arms back, she held her hands without a word and pushed her head closer to Michelle. Michelle's hair smelled so seductive. Her cheeks touched intensely and Adolé took the opportunity to cover Michelle's ear with a tender kiss.

  Adolé heard the slight sigh, closed his eyes, released Michelle's hands and, without explanation, went into an intimate embrace that Michelle immediately responded. They held each other tightly in their arms. Adolé felt their hearts beating violently.

  After a short while she opened her eyes and slowly pulled her head back until both could look deeply into each other's eyes. Adolé whispered softly. "What are you doing? Who's going to understand all this?" Michelle wanted to say something, but Adolé, with a brief shake of her head and a loving look, told her that it was not necessary.

  The intimate look was followed by an intimate kiss, at first cautiously approaching, then more and more demanding. Their lips touched, then their tongues met. Their hands slid over each other's bodies. Adolé felt Michelle's breasts even closer to hers in this close embrace and enjoyed this familiarity. Adolé escaped a breathless sigh of exhilaration, though she could not easily forget Michelle's strange behavior.

  Her thoughts took the powerless approach of looking for an explanation for all this, but Adolé put aside any impulse for conscious thought and devoted himself entirely to the moment. Who could possibly understand this unpredictable woman? Completely unexpectedly she suddenly had the woman of her life in her arms after all. Although two seconds ago she was completely beside herself with indignation and rage, now all her resistance had evaporated, like a balloo
n filled with helium hitting a cactus. She knew she wanted this, she wanted Michelle and at some point she wanted an explanation. But first of all she wanted Michelle, now, her body, her closeness and her passion.

  She threw all her concerns overboard without further internal discussion. Without further explanation, she pushed Michelle into her hallway, kissing her, and with one foot behind her back she slammed the front door with a swinging motion, and with a breathless word she informed Michelle of her spontaneously decided plan: "Bedroom! “

  28.

  They lay intertwined on the bed. Little by little, one garment after another fell victim to their passion. They kissed intimately, rubbed each other, let their tongues and lips explore every part of the body. Adolé enjoyed the coolness of the goose bumps as well as the heat that the tender love bites Michelle gave her triggered in her. Adolé savored every touch, every caress, let herself fall and took everything Michelle was willing to give her.

  The lovemaking continued, free from all constraints, breathlessly pampering each other with what they had never given to another person before - boundless trust, unreserved intimacy and unbridled devotion.