Late Lessons 1

Sorry about being so short, but hell finals are next week! This is another series I am working on, and still plan on finishing the "Beautiful Dreamer" series as well...who knows...maybe Dante and Christian's lives may intercept....

I remember thinking "I should have taken the stairs" as I stood on the elevator awaiting my arrival to the 3rd floor of Symphonia Music Hall. The elevator seemed to move only as it knew: a slow creep. I was going to be late to my cello lesson with Professor Jules, and He would be very upset...luckily I left 10 minutes before my lesson started just to make sure I had enough time. With 4 minutes to go, the elevator stopped on the floor of my destination, and I took a step off. I had never been up here for a late lesson, and half the lights were already off, letting an unusual linger stand in their presence. I quickened my steps until I was standing outside Prof. Jules office door. My hand raised to knock, and I stopped myself. "I have to be professional this time. No slacking off", I reminded myself, although the idea of what he smells like or what he is wearing only made the steadying of my hand harder.

One quick breathe, followed by one quick knock. I heard the call to come in, and I answered with a turning of the knob. Walking in, he sat there, waiting for me, almost burning a hole through me. His eyes were neither happy, nor sad. They were a beautiful shade of green however, and my eyes traced his facial outline. Eyebrows perfect, complexion a little pale, but perfect on him. A strong jaw outline covered in stuble with a cleft in the chin, one small enough that you'd have to be looking very hard to see. He was dressed casually as always, with a shirt form fitting to his chisled body and pants to match. He even wore matching shoes and belt. How could he not be gay? But alas, he was recently engaged to a beautiful woman named Diana. They fit so well together, you could just tell that they were that missing puzzle piece most people never find in one lifetime.

"Christian? Christian? You can completely come in my office if you like...you're looking awfully purple."

I felt myself become very embarrassed as I then realized that I only made it 3 steps into his office before examining him, and I also forgot to breathe the whole time. My purple quickly faded to 4 different shades of pink.

"Sorry Prof. Jules..." I looked immediately at the ground. I never could look him straight in the eye. As I made eye contact with the ground, the corner of my eye caught someone in the corner. It was in fact his wife, Diana. We said hello, and I began started to begin my lesson. She sat quietly in the corner while he instructed me, grabbing my right hand with his and correcting my bow hand. I didn't mean to mess these simple things up, but everytime he touched me I just began to day dream and would melt. His hands were hard but so smooth all at once. I tried to catch his sent, but eluded me today. Diana excused herself for the night, and left home early. As she left in calm, the lesson became intense.

Professor Jules was getting very angry and upset with me, mainly on posture, and he kept putting his hand on my lower stomach and back and pushing them to make me straighten up. I just "wasn't getting it" and so he sat on the bench with me. We both just stratled it, and I could feel him slowly pushing himself forward until his crotch was connected to the top of my ass. He leaned into me, grabbing both my hands, and I just gave under his control. He leaned into me, and I could feel his breathe on the back of my ear. He held my hands and he began to play. We swayed together, our bodies one. I could fill him panting heavily and I stopped us. We sat in silence listening to his breathing, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I needed this, I deserved this. I slid our hands up and wrapped it behind his head to bring our faces closer together, his stuble scratching my most recently shaven face.

This man was pure sexyiness. He let our hands disconnect, and slowly moved his hand down my body...first my cheek, then placed one finger in mouth long enough to moisten it for him. He then let it make it's way into my cut-off sleeved shirt, and started slowly circling my nipple with my own saliva. With a mixture of that and the passionate kisses on my neck, I arched my back automatically and began to moan louder and louder, rocking my lower body into his lower body. I could feel him pulsating in his jeans, and I took my free hand and reached behind to give it some attention.

Now we were there, in completely tangled loops, him giving my neck and nipple attention, me giving his pulsating cock the attention it deserved, the cello resting on me. I turned my head to the right still breathing heavily and faced him. We leaned forward to one another, and just as our lips were about to meet, a knock came on the door....