Opus OneChapter 11 Andante
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"Those are some big speakers!" Sandra exclaimed, as they entered the recording control room.
Richard grinned. "So size does matter then?" he asked suggestively.
Emily and Sandra just gave him a look before peering through the window to the concert hall. A cellist was practicing with a pianist.
"Wow, the view is really good from up here!" Emily said.
"Yeah. It sounds good, too," Richard said. He flipped on the power amplifiers and then brought up the faders for the hall microphones. The cello and piano music streamed into the room.
Richard gestured for Sandra to sit in the sweet spot in front of the mixer.
"Close your eyes," he said gently, his hands gently massaging her shoulders.
After a moment, Sandra said "Mm, that feels good."
Richard pulled his hands away abruptly. "You're supposed to be listening!"
Sandra turned and gave him a little pout, but Richard just pointed to the speakers with a stern look.
Sandra listened for a while. "You can hear every detail of the cello playing," she said at last. "It's really rich."
"Box seat view, front row sound, as Dave likes to say," Richard offered.
Emily took a turn in the seat. "Can we watch concerts from up here from now on?" she asked, after listening to the music.
Richard chuckled. "If I'm recording, maybe. Dave probably wouldn't mind. As long as you don't distract me from my job."
"Oh, we would never do that," Emily said innocently, sidling up to him.
Richard looked at her levelly. "Right..."
"Are these the tapes where you found your teacher's concert?" Sandra called from the anteroom.
"Yeah."
Emily and Richard joined her in front of the stacks of tapes. They scanned the spines, every now and then pointing out a famous name.
"Hey, look, here's a recital by my teacher!" Sandra said.
"Want to take a listen?" Richard asked.
"Sure!"
Richard pulled the DAT tape from the shelf and brought it to the machine in the control room. He handed the J-card to Sandra, and she scanned over the program printed on it.
"Ooh, go to track eight!" she suddenly exclaimed.
Richard skipped forward on the DAT, and then turned up the volume on the mixer as the music began. Richard recognized it as the piece he had tried to accompany Sandra on when Allison had listened to them play.
Sandra sighed as her teacher made the first entrance sound so easy. "I wish I could do that..."
"Beautiful voice," Emily said quietly.
"Mm hmm," Sandra concurred.
When the piece finished, Sandra turned to Richard. "This is amazing, Richard. It's like being right there!"
"I know," Richard said. "It's cool to have access to all these tapes. Do you want to hear more?"
"Not now. I want to go play Emily's piece."
"Okay." Richard rewound the tape.
"Good evening," Dave said, startling the trio. He was grinning at them.
"Oh, hey Dave! Do you need to use the room?" Richard asked as he carefully replaced the tape in its case.
"No, no, I was just on my way home. I thought I'd see how your guests like the control room."
"Very neat," Emily said.
"Oh, Dave," Richard said suddenly, "this is Emily ... and Sandra."
"Nice to meet you," Dave said, nodding. "Have you played them the CD I lent you?" he asked Richard.
"No, I haven't yet," Richard said. He dug through his bag and pulled it out.
Dave loaded it in the player. "There are some great stories about this CD," he said, as he brought the volume up.
"The 1812 overture?" Emily said, recognizing the opening theme.
"Yeah. It's one of the CDs people use to 'test' their high-end sound systems," Dave said. He pulled the grille off one of the speakers.
"Why?" Sandra asked.
Dave fast-forwarded into the CD some, and then let it play. "The cannons," he said simply, and pointed to the speakers.
As the music reached the final climax, the cannons started going off. Sandra instinctively reached for her ears. Richard watched as the speaker cones stretched to accommodate the sharp transient and ensuing low frequencies. The whole room shook from the blasts. Richard noticed everyone bracing themselves against the onslaught of artillery.
Dave turned down the volume as the final chords sounded.
"Damn!" Emily exclaimed. "That was a little loud."
Dave laughed. "Yeah."
"Did you see the speakers moving?" Richard asked.
"Is that bad for them?" Sandra asked.
Dave shook his head. "Not unless they get damaged. That's about as loud as I'd go, though."
"What happens if you turn it up more, besides making us deaf?" Emily asked.
"Funny you should ask," Dave said, grinning. "I was at a party once, a long time ago, and the host decided he wanted to show off his new stereo system in front of fifty people. He played this CD, and got a little ... overexcited with the volume."
"And?" Richard urged.
"And when he got to the cannons, it was interesting. The speakers took the first few without problem, but then the woofer ripped out of its frame. A few more hits and it stopped moving altogether."
"How embarrassing!" Sandra said.
"Yeah, a little. The CD does have a warning on it, see," Dave said, pointing. "The host was a little ... dismayed. But after the fact, we all had a good laugh about it."
"I saw this piece live once, in a park concert by the Hudson River," Richard said. "They had some of the cannons firing from a barge out in the river, and they had to fire those early since the sound would take a few seconds to get to the audience. It was pretty cool. Like a real battle."
"That must have been fun to see. Pieces with cannons in them don't get performed very much, I'd guess," Dave said. "Well, I need to get home. Nice meeting you both."
"See you around, Dave," Richard said.
"By the way..." Dave said, turning back to the girls, "we're always looking for people to help record concerts."
"Oh, I don't think so," Sandra said, pointing to the mixing board. "Just looking at that thing makes my head spin."
"You'd learn. If Richard can do it..." Dave gave Richard a wink.
The girls laughed.
"Thanks, Dave," Richard said.
"I better go before I get in trouble," Dave said, smiling mischievously. "Goodnight."
Dave slipped out of the room.
"He's pretty laid back," Emily observed.
"Yeah, I like him. He's easy to work with," Richard agreed.
"Well, should we go try this new piece out?" Sandra asked.
Emily put her horn to her lips, and blew the opening notes of the Serenade. The first section was a horn solo.
Richard watched closely as she sounded the notes, restarting a phrase a few times when she messed up. What was fascinating was that she never depressed the valves on the horn for the entire melody.
"Cool!" Sandra said, when Emily finished the call and took the horn from her lips.
"How do you play that without pressing the keys?" Richard asked.
"Well, Britten indicates that it should be played naturally, which means all harmonics."
Richard frowned.
"Here, listen," Emily said. She played a low note on the horn, and then by adjusting only her lips and breath, she changed pitches, ascending through the natural harmonics of the instrument.
"The high ones are close together and hard to hit cleanly," Emily said, raising a brow.
Richard nodded appreciatively. "Play the prologue again," he said.
Emily shrugged and raised the horn.
We need more space, Richard thought. Her horn playing was beautiful, but it filled the small practice room too quickly, pressing in on his ears. Unfortunately the large piano room was occupied. Richard suddenly remembered that the concert hall had gone dark as they were listening to the 1812 overture with Dave. Maybe...
"I'll be right back," Richard said, as Emily finished the prologue. Before the girls could question, he was walking down the hallway.
A quick peek into the hall showed that it was still dark. Richard looked around backstage and found the light board. A few tests of the switches gave nothing, but then one switch threw on a few stage lights. Richard grinned and ran excitedly back downstairs to the practice room.
"Bathroom break?" Emily asked.
"No, change of practice room."
"Is the big piano room open?" Sandra asked.
"Not quite," Richard said, gathering his music. "Let's go."
Emily shrugged and grabbed her music and case. They followed Richard upstairs and into the stage door.
"Oh, sweet!" Emily said. "No one is here?"
"Not for now," Richard said.
"Are we allowed to be here?" Sandra asked.
"I don't know. What's the worst that can happen?"
The three of them slipped through the gap in the curtain and onto the illuminated stage. The wooden floor glowed golden and their footsteps on it echoed into the dark and empty audience seating. It seemed like every sound was amplified as they set up stands and turned pages. Emily and Sandra stood facing Richard and the piano, rather than the audience.
"Now try the prologue," Richard said to Emily.
Much better! The horn filled the hall, bathing them in rich reverberation. It was a significant improvement over the claustrophobic tightness of the practice room.
Emily responded to the setting, and played a more sensitive rendition of the opening.
"Man, it's really hard to get that right on first reading," she said, staring at the music like it was a puzzle. "But let's move on," she finally said. "I don't want to be the only one playing all night."
"It sounds great, Em, especially for a first run," Richard said. Sandra agreed.
"Thanks," Emily said. "Pastoral, or another movement?"
"Let's just read through it, and see what's in here," Richard said. He stretched, and looked at Sandra. "Ready?"
She chuckled. "Um, sure..."
Richard began to play the opening chords of the Pastoral.
None of them noticed the figure slip into the concert hall and sit in the back corner.
The rehearsal ended with Emily playing the epilogue.
"You're supposed to be offstage for that part," Richard said, pointing to the score.
Emily looked at him levelly. "I'm not moving now. Next time."
Sandra yawned. "It feels late."
Richard checked his watch. "Damn, it is late! Eleven. We should go."
"This was really fun," Emily said sincerely, as she packed up her horn. "Much more fun than my ensemble class."
"We should do a recital and play this," Sandra said suddenly.
"I don't think we give recitals in our first two years. We just have juries," Richard said.
"Yeah, I know, but we could still do a joint recital," Sandra said. "Gwen gave a recital last year and she was just a sophomore."
Richard pursed his lips. "Hmm. We could each do one piece and then do the Serenade together."
Emily nodded thoughtfully. "It would be a lot of extra work though."
"Not so much," Sandra countered. "We have juries anyway. We can each do something from that. Richard can play one of his fancy pieces..."
"Fancy?"
" ... and you could play the Hindemith you are working on, and I could do some songs, and then we play the Serenade." Sandra was clearly excited about the idea.
"But Richard will have to learn the accompaniments for us. Plus the Serenade is no easy piece," Emily said.
"Do you think your teacher would let you work on accompaniments?" Sandra asked Richard.
"Um, I don't know. I do have some ensemble requirements but I don't know if this would count."
"Can you ask? I mean, if you even want to. I know you are really busy with your regular practicing. Oh, well, maybe it is a bad idea..." Sandra finished glumly, as she remembered Richard's situation with his technique.
"Hold on, hold on," Richard said. "I'd really love to do this."
"Really?" Sandra said, brightening.
"Yes, definitely. But, let's see how things go. It might mean we have to spend more time in the practice room than in the dorm room together."
"That's okay," Emily said.
"Will you ask your teachers then?" Sandra asked them.
Richard and Emily looked at each other, and then nodded. A big smile spread across Sandra's face.
Back in the dorm room, Sandra was walking on air.
"I'm trying not to get my hopes up," she said, although it was clear that it was too late for that.
"You really want to do this, huh?" Richard noted, as he sat in the desk chair.
"Can't you tell?" Emily said, smiling at Sandra.
"My two favorite things right now are hanging out with you two, and singing. Why wouldn't I want to do both together?" Sandra asked.
"Aw, isn't that sweet!" Emily teased.
"It's the truth," Sandra said simply.
Sandra got out a piece of paper and pencil, and wrote 'Richard, Emily and Sandra's Recital' across the top.
"What would you play on it, Richard?"
Richard laughed. "Didn't know we were having the programs printed tomorrow..."
"Trying not to get your hopes up, Sandra?" Emily said.
"I can't help it!" she admitted. "At least I can pin this on my board and look at it. It will keep us motivated."
"How long is the Serenade, anyway?" Richard asked.
The girls looked at each other and shrugged. Sandra pulled out the score and started skimming through it, humming parts. Between the three of them they figured it to be perhaps twenty-five minutes long, depending on the final tempi.
"So that's perfect, if we have three other things on the program," Sandra said.
"I'd probably play my Liszt piece, then," Richard said.
"That would be awesome!" Sandra exclaimed. "How long is it?"
"It runs about seventeen minutes," Richard said.
"So does the Hindemith," Emily said.
"Well, perfect! I'll do a few songs, and that will be it. Who goes first?"
For a few moments, they considered the options.
"How about you, Sandra," Emily said, "then me, and then Richard after intermission, and then the Serenade last."
"Good, that way I'd get a break between singing," Sandra agreed. She wrote down the program.
Richard couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm. Still, you have to start somewhere to plan a recital. Might as well be tonight.
"And also, Richard doesn't blow us all away right off the beginning," Emily added.
"What?" Richard exclaimed.
"If you are going to play the Liszt first, I wouldn't want to go right after that," Emily said matter-of-factly.
"I guess..."
Sandra passed the mockup program to Richard. He looked it over, and then laughed. "You know, Sandra, I don't think the programs that Wexford prints up have little flowers and smiley faces on them..."
"Don't give me a hard time! I'm too excited for that!" Sandra cried.
"And you're too cute not to tease right now," Richard replied with a grin.
He passed the program to Emily, who nodded in approval.
"Do you think we can do it?" Sandra asked.
"Yeah, if Mrs. T. lets me," Richard reminded her.
Sandra looked at Emily expectantly. "I'm going to be playing the Hindemith for juries anyway, so why not?" Emily said.
Sandra pinned the program up on her corkboard, and then gave Richard and Emily each a firm kiss. After turning off the room lights and switching to the dim corner lamp, she turned to them, and unbuttoned her shirt. "Get up," she commanded.
"Me?" Richard said, not moving.
"Both of you." The shirt slipped off her shoulders as Emily and Richard watched.
Sandra's shorts fell to the floor, and she stood expectantly before them in her black underwear and bra.
"Why are you both just sitting there smiling at me?" she asked.
"You're just too cute," Emily said, echoing Richard's earlier comment.
Sandra rolled her eyes and went to Richard. "Come on. Do I have to do everything tonight?"
Richard laughed richly. "Not so fast. Before I get out of this chair, it's my turn to watch."
"Your turn?" Sandra said, frowning at him. "What do you mean?"
Emily giggled in the background at Sandra's confusion.
"You two are always taking turns watching me," Richard said. "Now it's my turn."
His meaning dawned on Sandra, and her mouth fell open. "You mean, you want to watch Emily ... and me?"
Richard nodded with brow raised, a smile creeping across his face.
"Doing ... doing what?" Sandra said, voice quiet.
Richard just stared at her, unmoving. She knows, he thought to himself.
Emily, meanwhile, had moved behind Sandra, and was grinning at Richard. When she placed her hands on Sandra's bare back, Sandra jumped slightly.
"I don't know..." Sandra said.
"You don't want to?" Richard asked her gently.
"No, I do. I'm just shy."
"Shy? Why?"
"I've never done this before," Sandra said. She fluttered her eyelids as Emily ran her hands over the front of Sandra's bra cups.
"There's a first time for everything," Richard said quietly.
Sandra was already relenting under Emily's touch. She stood perfectly still with her arms at her sides, as Emily's hands traced down her tummy. Tingles exploded under her fingers, leaving a trail on her flesh.
"I don't know what to do," Sandra said weakly. She held her eyes closed, partly to avoid Richard's look, and partly in early ecstasy.
Emily's hands continued south along Sandra's smooth skin. Is she going to go all the way down and touch me? Right now?
Emily was moving so slowly ... Sandra started to tense up in anticipation. Just as her fingers crossed Sandra's bellybutton, pleasure suddenly exploded across her middle.
Richard, no fair! Sandra opened her eyes wide and looked at him.
"I'm sure you'll be all right," Richard said, grinning. "You are obviously very excited," he added, removing his hand.
Richard sat back again, and took in the sight before him. His arousal was tremendous, and nothing had really happened yet. All day he had been wondering if the kiss was just a tease, or if it was the beginning of a new facet to their relationship. He resisted the urge to join in any more, tempting as it was.
The moon was overhead when the first hint of eastern glow touched the horizon. Jupiter was close by, accompanying the hemicycle as it fled from the coming sun. Closer to the earth, strains of music tentatively began to sound; quiet hours were coming to an end. All around, the Wexford dormitory was stirring. The banal sounds of students trudging to the restroom to bathe were merged with the footfalls of early risers, who were already headed to the conservatory to find a better practice...
I stand on the edge of the horizon and I recognize her- the woman in the mask. She does not cry or mourn and she pretended not to notice me. It started a month ago and I just can’t seem to get it out of my mind. It was an echo of a rat-a-tat sound of falling rain on a tin roof, a cycle that seemed to repeat itself over and over again. I had been here before but I had a feeling that once I left- I would never, ever, return. The phone rang and I answered it- even then I could tell she was...
Irina Tertychnaya mostly thought in English now. She wasn't sure when the change had happened. She found it amusing that in the twenty years or so that she had been at the Wexford Conservatory, she had changed her internal language, and yet her accent was as thick as the day she first stepped foot through the glass doors of the school. Marrying an American artist probably helped the change; she no longer spoke Russian other than the occasional chat with Yuri, the principle bassoonist of the...
Seven-thirty came too soon. Richard fumbled for his alarm, at last silencing the wretched noise. He was about to doze off when he remembered the morning plans, so he sat up quickly before he lost the battle with the snooze button. Jer wasn't in his bed. Weird. He doesn't seem like the early rising type, Richard thought. Bathroom? After Richard showered and put on some clothes, Jer hadn't returned, so Richard just left a note saying that he had to take off. Richard hurried down the...
When Richard got back to his room that evening, Jer was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Where have you been, man?" Richard asked. "Huh?" "I thought you were coming into the city with us this morning." "Oh, yeah, I forgot I had a lesson," he said. He sat up and rubbed his face. "At six I woke up to take a piss and remembered. So I went to practice." "Close one." "Yeah, I guess," Jer said dismissively. "Would've sucked if you missed your first lesson." "Nah....
Movement I. Practice was difficult for Richard the next morning. Besides having somewhat of a headache, he had trouble finding a practice room. The piano in the one he finally secured was mediocre. It sounded somewhat muffled no matter how he tried to coax any tone out of it. Usually he could have dealt with the limitations of the instrument, and made progress on some technical passages or finger work. But unfortunately his mind was continuously drifting off. The events of the previous...
Richard thought his heart had stopped. To his right, Emily was watching him with a slight grin, and in front of him Sandra was looking at him like she was about to collapse on the bed. It was hot in the dorm, but that hot? Suddenly Emily pushed Richard into the room. Richard turned to her and watched as she reached to close the door. Is she leaving me alone with Sandra? he thought, as Emily stepped back out into the hallway, pulling the door shut. "Emily, wait," Sandra called out as the...
Sandra poured the last of the second wine bottle into Emily's glass. She thought it would help slow Emily down, but she seemed to get better at playing games the more she drank. The game of choice for the evening was admittedly puerile. Emily had voted for Trivial Pursuit. Sandra had voted for Spit. She was in the mood for something less cerebral, and mention of it the night before had stuck with her. Richard broken the tie in Sandra's favor. After the vote, Emily rolled her...
Richard woke up quite late, and he was the first to stir. For a moment, he was startled by his location. He figured he would have gone back to his room last night after a brief snooze. Instead, it was late morning. Emily was still beside him, but Sandra had moved to Emily's bed and was sleeping soundly. Richard grinned as he saw the remains of the evening strewn about the room. Playing cards were scattered on the floor, clothes sat in little piles, and two empty wine bottles stood on the...
Dr. Eugene Dobra was everything rumor made him out to be. He walked in at exactly one o'clock. Richard and Sandra had just found two seats in the back corner together, hardly having greeted each other when he asked for silence. "Take out some staff paper," he said. He sat at the piano in the front of the room as people shuffled through their bags for the paper. Richard borrowed a sheet from Sandra. When the rustling and whispering had settled down, Dr. Dobra nodded. "Please write...
Only one hour, forty-three minutes and thirteen seconds to go. This job sucks! Richard took his watch off and flipped it face down onto the desk. Otherwise I'll just be staring at the fucking thing all night. Strains of music drifted into the lobby from the practice rooms on the lower floor. Trumpet lines, repeating endlessly, were punctuated by bursts of percussion. The bright fluorescent lights overhead hummed slightly. He wished he could dim them; they were making his eyes...
(A few days later... ) Fuck! Not only had Jer been obliviously loud when he woke up to go wherever the hell he went, but now Jer's alarm was going off. And he was long gone. Rock music was trying to squeeze out through the small speakers of his clock-radio. Did he not see me sleeping in my bed? Fucking idiot. Richard felt around on his desk, found a hefty book, and lofted it across the room. It hit the radio with a clunk, and for a moment the thing spat a curse of static at him....
Allison was falling in love. Over the last few hours of being with Emily, Sandra and Richard, she had started feeling something she hadn't felt for many years. It had always been there, but now it was thrust into the forefront of her thoughts. As she drove her rental car back towards the city, she took a glance at Richard. He looked tired as he stared out of the passenger side window at the dusky fields. Allison cast her mind back to a warm summer day eight years ago. "Allison, look,...
"I'm going to do some theory homework down in the lobby," Emily said to Sandra. The two of them had just returned to their room after seeing Allison to her car. Richard was stopping at his room for a moment before coming up. There was talk of getting together again with Allison, but she was flying back to Melbourne in a few days. In case it didn't work out, they had said their goodbyes. Allison had seemed sad to leave them, but she had to get up early to start some...
Irina took a deep breath, wondering where to begin. It wasn't that he was doing something wrong, but rather that he wasn't progressing like he should. This was his fourth — no, fifth lesson now, and over the last few weeks he seemed to be less ... prepared. He had gained some expression in certain aspects of his playing, but technically he seemed underpracticed and a little sloppy. She had checked with Eric in financial aid to see that Richard was not somehow being asked to work too much...
Richard had a dull headache. It was the last thing he needed today. He was late to his meeting with Dave, having fallen asleep after turning off his alarm. Five minutes ago, he was supposed to take his last training test. If he passed, he would be ready to record student recitals on his own. As he ran down the stairs, buttoning his shirt, he paused on the second floor landing. I did say I'd come find them for breakfast, he thought. He really didn't have time, though, so he continued down...
"Valery, get the door, will you?" Boris bellowed from his office upon hearing the bell ring. Valery took his time as he wound his way through the stacks of furniture and frames. Reaching the front entry of the shop, he pulled open the heavy door and then spoke across the bars of the security gate. "Can I help you?" Valery said. The man smiled slightly. "I don't speak Russian." "No English," Valery replied. "Eh ... name?" "Harvey Mitchell." Valery held up his index finger to...
Richard was in the middle of practicing sight-singing for his midterm exam when someone knocked on the door. "Come in!" Sandra pushed the door open and came in smiling. "I got our recital slot!" she said excitedly. "Oh, sorry, are you studying?" she asked, noticing the open book. Richard folded it closed. "I guess. I'm done though." "Are you ready?" Richard shrugged. "It's sight singing. Who the hell knows? It depends on what he picks." Sandra nodded. "You usually do all...
"So what do you think of the piano sound?" Dave asked Richard. Richard stood up from Jarrett's chair in front of the speakers. "It's really rich. I'm used to hearing this piano from the piano bench, so it sounds a little different. But still nice. Really nice." "Good. I'm happy with it too. Man, I just love this concert hall. Jarrett, what do you think?" "Smooth work, Dave. Let's record some so Irina can hear it," Jarrett replied. Richard sat in his chair, to Jarrett's left,...
Richard was painfully nervous when he knocked on Sandra and Emily's door. He heard talking as he leaned close to the door, but there was no answer after he knocked. Only silence. "Sandra, Emily. Open up, please. I need to talk to you," Richard called through the door. There was another silent moment, and then Richard heard the door unlatch. Emily pulled it open, and slipped out into the hallway. "She's pretty upset right now," Emily said quietly. "I know. I feel really bad. I...
Emily woke up suddenly out of a miserable dream. The quiet of the darkness was loud in her ears. Where am I? She tried to flex some of the tension out of her crooked-feeling body. Stiff muscles complained at being asked to relax. For a few moments, she was still in her dream. The horn studio had been filled with people practicing right next to each other, each playing louder and louder to hear themselves. She was looking for someone. She couldn't remember who that was, after a while, and...
"He's actually going to come," Emily said distantly, as she replaced the receiver. "Oh, that's great!" Sandra chirped, giving her a little hug. Richard just smiled through a mix of emotions. Every positive thing would help Emily. It was easier to smile than he thought. Last night, when he had reached the point where he had to decide what he would do about Emily's confession, he was distraught. It would have been so easy to give in to the feelings of disappointment and betrayal that...
"I can't believe finals are just a week away," Richard said, as he walked to the conservatory building alongside Sandra and Emily. "I know. This semester just flew," Sandra agreed. "That also means we're just a couple of weeks away from break," she added, pouting. "I know. Too bad we can't find an excuse to all stay here," Emily said. "We thought a few days at Thanksgiving was tough..." "I'll probably be coming back a week before classes start," Richard said. "Really?"...
The morning was bright and quiet when Richard woke up. The muted sound of a car passing made him wonder if it had snowed over night. From the kitchen, he heard his dad answer the phone. He couldn't figure out who it was at first. When he heard him talking about music, he realized it was Sandra. He considered getting up, but decided to wait for the phone to come to him. He checked his watch, surprised at the lateness of the hour. I guess I have to get up, he realized. He made his way out...
"Surprise!" Richard stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. His mouth moved, but he made no sound. Then he ran out and hugged her, lifting her off the ground and swinging her around on the patio. When he started feeling dizzy, he let her down gently and kissed her long and hard. She giggled when he finally let her breathe. "Happy to see me?" "Am I ever!" "Told you I was sending you something." "But ... How did you get here?" "My dad had some business at Lincoln Center. He chose...
"Bob, come away from that goddamn thing!" Betty called out from the back door. "Just another minute," he said. "The light is on again." Bob grinned as he heard Betty's footsteps tapping across the patio stones. "What's happening?" she asked. "Nothing yet." "Let me see," she urged. Bob moved aside. "Lights out," she said, straightening up. Bob crouched down, confirming her observation. "Oh well," he said, and started putting things away. He turned to find Betty...
"So what's the plan for this weekend?" Emily asked, startling Richard. She had been napping. Richard looked up from Emily's desk. Sandra was also stirring. He had imposed a mandatory nap the last few days, since sleep had been minimal. It was appearing to work, since moods were shifting towards the positive over the past few days. "Well ... Arlene gets here tomorrow..." Richard said vaguely. "We know that!" "Sorry. My head is still in this chord analysis." Richard closed the...
Sandra took another drink of water as Mr. Menlos reprimanded another hapless student for not cueing her in during the aria. After forgetting Mr. Menlos's instructions about being strict to the conductor's indications, Sandra had finally started being particular about following all cues. She would enter incorrectly when given the wrong beat, and not enter at all when the cue was missed. Between that, and the thrill of singing with an orchestra for the first time, she was enjoying herself...
Richard shook himself out of his stupor as he saw Emily taking Sandra into her arms on the floor. "What happened?" Emily asked repeatedly, but Sandra just stared off wildly in shock, breathing in ragged spurts. She was barely able to breathe, let alone talk. Richard picked up the phone from the floor. "Cosa sta succedendo?" his father asked, coming closer to Sandra. Richard ignored him. "Hello?" "Hello? Who is this?" the voice asked urgently. "This is Richard." "Oh, Richard...
Gary Menlos scanned the rehearsal room from his usual back corner spot. "Mark," he said, nodding his head at the principal cello player. "Go ahead. Take it from the beginning." Mark set his cello aside and walked up to the podium with his baton. Gary waited as Mark flipped the score back to the first page. He looked around again, surprised at the turnout. A number of string players had shown up for the practice orchestra. He had hinted yet again, at the last full orchestra rehearsal,...
Richard was grinning ear to ear as he stood next to Sandra and Emily in the green room. The audience had been larger than any of them had expected, and so was the crowd that lined up to greet them. Many Wexford students had come, including the violinist Jeff, for whom Sandra would be conducting in the fall. As promised, beside him was a mischievous looking friend who asked her to conduct for his recital as well. Sandra politely declined, eliciting a victorious fist from Jeff. Richard grinned...
As I sit at my patio overlooking the gardens and the sunset shimmering off the pool, I sit with my guitar against my body and reflect on all the passionate feelings I have had through the day. Smiling warmly, I twirl the smoke around my cigarette, breathe the smoke in deeply, and exhale as I crush it out in the ashtray. I lift my hands to the neck and strings and release myself to the music inside of me. I always speak best without words. This is my first language. As I begin a...
It had been a long day. Bailey was tense, worn, and couldn’t sleep. She lay in bed listening to the sounds of the house. The whirring of the fan above her bed, the distant hum of the dish washer from the kitchen, and what sounded like a little storm beginning to rumble in from somewhere outside. She couldn’t stop thinking about the day. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Maybe the day would have been okay if it hadn’t been combined with mixed feelings about David. Things had been going...
Hello. Allow us to tell you the story of how we met, D’aunne and I. A story so fanciful that one would think it impossible. But rest assured, it is quite a reality. It begins and ends in Rome, upon a star-filled night, within the walls of the House of Nicolae… I came upon her in the moonlight, three stories up, overlooking the illumination that is the city. The balcony was wide and statued, and standing as she was, she fit well into the surroundings, as the only clue to her mortality was her...
Octopus man was a freak or nature. A very strange freak of nature. When he was born he was normal. Two arms, legs and a normal body. As he became older he discovered a strange and scary power he possessed. When he became aroused he turned into a horny eight tentacle octopus monster. The mere thought of fucking a girl could cause him to grow eight tentacle arms. The arms could grow to whatever length he wanted. They were strong. Each one capable of lifting a woman by her leg or arm...
Introduction: He looked around for new prey….. What girl would you want to be ladies? I like the jogger…..hehehe–(guys what girl would you do?) Octopus man was a freak or nature. A very strange freak of nature. When he was born he was normal. Two arms, legs and a normal body. As he became older he discovered a strange and scary power he possessed. When he became aroused he turned into a horny eight tentacle octopus monster. The mere thought of fucking a girl could cause him to grow eight...
Look what they've done to my brain, ma! Look what they've done to my brain! Well, they picked it like a chicken bone, And I think I'm half insane, ma. Look what they've done to my song. - What Have They Done To My Song? (Melanie) It turned out that Sherry had her mother's car--she got her driver's license a few weeks earlier. Merry agreed to go with Sherry before I could offer any objection. The two girls hopped into the car and took off to the Swift residence. June noticed me...
Against all Sam’s inner protestations that there was no chance Aidan would contact her, either because Julie did not tell him, or because he simply did not want to know since he had gone back to Julie, Sam was on tenterhooks for that week and the week following. There was, as expected, no contact made, and as the third week began Sam felt her spirits plummeting as if a great gap were opening deep within her. At the end of that week as she climbed into bed, the tears came and with them a...
"Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight/ Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July." With those words Bruce Springsteen begins to paint a picture of one aspect of life as he knew it on the Jersey Shore. For better or worse we've also been subjected to MTV's version of life on the "Jersey Shore." Let me give you a better picture of life on the Jersey Shore as I have experienced it. This is a more realistic story of life at the Jersey...
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Barry's turn: Jess and I enjoying a beautiful day together. There was a small arts and crafts fair going on today. I normally pass these up but I'm with Jess and my priorities are skewed. I told her about it. "Interested?" I asked. We'd just chosen a scented candle and were walking through the place when I heard a voice that raised the hair on the back of my neck. "Well, hi, there! Look who it is!" spoken with the voice of the ex in one of her famous 'gotcha!' tones. I looked...
Chapter 15: "Wake up sleepy head!" "No... please... so tired." Jordan, still half asleep, wondered who these two women were that were talking. "Up and at 'em!" Jordan felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Let's go! We have a busy day ahead of us!" "Just 15 more minutes..." the other lady said. She sure had a beautiful and sexy voice, Jordan thought. "Jordan!" someone shouted and clapped their hands. "Get up!" "What!!??" Jordan sat up, and saw Angela grinning at...
This story loosely follows Edge for Thrusts , as it's the same couple. This happens a few weeks after. Friday Evening It's been a few weeks since she had played with her husband and made him edge over and over, allowing him to thrust into her every time he reached the edge of orgasm - naturally bringing him closer and closer to losing control with each iteration. Even though life was very busy and they got very little time to "play", they were indeed intimate. That said, they started to crave...
BDSMDebbie and V had shared sex talk and compared notes over the years and V had always wondered about Debbies claim of being able to deep throat so she watched with a mixture of amazement and admiration as Debbie slid Josh's cock back and forth in her mouth. She would pull back until just the head was in her mouth, her lips forming a seal around it and her cheeks sucking in as she tightened her mouth down and slid her lips down toward the base, Each stroke of her mouth taking more and more of his...
The next morning I was up early hoping to catch a glimpse of Jane and Jacqui groping each other. But when I scanned the room I could see that I was too late. The bed was empty and Jacqui's clothes were gone. I opened my door and managed to hear them talking down stairs in the kitchen. Damn! I had missed seeing Jacqui in the bathroom, too. Tiff was eating breakfast when I got downstairs. She and Mom were sitting at the kitchen table. Tiff was smiling. That always meant I had to do something...
Anne said, "Come," when there was a tap at her bedroom door. Aunt Amelia's cook stood in the doorway, looking unhappy, wringing her apron. "Dere's a man down in the kitchen. Was on d'back porch when I ah lit d'stove fire. Wants to see Mr. Fields, he says." "What kind of man, a soldier?" Anne asked as her toes found her slippers. "Is he British?" "Just a man, great big man. He ain't old." "Be right down," Anne said, shrugging into her quilted robe. She hurried along the...
We first talked about her meeting other men about a year ago , when watching Wild Things movie together with a friend.I could see her watching my friend as we watched the movie, when he left we had sex ,she was so hot.The next morning I asked her if watching the movie last night with my friend got her hot, she asked why do you say that ,I said I could see you were watching him and you were so wet last night when we had sex.She looked startled , then said ,well it was a sexy movie and I think...
I had just watched my wife, Carol, get fucked by my best friend John. My emotions were in a turmoil; jealousy, fear, excitement and most of all, turned on. I had loved it. Carol and I had schemed about this for months. While we were at home fucking I would whisper to her, "Do you want to fuck John?" She would go wild with explosive orgasms.Now in the afterglow she was lying there naked, legs sprawled, cunt leaking, breathing hard with a wide smile on her face and perhaps a bit of guilt. ...
Wife LoversMistress Anna woke me from my nap. Her hand was gently brushing my cheek and she was telling me, "what a good girl you are! You even crawled here and licked up your mess! This dried spunk on your face just won't do though. Go to the bathroom and wash it off then shower and we'll get you dressed and put your make-up on."I rose from the floor, thankful that they had set me free of handcuffs. I still was locked away in my metal chastity cage so I suppose they didn't figure the handcuffs were...
Back in 80s banking was undergoing a culture change. I had started working at the CBA in Albert Street straight from school. I was told to study part time, the banking industry supported programme, to get ahead. Being ambitious but only 17 I was distracted by the continuous flow of young women who worked in the city. In 7 years I completed my exams and due to banking deregulation found myself rapidly promoted through the ranks until I was appointed Branch Manager at Countrywide Bank St Lukes ....
Saturday, June 12, 2010 “Tell me what you’ve got,” Jake said “I’m at a Holiday Inn Express,” Mark said. “It’s on the edge of the city, right next to the interstate. There’re almost no cars here. But there is a big silver Mercedes.” “Two door or four door?” “Sedan. It’s an S600, just like Carol said.” “Hold on a sec.” Jake turned to Havel. “Get back to the interstate. Head north.” Jake went back to Mark. “Are you out of sight, Mark?” “I’m parked about a block away at the moment.” “Good....
I remember being a small boy in a one room apartment . I was 8 I sleep on this old brown coach it was up on a left kind'a step. The coach faced the bed of my mom and dad but from the side , the kitchen table was to my left . My mother was a normel women not the super hot hidden mom just a normel lady. long black hair bright green eye's. and milk pale skin she was around 5,9 -5'11 . Mother was a nudist in are home. a size c my be a lower d 32 tit's. and a trimmed net upper bush but her pussy...
We were both nervous as I turned our car into the restaurant parking lot. My girlfriend and I had chatted several times on the internet with the couple who were supposedly waiting inside. We had seen their pictures and they had seen ours, which were posted on a swinger’s website. Now, we were actually going to meet them. I glanced at Nancy; her expression told me she wasn’t too sure about what we were doing. And truthfully, I didn’t know why it was important to me to have sex with another man’s...
Wife LoversMy name is Justin and I am a 22-year-old guy with a good height and an average physic. This incident is about an encounter about how I got fucked by a neighbour. I was alone at the home once. I took advantage of the opportunity of being alone and had a couple of glasses of whisky. After that, I sneaked in my sister’s room, took one of her dress, wore it, applied some makeup and started roaming in the house. Then, I pulled my dress up a bit and swayed my ass like a sexy woman. However, I...
Cross DresserI arrived at my ex-wife’s house about noon that Sunday. My ex, Margo was dressed casually in a pair of black jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt with a v neckline that let you see the valley between her d cups and her black, lace trimmed bra. Her pale skin still had some tan left in it even though it was in September. The twinkle in her green eyes was still there. By the look of it she had put on a little extra in the hips and tummy but nothing that made her five foot four curvy frame look less...
I was still finishing up my breakfast dishes when she arrived at my house. Well, when I say arrived, what I mean was "walked past, stopped, glanced between a slip of paper and the numbers on my neighbor's house, backtracked a few steps to the walk leading up to my door, and chewed her lip indecisively for a moment." She was a petite young girl, maybe eighteen years old, with fair skin and long hair a shade of red that typically comes out of a bottle. She had a bulging backpack, presumably full...
Tattooed Paris White with lips as sweet as honey kisses a stranger passionately. Enjoying her magnificently perfect breasts, the man takes it into his demanding mouth. He then immediately removes her dainty lower lingerie and his long, skilled fingers thrust in and out her wet pussy. Paris White, who’s under the spell of the ruggedly handsome man, teasingly sucks his thick and hard cock while his fingers are pounding her. At that very moment, every inch of her body is filled with lust;...
xmoviesforyouThis is a memoir and confession to explain why I believe I am the true pervert that I am. If you can't handle this TRUTH than PLEASE turn back NOW!To the outside world and CLOSE personal friends and family I appear to be an upstanding and righteous man. The only problem is that I just have one DEEP secret. Sexually, I'm a seriously perverted person. Sometimes I feel ashamed and embarrassed. Other times I feel aroused and act on it only to feel guilty later. If I had no other way to vent and...