Opus OneChapter 11 Andante
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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 right in class."
"Yeah. Hopefully Dobra chooses something comparable to the ones in the book."
"Let's go get Emily and eat."
"And tell her about the recital date."
Richard followed Sandra down to her room. Emily was on the bed, listening to music with her eyes closed.
"Hey, are you — " Sandra said, but Emily stopped her with a raised finger.
The music went through a climactic few minutes, and then Emily sat up. "Mm, I just love that part," she said dreamily. "What's up?"
"Recital is set for April ninth," Sandra said.
"Cool," Emily said. "Are we eating dinner, tonight, or what?"
"Let me change," Sandra said. "It's getting cold outside."
"Good idea," Emily agreed.
The girls rummaged through clothes and pulled on long sleeve shirts and jeans. Flesh disappeared under fabric.
"I'm going to miss summer," Richard said absently as he watched them straighten out their apparel and hair. He still thought it was warm enough for shorts.
"You're such a pervert," Emily said.
"Oh, hardly," Richard retorted. "But there's something nice about, um, lighter clothing."
Emily rolled her eyes. "You see us nude all the time."
"That's different."
"So you don't like my jeans?" Sandra said, wiggling her bottom at him.
"Nah, he said these warmer clothes don't excite him at all," Emily said.
"It's not that — " Richard started protesting.
"Not turned on by the long sleeves," Emily added.
"It's going to be a long, unexciting winter, then," Sandra said conspiratorially to Emily.
"For him," Emily corrected, and then gave Sandra a delicious kiss. "I like your jeans."
"Hey!" Richard exclaimed, moving nearer to them.
With their lips still touching, the girls broke into smiles, and then giggles.
"You do look nice," Richard said sincerely.
Emily swatted his chest with the back of his hand. "Nice try."
"It's true!" Richard cried, but they had already changed the subject.
Their grins and sidelong glances, though, reassured Richard that they were just teasing him.
"Who's going to come?" Richard suddenly said.
Sandra frowned at him. "Huh?"
"We have no friends ... except each other, and we'll all be on stage. It could be rather empty in that big hall."
Emily laughed, but then Richard's statement sunk in for a moment.
"Hmm. We do know some other people," Sandra said at last. "I know a couple of other singers. And there's Jer and Jenna."
"Okay, so we can fill the front row at least," Richard teased.
"Well, I'm sure other people will come," Sandra said. "People just ... go to recitals."
"Have you been to any?" Richard asked.
Sandra made a face. "No, I guess you're right. But, Emily knows a bunch of people."
"We'll be fine," Emily said. "Besides, we have some time."
"We can make posters, instead of just posting the sample program," Sandra said. "Something cool that people will be like, 'Hey, I want to go watch that concert.' Colorful, so it stands out from the regular programs that people always post."
"Like a rock show?" Richard said, laughing.
"Ooh, we can call the concert: Threesome!" Emily exclaimed. "That will get people to show up."
"A bunch of guys, at least," Sandra said.
"Why do you say that?" Richard asked.
"That seems to be such a thing for them."
"And yet two-thirds of this threesome are girls," he whispered.
The girls tittered.
"I don't think we'll be calling it Threesome," Richard said pointedly.
"How about Ména —"
"Don't even go there," Richard interrupted. "My parents might actually come out for this."
"Really?" Sandra asked.
"Yeah, I told them about it a few days ago. They were like, 'Is this something we can come to?' and I said sure."
"I haven't told my folks yet. I didn't want to get their hopes up, until the date was approved," Sandra said. "But I bet they'd come too."
"Well, don't expect my dad to come," Emily said, slightly acerbically.
"Have you asked him?"
"No. But he's always so busy. There's just no way. He was too busy to ever eat dinner with me, and he's going to come all the way out here?"
"You should at least ask him," Sandra offered.
Emily shrugged. "I'll tell him about it."
"What are you all doing for Thanksgiving, anyway?" Sandra suddenly asked.
"Staying here, I guess," Richard said.
"Same," Emily said, still glumly. "We can all go out somewhere nice, or just do something in the room."
"My parents wanted me to come home," Sandra said.
"Oh," Emily said. "That's cool."
"What if you both came with me?" Sandra asked.
"Are they picking you up?"
"Yeah, Wednesday. It's sort of a day-long drive, but it would be fun."
Richard and Emily looked at each other.
"It's either stay here and eat at Crapler, or go with Sandra and have home-cooked food," Richard said, one eyebrow raised.
"The cafeteria's probably going to be closed," Sandra said. "But I'll let you use my water steamer, and you can have rice and tea."
Emily laughed. "Well, if you put it that way..."
"If your parents are cool with intruders, I'll come along," Richard said.
"You'd hardly be intruding," Sandra said, excitement in her voice. "They're very welcoming. We have a big farmhouse, and a big table. We host the meal for our extended family, so a few more people will be no problem."
"Cool. I'm game," Richard said.
"Me too," Emily said, her spirits brightening.
"I'll call my parents tomorrow and tell them all the good news then!"
"Can we go eat there now?" Richard asked, slowing as they approached the cafeteria.
"Just one more month of cafeteria food," Sandra said, pulling on his arm.
Richard made a gagging sound, but went into the dining hall anyway.
Richard paced the hallway nervously outside of Dr. Dobra's classroom. At least I'm not late, he thought.
The door opened, and one of Richard's classmates emerged, clutching a sheet of paper. She didn't look too happy. Dr. Dobra held the door with a long arm, and nodded for Richard to enter.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a desk chair situated so that the piano keyboard was out of sight. "We'll start with dictation, and then we'll do the sight singing."
Richard obliged, and pulled out some blank staff paper and his pencil.
Dr. Dobra sat at the piano. "Some intervals, then. I'll play each twice, as we've done in class."
Richard listened closely to each note pairing, and then notated the intervals. He could feel Dobra's eyes on him as he wrote, peering through the triangle of the open piano lid.
The intervals were not hard for Richard, and he was reasonably sure he had gotten them correct. He could usually visualize playing them on the keyboard in his mind, and then it was just a matter of counting the distance.
"Very well, let us proceed. Melodic dictation. Please be sure to use correct rhythmic notation. As always, I will play it three times. The first time I'll play it normal speed, the second time..."
As Dr. Dobra gave his standard spiel, Richard's mind drifted momentarily. He wondered how Sandra had done on her exam. She had an earlier time slot, but he hadn't caught her in time to see how it had gone for her. As Jenna had promised early in the semester, Dr. Dobra seemed to be friendliest to Sandra, of all the people in the class. Richard was not too worried about her, but he had hoped for a tip on what Dobra was going to do.
Suddenly, Dr. Dobra was playing the melody. Richard snapped out of his thoughts, his heart racing. He had completely missed Dr. Dobra telling him what the first note was, and the key that the melody was played in. And now the first phrase had completely gone by. Richard panicked as he realized he had no idea what to write down.
Dr. Dobra finished the melody, and paused. Richard grew frantic. The melody was in a major key, but that was not much help. Without a reference note, he was lost.
Should I ask him for the starting note again?
Richard glanced at Dobra's beady eyes watching him, and then turned back to his paper, writing a few random notes down.
"Second time," Dr. Dobra announced, and he started the melody over, slowly this time.
Richard decided he would guess the key. As long as the melody is right, even if the key is wrong, I'll get some credit. Richard glanced at Dobra again. Hopefully get some credit.
The third pass allowed Richard to get most of the melody written, but not all. He cursed silently at himself for having drifted off.
As Richard made some last guesses, he knew they were wrong. That last interval was not that big! But it ended on the tonic... ? Ah fuck...
"Okay, if you don't have it by now," Dr. Dobra said, "you probably don't have it. So, let's move on."
Richard shot him a glare, but Dobra was looking at his paper.
"Harmonic dictation. Please write down the chords, using proper rhythm..."
This time he didn't drift off. Dr. Dobra played his stupid chords, and Richard wrote them down. Despite his anger at having messed up the melodic dictation, he managed to concentrate enough to figure out the progression.
Finally it was time for the sight-singing portion of the exam. This was the part Richard was least looking forward to. He didn't have much of a singing voice, and even though Dr. Dobra said that it wasn't about one's voice quality, Richard thought it sure helped to have a voice like Sandra's.
Dr. Dobra had Richard stand, and then he played a note on the piano.
"Please sing an ascending major triad, with the given note as the root."
Richard hummed the note to himself quietly for a moment, and then sang the three notes. It was a little shaky, but not too bad. Dr. Dobra made some notation in his ledger.
After singing a few more chords and intervals, Dr. Dobra moved to the board and wrote out a melody.
Bastard! We haven't done almost anything with accidentals yet! Richard thought, noticing the one flatted note.
After he finished writing the melody out, Dr. Dobra played the first note for Richard.
The first interval was awkward. What key is this in, anyway? The first few notes indicated a G minor chord, but the rest seemed to be in F. But then what about that E-flat?
Panic began to return, as Richard tried to sing the melody inside his head. He had trouble getting the melody to make sense. He was just stabbing at intervals.
"Whenever you're ready," Dr. Dobra said, watching him expectantly.
Richard sighed, and began the melody. "Re, Si, Sol, Si..."
He didn't need to see Dr. Dobra's slight frown to know he was a bit lost on the melody. Anger welled up within Richard as he finished with an unconvincing note. He usually did so much better in class...
"Okay," Dr. Dobra said, as he again notated in his grade book. "If you'll wait a moment, I'll grade this for you now." He took up the paper with the intervals and dictations, and went through it. After a minute, he handed it to Richard.
"Here you go. Would you send Ethan in? If he's waiting, that is..."
"Yeah, sure," Richard said absently. His heart sank as he saw his exam score circled at the top. As he headed for the door, he glanced down the page. His melodic dictation had gotten no credit.
"Dr. Dobra?" he said, turning back to the piano.
"Yes?"
"Um ... On the melodic dictation, there's no partial credit or anything?"
"Part credit would apply, if part of the melody was correct."
"Oh. I thought I had the first half right, at least" Richard said, pointing to the phrase on his paper as he approached the piano bench.
Dr. Dobra frowned, not even looking at the exam Richard held out for him. "You started on a completely different note than what I said."
"But relatively, wasn't it right?" Richard pressed.
"Relatively?"
"Yeah, I mean, in this other key."
"Other key? I told you the key and starting note. You wrote something completely different."
"But..."
"Richard, I'm sorry, but what you wrote has minimal relation to what I played on the piano. I recommend you work harder on your ear training. Perhaps you can have Sandra help you."
"I usually don't have any problem," Richard said defensively, and pointed to the sight-singing example on the board. "That wasn't typical for what we did in class."
"And that," Dobra said, gesturing dismissively to Richard's still outstretched paper, "is not the work of someone who usually doesn't have any problem. I think you need to take this class more seriously. You still have three and a half more semesters, and they will not get any easier."
Richard stood stone still for a moment. "Okay, thanks," he said tersely, and then turned to leave.
"Richard," Dr. Dobra called out.
"Yeah."
"You may not think the exam to be fair, but I assure you, it is in line with what we did the first half of the semester."
Richard had been ready to let it go, but Dr. Dobra had reopened the conversation. He strode back to the piano, shaking his head at him, and letting the anger seep into his voice a little. "The examples in class almost never had accidentals, and they were more ... tonal than this one."
"This is not tonal?" Dr. Dobra said, playing the melody on the piano. He added a sparse chordal accompaniment, and Richard winced as the melody suddenly made sense to him.
Richard shrugged. "I guess it just threw me off," he said, less belligerently now. "You have to admit it wasn't standard."
Dr. Dobra shrugged. "Practice more, and less will throw you off. I'm running late, so..."
"I wish I had the time to practice more," Richard said, brushing aside Dr. Dobra's dismissal, "but I already spend a number of hours a week doing all this sight singing, and chord analysis, and ear training. I don't even know why we have to learn some of this stuff. How exactly does the sight-singing help me, as a pianist? Theory is not my major, you know," Richard added.
Thank god it's not...
"Music theory is everyone's major," Dr. Dobra said simply. He went to the board and began to erase the melody written there.
"What?"
"Everyone who comes through this school takes at least two years of theory. If they are smart, they take three or four." Dr. Dobra rounded on Richard. "If it really is pointless, why would we make everyone take it?"
"Well, I didn't say pointless," Richard said.
Dr. Dobra chuckled almost good-naturedly, and that surprised Richard a little. He sat at the piano again.
"You're not the first to think that, Richard," he said. "I've heard it before. But I'll tell you, there will come a day when you see just how useful theory is. Depending on how seriously you take this class, and subsequent classes, when that time comes you will either be grateful that you learned 'this stuff, ' or you'll be kicking yourself for not having learned it."
Richard took a deep breath, and held out his paper once more. "Well, I guess I don't feel that this score is really where I'm at."
Dr. Dobra considered something for a moment, looking Richard in the eye. "Well, you have half a semester to prove that to me."
When Richard returned to his room, the phone was ringing. Jer was reading on his bed, making no movement towards the phone.
"You don't answer anymore?" Richard asked him as the machine engaged.
"Nah. It's probably your dad."
Jer pointed with arched brow as the Italian voice filled the room through the small speaker.
"Hello, Riccardo, it's your father. Listen, I just spoke to Aunt Maria, and she is going to come visit next month. Your mother and I were talking, and we thought you could come back for Thanksgiving, if you have the time. Maria really would love to see you and hear you play the piano, since she has never heard you play. I don't have any jobs set for that week, so I can come pick you up. Maybe the school is closed? I don't know. Call me, please! Ciao."
Richard sighed heavily.
"Did he say something about coming home for Thanksgiving?" Jer asked.
"Yeah," Richard replied.
"Oh, calls it!" Jer exclaimed, stretching a fist to the air. "I think I'm starting to learn Italian!"
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...
"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...
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"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...
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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...
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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...
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I am rahul raj, 20 years old. I am the only son of my parents. We live in Hyderabad. My father works in Factories Department and he often comes home drunk which my mom doesn’t like in him. Coming to the story, it took place in my college summer holidays when my father went to Delhi for a factory inspection.My mom is as sexy as you could imagine with 32-28-36…oh yeah that’s a big ass.She was fair in complexion. It was after her bath that I saw her wiping her body with towel and I was on and the...
IncestWe meet again with Jessica Night, a horny and dissatisfied wife who has come to Private Specials, Cheating With Black Cocks 3 to satisfy her needs in the only way she knows how! A round of gagging blowjobs serves as the perfect starter for this horny babe as she devours three BBCs just to warm up. Then watch the rest of the action unfold as Jessica takes turns enjoying an anal pounding with each stallion before offering up her ass, mouth and pussy all at the same time for a long session of DP...
xmoviesforyouThe bad economy can make it very difficult for young married couples to get a good start in life, and such was with case with my wife, Melanie, and me. My name is David, and Melanie and I met during our junior year in college and got married right after graduation. We thought we had both found good jobs which would utilize our educations, but they fell through. Fortunately, Melanie’s parents were willing to help us by letting us live with them temporarily in Houston, and we found lower paying...
CuckoldAfter school the following Friday, Day 5 of the Game, Alina was at her computer and she nervously typed in the Game's website address. She entered her special username and password and instantly the images of her and her competitors appeared on the monitor. She sighed in relief when she saw that her image came up first. She'd ended the previous day in second place for the first time, down two points behind some Senior she'd never met named Chloe. Mr. Senders had given each of her tits a...
It was early afternoon on the Sunday when I woke up to find my arms wrapped around Charlotte’s soft body, her firm buttocks pressed into my crotch. The house was generally still, except for the unmistakeable sound of Ellie in a state of orgasm, the sound coming from the next room. As I lay there listening, Charlotte stirred in my arms, rolled over and slipped her tongue into my mouth and we kissed gently for a few minutes. Then she said, “She is such a noisy lover!” and we laughed. I took...
I was going to fail biology. It hadn't happened yet, and I normally was an outstanding student, but a third of the way through the semester I could sense how things were going to turn out. So when the first low grade notice arrived in the mail, I was speechless but not surprised. There was just no way I could articulate the problem. "Well Mom, it's all Ms. Cortez's fault. If she wasn't such a slut I'd be able to concentrate." Even if it were true, I couldn't say it -- and I wasn't...
Despite our ongoing affair, we had never spent the night together, always being careful to return home from whichever house we had used. I was nervous to have him pick me up at home that Friday night, so I took a walk around the neighborhood. He stopped for me at a spot where nobody knew me. We played with each other in the car as much as we could til he drove up to the driveway of their beach house. ===Ryan=== We weren't expecting any rain or wind that would kick up salt spray at the beach...
Trance like, I swung my right leg over Charles's face and settled my soaking wet and gaping pussy onto his mouth. The contents of my pussy was draining from deep inside me but I didn’t care.I was so damn close to another orgasm when Rocky thrust his huge cock hard and deep into me, pinning my waist to the bed and filling my pussy with his thick hot load. I could feel each pulse of his thick cock swell and pump the cum from his balls into my waiting pussy. He'd slammed me good, fucking me...
Lean into me now and feel any resistance you still have melt away when my lips brush against your skin. No one knows about us and no one has to. At times, you think this is wrong because of that, something like a sinister ghost that will hover over both of us long after we part. But you and I are not ghosts. We are not phantoms to one another. Here.... place your warm hand over my heart, the part of me that you have called cold and absent before. Do you feel it now?Through the contact of bare,...
Straight SexIt's never easy for a child when his parents split up. Circumstances affect circumstances and usually for the worse. In Billy Bonds' case, his parents' impending divorce was all the harder because he knew deep down that, despite what they always say, he was the cause of it all. He wasn't, of course. But what's a 14 year-old boy on the edge of puberty and teenage defiance, painfully self-aware and utterly confused about everything supposed to know about life? You could say Billy was a...
Darkness had fallen as the two women faced each other at Lisa's front door. "Agent Marianne Taylor," said the female F.B. I. agent shaking hands with Lisa. Their eyes met and Lisa was struck with the feeling that they had met before. "Have we... ?" she started. "Where can we talk in private?" asked the attractive twenty-eight year old. Lisa led the agent into the kitchen, leaving the other officers in the front room while Lisa poured coffee and they sat at the circular table. Lisa...
Julia Ann isn’t going to win Stepmother of the Year award, but that’s okay, she doesn’t seem overly impressed with her husband’s daughter either, apart from her choice in friends. Julia Ann loves Gia’s friends, particularly Molly Mae. Gia counts on Molly to be her confidante and sounding board. When Gia calls Molly to vent her suspicions that Julia is cheating on her dad with the pool boy, Gia has no clue Molly and Julia have been secretly hooking up and fucking!...
xmoviesforyouNote : This story is completely fictional! One summer nite me and my cousin were drinking and his girfriend samwas there sam is heavy set but looks good shes got black hair nice tits and nips my cousin showed me a picture on his phone sam wears tight pants and shorts and i seen her in her panties one time when she was changeing and you could tell that she shaves we were all drunk and she wanted to go back to there house to get some more beer so i had went with her when we got there she went to...
IncestHello everybody here I am back with another story. I hope you like it; do send in your feedback at This story is about a guy Vikram who works in a company. He is 27 years of age has a perfect athletic body due to his past involvement in gym and sports enjoy. I was absentmindedly flicking through the pages without really reading them and cursing myself for taking up a task that was so easy at a glance but when I sat down to accomplish it got the shit out of me (not literally) 2 days ago: My...
[This little erotic novella is a collaborative effort between myself, and another, who has fleshed out Snama in more ways than one.] Part one . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone Perhaps it was a gentle, anemonic caress of his manhood sheathed inside Snama’s yoni that had awakened Neshe. Or it was just a sleepy stirring of the angelic form spooned against his chest and loins that encroached upon his sleep. Maybe it was a combination of these two. Or was it . . . He was not clear. His eyes...
Every morning, I’d get up and before I would leave for work, I would water the plants on my second-floor balcony, except of course, during the winter months, when I’d bring them into the apartment. I always looked forward to the springtime, because the plants would be relegated to the confines of my small patio area and I enjoyed sitting around on my patio.This was how I met Gladys. Gladys was eighty-one and a flirt. She saw me one day, watering my plants and she hollered up to me to say...
SeductionCONFESSIONS PT 7These are confessions and stories people have sent me.Do you have a confession of something you did, or something you'd like to do?Private Message it to me and I'll post it. Don't worry about spelling, grammar, etc.======CONFESSION COMPILATION OF SHORT REPLIES I'VE RECEIVED FROM VARIOUS READERS======I love reading the confessions you have posted. Like most of the confessions I to started sniffing dirty panties as a young teenager I started with my mothers and sisters and then...
After she made the suggestion, Darleen dropped her gaze demurely and blushed a rosy pink. After a moment she gazed up through her lowered lashes to see how Caroline had taken the suggestion. Caroline looked a bit bemused, but not at all shocked or disgusted or angry. And she was smiling slightly. "Have you--ever--with a girl?" Caroline asked. Darleen shook her head. "No. Never," she whispered. "But I've thought about it a lot--like when I told you, in school and-- and later, Caroline....
We all help each other undress . . . flirting, kissing, touching, as we work our way to the shower for some soapy-play. After some intense foreplay with our hands, me rubbing your clit and you stroking my throbbing cock I get on my knees and stick my tongue deep inside you as my GF supports and holds you from falling. You are moaning with pleasure at this point trying to keep your balance and not slip - she has your tits in her hands as is kneading them much to your satisfaction, she is...
It was Sunday morning when Alan woke up to Brianna laying naked in his arms. He smiled and rolled over to face her. With a gentle kiss on her lips, her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and stretched. “Good morning, Big Brother.” “Good morning. You feel alright?” She nodded, looking as sweet as ever. Then she straddled him and slid his hardening tool into her wet snatch. A soft moan escaped her lips as he stretched her. Then her hips began to move like a dancer's. Alan couldn't believe...
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There’s something magical about cars. They’re like spaceships. They carry you from one world to another. For example, Nana’s car was carrying me from the world of school to the world of home – two entirely different worlds with their own rules and expectations. I think even the laws of gravity are different. And since I’m a different person in each of those worlds, the spaceship-car has the additional power to transform me from one person into another. I get into the car as Rebecca Freeman...
I was the first one up. I quietly showered and dressed. Mark soon followed as did Dan and Ellie. I was wondering what changes I would see in Mark after last night's fun. I worked on emails as the others dressed and packed. We decided to go to breakfast in the hotel restaurant as a group. I gave both Dan and Ellie each one of my business cards and asked that they keep in touch as I put their information in my contact list. I wanted to know if she got the teaching job and their other plans...
The two girls bounced back toward John and Pandora in sheer white togas that did little to hide their near-perfect bodies. Melinda held forth a leather skirt for John to wear to the amphitheater. The long leather strips of the skirt easily parted over his erection, which hadn't flagged a bit since he drank the potion Pandora gave him. If anything, John thought he was harder now than he had been when the two girls had been toying with his cock and balls. The quartet exited their private...