FIRST CHAIR
Christina stared at her voluptuous, naked body in the mirror. She tossed back her cherry-red, curls and ran a hand down her throat to skim the top of her perky, milky-white breasts. At twenty one years of age, her body was luscious, lush, and curvy in the right places. It would remain so for a long time. Her lips, pink and moist, sat well on the heart-shaped face that stared back at her. Her eyes, green as the morning grass, were almond-shaped, clear and full of life. She was beautiful, young, and thirsty for the success that would soon come her way.
Her mind wandered to the events that would unfold the next morning. A lot rode on the results of tomorrow’s audition.
“What are you thinking?” Sean came to stand behind her. Putting an arm around her waist, he pulled her hard against him, his hand resting on her bellybutton.
She leaned back against him, enjoying the sensations that engulfed her as her skin rubbed against his. The hard muscles of his arms bulged as he ran his fingers up her ribcage to cup one heavy breast. With the tip of his fingers, he touched her nipple, rubbed it slightly. She moaned in ecstasy, her eyes never leaving his face. Sean knew just the right spots. They had been having sex for over a year, and he knew just how to please her.
“Tomorrow’s audition. I’m going to nail it, get that coveted first chair position.” She watched as his other hand slid down her belly and skimmed over the soft, red, curly hair. He inserted one finger in her vagina, and immediately beads of lubrication trickled down her thighs as desire glided deep inside her. Christina let out a loud gasp.
“You deserve it, baby!” His mouth brushed against her shoulders, his teeth digging in for a little nip as he brushed her clitoris with his thumb. In a practiced move, he moved his thumb in long, sensuous strokes over the soft nub, awakening within her a wild, lusty craving for release. Her skin hummed, her blood boiled as she hung on the cusp of that rollercoaster wave that would take her over the edge.
Her eyes glazed as she arched her body back, enjoying the sensation as his finger moved in and out and his thumb pressed and kneaded. Yes, she did deserve it. Hadn’t she worked her butt off to earn the position of first chair at the old and prestigious Van Bower Hall Orchestra? Hadn’t she let go of her dream of being a ballet dancer to devote her time to the practice of cello? She’d worked night and day, taken classes, worked in groups and solo performances over the past three years to hone her craft and become the best player in her section.
This was her time to shine.
Putting her hand back, she gripped Sean’s hair as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her body, making her shudder with excitement. As always, the orgasm was swift and hard and left her breathless and panting for more. She gasped as her body vibrated with spent passion. Her body sagged into his waiting arms. Carrying her over to the bed, he lay her down. For a moment, his gaze skimmed over her, taking pleasure in the sensuous curves and the sheen of sweat on her smooth, creamy skin.
He eased down, settling in between her legs, his penis plunging into her center with one sharp thrust. His head dipped as he sucked at her right nipple, sending shivers of delight to stream through her. She wrapped her legs around him, even as his hands settled under her hips, moving her so that he could dive in and out according to his own rhythm. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades and his back, as she urged him to pick up pace, to drive them both over the lip of insanity. The momentum built as she rode higher and higher, her breath coming out in pants. With a loud cry, she erupted under him – and he whispered her name as he emptied himself into her.
For a long, quiet moment, they lay still. Sex with Sean was always good. Better than good, actually. Her body felt loose and limber as she ran a hand down his back. He was a
Christina stared at her voluptuous, naked body in the mirror. She tossed back her cherry-red, curls and ran a hand down her throat to skim the top of her perky, milky-white breasts. At twenty one years of age, her body was luscious, lush, and curvy in the right places. It would remain so for a long time. Her lips, pink and moist, sat well on the heart-shaped face that stared back at her. Her eyes, green as the morning grass, were almond-shaped, clear and full of life. She was beautiful, young, and thirsty for the success that would soon come her way.
Her mind wandered to the events that would unfold the next morning. A lot rode on the results of tomorrow’s audition.
“What are you thinking?” Sean came to stand behind her. Putting an arm around her waist, he pulled her hard against him, his hand resting on her bellybutton.
She leaned back against him, enjoying the sensations that engulfed her as her skin rubbed against his. The hard muscles of his arms bulged as he ran his fingers up her ribcage to cup one heavy breast. With the tip of his fingers, he touched her nipple, rubbed it slightly. She moaned in ecstasy, her eyes never leaving his face. Sean knew just the right spots. They had been having sex for over a year, and he knew just how to please her.
“Tomorrow’s audition. I’m going to nail it, get that coveted first chair position.” She watched as his other hand slid down her belly and skimmed over the soft, red, curly hair. He inserted one finger in her vagina, and immediately beads of lubrication trickled down her thighs as desire glided deep inside her. Christina let out a loud gasp.
“You deserve it, baby!” His mouth brushed against her shoulders, his teeth digging in for a little nip as he brushed her clitoris with his thumb. In a practiced move, he moved his thumb in long, sensuous strokes over the soft nub, awakening within her a wild, lusty craving for release. Her skin hummed, her blood boiled as she hung on the cusp of that rollercoaster wave that would take her over the edge.
Her eyes glazed as she arched her body back, enjoying the sensation as his finger moved in and out and his thumb pressed and kneaded. Yes, she did deserve it. Hadn’t she worked her butt off to earn the position of first chair at the old and prestigious Van Bower Hall Orchestra? Hadn’t she let go of her dream of being a ballet dancer to devote her time to the practice of cello? She’d worked night and day, taken classes, worked in groups and solo performances over the past three years to hone her craft and become the best player in her section.
This was her time to shine.
Putting her hand back, she gripped Sean’s hair as waves of intense pleasure coursed through her body, making her shudder with excitement. As always, the orgasm was swift and hard and left her breathless and panting for more. She gasped as her body vibrated with spent passion. Her body sagged into his waiting arms. Carrying her over to the bed, he lay her down. For a moment, his gaze skimmed over her, taking pleasure in the sensuous curves and the sheen of sweat on her smooth, creamy skin.
He eased down, settling in between her legs, his penis plunging into her center with one sharp thrust. His head dipped as he sucked at her right nipple, sending shivers of delight to stream through her. She wrapped her legs around him, even as his hands settled under her hips, moving her so that he could dive in and out according to his own rhythm. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades and his back, as she urged him to pick up pace, to drive them both over the lip of insanity. The momentum built as she rode higher and higher, her breath coming out in pants. With a loud cry, she erupted under him – and he whispered her name as he emptied himself into her.
For a long, quiet moment, they lay still. Sex with Sean was always good. Better than good, actually. Her body felt loose and limber as she ran a hand down his back. He was a
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