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The Piano Teacher
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Julie walked over to their house at seven o'clock, as usual, just after
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dinner. Her next door neighboor, Dr. Michelle Stevens, was a
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physician at the local hospital, and had moved in to the neighborhood
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only recently. Michelle was still trying to put her life back in order
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following her recent divorce, and had talked to Julie about watching
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over her young daughter, Annette, while she worked extended shifts
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at the hospital.
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This seemed like an ideal arrangement to Michelle, because Julie was
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a piano instructor, and could give Annette lessons for an hour or two
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before she had to be put to bed. Annette loved the piano, and got
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very excited when she first heard that Julie from next door was
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going to come over and teach her to play. At the same time, Julie was
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a musician and needed the money pretty badly, and seemed to
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welcome the company of an enthusiastic little girl who also enjoyed
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music.
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Their routine had become pretty much established since they started
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this arrangement about a month ago: Michelle would take a break
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from her afternoon shift to pick up Annette at school, take her home
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and have dinner, before Julie would show up around seven for the
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piano lessons. Then Michelle would go back to work until her shift
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ended at midnight. Meanwhile, Julie would have put Annette to bed
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around eight-thirty, and would have the rest of the evening to
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herself, reading or practicing the piano or composing some music she
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had been working on lately.
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"Hi, Michelle!"
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"Hi, Julie! Come on in."
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Michelle studied Julie as she walked into the house. She was of
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medium height, and had what one would call "classical" features --
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curved hips, narrow waist, soft, rounded breasts -- one would almost
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say "Rubinesque", but not excessively so. Her face had a rather
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Victorian look to them: large smiling brown eyes, rosy cheeks and
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full sensuous lips. She wore a while cotton schoolgirl blouse, tucked
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into a knee-length white cotton skirt with a narrow waist. About the
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only thing unclassical about her was her hair, which was a rich dark
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brown in color, cut in a longish pageboy style.
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Julie came in and sat down on the couch. She smiled over at Michelle.
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"How's our next winner of the Van Cliburn competition doing ?"
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"Just fine -- she's finishing up brushing her teeth right now.
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Annette! Julie's here!" A small voice could be heard, yelling
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something, and the sound of objects being dropped in a bathroom
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sink, came from the back of the house. Michelle looked down the hall.
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"Annette!...Well, I can't wait up for her -- I'm running late as it is!
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See you all tonight!" Michelle briskly walked out the door and down
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the sidewalk to her car. Just then Julie heard light footsteps running
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down the hall.
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"Hi Julie!"
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Julie watched as Annette came running excitedly into into the room.
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Annette was almost seven years old, though she still exhibited the
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spontaneous excitement that many children have lost, even by that
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age. She was wearing a light pink dress with a white "Alice in
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Wonderland" style apron tied around it, and her long golden hair
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streamed behind her as she flung herself wildly up onto the couch.
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"Wheee!" Annette crawled up into Julie's lap, threw her arms around
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her neck, and gave her a great big hug. "What are we going to play
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tonight ? Can we play Claire de Lune again? I love Debussy! Can we?"
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Julie looked down into Annette's wide, intelligent blue eyes and felt
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herself drawn into the infectious excitement of Annette's little world,
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where everything is new and there is nothing to be afraid of.
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Just once, she thought, she would like to be like that again,
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spontaneous, no fears, no controls... maybe that's what my own music
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is missing. Julie returned Annette's hug, and felt the gentle brush of
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Annette's almost weightless body against the nipples of her breasts,
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which briefly began to respond and then subside again. She felt a
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subtle stirring of emotion and a slight shortness of breath, but the
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feeling vanished before she could grasp its nature. Julie lifted
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Annette out of her lap, plopped her down to the floor, and the two of
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them walked over to the piano to begin their work on Claire de Lune.
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Why were there so few woman composers, she thought. Most of the
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images of women in classical music are seen/heard through the
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eyes/ears of men; Claire de Lune, Girl with the Flaxen Hair, Carmen,
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Brunhilde. What I want is to create my own sound, what it _sounds_
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like to be a woman, or a girl.
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They had been working on the Debussy pieces for several days, now,
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and it seemed like Annette had become enraptured, almost obsessed,
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with some of the sounds and colors of the music. She described one
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musical phrase as "like a kitten rolling into a ball to sleep" and
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another as "red thunder". They were working on the last bit of Clair
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de Lune when the phone rang.
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(end of part 1)
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The Piano Teacher (part 2 of 3)
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"Hello, Julie? it's Michelle."
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"Oh, hi, Michelle. Is anything wrong?"
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"Not wrong, really, but my replacement for the next shift is sick, and
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it looks like I might have to work here through the morning. I was
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wondering if you would be willing to stay with Annette overnight, at
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least until I get back tomorrow morning? I'll pay you for your time,
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of course..."
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"Are you sure you can't find someone else to fill in for you?"
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"No... a lot of the other doctors are away on vacation right now.
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Could you do it?"
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"Sure -- I don't see any problem with it.. I don't have to be anywhere
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tomorrow until the afternoon."
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"Thanks. Feel free to have the run of the place; there's some towels in
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the closet next to the kitchen, and I just put new sheets on my bed.
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"Okay. Thanks."
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"Could I speak to Annette, please? I want to explain all this to her."
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"Sure thing.... Annette ! You mom's on the phone"
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Annette took the phone from Julie and talked to her mother, saying
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"Uh-huh... fine.... okay... alright..... no!..... okay... okay, mom, see you
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tomorrow !" She hung up the phone and said "mom says for me to be
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real good and to do whatever you say."
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"Well, in that case, the first thing is to finish up Clair de Lune!"
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"Okay!"
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After they had finished their piano lessons for the night, Julie took
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Annette's hand and led her off to her little bedroom. First, she
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propped Annette up on her bed and removed her shoes. Then she
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untied Annette's little apron and unbuttoned the dress and pulled it
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up and off Annette's body. Finally, she stood Annette back up and
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knelt down in front of her and gently pulled down Annettes white
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cotton panties. As she did so her hands brushed against Annettes
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little bottom, and she briefly noticed her own breath stopping short
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for a moment. At the same time she saw Annette's legs squeeze
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together a little tighter as she looked down innocently right into
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Julie's eyes. She put Annette into her night dress, and tied the
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ribbons into a bow around her waist. Then she picked her up, and
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put her to bed.
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"Good night Julie"
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"Good night, Annette. Sleep tight."
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She looked back at Annette, already snuggled under the covers, half-
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asleep. That's how I want to feel, she thought. She went out to
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Michelle's bedroom, and after looking through the drawers found a
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small white nightgown. She took off her clothes and pulled the little
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nightgown over her head. She then locked up the house, went to
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Michelle's bedroom, and jumped under the covers. She was thinking
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about Debussy as she fell asleep.
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Julie slowly awoke to a very strange, beautiful sound. It was strange,
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because she had never heard music like it before, but also beautiful,
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because it had _that_ sound... a soft-yet-hard, gentle, feminine sound.
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She really wasn't even sure that it was music at first, because it had
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none of the fixed angular rhythms of familiar music, yet it _flowed_,
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and was cyclical, yet the cycles changed and became something else
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again. She found herself entranced by the sound, yet it sounded so
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familiar. She got out of bed and began to walk out towards the
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music.
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As she walked, she noticed on the edge of her vision that the clock
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read eleven PM, but forgot about it as she approach the living room.
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As she peeked around the corner, there was Annette, sitting on the
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piano bench, playing this wonderful music, seemingly
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extemporaneously. Annette did not seem totally awake either, as if
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she was playing in her sleep. Indeed, Julie wasn't sure if this wasn't
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her own dream, and that she was still asleep in her own bed. She
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continued to hide behind the corner and listen.
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As she listened, the music seemed to be laughter, but not just
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laughter, also crying and silliness and a blend of feelings of such
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intensity that she had forgotten she had had, once, when very young.
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She walked up to the piano, sat down and watched Annette play. As
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she played, Julie began to improvise her own additions, which made
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Annette laugh, and look up at Julie with happy, eager eyes. Their
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hands and arms ran up and down the length of the piano, dancing,
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playing games, and laughing. The skin of Annette's arm would brush
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up against her own and then sometimes Annette's fingers would go
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from a progression on the keyboard to a walking motion on Julie's
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arm, down her breasts, and then back to the piano again. As this
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happened, Julie began to feel that sense of excitement she vaguely
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felt earlier that evening, but she couldn't remember when or where.
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Eventually, they played a finale to their musical piece, that was so
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happy and funny and energetic, that they both fell off of the piano
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stool, laughing and giggling. Tired and both now very sleepy, Julie
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took Annette's hand and walked with her back to Annette's little
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room.
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But this time, just as she was about to leave, Annette held on to her
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arm and asked her to stay a while. Julie was feeling tired, but a light,
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very light playfulness overcame her, and she jumped into the little
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bed with Annette, and snuggled down under the covers with her, as
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they giggled and whispered little jokes. Eventually, Annette cuddled
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up next to Julie, layed her head down on Julie's breasts and started
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falling asleep. As she did, her hand brushed against Julie's nipple,
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which began to become stiff and erect. But now, instead of feeling
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breathless, Julie giggled slightly, cooed, and gently stroked Annette's
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golden Blonde curls. Annette's head turned ever so slightly, and
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Julie's nipple, sheathed in her nightgown, popped naturally into
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Annette's open mouth, which began instinctively to suck, right
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through the cotton cloth.
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(end part 2)
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The Piano Teacher (part 3 of 3)
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Julie briefly pulled Annette' mouth from her breast, inched her own
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nightgown up and over her head, and brought Annette's mouth back
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to her breast. As Annette sucked on her nipple, Julie began to run
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her hand through Annette's hair, over and over, finally letting her
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hand run down Annette's back to rest on the hem of her little
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nightdress. Gently, she began to pull up the cloth of Annette's dress,
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feeling the soft, smooth skin of the back of Annette's thigh, until it
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came to rest on the round of her little bottom. As Julie began running
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the palm of her hand around and around Annette's bottom, they both
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began to giggle and whisper.
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Julie lifted Annette's head slightly and brought it down again on her
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other breast, where Annette once again began sucking hungrily. They
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did this several more times, and on the third time when Julie lifted
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Annette's head up, she looked down at the little girl's big blue eyes
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and brought her lips down to Annette's and began to kiss them, first
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on the outside, and then gradually allowed her tongue to slip in
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between the little girl's lips. Annette liked this game, and began once
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again to start sucking on Julie's tongue, then sticking out her own
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tongue and letting Julie suck on it.
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Julie now had Annette lying directly on top of her, between her
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breasts. While Julie was kissing Annette, she would run both her
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hands down between Annette's thighs, and would gently, very
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gently, spread them apart and lightly drag the very tips of her
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fingernails along the inside of her thighs, which would make Annette
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sigh ever so slightly and spread her little legs even further apart.
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Julie could feel Annette rubbing her little pubic bone against Julies
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abdomen, and finally began bringing her fingers right down between
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Annette's legs and lightly stroking her little pussy. Annette breathed
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in a quick little gasp, then a sigh, and set back to sucking vigorously
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on Julies firm nipples.
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Finally, Julie lifted Annette up, gingerly undid the little ribbons
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round Annette's waist, pulling her little nightdresss off, and gave her
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some perfumed oil to spread on Julie's breasts. This seemed like a
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wonderful game to Annette, who ran her little slippery hands all
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over Julie's body. Julie lifted her up slightly and had Annette spread
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her legs and crouch down over Julies mouth, resting her little pussy
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right up against her tongue, as she continued to run the oil over
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Julies breasts. Julie quickly began sucking on Annette's pussy,
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making her alternately sigh and giggle as Annette squeezed Julie's
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slippery nipples.
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Annette began sliding all around on top of Julies body, allowing her
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pussy to alternative slip back-and-forth over Julies nipples, until she
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slid down and first kissed Julie's navel, then down further and began
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running her hands over Julie's freshly shaved pussy. Finally, urged
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on by Julie's own example, Annette lowered her pouting lips down
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onto Julie wet pink pussy and began sucking excitedly!
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At long last, Julie became so excited that she couldn't control herself
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any further. She poured a handful of the oil onto her hand spread it
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all over Annette's pussy, then lied flat on her back with her legs bent
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and spread apart, pulled Annette up and had her wrap her little legs
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around each side of Julie's right thigh, and sit down between her legs,
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resting with her little pussy pressed right up against Julies. With
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Julie's encouragement, Annette began to play "horsie", sliding her
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pussy around and around and bouncing it up and down against Julies
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own pussy, which was now red and wet and in full blossom. Annette
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herself was now getting visibly excited and was grinding around and
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around with wild, free abandon. Julie brought her finger up to
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Annette's mouth, which took it in and began sucking vigorously.
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Finally, when Julie knew that one more move would throw her over
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the brink, she felt Annette's teeth bite into her index finger, and with
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a little squeal and the sound of Annette giggling and crying and
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laughing at the same time, Julie suddenly felt the white heat rising
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up through her own body, and then looking down at this small body
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writhing in pleasure between her legs, she came and came and came
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until there was nothing left, nothing more that she would ever want,
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ever.
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She put her nightgown back on, left Annette's bedroom, and went
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back to sleep in Michelle's bedroom, the sounds of a new kind of
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music echoing in her ear.
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The next morning she was awakened by the smell of sausages and
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scrambled eggs being made. She went out and saw that Michelle had
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already gotten back, and was fixing breakfast for Annette, who
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looked over sweetly at her and said, "Hi, Julie!"
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Julie suddenly realized that she wasn't sure whether what happened
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last night was a dream or not. She sat down with them, ate breakfast,
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and didn't contribute much to the conversation. She did, however,
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occasionally look out of the corner of her eye at Annette, to see any
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evidence of the reality of her memory. Nothing. And now, she
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couldn't for the life of her remember any of the music that
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mesmerized her last night and was the start of it all. Not a single
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note. What did it all mean?
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She bade farewell to Michelle, and kissed good-bye to Annette (on
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the cheek), again with no noticeable reaction, and then left the house,
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walking down the sidewalk back to her home. And as she put her
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key into the lock of her own door, she could hear down the street,
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very faintly, the sounds of Annette playing the piano. And they were
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unlike anything she had ever heard before, strange, but beautiful.......
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THE END.
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