The Vibratory Effect of Piano Music
As a young lady in the women’s auxiliary Ro takes her place in the adult choir. One evening after rehearsal the choir director, Ms. Agnes, watches Ro take off her robes after practice. Though her intimate apparel conceals beneath something about the choir director’s gaze gives Ro shivers, not of fear, but of another sensation, not unpleasant at all.
Ms. Agnes says, “Hey there Rowena. I’ve been watching you blossom as a singer. Your tonalities have improved by leaps and bounds. But there is another learning technique I have in mind for you. This involves tactile learning which, in my experience is the best. I’m going to look the other way and I want you to take off all your clothes. Then I need you to put on only your robes with nothing underneath. I know it sounds strange but you’ve got to trust me.”
“Are you sure this is proper Ms. Agnes?”
“We’re both adults, my dear. You will absorb your lessons at ten times the rate than simply listening and singing accomplishes.”
Ro lifts off her robe, slips out of her dress, and wiggles out of her lingerie. Out of her curiosity and thirst for learning all that religion can offer Ro pulls her robe back over her shoulders as she feels the new sensation of the cotton rubbing her bare breasts.
Ms. Agnes turns around and says, “The next step involves me playing for you, no pun intended. But to give you a better feel for the music I need you to lean on the Baby Grand with only your buttocks touching the wood.” That sounds innocent enough and so Ro complies. Ms. Agnes plays a Mozart concerto and the vibrations make Ro’s bottom tingle like when she tried this on the washing machine during spin cycle back home. Ro’s soft skin palpitates to her rhythms.
“By the look on your face I can tell that you’re really getting into the notes. Now I want you to sit on the piano so that your flower is pressed into the wood directly with only the cloth between you and the spruce while I tickle the ivory.”
“But I’m ticklish.”
“Don’t you want the full experience that music can give you?”
Ro takes her seat on the wood with her orchid placed directly above the soundboard. For this part of their session Ms. Agnes moves from liturgical music to rock and roll. Ro is so ready for this. Ms. Agnes plays Ro long and hard with Ro’s maidenhood feeling the fire like a groupie at a concert.
Pretty soon Ms. Agnes is banging the keys with sound waves which are jarring to Ro’s ears but oh so pleasurable where her rose blooms. The heat makes Ro slick under the fabric. Ro begins squirming like a woman sitting on an outdoor metal seat on a sweltering summer day.
Ms. Agnes hits the keys with a tempo so hard and fast that the ripples penetrate Ro like no man ever has. Ms. Agnes slams the ivory until Ro can no longer contain her pleasure and moans.
“My fingers are on fire and so are you judging by the sound you made. That has to be the most perfect sync of body and sound I’ve heard in all my years as a musician. You may get dressed.”
Our Lady of Perpetual Penance finally gives Rowena something to be unashamed about.
Absolutely superb, and highly original.
My words cannot thank you enough Hj Furl. Gracias. Most grateful for your appreciation of my originality here.
John
Now this is a music lesson that she will never forget. Nicely done.
Fia, mucho gracias mi amiga. Glad you enjoyed this music lesson story. Indeed I think this one is etched in her memory forever. lol
John
Hoi hoi @goldenmyst
I know I’m a bit late, but looking for something else I stumbled across this one.
And I love it.
I’ll be on the look out for other writes by you.
Kind regards, Gus
Thank you so much Gus. Very glad to see you here. Very much appreciated your read of this piece. I had fun writing it. Much gratitude for your visit on this prose.
Kind regards,
John