CHAPTER ONE

She parted her soft lips and closed them over the tip of it, drawing back her head so that her saliva whetted the whole of it. The ebony black end glistened, reflecting the light in the coating of her juices. Her wide, moon-like eyes watched his expression for reaction as he in turn watched her soft mouth move so sensuously on it.

“Good Laura, very good. You are proving to be an excellent student. Treat the clarinet with love, moisten the reed as though it were your lover that you are devouring.”

“Yes sir,” she paused to acknowledge before resuming the display that was stirring his cock into life. She stood before him, like a schoolgirl before the teacher, happy to be the centre of his attention. So very happy to comply with his wishes, she liked him that much. “Like a lover” he had said - him, her very own lover she wished.

“Extra tuition would benefit your playing greatly Laura,” he said, dropping his gaze down to her wonderful slender thighs encased within the tight black leggings that she wore. He sighed wistfully, just eighteen with the body of a much more mature woman whilst retaining that naive innocence that so many students have about them. The exact qualities he was looking for, the sexy little bitch didn’t know it yet but her life was about to change dramatically. Sod the bloody clarinet, he thought and continued mentally planning her recruitment.

“Okay class,” he announced standing. “We’ll break now and start again in twenty minutes.”

Laura liked him very much, Adam Doulton, the new lecturer in woodwind. Four days he had been at the college and already she had fallen for their new clarinet teacher. About forty-eight she guessed he was, always neatly dressed, his handsome rugged face and kindly manner had drawn her to him immediately. She had dreamt of him over the last few days and nights; her nighttimes now were for him and for her in her fantasies. Dreams of running her hands through his thick dark hair, down over his broad chest and then to his stomach. The dreams of him had begun to progress; she no longer stopped at that point, she now moved even lower down his body. She flushed slightly and came back to the present.

“I’d like to take extra tuition, but - you know how it is - money,” Laura answered as she packed away her instrument.

“I do understand,” he said sympathetically. “I was a student myself once. But believe me Laura, you have the potential and the extra lessons would bring you along faster and improve your technique.”

Laura nodded and bent to clip the clarinet case shut. She chanced a furtive glance at the front of his trousers to note the large bulge that pressed against the thin material. Hoping to add to her dreams by remembering the straining bulge of his cock. She flushed and moved away quickly to her morning break when he caught her secretive glance.

What he was like underneath his clothes was just part of her dreams, fantasies of the type that she would never have considered - before she met him.

***

“Well?” Becky asked as they sat down on the low wall outside the dining hall of the campus in the bright sunshine.

“Well what?” Laura countered as she took a huge bite of her prawn and mayonnaise sandwich. She knew full well what Becky was asking and cursed herself inwardly for ever having had confided in her friend about her secret crush.

“You know,” Becky nudged her playfully in the ribs with her elbow. “Old pervert with the one-eyed piccolo.”

“He’s not old,” Laura snapped defensively and then blushed at the swiftness of her response. She munched her sandwich more than was necessary to try to hide her embarrassment. “And he’s not a pervert.”

“He always gets a stiff-on when he’s taking you for the individual part of the lessons,” Becky chided, trying to draw her friend on the subject.

Laura turned to throw her sandwich wrapping in the waste bin behind the low wall, speaking as she turned.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s only been here for four days and why would he take an interest in me?” She tried to deflect her friend’s observation, anxious at the same time to gain confirmation that he did perhaps like her as he always did in her dreams.

Becky drank from the can of coke, rested it on her thigh and looked around her casually.

“I wouldn’t mind playing a piece on his flute myself,” Becky stated giggling.

Anger, perhaps jealousy, rose instantly in Laura. Becky was so tall and blonde, her breasts were large and her figure fantastic. She was every man’s fantasy or so it seemed, they simply drooled over her, Laura had seen it so often. What chance would she have with him if Becky went in at him flickering her long eyelashes as she usually did? Laura felt aggrieved that her friend was even contemplating such a move on him. In the sexual stakes, Laura felt she didn’t stand a chance. She, still a virgin, against the many and varied sexual exploits that Becky had told her of, what hope did she have? Laura’s mood darkened, she sat quiet and hurt. A pregnant silence followed and a few minutes passed before Becky broke it.

“Look Laura,” she said placing her hand comfortingly on Laura’s arm. “He’s too old for me. Too authoritarian and regimental, sir this and sir that, who ever heard of a college lecturer insisting on being called sir? You go get him girl.”

Laura looked up at Becky, the relief all too clear on her face.

“Thanks Becky, you’re a brick.”

“Listen,” Becky said standing and pulling her jeans up high into her crotch. “I have your second-hand clarinet now, so perhaps later I can also have your cast-off men.”

Laura smiled and then laughed; Becky simply couldn’t stay serious for long. Part of their friendship, she thought as they walked into the main block together. They had been firm friends since arriving at the college; they roomed together and shared every aspect of their lives together. No secrets were kept, difficult even if they had wanted to, the small apartment they occupied made even breathing a shared experience.

“God Laura!” Becky spoke in a hushed tone. “The way you licked that reed in class earlier, no wonder the colonel got a hard-on. Every bloke in there had one.”

“Looking were you?” Laura teased smiling.

“You bet your sweet arse I was,” Becky said mimicking a southern American drawl. Both girls collapsed in fits of giggles as they made their way back to the music hall, the loud giggling that the two girls had become known for, echoing in the corridors.

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