Bette’s fingers ran over the piano fast as it played the sixtet chromatic scales laid out in Franz Liszt’s piece. Her fingers moved with ease, with a life of their own. Her eyes scanned the music on the stand of the piano and her body moved with every expression. Sometimes she closed her eyes and really felt the music. It was the perfect moment. Shane had done amazing job on my male cut wig, and she had taken me shopping with her transgender friend Max to buy baggy, but stylish jeans, as well as a plaid, sleeveless shirt that hid my breasts well.

When Bette and I walked off campus to her car, no one looked twice at us like they normally did when they saw a lesbian couple and the people who knew Bette was gay were really confused to see Bette holding hands with a "man."

I had been adjusting the strap on to my hips and covering it with my jeans when Bette decided to play a Liszt etude. I waited until she finished the amazing piece before I strode towards her and started kissing the back of her neck.

She shivered and smiled. I ran my hands over her waist and thighs as she sighed. "Get on the piano," I purred closing the lid of the piano.

Bette trembled, "I’ve never…on a piano."

"I expected a pianist to have done that," I said smirking.

"Have you ever done it on a singing stage?" Bette challenged.

"No comment."

Bette turned to look at me, "really?"

"Like I said no comment," I said smiling, "now get on the piano."

Bette gulped and nodded. Standing up slowly she lifted herself on the piano so her back was lying on the piano and her hips were hanging over the keys. I had purposely had her wear a short skirt with no underwear.

I wrapped her legs around my waist and slowly unzipped my jeans. She was trembling in fear so I hesitated.

"N-no Tina, I need you to do this," Bette said her voice cracking in nervousness.

I nodded and reached into my pants to pull out the dildo which was more thick than it was long. I heard her whimper and I knew she saw the toy.