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    Pianist

    Her tall slender form crouched down with passion when the music did a crescendo, then straightened when the melody did a decrescendo into a soft tune.

    Her fingers moved with agility. They had a life of their own. They were long and slender. They moved across the white and black keys of the piano as if they had memorized every single crook and crevice of the beautiful instrument.

    I moved closer to the stage in a trance. My feet moved naturally in step with the common time rhythm, that was controlled by the emotion of the piece. That’s when she turned her gaze towards me, her fingers still moving expertly over the piano.

    Our eyes locked, my breath went away. I had never seen a gaze so intense in my entire life. My heart was pounding. Her eyes told a story, just like the melody she played on the kiss.

    Then I heard the last chord. The strong tonic that ended the song with a bang. People all around the café applauded but I couldn’t move an inch. Tears were rolling down my cheek and my jaw was dropped in awe. She stood up, so gracefully and took a small bow.

    Our eyes met again and she walked off the stage towards me. My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone in the room could hear it.

    She stopped right in front of me with an unbelievably irresistible smile.

    She only said two words to me and we left the café hand in hand. She said, “I’m Bette.”

    I don’t even remember telling her my name, I just uttered it out when I grabbed her hand and guided her out of the place.

    Next thing I know we’re in my dorm room. My body pressed against the door and hers firmly against mine. Her lips moving softly with mine. Our tongues battling together anxiously.

    My chest was heaving as I pushed Bette backwards towards the bedroom.

    We stumbled over my music books on the floor as we landed on the bed. I climbed on top of her, kissing her desperately.

    “Mmm,” she moaned as I started unbuttoning her shirt, “you’re a musician?”

    I moved my lips to her throat as I slipped her shirt off of her, “yeah, composition.”

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    Comments

    1. I’m normally a silent reader but i just finished reading this chapter and i want more… Love this story and it’s just the first chapter XD ps. if this comment appears two times it’s because im having computer problems

    2. Hey TiBetter24, What an intense and awesome beginning to a story. There was passion and lust galore! I loved it all. The connection between Bette and Tina was immendiate and powerful. It was as if the music possessed the gals until they consummated their relationship. I really can;t wait to read more. I do love the honesty you have captured here. Fabulous. Many thansk from Your Loyal Fan.

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