Chapter 4

EPOV

Once I am situated at my piano bench, I take a deep breath and turn to face that beautiful face. I start thinking about how to make this work, because damn if I would let her walk out now without getting to know her. I begin by asking her why she was taking lessons. She quietly began telling me about Charlie and his worrying about her and her apparent lack of a life. I already knew of all of this of course but it gave me another moment of just being able to drink all of her in. I encourage her to keep talking as I asked her to tell me about her musical interests. Please God, don't let it be something so inane that I can't begin to relate to her. I suddenly had visions of her at a Justin Bieber or Jonas Brothers concert. So when she started mentioning her favorite music I was absolutely astonished. She was talking about The Beatles and Aerosmith. Great classic rock music, now this I could work with. I immediately begin playing Dream On and she is speechless for a moment. I am desperate to keep her talking just hoping to get a glimpse into her soul and to see what ignites passion within her. While I am playing I begin to start asking questions about favorite songs and what emotions the evoke. She said that one of her earliest musical memories were of her mom and how after having nightmares she would come into her room and sing her back to sleep with Blackbird by The Beatles and that she associates that song with comfort. I suddenly switched from playing the Aerosmith tune to playing Blackbird, if she associates that with comfort then that's what she will have, I want Bella to be comfortable. Unsure of quite how to coax her into talking more, I decide to start asking questions that hopefully will give me more insight into her. The first question that popped into my head was one that I was not sure that I wanted an answer to, but being the glutton for punishment I am, proceeded to ask. "Bella, what song was playing during your first kiss? I asked, for just a second there was silence and I dared to look at her hoping that I had not pushed her too far. Shyly she looked up at me under her lashes and barely whispers that she had never been kissed. I stumble, I hope that she didn't catch that, but I know that she had to have heard the mistake. Inside my inner 16 year old that I didn't even know existed starting to do his happy dance, literally demanding that I "man up" and remedy that immediately. I instantly shut him down cold and fight to regain my composure. I start asking more questions, dying to know her just a little better: stupid questions really, for example what did she like when she was feeling rebellious or sad. She started spouting out names like Ozzy or Billy Idol. Then she told me that when she just needed to unwind her go to band is Pink Floyd. That did me in, it was over at that moment. I was afraid that she would think that she had said something wrong and I wanted nothing more than reassure her. I explained to her quietly that I went to sleep almost every night to Dark Side of the Moon. I dared at that moment to take a glance down at her and noticed that blush again. It was so perfect, I swear that if cosmetic companies could duplicate that they would make a fortune. I knew that I had to escape that room and soon. If I didn't I was convinced that I would do something that more than likely we would both regret. I begin muttering some nonsense about not cashing Charlie's check until after next weekend since she really didn't get a lesson and then I really blew it. I gave her a homework assignment, I asked her to keep a list of every emotion she felt that week and to write down a song that she can associate with that emotion and why. How fucking stupid can I get? That has absolutely nothing to do with my teaching her how to play piano. A bright five year old would be able to see through that. My only excuse is that I had to know more.

I stand up and extend my hand out to her in order to help her up. I explain that I have some errands that I had to run and that I would help her find Alice before I left. As we were making our ways to the doors of the room, I couldn't help myself it was an involuntary reaction to her closeness I assume; I caught myself resting my hand on the small of her back while walking. The pull to her was almost magnetic. What the hell is happening to me? I am experiencing things that I have never even imagined before. Once I opened the doors I noticed Alice standing outside them with an absolute shit eating grin on her face. Subtlety has never been her forte and that was never more obvious than today. I made a mental note to kill her when I returned home. I had lied when I told Bella that I had errands to run, but I had to get out of my home. Her proximity was killing me and I really didn't want to embarrass myself. I quickly picked up my keys and my leather jacket desperately wishing that I had something longer to wear in hopes to cover up my ever present problem. I walked to our front door and then I turned to Bella. "What the hell" I mutter and just go for it. I winked at her and as I walk out the door say "Until next week Isabella."

Once outside, I make my way to my silver Volvo, that is parked in the garage. I quickly get in and close the door and just then do I begin to breathe normally again. After some time, I begin to smell the wonderful, rich scent of leather again. I pull out and slowly begin to make my way through the drive, not really knowing where I am going, but for some reason it didn't seem to matter. I turn on my satellite radio and melodious sounds of Bach are playing, but somehow that wasn't what I needed today. I just knew that it needed to be pounding rock today. I use the remote on my steering column to quickly search for what it was that I was looking for. It didn't take long to find and I was instantly smiling when I heard the sounds of Judas Priest Breaking The Law; oh the irony in that. I drive around for about another hour just thoroughly enjoying the music and letting my thoughts wander until a new song came on the radio that instantly reminded me of why I was taking this drive to begin with. "In the midnight hour, she cries more, more, more… when the rebel yells, she cries more, more, more."

I had never been a big fan of that song, but obviously other parts of my anatomy disagree with my brain on that one. I slam on the breaks once I have reached my house, run inside immediately and start climbing the stairs to my bedroom on the third floor, taking them three at a time. Once I reach my bedroom I close and lock the door; literally start ripping my clothes off of my body and am naked before I can even hit the bathroom. I start my shower, turning the water on as hot as it will go and get in. Once under the water I stand there for a moment trying to let the pounding jets and the steam soothe my tense muscles. As a 22 year old virgin, I admit I'm not above such actions, but it has been a while since I have resorted to this. I know if I don't relax some that this will be over before it starts and right now I feel the desire to make this last. Once I feel calmed enough that I won't break something or at least a land speed record, I grab my cock and with just enough force to help release a little of the pressure, start stroking it with both hands. Yeah, I know that I am bragging, but it does take two hands, to get the job done properly. I start off slowly just enjoying the sensation, but then the mental pictures start. Bella on her knees in the shower, stroking me at first just enjoying the feel and the visual; but then she notices the moisture at the tip and can't seem to help herself as she leans over to a take a long, slow, lick of my head. I hear her groaning mmm, and she whispers that I taste so good. Instantly I have my hands fisted in her hair pulling her head down, so that her hot mouth can swallow me. I continue the pulling and pushing of her head demanding that she take all of me in. I feel her swallow around me and I moan. Now she has found her tempo, I get lost in her. Suddenly I feel her tongue swipe the vein that that runs the underside of my cock and then she bites down gently and starts scraping me with her teeth. I know I am about to lose it, but I want more. I realized at that moment, that one of her hands is on my ass helping to push me deeper into her throat, but I have no idea where her other one is. I look down to see and that's when I came undone. She looked up at me from under those beautiful, long eyelashes and blushes, because I see her other hand rubbing her gorgeous pussy, with her middle finger on her clit. She is moaning and writhing in ecstasy now. I know that she's about to come, so I start begging her for it, " please baby, let me see you cum. I want to watch you get yours before I finish". I see her shaking and know that it's time and I see her body spasm and instantly I felt my own explosion, I can feel her swallowing every drop and I almost collapse in the shower. Once I regain my strength I stand back up to finish washing my body and hair. I have no ideal how long I've been in here, but we must have one hell of a hot water tank. I step out and make my way out to my bedroom; reach into my drawers to pull out a t-shirt and a pair of sleep pants as I get dressed, and prepare to make my way to grab something to eat, I notice on the middle of my bed a beautiful, charcoal grey, wool trench coat. On top of the coat is a note that says simply "you're welcome, Alice" With a smiley face drawn on it.