Only one thing made piano and organ lessons worthwhile. I hated the piano and organ, I hated music, I hated recitals, and I hated practicing. But, I loved the lessons, because I loved Miss Bailey. She was my first love. I’d been going to her since before I was six years old. Now, at fourteen, I gotta admit, I was pretty good at playing the piano and organ, both, although I hated them. I just went because of her. If I had some crusty old white-haired broad for a teacher, I would have thrown a fit and refused, flat-out refused to go. But I loved Miss Bailey. She was truly fine. She was small, and kinda old-fashioned ... but I loved her. She has long dark hair, which she usually keeps in a braid. She wears glasses, and I think they just made her look prettier. She has a beautiful face, and a cute nose, and two bright blue eyes. Her lips are fat, and ... probably ... kissable. I don’t know much about kissing, ‘cause I haven’t yet had the nerve to kiss a girl yet. Plus no girls around here seem to like me. Back to Miss Bailey. She always wears bright red lipstick, and it makes her very ... appealing. She has really nice ... breasts, if I may ... and nice long legs, even though she’s fairly short. I am actually taller than her, and I’ve just started growing.
Anyway. I loved her since before I can remember, but I loved her from a distance, as a student should. I would never have been brave enough to say anything to her ... before what happened ... happened. On that fateful day, my Mom and Dad got their wires crossed, and my dad had to rush me across town to Miss Bailey’s, and then hurry off to pick up my mom from the school. Because of the way it happened, the timing of it, I was a good thirty minutes early. I figured I’d do what I usually did when I was a little early, go on in, and sit in her living room until she was ready for me. She let us kids do that, she told us to come on in, and to be quiet, so we didn’t disturb the lesson of the person before us. I could do that. I had a book to read. I could do that.
As my dad drove away, I went up the steps, into her house. Miss Bailey lived by herself, in an old Victorian in the nice part of town. She must have made a pretty good living, giving piano and organ lessons. She drove a nice car, and always dressed in new, fashionable clothes. More than once I’d heard my mom talking her down, calling her “Miss Priss” and stuff like that, but I knew my mom was just jealous. Well ... Miss Bailey was a bit Prissy. But I love her anyway. I don’t care if she’s fifteen years older than me, I love her.
Once, after football practice, Todd Wilmont did the funniest thing, in the showers. He grabbed his weenie, and started rubbing it. It did what mine does sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, it got all stiff and hard, and he kept going, and some white stuff squirted out of it, and he sighed all happy like. Some of the other guys did it too, but I was too embarrassed. That night after I went to bed I tried it, though, and it worked like a charm. It felt so good I loved it, and I’ve done it every night since. Ever since that first night I thought of Miss Bailey when I did it, and it made it really special, and I think it’s just made me love her even more.
I did the craziest thing once, when I was at her house, waiting for my lesson. I got there early, as I often did, my Mom dropping me off. I quietly went into the living room, to wait for her to get done with the student before me. Heh, that’s a funny story, in itself ... Elbert McWitt is before me, and he’s the worst piano student ever. He’s a senior, and he’s a quarterback, and he’s good at football. He sucks at piano, though, I have no idea why he wastes his time or his parent’s money. Anyway, he’s so big the guys don’t make fun of him for taking piano lessons like they do me. He’s stomp their butts into the ground.
Anyway, back to my ... confession. I went into the living room to wait. Her piano and organ are in the parlor, in the front of the house. My dad had picked me up from school, and for some reason that day, I really had to pee. I went down the hallway to her bathroom, and silently shut the door. I was excited just to be in the room where she took her bath, and I pulled aside the shower curtain, and peeked in, thinking, this is where she is naked. That really excited me, and I had to stop and hurriedly pee, because I know it’s hard to pee when you get ... excited, and I was getting just that, thinking of her naked.
As I turned, something caught my eye. In the corner was the dirty clothes hamper. I drew a trembling breath. Could I be so lucky? I approached it and lifted the lid. Sweet jeezus, I thought. There, on top, in plain view, was a pair of her ... well, my mom calls them bloomers, and my sister calls them panties. Miss Bailey’s used panties. I reverently fished them out, and stood there, in shock. After a moment I dared to raise them to my face, and smelled her odor. It was intense, and I had to stop and re-arrange my weenie, which had gotten painfully hard. I pressed the panties to my nose again, and breathed in her wonderful scent. After a moment I examined them closely, there was a slight stain in the crotch of them, and a tiny brown streak in the seat. I was so much in love I almost wanted to scream. I know what she smells like, I told myself, now I know what she smells like.
I knew I couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever. I slid the panties in my pocket, the pocket on the other side from where she’d sit, during my lesson, and exited the room. I was on cloud nine. My lesson was difficult, I couldn’t concentrate, with her sitting right there beside me. I kept remembering the intimate smells of her body and thinking of what was in my pocket. I hoped she didn’t notice my ... excitedness, and I hoped she wouldn’t miss the panties that evening. She gave lessons all day Tuesday, and half a dozen other guys went through her house that day. It could have been any one of them.
Her panties are still one of my most treasured possessions, although sadly, her scent has faded. I still check her bathroom occasionally, but I haven’t gotten lucky again. Well, I haven’t gotten lucky until what happened ... happened.
I was eager to read the book I’d brought. Ralph Everhardt had loaned it to me, and told me the good parts were underlined. It was about a man and woman stranded on an island, and he said there were “good” parts to it. I knew what he meant. He meant sex stuff. Sure enough, it was engrossing ... and stimulating. I was anxious to read more of it, though I had to hide it from my parents. I figured I’d do well to hide it from Miss Bailey, too, I didn’t want her disappointed in me, because I was reading smut.
Anyway, I went inside. Oddly, the house was silent. Usually Elbert was pounding away at the keyboard, hitting every wrong note he could find. He was a really bad piano player, I just can’t say it often enough. The silence today was a blessing.
It was quiet, in the house. I made my way into the living room, and got ready for a little quiet moment with my book. The house was silent except for a strange noise. A repetitive slapping noise that seemed kinda loud once I noticed it. Then, weirdly, I heard what sounded like a dog or something make a long groaning noise. How strange. Then a smaller quieter girlish-sounding groan. The slapping kept up all through it. What the heck? I thought.
I stood in the center of the room, and listened with all my might. The noises were coming from the hallway. I slowly, quietly moved in that direction. Once again, I heard what sounded like a female moan. Someone sounded like they were in pain. I wondered if Miss Bailey was alright. What if she had fallen or something? She could be hurt and laying on the floor. And where was Elbert? Was he even here? I didn’t see his books or his bag in the living room. Maybe his stuff was in the parlor, where the piano was. Or, maybe he wasn’t here at all. Maybe he’d missed his lesson today.
I heard the low groan again, and the higher girlish sounding one. What the heck, I thought. I needed to find out what was going on, just to make sure everybody was okay. I might be a hero, before this was over.
I stealthily moved down the hall, peeking in each door. At the end, I got the surprise of my life. The door was open, maybe an inch. She was in there. And Elbert was there, too. All I could see of him was his naked buttocks, his pants were pulled all the way down his legs. Miss Bailey was laying on her stomach on her bed, her dress pulled up over her back. Her panties were hanging from the heel on her right foot. He was ... and I’m going out on a limb here, and saying the worst word I know, a word I’ve never dared to speak out loud before ... he was fucking her. Having sexual intercourse with her. Vigorously. He was pounding her hard, her whole body was shaking every time he slammed into her. That slapping noise I heard was his legs, hitting her thighs.
I just stood there, peeking in the door, with my mouth open. I was hypnotized. I’d heard about this, before, but I’d never seen it, I’d never even seen pictures of it being done. I’d seen naked girls before, in Playboy, but I’d never seen ... sex. Sadly, I couldn’t really see Miss Bailey like I wanted to. She still had her blouse on, and Elbert was in the way of my seeing her ... girl parts. I badly wanted to see her, though. Bad.
.... There is more of this story ...