Chapter 5

Ch. 05 song titles

Pines of Rome, Movement 2 trumpet solo (Respighi)

Petrushka, Ballerina trumpet solo (Stravinsky)

An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 05

Mike awoke first on Monday, which surprised him; Melody had promised to wake him up at 6:30. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only 6:05.

Guess her genie alarm hasn’t gone off yet...

Deciding to have a little fun, he rolled onto his side towards Melody, who was laying with her back to him. He spooned his body against hers, being careful not to wake her yet. Her breathing deepened, but she did not stir, and he began to brush his fingers across her nipples. He could tell that this was having the desired effect, now smelling the sweet nectar seeping from her pussy. This, in turn, intensified his morning wood to almost painful levels.

Mike shifted his pelvis lower, brushing his hard cock against her ass as it moved southward. Rubbing the tip against her entrance and pushing himself into her tunnel, her pussy juices began squishing at the introduction of his rod. She was exceptionally tight in general, but especially so from this position. Smiling, it became a game to him, seeing how far he could push himself into her before she woke up. Allowing his cock to slither in a bit further, about two thirds of his total length, he finally heard her breathing change. She was now aware of what he was up to.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“It certainly is,” she replied, repeating his quip from yesterday. As he began to thrust in and out of her at a relaxed pace, she asked, “What happened to me waking you up?”

He chuckled. “Woke up just after six. And apparently couldn’t wait to get my cock into you today.”

Giggling, she replied, “Well, no complaints here. If an irresistible desire to fuck your girlfriend is what gets you up on time, I suppose that’s a burden I can bear.”

As he continued his lazy thrusts, Melody pulled her knees towards her chest to allow him to engulf his full length inside of her. He pushed all the way in, holding himself there for a moment before circling his cock around her pussy. She moaned in delight as he explored every inch of her tunnel.

“I love this position,” she purred. “It’s so relaxing...”

“Definitely. I’m glad I woke up before you. Otherwise, I might not have gotten the idea,” he replied.

Giggling, she said, “That kind of inspiration and creativity can only help your practicing throughout the day, I’d imagine.”

“One can only hope.”

They were quickly discovering this position to be one of their favorites, not only for sexual enjoyment, but also for general intimacy. Even though they were not facing each other, they found that conversations were quite easy to have from this angle. As they continued their lovemaking, they heard voices outside the bedroom window. Mike smiled, recognizing it as Sandra, hustling her kids to the car for school. Sasha’s adorable little-girl voice was unmistakable.

“Sound’s like it’s time for school,” Melody observed. “Her kids are the cutest. I love ‘em ... oh!”

Mike had thrust deep into her again. “That’s why I fell in love with you,” he whispered. As she squirmed, hearing Sasha’s voice caused Mike to wonder something. “Melody, are you able to have children?”

Running her fingers along his arms, she responded, “Of course, although I would only produce human offspring, not jinn. I also won’t ever become pregnant by accident. You would need to wish to impregnate me. Is that what you would like?” She couldn’t help but smile at the turn the conversation was taking.

“Ah ... not right now. I don’t think I’m ready for kids of my own yet, at least not financially. But someday, no doubt.”

Still grinning, Melody turned her head, kissing his cheek as he continued his thrusting. “Well, when that day does come,” she whispered in his ear, “I know for a fact you’ll be an incredible father.”

Mike shuddered as a chill went up his spine. He was surprised at how turned on he was becoming by having the kids conversation.

She always knows what buttons to push.

Deciding it was time for the big finish, he lifted Melody’s higher leg up, allowing him better access to thrust at a much faster pace. Her breathing became more labored as she felt her own climax approaching, and she began to toy with her clit. She brought herself to a manual orgasm before another one began building within her, finally exploding as Mike filled her up with his cum. Satisfied and content, the pair relaxed in bed for a few minutes more, spooning together with Mike’s cock softening inside her pussy.

Mike kissed her shoulder, whispering, “You’re wrong, you know. About me being an incredible father.”

Throwing a confused look over her shoulder, she asked, “What do you mean?”

Grinning, he explained, “Any asshole that can get an erection can be a father. But it takes a real man to be a dad. Getting spit up on, putting Band-Aids on cuts, teaching right and wrong ... that’s dad work. And if I become half the dad mine is, I’ll have done alright.”

Melody now rolled over to face him, his flaccid cock slipping out of her. She gazed into his eyes and ran her fingers through his messed up hair. Its blonde color seemed to shimmer from the light of the sunrise peeking through their bedroom window. Nothing more needed to be said; she saw in his eyes exactly the kind of dad he was capable of being. She hoped and prayed she would have his children, someday.

After another short make out session, the pair got out of bed start the day. A few soapy orgasms later, they had dressed and headed to the kitchen for some much needed nourishment. Mike ate a couple of Pop-Tarts with a glass of milk, while Melody tried some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. She was a bit surprised at first by the extreme sweetness, but soon came to love it and dug in. After breakfast, Mike went to the kitchen, preparing a couple of chicken breasts and some broth in his slow cooker. They would make for excellent quesadillas for lunch. He then relaxed on the sofa, checking emails on his laptop. Mike had not yet received any update from the Maestro on who this mystery panelist would be for his audition on Friday. Figuring he had procrastinated long enough, Mike closed his computer and went to start his first practice session.

Entering the small sunroom at the front of his apartment that he used as his office and practice studio, he began unpacking his trumpets from their cases. For auditions like this, the panel wanted to see not only the candidate’s general skill, but also their versatility. As such, most professional trumpet players had put together quite a collection of instruments for these styles. There was his standard pair of trumpets in B-flat and C, perfect for a wide variety of music, his tiny piccolo trumpet for extremely old music written in rather high ranges, and his more specialized E-flat trumpet, used for a concerto that he knew would be on the audition. In the corner of the room stood a pair of cases holding two of Mike’s favorite horns: his cornet and flugelhorn. Though not typically used in orchestral music, he loved the sounds they produced, and always seemed to play around on them whenever he needed a lift to his spirits for any reason.

His preparations complete, he started his daily warm-ups, working through scales and sound quality exercises before moving to more acrobatic warm-ups. As he played, he started to wonder something.

“Hey, Melody?”

“Hey, what’s up?” came the response.

“Quick question. I’m guessing you would be able to soundproof a room with your privacy powers. Would you be able to keep that soundproofing intact outside of sexual encounters? Say, for a quiet practice studio that would never bother the neighbors?”

She closed her eyes, searching her mind for the answer. “I can,” she replied. “But it would require that we have sex of some sort in that room within one week, or the wish would deactivate.”

“Oh no...” Mike answered sarcastically. “How can you put such HUGE restrictions on me?! I mean, REQUIRING me to fuck my girlfriend in a room just to keep it soundproof?! I guess...”

Giggling, she shot back, “Well, we would need to test out exactly how soundproof the room is, right? Shall I make it happen?”

“Let’s do it.”

Tingle. Flash.

Though the room didn’t look any different, Mike looked over at Melody from within his studio. Her lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear a single word she was saying. Stepping out for a moment, he revealed this to her, asking, “Is it possible to let sound into the room, but not out?”

“So picky,” she replied, sticking her tongue out at him with an impish grin.

Tingle. Flash.

As he stepped back into the room, Melody asked, “Can you hear me?”

Nodding, Mike turned with his back to her and also asked, “Can you hear me?” No response. He thought to her, Could you hear me there?

Nope. Looks like it worked to perfection. Should I put a little fuck session on the calendar for us?

He laughed in her head. Nah, I can be more spontaneous than that.

Ooh, yay... she replied in anticipation.

Chuckling to himself, Mike returned his focus to his audition preparations. Meanwhile, he advised Melody to explore her personality and interests some more. He pulled out his music books and placed one on his graduation present from a few years back: a beautiful wooden music stand made of cherry and mahogany. As he began to work on excerpts, he was enjoying the benefits of his new soundproof practice studio. The small sections of larger orchestral works he was working on were quite loud and bombastic, and the insulated room allowed him to throw himself into the music without disturbing the neighbors. After a few of hours of practice, he could tell an immediate difference thanks to his wish from yesterday about his musical skills. Looking at the audition list, he decided to play one more excerpt before lunch, and pulled up one of his favorites.

The second movement of The Pines of Rome had a gorgeous, lyrical trumpet solo in it. Requiring immense breath control and musicianship, Mike’s performance of it was the deciding factor when he won the job of Assistant Principal a year and a half ago. Beginning the solo, he closed his eyes and lost himself in the music, feeling a new ability of expression. He wasn’t sure if this was due to his previous wish or because of meeting Melody last Friday, but he didn’t care. The sweet melody encapsulated his feelings towards the girl he had named as such, and that’s all that mattered to him in that moment. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Melody sitting on the living room sofa across from him, smiling right at him.

Stepping out of his studio, he asked, “Why the big grin? You weren’t able to hear me.”

“Didn’t have to,” she replied. “The look on your face said it all. You were thinking of me, weren’t you?”

Without a word, he motioned for her to join him in his studio. Seating her in the small folding chair in the corner, he began to play once more, again losing himself in the music. As he finished the solo, Melody was no longer smiling. Her expression was one of amazement, enchantment even. Each day she lived brought new experiences for her with Mike, but at this moment, she felt for the first time as if she was peering into his soul.

“That was ... incredible,” was all she could say.

“I know.”

His smartass remark snapped her back to reality as she giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully.

“You getting hungry for some lunch?” Mike asked.

“Sure am, that chicken smells awesome.”

Mike got to work on shredding the chicken, now juicy and tender, while Melody got out the rest of the supplies at his direction. She watched as Mike coated two soft tortillas with Monterey Jack cheese, filled each with a layer of chicken, and finished the concoction with another coating of cheese. Placing a tortilla on top of each one, he set the stove eyes to medium heat and began to cook each in a skillet. As the bottoms began to turn golden, he flipped each of them over to finish cooking both sides. Once they were done, he separated them onto two plates and cut each into slices with a pizza cutter.

“Oh, wow! This is yummy!” Melody gushed, taking her first bite.

“Yep, and there’s plenty of chicken left over, so this should feed us for lunch for at least a couple of days.”

The couple sat on the sofa to relax for a bit, turning on the local news for background noise. Turning to Melody, Mike asked, “So what did you do this morning?”

“Let me show you,” she said, reaching for Mike’s laptop. Pulling up the web browser, she typed in an address, pulling up a site entitled “Melodious Photography.”

“Your photography website you mentioned?”

“Yep, now operational and open for business,” she beamed.

Slack jawed, he said, “Wow, I thought that was just a cover story?”

“You’d be surprised how far my free will has allowed me to stretch the rules of blending in to modern society,” she explained. “After all, with you wishing for me to be an equal partner and, I can only assume, a modern woman, it’s only right that I find a way to be that ideal woman and earn a living. Also, not having any way of supporting myself after moving from Houston to start a new life could raise suspicion and threaten our anonymity.

“To that end, it only made sense to create my own small photography business, using the portfolio website as a starting point. Besides the website, I was able to generate everything necessary for running such a business. So far, that includes genuine photography skills, a cellphone to set up jobs, a legally registered car for travel, driver’s license, and, of course, all necessary photography equipment.”

“Wait, you were able to create a cell pone and a car?!” Mike marveled.

Melody giggled. “Yep, since they’re necessary for blending into modern society,” she replied, pulling an iPhone 6 out of her back pocket. “I’ve also connected to several forms of social media: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. These increase my ability to actually find work, plus they’re free with an email address, so magic wasn’t required to set them up. I also reached out to Ashley to start making contacts with people who need a photographer at a good price. Wedding season is coming up after all.”

Nodding, Mike then inquired, “Now I’m curious. What kind of car does Melody Roberts drive?”

“Something practical and inconspicuous was my goal,” she responded. “After checking reviews of current popular models, I decided on a 2014 Honda Accord.”

“Good choice. I almost went with that over my CR-V. So, is it parked outside right now?”

“Yep. I doubt it would raise suspicion, as big as your apartment complex is. And if we were to have met online and just now decided to move in together, it would make sense that I’d start keeping my car here.”

Shaking his head in amazement, Mike took her hand. “Melody, I can’t tell you how proud of you I am. Not only that you want to earn a living, but also with how far you’ve come in exercising your free will. I know that you love me, and that you’re programmed to love me unconditionally, but this has got to be the most touching gesture you’ve made. You want to make sure I’m not taking care of you with whatever money I happen to earn; you want to contribute to that. I appreciate it. A lot.”

She smiled, feeling his genuine admiration for her efforts. “Thank you. I had hoped you’d be pleased. Wanna take a ride in my car? We still need to go by the apartment office for those errands you mentioned.”

As the couple walked out of their apartment, Melody carried a small purse containing various things a woman of her age would have with them: a wallet, ID cards, some Tic Tacs, and a little makeup. She pulled out a car key, attached to a small key ring with a trumpet charm and her apartment key, and hit the unlock button. Climbing into the car, Mike noticed the lack of new car smell. Melody explained that she had bought the car in Texas last year, and a new car smell would make that story less plausible.

Entering the leasing office, Mike began to fill out the papers adding Melody as an authorized signer for packages and mail. He was glad the leasing company didn’t see this as odd. She was able to produce photo ID, and Mike had never been late on his rent, so they weren’t going to raise a fuss over one of their best tenants moving in with his girlfriend.

Their errand complete, Mike and Melody headed back home. Mike spent the rest of the afternoon continuing his audition prep, while Melody tried out some more of his video game collection. Settling on The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, she started a new game from the beginning and was soon engrossed in the story and characters, losing all track of time. By the time Mike finished work for the evening, she had been playing for over four hours. Mike laughed, reassuring her that this was not uncommon; he often found himself immersed in a Zelda game for hours on end as well. As they began to check out ideas for dinner, Mike’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Mike! Robert Spano here.”

“Maestro! Good to hear from you.”

“We’ve put together the audition schedule for this Friday. Each of the five candidates will have a one-hour audition and interview. Yours will be the final one of the afternoon, starting at 3:00.”

Writing the information on his notepad, Mike replied, “Three PM, got it.”

“Great. As you know, two of the panelists will be Jessica and myself. I’ve also received confirmation less than an hour ago that the final panelist will be Philip Smith.”

Stunned, Mike could only respond, “Wow ... Philip Smith?”

“Yep. He’s an excellent judge of talent and potential, and I’ve worked with him before. Anywho, any further questions you had for me?”

“Uh, no sir. I’ve got everything I need.”

“Excellent. We’ll see you Friday then!”

“Thanks. Take care.” As he hung up the phone, Melody looked at him inquisitively. “That was my boss, the Maestro. The three-judge panel for my audition has been set, and one of the judges is going to be ... Philip Smith.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s pretty much the greatest trumpet player in the world right now. His sound, expression, and knowledge are unrivaled in professional music. Not to mention that he’s kinda my hero. I’ve tried to emulate him in every aspect of my career. Honestly, it’s intimidating thinking about being on that stage with my promotion in his hands.”

Melody kissed him for several long seconds, calming him down from his adrenaline rush. “This is a fantastic opportunity for you,” she said. “But don’t forget that Philip Smith is, ultimately, just a man. Like any other, he can be impressed. As long as you don’t view him as some giant monster, you’ll do brilliantly out there.”

Sighing, he replied, “You always know just what to say.”

After a casual dinner of frozen chicken tenders and instant mashed potatoes, the pair settled onto the sofa, continuing their movie streak with The Empire Strikes Back. As with the previous installment, Melody was sucked in right from the start. She loved the ice battles on Hoth, and came away impressed with the growth Luke’s character started showing from the whiny farm kid in the first film. Mike watched her face intently as the movie approached its climax. She jumped and squealed as Luke and Vader fought their epic duel. Brought almost to tears as Luke’s hand was cut off, those tears were halted by the shocking revelation of Vader as Luke’s father.

“No. Fucking. WAY!”

Mike chuckled next to her all the while, enjoying her reactions to a film that he considered to be one of the greatest ever made. As the credits rolled, she was again hyped and excited, ready for the next installment. Assuring her that all her questions would be answered, Mike still refused to give anything away, bringing out Melody’s pouty face, to no avail. The pair spent the rest of the evening playing Call of Duty, dominating quite a few online matches before deciding to head to bed around 11:30. A short time later, both were passed out in orgasm-induced comas.

Tuesday brought more of the same. Waking up horny, a hot shower together, they were becoming as natural to them as breathing. Through it all, none of it grew boring or monotonous; Mike still gazed on Melody with as much love as the moment he fell in love with her. As he worked through his morning practice session, Melody continued setting up her photography business and managed to land her first job, filling in for a sick student photographer for a basketball game at the local college in two weeks. She bounded into Mike’s studio, bouncing in pure giddiness at her first job as a professional photographer.

As the day became night, both called their work done for the day, and finished the original Star Wars trilogy over a dinner of frozen lasagnas. Return of the Jedi was a lot of fun for Melody from start to finish. She marveled at how strong Luke had become, rewinding the movie to re-watch the scene where he mind tricked his way into Jabba the Hutt’s palace. She also grinned with contentment as she watched Vader, now mortally wounded from saving his son’s life, find redemption in his last breaths.

Turning to Mike, she asked, “Didn’t you say there are three more of these?”

“Yep,” he responded. “As far as films go, they aren’t as good as the three we’ve seen here, but the story they tell is important, and fills in some of the blank spots from the original trilogy.”

Passing the rest of the evening by watching NCIS reruns, they soon started fondling and making out on the sofa. Eventually, they returned to their favorite position, beginning to have sex while spooning on the sofa. Thanks to a few stamina wishes, they we able to leisurely make love throughout the evening before retiring to bed content and relaxed.

Wednesday began with their now familiar morning routine, though Mike also felt a little celebration was in order for Melody’s first job, and drove them to Waffle House for breakfast. Melody took quite a while to decide what she wanted from the enormous menu. Finally deciding on a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with a side of hash browns, Mike got his traditional waffle with a side of scrambled eggs. After arriving at home, Mike procrastinated a bit with news and social media, though he still made mental runs through his music all the while. Around 10:00 in the morning, as he was about to begin practicing, he heard a knock at his door.

“Braxton! Time for a fire drill! Open up!”

He recognized the voice as Stuart McKay, the principal tuba player from the ASO. Turning to Melody, Mike asked her to slow time.

“Melody, some of my friends are here. It sounds like they want to help me in my audition prep. I don’t want to sound mean, but having my new girlfriend here would only distract them. Is there any way you could, ya know, not be here for a little while?”

Giggling, she replied, “You mean like this?” In an instant, she vanished before his eyes. And don’t worry about a thing. I will never be mad at you for needing to give your friends the proper attention they deserve. And, of course, I’m still only a thought away. A quick kissing sound in his head, and time reverted to normal.