Chapter 1

Within a few months of his ninth birthday when Garven Milroy began piano lessons he showed such strong signs of exceptional talent that his parents tried enrolling him with the most sought-after piano teacher in town, Eric Copley. Copley, who had a two-year waiting list, suggested that the young boy take piano from his protégé, Myra Briggs. Though initially unhappy with the lesser choice, the Milroy’s found their son flourishing under the girl’s tutelage. The fifteen-year-old Myra who, within two months had proven to be a godsend, was already blossoming into a mature-looking, attractive young woman. By the age of sixteen Myra had a substantial list of students, but none as talented as her prized pupil, Garven Milroy. When Myra graduated from high school at seventeen, she attended a local university where she started a piano lab class into which she enlisted Garven.

Garven, who was thrilled with Myra as a teacher also fantasized about her, holding up Myra as a goddess who would eventually choose him as her champion. At seventeen, it was clear that Myra would become a stunning female. As her beauty became apparent Garven’s feelings for his teacher intensified. As Myra’s womanly charms developed Garven noticed that she was quoting her music teacher Eric Copley more frequently, making her seem like a disciple. He didn’t understand why he distrusted Copley but he resented Myra’s constant references to the man. After graduating from college Myra became a music teacher at a local high school. She married Doug Cratterfield, who had been the quarterback of their college football team. At eighteen Garven resented that his musical goddess had married a football player he considered an oaf.

When Doug Cratterfield’s Army Reserve unit was activated to serve in Vietnam Nam Garven tried taking ownership of his piano teacher. Myra noticed how he gaped at her more frequently and tried to control their conversations. It came to a head one day when she walked into the music lab that summer day when she was wearing a sleeveless, low-cut top tucked into her tight-fitting slacks. Unaware that the crotch of her pants clung so tightly to her body she followed Garven’s eyes to the spot where they were glued and gave him a stern, “Ahem!” She didn’t mean for her eyes to drift to his groin but when they did, she saw that his bulge indicated something huge. Knowing that the shy, slightly built Garven had never been out with a girl Myra decided that it was time for her favorite student to start spreading his wings.

At that point in Myra’s life, she had been with three males: her husband, a young man she went with during college before she met Doug, and an older man she knew before she went to college. Her first college lover’s endowment was below average. Doug’s was normal. But the older man was immensely endowed. What she saw in Garven’s bulge reminded her of that man, her piano teacher, Eric Copley, who had given her the most sexual satisfaction. Knowing that she had to confront Garven she said, “I know that you don’t mean to make me uncomfortable, Garven, but the way you have been looking at me is quite disturbing and we’ve got to work this out.”

Nancy Butler had been Myra’s since her early teens. She was now attending Corbett University where Myra taught. In her senior year of high school Nancy, who was extremely popular with the boys, came to Myra with a troubling problem, she was pregnant. “If I tell my parents,” Nancy said, “they will force me to marry the boy. But I don’t want him to. And I don’t want to have the baby.” It was a time before Roe vs. Wade, a time when abortions were legal but still hard to come by.

While Myra had been taking piano lessons from Eric Copley, she became sexually involved with him herself and got pregnant with his child. Eric knew a doctor who took care of the problem. As soon as Myra learned of Nancy’s condition, she contacted Copley and asked if he would help Nancy the way he had helped her and he did. His price though was six months of sex with her, which he would exact from Nancy as well. With Nancy’s predilection for sex Myra knew that the girl would not object, and, if she were anything like herself, would enjoy the six-month payback sex with Copley who was an artful lover who knew how to use his large endowment.

Nancy knew Garven. They had both been taking lessons from Myra since they were children. But thinking Garven was gay Nancy had never been physically attracted to him. Having only been involved with more macho guys she had not talked seriously with Garven about anything other than music. But when Myra, her friend, her teacher, and the solver of her problem coaxed her to take the bashful young man under her wing and teach him about sex she said, “For you Myra, I would do anything,” giggling, “But don’t you think this is asking just a little much?”

Through the transom, Myra had heard that Nancy had been implicated in fellating twelve members of the water polo team. With a wrinkled brow, along with a sly grin, she winked, she said, “I understand you are a water sports enthusiast, Myra,” and asked her again.

Taking Myra’s word that Garven wasn’t gay Nancy agreed while feeling as if she were being enlisted as a modern-day Florence Nightingale and said, “He’s such a shy, sweet boy, Myra. I guess it wouldn’t hurt for me to help him out.”

The beginning was quite simple. Nancy and Garven were working on sections of a piano duet for an upcoming recital. “You and Garven will play it as partners. I’ll act as a door guard so you’ll never need fear being interrupted if you know what I mean.”

Nancy made a special effort to get to know Garven. Though he didn’t physically fit the bill for her she enjoyed her chats with him, finding him quite an interesting conversationalist. By the time they started their fourth session, Nancy felt comfortable enough for her to make her move. Because she sat beside Garven while playing, she knew what a passionate musician he was. Because the keyboard obliterated her view of his crotch, she couldn’t see whether he got sexually aroused or not when he played. As a skilled musician, she understood how music could arouse her. When Garven would get into the music, she could see how his breathing increased, even noticing how his nostrils would flare during the height of a moving passage. This day as they sat down, she popped her knuckles as she always did before playing and said, “You are an enthusiastic musician, Garven, I’m impressed.”

Giving her a look of confused interest, he said, “I-I don’t know w-what you mean by that N-Nancy.” He had always thought Nancy was sexy and even fantasized about her while he masturbated. He had heard rumors of Nancy’s sexual activity, though not the one about the water polo team. Though still having a huge crush on Myra, he would often fantasize about Nancy as Myra’s sexual surrogate.

Nancy said, “I’m mean, silly, that it is obvious that passionately written music appears to AROUSE you.”

Though he hadn’t even felt that arousal (it took the music, plus the presence of the soft, warm, and attractive female sitting beside him) he clamped his legs tightly together to hide his evidence of an erection. Knowing that she liked jocks he couldn’t even imagine that she might be interested in him. Passionate, he thought, Why would she be noticing anything like passion in ME? Ever the stickler he said, “Well Nancy, we should probably start practicing.”

Impatient, she said “Garven, “don’t you even REALIZE what a passionate musician you are?”

“We are good together, Nancy. You’re an excellent pianist yourself.”

“I know Garven. But haven’t you felt the passion we generate TOGETHER when we play?”

Not knowing how to handle the question, his face, beet red, he thought, Geez, how can she see that I get hard when I play? The keyboard covers me.

Putting her hand on his leg she said, “You don’t have to be embarrassed, Garv; all of us musicians get turned on when we play. When we play so excitedly, and with such precision, though, I feel your passion.”

Reaching out his hands he struck a chord.

“Don’t Garv. I want you to understand what happens to me during these sessions. And just so you know, it’s not just the piano. It’s the piano and the person who is playing next to me. It’s YOU, Garv.”

The touch of her hand on his leg made butterflies flutter in his stomach. Jesus, what is she trying to do to me? When she kissed his cheek, he thought he should get up and run. When she touched his chin and coaxed his face toward hers, kissing his lips, he turned away. Alarmed, he said, “What if MYRA sees us?”

Like a blade, she wedged her hand between his closed thighs. Coaxing his face toward her again she planted a soft kiss on his lips, her tongue probing his mouth. When she felt his breath surging through his nostrils and his chest heaving, she broke the kiss and whispered, “What I’m saying, Garven Milroy, is that I find you to be an incredible turn-on.”

It wasn’t a total lie. A passionate musician herself, Nancy was turned on by the music. Also, she realized that Garven, though not the he-man type she preferred, Garven was genuinely lovable. Thus, going after Garven’s youthful cherry was a fun adventure. By the time her capable fingers wrapped around Garven’s hard penis through the fabric of his pants the maleness of the young man was all in. While thinking Jesus, at the surprise of his bulk, and I bet he doesn’t even know what he’s GOT here, Myra had been with enough males to know that something of Garven’s size didn’t come along very often. She had experienced it once, with Eric Copeland to whom Myra had introduced her, the one who set up her abortion—the abortion, she thought, and, that marvelous six months of sex.

She knew she would have trouble working Garven’s bulk out of his fly, so she struggled to undo his belt buckle. Fumbling with the top button she zipped him down. Working the bountiful prominence out of the fly of his underpants she looked under the keyboard where she saw the tip of his head touching the underside of it. Astounded, she whispered “Jesus.” It was love at first sight.

When Nancy said, “Turn sideways on the bench,” Garven was an obedient puppy. She slid off the bench, walked around to his side, got on her knees, and took a generous portion of his erect phallus into her mouth. Knowing what would happen, she thought, No time like the present to see what he tastes like. It took only two bobs to trigger his ejaculation. My gosh, she thought, his load is as huge as his cock—THICK TOO. It was so gooey and abundant that she gulped numerous times before getting it down.

Looking up with astonishment, Nancy knew that feigned remorse would be the best thing for the situation. “I’m SO sorry Garven. I don’t know WHAT got into me,” about a pint of cum, she thought with a silent chuckle. “We’d better get straightened up, Garv. I’m sorry. Are you OKAY?”

Just as the buzzer announced the end of the session Garven scrambled to adjust his clothing. As he made a fast exit Nancy followed casually behind. Myra was sitting at her desk as Garven rushed past her, his face as ed as a thermometer bulb. “Good session, Garv?” she asked. Not answering he rushed to the exit door and headed down the hall.

As she walked past Myra Nancy giggled, rolled her eyes, and said, “It was a start ... and a quick finish.” She licked her chops and shrugged. Myra winked as Nancy walked quickly out the door in pursuit of the panicked youth. He was already a long way down the hall.

“GARVEN,” Nancy called, “WAIT UP. We have to talk.” He kept walking fast but Nancy ran to catch up. “WAIT, GARVEN.” He slowed, stopped, and turned. She caught up with him and asked, “Why are you running away from me?”

“I was embarrassed Na-Nancy. What if Myra would have caught us?”

Not blowing Myra’s cover she answered, “It doesn’t matter, Garv. She didn’t.”

“But she COULD have.”

Standing before the flummoxed boy she said, “You’re such a silly, silly boy, Garven Milroy. Why are you afraid of me?”

“I-I...” He didn’t know what to say. He had been playing with himself for so long that it was easier to deal with fantasies in the privacy of his room. He was convinced that no girl would go out with him. And now Nancy, such a dynamite specimen, was making advances... had even sucked my cock, for Christ’s sake. “Why Nancy, WHY?”

Taking his hands in hers she looked him in the eye. “I told you, Garv, since we have been practicing together you’ve been turning me on.”

“But...”

Putting her finger against his lips she hissed, “Shh,” Then went on, “Look, MR. Milroy, you turn me on. I know that I turn YOU on as well. So why are you fighting it?”

Blushing, he blurted, “I just don’t know what to do.”

“But I do sweetie. For better or worse I KNOW what to do. And I want to do it with YOU. And I want to do it NOW.” She raised one of the hands she was holding and put it against her breast. “You liked what I did, didn’t you, Garv?”

She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. Dropping her other hand, she put it against his crotch and fondled his rising dick, and said, “And you like me doing this, don’t you?” He swallowed and nodded again.

Christ, Nancy thought, this is so damned strange. It’s always the boys who have been doing to me what I am doing now to him. She was looking at the befuddled boy and thinking, I have been made love to. I’ve been raped and have sucked dozens of boys’ cocks, just because they asked me to. And I’ve gotta beg this guy? Giggling she said, “I just don’t know what to do with you, Mr. Garven Milroy.”

“I’m such a CREEP,” he said.

In a serious tone, she admonished, “Well, my friend, by the time I get done with you, I don’t think you’ll consider yourself “a creep” ever again.”

Looking at her watch she said, “It is 6:15.” Taking his hand, she talked as she led him. “Daddy is working the afternoon shift. Mom will be leaving to play bridge at 6:30. We’ll go to my house.”

As they walked Garven still couldn’t believe what had happened to him at the music lab. Nancy, this attractive girl who so many at school called “fast,” was taking him home to be “fast” with him. He felt silly asking the question but couldn’t hold it back. “Have you done this with other boys?”

“What do you think?” she answered. It was a question where an answer wasn’t needed. Garven decided to let it go.

The Butler residence was just a fifteen-minute walk from the college. When they turned the corner of her street, they saw a car backing out of the driveway. “That’s Mom going to her bridge game.” She chuckled. “The coast is clear.”