Everyone Loves Cello and My First Time

By Ginger Starr

Two ultra hot short stories for men, women and couples, featuring M/F, F/F and group scenes. All characters depicted are unrelated and consenting adults, 18 or over. For readers 18+ only:

Everyone Loves Cello: Ann is a hard working single mom who finds escape one hour a week in the Maestro's studio. Under his instruction, she rediscovers both her creativity and erotic joy.

"The hairpins holding my messy bun clattered to the floor as I shook my head and let my hair flow over my shoulders and down my back.
“Meerjungfrau”, the Maestro whispered.
I stopped in my tracks. Was that a compliment? His eyes flashed with hot lust, so I figured it couldn’t be all that bad, even if my wild emotions and wilder hair did make me wonder if I looked like a witch.
Randomly, I suddenly remembered a school field trip to Salem, Massachusetts. In almost every gift shop was a bumper sticker for sale that read: WITCH: Woman In Total Control of Herself.
And I was in control. I felt completely happy, even ecstatic. I couldn’t believe I had reached my thirties without figuring out that truly submitting to someone could only happen if I felt totally secure. I laughed again, loud and free enough to make any broomstick-flying pagan proud.
The Maestro looked surprised. “I called you a mermaid. What did you think I said?”
A mermaid. No one had ever called me a mermaid, a siren, a seductive creature who could lure men to the depths of the sea. At that moment, I felt like the sexiest woman alive. I ran my hands through my tresses and then traced them over my breasts and down my stomach."

My First Time: Kim may look like every redneck's fantasy of the girl on his mudflaps come to life, but she's determined to save her virginity till marriage. That doesn't mean a good girl can't learn a few tricks from a bad boy rock star!

"Morning”.
His low sexy voice sent chills through me.
“Good morning!” I squeaked, trying my Doris Day best to be bright and chipper.
I heard Amy’s bed creak as his feet hit the floor. A second later, he was leaning in her doorway behind me. It would have been too rude to ignore him and scuttle into my room, slamming the door, I reasoned. Slowly, I turned around.
He was shirtless and the way he stood with his arms casually crossed against his chest, made his biceps bulge.
A trail of thin curls traveled from his navel, down his flat stomach and disappeared beneath the low waistband of his black jeans that, at least, he had the courtesy to throw on before greeting me.
I tried to look away before he noticed my staring, but no such luck. Giving me a devilish grin that could have been patented under the name, “The Virgin Slayer”, he hooked a thumb around his belt loop, to expose an even greater amount of smooth flesh around his chiseled hipbone.
He placed one foot on the doorway behind him and scratched his stubbly jaw.
“Getting ready for church?” he drawled lazily.
“Yep!” I hastily replied. “How about you?”
I regretted those words even before seeing his response, which was a huge yawn.
“Nope, just on my way to the john.”
“Alrighty then!” I chirped, again, feeling like a dumbass.
He turned to walk to the open bathroom door and stopped.
“Whoops", he mumbled.
I knew he spotted the magazine and that he realized I had seen it too. Wanting to spare him any further embarrassment, I tore my gaze from his broad shoulders and muscular back to disappear in my room.
“Uh, my bad”, he muttered. I made the mistake of turning to wave my hand, as if to say, no biggie, and saw him in the bathroom with the magazine in hand as he stared straight at me. Instead of appearing sorry, the force of his gaze could have burned off my pajamas."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginger Starr Publishing
• Release date: Mar 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458120137

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Everyone Loves Cello and My First Time by Ginger Starr

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Copyright 2011 Ginger Starr

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Everyone Loves Cello

That’s it. Your thighs are spread apart, but close around the instrument to let the vibrations move through you. Can you feel it?

Oh, you have no idea, I thought, as I attempted to discreetly wipe the perspiration above my upper lip and ignore the wetness between my legs.

Don’t lift your hands, my amazingly hot instructor ordered in his stern baritone. Who would ever guess a guttural German accent could be so erotic?

Here, like this.

Kneeling, he encircled my waist with his right arm and pressed his long aristocratic fingers over mine to slowly glide the bow over the strings. As he did, I closed my eyes and leaned back to inhale his intoxicating scent of pipe tobacco, wool and butter rum candy.

Yeah, I know. Butter rum candy is sexy only if you have a grandpa fetish, right? Like next I’m going to say how turned on I was by how he wore his pants under his armpits so that when he sat I could see his sock garters.

Maestro Werner, with his shock of thick shoulder-length silvery blond hair and moth eaten sweaters, may not have been every sexually frustrated single mother’s fantasy, but he starred nightly in mine. His intense concentration and rapturous expression when he listened to beautiful music-not mine, of course, I hadn’t played the cello since high school-simply thrilled me.

I had only taken up lessons again to bring back a little creativity to my life and to escape, if just for an hour a week, from any responsibility or obligation. In his dark wood paneled studio lined with shelves of books and music scores, I wasn’t anyone’s mom or ex-wife. I was just Ann, alone with a man I found irresistible, joined together to create music that stirred my soul and senses.

That meant, however, that good and sensible me had to always place the vision of suddenly pulling his zipper down with my teeth firmly out of my mind. Instead, I thought about the dire consequences of such a rash action. He could jump back in horror and I would die of shame, not to mention lose the one thing that keeps me centered enough to survive the rest of my week.

But that day, I could feel his body heat caress my neck and shoulders. The room was warmer than usual, it being the first real