The Missing Piece of a Piano By: Sean Roberts
Author's note: All feedback is very much appreciated. Please send to seanr_13@yahoo.ca
Bar 16
Daniel is suddenly fascinated by her legs. The way they bend and curve until the point her underwear prevents his eyes or his touch from going any further. The simple act of her removing her pants has just told him so much. Smiling, she lies on the ground, her head against the roots of a tree. One of her knees is in the air and the other is stretched straight out. Daniel pulls off his shirt and touches the top of her right knee with his lips while he holds on to the two sides of her thigh.
Once she is naked she opens herself to him. She wants nothing from his body except to feel it inside her and to press her soft lips against the tips of his fingers which turn him into the brilliant music maker that makes her love him.
Her breasts are round and firm. He cups one of them in his hands and squeezes lightly. Every inch of her body now has his full attention. He touches and tastes everything. Her soft nipples in his mouth excite him even more--especially when they become hard from his touch. He is fascinated by the girl who has won his heart.
Finally he kisses her lips. Their eyes close they taste each other, the textures of their lips and tongues creating a need for each other that neither will be able to give up.
And then he enters her, slowly. There is now a feeling he never got from Keith. The wetness in between her legs is inviting. He can feel her warmth and he doesn't want to pull out but he does it anyway, slowly. He watches her face for any clue as to what to do next. When he sees the beginnings of a smile he goes in once more.
He goes slowly and doesn't push hard. Despite the cool breeze they are both extremely hot. Faye runs her fingers down his arm, outlining the curves of his muscles. He moves his hand up one of her legs, feeling the tightness of her muscles. He knows she is hurting. Once again he opens his eyes but cannot see the pain in her expression. She is smiling now. Though it hurts she loves the feeling she gets when he is inside her.
The sounds of their lips as they kiss, now more passionately, excite him even more and make him speed up. He kisses her one final time before the orgasm. She knows what is happening and her face transforms into a smile because she can feel his pleasure inside her. A furious kiss when he is finished. And then she takes his hand, after kissing it one last time, and places it where she needs it in order to come herself.
No more words. They do not communicate even with body language. After what they have just done they need only to hold each other, to be with each other silently. But they are teenagers who live with their parents and there is nowhere they can do this.
Daniel drives back to his place, where they go into the music room. They sit at the piano to play the Chopin--Daniel with his left hand and Faye with her right. Their legs touch and his right arm is around her.
It was her who suggested the piece. Not because she wants to bring back painful memories for Daniel but because she knows that it is the only piece into which all of his passion and energy go when he plays it.
Half way through, his parents, in robes over their pyjamas, stand in the doorway. Daniel and Faye do not notice them until the piece has finished. Daniel's mother tells them it was beautiful.
He drives her home. He walks her to the door and then sits in his car. He doesn't start the engine. He stares at the front door of the house that she has just walked through, knowing that she is safely inside.
He imagines her dressing herself in soft pyjamas, climbing into bed. She is warm but she covers herself tightly with the comforters because she wants to feel something around her. He knows she thinks of him as she falls asleep.
For him, sleep this night comes much more easily than he thought it would after doing something like this. But it comes easily because he has no worries. He thinks not about what they have done but about her--the touch of her fingers and the taste of her lips. He wakes in the morning with a smile on his face.