The Tchaikovsky Affair (5 page)

“I’m sorry,”
Jackie mumbled against Shannon’s shoulder.

Shannon
laughed. “Oh, it’s fine. I wasn’t really in love with her. Of course, my naïve 19-year old self thought I was and that the world had ended. I suffered through a period of depression and my grades slipped so dramatically that I lost my scholarship. My parents had always been relatively supportive of my chosen path, but didn’t quite understand it. When I lost my scholarship, they begged me to take a more traditional route and become a doctor or a lawyer, but I said I had to follow this through. They refused to pay for my last two years at Juilliard, so I had to take out exorbitant loans, which I’m still paying off. It was then that I vowed never to let someone come in between me and my success. I haven’t had a really serious relationship since then.” Shannon paused and took a shaky breath. “I know you’re not Stella, but I’m having the same intense feelings of passion that I had for her, and it frightens me. I can’t let myself go down that path again.”

Jackie
nodded, understanding the fear entirely. Though not entirely happy with the end result, she was grateful that Shannon had felt comfortable enough to open up to her.

After a moment,
Jackie asked cautiously, “Shannon, do you like playing the violin?”

Shannon
shifted to look sharply at Jackie, affronted. “Of course I do!”

Jackie
shook her head. “Do you love playing the violin?”

“I…I used to,”
Shannon conceded. “Somewhere along the way, I guess it became more about achieving success, to prove to myself, to my family, that I could.”

“I understand being frightened,”
Jackie said finally. “I’m scared, too, but you can’t live your life afraid to take risks. I’m not here to ruin your career, and I think it’s obvious that we are both pretty dedicated to our instruments.”

“Thank you,”
Shannon spoke softly. “I really do care about you, Jacinta.”

“I know, I do too,”
Jackie replied, placing a gentle kiss on Shannon’s lips.

When they pulled back,
Shannon began to move out of Jackie’s arms. “Well, I guess I should go…” she began.

“Don’t be ridiculous,”
Jackie interrupted. “It’s late, just stay here. I’ll behave,” she finished with a wink.

Shannon
smiled gratefully and relaxed back into Jackie’s strong arms. She was exhausted from a long week of rehearsals and hadn’t really wanted to start the long commute home now.

It wasn’t long before
Shannon felt her eyelids becoming heavier from Jackie’s soothing strokes through her hair. She smiled at the gesture, wondering how she had become so lucky, before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

Five

As content as she was to watch the blonde sleep peacefully, Jackie couldn’t ignore the throbbing she felt between her legs. She needed a distraction and an outlet. She carefully slipped her arm out from under Shannon’s neck and walked through the glass doors to her living room, not bothering to put any clothes on. She quietly closed the doors behind her, turned on a mellow lamp, and picked her cello up from where it was lying horizontally on the floor. She sat on a stool with her back towards the door and began playing, a welcome distraction to the sexy, naked blonde in her bed.

Shannon
awoke with a start from a dream. Her palms were sweaty and her pulse was racing; it was a safe assumption to make that a certain sexy brunette had been the subject of her dream. Opening her eyes wide, she realized she wasn’t in her own room. Once she remembered the events of the evening, she smiled, recalling Jackie’s chivalry. She glanced over to the left side of the bed and placed a hand on the indentation in the mattress. It was still fairly warm, so she knew Jackie hadn’t been out of bed for long. Soon she noticed the light on in the living room and grinned when she realized that Jackie was playing her cello at 2 in the morning. She wrapped a sheet around her body and padded out to the living room.

“Oh my God,”
Shannon whispered to herself, when she could make out Jackie’s naked silhouette, her curves mirroring those of the instrument in her hands. She was breathtaking.

Jackie
’s hands stilled when she realized she was being watched and she turned around to grin at the blonde.

Shannon
strode purposely to Jackie, and said, “Teach me.”

“Okay, but I have one rule.”

“What’s that?”

“No clothes are to be worn while playing cello between the hours of midnight and 6am.”

“Is that right?” Shannon asked, cocking her eyebrow playfully. She was more than willing to play along, her resolve crumbling by the second.

“I’m afraid so.”

Shannon didn’t hesitate to drop the sheet she had been holding tightly around her body. Jackie grinned at Shannon’s easy acceptance of her sketchy rule, and lifted up her cello from its resting place on her shoulder.

She scooted back on the chair and gestured for
Shannon to join her. When Shannon was positioned with her back to Jackie’s front, their skin melding into each other, Jackie gently laid the cello down on Shannon’s shoulder. She handed her the bow and lifted her left hand to put it in position. Shannon applied pressure with her left index finger and slid the bow over the A string. They both laughed as a squeaky sound emanated from what was usually an elegant instrument. With Jackie’s help, Shannon tried a few more times, before letting out a sigh in frustration.

“You make it look so easy!”

“Um, have you
seen
yourself play the violin? It’s like you were playing that thing in the womb!”

“I practically was,”
Shannon laughed. “I guess we should stick to our own instruments, huh?”

“I think it’s for the best,”
Jackie agreed.

“Play for me,”
Shannon requested. She was about to get up to give Jackie more space to play, when Jackie squeezed her legs, trapping Shannon between her body and the cello.

“No, stay, I have an idea.” The husky quality of
Jackie’s voice let Shannon know the direction of Jackie’s thoughts.

“And what idea is that?”
Shannon rasped as Jackie began kissing her way along Shannon’s shoulder blades.

“Remember your homework from today?”
Jackie mumbled against her skin. “Gallo said that you needed to be more passionate and truly feel the music. I’m going to help you…do…just…that.” She punctuated the last few words with nips and kisses along Shannon’s hairline.

“How?”
Shannon practically squeaked. Her freak-out from just hours before seemed entirely inconsequential at this moment. She no longer cared what her mind wanted, because her body was screaming at her out of visceral need. She reminded herself one last time that Jackie was not and that she was older and wiser now. And besides, this was homework.

Jackie
leaned forward and took the bottom of Shannon’s ear between her teeth, before whispering, “I want you to touch yourself while I play for you.”

Jackie
chuckled at Shannon’s stunned silence and continued. “Let the music guide you and you’ll know just how and where to touch yourself. Okay?”

“Ok
ay,” Shannon breathed.

Jackie
kissed her shoulder and scooted her body even closer to Shannon’s, leaving no space whatsoever between them. Shannon gasped as she felt Jackie’s hardened nipples press against her back. Jackie wrapped her arms around Shannon and once again laid the instrument on her shoulder. She took the bow and moved it across the body of the cello. The instrument emitted a low sound as Jackie’s left hand moved languidly, creating subtle waves in the noise. Immediately Shannon began snaking her right hand between her legs, needing no further foreplay due to her dream and the feel of Jackie’s naked body against her back.

Jackie
shook her head. “I don’t think that’s what the music is telling you to do.”

Shannon
groaned in frustration, but moved her hand higher, circling her nipples lightly. Eventually Jackie released the note and began moving up the scale, adding more pressure with her bow. Shannon squeezed her breast, before lavishing attention on the other one, rolling her nipple between her fingers. Jackie began to play a faster, lighter motif, indicating to Shannon to move her hand southward, but to keep teasing herself. Shannon rested her hand just above her curls, and then dipped her forefinger down to circle her clit.

Shannon
moaned when she discovered that despite the obstruction between Jackie and her instrument, she still played with her entire body. Jackie undulated behind her, thrusting her pelvis and breasts into Shannon’s back in time with the music.

Jackie
kept up the moderate rhythm, but played on the lower two strings. Shannon followed suit by plunging two fingers into her slick folds, pumping with Jackie’s steady rhythm. Jackie lifted her right leg over Shannon’s, sliding her foot down the blonde’s firm calf and forcing Shannon to open her stance wider. Shannon threw her head back over Jackie’s right shoulder, leaving it exposed to Jackie’s talented lips.

“God,
Jackie …” Shannon breathed in Jackie’s ear, making the brunette shiver with her own arousal. From this vantage point she could see down the length of Shannon’s body and watched with awe as Shannon pleasured herself, her fingers glistening in the dim lamplight with her arousal. How Jackie was able to continue playing during this neither woman would ever understand.

Jackie
picked up the pace and Shannon began pumping faster, while adding pressure to her clit with her thumb. When Jackie entered into a low tremolo, moving the bow rapidly back and forth across one string, Shannon knew she was about to get her release.

“I’m so close…please...”

Instead of giving into Shannon’s pleas, Jackie halted her motions completely, and the sound stopped. Lost in her own desire, Shannon continued her ministrations anyway. Jackie quickly exchanged her bow to her left hand and roughly grabbed Shannon’s wrist, before placing her hand against her thigh. Shannon cried out at the loss of contact.

“Gallo was right, you don’t pay attention to the music.”
Jackie said these words curtly, biting down on Shannon’s neck playfully. Shannon whimpered. With her attention no longer divided, Jackie nipped and licked her way across Shannon’s neck and hairline, her hand still resting over Shannon’s.

Figuring she’d tortured the blonde enough,
Jackie began to play, picking up a quick tempo in no time. Shannon began to touch herself with the same rhythm as before, quickly reaching the edge of her orgasm again. Sensing this, Jackie started to play notes on two different strings at the same time, producing a grating, discordant harmony. Shannon knew she wouldn’t be allowed to come until Jackie resolved the dissonance, so she slowed down her motions, while using her left hand to pinch her nipples.

“Fuck…please”
Shannon let out a feral grunt.

“Please what?”

“Please…let me come.” Jackie moaned at the sound of those words spilling from Shannon’s lips and resolved the chord. Shannon cried out Jackie’s name as she let herself go. Her muscles spasmed against Jackie’s taut frame. The brunette played the same chord, but began to slow down her bow strokes, eventually drifting away entirely. Shannon’s hand mimicked the rhythm as she came down from her powerful orgasm.

Shannon
’s body fell limp against Jackie’s and neither of them said anything as their breathing returned to normal.

When
Shannon finally regained the ability to speak, she murmured, “God, that was the best orgasm I have ever had.”

“Imagine what it will be like when I’m the one touching you.”
Shannon couldn’t believe that so soon after her last orgasm she was feeling the familiar warmth of arousal pool in her stomach.

“I’m sorry for freaking out earlier. I can’t believe that’s what I would have been missing,”
Shannon mumbled.

“It’s okay,”
Jackie said, dropping a kiss on her neck.

“I want to make it up to you,”
Shannon replied, trying to turn to kiss Jackie full on the lips. The position wouldn’t allow her to do so. Jackie lifted the cello and gestured for Shannon to stand. Shannon stood on wobble legs while Jackie gently laid her cello back in its horizontal position on the floor.

As soon as
Jackie stood to join Shannon, the blonde forcefully pushed her back against the wall of the living room. She attacked Jackie’s lips trying to convey the absurd amount of passion she felt just from looking at the other woman. When Jackie regained the ability to react, she wrapped her hand around the back of Shannon’s neck, stilling her and forcing the kiss to become slower, though no less passionate. Shannon grabbed Jackie’s wrist and held it against the wall next to Jackie’s head. She did the same with Jackie’s other hand as she felt it snaking around her wrist. She applied enough pressure for Jackie to stop fighting the restraint. Keeping Jackie’s hands in place, Shannon began to kiss her way down Jackie’s neck, sucking on her pulse point, before moving to nip and kiss her collar bone. Bending lower, she kissed down the valley between Jackie’s breasts, purposely ignoring the areas Jackie wanted her tongue the most.