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she sat down.
     
    Professor
Evans sighed to himself, leaned his head back, and then leaned over the
keyboard.  He began playing something Sara had never heard.  Her brow furrowed.
     
    “It’s
the theme from ‘On Golden Pond’, an old movie from the 80’s that I like,”
Professor Evans clarified. 
     
    Professor
Evans launched into a soft rendition of Bach’s Prelude No. 1 in C major.  Sara
began to rock in her seat, as if the music was pulling something out of her;
some pain.  Professor Evans looked over, and his brow furrowed, but he
continued playing.  Suddenly, the music ended.
     
    “I
need to go get some breakfast, Sara.  Are you coming?”  Professor Evans asked.
     
    Sara
paused a moment, coming back to reality.  “Um … no.  I need to go to my room
for a moment.”
     
    Sara
got up, and walked out the door, noticing Professor Evans’ pursed lips, as if
he was angry about something.  She walked quickly back to her room.  She was
sincere about not wanting to interrupt the Professor when he played, but his
playing – no, he - was so delicious.  She couldn’t help the feelings that
washed over her as she listened.  She felt her heart quickening as she walked. 
She needed this.
     
    Sara
bounded into her room quickly, and immediately pulled her t-shirt over her
head.  She unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them to the floor.  She unclasped her
bra, and slide her panties down, laying down on her bed.  Her pussy was
swollen, and damp.  Her heart still felt that familiar heaviness.  Was it the
music?  Was it Professor Evans?  Sara rolled onto her back, and closed her
eyes, her hands softly rubbing her hardening nipples.  A wave of warmth ran
from her chest to her stomach, and Sara moaned softly. Her other hand slid down
her stomach, slowly, gently running along her moist slit, feeling it swell, and
open for her.  Sara pictured Professor Evans – playing the piano, then lowering
himself onto her, his cock sliding inside slowly – and Sara’s breath quickened,
and her heart leapt.  She slid a finger inside.
     
    And
electricity surged from her pussy out into her legs, and her chest.  Sara
arched her back, and encircled her clit as it swelled.  Sara slid a second
finger inside her pussy and felt it quiver. 
     
    Her
heart raced, and became heavier, as if it would burst.  She lifted her legs,
and spread them, inviting the world, and fingering herself furiously.  She
imagined Professor Evans inside her, deeper, deeper, and arching his back,
losing control.
     
    Sara
caught her breath, and then moaned loudly, feeling her insides spin faster,
faster. Lost, she pressed hard against her clit, and pinched her nipples,
pulling her fingers hard against her front wall, feeling her g-spot as it
swelled slightly.
     
    “Oh,
God … David!   Fuck me!”  Sara moaned, as her insides spun to a pinpoint and
suddenly erupted, flashing outward, wave after wave ….
     
    Sara
relaxed, and opened her eyes, her pussy still quivering, her heart thumping
against her chest.  She caressed her nipples slowly, softly, slowly withdrawing
her fingers, and lowering her legs.  And there it was; her heart was still
heavy as she thought of Professor Evans. Sara closed her eyes, imagining him
lying next to her, caressing her.
     
    Sara
looked over at the clock.  It was 8:30.  Time to get a quick breakfast.  Sara
gathered her clothes from the floor, and her robe from the closet, and trod
down the hall to the shower.  As she turned on the water, she stepped out of
her robe, thinking.  That feeling – the heaviness in her heart – was not
something she was accustomed to feeling when she touched herself.  This time
was different, though.  She felt it when she heard the music, but she also felt
it when she thought of David.  How were they similar?  Sara stepped into the
shower and let the water run over her hair, warming her.  Her fingers ran over
her body, as the water caressed her.  Music elevated her.