The Naked Piano Player (Chapter 3) (ff:one-on-one, 8482 words) [3/3] show all parts

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"How did you find the grand piano?" Her mother's voice jolted Fiona's thoughts away from her intimacy with Laura, and back to her music lesson.

"It was wonderful. The sound... louder, richer, clearer. I had to work harder to play it, but the improved sound makes that worthwhile."

Her mother smiled approvingly. "Ms. Middleton called to say you made excellent progress with that Beethoven piece. She has a high opinion of you, Fiona."

Fiona's pulse stuttered at the mention of Laura's name. She turned toward the staircase, shrugging off her coat to hide the blush creeping up her neck. "She pushes hard. But it's..." Their time in the bedroom that afternoon came into her thoughts again. "...rewarding."

"She mentioned that she was giving you your next lesson on the grand too."

"Yes, it's very good of her," said Fiona. "I'm excited about it."

Her mother smiled warmly. "We're lucky that she's giving you such special attention, but she told me that you deserve it."

Fiona nearly choked, knowing just how special Laura's attention had truly been. She gripped the banister, her thoughts turning to her intimacy with Laura yet again. "I'm glad she feels that way," she managed to say, her voice a little higher than usual.

Upstairs, she closed her bedroom door and exhaled shakily, pressing her forehead against the cool wood. The memory of Laura’s hands, her voice, the way she'd taken control - it all flooded back in vivid detail. Fiona bit her lip, her mind humming, and wondered how she was going to focus on anything else now. The lessons, the grand piano... they were just pretexts, weren’t they?

The next day, feeling more composed now, Fiona sat at the piano, making the effort to go through some of her practice exercises. She knew that Laura would be disappointed with her if she didn't continue to make progress with her playing, so she tried hard to concentrate.

Laura had set the next lesson for Tuesday, so Fiona vowed to make good use of her time until that day arrived. She abandoned her scales and turned to the Appassionata, gritting her teeth through the fractured transition that had cost her forfeits of clothing last time. After three attempts she had still failed to get through it perfectly. Measure forty-two was the sticking point. She studied the chord progression, determined that she would conquer the transition by Tuesday.

As she practiced, she became aware that she was playing differently now, louder, more confidently, attacking the keys with a boldness she hadn’t possessed before. Was this Laura’s influence? She imagined Laura standing behind her, her hands resting lightly on Fiona’s shoulders, guiding her movements with whispered praise. The thought sent a tremor through her fingers, disrupting the rhythm.

She sighed and stopped mid-phrase, rubbing her temples. Distractions were inevitable, but the music had to come first - Laura would demand nothing less. Still, her mind wandered back to yesterday, the way Laura had stripped naked, the way her voice had fractured beyond recognition, she way she had dominated the dynamic. Fiona reveled in such thoughts, but steered her mind back to the piano.

The next few days passed in an almost feverish haze, Fiona's fingers stumbling over scales, her concentration fractured every time she

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jth215 writes Sun 12 Apr 2026 14:36:

Fantastic story. I love surprises and can't wait for next Saturday. Thanks for sharing your stories.

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