It starts with a kiss. But you want more

The duet you just played was exciting and intense. You feel exhausted but at the same time like you burst from energy. This kind of ecstasy feels like a **** rush. And you are not willing to let it go that easy. So, even if you are not sure where it would lead, you give in and share a long, passionate kiss with Gilvan.

It feels fantastic. Like a pleasant electric shock runs through your body. You classmates of course notice and you can hear the surprised sounds from the chatty girls even over the applause of the other people. Professor Jerico, surprised by both your success and the kiss, gives his best to restore order in his classroom.

“Well, that was not bad at all,” professor Jerico says, “please calm down everyone. It seems you both did focus on the lesson. Clare, I noticed some wrong, sounds. Not many, I am still pleased with your performance, but focus more on the height of the tones. Now go back to your seats please!”

“With pleasure, my dear professor,” Gilvan says exuberant and gently leads you from the middle stage.

Suddenly you notice a hand on your butt. Gilvans hand. You blush and try to push it away. But you better not call him out now in front of everyone. Not after what just happened. You quietly sit down on your place and Gil next to you. Professor Jerico continues the lesson and focuses on other students.

“Gil, a kiss in one thing, touching a girl in a private place another,” you whisper, “keep your hands to yourself! We are in public.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Gilvan replies with a friendly mocking tone, “you were just fire and flames on the stage. Let us not give up the progress.”

“Focus on the lesson!” you answer and sigh, “we will talk about this after class.”

Gilvan attempts another try to convince you, but then just nods and watches the teacher demonstrate a part of the song you just played. The lesson ends soon and you all head out of the classroom. You quickly grab Gilvans wrist and pull him away from the other students. There is a small, secluded spot outside of the academy where rarely ever somebody comes by. Gil remains silent. Maybe he thinks he is in trouble now. You let him believe this for the moment. Serves him right for touching your ass without asking. When you arrive at the corner, you lean into it and pull Gilvan towards you. Your face and his only centimeters away from each other and his lower body pressed against yours.

“{first_name F}, you … you are not mad?” Gilvan asks surprised and struggles to keep his eccentric artist facade, “you want us to go further? But in secret?”

“Surprised?” you ask seductive and guide his hands to your chest, “good. Now save me your poetic babbling about true love and purity of art. I want these hand on these tits and this mouth on this mouth. Got it, songbird?”

“I …” Gilvan replies speechless.

This is the first time you managed to really silence him. But he quickly gives in and starts to gently place kisses on your neck. His acting skills are really helpful. He can merge with roles in seconds and you like his role as a passionate lover. He kneads your breasts gentle, kisses you with great desire and lets you cling to him with both arms and legs.

After a while of making out, you go a little further and reach for his wristband. You already felt that Gilvan is already very hard, but when you enter his pants with your hand and feel his cock, you are sure that he is much more than just a little excited to be this close to you. Gilvan moans when you start to stoke him and goes for your ass instead of your tits.

You are enjoying his touch and kisses. You are in ecstasy and notice nothing around you. So, it is kind of a shock when the deep, loud sound of the cathedral rips you out of your happiness. It is lunch time. You should normally be in the dining hall already to get your food.

“Stupid bell,” you mumble and sort your clothes, “I have to go to lunch. I don’t get anything else and my magic classes take the whole afternoon. Well, we can continue next time, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” Gilvan answers quickly, “I … would be very happy if we can continue this, my love.”

“Great,” you say and kiss him on the cheek, “but you know I am with Luna. She is alright with me having fun with others, but no flowers or romantic poetry. You can live with this, right.”

“I have no problem with the part of a secret lover,” Gilvan says smiling, “honestly, Luna is a very interesting character. There is something around her I can’t really sort out. As if she always know something all others don’t know. Whatever, as long as I can have my share of love and other lovers too, I see no problem at all.”

“I get what you mean, she is indeed unique,” you mumble thoughtful, “whatever. I see you next time in class. Or maybe I will be in the crowd when you perform next time. We will see.”