Ch. 12A: Music Class

Ch. 12A: Music Theory

Author's note: I'm working on a second draft. I have a bunch of edits written. The process to get them uploaded is slow though, so I'm not sure when they'll get published. My plan is to expand the story (chapters average over 4,000 words), not drop so many plot lines, and I want to slow things down. I hope to add a bunch of extra chapters and push things back so that the stuff in Ch. 22 and onward get edited to be in the second year of school instead of the second semester.

I was still feeling giddy the next morning. My evening with Rowan in the Penthouse had just been... wow. I was packing my bag for class. Books, notebooks, pencils....

"What are you doing in music class today, Sasha?" Lily asked me. She was looking through my clothes, picking out an outfit for me.

I checked that my pencils had enough lead. "Well, we always have our vocal warmups. Then today, ooh, today's a big day because we're getting our pieces that we have to perform at the end of the semester."

"Ooh," Miss Lily cooed. "You're going to have a performance? When? Where?"

"The big performance, the real performance, is at the end of spring semester," I said, trying to remember what Dr. James had told us about the final exam. "That one is in an auditorium, and it's open to whoever wants to come. This semester, we're only performing for the class."

"Aww," Miss Lily sounded disappointed. "Well I hope you get something fun."

"After we get our assignments, the professor said that we were going to split up into our groups and practice them. Oh," I grimaced. "And we're getting our exams back today. Everyone has been complaining about how hard it was."

"Sounds like a big day," Miss Lily said. "I know just what I want you to wear!" She dug around in the pile and came out with...

"My gym clothes?"

"Mhm. Are you ready for class? I want to go out with you to see how this looks." She put my clothes into her own bag.

"Just about ready, Miss Lily." A thrill ran through my body as I thought about how lucky I was to have Rowan and Miss Lily both in my life.

"Ok," I said, throwing my book bag over my shoulder. "Ready."

Lily smiled up to me. "Let's go," she said, opening the door for me. I still blushed every time I walked out into the hall naked. "Keep your chin up," Sasha said, caressing my ass. I raised my head and shook my hair out of my face. "Good girl." I smiled down at my Miss Lily, and we set off towards the elevator. No big deal. Just being a nudist... That's me. Totally a nudist. It's not just that I get off on this.

We passed by Molly, probably coming back from class. "Looking good Sasha!" I fought the urge to hide my face.

"Say thank you," Miss Lily whispered.

I turned and walked backwards for a few steps. "Thank you Molly!" I called after her. She turned around and looked at me, at my body, appreciatively. I kept walking backwards a few more steps to let her look. She bit her lip. I felt myself starting to leak out onto my thighs. Ok, don't get all worked up. Boring thoughts. Boring thoughts. Musical scales. Intervals. Bach.

Miss Lily grabbed my ass and held on like she was holding my hand. I put my arm around her shoulders. I felt the material of her shirt, and her jacket. I felt my backpack on my naked skin and the hard carpet under my feet, all reminding me that I was naked. Bach... uh, Beethoven... I thought of last night with Miss Lily. Of how her skin felt. Of how she tasted. Ah, fuck.

There were four other people heading down when we got on the elevator. Three guys and a girl. Their eyes bulged when they saw me. The guys grinned. The girl looked more confused than anything. "Why are you naked?" she asked me as Miss Lily and I got in.

Miss Lily looked up at me expectantly. "I'm a... nudist," I said, trying to sound casual.

She sneered. "So you're just going to walk around campus totally naked?"

"No, no, just at home," I said. I held my hand out to Miss Lily for my clothes. She shook her head a fraction, and instead of handing me my clothes, she took my hand in both of hers and she traced patterns on my palm for the rest of the ride. Right. It's more than just the eighth floor now. I cleared my throat. "And, uh, Hawthorne is my home, right?"

"Give her a break, Kelly," one of the guys said, eyeing me up and down. Kelly looked at him with disgust, then back at me with... curiosity? I turned back to the elevator doors and waited out the rest of the ride down.

We stopped again on the 5th floor. There were another 3 people waiting to get on. They saw how crowded it was already and one of them said "We'll just catch the next one."

His friend, though. His friend's face lit up when he saw me. "No!" he shouted. Maybe a little too loudly. "We're in a hurry. Come on. Gotta go." And he rushed onto the elevator and stood next to me. "Hi."

His friends, a couple of girls I had seen around, crowded in after him. "I don't know what the hurry is- oh." She noticed me. "Oh hi."

Once we were all crowded in, everybody's bodies were pressed up against each other. Miss Lily made sure that I was in the middle. I felt all the different fabrics of everyone's different tops. I reached my foot out slightly to touch Miss Lily's stockings. I rubbed my calf against hers, reveling in the contrast between my naked skin and everyone else's clothing.

Miss Lily dug something out of her purse. Lipstick. She uncapped and applied it. It was a full, deep red. "Stand still," she ordered. Miss Lily leaned forward and kissed my sternum, just below my breasts, leaving a bright red kiss marking me. She leaned down and kissed me again along my hips. Miss Lily looked at her work and smiled in satisfaction. My face was on fire. That's going to make it harder to pretend that this isn't sexual... Bright red lips right around my tits and pussy? It's going to make everyone think about kissing me. About kissing me under my clothes and what else they can't see. Oh my god.

"Aww, that's so cuuuute," one of the girls said. "All you're wearing is her lips? That's so romantic..."

Miss Lily smiled brighter and hugged me, her face buried in my tits. I held her close. The girls all "awwed" in unison. The guys made... different sounds.

Finally, we made it down to the ground floor and poured out of the elevator. "Can I have my clothes now?" I quietly asked Miss Lily.

"We're still in your home," she replied, heading towards the door.

Oh shit. "I have to go outside to get dressed?" No. Fuck. Shit.

We walked outside. I held my hand out for my clothes again. Miss Lily took her time getting them out of her bag. I stood behind a pillar to hide myself as best I could, then I hurried to get dressed when she finally gave me my clothes.

Miss Lily had given me a white sports bra and gray compression shorts. I would normally wear these under a tee shirt and some basketball shorts. Because oh boy were they tight. And it showed. Since I had the nipple lengtheners on, my nipples stood out like a caricature. And the shorts were practically painted on. I could see my pussy lips clear as day. My face was burning. At least I'm wearing clothes again. ... Technically.

I reached to pick up my backpack. "Hang on," Miss Lily instructed.

"What?"

"Something's not quite right." She took the small pair of scissors out of her purse. "You need to look extra special for class today."

Fuck. Right. Class. Group work. I could barely think. Miss Lily took the bottom of my top and started cutting. She worked all the way around, and when she was done, I had to be careful not to show lift my arms too fast, or else I'd be showing everyone my under-cleavage. Then she folded my waistband down and marked me with another kiss just above my ass. Finally, she had me lean down to leave another kiss mark on my neck.

"You have to make a good first impression," Miss Lily told me.

"Right," I deadpanned.

"And I want you to listen to your audio file on the way to class, ok?"

"Aren't you walking with me?" I asked Miss Lily. Your class is in the same direction."

"I'm going to walk behind you and watch," she said.

I put my headphones in and pressed play. "You should be naked," the woman told me. Bass and drums hammered in the background, and there was moaning, and wet squelching sounds. "You should always be naked... Look at the way people stare at you..."

I looked. People were staring. My pussy was practically outlined for them, and my nipples were being held erect and pushed out by these nipple stretchers. The barbells and the tips of my nipples were clearly visible through the top.

I got a text from Miss Lily. It was a picture of my ass. I blushed and looked away from my phone.

"You love when people stare at you... It makes you wet when people look at your big, thick, long nipples... You love knowing that everyone behind you is staring at your ass..." A lot of people smiled at me. Some waved. I smiled back at a couple, but my face got so hot. I had to look straight ahead for awhile. I felt like I would die of embarrassment.

As I walked, the top rode up, showing the underside of my breasts. I pulled it down as far as I could. Another text from Miss Lily. "Leave it. Don't adjust it anymore."

I texted back. "Yes Miss Lily" and continued my walk. The pavement was hard under my bare feet. I couldn't help but think of how much more clothing everyone else was wearing.

"You love being the only one naked... You love how everyone looks at you..." I waved to Miss Lily when I got to the music building, and I headed inside.

The tiles were cool under my feet. My top had ridden up to show just the bottom of my breasts. I climbed the cool cement stairs up to the second floor. "You love showing as much skin as you can... If you could wear a bikini everywhere you would... Unless being naked was an option..."

I got to our classroom. Dr. James smiled at me. She was strict. She smiled a lot, but there wasn't usually any warmth in it. Dr. James always wore long skirts or dresses and dark stockings. A tightly braided ponytail. High collars. Very buttoned up. I walked up the stairs towards the back row. The woman was moaning in my ears. "You love to cum... You love to cum in front of people... Squirting feels better in public." I sat down and took out my headphones.

I was getting my things ready when Rebecca sat down and sneered at me. I don't know why she always sits here. She obviously hates me. She saw the kiss marks and looked like she was going to ask what the fuck was wrong with me. The rest of the class filed in. Some of them stared at my tits, shining like beacons from the back row. Others didn't seem to notice. One girl couldn't take her eyes off of me as she put her backpack down. She looked at the kisses and bit her lip. "Wow," she said, sitting down, waiting another second, and finally turning to face forward.

"Wow," Rebecca said flatly. I glanced over at her, but she didn't look up from her notebook.

Dr. James was handing back our tests. I shook my hands in front of my shoulders and took deep breaths, preparing for the worst. She worked her way front to back. No one is looking happy with their grade. She's handing them all back face down... My stomach sunk.

The professor made her way down the final row. I know I shouldn't have, but I looked over at Rebecca's grade. What did Goodie Two Shoes get? A big, fat D?!? Oh, wow. I must have failed...

Dr. James stopped in front of my desk and smiled as she dropped my exam in front of me. Face up. 94? I passed? I got an A?!? I bounced up and down in my seat and smiled. Rebecca scoffed. Dr. James smiled at me. I think her eyes dipped down to my tits, but if she did it was fast. I'm not sure.

Back at the front of the room, Professor James addressed the class. "Some of you did well. Some of you... clearly need to spend more time reviewing the material. After warmups today, we're going to split up into groups, and we'll do two things. First, you'll go over the exam questions together. Then, I'll assign you your pieces that you'll perform for the class at the end of the semester. Ok? Ok." She walked to the piano. "Everyone stand up for warmups."

My top slid a little farther up as I stood. Miss Lily told me not to adjust it. I stood up and ran my hands through my hair. Which was a mistake because I felt the top creep up another fraction of an inch. My nipples kept sticking out relentlessly. For warmups, Dr. James had everyone stand in a circle at the edges of the room. Everyone could see me. That same girl got an eyeful before she tore her eyes away and focused on the professor.

She led us through our scales, calling out pointers to anyone she thought was slacking. "Amanda, stand up straight. La la la la LA la la la la... Chin up Rebecca. La la la la LA la la la la... Sasha, shoulders back. Chest out." I did as I was told. My top crept up another fraction. I was starting to really show off the bottoms of my breasts. I rubbed my feet together nervously. "Sasha, stop fidgeting. La la la la LA la la la la..."

I stood up straight, shoulders back, tits out. I couldn't stop blushing through the rest of the warmups. Rebecca scowled at me.

After warmups, we got split up into our groups. I got put with Adam, Jessie, and Seriously? Rebecca. Adam was a guy I had never heard speak before. Jessie turned out to be the one who couldn't take her eyes off of me when she sat down. All of the groups got sent out to practice rooms. They were small and soundproof. About half the space was taken up by a piano. Nothing else. The 4 of us sat down on the carpet and went over the exams. I tried not to think of how little I was wearing, and how I was covered in kisses.

Jessie and Adam didn't do that much better than Rebecca. I kind of led the three of them through a study session. My study sessions came to mind easily. Riding my study dildo, chained to my desk. Very clear memories. My nipples were diamonds. Every question that they asked, I was able to perfectly picture the textbook in my mind. I could feel my study dildo impaling me. A thrill went through my body as the memory consolidated in my mind. I had to concentrate on not moaning out the answers.

I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, but I could feel my shorts getting wet as I recalled each memory. I looked down at my lap and sure enough, a dark spot was forming. I cleared my throat and shifted positions. Rebecca looked from my wet spot up to my face. It looked like she couldn't decide if she was more astonished or disgusted. My face burned. I wanted to hide my soaking pussy, so I laid down on my stomach. I couldn't hide my face though. I had to face the group.

Ow! Shit! The nipple stretchers hurt if I laid my chest down. I propped myself up on my elbows to take the weight off. Jessie stared at my cleavage. I uncrossed my arms to give her a better view. Now she can see my tits. Rebecca scoffed and held her exam up in front of her face.

"Can you show me what I got wrong here?" Adam asked me.

I reached across the circle to point at his answer. Oh no. I felt my top slide up farther. Too far. My nipple wasn't completely out. But I could feel the carpet rubbing against the bottom side. I recrossed my arms. I hope Miss Lily lets me fix my top after class.

"It's that, there. You can't do that," I told him.

"Why isn't this a good answer?" he asked.

"Every time you write parallel fifths, Bach kills a kitten."

"What?!?"

"It's something I heard. I think it counts as a mnemonic, technically."

"How is that?" Jessie asked with a laugh.

"Bach never writes parallel fifths. Ever. He hates them. And I heard somebody put it that way. And it stuck with me. It'll probably stick with you, eh?"

"It will," Jessie agreed.

We were almost done going through the exam when Dr. James knocked and came into our practice room. "And how are you all doing? Splendid. Here is your piece." She handed out the sheet music. "You can decide amongst yourselves how to divide the parts." I wanted to keep my front side glued to the floor, but Dr. James was waiting for me to stand up to hand me my sheet music.

I sighed and put my hands on the carpet to push myself up. I cheated a little bit by sliding forward along the floor, hoping that it would pull my top back down. It didn't really help. Dr. James definitely looked me up and down while she held out my music.

"I'm a soprano," Jessie said. "And I would guess Adam will take the bass part. So how do you two want to divide the other two parts?" I looked at the music. The high voices were intricate. A lot of short staccato phrases. A lot of variation. The low voices were far easier. Almost boring.

"I'll take the other low voice," Rebecca said. "You can have fun with that mess. Ok." She stood up. "Let's run through it as best we can." The rest of us stood. Dr. James leaned against the piano and nodded for us to start.

We started timidly. Dr. James scolded us. "Louder. This is a sound proof room. Sing your parts from the diaphragm.... Relax your muscles. Let the tension go."

We sang louder. Jessie saw the state of my top and dropped her part. It took her a few bars to find her place again. Rebecca sang angrily.

Dr. James stepped in front of me and pressed my shoulders down. "Relax," she whispered. She pushed my shoulders back a little bit. "Sing with your chest," she said quietly. She put her hands on my midriff. "Breathe into my hands." I did as told. She shifted her hands up to my ribcage. "Breathe... Yes..." She was practically cupping my breasts. "Hmm," she chuckled, reaching up to my top riding up over my tits. She pinched the material, accidentally(?) brushing my nipple as she pulled it back down over my tits.

"Good," she said, turning away. "From measure 20. I want to hear the staccato section. 2, 3, 4, and..." My breasts bounced with each note. "Sharper. Project." My nipples were rubbing against the material of my top. Dr. James had us run through the section twice more. My tits started aching. "Wonderful. Sasha, please come by my office hours for extra practice if you want. This piece has a lot of potential." I don't think I've ever hurt my tits by singing before.

The professor left. The door clicking shut shook Jessie out of her thoughts and she pulled her eyes away from my tits. Rebecca grumbled something. I thought I made out "slut," from what she said. I put one hand on my ribcage where Dr. James's had been and felt it expand with my breathing.

After class I walked back to the dorm. While I was passing the cafe, Jessie ran up from behind me.

"Hey! Sasha!"

"Hey Jessie. What's up?"

"So, you really know this music stuff. And you're really good at explaining it. Dr. James just keeps repeating definitions. Me and Adam were wondering if you'd be willing to help us study for the next exam?"

"A study group? Yeah, that would be great," I told her. Do I still have a wet spot on my shorts?... Yup. My face burned.

"Well it might be more like you tutoring us than a study group."

"That's fine," I said with a laugh. "Happy to help."

"Ok, awesome. And we could practice our piece too. It's 20% of our grade for the semester."

"Yeah, we should do that," I said and we exchanged numbers. Jessie walked alongside me for awhile longer, working up the courage to ask me something. Finally she got there. With shaking hands, she reached out to the kiss mark on my hips. "That must be from a girlfriend?"

I blushed. Miss Lily has said that we're not girlfriends. "No, unfortunately not. She's just... a good friend I guess." Jessie's eyes widened.

"So... you're still looking?" she asked.

"Um, I don't know," I laughed. "Things are... fluid."

"That sounds exciting," Jessie said. "You'll have to tell me all about it at our next study session. Or after." She waved and ran away before I could respond. I put my headphones in and listened to the woman moan about how everyone loved to look at me.

They do, I thought with a smile.