She was my teenage guitar student (long story)

It was 2013, and I worked at a local private music school as a guitar teacher. I was 23, a skinny long-haired grunge guy. She was 15, incredibly beautiful and pretty shy at the beginning — in our first lesson, she could barely raise her eyes to look at me, which I thought was cute.

Our story began when I touched her for the first time. Another usual lesson, she busy trying to fret some basic chord on her black Ibanez, a strand of hair over her face. I hesitated for a short while, and then reached out my hand and gently tucked her hair behind her ear. She gazed at me quickly, slightly surprised, and got back to her guitar. I could see her cheeks blushed instantly along with a faint smile on her face. Later, in a text message she said: "You know what? When you touched my hair today in class… that felt really sweet". 

We started talking a lot. I mean messaging. Casually at first — she was telling me about her school life, friends and other daily stuff. I shared some stories about my crazy ex, my rock band, my silly cousin. She was definitely enjoying that she'd gotten an elder friend with whom she could chat about anything. Once, when I was at some party, she asked me to tell her about my first sexual experience. I don't remember how we'd gotten to that point, but I wasn't surprised — our conversations had been getting more and more intimate, and she (not me!) decided to push it forward.

I knew it was all wrong, inappropriate and unethical considering our teacher/student relationship and her being only 15… but I didn't have the strength to quit this game. I left to the bathroom and started texting her about my first sex, thoroughly. It took some time, and while I was still typing, she asked: "All fine? I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask about such things. I feel so stupid now". I quickly replied that I was just typing really long and told her to prepare for reading a lot. Days later, she told me she'd masturbated to my story that night.

We started texting even more. She kept attending my guitar lessons, but in class we never crossed any boundaries. Everything was happening online. She was telling me her fantasies; how she'd once tried to kiss her female friend during a sleepover and how horny she'd been; how she liked humping her pillow; how she imagined being led on a leash… she asked me to describe our sex with my ex in details; she told me she wanted to come and see me fuck someone and how sad it was that I would never let her…

And of course there were pics. Never fully naked. The most erotic one was her lying in her half-darkened bedroom with her hand under her small black panties. We masturbated together almost every night. No exposing, just long vivid texts with our fantasies and sometimes photos, though not very explicit. She once asked me if I had any pics of me having sex with someone, and I sent her a couple of pics with my ex — she on the kitchen table, her legs on my shoulders, I fuck her standing, and it's all shot through the wall mirror.

Needless to say how badly I wanted her and how vibrant my fantasies were. But she was virgin and we both knew she wasn't yet ready. Someone might assume we were in love or something, but that wasn't so. Pure lust and two young libidos — that's what that was. Once, after class I asked her if she wanted to go to the cinema. She agreed. It was something with Tom Cruise. "Edge Of Tomorrow", I believe. We came to the theater. She sat next to me in her light summer dress. I took her hand. She put her head onto my shoulder. I went from her hand down to her leg, gently stroked it and kept going like this for a while. At some point, I tried to slowly get under her dress and she stopped me, "please, don't…". I kept my hand on her hip without going any higher.

Then, in a message I told her how horny I had been in the theater, and she said she'd been horny too. But she'd not wanted my hand under her dress as it'd been "too much" and "made her nervous". I said I understood and would've never done anything against her will. She said thank you.

Next time I offered her to come to my place. I was pretty sure she would not agree. She agreed. She came to me after school wearing tight jeans and an oversized t-shirt. At first, it was a bit awkward. She was just exploring my room, my guitars and other stuff. I offered her something to drink and she asked if I had mint tea. I had. We started watching "You Are Here" (2007).

At some point, she asked me to close my eyes. I was a bit surprised but did as she said. Next, I felt her lips on my neck. I couldn't believe she was doing that. It felt extremely pleasant. She was kissing and biting my neck, my ear… she perfectly knew what I liked as we'd discussed these things many times. And then, she gently turned my head and kissed my lips with her minty ones. We were making out and touching each other, and I was certain it was time to undress her, but as I tried to get under her t-shirt, she stopped my hand just like in the theater. She said she wasn't ready and reminded me I'd promised to never do anything against her will.

We continued watching the film, her head on my shoulder, my hand on her waist, my dick begging for attention. Her t-shirt didn't fit snugly and I could see her nice little breasts through the neckline. She didn't wear any bra. I don't know if she did that intentionally or not. We made it to the end of the movie and she said she needed to be home soon as her parents would be concerned.

Days later, she said she was going to take a pause with guitar lessons because she was going on a long summer trip with her parents. We started talking less often, but didn't stop completely. When she was back from her trip she said she wanted to see me again and she wanted a lot more than we'd done before… she said: "You can do with me whatever you want except for touching my pussy". That was beyond exciting, and I started planning when we could meet.

But we never met again. At some point, her replies became fewer and fewer. And then she told me she had a boyfriend and was on cloud nine. Was I angry? Disappointed? Upset? No. Not at all. I was sincerely happy for her and said we could remain good friends. She said she was really glad to hear my reaction.

Soon after she turned 16, she lost her virginity to that guy. She told me everything in details, and I appreciated her trust. We kept talking pretty often and sharing personal things with each other.

Once, she told me that she and her boyfriend couldn't have sex often enough since each of them lived with their parents who rarely left home (she was 16 and he was 17). I offered my place for them to meet whenever they wanted. She liked the idea and said they needed to talk it over with her guy. On the next day, she said that not only had he gone mad once he heard about me and my offer, but also called me a pervert. Well… hahah, okay, boss. My intentions were nothing but kind. I just wanted to help you guys have more fun. She said it's better for us to stop talking. She didn't want to hurt him and didn't want to be sneaky — she'd promised him to end our friendship.

Well. Have we ever talked again? Yes. Once. I accidentally found her on Insta about three years ago. She was still with the same guy — now her husband. They'd moved to Europe (he's an IT-guy and landed a work contract in a European company). I decided to text her to ask how she was. She was surprised. After 10 years, she was no longer a 15-year-old smiley teen, but a gorgeous 25-year-old young woman, happily married and living her best life. She told me about her cats, her beautiful European house, and even how she used to work in an adult store years ago. On the next day, I found myself banned from her Instagram. Well, the jealous hubby seems to be on high alert big time, hahah.

So… End of story? Yep. I hope it wasn't too long and too boring. But even if it was, who cares. I'm pretty sure there shall be those of you who enjoy it as much as I did.

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