Message-ID: <18184eli$9812220434@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Jacques du Bois Subject: New Story: Elègie by Massenet(F/F?, rom, mast, fantasy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981221232437.5601.rocketmail@attach1.rocketmail.com> Elègie by Massenet By Jacques du Bois (F/F?, rom, mast, fantasy) ©1998 SEJDB Inc. The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adults above the age of 18, or whatever the age of consent is in your jurisdiction. The Characters and incidents portrayed and the names used are fictitious and any similarity to the names, characters, or history of any person or persons is entirely accidental and unintentional.If such material offends you, your city or violates any laws, or you are under the age of 18, or the age of consent don't read it! Comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated! My e-mail is jacquesdubois@rocketmail.com. No spam or flames will be accepted! Remember to vote for Freedom, always vote Libertarian! Jacques du Bois Elègie by Massenet To my dear Claudia, who will never know. Claudia closed her eyes tilting her back as she gently played the last chord in Elègie by Jules Massenet. For an instant, she froze, her hands on the Steinway grand piano, holding her breath her breath as the chord floated away from the brightly lit stage all through the entire concert hall. After the notes stopped ringing. Claudia took in a deep breath through her open mouth, opened her eyes and stood beside the black piano. She looked out at the crowd, bowing stiffly at the waist several times as the audience began to clap for her. Suddenly there was an explosion as the audience began to stand, cheering and clapping for Claudia Woland, the next virtuoso pianist. Some people screamed at the top of their lungs, “Bravo!” as others cheered and clapped. Red roses were thrown onto the stage as Claudia bowed again and again smiling ear to ear. To her left and to her right stage hands came to her, dozens and dozens of roses in their arms all for Claudia, the darling of the stage. Claudia smiled at both of them opening her arms so she could hold the multitude of roses that were given to her in love. Roses in her hands, Claudia bowed one last time slowly striding off stage right, not looking at the still screaming crowd. Claudia was very anxious to return to her dressing room to get some rest. She walked as quickly as possible with all the roses in her hands through the backstage where there was just as much applause as in the hall. Slowly she made her way to her rooms, peaking her head on both sides of the roses so she would not run into anything or anyone, to a heavy teak door with a gigantic golden star on in black block letters, “Claudia Woland”. She walked right up to the door her hands reaching out to grasp the brass door handle with no luck because of the burden of her roses. Claudia waved to some of the stagehands, trying to get their attention for some help. Two young burly men in blue jeans and yellow t-shirts wearing headsets ran to her smiling and clapping for her. “Gentlemen, gentlemen…instead of clapping for me, could you help me put all these roses in water?” Claudia smiled as the two men grabbed all the roses putting them in their arms. “Here is something to lighten your wonderful burden.” Claudia walked in-between both men, turned to one and then the other kissing them on the cheek. Both men blushed looking starry eyed at the beautiful Claudia. Claudia looked at them laughing, “You’re wetter than those roses now, could you go put them in some water!” Claudia pinched the men on the cheeks finally able to open her door. She threw the door open, rushing in and slamming it behind her. Claudia made sure the door was locked, first closing button on the doorknob and then bolting the deadbeat. She sighed, walking to the vanity against the wall, looking at her reflection in a full length mirror. She had jet black hair that sat on top of her oval thin head. She looked back at brown eyes, that hid so much from the world yet could tell one person all. Claudia sighed again, studying her straight nose, her wispy eyebrows, her thick, red, sensuous lips that pouted for the lack of someone to kiss. The brown eyes were a storm of loneliness and want, hoping for someone to break unlock their secret. Claudia took the chair that sat in front of the vanity, sitting down so that she could still look at herself in the mirror. Quickly glancing at a wall clock, Claudia knew that she still had two hours before the next show, and she secretly smiled knowing that she would make the most of it. “Miss Woland! They want an encore! Madame!!” the manager of the hall pounded on the door frantically, his voice cracking. “Will you come out?” Claudia shut her eyes again, taking yet another deep breath, standing up in front of the mirror again. “Mr. Peterson, I will come out for the next show. If you come again, disturbing my concentration I will cancel the next performance and sue you for breach of contract. Leave me in peace!” Claudia opened her eyes now looking at the rest of her body. She wore a strapless black dress made of velvet that ended at the middle of her thighs. It complemented her hourglass figure perfectly, accentuating every curve to perfection. Claudia’s hands began to take on a mind of their own, moving to the middle of her shoulders where the dress’s zipper was, and began to slowly take the zipper down the middle of her back. Mr. Peterson sighed out loud, his voice became very soft. “All right Miss Woland, we’ll give you a curtain call of five minutes. Sorry to bother you...” He stomped away from the door, looking forward to smoking a cigar in his office. Claudia giggled to herself as her dress slowly came off of her lithe body. She wore a black lace bra that supported her large breasts well, but they begged to be free of the bra, nearly bursting from her chest. The zipper ran from her shoulders to the small of her back, where the metallic zipper was now. Claudia took her hands from the zipper letting the black dress fall to the white shag carpet. Claudia opened her eyes once more and looked at herself. Her panties were also black lace that complemented her bra and dress, it covered her nether regions entirely, but were sheer enough to betray a few wispy strands of black hair. With nothing more than her undergarments, Claudia sat again in the chair watching herself all the while in the mirror. Her hands first went to her shoulders again, to her bra quickly undoing the hooks holding it together. The bra fell into her lap, freeing her breasts of the bra. Claudia’s lithe hands went to them, like metal goes to a magnet, slowly and rhythmically rubbing from top to bottom all over her large breasts. Slowly she began to touch her nipples, gently as if she touched the cool ivory keys of her beloved piano. But now the piano was not the instrument, she was the instrument making music with the help of a master musician. Claudia kept her eyes shut, but she felt her nipples and the rest of her muscles begin to tense and harden as she massaged them. She enjoyed the feeling of warmth that began to pulse through her body as she became excited. Suddenly, she was no longer in her dressing room in one of the most prestigious concert halls in the world, she was in her own world of peace and warmth as the world melted away in waves of pleasure. One hand continued to massage one of her nipples, but the other went away to fumble through the many drawers for something. She could not find it, so she opened her eyes one hand still on her breast as the other one searched for the one thing that could help her then, her vibrator. The vibrator knew where to go on Claudia’s quivering body, right above her clitoris. She began to wince as the vibrations went all the way through her, even into the depths of her heart. A few tears welled up from the deepest reaches of her soul, as she remembered Elègie, and the first time she played it. As quickly as those thoughts came they were replaced by the constant waves of pleasure from her swelling red breasts and her clit. It became unbearable to have the vibrator against her clit, so finally she put it in her with a very slow deliberate motion. The vibrator was shaped like an anatomically correct penis, down even to the veins and feel of the tip. It went into Claudia ten inches, as she moaned loudly. Claudia didn’t care who heard her because she was the star, she could have been whipping and strangling people in there just as long as she played her two concerts a night to sold-out crowds. Claudia smiled thinking that, she knew that she was powerful but not only did she know she had this power, she was able to use it. Laughing, she moved the vibrator in and out of her, deeper and deeper, soon she would explode in pleasure. There was no avoiding thinking of him again. Johann had been his name. He was still alive, but not as far as Claudia was concerned. For nearly a year and a half they had been lovers, through the hardest times that they had both had. Both were musicians, Claudia played concerts when she could, but Johann was a teacher. Johann had a master’s degree in music, yet all he did was teach eight year-old kids how to play recorders. For a while, Claudia tolerated his stories from the Grammar Schools, but soon it was all they talked about. Even at the height of lust, the very moment of orgasm, Johann would think of his beloved recorder. Finally, he gave Claudia an ultimatum, it was either the life of a music teacher at home with Johann, or the life of a musician without him. As she neared her climax, fingering her almond brown nipples and fucking herself with her vibrator deep inside the flower of her life, Claudia let go of Johann, she let go of the hate, she let go of the hurt and she let go of the pain. Then, she came. It felt like it started at her toes, slowly working its way up both of her legs, to her thighs then, to her clit and vagina. The wave didn’t stop there, as it went through her quivering stomach, her heaving red breasts into her neck and finally out of her mouth. She moaned in pleasure and contentment as wave after wave of orgasm went through her body, turning the transient thoughts of Johann to just memories of what could have been. As she came the vibrator still went in and out, making her ever more sensitive throughout her body. In the small wooden chair in front of the mirror, Claudia was no longer the instrument, but she had become the music. The waves continued to crash, as she spasmed, singing a song only women can understand or know, her heart was a snare drum violently beating eighth notes in time to the singing. The vibrator was the accompanist, supporting the singer in ways that were unimaginable and Claudia’s body had become the audience listening in rapt pleasure as the music began to slow down, and finally stop. Claudia took the drenched vibrator from her vagina, her hands still shaking from the incredible pleasure she had just experienced. Opening her eyes, she looked in the mirror to see who looked back at her, finding that it was a new woman. The new Claudia Woland, free from the shackles of the past. She looked no different, but it was inside her gleaming from her eyes, but it was very plain to see in the mirror. Claudia stood up from the chair, smiling at her reflection while slowly reaching out to it with her hands. The reflection did the same, as the mirror began to melt, destroying the barriers between worlds. The women locked hands reaching out to each other, finally embracing one another deeply kissing. They both locked arms, lips, chests and bodies, becoming one person. They frenched very slowly, while the mirror began to be solid once more. The hands unhooked, the tongues went apart, then the lips, then they were no longer connected, except for one place. Claudia stared into the eyes of the other Claudia in the large mirror, then she realized it was not a double that she looked at, but it was herself, simply a reflection in a mirror. Claudia looked at the watch on her desk, realizing that she had but a few minutes before her next show was to begin. But it had already started, for an audience of one, at least for the moment. It was an Elègie written not by Massenet, but by Woland, a new and more beautiful one that would play again and again in Claudia’s mind. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----