A prodigy, him not her; well, so the press said.And me? Viola – the instrument I mean. My name’s Jennie!Yes, the fucking viola. None of the violin...��s sparkling tintinnabulation; nor the cello’s dark, noble, robust body. The viola’s gruff, poised between light and dark, lurking in the shadows, emerging when you least expect it. But beautifully introspective, mellow; the orchestra’s Cinderella.I am used to the viola jokes, usually just grin and bear it. But hearing Jade buy into the stereotype. Pulling my tongue out, I quickly replaced them with two long, rough fingers. Slamming them in and out fast, with her screams and moans encouraging me, I bit and licked her clit as much as I could. I could feel her muscles tighten around m fingers. ‘Let go’ I said roughly, still slamming my fingers into her. Her cum exploded over my fingers as she gripped my hair tightly. I pulled my fingers out and licked them clean, then licked up between her lips quickly. Kissing up her body I reached. I thanked her, but didn't think too much of it.After the compliments, Lys stepped closer and asked if I'd be O.K. with her thanking me in another way. Assuming I knew what that meant, I said "Sure!" With that, she leaned in even closer and kissed me. When I say "kissed," I mean she KISSED me! Her lips parted, she slid her tongue into my mouth and wiggled the tip against my soft palate. Fortunately, I have a pretty well-controlled gag reflex. Lys withdrew her tongue slowly from my mouth. For a. All black satin with anopen bottom and four garters, it had built in under wire cups alternatingsatin and lace panels and a bow above the each garter strap. I startedgetting moist just holding it.As I opened the zipper, I had a naughty, evil, sexy idea. After pulling afew things out of my lingerie drawer I slipped my white, terry cloth robeover my naked body and went back out in the living room.Seeing that I had not changed clothes, his face fell. "Is somethingwrong?" he asked."No, everything.