Undisclosed Lessons (Wave and The Snuggubus)

[WaveVelour]

In the bedroom, at the vanity, after a cozy bath; a pair of eyes admired the alluring reflection in the mirror as the woman who owned it preened herself. Despite being in the process of making herself more presentable, she didn’t intend to go outside. Her plans were to stay at home, rather. For the next few hours at least. She was expecting to have a guest, an additional pair of legs to wander around in her spacious apartment where the thirty-three-year-old composer lived alone.

It was a promise she was happy to be keep; giving her boss’ daughter some piano lessons, to help her explore her love for music. Sporting a cheerful personality, she enjoyed meeting new people, liked to establish new relationships. On the other hand, like any other artist, she wasn’t free of a rebellious spirit. To some extent, violet colour of her hair reflected that. However, her rather kinky tendencies were not as apparent from outside. Otherwise, her somewhat conservative boss might have thought twice about sending her daughter to her place.

Still in her underwear, Megan wasn’t yet ready to welcome her guest into her home. A low cut blouse soon clad her top, teasing the shape of her round assets. A comfortable pair of purple leggings hugged her hips, matching her hair colour nicely. Not being exactly a home-loving person, she usually preferred to go out. In a way, entertaining a guest at home could have been considered something new for her, if the said guest hadn’t come to get into her bed, that is. The number of people whom she invited into her bedroom admittedly wouldn’t have made a short list. And those guys, or sometimes gals, tended to leave her bedroom with some marks as well. Sometimes, her bedroom could turn into a little dungeon, to host new adventures.

“Yeah?” While awaiting the impending arrival of her visitor, Megan answered her phone. The voice introduced himself, as one her previous ‘victims.’ A short giggle rang in her living room as the woman tossed herself onto a sofa. “Me?!” Her green eyes widened in a small protest. “Oh, that’s not my fault.” She commenced a flirty banter. “Well, you gave me some trouble.” Twirling her purple locks, she continued. A recollection of the events from the last weekend summoned an untimely excitement into her pants. Untimely, since it would have been improper if such heated thoughts had puzzled her mind during the upcoming hours.

Her raised eyebrows soon moved down thoughtfully. “No. I’m busy.” She got to her feet with the knock on her door. Hurried steps drew the woman toward the entrance. “I warned you though, haven’t I?” A smile stretched her nude lips as she opened the door. “You shouldn’t have struggled so much.” Although Megan hadn’t met her visitor in person before, she welcomed her as if she had for years. “Yeah, yeah. Later. Maybe.” She finally managed to end the call, her gaze already on her guest.

“I’m sorry. Come in!” Flashing an apologetic smile at the younger woman before her, she welcomed her in. For piano lessons, of course.

 

[The Snuggubus]

Vivian had a passion for music, and was excited to learn, but it was sort of bittersweet. She was made well aware that her teacher was part of her "approved social circle", a term that haunted her for years. Being the daughter of a very conservative mother, her relationships were kept on a close leash, which was made even worse as the young girl grew to find out she might be into women. Being the daughter of a wealthy, influential father made it so that people treated her as if she was constantly about to break. Her attire certainly didn't help; a plain white summer dress, a small purse on her shoulder, a blue bow on her hair and cute little sandals, she looked like she was straight from a fairy tale book.

That's why she wasn't expecting to make a friend out of whoever was her piano teacher, but she was still excited to learn. She knocked on the door, and, due to how she was raised, even her knock sounded polite and reserved. When the door opened, the girl hesitated for a bit, admiring her teacher, clothes certainly displaying her curves. The girl cleared her throat and sent a polite "Hello" with a gentle smile, before removing her sandals and stepping in.

 

[WaveVelour]

It was the semi-hesitant visage of a young lady what Megan found at her door. Nothing she didn’t expect, really. Precious princess of her father’s empire, she thought. Whether this little flower suffered from a particular case of over-parenting, or just learned to enjoy the perks of having a highly resourceful family, Megan didn’t really care that much. She didn’t really judge people from their last names, looks, or preferences for that matter. As long as it didn’t directly affect her, of course.

Younger than the girl’s mother, older than Vivian herself, she perhaps could have acted as a bridge between them. That wasn’t her job, however. And she doubted the girl’s family shared the same level of open-mindedness in common with her anyway, especially when it came to the certain aspects of life. No need to mention that some of the things that intrigued Megan would have been outright inacceptable to conservative individuals.

In contrast to the gentle knocks that announced Vivian’s arrival, she shut the door relatively hard after her guest. “Oh, that’s not necessary. You can keep them.” Megan suggested as her visitor stepped out of her sandals. Being a teacher, she didn’t exactly know how to do it. However, it was more about helping a young woman explore her talents rather than giving her professional lectures. For now, such lessons could wait though as she first would like to know her first, and probably last, student better. Megan was actually acquainted with the girl’s mother, would call her a friend even. And since she was employed by her father, she knew a thing or two about him as well.

“Make yourself at home.” Megan led her guest into the living room, offering her a seat on the sofa. In fact, the same one on which she had a quite questionable conversation on the phone only a few moments ago. “Your dad pays the rent, after all.” She continued. Not an incorrect statement considering who paid her salary.

Neglecting the other available seats, Megan rested her hips just next to her so-called student. Invading Vivian’s personal space, she leaned in to have a rather close look at the girl’s charming face, to confirm the girl’s clear resemblance to her mother, whom she could describe as pretty, and quite hard-to-get. “Yeah, you do look like her.” Megan suggested with a nod, hoping the close proximity of her green eyes wouldn’t disturb the young woman. “Hopefully, you don’t share the short temper of your dad, right?” She added with a wink, which was followed by a brief introduction of her. "I'm Megan by the way."