Make Me Bad(Private Lessons)

Chapter Four




Luc





I make it back twenty minutes early, and I go about setting up the tiny room, clearing away all the chairs except for two. With no one else around, it’s going to be difficult to not get carried away with Madison, but she’s talented and I need to figure out just how deep her talent runs. Who knows? One day she could change the world with her music.

A few minutes later Madison appears, breathless and carrying her guitar. Her hair is down now and it’s wild and curly around her face.

“Sorry!” she says, quickly coming into the room and pulling open her guitar case.

I glance at my watch and see that we're starting nearly ten minutes late; I lost track of time.

“It’s not a problem. I’m sorry we couldn’t do this earlier. I’d actually like to meet like this every Tuesday, directly after the composition class. I’m not sure if you’re getting enough independent study.”

“I’m not getting any independent study,” she laughs, pushing her sleeves up again. “I feel like all I do outside of class is eat and drink. ”

The sight of her bare arms reminds me of our bathroom tryst. Focus.

“Well, that’s about to be rectified. You’re too damn good to not be getting any independent study.” I flash her a smile. “And as far as instructors go, I’m about as good as it gets.”

Who cares if I sound cocky? It’s the damn truth.

She doesn’t seem bothered by my confident statement, and instead sits down with her guitar and stares at me expectantly.

Right. I need to actually work with her now. I'm the instructor she's the student.

“Let’s go over the piece you played for me earlier.”

I sit down across from her, and we spend the next hour going through her beautiful piece of music. She explains to me her thought process behind it. I help her with a few points and show her some different ways she can change up the chords to make the piece just a little more complex and interesting than it already is. She's already magnificent at sweep picking, which is arguably the most difficult technical guitar skill to master, and her arpeggios and progressions are flawless. I can tell Madison is an eager and open student, which shouldn’t surprise me but it makes me like her more. I’ve always hated working with little snots who think their power tabs are some f*cking gift to the world.

And here, Madison’s music is a gift and she isn’t pretentious or arrogant about it at all.

The hour flies by, and I realize we need to wrap things up. The energy in the room is beginning to shift, and I’ve scooted my chair about as close as can be to Madison’s.

“I think that’s all we have time for today.” I say softly, looking down at Madison’s face.

“Yes, my shoulders are getting a little stiff,” she breathes, staring back at me.

I swallow and stand up, turning my back to her as I begin to place my guitar back in its case. After a few moments, I hear Madison get up as well. When I turn back around, her back is to me and she’s locking her guitar up in its case.

I admire her from behind, remembering what it felt like to slide my hands across her ass, and pull her hips close to mine. I have half a mind to do it again, but I’m not that foolish. I already risked my job and reputation last night when I lured her back to that bathroom. I can't risk f*cking things up even more by trying to screw her on campus, let alone in a classroom.

For all I know, she could've been completely smashed last night and barely remembers what happened. Part of me wants to bring it up, but I don’t.

Madison turns back around to face me and it’s almost as if she can read my mind. I take a step towards her and then hesitate. We should leave things at last night and let it be. I’ve already screwed up enough in my life, and I don’t need to add this to my list of the mistakes.

And yet, deep down I don’t see it as a mistake.

She looks at me, searching my face for permission with those big blue eyes. I hold strong. I don't waiver.

In an instant she’s in my arms. Her mouth is moving against mine and I can’t fight it any longer. I groan, returning her kiss, needing her now more than I ever could've realized. I run my hands through her hair, kissing her hungrily, trailing kisses along her jaw line as she moans softly. I can tell she loves every moment of this as much as I do.

“I thought you’d forgotten.” she breathes between kisses, grabbing my face and gazing into my eyes.

“I couldn’t.” I admit. “I won't ever forget last night.” I finally mange to break away, worried that someone might walk into the classroom at any moment. “We can’t do this here. This is too risky.”

“I’m 21 and I can make my own decisions. Who gives a shit?” she says defensively.

“You’re still a student. My student. And Christ, you’re an undergrad. And I’m supposed to be your advisor on this trip.”

Madison smirks. “An advisor who drinks with his students.”

I shrug. “As you said, you’re all of age, and this is Paris.”

Madison bites her lip nervously, which is endearing and unintentionally sexy at the same time. “I should go. I told Cleo that I would be back in time for dinner...”

“It’s early for dinner in Paris.”

She smirks, “Well we're getting wine first.”

“Ahh.”

She picks up her guitar and bag and turns back to me. “So, will I see you before next week’s class?”

“I hope so.”

“A bunch of us are going to that new restaurant by the opera house on Friday night.”

I know exactly the restaurant she means.

“When?” I ask.

“Eight-thirty.”

“I’ll try to make it.”

Madison hesitates in the doorway and then nods. She seems to want to say more, but she doesn’t. Then she’s gone.

I can still smell her perfume in the air, and I sink into a chair and inhale deeply, willing the erection in my pants to subside. The scent is intoxicating, yet I know it’s more than the perfume itself.

I shouldn’t be pursuing this fling with her. I should be focusing on my work here in the city, and enjoying living in Paris as a single man in the prime of his life. Hadn’t I endured enough with Vera? Did I really want to get caught up in another relationship? Especially a taboo tryst that will never, could never lead anywhere?

Though, wasn’t Paris the kind of place to do such a thing? Why can’t I enjoy Madison while we're both in this incredible city? She certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself last night, and the thought of educating her sexually is arousing. I'm sure she hasn't had many partners, and I’m sure I can show her a thing or two.

The thought of getting her naked in my bed, and making her come again and again is making my dick harder. Would she be as eager of a student in bed as she seemed to be with music? Maybe she has some kinky fantasy of sleeping with her teacher—I can definitely work that to my advantage.

I let my mind run over the possibilities as I make my way back to my apartment.