The Voice Professor
Keywords: The, Voice, Professor,
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"This is my first Literotica submission and any comments or feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!"
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It was the September of my junior year of college. I was mostly looking forward to it, but I was feeling a bit apprehensive since my voice professor, Dr. Logan, had retired the previous spring. As a mezzo-soprano vocal major, I knew how important the relationship between a musician and her main private instructor was, and I was really hoping I'd get along with this new professor and learn as much as I could from him.
Silly as it may sound, I was a bundle of nerves before my first lesson with him. "What if he doesn't like me? What if I can't stand him? What if I realize we can never work together and I have to transfer schools?" I spilled to my roommate that morning.
"Anita, calm down," Holly said. "You're being totally irrational. Why wouldn't the two of you be able to work together?"
"I don't know." I sighed and turned towards her. "How do I look? Do you think I should have dressed a little nicer? Is my hair okay? I want to make a good first impression."
"Anita, please!" Holly started laughing. "You'll be perfectly fine. Now go before you're late."
I chose to have one more quick look in our mirror before heading out the door. I had pulled back my dark blonde hair into a high ponytail and wore little makeup. For my clothes, I had opted just to wear a purple button-down shirt and a nice pair of jeans. My large D-cup breasts strained a bit against the fabric and buttons of the shirt, but I didn't think it was terribly noticeable and I really didn't have much else to wear. I tucked one stray strand of hair back behind my ear and set off for my lesson.
It was a short walk to the music building, and in a few minutes, I found myself standing in front of Dr. Logan's former office. "Michael Robbins" I read off the nameplate. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"It's open!" came a voice from inside.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Dr. Robbins was working on his computer at his desk on the opposite side of the office, his back towards me. He seemed to be tall, though it was difficult to tell for sure since he was sitting down, had greying hair, and was of medium build. From the hair, I judged him to be in his late forties/early fifties.
"Dr. Robbins? I'm Anita Hennessy, I scheduled my first lesson for this morning." I closed the door behind me and walked towards him.
"Ah yes, Anita, I've been expecting you." He stood up and turned around and I found myself looking into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen on anyone. They were deep-set and a dark, wonderful grey, and I found myself staring.
"It's nice to meet you, I was just looking at the notes Dr. Logan left for me about you." His voice snapped me out of my little trance and I noticed he was extending his hand to me.
"Oh, nothing but good things, I hope." I smiled as I shook his hand. It was smooth and warm and much to my dismay, I felt a small shiver run through me. "God, Anita, get a hold of yourself", I thought. "He's your professor, you barely know the guy, you..."
"Of course, I wouldn't expect anything but good things from one of Dr. Logan's students," he laughed, bringing me back to reality once again. "Please, sit down," he said, gesturing to a chair beside his desk.
The rest of the lesson was fairly uneventful, though I'm sure my cheeks were a bright, flaming red for the whole hour. We talked about what I wanted to accomplish this semester, what pieces we should work on, and some of my plans for the future. I told him about my dream of being an opera star, and he smiled.
"Opera? Most vocal students I've seen have been interested in either musical theater or teaching," he told me.
"I suppose I could always have teaching to fall back upon, but I've always loved opera. To me, it's just the most beautiful art form there is."
His smile grew even wider. He had a great smile, too (of course). "I think we're going to get along just fine this semester." He stood up and walked over to the piano in the corner. "Let's sing a little before you have to leave."
We spent the last ten minutes doing some simple warm-ups, him playing, and me singing. "Well, Anita, from what I've heard so far, you really have a lovely voice. One of the best I've heard in years."
I felt myself blush even more. "Thank you," I managed to squeak out. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what this man was doing to me or how he was doing it. He assigned me a piece to work on for the following week and I left his office.
"So? How'd it go?" Holly asked me as soon as I returned to our apartment.
"Fine, I guess," I said, not really wanting to go into detail. I plopped down on the couch next to her and tried to concentrate on whatever drivel she had on the TV.
"Just 'fine'? After all the fuss this morning?" She rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, really, how was it? What's he like?"
"He's nice. Very nice. We talked about plans for this semester, he seems to be competent. Everything should be just fine."
"See, I told you that you were worrying for nothing." She turned towards me and I guess she noticed that my cheeks were still quite a bit flushed. "Anita," she said, with a knowing grin, "Why do I get the feeling that there's something you're telling me?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said as I tried to focus on the television.
"Oh, don't pull that with me, you're one of my best friends, it's "obvious" that you're lying." I tried to ignore her. "So, he's a real hottie, is he?"
I had to snicker at her use of the word "hottie". "Holly, he's probably old enough to be my father. Men that age aren't 'hotties'."
"You know what I meant."
"Well, I found him to be an attractive man, but I don't know if my opinion's the popular one," I admitted.
"Fair enough. But I don't think that's all, there has to be something more, I haven't seen your face that red in quite a long time."
I figured, what the hell, and decided to confide in her. "I don't know what it was, just something about him..."
"Got you all hot and bothered?" She winked at me.
"Holly!"
She laughed. "Well?"
"Well...yeah, I guess. I mean, I know it's so wrong, But there was definitely something there. Or there was on my end, anyway."
"Good, it's about time you realized that there are other men in the world besides Dan Alexander. I think this is good for you."
I wrinkled my nose. Dan was my first really serious relationship and we had broken up [rather badly] at the end of last semester. Holly was right, I hadn't really paid much attention to men since then. "Please, spare me your psychoanalytical bullshit. "Nothing" is going to happen with this."
She shrugged. "Whatever you say. But I still think a little fling would be a good thing."
"A little fling?" Sometimes I couldn't believe Holly. "Holly, I am "not" going to fuck one of my professors."
"Why not? You wouldn't be the first."
"Because he's my professor and I'm not going to be the class slut?"
"Well, technically, you don't have a class with him..."
"Holly, you really need to stop talking, like, "right now"."
"As you wish. I have to go take a shower anyway." She stood up and tossed me the TV remote. "You really need to be less uptight about sex. Just because Dan was lousy in bed doesn't mean the rest of the male population is."
"Holly!" I shouted yet again, but my only response was the slamming of the bathroom door. I shook my head and started mindlessly flipping through the channels on the TV. As hard as I tried, though, I couldn't get Dr. Robbins or Holly's words out of my head. However, I still firmly believed that the relationship between teachers and students should remain strictly professional.
The weeks passed quickly enough. My lessons with Dr. Robbins were the highlight of my week. Not only was he an incredibly gifted teacher, but he was an all-around great guy as well. Since I had the last lesson time of the day and had no classes afterwards, I often found myself staying late just to talk with him in his office. From time to time, I would find myself captivated by his beautiful eyes and every accidental touch would still send chills all over my body. I was determined, though, to not think about that too much.
I found myself dressing up a bit more for my lessons as well. I told myself (and Holly) that I was merely trying to look professional, but I think we both knew what was going on in my subconscious. One day in mid-October, the weather was unseasonably warm, so I decided to take advantage of it while it lasted.
"Wow, Anita, what's the occasion?" Holly asked me as I stepped out of my bedroom. I was wearing a black miniskirt with black high-heeled sandals, which made my legs look longer (always a plus when you're only about 5'3"). I had selected a light pink halter top that was just a little too tight. Okay, it was "really" tight. It was also a bit low-cut, making my ample breasts look like they were going to spill out of it any second. Though I was a bit nervous since I usually choose not to show a lot of skin, I have to admit, I was pleased during my final mirror-check.
"No special occasion," I said. "I'm just happy that it's so nice out."
She grinned at me, but only said, "You look great."
I couldn't help but be a little excited by all the male stares I got on my way to the music building. Since the halter top was so tight, I had decided not to wear a bra, resulting in a bit of a "jiggle" as I walked. "When you got it, flaunt it", I thought to myself and shrugged as I knocked on Dr. Robbins' door.
"It's open!" came the familiar, friendly voice, as always. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Dr. Robbins looked up from his notes and for a fleeting moment, I saw a look of surprise pass through those deep grey eyes. He continued to stare at me until I decided to break the tension by walking over and sitting down in the chair next to him.
"I wanted to work with you on your vibrato today," he finally said.
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Keywords: The, Voice, Professor,