What's wrong with you again? " I asked Amanda sarcastically. "Sorry sis... I rarely practice..." "You've been unable to follow me many times... the notes are all off... don't think you can play the saxophone well without practice," I continued.
Amanda was silent. Her eyes looked at the floor, as if counting the number of ceramic tiles, or just estimating the area of the carpet covering it. I was annoyed. As a music teacher, the most annoying thing is when your students don't practice at all.
Plus, when I was busy working on my master's thesis, where teaching the saxophone was my only entertainment, this one student made me upset. Amanda, 19 years old, a student who happened to be at the same university as me taking my master's degree, in my opinion was very talented at playing the saxophone.
But she rarely practiced. It could be heard from her off-key notes, and her non-static blowing, indicating that she rarely touched the instrument. As a master's student who paid for her own studies, playing music and teaching music were the main sources of income that financed my studies.
My father can no longer pay for my college because he passed away a long time ago. The money my mother gives me every month is only enough to pay for my boarding house. The money for college is also supported by a scholarship.
But the scholarship is not full. That's why I use my talent in playing the saxophone to earn money, teaching or playing at music events. From what I saw on the Facebook friendship site, Amanda seemed to really enjoy playing with her friends, whether it was hanging out at a cafe, going to the mall, or visiting Bandung with her friends.
That's not a problem really, but if she skips her saxophone practice, that's a problem for me. Some people say that if the student is crazy, it means the teacher is wrong. That makes me annoyed when Amanda always makes mistakes when playing. "Okay, that's all for today" I packed up my saxophone and my music book.
"But sis ..." Amanda cut me off "But why ... next week I'll take the test again, don't let it get to the point where I can't play like I did now." I immediately rushed out, put on my jacket, filled in the teacher's attendance at the reception desk, and went out to start my motorbike engine. It was almost Maghrib.
Amanda followed me out. “Sis… I’m sorry…. I’ve been busy lately, I rarely practice…” She said. “Okay… I’ll fix it next week okay” I put on my helmet. “I’ll go home first” I rode my motorbike away from the tutoring place.
From the rearview mirror I could see Amanda getting into her city car. My meeting with Amanda began when I was filling an event held by her campus’ BEM. She was on the committee, LO band which included me as a member. Starting from chatting, it turned out that Amanda also played the saxophone and she wanted to learn from me.
Because I taught at one of the prestigious music schools in Jakarta, I just told her to register, and she finally registered to be my student. Actually Amanda was fun, liked to joke around and was easy to get along with. But her weakness was that, she was lazy to practice, I don’t know what her days were spent doing other than studying.
Whether it was playing, dating, I don’t really know, because the conversation between me and Amanda only revolved around music, local and global music. I went back to my boarding house, I turned on the laptop that I had saved up myself. Actually, I'm not from a poor family, it's just that my father is a disciplined person and doesn't spoil his children.
When I was studying for my bachelor's degree in Bandung, when I was able to earn my own money, I started to lighten my parents' burden by not asking for pocket money. When before I graduated from my bachelor's degree, my father died and his last will was for me to continue my education.
I followed my father's advice, and in fact, even though it was only from teaching and playing music, I was able to save, pay for my tuition, and pay off my motorbike, although the money for the boarding house was still helped by my mother. As for Amanda, you could see that her life was very easy. Rich parents, who spoil their children, can be seen from her saxophone which looks new and shiny, different from my old saxophone that I saved up myself.
Wherever she goes by car, when she goes out, I even know her boyfriend, even though I only know her. Rich people's children too. Their lives are very different from mine. It seems that anything they want is easy to get.
Next Sunday at 4 pm. I waited for the rain to stop in my boarding house. I should have been at the music school at 5. But because I was riding a motorbike, I could only wait. Time kept passing.
The rain didn't stop. Maghrib had arrived, and I had called the music school to cancel today's lesson. I lay down on my bed, too lazy to go anywhere else. Suddenly my cellphone rang. I looked at my cellphone screen. It turned out to be Amanda's number.
"Hello sis...." Amanda started the conversation "Hey you, what's wrong? You already know the lesson isn't going to happen, right?" I answered "I'm in front of your boarding house" she continued "Hey.... What are you doing?" I was surprised. Amanda hung up the phone. I rushed out of my boarding room, and I saw Amanda soaking wet from the rain, standing in front of my boarding house gate.
Without thinking, I took an umbrella, ran, and opened the gate. “What’s wrong with you? Why did you get caught in the rain? Where’s your car?” I asked repeatedly. Amanda just stayed silent. She was shivering from the cold, and I saw her eyes were red and there were traces of crying.
Luckily, no one saw, so Amanda could enter my room. Since the bathroom was inside the room, I told Amanda to take a shower. I didn’t forget to give her my rather small t-shirt and shorts, as well as the towel I usually wore. I was actually a bit worried. Because in this boarding house, you’re not allowed to bring female guests into the room.
I didn’t know what would happen if the boarding house people thought Amanda and I were doing indecent things. I just stared at the bathroom door. I could hear the sound of running water from the shower clearly. Not long after, Amanda came out, wearing the clothes I had prepared earlier.
She was trying to dry her hair by rubbing it with a towel. I could see that her eyes were still red. “What’s wrong with you?” I dared to ask "It's a long story, sis..." She said while sitting beside me, on the edge of the bed.
"If you don't want to tell me, don't force it" I then stood up and put on my jacket "I'll buy food, you stay here first, don't come out, because in this boarding house, female guests are not allowed to enter the room" "And don't make a fuss, or they'll think I'm sneaking you in" I reminded her I couldn't believe it.
What was on Amanda's mind that she dared to come to her music teacher's boarding house. I walked with an umbrella in the rain, heading to the fried rice seller to order 2 portions, to take home. I returned to the boarding room.
The rain had stopped. I unlocked the room, and found Amanda receiving a phone call with tears streaming down her face. I immediately closed the door and prepared the food. Amanda just kept quiet, and she immediately hung up the phone.
"Eh... eat first..." I reprimanded her Amanda just kept quiet. For a moment we were both silent. "Sis... do you have any tissues?" Amanda finally opened her mouth. I immediately took a tissue from my desk drawer. Amanda wiped her tears and took a deep breath. “Sorry, sis, I’m bothering you.” Amanda took her food and started eating.
“It’s okay, just relax.” “I’ll take you home when your clothes are dry,” I replied. “No need, sis…. I want to stay here,” Amanda’s statement shocked me. “But, I already told you, the boarding house here is not allowed to accept female guests.” I deliberately emphasized my words.
“I won’t make a fuss, sis. Promise,” she replied. I just sighed while reluctantly eating my fried rice. What did she want, I thought. “If you want a drink, take the glass on the shelf near the bathroom door,” I said after Amanda finished her food. Amanda obeyed and took a glass, and poured water from the dispenser.
I didn't finish my food, and turned on my laptop. Honestly, I was confused about how to face Amanda. I rarely date, when I was in college I didn't even have time to date. Busy with college and music. Especially now, college, music, teaching.
That's what made me a bit awkward being alone in a room with a woman. "If you want to read magazines, they're on the shelf above the bed" I said that because Amanda seemed to be just sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the floor with a blank stare But Amanda seemed to ignore what I said.
She was still daydreaming "Amanda. Why?" I was getting more curious. Amanda seemed surprised to hear my question. "Hmmm .... I wonder sis ... what do men want" she opened the dialogue "Why is that?" I got off the chair and sat on the carpet. Amanda got off the edge of the bed and sat in front of me. "Earlier I planned to skip class sis ...." Amanda answered "So?"
“I went out with my boyfriend earlier. At 5 o’clock, the time I was supposed to have my lessons, I was in my boyfriend’s car, he was driving, the plan was to go get something to eat and watch a movie” Amanda continued her story. “I don’t know why he put his cellphone on the dashboard. I borrowed it, I wanted to play a game on his cellphone.
He allowed it, but for some reason I suddenly wanted to open his text message inbox” Halah. The boyfriend must be cheating on me, I thought to myself. “I saw affectionate text messages, sis. Not just one but several girls” Wow. I thought. That guy is really good. “What do I lack in him? He went out of his way to skip lessons, defended him, I always accompanied him, why is he like that to me?” she started to cry again.
“I’m disgusted seeing those text messages, he just loves all kinds of people in a relationship” I got Amanda another tissue because her tears were flowing profusely. “Then what?” I asked her to continue her story. “I was angry, sis. But he just kept quiet and didn’t say anything. Finally, I got out of the car at the red light.” “It was raining,” I answered a little unenthusiastically.
I don’t know why this case is so classic for people who are dating. But it seems Amanda was really hit by the incident. “Just let it be, sis. I walked, away from the car, I could hear him honking the horn… but after I was far from his car, I was confused about where to go.
But I remembered that the place earlier was close to your boarding house. That’s why I came here.” Indeed, Amanda had come here before, taken by her boyfriend, to pick up a song score. “So? Why did you come here? Didn’t you just go home?” I asked while trying to convince her to go home. “I can’t be bothered to be asked by my parents… where’s my boyfriend, why did you go home by yourself. It’s complicated,” she replied.
“What if they look for me?” I was even more confused. “I already told my parents… I want to sleep at a friend’s house.” “Don’t worry, they believe me…” Ouch. I don't know why I think Amanda is overreacting to this problem. Why not just break up with the guy, get a taxi, go home, sleep, forget about it tomorrow. But she's even bothering to go to my boarding house.
"So what are you going to do here?" I asked lazily "I want to calm down first sis..." Eh. Isn't it better at home? There you can cry in front of your parents. Guaranteed to be calmed down, after crying the next day you'll feel relieved. I was confused seeing her fragility in dealing with this problem.
"Okay, whatever" I said "but remember, don't make a fuss, don't leave the room, tomorrow morning I'll take you home" "Yes sis" she replied... The next few hours were filled with our usual chats, about music, saxophone playing techniques.
I didn't forget to play loud music from my laptop and turn on the TV so that our voices couldn't be heard. Without realizing it, it was already 11 pm "I'm sleepy, sis..." Amanda said "Hmm... you sleep upstairs, I'll sleep on the carpet" I answered casually. "No, sis... I'm a guest.
I'll sleep on the carpet" it's more comfortable for me. I thought. I agreed and spread a spare blanket on the carpet, as a softer base, and gave her a thin blanket and extra pillows on the bed. I turned off the lights, and also got into bed, getting ready to sleep.
"Don't dream about what happened earlier, okay..." I reminded her "Yes, sis..." It was quiet. I just stared at the ceiling while thinking about how to get out tomorrow morning without being caught by the boarding house guard. It just so happened that it was raining heavily so the boarding house guard didn't pay attention to the gate.
I was a little annoyed with Amanda's attitude. She was lazy to practice, and didn't think long. Actually, a great feeling of pity arose in me. She was not mature, could not make mature decisions, and the result was like this. She was in her music teacher's boarding house, and she was sleeping on the floor. Oh well. Maybe Amanda needs a friend tonight, I thought.
I don't know why I couldn't sleep tonight, I have to admit Amanda's presence tonight ruined my mind. Not that it got worse, but my mind became dirty. I've had sex, once when I was in college. That experience made me imagine a little bit about what it would be like if I made love with Amanda.
Amanda is indeed beautiful, her skin is white and her face is sweet. And those facts made my mind dirty. If she were a man. I would definitely be relaxed. I couldn't sleep for a long time. I deliberately faced the wall so I wouldn't see Amanda.
Suddenly.. Jleg. I felt someone climb onto my bed. I was shocked, gasped a little but I managed to hold it in. Apparently Amanda climbed onto my bed. "Sis... I'll sleep with you, okay..." she said in a sulking tone. Damn I couldn't refuse because she had already climbed onto the bed.
“Ehh… if you want to use the blanket. I gave my part of the blanket to Amanda. She looked a little embarrassed, and immediately took her part of the blanket, and slept with her back to me. Damn. What is this. Why did she climb up? Is it because it’s cold? Or hard? Or why? I felt movement next to me.
“Sis… sorry… I actually still want to chat” “Is it okay?” I turned my body and found that the distance between my face and Amanda’s face was no more than 2 spans. Her red eyes looked at me hopefully. “You huh… Listen. Why does it have to be like this? You’re in the boys’ room now, sleeping together in the same bed. It’s not right to know. Should I just sleep downstairs?” I tried to get up.
“This is what I like about you…” Amanda suddenly said that. “Eh……..” I was surprised and froze for a moment “You’re a firm person…” “Not like her…. selfish… never able to be firm and has no choice” “Manda… but” My words stopped when her hand touched my cheek softly. “I like you” her confession made me shocked.
Is it true? Is Amanda just carried away by her feelings because she just experienced disappointment in her relationship? I froze. Silent. In my heart I admitted that Amanda's sweet figure attracted me. But all this time I always ignored those feelings because 1, she already had a boyfriend, and 2, I didn't have time for women in the midst of my thesis, music and teaching.
"Sis" her hand continued to stroke my cheek. I melted. Suddenly we both moved our faces forward. We closed our eyes and our lips touched. We kissed slowly and softly. Amanda continued to move into my arms.
I grabbed her waist, and held her other hand. The soles of our feet touched and intertwined. Inside the blanket. we kissed warmly. We forgot the boundaries between teacher and student. Even though our ages were not much different, only six years, it felt like a strange affair between teacher and student. Even though the teacher and student were only in music school. We kissed for a very long time.
I don't know why we both didn't kiss passionately and in a hurry. My left hand that touched Amanda's waist suddenly started to be naughty. My hand went inside the t-shirt she was wearing. Touching her smooth skin. Amanda didn't fight back. She even kept kissing me. Amanda didn't protest when my hand went inside her shorts and held her butt. Damn.
Apparently she wasn't wearing panties and a bra. I let go of my kiss, and started kissing her ears and neck. "Ahh... Sis..." Amanda seemed to enjoy what I did. My hand kept playing trying to open her shorts. Amanda didn't fight back, her legs even moved to help me take off the shorts.
In the end I threw the pants to the floor. I started touching her very smooth thighs. I hugged her tightly, pressing her stomach against mine. "Sis..." Amanda called me "Why?" I stopped my kiss on her neck "If you want that'... slowly... I’ve never…” she answered softly with a resigned tone and a hopeful gaze. What. Still a virgin? I was shocked.
I thought she had at least slept with her boyfriend. No wonder she couldn’t handle her boyfriend’s behavior properly, her experience was very minimal. I was silent. Frozen. Unable to think clearly. “Amanda… if you don’t want to, don’t…” I stepped back “It’s okay sis.
If it’s with my brother I want to…” Amanda grabbed my hand. “You’ve never…. don’t force yourself if you don’t want to…” I tried to think clearly. Amanda was silent, but she instead went back into my arms. “I want to…” she answered softly “I just ask you to treat me gently”
“But” I still persisted “Sis…. I want to give it to my brother tonight” “That’s because I like you” “From the first time we met, but you seemed indifferent to me…. but I like it more because I know that you are a firm, mature person, " "Amanda, it's just a feeling of escape ..." I answered Amanda just kept quiet. But she answered by getting deeper into my arms.
She hugged me tightly, and didn't want to let me go. "I want to do it only with you" Amanda remained persistent. We looked at each other for a very long time. Until finally I kissed her again. My common sense defense collapsed. My hands continued to circle her slender waist.
Amanda slowly moved to press on my body. Her body climbed on top of mine. Her hands tried to open my t-shirt but she seemed a little awkward doing it. I released my hands from her waist and helped her open my top. After that I tried to get up and sit down. Amanda held my shoulders and tried to move forward to kiss me.
I held her and held both of her hands. I looked into her eyes closely. Amanda looked at me shyly. I was a little nervous. Tonight was the second time I had sex. And this was the first for Amanda. My heart was beating fast. I held the edge of the t-shirt she was wearing. I slowly pulled it up. Amanda obeyed by raising her hands.
Amanda was already completely naked on my lap. Both of her hands were crossed, covering her small breasts. She looked down a little and looked very shy. This must have been her first time being completely naked in front of a man. I held her chin and lifted her face.
Not long after I kissed her lips softly. I held both of her hands and started kissing her neck, then down to her small breasts. I kissed her nipples. I felt her body tremble a little, either because she was ticklish or a little scared.
“Uhh….. Sis… ticklish…..” Amanda let out a small moan. I whispered to her “Don’t be too noisy… it could be bad if the boarding house guard finds out…” Amanda nodded slowly. I continued kissing her breasts. I saw Amanda biting her lip. Holding back her from making a fuss. “Ngggh…. mmmhhh…” Amanda continued to moan.
Oh, what will happen when we get to the heart of the game? I told Amanda to get off my lap. I immediately took off my pants. Amanda looked a little shocked when she saw my penis. This was also the first time she had seen a man’s penis directly. Amanda sat beside me.
“Amanda, if you’re not ready, you better not do it…” I looked at her face which looked embarrassed and flushed red, “It’s okay, sis…. it’s already this far…” she smiled a little even though I could feel that she was nervous and nervous. I held her hand gently and kissed her forehead. Then I pulled her slowly to sit back on my lap.
Amanda sat with her back to me. Her back was really smooth and clean. I started kissing her shoulders, then down to her neck. I hugged her waist tightly and I could feel Amanda's hands hugging my neck tightly. I kissed the back of her neck and back for a long time.
Unable to hold it anymore, I slowly guided Amanda to lie down on the bed. I held her knees and spread her thighs. I pressed down on her body. Amanda's hands held my shoulders. I froze for a moment looking at Amanda. Should I take this sweet woman's virginity? Should she do it with me?
Amanda looked back at me and said "Sis... slowly... I know it will definitely hurt at first" "If you don't want to, we can stop now..." I answered her. Amanda shook her head slowly. "I'm ready, Sis... .." The head of my penis touched her wet vagina lips.
Slowly I rubbed the head of my penis on her vaginal lips. Amanda twitched in amusement. I adjusted my position by holding her hand. I felt my penis slowly enter her vaginal lips. Very tight. I concentrated fully on entering her vagina. "Nggggh…….Ahhh….. " Amanda endured the pain.
I could see her biting her lip and her eyes were a little teary. "Uhhhh….." she took a breath of relief when my penis entered her vagina completely. I started to move my penis back and forth slowly. Amanda seemed to close her eyes, and winced as if in pain. I pulled out my penis. I saw my penis covered in Amanda's virgin blood.
"Does it hurt? If you can't stand the pain, don't continue…" I was worried "It's okay sis….." Amanda smiled with slightly teary eyes. I took a deep breath, I decided not to change our lovemaking position, it was too early for both of us. Plus our experience was very minimal. I put my penis back into her vaginal hole.
It was easier, although still tight. I felt her warm vaginal walls grip my penis tightly. “Mmmhhhh….bro..” Amanda moaned softly, she no longer winced or bit her lip like she did just now.
I continued to move my penis back and forth slowly but steadily. “Uhhh…..” Amanda suddenly gripped my shoulders tightly. As if she wanted to scratch them. “Mmmmhhh” Amanda’s legs gripped my waist tightly.
I knew she was going to orgasm. Too fast maybe. But it was natural. Because this was Amanda’s first experience. She didn’t know how to control the tempo, change positions, plus tonight I was the one controlling everything. Amanda continued to make small sounds following the tempo of my movements. “Nggg… mmmmhh….” I suddenly stopped my movements.
I didn’t want to go too far inside. Amanda’s legs gripped my waist tightly. Tonight was her first experience. It was natural for her to look tense or nervous.
I didn’t want her tension to cause an unwanted accident. “Ah…. why bro?” she asked innocently with irregular breath “No… you pinched my waist too hard earlier… I was afraid that I would come inside…” I answered.
“oh…. “amanda “you relax, honey….” I stroked her hair softly and she just nodded slowly. I slowly signaled Amanda to lie on her stomach. From behind I positioned the head of my penis right at her vaginal opening. I slowly put it back in.
“hmmhhh… aaahhhh…” Amanda moaned again when I inserted my penis. I hugged her waist and guided her up. We made love in the doggy style position. Amanda’s hands rested on the mattress. I moved my penis back and forth while holding her waist tightly.
“Uuuuuh…. Ahhh….. “ Amanda couldn’t hold back her voice anymore. Either because of the pain or pleasure. But even if it was painful, she didn’t fight back. Amanda kept moaning. I don’t know how long we did it. “Sis…. I… ahhh” I knew Amanda would orgasm soon. But I didn’t pull out my penis. I was even more passionate about moving it.
Her hand support was getting weaker. I reflexively pulled her hand back so that her body position remained stable. I felt her body tense and her vagina clamped my penis tightly. “Aaaaah….. aaaahh….. nggghh….” Amanda moaned without caring about the condition of my boarding room which might leak the sound that night into the next room.
“Ngggghh… aaaaaaaaaah”. Not long after, I immediately pulled out my penis and my sperm then spurted out of her vagina. Amanda immediately fell limply onto the bed. I lay down next to her. We looked at each other for quite a long time and hugged until we fell asleep.
Now, we are no longer student and teacher. But more than that. We often spend time together outside of tutoring, because we are now lovers. The incident that night has never happened again until now.
And we never brought it up again. Let that night be there to be remembered in our respective hearts.
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