An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 05

Ch. 05 song titles

Pines of Rome, Movement 2 trumpet solo (Respighi)

Petrushka, Ballerina trumpet solo (Stravinsky)

An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 05

Mike awoke first on Monday, which surprised him; Melody had promised to wake him up at 6:30. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only 6:05. Guess her genie alarm hasn’t gone off yet…

Deciding to have a little fun, he rolled onto his side towards Melody, who was laying with her back to him. He gently spooned his body against hers, being careful not to wake her yet. Her breathing deepened, but she did not stir, and he began to lightly brush his fingers across her nipples. He could tell that this was having the desired effect, now being able to smell the sweet nectar seeping from her pussy. This, in turn, intensified his morning wood to almost painful levels.

Mike shifted his pelvis lower, brushing his hard cock against her ass as it moved southward. Rubbing the tip against her entrance before gently pushing himself into her tunnel, her pussy juices began squishing at the introduction of his rod. She was exceptionally tight in general, but especially so from this position. Smiling, it became a game to him, seeing how far he could push himself into her before she woke up. Gently allowing his cock to slither in a bit further, about two thirds of his length, he finally heard her breathing change, indicating she was now aware of what he was up to. “Good morning,” he whispered. “It certainly is,” she replied, repeating his quip from yesterday. As he began to thrust in and out of her at a leisurely pace, she asked, “What happened to me waking you up?”

He chuckled. “Woke up just after six. And apparently couldn’t wait to get my cock into you today.”

Giggling, she replied, “Well, no complaints here. If an irresistible desire to fuck your girlfriend is what gets you up on time, I suppose that’s a burden I can bear.”

As he continued his lazy thrusts, Melody pulled her knees towards her chest, giving him better access and allowing him to fully engulf his length inside of her. He pushed all the way in, holding himself there momentarily, and circled his cock around her pussy, exploring every inch of her tunnel as she moaned in surprise and delight.

“I love this position,” she purred. “It’s so relaxing…”

“Definitely. I’m just glad I woke up before you. Otherwise, I might not have gotten the idea,” he replied.

Giggling, she said, “That kind of inspiration and creativity can only help your practicing throughout the day, I’d imagine.”

Continuing his moderate pace, he agreed. “One can only hope.”

They were quickly discovering this position to be one of their favorites, not only for sexual enjoyment, but also for general intimacy. Even though they were not facing each other, they found that conversations were extremely easy to have from this angle. As they continued their lovemaking, they heard voices outside the bedroom window. Mike smiled, recognizing it as Sandra, hustling her kids to the car for school. Sasha’s adorable little-girl voice was unmistakable.

“Sound’s like it’s time for school,” Melody observed. “Her kids are just the cutest. I love ‘em… oh!”

Mike had thrust deep into her again. “That’s why I fell in love with you,” he whispered. As she purred lovingly, hearing Sasha’s voice caused Mike to wonder something.

“Melody, are you able to have children?”

Gently running her fingers along his arms, she responded, “Absolutely, although I would only produce human offspring, not jinn. I also won’t ever become pregnant accidentally. You would need to wish to impregnate me. Is that what you would like?” She couldn’t help but smile at the turn the conversation was taking.

“Ah… not right now. I don’t think I’m ready for kids of my own yet, at least not financially. But someday, definitely.”

Still grinning, Melody turned her head, kissing his cheek as he continued his thrusting. “Well, when that day does come,” she whispered in his ear, “I know for a fact you’ll be an incredible father.”

Mike shuddered as a chill went up his spine. He was surprised at just how turned on he was becoming by having the kids conversation. She always knows just what buttons to push.

Deciding it was time for the big finish, he gently lifted Melody’s higher leg up, allowing him better access to thrust at a much faster pace. Her breathing became more labored as she felt her own climax approaching, and she began to toy with her clit. She brought herself to one orgasm manually before another one quickly built up within her, finally exploding as Mike filled her up with his cum. Deeply satisfied, the pair simply relaxed in bed for a few minutes more, spooning together with Mike’s cock slowly softening inside her pussy.

Mike kissed her shoulder lovingly, whispering, “You’re wrong, you know. About me being an incredible father.”

Throwing a confused look over her shoulder, she asked, “What do you mean?”

Grinning, he explained, “Any asshole that can get an erection can be a father. But it takes a real man to be a dad. Getting spit up on, putting Band-Aids on cuts, teaching right and wrong… that’s dad work. And if I become half the dad mine is, I’ll have done alright.”

Melody now rolled over to face him, his flaccid cock slipping out of her. She gazed into his eyes and ran her fingers through his messed up hair. Its blonde color seemed to shimmer from the light of the sunrise peeking through their bedroom window. Nothing more needed to be said; she saw in his eyes exactly the kind of dad he was capable of being. She hoped and prayed she would have his children, someday.

After another short make out session, the pair got out of bed start the day. A few soapy orgasms later, they had dressed and headed to the kitchen for some much needed nourishment. Mike ate a couple of Pop-Tarts with a glass of milk, while Melody tried some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. She was a bit surprised at first by the extreme sweetness, but soon came to love it and dug in. After breakfast, Mike went to the kitchen, preparing a couple of chicken breasts and some broth in his slow cooker, intending to make quesadillas out of them for lunch. He then relaxed on the sofa, checking emails on his laptop. He had not yet received any update from the Maestro on who this mystery panelist would be for his audition on Friday. Figuring he had procrastinated long enough, Mike closed his computer and decided to start his first practice session.

Entering the small sunroom at the front of his apartment that he used as his office and practice studio, he began unpacking his trumpets from their cases. For auditions of this sort, the panel wanted to see not only the candidate’s general skill, but also their versatility in a wide variety of styles. As such, most professional trumpet players had put together quite a collection of instruments for these styles. There was his standard pair of trumpets in B-flat and C, perfect for a wide variety of music, his tiny piccolo trumpet for extremely old music that was written in very high ranges, and his more specialized E-flat trumpet, used for a concerto that he knew would be on the audition. In the corner of the room stood two additional cases holding two of Mike’s favorite horns: his cornet and flugelhorn. Though not typically used in orchestral music, he loved the sounds they produced, and always seemed to play around on them whenever he needed a lift to his spirits for any reason.

His preparations complete, he started his daily warm-ups, working through scales and sound quality exercises, eventually moving to more acrobatic warm-ups. As he played, he started to wonder something.

“Hey, Melody?”

“Hey, what’s up?” came the response.

“Quick question. I know you would probably be able to soundproof a room with your privacy powers. Would you be able to keep that soundproofing intact outside of sexual encounters? Say, for a perfectly quiet practice studio that would never bother the neighbors?”

She closed her eyes, searching her mind for the answer. “I can,” she finally replied. “However, it would require that we have sex of some sort in that room within one week, or the wish would eventually deactivate.”

“Oh no…” Mike answered sarcastically. “How can you put such HUGE restrictions on me?! I mean, REQUIRING me to fuck my girlfriend in a room just to keep it soundproof?! I guess…”

Giggling, she shot back, “Well, we would need to test out just how soundproof the room really is, right? Shall I make it happen?”

“Let’s do it.”

Tingle. Flash.

Though the room didn’t look any different, Mike looked over at Melody from within his studio. Her lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear a single word she was saying. Stepping out for a moment, he revealed this to her, asking, “Is it possible to let sound into the room, but not out?”

“So picky,” she replied, playfully sticking her tongue out at him.

Tingle. Flash.

As he stepped back into the room, Melody asked, “Can you hear me?”

Nodding, Mike turned with his back to her and also asked, “Can you hear me?” No response. He thought to her, Could you hear me there?

Nope. Looks like it worked perfectly. Shall I put a little fuck session on the calendar for us?

He laughed in her head. Nah, I can be more spontaneous than that.

Ooh, yay… she replied in anticipation.

Chuckling to himself, Mike returned his focus to his audition preparations, advising Melody to explore her personality and interests some more. He pulled out his music books and placed one on his graduation present from a few years back, a beautiful wooden music stand made of cherry and mahogany. As he began to work on excerpts, he was instantly enjoying the benefits of his new soundproof practice studio. The small sections of larger orchestral works he was working on were quite loud and bombastic, and the newly insulated room allowed him to throw himself into the music without worrying about disturbing the neighbors. After a few of hours of practice, during which he could immediately tell a difference thanks to his wish from yesterday about his musical skills, he decided to play one more excerpt before taking a lunch break. Looking at the audition list, he pulled up one of his favorites.

The second movement of The Pines of Rome had a gorgeous, lyrical trumpet solo in it. Requiring immense breath control and musicianship, Mike’s performance of it was the deciding factor when he won the job of Assistant Principal a year and a half ago. Beginning the solo, he closed his eyes and lost himself completely in the music, feeling a new ability of expression. He wasn’t sure if this was specifically due to his wish, or simply because of meeting Melody last Friday, but he didn’t care. The sweet melody perfectly encapsulated his feelings towards the girl he had named as such, and that’s all that mattered to him in that moment.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Melody sitting on the living room sofa across from him, smiling right at him. Stepping out of his studio, he asked, “Why the big grin? You weren’t able to hear me.”

“Didn’t have to,” she replied. “The look on your face said it all. You were thinking of me, weren’t you?”

Without a word, he motioned for her to join him in his studio. Seating her in the small folding chair in the corner, he began to play once more, again losing himself in the music. As he finished the solo, Melody was no longer smiling. Her expression was one of amazement, enchantment even. Each day she lived brought new experiences for her with Mike, but at this moment, she felt for the first time as if she was peering into his very soul.

“That was… incredible,” was all she could say.

“I know.”

His smartass remark instantly snapped her back to reality, as she giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully.

“You getting hungry for some lunch?” Mike asked.

“Sure am, that chicken smells awesome.”

Mike got to work on shredding the chicken, now juicy and tender, while Melody got out the rest of the supplies at his direction.