“Come on, Ruby,” she spurs me on, starting to push me down by the shoulders. I’d already gathered she has a bossy streak in bed, and it’s rearing its head again now. Although it could also be sheer impatience. My poor, tortured piano teacher has waited long enough.
I also want to give her what she gave me, although I can never return the words of wisdom she bestowed upon me when I was deep in despair. But I can give her this.
I kiss my way down to her belly button, but don’t dwell. So drawn am I by the trimmed triangle of her pubic hair, that I let my lips and tongue travel straight down. I pause a moment to take in the scene, to etch this image into my memory: me between my piano teacher’s legs.
“f**k her,” Charlotte’s voice whispers from behind me. “I need to see.” I’d been so wrapped
