Writers Block SexCapades

Bubbles & Sweet Symphony

Copyright © Tierra Hubbard

Chapter 4 of the SexCapades: Sweet Symphony & Bubbles

Sitting in this living room full of people, I tried my hardest to make sure that I focus on the music instead of the audience. I always had a problem with people.

I strummed the cords of my instrument sitting between my legs. Feeling the slight vibration radiate through my legs as one hand stroked the strings with the bow, while the other hand correctly fingered the sensational sound, felt empowering for me.

Playing the cello was a favorite of mine. It was almost like how a man is suppose to treat a woman. Which is a bigger reason why I loved it.

My bow stroked the final string and I stood up straight to bow as the small crowd applauded.

"Thank you for playing tonight," my coworker, Ashleigh, said.

I looked up to her and smiled a warm smile as I put my cello away in the case. "It really wasn't a problem."

"Please, stay. Get a drink and hang out, will you?" Someone next to her came up and gave her a hug and excused himself for the night.

I shrugged and said, "why not," just as her friend left.

Ash got up and walked around the room talking to her guest. When I finished putting Abigail, my cello, away, I stood up and went to the kitchen grabbing me a cup of champagne.

"Nice fingers you got there," I heard from behind me as I was taking a sip of my drink.

Trying to finish my swallow before I choked, I turned around and saw a woman that I remember seeing around. Her face was familiar but I didnt know her.

"Thank you," I blushed as what she said came to mind. Was that suppose to sound dirty? Or was I just thinking to much into it?

I tried to walk past her so that I wouldn't have to talk anymore. Being social really was not my forte.

Being snoopy, on the other hand, was something I loved to do. I walked into a study and looked around at all of Ash's stuff. She had a really nice house for being a realtor. Kind of makes sense though.

I continued looking around the room before going through another door that led to a bathroom. I chuckled. 'Since when does someone have a bathroom in their study?' I thought to myself.

I walked inside a little more wanting to get the full effect after I saw something amazing. As I finished walking in I could see the entire bathroom. It was almost bigger than my apartment alone. It was huge.

As I started back for the door I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Turning around I saw the girl that almost made me choke on my champagne. My cheeks turned scarlett as I realized that someone caught me snooping.

"You know, I don't normally like people going through my stuff" I looked down at my shoes unable to hide my shame.

She stepped toward me and lifted my face up to look at her, "it's okay, Blossom" my nose crinkled as I heard the name.

"My name isn't Blossom," I whispered. She chuckled now looking me in my eyes.

"Oh, I know your name," letting go of my face she rounded me as if she was trying to inspect a brand new car. "I called you that, because even over the smell of champagne," she was now in my face. So close I could feel her breath on my face. "You still smell like fresh flowers that are blossoming."