The Girl from Ipanema | PRN

02. you're the teacher (show me how)

The invitation hung in the air, thick with possibility and desire. Prince's eyes held a magnetic intensity, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I found myself caught between the fear of the unknown and the irresistible allure of this enigmatic man.

The jazz club echoed with the lingering notes of a saxophone, as if even the music sensed the charged atmosphere between us. My heart raced, its steady rhythm punctuated by the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Prince's lips curled into a knowing smile, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "I understand your hesitation," he said, his voice a velvet whisper. "But sometimes, the most extraordinary experiences lie just beyond our comfort zones."

His words resonated deep within me, stirring a desire for adventure and an eagerness to embrace the unknown. I took a moment to contemplate the weight of my decision, considering the risks and rewards that awaited me.

Gathering my courage, I nodded and whispered a quiet "yes," my voice filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. With a nod and a gesture, Prince offered his arm, his touch gentle yet electrifying. Together, we navigated the crowded jazz club, leaving behind the intoxicating ambiance and stepping out into the cool night air.

As we strolled through the streets of Minneapolis, the city seemed to hush, as if aware of the rare connection that had formed between us. The glow of streetlights bathed us in a soft, ethereal light, casting long shadows on the pavement.

Silence enveloped us, interrupted only by the sound of our footsteps echoing against the buildings. It was a silence filled with anticipation, a shared understanding that words would never be enough to express what we both felt in that moment.

Soon, we arrived at Prince's residence—an elegant, yet unassuming mansion that stood as a testament to his artistry. The grandeur of the exterior hinted at the stories that lay within those walls, the secrets and dreams that had shaped his life.

Prince unlocked the door, and as it swung open, a wave of warm air embraced us. The scent of incense and lavender wafted through the air, mingling with the soft strains of music that echoed from within.

We entered, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath us. The interior exuded an aura of creative energy, with instruments scattered throughout the space—guitars leaning against walls, pianos adorned with sheet music, and a recording studio nestled in a corner.

Prince led me into a room filled with instruments and records, the space reminiscent of a treasure trove for music lovers. He gently placed a vinyl record on the turntable, its crackling anticipation filling the air. The room filled with the iconic sound of his own music, blending seamlessly with the night.

As the music enveloped us, Prince turned to face me, his eyes burning with an intensity that matched the pulsating rhythm of the song. The room seemed to hum with anticipation, as if every object within it recognized the profound connection between us.

In that moment, we surrendered to the power of music and passion, embarking on a journey that would forever change the course of our lives. The night was young, and as the melodies intertwined with our souls, we were poised to create a symphony that would resonate through the ages.

After a few moments of slow dancing and quiet conversation, Prince blew out the candles and stubbed out the incense that had been burning. The flickering candlelight danced across the room, casting soft, shifting shadows on the walls as Prince blew them out one by one. The room grew dim, enveloped in a cloak of darkness, save for the faint glow of the moon seeping through the parted curtains.

The scent of extinguished candles hung in the air, mingling with the lingering traces of incense that had filled the space with an air of mystique. It was a scent that seemed to awaken something deep within me, heightening my senses and amplifying the anticipation that pulsed through my veins.

Prince's hand, warm and reassuring, interlocked with mine, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Wordlessly, he led me up a spiral staircase, each step resonating with the rhythm of our hearts. We ascended to his room, a sanctuary perched high above the world below.

The door creaked open, revealing a space that mirrored the essence of its creator—artistic, unconventional, and filled with a vibrant energy that was uniquely Prince. The room was adorned with tapestries and vibrant colors, creating a kaleidoscope of visual delights. Musical instruments adorned the walls, each one a testament to his dedication and love for his craft. The air was charged with a palpable creativity, as if every corner of the room held a story waiting to be told.

Prince released my hand and stepped further into the room, his presence commanding attention. His eyes met mine, their depths filled with desire and vulnerability. In that gaze, I saw a reflection of my own longing, and the unspoken connection between us intensified.

Without a word, he reached out, his fingertips brushing against my cheek, sending shivers cascading down my spine. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering millimeters away from mine, a silent question hanging in the air. The anticipation grew unbearable, the weight of the moment lingering in every breath we shared.

With an unspoken affirmation, our lips finally met, igniting a spark that set our souls ablaze. In that embrace, time stood still, and the room faded away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his touch. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance that transcended the constraints of the physical world, merging our spirits in a symphony of passion and desire.

In the depths of that night, we surrendered to the currents of pleasure and vulnerability, weaving our bodies together in a passionate tapestry of shared intimacy. The melodies of our breaths mingled, rising and falling with each ecstatic crescendo, as we lost ourselves in a realm where only the language of desire prevailed.

...

When dawn broke, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, we lay entwined, breathless, and sated. The room seemed to sigh in contentment, as if it had witnessed an extraordinary union—an intertwining of souls that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

...

As the morning light streamed through the windows, I slipped out of Prince's arms and his bed, tip toeing to retrieve my clothes. I found some scrap paper and scribbled a quick note along with my phone number.

Though I caught the sight of my lingerie lying at the foot of the bed, I left them be, giving him a reason to see me again. With a final glance at the slumbering figure in the bed, I tiptoed toward the discarded lacy garment, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and a mischievous grin.

The delicate fabric seemed to whisper a promise, a reminder of the passionate night we had shared. I folded the note carefully, placing it on the nightstand. My heart fluttered with anticipation as I imagined the smile that would spread across Prince's face when he discovered it.

Leaving the room behind, I made my way downstairs, saying a meek hello to Prince's chef and housekeeper on the way out. They greeted me with warm smiles, their eyes twinkling with a knowingness that hinted at the enchanted night Prince and I had shared. I returned their greetings, my cheeks still flushed from the lingering traces of passion.

As I stepped out into the morning sunlight, the world around me seemed to come alive with a renewed vibrancy. The streets of Minneapolis were beginning to stir, as people went about their daily routines, in stark contrast to the extraordinary events that had unfolded in the realm of Prince's mansion. 

I hailed a passing cab, its yellow exterior standing out against the backdrop of the city. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his curiosity evident in his eyes. I directed him to my own apartment, a modest space that seemed worlds away from the opulence I had just left behind.

During the ride, my mind drifted back to the night spent with Prince, reliving each stolen glance, every touch that ignited a flame within my soul. The memories danced in my mind, intertwining with the melodies we had shared, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.

Upon arriving at my apartment building, I paid the cab fare, offering a generous tip as a token of gratitude for the journey that had brought me to this moment. With a sense of anticipation and hope, I climbed the stairs to my apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside, the familiarity of my surroundings welcoming me like an old friend.

I slipped off my shoes, feeling the coolness of the hardwood floor beneath my feet. The silence enveloped me, offering a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that still lingered in my heart. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, hurriedly dressing for work before heading to the office.  

....

When I came back home, I undressed, letting my hair down as I checked my Nokia, answering any missed texts and listening to voicemails.

A smile played at the corners of my lips as Prince's voice filled with the echo of our shared night.

 "Joia, your little note..." There was a pause on the other end of the line, a moment pregnant with possibility. And then, his voice, infused with a hint of mischief, responded, "I found it, my dear, and it left me yearning for more."

 My heart skipped a beat as I listened to Prince's voice, his words resonating deep within me. The connection we had forged that night had lingered, weaving its way through our thoughts and desires. With a rush of anticipation, I listened on, my voice filled with a mixture of playfulness and longing.

There was a soft chuckle on the other end of the line, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I found your panties, too," he responded, his voice a velvet caress. "Give me a call." 

...

to be continued.