“I play the flute. I would call myself a flutist or flautist, which is the technical term for it that varies based on yourgeography, but people always look at me weird when I say that, so I just say that I play the flute.”
“Professionally?”
“In an orchestra. And I do lessons. I write music on the side, too, but it’s just for me. Hold on.” Kristina got off the bed and moved to the small round table in the corner of the room that seemed totally out of place, but there were sheets of paper there along with a pencil. Kristina picked it up and walked back over. “Here you go.”
“I love classical music,” Jennifer shared and took it. “I have season tickets to the symphony.”
“You do?”
“I try not to miss a show, but I’m a doctor in the ER, and I can’t always make my own schedule. That’s not going to be true for long, I guess.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m finally done working in the ER. I’m starting a new job at a private practice when I get back. Pretty much normal business hours for me there, which means I’ll be able to make whatever shows I want from now on.”
“That’s great,” Kristina said.
“Yeah, it is. I used to play the cello. I stopped lessons when I was sixteen, realizing I had no real talent at it and that I wanted to be a doctor. That took up all my time after that, but I can read music. Any chance you’d let me read some of yours?”
“Oh, no.” Kristina shook her head. “It’s not even done and is bad. I just like to come up with some things, play them, and burn the sheet music after so that there’s no evidence.”
Jennifer laughed and said, “I’m sure it’s not bad.”
“Maybe later on the reading my music topic,” Kristina suggested.
“Okay. Well, what do you want on these things?” Jennifer asked and pointed the pencil toward the five different colored pieces of paper they needed to fold.
“Let’s start with locations. We’re in a bedroom, so not many options. Bed seems obvious, and there are six sides.”
“Use your imagination, Kristina,” she said and pointed around. “There’s a wall. There’s the dresser. I bet I could have you up against that and take you from behind, or even be on my knees in front of you as you lean against it. Then, we’d have to move your music, but there’s that table and that chair. And you have floor-to-ceiling windows, not to mention the floor itself.”
“Oh,” Kristina uttered, and Jennifer watched her smile. “Yeah. All… that.”
“So, I’m writing down wall, chair, table, dresser, window, and floor. Good with you?”
Kristina nodded, and Jennifer smiled at her before she wrote on the six sides.
“Next up is body parts.”
“Can we keep lips?” Kristina asked.
“Definitely. I also think we should keep thighs and neck, but maybe change chest to breasts since we both have them and it’s more specific.”
“And we need two more. There’s bottom.”
“Ass,” Jennifer read what was on that side already. “We can keep it, but I’m not one for most of that, just to put it out there.”
“Most?”
“Yes. Like, if I rolled lips on your ass, I’d be kissing it, but not…”
“Oh. Got it. Yeah, not my thing, either. Kissing it is fine, though. Rubbing, too; like with your palm. I’m not sure if I’d like spanking. I’ve never tried it, but probably not into it.”
“No problem. Then, there’s the obvious,” Jennifer said.
“Huh?”
“Pussy,” she replied.
