Straight Life - Art Pepper [85]
There was a choir and a lady who came out to give choir practice who was very pretty. She had brownish-blonde hair that came down to her shoulders, and she wore lipstick and rouge and had her eyebrows plucked and everything. She was a southern belle. She had pretty skin coloring, sort of like a peach. She'd wear a sweater that was cut low or a white silk blouse with one of the buttons loose and a low-cut bra, and she'd always manage to get in a position where you could see her breasts. If she got anywhere near you she'd rub her ass against your leg or something, but real innocent, and she kind of flapped her eyelids at you. She had blue eyes and she'd give you this look.
She led the choir, and I sang with them a few times, and I noticed that she was flirting with me a little bit. Then one day she said, "Oh, would you stick around after? I want to talk to you for a minute." Everybody left. She was sitting at a table with a book of songs. She said, "Would you look at these songs?" Instead of sitting down next to her I just stood and looked over her shoulder. She had a blouse on that was cut fairly low. I moved up against her, and I started to get a hardon. I'm standing right against her shoulder, pressing myself against her shoulder, looking over her shoulder at the music, and she's all red in the face and kind of trembling. Finally, she had to leave. She asked me if I would help her, getting something together, some arrangements for the choir.
A few days later a guard came and said that I was wanted at the school. They told me I had a meeting with the choir teacher. I went. She was in one of these rooms with a piano, alone. The guard said, "I locked the door because I didn't want people bothering her." He opened the door, and I pushed the lock when I went in. She said, "Hello. I hope I didn't disturb you from anything you were doing, but we agreed to get together about these arrangements and I want to get something worked out so we can have something for our choir rehearsals and start them as soon as possible and get the ball rolling and have something to work on right away." I said, "Oh, no, no, that's fine. That's fine." She had a real cute southern accent. She looked like one of those Tennessee Williams girls with the lowcut dress and the breasts just straining at the top of it. The guard said, "You just holler if you need anything. No one'll bother you, so if you, need anything, just holler." Looking at her, you know. He closed the door, and I'd locked it, and after he left I looked at her and she looked at me and her eyes got kind of crossed. She's married and has children, a nice, upperclass lady.
This room was on the first floor, but from outside you'd have to pull yourself up to look in; no one just walking by could see. The piano was facing the wall. If we were sitting at the piano our backs would be to the windows. I didn't want that. So I took a table and put it in front of the piano so we could sit at the table, and if any activity was going on under this table nobody would be able to see it from the window or any place else. I had some music paper I'd brought with me, and we sat down. I said, "Okay, now, what did you have in mind?"
I noticed that every time I looked at her she'd