An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 05

Mike watched her face intently as the movie approached the climax. She jumped and squealed as Luke and Vader fought their epic duel. Brought nearly to tears as Luke's hand was cut off, those tears were completely halted by the shocking revelation of Vader as Luke's father.

"No. Fucking. WAY!"

Mike chuckled next to her all the while, fully enjoying her reactions to a film that he considered to be one of the greatest ever made. As the credits rolled, she was again hyped and excited, ready for the next installment. Assuring her that all her questions would be answered, Mike still refused to give anything away, bringing out Melody's pouty face, to no avail. The pair spent the rest of the evening playing Call of Duty, dominating quite a few online matches before deciding to head to bed around 11:30. A short time later, both were passed out in orgasm-induced comas.

Tuesday brought more of the same. Waking up horny, a hot shower together, they were becoming as natural to them as breathing. Through it all, none of it grew boring or monotonous; Mike still gazed on Melody as intently as the moment he fell in love with her. As he worked through his morning practice session, Melody continued setting up her photography business, managing to land her first job, filling in for a sick student photographer for a basketball game at the local college in two weeks. She bounded into Mike's studio, bouncing in pure giddiness at her first booked job as a professional photographer.

As the day became night, both called their work done for the day, and finished the original Star Wars trilogy over a dinner of frozen lasagnas. Return of the Jedi was a lot of fun for Melody from start to finish. She marveled at how strong Luke had become, rewinding the movie to re-watch the scene where he mind tricked his way into Jabba the Hutt's palace. She also grinned contently as she watched Vader, now mortally wounded from saving his son's life, finally find redemption in his last breaths.

Turning to Mike, she asked, "Didn't you say there are three more of these?"

"Yep," he responded. "As far as films go, they aren't nearly as good as the three we've seen here, but the story they tell is extremely important, and fills in some of the blank spots from the original trilogy."

Passing the rest of the evening by watching NCIS reruns, they soon started fondling and making out on the sofa. Eventually, they returned to their newly discovered favorite position, beginning to have sex while spooning on the sofa. Thanks to a few stamina wishes, they we able to leisurely make love constantly throughout the evening before finally retiring to bed content and relaxed.

Wednesday began with their now familiar morning routine, however Mike felt a little celebration was in order for Melody's first job. Driving them to Waffle House, Melody took quite a long time to decide what she wanted from the enormous menu. Finally deciding on a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with a side of hash browns, Mike got his traditional waffle with a side of scrambled eggs. After arriving home, Mike procrastinated a bit with news and social media, though still making mental runs through his music all the while. Around 10:00 in the morning, as he was about to begin practicing, he heard a knock at his door.

"Braxton! Time for a fire drill! Open up!"

He immediately recognized the voice as Stuart McKay, the principal tuba player from the ASO. Turning to Melody, Mike quickly asked her to slow time, which she immediately did.

"Melody, some of my friends are here. It sounds like they want to help me in my audition prep. I don't want to sound mean, but having my new girlfriend here would only distract them. Is there any way you could, ya know, not be here temporarily?"

Giggling, she replied, "You mean like this?" Instantly, she vanished before his very eyes. And don't worry about a thing. I will never be mad at you for needing to give your friends the proper attention they deserve. And, of course, I'm still only a thought away. A quick kissing sound in his head, and time suddenly reverted to normal.

Opening his door, he was greeted jovially by three ASO musicians. Stuart was his usual goofy self, wearing a tuxedo T-shirt and flip-flops. His tall, lanky figure and hilarious ability to reverse his double-jointed fingers at will were but a few of his many eccentricities. Next was Seth Ivy, the second chair trombonist. Similar in personality to Stuart, though a bit more down to earth, many who knew him were surprised to learn of his Mormon upbringing. He typically responded with a line about how Mormons have a fantastic sense of humor, though it's not always seen publicly due to the church's introverted nature. Behind the two guys came Darcy. Greeting Mike with a smile and a hug, he couldn't help but notice that she seemed somewhat less chipper than she had last Friday.

"Ok, let's get down to business," Stuart said, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Braxton, you've done fire drills before. You know the rules?"

Fire drills were a preparation method for auditions, taking place at a time completely unknown to the candidate, which forced them to be prepared at all times. Typically, the candidate would play through an entire mock audition as if it were actually happening right then and there. Meanwhile, the candidate's friends would attempt to distract them in any way they could conceive of, with the caveat of being unable to touch, blow on, get close to, or physically interfere with the player or their music and equipment in any way. Additionally, distractors were usually not allowed any sudden outbursts or actions meant to scare or startle the player, though this was still not unheard of. The premise behind this preparation method was the idea that, if a musician could perform a high quality audition under such conditions, then they would have no problem with nerves and intimidation in the controlled environment of the audition room. Having friends willing to do this for each other was considered a mark of strong camaraderie amongst professional musicians.

"Oh, I'm very familiar with what you guys are capable of," came his reply. Stuart, Seth, and Mike had worked together to help Darcy prepare for her principal audition last year.

Stepping into his studio, Mike suddenly remembered his wish from Monday to soundproof it. Melody, I need you to temporarily disable any and all magical qualities of my practice studio.

Tingle. Flash. Done.

Beginning his mock audition, Mike started down the list of orchestral excerpts to be performed. As he placed his music on the wooden stand, his friends stood just outside the small sunroom, ready to test his concentration. Starting the first excerpt, Stuart pulled out the latest issue of Penthouse from his book bag, beginning to describe the Penthouse Pet of the month in all her sexual glory. Mike, however, was unfazed, even as Stuart turned the magazine to show the pictures as if he was reading a book to children.

"Not good enough," Darcy mused. "We gotta up our game."

Taking the magazine from Stuart, she flipped to the back pages and began reading the letters to the editor aloud. The steamier the stories became, the sexier she made her voice. Although this began having more of an effect on Mike, he maintained his ironclad concentration, pushing through the second and third excerpts.

As Mike began the Pines of Rome solo he had played for Melody two days before, the trio again changed up their tactics. With Mike absorbed completely in the music, Seth and Darcy began pantomiming a mock marriage proposal, complete with goofy faces and jumping for joy. Before she could take the invisible ring from Seth's hand, Stuart stepped between them in feigned protest, extending his hand not to Darcy, but to Seth, as the two guys began to slow dance around Mike's living room while Darcy sobbed on the floor. Despite their antics, Mike again refused to pay them any mind.

Arriving at the final excerpt, Mike knew full well this one would put him to the test in every way possible. Stravinsky's Petrushka was easily one of the most challenging pieces in the orchestral repertoire, and the Ballerina's solo, played by the trumpet, was especially so. An acrobatic segment, the melody jumped from high to low many times throughout while also dramatically varying in volume, requiring extreme skill and control to perform well. As Mike made his mental preparations for the solo, Stuart and Seth lined up shoulder to shoulder on either side of Darcy, clearly plotting something.

Beginning the extended solo, Mike was unable to ignore his friends locking their arms around each other's shoulders, dancing the can-can around his living room and cracking up as they danced. Though impressed with their fervor, Mike was far too busy with the technical runs he was playing to really pay them any attention. Nearing the end of the excerpt, Stuart and Seth turned their backs to him while Darcy got an evil look in her eye. As Mike played the final couple of measures of the solo, the guys dropped their shorts, mooning him with their bare asses. Darcy, on the other hand, pulled her T-shirt up over her face, jiggling her perky B-cup breasts as she flashed Mike. Yet, even with all the nudity in front of his face, Mike still managed to finish the solo with poise, even taking a modest bow after finishing the final notes.

"Nice tits, by the way," he deadpanned as he placed his trumpet back in its case.

As the trio re-clothed themselves, Darcy shot back, "Not nice enough apparently. I'd say you're more than ready if you can handle all of that."

"No shit," Stuart agreed. "We threw everything we had at you. Believe it or not, that last move was Seth's idea."

Laughing, Seth continued, "Yeah, but I can't take all the credit. Darcy was the one who decided to flash her tits at ya."

"Hey," she said, "If showing my boobs to my best friend is what gets him the big promotion he's worked for, then let 'er rip!"

As Mike thanked his friends for taking time to help him prepare for Friday, the group started discussing their plans for the evening. Seth and Stuart invited Mike and Darcy to join them for a drink later that night, but both declined.

"Appreciate the invite, but no alcohol for me 'til after the audition," Mike said. "I'm not taking any chances."

"Me either," Darcy agreed. "I have... plans tonight." Her excuse sounded like just that: an excuse.

"Well alright then, suit yourself. Seth, you rode with Darcy here, right? Need a ride home?" Stuart asked.

"Sure. Thanks man."

Saying their goodbyes, the two goofballs departed, still proud of their distraction attempts. Now alone, Mike turned to Darcy.

"Ok, you've never been huge on drinking, but that's gotta be the lamest excuse you've ever given for anything, at least that I've heard. You ok?"

Nodding hesitantly, Darcy replied, "Yeah, it's just... Stephen and I are meeting up tonight. We started trying to patch things up this weekend."

Mike sighed, shaking his head. He had been afraid of this. Stephen was a total asshole with serious anger issues, but also had this unique ability to charm his way back into any situation after all hope seemed lost. In the few times Mike had hung out with the two of them, he had always gotten the impression that Stephen viewed Darcy, and every other woman for that matter, as pieces of meat. Outside of being seen with her, it seemed he really didn't care about her.

In one instance, Darcy's father had been rushed to the hospital. She was an emotional wreck in the restaurant as she got the news, and in no shape to drive. Stephen, however, showed no emotional reaction and refused to drive her home unless they took his car, not wanting to leave his here for any amount of time. Even with Mike offering to drive him back to get his car, he still said no, resulting in Mike taking her home and returning the next day for his car. Another time, a passing waitress at the same restaurant accidentally spilled a glass of water on Stephen's lap. The poor girl was clearly new, and very apologetic for the accident, but that did nothing to temper the tirade Stephen launched into. He even started calling her nasty names, making fun of her being slightly overweight, and when Darcy attempted to get him to stop, he snapped at her, advising her that she should sit down if she knew what was best for her. Since then, Mike had never trusted him even for a second.

"Are you sure about this? You know how I feel about him," Mike asked seriously.

"We're just meeting for coffee, and that's it. I just want to be sure I'm not acting too hastily," she replied.

Realizing he couldn't change her mind, he acquiesced. "Ok. Just text me when you're home please. And if you need anything, ANYTHING at all, call me. Don't care what time it is. Promise?"

"Promise."

After they had said their goodbyes, confirming they were still on for hanging out after the audition, Darcy headed for her car. Locking the door, Mike asked, "You hear all of that."

"Sure did," Melody replied, appearing behind him. "You have some really awesome friends. I can't wait to meet them!"

"Can't argue with you there," he agreed. "Now, what about Darcy?"

Closing her eyes momentarily, Melody said, "She feels bad that she ended things as quickly as she did, mainly after talking to Stephen on the phone this weekend. He can be quite the smooth talker when he wants to be."

"Wait, you got all of that from our conversation just now?"

"No, I was also able to hear her thoughts on the situation. This is very easy for me to do in matters of love and sex. I can refrain if you would like, though I sense you are incredibly concerned for her safety."

Nodding, Mike said, "Yes. She's a sweet girl, and deserves way better than Stephen. Unfortunately, I'm afraid she may be too sweet for her own good in this case, falling for his silver tongue. Do you sense that she may be in any danger on their date tonight?"

Again closing her eyes, Melody replied, "I don't believe so. I am unsure of why Stephen is going to such great lengths to get her back, with as many beautiful women as he knows. Still, I can tell that he wants to get back on her good side for whatever the reason may be, so it seems doubtful that he would do anything to harm her, at least for tonight. Darcy, for all of her sweetness, is also very resolved not to spend the night with him tonight."

Sighing in relief, Mike responded, "Ok, that's good. Would you be able to keep an eye on them for now, just to make sure nothing bad happens?"

"Absolutely. Monitoring other people's activities in regards to love and sex is as easy to me as breathing," she replied. "Unless, of course, that breathing is while you're... touching me..."

Pulling her in for a short, yet passionate kiss, Mike said, "Later. Right now, I'm starving."

The pair ate the last of the quesadilla chicken leftovers for lunch before relaxing on the sofa with the noon news on the TV. Melody sent a few more emails to prospective clients, while Mike listened to some of the pieces he'd be playing on Friday to get himself in the right mindset for the next couple of days. After a couple of hours of relaxation, Mike had a fantastic idea.

Reentering his practice studio, Mike motioned for Melody to join him. He explained that he would now be doing his final full run of the audition material, reserving tomorrow for some final tweaks and light practicing. Explaining his idea to her, her eyes lit up with excitement. Without a word, she stripped him down completely naked and knelt between Mike and the music stand in the center of the room.

As he began the audition material, Melody started sucking his cock, being careful not to grab onto him or alter his stance in any way, and using only her mouth to work his length. Hey, if I can ignore those three idiots earlier AND resist my girlfriend's masterful blowjobs, I'll be golden for Friday. As Mike continued his run-through, a tingling in his mind indicated she was controlling his passion, ensuring he would not approach orgasm while he was playing. Melody pointed out that this would not be a fair thing for him to have to concentrate through, as much of the brain's cognitive functions shut down during climax.

Nearing the home stretch, Melody intensified her pleasuring, swirling her tongue and increasing the speed of her bobbing. Mike persevered through it all, though with much more difficulty than in that morning's session. Finally finishing the audition material, he lowered his horn and breathed a sigh of relief. Melody, however, didn't let up on her sucking one bit. Grinning mischievously, Mike leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I wish for you to be completely naked."

Instantly, her clothes disappeared. Tapping her forehead lightly, Mike signaled that he was done with the blowjob. As she stood in front of him, he ran his hands down her chest, eliciting a few chills of excitement. Grabbing her with more force than he typically showed, he kissed her passionately, causing her to fling her arms around his neck. As she did so, he cupped her ass in his hands, and she squealed in surprise as he lifted her up off the floor.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Melody carefully impaled her pussy on his throbbing rod, moaning in pleasure at his unexpected exercise of control and dominance. He kept his hands firmly on her slim waist as she hung on for dear life, spacing his feet ideally for a power stance as he began to pound her. Slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts, her incredible tits began swinging and jiggling with his every movement.

As her moans increased to full on screams of ecstasy, he moved forward carefully to pin her back against the wall, his cock jackhammering her for everything he was worth. She ran her fingers through his blonde hair, now tussled from their rigorous fucking, and locked her emerald eyes onto his, both full of lust and desire for each other. Ramming his last into her, Mike finally felt his long awaited climax approach and, giving himself over to it completely, unleashed a torrent of his cum into Melody's convulsing pussy.

Panting and leaning their sweaty bodies against each other, Melody could only say, "I like when you take control..."

Without a word, Mike swept her up into his arms, kissed her lovingly, and brought her over to the sofa, laying her down on her side before joining her. Now lying face to face, the couple napped and lazily made out for quite some time before growing hungry for dinner. After consuming a couple of TV dinners, Mike introduced Melody to the joys of Super Smash Brothers. She quickly discovered that this might be her best game of all, as after only an hour of playing, she was constantly defeating Mike with little effort. Growing tired of getting his ass kicked, Mike switched over to Pokémon for some online matches, with Melody watching intently to understand his strategies. After a couple of hours, it was nearing 11:00, and they decided to turn in for the night. As they drifted off to sleep, Mike asked Melody not to wake him early so they could sleep in, to which she happily agreed.

Melody awoke around 9:00 the next day feeling extremely well rested, and rolled over to cuddle with Mike, only to find his side of the bed empty. Hearing a noise in the living area, she dressed in her favorite black satin robe and found Mike in the kitchen, pulling a pan of fresh cinnamon rolls from the oven.

Wrapping him in a tender embrace, she laid her head on his shoulder, saying, "You take such good care of me. You just better hope I don't get spoiled."

"I thought you already were," he replied with his signature smartass grin.