Vinyl Scratch woke up to the pleasant, unique sound of Octavia playing the cello. The melody flowed smoothly, note by note, interval by interval, accentuated by the percussion of hands clapping against the solid wood, which mixed pleasantly with the strickening of insects and the roaring waves of the not-so-faraway sea.

The spinner stood up clumsily, rubbing her eyes, and peeked through the curtains, her brain ascertaining that they were in Montenegro, by the seaside, with a mountainview, completely alone, with all the villa - all the world! - to themselves, and that they had already had the hard Talk…

Vinyl squeed and ran towards the sound, sheer happiness pouring from her. She didn’t have to run far, for the room was just on the other side of the hall, the door slightly open. Halting to a stop, the spinner peeked in carefully, as not to disrupt the melody.

Octavia was sitting on a chair in what seemed to be a huge room, with a computer and recording equipment all about, but a serious lack of instruments for a proper studio: merely the cello that Octavia was commanding and a grand piano. White as snow! Vinyl squeed mentally, much to the approval of Angel Vinyl who seemed to have woken up on her shoulder. Psh. Racists, Devil Vinyl frowned.

The music Octavia was playing was wild and intense, with both pizzicato and avid percussion, hand-slapping, but at the same time contained some unspoken tranquillity, almost… Trance-like. Suddenly, the DJ knew that the tune was her tune - or, rather, their tune, the one that she wrote for Octavia to record… It seemed like so long ago…

Octavia stopped and took up a piece of paper, scribbling down an array of notes. Suddenly, she looked up, her lavender eyes meeting Vinyl’s. “Morning, love,” Octavia greeted her spinner warmly. “Or, rather, evening.”

“Hi.” Vinyl walked in sheepishly, giving her girlfriend a hug. “This… You are beautiful,” she said suddenly, blushing a little. I meant…

“Oh.” Octavia smiled, pecking the spinner on the forehead. “Thank you, Vinyl. You are beautiful too.”

“It’s just, um…” Vinyl rubbed the back of her head. “I wanted to say how beautiful that tune was, that… um, how you changed it and all, but, uh, I just saw you and thought how beautiful you are,” she explained, her face reddening from embarrassment.

Jingling with good-natured laughter, Octavia pressed her lips into Vinyl’s, dragging her into a breezy kiss. “How do you manage to be so cute and so sexy at the same time?” she whispered into the spinner’s reddening ear.

Collect yourself, Vinyl. More confidence, the woman told herself, trying to hold warm embarrassment at bay. Devil Vinyl definitely approved. Angel Vinyl tried to say something but shut her mouth at the sight of the stick. “Well…” Vinyl ran her finger across Octavia’s chin, making the cellist shiver in surprise and pleasure. “I guess I just have this…” The spinner leant in. “Skill…” Now kiss her…

Thump.

“Uuh.” Devil Vinyl facepalmed. Hard. Tripping… over… a cello. Really.

Octavia tried to restrain herself but, unable to contain her laughter, broke out in giggles as she helped Vinyl get up. “Sexy. And cute.”

Vinyl could not blush harder if she tried. Almost invisibly, she dusted herself off - even though there was no dust. “Uh. Um. We could work on some music now?” she asked, eager to change the subject as quickly as possible.

Octavia nodded. “Good idea. But, as far as I know, Francisc doesn’t have any music workstation software on the computer.” Seeing Vinyl’s horrified expression, she merely shrugged. “What? He prefers live music. I only have Audacity, for one.”

After a brief pause, Vinyl crossed her chest, and Octavia, for good measure, and sent an apology to God for her girlfriend’s sin. The cellist laughed. “I didn’t know you were Catholic.”

“I’m Italian, after all.” Vinyl smiled, sitting at the computer. “And, before you start a debate, yes, I know homosexuality is a sin, and no, I don’t really care, because so is lying, blasphemy, and gluttony.”

Octavia eyed Vinyl with a reformed, respecting gaze. There’s more to you than just sexiness and cuteness and musical talent, my dear Vinyl, she thought, dripping love. I can appreciate that. “What are you doing?” Octavia wondered aloud.

“Buying FL Studio,” Vinyl replied, clicking away at the computer. “Unbelievable. All this equipment and just an Audacity. Do you classical musicians share this sentiment?”

Octavia chuckled. “Getting bolder, Vinyl?” Seeing Vinyl’s puffed-up attitude pop like a toy balloon, as if her self had forgotten shyness for a while and suddenly remembered it, the cellist assured her spinner, “That’s fine. I like it.”

Vinyl nodded. “All right, now just the Paypal payment…” Click. Click. “Aaand we’re good.” Casting a brief glance at the screen, the DJ could not hold back a shriek-yell. “Twenty hours?” She spinned on the chair, staring at her girlfriend in disbelief. “What kind of Internet connection does this place have?!”

Octavia smirked. “Vinyl, be thankful that it has an Internet connection. Do I need to remind you that we are ten kilometres away from the nearest village and even more so from the nearest town?”

Vinyl scratched the back of her head. “Yeah, right. True.”

The raven-haired woman stood up, placing the cello carefully on the special stand. “How about we go swimming? The programme won’t download till tomorrow, and it’s not so scorching hot any more, now that it’s evening…”

Vinyl blushed fiercely, averting her eyes. “Uh. Um.” What did I say? Octavia wondered, meanwhile, trying to put her brain to what could have possibly caused such a reaction. Though, with Vinyl, it’s often the most innocent things. “I… Uh. I, um, I kinda forgot to take my swimsuit with me,” the spinner admitted finally, in a tiny voice. “And, um, there aren’t any shops around…” Stupid, stupid, stupid! she scolded herself.

Octavia deadpanned. “Vinyl. You knew we were going to the seaside, right?” Vinyl nodded. “And you forgot to take a- okay.” The cellist sighed. I would suggest we swim naked, but Vinyl would never agree to it… Damn. A seaside vacation without swimming. Or, we’ll have to go to town and buy her one… It’ll take up a whole day… “Then, I guess-”

“Maybe, um.” Vinyl closed her eyes. Come on. Come on. Come on. Just say it. Just. Say. It. It’s easy. She’s your girlfriend. Devil Vinyl nodded: You already took a shower together! Angel Vinyl countered: And look how it turned out! Devil Vinyl scowled: With Octavia all about you, her hand in your pants! Go for it, girl!

“What, love?” Octavia encouraged gently.

“Maybe we could go swimming naked?” Vinyl blurted out, her face and neck flushing. “I-I-I mean, um, there’s no one around, and, uh, I, um…”

Without further words, Octavia approached her spinner and kissed her passionately on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she smiled, her finger stroking Vinyl’s reddened cheek. “I’ll go get the towels.”

“Come on, Vinyl.”

Octavia splashed in the cool water, laughing, enjoying the naked swim. The beach - if the rocky plateau could ever be called a beach - lay not far from the villa: a five-minute walk down a forest path, the trees not thick in the slightest, giving the two slipper-wearing women enough room to make their way to the deserted location, wrapped in towels.

Vinyl shook her head, her whole body reddening under the towel that she was still mummified in, refusing to drop her cover.

“Vinyl, come on!” Octavia waved. “There’s no one else here, and I’ve already seen you naked!”

Vinyl took a deep breath. Come on. For Tavi. Besides - didn’t her aching nethers tell her she wanted to? Hesitantly, Vinyl dropped the towel.

Octavia’s mouth fell agape.

Indeed, she had seen Vinyl naked before, but… As the warm rays of the setting sun fell over the spinner’s naked body, accentuating her erect nipples, her small belly, her slender, wonderful legs, Octavia could not help but marvel at the beauty of her girlfriend - the woman she loved, and the woman, who - miraculously! - loved her.

Slowly, Vinyl came to the edge of the plateau and took a step forth. “Eep!” The spinner disappeared beneath the water surface for a moment, only to reappear a moment later, shivering, goosebumps covering her naked body. “It’s cold!”

Wordlessly, Octavia motioned for Vinyl to swim up to her. Wordlessly, Vinyl swam. Wordlessly, the two women spinned around each other. Wordlessly, both stopped on an underwater boulder. Wordlessly, Vinyl leant in. Wordlessly, Octavia met her lips with hers.

The two women engaged in a heated make-out session, twisting tongues, Vinyl moaning unrestrictedly at Octavia gaining domination. Octavia’s hands made their way under the water, sliding from the back of Vinyl’s neck to the spinner’s spine, traversing her back, exploring the cheeks of her ass, stroking, rubbing, squeezing.

Vinyl, in turn, drunk on love, on the air itself, forgot all shyness, all nature, all criteria, and squeezed Octavia’s small breasts, pressing the woman against her, embracing her, sliding her fingers down her back to her ass and back to the neck, toying with her, playing her like an exquisite instrument.

Octavia lingered every time at Vinyl’s posterior, afraid, even in such an enraptured state, to cross some invisible boundary, trying to prevent her desires to take her will away. Instead, she intensified the movements of her tongue, compensating the impossibility of immediate sex.

Vinyl’s head spun into a daze. Her movements became slower, but more punctual, more accurate, more pointed. Oh my God. Her pussy ached with desire, her whole body trembling. Why should she restrict herself now? Why? This, here, this was the woman with whom she wanted to spend her whole life. The woman who loved her, knew her, understood her. The woman who would not betray her. The woman whom she could trust. Bracing herself, she slipped her hand against Octavia’s inner folds, rubbing at first, then allowing a finger inside.

Shocked, Octavia broke the kiss. Electric chills ran across her body. The pleasure was radiant - but the surprise! Vinyl! She! She! Finally! Octavia could not believe it: Vinyl made the first step! It was not accidental, it was- God! Yes! Angel Octavia reluctantly high-fived Devil Octavia.

“Octavia…” Vinyl whispered.

“Vinyl…” Don’t you dare apologise! If- if you apologise…

“Octavia,” Vinyl repeated. “I… I am ready.” The cellist almost cried with joy and relief. “I want to go back to the villa and make love to you on a soft, spacious bed.” Like I dreamed.

Octavia locked their lips in a kiss once more, grabbing the spinner by the waist with one hand and swimming towards the shore with the other. In a moment, both were out of the water, wrapping themselves in towels, not caring enough to dry, shaking with cold and excitement and deep arousal. Octavia gave her girlfriend a smile. “Let’s go make love on a soft, spacious bed, Vinyl.”

The two women had never run so fast in their lives.

Octavia pinned her girlfriend to the bed, their lips still locked in a kiss. The towels had been thrown away upon stepping inside the building, the floor was wet, and the evening was boasting cold, but the two musicians did not notice any, for their bodies were the very definition of hot.

Vinyl’s mind was reeling, even though they had not yet done something they hadn’t done before: the passionate kiss, the rubbing, the squeezing: it was all familiar territory. But it turned into an exciting, frightening terra incognita as soon as Vinyl realised that they were finally doing it.

A thought struck her as Octavia caressed her breasts, her lips now exploring the spinner’s neck, kissing, nibbling all about the tender skin. It… It may hurt… For a moment, she decided to silently endure, but then she realised that such expectation would only kill any pleasure. “Tavi…” the spinner managed between pants. “Will… it… hurt?”

Octavia halted her advances on Vinyl’s body, and the spinner almost cried in sorrow: was her cellist reconsidering the whole affair? Did her crybaby attitude kill the mood?

“Noooo,” Octavia cooed, brushing her lips against the spinner’s shoulder. Vinyl wanted to cry with relief: the woman had not stopped; she merely slowed down. “If someone knew enough about anatomy…” The cellist’s lips nibbled a sweet spot under Vinyl’s chin, eliciting a moan of desire from the spinner. “Then this someone would know…” Octavia brushed nose between Vinyl’s breasts, lingering, as if preparing for an attack. “That pain comes from loss of virginity…” Suddenly, the raven-haired woman launched at Vinyl’s breast, wrapping her lips around the nipple, sucking on it greedily. Vinyl’s eyes rolled back as she yelled something loud and possibly profane. “And I do not plan to introduce you to penetration…” Octavia’s attention shifted to the other nipple, which received a similar treatment and elicited a similar yell from Vinyl, perhaps a little louder and slightly more profane. “Tonight, that is.”

“Tavi!” Vinyl panted, feeling the cellist’s lips on her belly, her body stiffening and relaxing by the moment, and again, and again, like a crazy ride; her mind lost its ability to think straight, or concentrate on anything but pleasure delivered by Octavia. “P-please!” We’ve waited for so long! I need it!

“Please what?” Octavia mocked without cruelty, shifting down, caressing the inner side of the DJ’s thighs with her lips while her hands massaged the ripe breasts of the spinner.

“Please!” Vinyl screamed, nearly crying, afraid that, in toying with her, Octavia would abandon the whole attempt. “Please, Tavi!” she kept repeating, her gaze veiled, her breath quick, ragged, her body shining with sweat.

Torn between playing with her girlfriend, denying her release and making her beg, and granting Vinyl what she desperately wanted, Octavia decided on the latter. It’s our first time, after all. The hand that made its way to her aching pussy stopped, and was withdrawn to tend to Vinyl’s ass instead. I’ve had it many times. This time, it’s about Vinyl. With a content smile, Octavia pressed her lips against Vinyl’s pussy.

Vinyl’s world exploded. She had expected pleasure, gentle licks, soft rubbing; but she never expected such ferocious assault, such swiftness, such skill, such bliss! Octavia was kissing her right there, as if on the mouth; she was licking her pussy lips, she was rubbing her, she was massaging her ass and breasts - and all of it as the same time!

Vinyl’s back arched, her fingers digging into the covers, and her other hand keeping Octavia in place, grabbing the back of the cellist’s head, just to keep her there, to do anything to prolong the pleasure.  Octavia sank her teeth into the tender flesh of Vinyl’s pussy.

Vinyl’s world became bliss, and if this wasn’t Heaven on Earth, then there could be no other heaven. Her body convulsing, shivering, orgasmic waves drowning her, she let go of Octavia’s head and sank into the covers fully, her body heavy and demanding.

On top of her voice, Vinyl screamed Octavia’s name.

“No.”

Octavia laughed, rolling on the bed, warm and content, despite not getting a release of her own. Finally, at long last, they had had sex - had made love - and Vinyl screamed her name during orgasm! Was that not proof enough of deep, subconscious love and desire? And her face is so cute when she cums~ “Come on, Vinyl, sing it,” she pleaded again, eager to play around with her (visibly tired) lover. “It’s your song after all, as we’ve found out~”

Vinyl flushed fiercely in deep shame, closing her eyes. Unbelievable! “Tavi, NO!”

“Vinyl, love, it’s easy,” Octavia assured, kissing Vinyl’s naked shoulder. “You are singing the truth, after all…”

“Tavi!” Vinyl protested, unable to be irritated with the wonderful cellist who had gifted her with the most powerful orgasm in her life - and her first sex. “That’s just because it was my first time!” she began, hinting an improvement, but Octavia had already begun to sing:

I come too faaaast~

I come too faaaaast~

“Octavia!” Vinyl buried her face in the pillow, warm embarrassment commanding her body. Her cellist stopped the song, nibbling on the spinner’s ear slightly.

“Just kidding, dear.” Octavia placed her hand around Vinyl’s waist - a gesture that the spinner immediately reciprocated. “Just kidding.”

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