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  My name's Kwon Jiyong       I'm 16 years old. I never really wanted to take music lessons but it was a forgone conclusion in my family. Both my parents were very musical. My mother was a backup cellist in the cities symphony and my father had taken music lessons his entire childhood. My parents had tried to get me enthused about some instrument – any instrument, but to no avail.     I had played the violin for a few years (an extremely painful experience for all concerned), the tuba for 2 (see above the pain) and the guitar (somewhat better, but Eric Clapton I was NOT his follower). As a last resort my parents suggested I try the piano. I resisted, but they were adamant so I reluctantly agreed. They looked around for a teacher in our area and found a few. They called around and the first two only taught on weekends. Mom and Dad wanted it done during the week.      The next one they called was Miss Sandara Park, she's a college student and is 20 years old but said  a very good pianist and being a tutor or being a trainor is her part time job. She taught during the week and they said she sounded friendly and since she's  only 4 years older than me so they thought we will have a great relationship as student teacher.       On the next Wednesday I rode my bike over to Miss Park's house after school. She lived about 4 blocks away from us so it was an easy ride. I arrived in a foul mood. I did NOT want to be there. I trudged up to her door and rang the bell. Miss Sandara Park arrived at the door in short order and my world was suddenly much better.          The sky was brighter; the colors were more poignant; EVERYTHING was better. Before me stood the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was just a bit shorter than me. She had straight, supermodel-type, sheer, brunette hair, a gorgeous face and a body that looked like it might (and probably DID) stop traffic.        She's looking with a curvaceous hips and legs and a fabulous chest, not big but not small..perky..yes her s are so perky. I couldn’t even guess at her bust size, but suffice it to say her feet probably didn’t get wet when it rained.       “Hello, Jiyong. I’m Miss Sandara Park,but you  can call me Dara noona when our class is finish neh ,Won’t you come in?” She smiled to me.       I couldn’t speak. I merely followed her. The view from behind was another sight to behold. Curves in exactly the right places.     We went into her living room where I saw an intimidating full-sized grand piano. We passed the piano and sat at her couch.   “Your mother tells me you’ve tried a few instruments already. Is that true?”       I could hardly think, let alone talk.   “Yes.”       “What instruments have you tried?”       “Violin, tuba and guitar.”       “Impressive. Why did you stop playing?”       “I don’t like playing instruments.”       “Are you more interested in the piano?”       “Not really, but Mom and Dad say I have to play so here I am.” I immediately regretted saying that.       “I see. Maybe I should talk with your mother and tell her that you need to find an instrument that you WANT to play. Maybe there’s one out there.”       I had blown it. I wanted to keep coming to lessons if for no other reason than to see Miss Park. For her age, 20..damn! she talks like a 30 year old woman, so strict!       “Now that I think more about it I think I really DO want to try the piano.”       “Are you sure?”       “Yes. I’m positive.”       “Great. Then let’s get started.”       We walked over to the piano, sat down and our lesson. She gave me some stuff to practice and I rode home to wait for the next lesson.       My lessons went on like this for 4 months. I would take any chance I could to look at Miss Park. I was pretty sure she didn’t know I was looking. I was careful to avert my glaze when she would turn to me. Then one day..       My lesson ended and I got up to leave when Miss Park stopped me.   “Please sit down, Ji.” she said softly.     I did.     “You’ve been coming here for a little over 4 months now and you are not improving much. Are you practicing during the week?”     “Yes, Dara noona..”       “I don’t think I believe that. I think you hardly touch the piano until you come here and then when you’re here you spend the whole lesson looking at me.”       Uh oh. She DID see me. I guess I was not as covert as I thought.       “I don’t mind the looking. Young boys do that. It’s the fact that that’s ALL you do. As far as I’m concerned this is a waste of your time, a waste of MY time and a waste of your parents’ money. I think I need to talk to your mother.”       “Please don’t Dara noona. I’ll practice. I promise.”       She sighed,“I’ll give you one more chance. You take this sheet home and practice it. When you return next Wednesday I’ll test you. If I’m pleased with your progress we can continue. If not I call your mother.”       Every time I call her Dara noona, she always soften..       Miss Park handed me a piece of sheet music and directed me to the door.       I rode home and immediately went to the piano and practiced. I played for 2 hours every day. I was NOT going to let Miss Park down.     Wednesday came and I rode to my lesson. Miss Park directed me to the piano and sat down beside me.       “Am I going to be pleased?” she asked.       “I hope so.” I replied as I started to play. When I finished I looked over at Miss Park, not sure of what her reaction would be. I looked up at her and saw a tear in her eye.       “That was perfect, Ji. Your temp was exact, your notes were precise. I don’t think I could have played that better myself. See what you can do? All you need is a little incentive.”       I beamed with pride.       My lesson went as usual and at the end just before I got up to leave, Miss Park handed me another piece of sheet music.       “You go home and practice this piece and if you pass the test next week there will be a prize for you.”       “What kind of prize?”       “You’ll find out next Wednesday. Off you go.”       I rode home wondering what she could mean. I had no idea, but I wanted to find out so I again spent at least 2 hours every day at the piano.       Wednesday came and I rode to my lesson. I sat down nervously at the piano and began my test. When I was finished I looked over to see Miss Park looking back with a big smile on her face.     “You’ve been working hard, haven’t you? I’m impressed. I knew you had talent in you.”   She wrote a few things down in her lesson pad and then looked up.       “I said something about a prize last week, didn’t I?”       I nodded.       “You’ve been looking at these for months now,” she said running her hands around her s. “You like them. I can see that.”       She kept talking but I have no idea what she said because she had also reached down and was undoing one of the buttons of her blouse. She finished then undid the next one.        I was breathless.        She pulled the neckline of her blouse apart and I could see her perfect mounds. She still had her bra on, but I could see more than I had ever seen in my life. This was WAY better than the magazines that SeungRi had got for me, that rat was even younger than me but he is too much of a ert, anyway.. Sure they were in the magazines, but this was REAL. I stared. And stared. And stared.       She buttoned her blouse up. I was crestfallen.   “Five minutes and then onto the lesson.”       We did jus that. From then on the lesson went as usual. At the end she handed me a sheet without saying anything. I knew the rules now.       I raced home, ran up to my room and jerked off madly. I didn’t bother with the magazines; I just pictured Miss Park’s perfection in my head. It only took less than a minute before I shot my load. I sat there thinking about her for a few minutes and then went down to start practicing. When I was done practicing I was again after thinking of Miss Park’s s. I ran back up to my room and ed again.       Wednesday came around and I rode to my lesson, sat at the piano and did my test. Again Miss Park had a large grin when I was done. She did her scribbling in her book, and undid her buttons. This time she did THREE buttons and I could see more of her s.     The five minutes ended and we did the lesson; me with a raging hard on the entire time. The lesson ended, I got my sheet and raced home to e.     The next week was the same, but this time she undid ALL her buttons. I could see her all of her s. They were more perfect than I thought. My five minutes ended, we did the lesson and I raced home to e.     It went on like this for another couple of months. Miss Park went so far as to touch her s, them and pinch her s, but her bra never came off. I didn’t care. I was in heaven.       School ended for the year and Mom came to my room one day.         “I’ve been thinking about it and I’m very proud of how well you’re doing in your piano lessons. I figured you’d probably want to have the summer off to go out and play so I’m okay if you want to stop your lessons and re-start them in the fall.”       There was NO WAY I was going to stop. This was better than ANYTHING.     “Can I keep my lessons going for the summer, Mom?”       “Of course, Yongie. I’m rally pleased that you’re enjoying the piano so much.”     I breathed a sigh of relief.     The summer progressed, the major difference being that since I had no school I could practice more.   I was at my lesson on August 20th. I did my weekly test and Miss Park was smiling like always.     “I heard you had a birthday recently.”     “Yep. I was 17 on the 18th.”     “I didn’t get you a present. I’m sorry.”       “That’s okay; I wouldn’t expect you to get me anything.” I just wan to spend time with you       “Here’s your prize for this week.”     She said as she started to her blouse. She undid all the buttons and left the blouse hanging from her shoulders.     “Happy birthday.” She spoke pushing her chest forward.       I sat there looking as usual