Miss Ashdown re-focussed her gaze on the reflection of Jessica. “So, yes, I know exactly what’s going on inside that body of yours, and how mixed up it all is, but also just how powerful it all is.” She judged that now was the time for the direct approach. “Tell me, do you masturbate?”
Jessica froze with embarrassment: would a lie or the truth be better here? Miss Ashdown saved her the trouble of deciding.
“Actually, don’t answer that,” the teacher said, “Of course you do. But a word of advice: don’t ever do so before a performance. The longer you can hold off, the more energised your playing will be.”
For want of a response, Jessica’s eyes froze on her reflection. She wasn’t feeling much like an energised sexual creature as she saw herself standing in her mismatched underwear with her shoulders slumped.
“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”
Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.