30 comments/ 51391 views/ 56 favorites A Ruined Life By: MSTarot A single conversation, over heard one night when I should have been asleep, was the absolute ruin of my life. I had drank far to many glasses of tea with dinner and got up to go to the bathroom sometime after midnight. As I passed mom and dads room I heard them arguing. That they were doing it this late at night caught my attention more than anything. That and my name. "He's never going to be like his brothers." I heard my Mom say. "Denis is just more like my family than yours." "Well he'll get a growth spurt in a few years. Sure he'll never be a lineman, but hell he's got the speed to maybe be a running back." My dad's voice rumbled through the door. 'Well... maybe a kicker." "Bill I love you to death but get this through that thick skull of yours. You have two sons that already play football. Your third isn't going to. You heard the coach." "I don't care what that fool says! I was playing for Coach Stalling's when that ass hole was learning which end of his whistle to blow!" "Keep your voice down, Bill, you're going to wake the boys." I hear my mom say in a quiet calm manner. Her voice of reason I had come to call it, over the years. She uses it mostly with my Dad and my brothers. "Now I find it strange that when he told you that Bill Jr. and Mark were going to probably both go to collage with full scholarships that you thought he was the best thing since beer came in a can. Now that he's told you that Denis won't even make the high school B-Team you think he's an idiot." "I didn't say he was an idiot, I said he was an asshole. He's got two nephews that are Denis' age. He's going to put them on the team instead!" "Those two boys are half a foot taller than our son and probably forty pounds heavier." I hear my mom say sharply. "They also don't have a brain cell between them. All they are good for is football." "What's that suppose to mean?" I hear dad's voice snap. I can't believe my mom has the nerve to chuckle. "Bill, I didn't marry you for your mind." Dad kind of gives a snort then a chuckle after a second. "I know you didn't, you married me because you couldn't believe this much cock could come with one man." "Oh yea, that's why." I can practically see my Mom's eyes go towards the ceiling. I hear the bed squeak. Sounds like dad sat down. "Well what are we going to do Suzy? It wouldn't be fare to him to have his brothers go off to collage, while he can't. Cause god knows I can't afford to send him on what I make. Hell we're just making it as it, you know that." "Then he will have to be smart enough to make it on his own. I can't say this for all of my son's but Denis is smart. He learns quickly, always has. Hell he was almost reading before Mark was." I hear mom take in a deep breath and sigh. Standing in the hall my full bladder sending me horror signals I can't make my feet take me from the door. I feel like my whole worlds just fallen out from under me. "Suzy?" "He's mine." I hear mom say sharply. "Jr. and Mark are yours to raise as you chose, but Denis from this point forwards is mine." "What do you mean?" "I mean from now on I call all the shots as far as he goes. I decide what he learns, what he does and what he gets as a proper reward for when he does good." Mom's voice holds an authority I have almost never heard there before. That it's directed at Dad is mind numbing. "What do you mean? What are you going to be teaching him?" "Whatever I chose. To begin with he's done with football as anything other than a fan. I don't even want him playing in the yard with you and his brothers." "What?" "I will not see him getting hurt trying to do something his body wasn't meant for." I hear a light switch click and the light under the doorway vanishes. "Now it's late and I need to get some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow." As the room goes quiet I'm about to walk away when I hear Dad's voice stops me. "Well you just make sure of one thing. Don't make me regret calling him Denis and not Denise." I stumble to the bathroom feeling shattered. I'm sitting on the toilet when the tears start to fall to the fuzzy carpet under my feet. Why? What the hell did I ever do to deserve this? All I've Ever wanted to do was be like my father and brothers. So why aren't I? It was all going just right till last year. My trophy shelf in my bedroom was just as full as my brothers had been at my age. Wee Wee league, PeeWee league, I was doing great. Then it happened. One day every one was my size the next I was the shortest on the team. And my brothers? Billy is already near Dad's height and he's only sixteen! Mark's jumping up just as fast. Were all just one year apart yet I look like I'm five years younger than they are. Growth spurt, growth spurt...dad keeps talking like it's going to happen any day now. Well any day doesn't seem to be happening any day soon. What was Mom going to do? That thought was running circles through my mind as the tears fall unchecked. I would find out soon enough. "Ballet!" I watch my brother Mark fall out his chair and roll around on the kitchen floor. Billy is hiding his nose and mouth behind his hand laughing till tears are falling out his eyes. Dad hasn't said a word but that says a ton all by itself. I want to hide in my oatmeal. The bombshell landed at breakfast. I'm going to Ballet school. Starting today. No I want to hide under my oatmeal. Mark has turned a strange shade of purple and Billy is holding his sides in pain as they leave with Dad to go to a weeklong football practice at Dad's alma mater. They will get to work and practice under the current head coach. They will be catching passes thrown by the current quarterback! I'm going to ballet. Dad doesn't even tell me goodbye. As I ride beside mom I feel like I'm on my way to my execution. Walking the mile, walking the mile...walking the green mile. I look up when we pull up into the parking lot. 'Royal Academy of Dance' "Roll on two." I say in a too soft to hear whisper. Mom leaves me in the hands of Mr. Sandle, the dance instructor. He leads me into a room full of girls in tights with their hair done up in little knots at the back. They watch me walk in with giggly smiles. I see only one other boy there. I've been executed and I'm in hell, I decide. Four hours later when Mom picks me up I'm more exhausted than I have ever been in my life. Weeks roll by into months. Mom put an end to the teasing from my brothers. At least at the breakfast table. She also stopped saying what I was going to be learning next in front of my Dad and brothers. For that I'm thank full at least. If they knew, I would never hear the end of it. Piano, ballroom dancing, cooking! I'm enrolled in cooking classes! "Oh dear heavenly father please just kill me now before she comes up with anything else." Became my nightly prayer. Apparently god's having too big a laugh himself to be granting mercy right now. My freshman year I'm the only guy in Home Economics. I'm also taking Typing. "My god Denis what happen to your eye?" I turn and smile when I see Sandy. Sandy Sandle, the poor girl. Daughter of my ballet teacher and his best student of course, I almost don't recognize her with her hair not in a bun. "Hey Sandy." "Hey Denis, what happened to your eye?" she reaches up to touch it but I flinch back. "Me and my brother Mark got into it. It's nothing, just a little sore." I lightly pat at the black eyes with a fingertip. "Okay maybe more than a little." "I should think so. It looks horrible. Do you have Home Economics'? Oh thank you." I nod and hold open the door for her. Another of mom's lessons. Manners. She's been teaching that one to me herself. Sandy and I sit at the same table while Mrs. Holstein teaches us how to balance a checkbook, and manage a budget. You know before that day I never noticed just how very nice Sandy looks. Maybe it's her hair down. The black eye got me signed up to one more class. I made mom promise not to talk about that one ever. She agreed with a smile. Then she started dragging me to the beauty parlor with her every Friday after I got home from school. My brothers are going out on dates with cheerleaders I'm sitting in a room full of women getting their hair and nails done! By the start of my Junior year I came to really hate Friday nights. Billy had gone off to collage by then, but Mark was, according to him anyway, cutting pathways through the female population of his senior class. Whenever Mom and Dad weren't around I would get to hear all about it. How this girl had done this and that one would do that. Somehow he knew I was still a virgin at seventeen. He considered it a sure sign that I was gay. Hell he went out of his way at school to tell people that. All things considered, maybe I should thank him for that. "Let me go you...!" I step out the bathroom door to see Sandy's older sister Maria trying to pull away from Jimmy Brent, the varsity quarterback. He has her by the arm and is pulling her towards the men's room door I just stepped out of. "Come on Maria, I'll show you while they call me 'the Stallion'." He yanks at her arm with his back turned to me. I see his two forward guards laughing and kind of blocking what's happening from general view. I tap his back shoulder. "I don't think Maria seem interested there Jimmy. Turn her lose." I let my book bag silently drop to by my foot. Jimmy looks at me and bust out laughing. "Get out my way gayboy. Before I forget who your brother is and whoop your faggot ass." his two guards join him in laughing. "You've spent three years of high school with your hands under my brother's nuts and you want to say I'm gay." I look over his shoulder at the other two. "I wouldn't shower with him if I was you two." I swear it's like watching the two brain cells holler in the dark to each other. "Hello, hello!" I can see it when they get together and let him know I just insulted him. "I don't take that kind of shit from no tutu wearing fairy!" he pushes Maria away from him and into the wall as he steps towards me. I see the blow coming. A big haymaker swing with his right. I can even see the shift in his weight that will send the left in after it. As the passage of his fist over my head stirs my hair I catch his wrist and turn him slightly. His hand hits the cinderblock wall by the door with a solid thud. I do hope the coach has a second string quarterback. "OH Fuck!" his yell is echoing down the hall even as my leg hooks him behind the back of his knee and a gentle push of my hand sends him crashing to the tile floor. I see, the inrush of his friends even as I do a drop-split that both Mr. Sandle and Mr. Ho, my Taekwondo teacher would be proud of. My head is down, my eyes on their feet so I can't see their faces, but the howls as I land a Jireugi punch to both men's crotches at the same time is deafening and both are in a very high key. It should be, I can easily break boards with that punch. As I spin up out of the split my foot connects with the side of the quarterbacks head sending him back to the floor beside his friends. His head hits the floor with a loud thump. QB take nap now. "What's going on here?" shouts the coach from about twenty feet away. I calmly reach down and pick up my book bag from the floor and step over the moaning guys to where Maria is standing with her eyes as big as silver dollars. "Are you alright?" I ask looking down at the arm she is massaging. "I'm...." she starts to say. "I said, what's going on here?" the coach comes to a stop by his players. He looks down at them then back up at me. My eyes are steady on his. "Your players coach Tompson were running amuck in the hall and slipped." says Maria. "They almost ran me over till Denis here saved Me." she looks down at the three groaning young men. "Ruffians" I grin. Maria always sounds like she's from another century. Sandy says it's from to many romance novels. The coach looks from her, to his guys, then back to me. I see a strange look form in his eyes. "Well I'm sorry about that Miss. Sandle. I'll give them a talking to, I promise." He glances from me back down to the three guys. I see a small shake of his head. "Well see that you do. Come on Denis, I need to find a way to reward my hero." And that was how I found myself not only on the receiving end of my first kiss, but also taking the most beautiful and 'eloquent' senior to her senior prom. We owned the dance floor the whole night. The summer vacation between my junior and senior years I again found myself enrolled in a hell of my Moms making. At least this time I was getting paid. Not only was I being dragged to a beauty parlor I was working there. All I can say is I'm glad Mark had followed Billy off to collage by then. The looks dad was giving me were bad enough. I started out working the register. My years in Home Ec. had me well able to do so simple a task. That left me free to do what anyone my age and male would do. Look at tits. There were every shape and size before me, at any given time of the day. Big ones like Mrs. Harris. That woman wore shirts that make her look like she was smuggling honeydew melons out the farmers market. She always came and got her hair washed and styled. Seeing her bent over backward into the sink getting her hair washed she looked like she was going to pop a button at any second. I watched for it to happen the whole time. Once though she caught me looking and after a second gave me a flirty wink. She also wore tighter shirts after that. I swear to god she did! I had been working there for three weeks and had moved from the register to shampoo boy; I still hate that name. That was the day that Sandy and her mom came in. I had seen her mom around the dance studio several times. She was a retired ballerina who due to injury couldn't dance anymore. She still took a lot of effort to maintain her figure from when she was younger. That she was Maria's mother was easy to see. "Denis? I didn't not know you worked here?" "My mom got me a job here for the summer Mrs. Sandle." I look to her daughter, my dance partner for the last two years. "Hello Sandy." "Hi Denis." She gave me that shy smile I had seen more and more of over the last year. Her mom and the shop owner Mrs. Gutterman, got into a conversation before she could ask me anything else. Sandy smiles that shy smile at me again when I looked back at her. "Ready for the Summer show?" I ask softly so as not to attract her mom's attention to the question. "Only two more practices right?" "Yes.... I'm ready. Nervous, but ready." I smile "You have no reason to be nervous. You're the most beautiful dancer in the whole company." I tell her with sincerity. I swear she blushes to the tips of those delicate toes she dances on. "Denis, shampoo Miss. Sandle's hair please." Mrs. Gutterman tells me. I turn towards Sandy's mother then realize what was said. I pause for a second then with a smile and a gesture direct Sandy to one of the shampoo sinks. What follows is the most sensual experience of my young life. From the moment she undoes her hair and I lower those silky locks into the sink to the very last rinse I 'm in a heaven I didn't know existed. At one point she gives a low moan while I'm shampooing her hair that tells me she is in the same place. Till she and her mom leave I don't think my eyes ever leave her face for more than a few seconds. I see a smile exchanged between several of the ladies in the shop that I only come to understand later in my life. My performance at the summer show is the best of my life. When the curtain drops in front of the sweat soaked and panting people around me it's Sandy's hand I'm holding. I find it truly amazing that my second kiss comes from a girl with the same last name as my first. This one is much longer...and has a lot more meaning for me. My senior year is mostly a blur of tests and my Mom's lessons. I have moved into the realm of the truly obscure now. I'm learning things like women's perfumes and clothing. Dad keeps making snide comments about when I'm going to be putting in the track lighting. I'm also taking Drama, public speaking, and Creative Writing 101. Joy. The drama teacher slash coach is running a few minutes late. At least that's what the note on the door said when I got to the auditorium. Opening the door I note I'm the first to arrive. I give a shrug and go down to he front row of seats and drop my book bag into one. Looking around the empty room I realize this is the first time I've ever been in it when it was empty. "La la la la la...la!" I run my voice up the scales. Did I mention the Opera? Good I've tried to forget that part myself. The acoustics are not bad, but then for an auditorium they shouldn't be. I look around then check my watch. Okay, looks like everyone is running late. I move over to the school piano and flip back the cover. An old Weber it could do with a tuning, but then they always could. Sitting down I start to play, mostly to amuse myself and pass the time. I have been working on the Pirates of the Caribbean theme for the last month. With the empty room to give me back the sounds I finally get it right. Just in time for the whole Drama class, plus the teacher to show up. Of course I didn't know that. I'm just playing away my eyes half closed, my fingers flying through the keys. I also didn't know they opened the door and let the music fill the hall and attract every one walking past. Including the Principle of course. When I hit the last note the applause is thunderous and scares the living hell out of me. And that would be the story of how I ended up playing the piano in every school play, as well as trying to act a role and dance my toes off once Sandy put her two cents worth in. That would also be the year that my two brothers would be on the SEC Championship team. All my past football trophies had long been relegated to a box in the garage. When they won...it was as if I lost. I mean don't get me wrong I was happy as hell for them, but at the same time...I felt lower than I had in a long time. Dad had the brilliant idea that my eighteenth birthday would be the perfect day to call in all the family to celebrate his two sons winning the national championship. Ever been to a party you wanted to leave from the moment you walked in the door, but you don't want to be rude to the host. Now imagine you're the host and you'll see where I was. "Denis?" Turning from my bedroom window I look over my shoulder and see Sandy. I give her a smile. "Are you Okay?" she asks softly. I give a nod. I see the smile and the shake of her head. "You can't lie to me Denis, you know that. We took drama together. I know how to read faces." Sandy walks over to beside me and looks out the window into our back yard. My dad, my uncles, my brothers, my cousins. All playing football in the back yard. Hell I even think I've got a second cousin down there as well. "Lord all your family ever seem to think about is football." She says with a shake of her head. "I guess I'm one to talk though. All my family ever does is dance." "Well all your family looks good in tights. That's what I was doing when you came in. trying to imagine them in tights and tutu. Can't you just see my dad doing a ballonne'?" Sandy bursts into giggles. "About as much as I can see my dad going out for a pass." She says still chuckling. The image of her father in football pads dancing his way across the end zone almost puts me in tears. She stands looking down into the backyard watching my family. Almost like she's observing a group of alien creatures. A Ruined Life Ch. 02 Feeling the sweat dripping down my back I lift Sandy, then as I feel her hand take up her weight I move one of mine away. Year of practice make the balance needed a second nature as I slowly turn us. I feel a bit of a strain as she shifts her weight, the bird takes flight. With a fluid motion I bring her back down and we turn into the side of the stage. There is a pause then the sound of applause rises like a wave. It crests and breaks then crests again as the curtain drops down. Panting I feel the hands on my shoulders. The pats of congratulation. I take Sandy's hand and smiling we rush back out onto the stage just as the curtain starts to leave the stage floor. I lift her over my head and she arches up. I'm spinning us as the curtain clears. The crowd is on its feet. The curtain drops again. Grinning mischievously I turn Sandy lose and see her eyes widen and hear a squeak from her as she drops into my arms. I hug her to me and I'm kissing her as the other dancers come crowding out around us. "Hey get a room you two." Laughing I hold Sandy's hand up as the curtain rises for the final time. I see my family in the third row. Dad looks uncomfortable in his tux. My brothers even more so. My Mom? The woman who's evil machinating has so ruined my life? She looks like she's going to burst with pride. Her eyes are filled with tears; she's clapping with no sound but tons of emotion. I see Mr. and Mrs. Sandle standing down in the front row. I try not to stare at the man next to them. He is standing and applauding with a look of approval on his face. I hope it's a good sign. As the curtain falls for he last time Sandy starts smacking my chest. "Letting.... Me...fall...like ...that! You scared me to death!" Chuckling I catch her and pull her into me. "Well I figured fairs fair.... I fell for you." She swats at me again. "Oh your impossible. A charmer but impossible." She runs her hands across her sweaty hair slicking back the few stray strands. "I've got to go get out of these sweaty clothes. I'll see you tomorrow right?" "Yea I'll be there. I still want to eat your pie more than your cake." I tell her in a whisper by her ear." She blushes scarlet. We have been teasing each other viciously for the last few weeks. "Well you can have all the pie you want to eat my soon to be lover." She tells me back in a whisper. A quick kiss is all we can managed then we are pulled off in different directions. It's late at night and the house is silent. Sleep won't come no matter what I do. The idea that I will soon get to have sex keeps coming to the surface, images of what she will look like when I pull away that last piece of clothing spring to mind just as I'm about to drift off. Finally I get up and head for the kitchen to raid the fridge for a snack. There is a light on under my parent's door. I pause and memories fill me with a sense of Deja Vu as I hear Mom and Dad talking. About me. "He's getting his height finally. If you will just let me get him into spring training and start working him hard he might be able to still swing a scholarship. We can ask the school to keep him back a year. I'll talk to the coach. All Denis has to do is just slack off a bit and he can go back for a second year as a senior. A single great season and a few phone calls and I'll get him in as maybe a second string player." "Are you even hearing yourself?" I hear my Mom ask. I can picture the look on her face. "Are you being serious because if you are..." "What?" "You can not be that stupid." "Look! I've done what you asked because I thought it was best for him. He was short and scrawny he could have gotten hurt playing just like you said but now...He's getting taller he's filling out. Hell I saw him on that stage, he can move. He would make a great receiver! He gets that ball in his hands and nothing will lay a hand on him." "God damn you and Football!" My eyebrows go into my hair! I've never heard my mother cuss let alone say G-D. "That is all you ever think about! There is a hell of a lot more to this world than that stupid game. You say you saw your son on the stage? Did you? Really see him? He was wonderful. He was graceful and powerful and the audience loved him." "Yea I saw him. He was prancing around like that fairy teacher of his. I've stood by and let you turn him into almost a queer for far to long now. I want my son back." I can hear the room go deathly quiet. "A queer? Is that what you think he is?" There is a pause. I can all but see my father considering whether he should answer a question that will put him in the doghouse for months to come. Knowing Mom like I do, he might as well he's already there. I guess he decides the same. "Hell yea. His brothers were both going through women like bulls at a stud farm by now. You've had him singing, dancing, and working at that beauty parlor...hell what you going to do to him next? Going to get him a job as a florist? Maybe he can learn to paint woman's fingernails at that beauty parlor. He can get him a job at Wal-Mart in the little shops up by the registers. You have done every thing in your power to turn my son into a pansy! I want him back out on a football field where he can learn to be a man!" "Learn to be a man? Do manly things? Like maybe have sex with a girl?" I can hear the cold steel in Mom's voice turning cherry red. "Yea like that! He need to be learning what it's like to be a man." "You are so full of shit it's no wonder your eyes are brown! Your son is going to be fucking a girl before this week is out if he hasn't had her already!" Holy shit she dropped the 'F' bomb. I didn't even know she knew that word! As I listen to the room go silent I wonder why my Dad's opinion of me doesn't sting like it should. That he thinks of me like that should be a tearing pain in my heart but it's not. My mind finally settles on the fact that I have always known just never heard him say it. "Really?" I hear my Dad ask softly. "Who? That teacher's daughter? What's her name?" "You can remember who played for what team twenty years ago across a dozen teams but you can't remember the name of a girl you saw just days ago? A girl that has been a part of you son's life for years now? A girl that quiet possibly may end up being your daughter?" There is a silence that is cold enough I feel it through the door. "Grow the fuck up." She tells him softly. I have barely stepped back from the doorway when she comes walking through it and shuts it behind her. When she turns she sees me and her eyes go wide. I see her gasp for words for a second then my Mom rushes forward into my arms. A line of silently shed tears runs down her face to wet my neck. "I'm sorry Denis. I'm sorry you had to hear him say things like that." I take a long deep breath then a soft chuckle slips out. "It's okay. I've known for a long time what he thought of me. I'm okay with it. So long as I know you got my back...Mom." My Mom silently dissolves into tears against my chest as I softly stroke her hair. I hold her listening to Dad through the door. His voice is a low grumble of profanities that I can't distinguish. I hear the bed springs squeak several times then the light goes out. As my eyes adjust to the lessening of light I look down to see my Mom looking up at my face. "Come with Me." she says and starts to walk towards the stairs, then stops and looks back over her shoulder. "Please." I follow Mom down the stairs and into the kitchen. Without a word spoken she gets out a knife and plates from the cabinet. The smell of the German chocolate cake fills the room when she lifts the cover. The last of my Birthday cake she halves what would be enough for four people and hands me a slice. She goes to the low cabinet next to the fridge and opens it. My eyes go wide when I see her open it. It's where Dad stores his liquor. She brings back a bottle and two shot glasses. I watch my Mom with a growing smile doing things I've never seen her do. She pours a shot and pops it back like it's water then she pours two more and slides one of them to me. "I don't care what the State says you're over eighteen. You should be able to drink. " I watch Mom fish out a stool from under the island and have a seat. She looks up at me and I copy her. "Denis, I want to tell you I'm sorry." "I told you Mom I'm alright with Dad's opinion of..." "Not for your Dad. For Me." she moves the shot glass around on the marble. The light from over the stove makes the rum glow a dark red. "I kind of took away your choices in life. I never even asked you. I never once asked you what you wanted to do. Do you want to play football?" I look at her as she looks up at me and a smile slowly lifts my lips. "No. Once a long time ago yea that was all I wanted to do. But now? No." "You're sure about that?" She asks after a second. " I have made a lot of decisions for you that I probably shouldn't have. I've tried my best to make you a man that you could be proud to be. A gentle man, a kind man, a thoughtful and talented man. Someone who could be more than.... Well more than what a lot of men around here are. Someone who could be more than what your father and brothers are. I love all of them, I truly do, but there are times.... like tonight.... when I can't stand it." The glass goes to her lips and the second shot follows the first. I join her in drinking then feel my throat light up from my stomach back up to my mouth. Damn! She smiles seeing my reaction. "Light weight." She says softly grinning. "Letting your mom drink you under the table." I laugh with her. "Denis.... I love your father. I do. I love your brothers. But between the three of them if it isn't football, beer or ...pussy. They don't think it's worth thinking about." I'm glad I took the drink first. I would have choke to death on if I hadn't. My Mom just said pussy! I'm starting to wonder if I'm awake or still dreaming. "I just wanted you to be more than that." Her eyes leave my face and drop to the swirls of marble under her fingers. Her delicately painted nails trace a swirl. "You ruined my life." I tell her softly, her eyes come up. "That's what I thought when all this started. That first day when you took me to dance class. Then all the rest. You ruined it.... and I thank you for that. I would have walked down the path I was going on and ended up in a place far different from where I am now. I might have been happy there but I know one thing. I wouldn't have Sandy. She would never have gone out with a football player. Hell I would probably have never given her a second glance." I grin at my mom. She want's to talk to me like an adult no words barred. Okay. "Her tit's are small and she hasn't got much of an ass." Mom chuckles. She nods and slides her empty shot glass around then looks back up grinning. "I also wouldn't have my Mom's respect. I can't tell you how much that means to me. What I wouldn't give up to keep that? Football? It's far down that list." "Wiser man that the father." She says softly them smiles a Mona Lisa smile at me. "Treat Sandy well. When you get her in bed. See to her pleasure first and I promise... you will never regret that." I blush a little then nod. "Now eat your cake." She say picking up her fork "Even if it's her 'pie' you wishing you were eating." I look up at her my fork half lifted and just slowly dissolve into laughter. She joins me after a second and I have to wonder how Dad could sleep through the sounds, or if he can't what he must be thinking. When I pull up out front the party is I full swing. I mean that literally. There is a lot of swing style music playing. I can see people on the patio dancing. Having spent a bit of time over here before I know that the Sandle's have such a love of dancing that they almost can't walk. Every step almost has to be a dance. Whenever a party is thrown it's almost a grand ballroom affair. As I walk towards the front door I reflect that in a way they are as obsessed as most of my family, just a different obsession. Other thoughts fill my head as well. My hand fiddles in my pocket. My Mom's words roll back over me again. I consider them again for the hundredth time since she said them. The decision was yes when I first made it, yes yesterday, and yes this morning. As I go to lift my hand and open the door it's still yes. As the screen door opens and I step inside I hear my name called by several people. I smile and nod my head to the other dancers from the troop. A few older people slide through the crowd with a grace that tells of long years of the same training as myself. A few I recognize form old photos of the Sandle's. Friends from when they were the same age as myself. "Wonderful show the other night." I must hear that a dozen times before I can cross the length of the living room. Stepping into the kitchen I see Mrs. Sandle flittering around the kitchen. A less likely looking woman to be a cook you would never find but my god that skinny woman can cook. Admittedly most of her dishes are French or Italian but hey...It's all wonderful. "Denis! Oh how thoughtful." I hand her the single rose I make appear from within my sleeve. Never mentioned the slight of hand before have I? It's more a minor hobby than really something my Mom had me do. I can make coins disappear that kind of thing. "A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady." I tell her sincerely. She smiles. "Are you in her trying to seduce my lovely wife away now Denis? You already have my oldest daughter singing your praises and my youngest seems to be getting wrapped around your finger more every day." Mr. Sandle's hand comes to rest on my shoulder. His words are friendly. "How many women in my house are you after? Do I need to keep you away from my beloved Mother as well?" "Only if she can cook better than Mrs. Sandle." I say with a grin. I see him chuckle then look to his wife. "Well I guess she is safe then for I would never make such a claim." "Oh you two. Out of my kitchen the both of you." Says Mrs. Sandle annoyed but flattered all the same. Chuckling Mr. Sandle doesn't turn lose of my shoulder but kind of guides my steps by it. "Denis I have need for a few words and I also want you to meet someone." As we step outside onto the patio I see Sandy standing over by her Sister and her brother. "Denis...I know how you feel about my daughter, about Sandy. I want you to know that of all my students I have never had one with as much lack of want to dance that turned into such dedication. If I must lose my youngest to the passing of the years and her growth into womanhood I'm glad it's to a man like you." For a moment I don't know what to say. I've received praise from him before but he gives it so very rarely without a critique as well. "Thank you." I say softly. He offers me his hand. As I take it I make comparisons between his and my father's. Delicate long fingers as opposed to thick stubs. Looking at my own hands I see that they are more like his. For some reason that comforts me. A man steps up beside us then, I recognize him from the audience. "Denis let me introduce to you a long time friend of mine. This is Gregory Monroe, a talent scout for the Rodgers and Hammerstein Production Company." Mr. Sandle smiles when he sees my eyes go a bit wide. "The lovely lady you were trying to seduce inside used to dance for them when she and I first met." He looks to the man. "In fact I stole her from this fellow." "And no greater loss have I ever suffered. Denis it's a pleasure to meet you." 'No sir the pleasure is mine." I say quickly offering him my hand. "Denis. I've already talked to this rascal's lovely daughter, now I would like to have a word with you. If you don't mind?" He says to Mr. Sandle. "Shooed away in my own house! I don't know what to think." I chuckle a bit as Mr. Sandle glides off to snatch up a plump lady and begin to swing her around across the patio to her giggles. "Denis I've got an offer to make you. " I look up to see Sandy walking up She smiles at me. "Sandy. Denise I'm looking for understudies for a current play. But I'm also looking for the two people who understudy to take the lead in the same play next year. West End is about to do a revival of Cats next year. Right now my company has the rights to it and we are going to lease it to them for the production. They have asked for us to see if they can hire our people. We told them no as we intent to continue the American production well into the next two years. But we agreed they could hire on our main performers understudies. You would have about a good six months to a year to learn the part then you would be interviewed by them. If they like your audition well you could find yourself touring Europe. I can't offer you any assurances that they will hire you of course... that Will depend on how well you do as much as anything. Interested?" I look to Sandy and see her nod her head. "Very." I wish I could say more but I feel at a loss for words just then. He smiles understandingly. "Well I won't take up more of this party with business. I'll be leaving out tonight and you can contact me here. " He hands me a card. "Miss Sandle, happy birthday. As I said to you I now say to you both, That was a beautiful performance the other night. Denis a pleasure to meet you and we'll talk soon." Sandy turns to me as he walks away. I feel like I've been hit with a hammer. When the grin starts to appear on her face I know I'm mirroring it. I pull her into my arms and kiss her soundly. I start to chuckle when I hear the applause around us after a second. "Oh Encore, encore" I hear Sandy's sister saying as she claps. Maria steps up beside us. "Tis congratulation in order that I give with a full heart." She says smiling at me. I laugh. I haven't heard her talk like a romance novel in a few years but she can still fill the air with words. Her husband comes walking up with a tray of flutes and I lift a glass from it and hand it to Sandy. When I go to take a second he moves the tray a bit. Then with a smile Maria takes the flute and hands it to me. "Not to my sister alone do I offer congratulations but to you as well for I hear that you have now also passed your eighteenth year. Would that I could have returned for that occasion but I was far from here across oceans of blue." "Celebrating your wedding in the proper fashion I'm sure." She blushes beautifully. "An event I did not in time offer congratulations to you about. So to us all then." I lift my flue. "Salud." My eyes go to Sandy as I look through the bubbles. I smile my lips quirking around the flute. I let the Champagne vanish on my tongue and more breathe it than drink it in. I know what she's thinking then. It's similar to my thoughts. When will this party end and when will her parents leave for New York? The hours pass slowly with only a couple of stolen kisses marking their passages in my mind. I drift among the people as the party winds down to the last moments and the last guests depart. I'm in the kitchen helping Mrs. Sandle put food away when I decide to do something. Turning to look at her I can see what Sandy will look like in about twenty years. I smile thinking that's not a bad thing at all. Mrs. Sandle is still a very beautiful woman. She notices my attention and looks up. "Yes Denis?" "I decided...I should show you this first." From my pocket I pull out the little black velvet covered box. When I open it she just looks at what's inside for a moment then I see a single tear appear at the corner of her eye. "That's so beautiful." She looks up at me. "Thank you. I more than give my blessing." A Ruined Life Ch. 02 When I suddenly find her in my arms I'm startled for a second then the warmth of the hug settles the last doubt I might have had. "I knew it!" I turn her lose and look over my shoulder. Mr. Sandle is standing there with a grin. "I knew you were after my wife all this time." He grabs a wooden spoon from the counter. "Arrant nave! I shall duel the with...spoons...AT DAWN!" he strikes the pose that I had so much trouble leading recently for the play. The three of us start laughing. "What's all this?" asks Sandy stepping into the kitchen. "This sad rogue is trying to seduce your mother." Mr. Sandle starts tapping the spoon on the palm of his hand like he's thinking of spanking someone with it. Sandy's eyebrows climb slowly as she turns to face me. She grins when I step into pose as well. "Nay good sir stay thy blade, Tis a mistake most common made. I did but see thy lady fair and took her in her youthful appearance for this equally fair lady, thy daughter." Mr. Sandle tosses the spoon into the sink and turns away. "I quite, have them both, but I give a warning the older hath a tongue sharp as steel upon a time." "I heard that you...tap dancer!" Mrs. Sandle grabs up the spoon. Sandy and I watch her mother go after her father both of us grinning. It quickly turns into full laughter when we hear him being chased around the living room. I hold out my hands and Sandy steps into my arms. I tilt my head just slightly down as our lips meet in a soft kiss. One of the only lessons my mom couldn't send me somewhere to learn was how to kiss but...I think my little dancer here will give me all the practice I need to become an professional. I tuck her head under my chin and shake my head at the fact that I can do that. I seems like just a month or so ago that we were eye level. "You get any taller your going to start hitting your head on ceiling fans." She says snuggling into my chest. I stand there holding her to me for the longest time just loving the feeling of her in my arms. Opening my eyes I see my dance instructor stopped by the door just standing there looking at us. A smile slowly makes his lips twitch. Then Mrs. Sandle slips in under his arm and they both stand there watching us. I see her look to her husbands then back to me. She gives me a slow nod. I look down at Sandy. My moving makes her look up at me. Her beautiful eyes rove around my face then her eyebrows crinkle in. "What?" she asks softly. "I love you." I tell her. My hand comes to the side of her face and brushes back a stray hair that escaped from her ponytail. "I love you." She says with a smile making her lips twitch. "But that's not what your face was showing. You're wanting to ask something. Is it about tonight?' My eyes go to her parents and seeing that she looks over her shoulder seeing them watching. I see a slight blush come to her face. When she goes to move away I pull her back gently. She turns to look back at me. "I have something to ask you." I say after a second. "I don't know how to say it though." "There is a traditional position that might help your thinking." I glance up at Mr. Sandle and smile when I see his wife hit him in the head with the spoon she's still carrying. I chuckle watching him rubbing at his receding hairline. When I look back at Sandy I can see a confused look on her face. I smile. Stepping back I ponder for a second then agree with Mr. Sandle. Traditional is best for things like this. As I pull the ring box out my pocket I sink to one knee in front of her. I see her eyes widen as I bring the little velvet box into view and open it. The ring is simple yet when I saw it in the store I felt it almost call to me. The others were bigger or more expense but this one...this was the one. I knew it the moment I touched the little band of white gold with is diamond and two small rubies. Her birth stones. "Sandy..."I smile up at her standing there with her hands covering her mouth and tears starting to flow. "Will you marry me?" I see her start to nod her head with an almost frantic haste like if she doesn't answer fast enough I might change my mind. I pull the ring from the box and slip it upon her finger. Her hands and mine both tremble slightly. Then she's dropped to her knees in front of me and is wrapped around me. Smiling I kiss her back when she slams her lips into mine. I lift us to our feet and hold her as my tears start to silently join hers. I look up at the man and woman who's daughter I've asked to me mine and see them both smiling at me. He's holding his wife tight to him with her tucked under his arms. As I watch she looks up at his face and then with a smile wipes tears from his eye. Mr. Sandle looks down at her and places a light kiss on her lips. When he looks back up at me I see a grin. "Champagne!" her turns giving Mrs. Sandle a spin out of his arms and I swear all but dances to one of the bottles that were left sitting in the ice buckets after the party. I look down at Sandy and see her watching my face. "What?" I ask after a moment of that scrutiny. She comes up to my ear. "Did your asking me have something to do with what we have planned for tonight? You didn't have to asks me to marry you for us to do that you know?" she gulps then. "Not that I don't want to be your wife ... I do, I really do, I just don't want you to feel like I..." I place a finger on her lips to silence my little dancer. "It had nothing to do with tonight. In fact if your like we can wait till the wedding night for that if you like." I make the offer with some part of me deep inside standing there with its jaw open. Sandy looks up at me and I see her tilt her head slightly then she gives me a little shake and a smile. She leans into by my ear. "You're mine tonight, my lord a leaping." I grin back at her. Looking up I take a flute of champagne from my future father. I look down at my fiance's eyes. Fiance...I have to move the word around in my brain a few times to make it feel right. "Let me be the first to offer congratulation to the happy couple." Says Mr. Sandle lifting his glass. "May you life be happy and interesting." I lift my glass thinking at the same time there is a Chinese curse that says almost the same thing. I shrug inwardly and sip the champagne. I catch Sandy's eyes over the top of her flute. They are dancing merrily with tears of joy still right at the edges. Standing at the door I watch the Sandle's cars taillights disappear around the corner. Behind me I feel the soft warmth of my lady as she steps up against my back. "They're gone." I say softly. I turn around as she slips her arms around my neck and pulls me into a kiss. I can taste the sweet icing of the last piece of cake we split between us. Her feeding me pieces by hand. Her father gave me a warning about that being habit forming. I feel her smile against my lips. Then she giggles. "You taste like cake." "So do you." I say placing a soft peck on her lips. She brings her hand around to my shirt and runs a finger down to the top button. "Part of me want to drag you up stairs and send these buttons flying." Looking down I see her bite her lip. "Part of me doesn't want to even bother going that far." I bring my hand up her side running it gently across her rib. I've done this in dance class a thousand times. This time my fingers do not stop but continue across the swell of her breast. I see her shiver when I brush her nipple through the fluffy sweater. I let my hand go to the back of her neck and dig my fingers into the back of her hair. I catch the hair tie and slip it down off her ponytail. "For years I've seen your hair up in a bun or in a knot or braided, or pony-tailed. For this night for this moment in time I want to see your lovely long hair free." I caress her neck then let a finger follow her jaw down to her chin then I lift her face up towards me. Her beautiful eyes are starring up into mine and there is a slight smile to her lips I let my hands run down her shoulders down her arms and across her wrists till her delicate fingers interlock with mine. I can feel her ring a warm smooth pressure against my fingers. "My beautiful, beautiful fiance...may I take you to bed?" Her hands come up to my chest and I see a shiver go through her as they come to rest on my chest. Her fingers tighten in the fabric of my shirt and I feel the buttons put under presser all down the front. "If we get that far, my lover." Light as a dawn feather Sandy hops into my arms and I take up her weight with my hands under her thighs. Her long trim legs wrap around my back and she pulls herself to me tight. Her mouth still flavored with sweets and Champagne finds my lips and with an almost angry need she begins to kiss me. I carry her with an ease that the years have given us. She senses the shift in my grip, her arms tighten, and her legs swing around till I'm holding her under her knee and hip. As I start up the steps towards her room she shifts her mouth from my lips to my neck and I start to wonder if I will get us there or if the thick carpet in the hall will be comfortable. My hand slides under the back of her sweater to the warmth of her spine. She looks away from my neck and shifts her hand around to open her door. Sandy's bedroom is lit with dozens of candles. Their soft flickering light swaying in the soft currents set in motion by the slowly loping ceiling fan. I see and smell sandal wood burning. I track it to a cluster of glowing stick in a bowl of sand on her desk. "So this is where you went." I whisper as I carry her inside. I smile thinking that all she lacks is the white dress and the scene would be perfect. Well, we will have consider tonight and the nights to follow practice for that night. She brings her hand around to my face. The ring catches the candlelight. I feel her shift and set her feet to the floor without need to be told. Suddenly she looks at me with an almost shy look, uncertain. "What?" I ask softly. She blushes. I see her look down then lightly bite her lip. "Now that we're here I'm suddenly ...well not afraid...I mean I know it will hurt a bit at first but I'm?" She takes a deep breath. "I guess nervous?" she looks at me then chuckles. "Damn it I've never felt stage fright even once but this must be what it feels like!" I chuckle. "Well let me tell you I've felt my fare share of it and yea it feel a lot like this." I give a laugh and take her hands into mine. Hers are trembling but then mine aren't exactly steady. "We'll just take it slow." I lead her over to her bed and sit down pulling her to stand in front of me. I look up at my fiance's eyes and then slowly let my eyes drop down her body. I've seen her in a leotard soaked in sweat so the shape of her under her clothing is know to me but all the same...I feel a hunger to see her without that simple layer of cloth. I let my hands drift from her hips to around her back and then they drop down to cup her ass in each hand. Her eyes go wide then she giggles and wiggles her ass in my hands. I gently massage down off her ass to her thighs then back up running my hands under her sweater and onto her bare back. I just do touch the hooks of her bra then I let them drop back down. I see her swallow, then she catches the bottom of her sweater and pulls it over her head. Her long hair falls out the sweeter like a silky curtain. I notice I've stopped breathing and make myself take a slow breath in as her pale skin comes into view. The tight muscles that the decades of dance have given her ripple with her movement, then I'm looking not at her body but at her eyes. She starring into my face seeking my opinion of her. "You are so beautiful." I say grinning " And you're all mine. Are we sure it's not my birthday cause it looks to me like I'm the one getting the gift?" Her hand comes to my face. "This is the gift I wanted to give you on your birthday but was to nervous to give you. Want to finish unwrapping it yourself?" I know the look on my face must be a grin from hell But I can't contain the feelings of growing lust as my hands come up her back to her bra and I run my fingers under the strap. I stop though just after I unhook the first hook. Running my fingers down across her ribs I bring my hands together just under her navel and catch the hook of her pants. I love the look of started shock as I start undoing the buttons down the front of her pants one by one. I see her blush, then gasp slightly as my fingers brush the front of her panties on the last button. I look down between my leg to where she's standing on the rug. "Step out of your shoes." There is a shy smile to her face as she does it. Like she enjoyed being told to. Grinning I run my fingers down her waist till my thumbs touch he top of her panties. I let them follow the silky fabric around to her back and then I slide my hands back up to her bra. I undo a second hook. She grins wickedly at me when I again move my hands back down to her pants without undoing her bra. The sides of her pants slip with little effort over her slim hips. The slacks fall down her muscular thighs with my hands following across the warm skin. First one foot then the next slips out of them. As my hand come back up her legs the fingers go under the edge of her panties and now the bare cheeks of her ass fills my hands. As she gasps then smiles. I see a shy look cross her face then slowly her hips sway. A slight rocking side to side then she moves forward against me then back a half step. I watch the way her stomach flexes with an amazed smile that turns to a grin as I look up at her smiling face. Her ass flexes in my hands as she moves. "When did you pick up belly dancing? I know your father doesn't teach that." She blushes. "I ...I learned it watching an instructor online." She gives a shrug then a quirky smile. "I don't have the hips for it really." I tighten my hands on her ass making her gasp. "Says who? Oh my you are going to have to dance for me one night soon. I want the full outfit though. Bells and all." I bring one hand out from under her panties and let it drift up her back. I just brush her nearly open bra then caress my way back down her spine. "If I do that for you...what are you going to do for me? My lord a leaping." My hands catch her waist and stills her hips. I look up into her face, into those beautiful eyes. "Absolutely anything you can ask." The calm tone delivers to her the truth of what I've said. I see it hit her then that I'm hers to command. I see her blink away a tear then her hands are caressing my face. She leans down and pauses just before she would kiss me. Her words are a soft whisper that crosses the half-inch between us. "Make me a woman.... my wonderful man." As her lips come to mine my hand goes to her back and unhooks the last little barrier to her breasts. Her bra fall over her shoulder to become trapped against my chest as she moves forwards making me lay back on her bed. My little dancer swinger her legs over mine and I pull her up onto of me. Sandy sits up then and looks down at me. Her bra sifts out the way at a small movement of her arms. I've long known that her nipples were small but now I can see the dark pink color of them against her lighter skin. They rise and fall to her now panting breath as she brings her hands to my chest. Against the growing need in her a dozen buttons was never a defense. He delicate hands show strength then as with a ripping she sends them flying across her bedroom in every direction. Then she's back down onto me her lips a warm soft caress only equaled by the soft caress of her bare skin against mine. Her breasts are not large, her dancer's frame and mother's heritage keep that common attribute of beauty from developing but to me they are perfect. I kiss my way from her lips to her neck to her collar bone ash she moves herself forwards to bring me what I desire. My first taste of a woman's breast. How can I describe that? The soft warmth of her skin, the hard nub that brushes my lips, the sweet sound from her when I suck her nipple into my mouth. Then the feeling of it on my tongue. Slightly rough but silky smooth at the same time. The contradiction of that does not hinder me for a second as I move from first one nipple to another. She pulls my head to her as I suck at her breast feeding myself from her. "Oh my god that feels good. Oh I didn't... I didn't think it would feel like that." I hear her suck in a quick breath as I test the tenderness with a gentle pressure of my teeth. Sandy moves herself against me then. Her crotch rubbing against my pants grinding into the hard bulge she can not help but feel. I'm panting and so is she when she sits back up. My hands come to rest on her hips. I feel the thin cloth of her panties under my fingertips. "I think I'm ready now." She says in a whisper. Smiling I lower my eyes then bring them back up to her face. "No you're not." My fingers tighten in her panties and with a flex they rip on one side. I shift my hand to the other as he mouth opens wide and tear the other side the same way. Holding onto one end I slowly pull them through her legs letting the fabric slide across her with little tugs. When it comes completely free of her and she is naked on top of me She quickly moves a hand to cover her crotch. I smile. "Now you are." At her slightly shocked look I grin "I can never open a present without tearing the wrapping at least once." Shaking her head she give a nervous giggle then moves her hand out the way lets herself lay fully down on top of me. Her lips come down to mine, kiss me, then move back. "You are wearing far to many clothes." She brings a finger to my lips. I notice it then. The scent, The smell of her. Then as her finger touches my lips there is a wet slickness left behind. My tongue moves without thought, but if I had though I would have done just the same thing. A taste I've never known flows into my mouth then. I can't describe it and have no desire to. I know what it is though. It's the passion of the woman I love. And I want More! With a startled sound from her I turn us over so that I'm on top. I start to kiss her. First her lips then her neck. Down to one of her breast. I look very closely at her dark pink nipple slick from where I kissed and mouthed it before. Then I place a kiss upon it. I drift over to the other and kiss there, just so it won't get jealous. Sliding down I place kiss after kiss across her stomach till I feel her belly button under my mouth. Grinning I run my tongue around it then blow softly. She giggles. "Stop that! That tickles." She tells me softly. I look up across her to where she is looking down at me. "I'm going to kiss you down here. I'm going to kiss your pussy." She gives me a slight nod. I can see from her face that she wants me to but at the same time there is reluctance. Bringing my eyes down I slip even further down till my knees slide off the bed. I gently open her thighs a little. I look at her then. At her sex? At her pussy? No word seems to describe it well... to give it the beauty in description that I see before me. Sandy has trimmed herself till only a triangle of hair remains above. But it's soft blond curls beckon to me. Leaning forwards I brush them with my lips and bury my face into then. She is soft under them like a little pillow. I smile think that. I surely wouldn't mind resting my head on this pillow forever. I look down. She is glistening with a shiny wetness across her lips. I can smell now the taste that I want more of. Leaning I place a kiss upon her lips then lick my lips clean. A Ruined Life Ch. 02 "My god your sweet." I say in a whisper. "Really? You like it?" Leanings in I run my tongue across her lips and fill my mouth with this flavor. She arches up towards me a little. "Okay...that felt good." She says with a giggle. Her legs open a bit more as I lick her again then more still. I hear her moan as my tongue parts her lips. It's too much, I want more! I push her legs open wide and bury my face into the taste of her! "Oh Denis!" her hand comes to the top of my head and her fingers entangle in my hair. I feel her nails on my scalp. My tongue is in heaven and it's showing the rest of me the gateway to get thee. I lick and suck at her. Exploring where I've never been before. I feel like the kids from Charley and the Chocolate Factory. Running thought the candy garden tasting every thing, trying every flavor. As my tongue goes lower I feel it slip into her then it brushes against a small opening. I lick it to explore her. "Oh my god." She says in a breath whisper through the moans. I bring my mouth up away from the entrance and find what I know will give her pleasure. I've seen pictures but when my tongue find her clit it's still almost a surprise. I lick around it, smiling at the sound she makes then. It feels almost like the tip of my pinky. A small nub that my lips curl around as I lick in circles, then try to suck on it. My little dancer is now moaning continuously. Giving me just the encouragement I need to continue to explore. One place gives this sound, another that. I even get a squeak from her when I nibble just a bit on one of the thickening lips. That delicious flavor I sought out is everywhere now but that tiny opening has the most. I lick back to it and circle around. I feel like I'm licking the inside of one of the little plastic Easter eggs. Slick and smooth to my tongue it's wonderfully warm and gives when I push against her. I try to push my tongue deeper but feel her fingers tighten on my hair. 'That.... I won't say it hurt but it didn't feel as good as what you've been doing. A little hurt maybe." She says. I listen to her start to softly moan as I go back to doing what she's been enjoying. "How long are you going to do that for? " I look up at her and tilt my head. "Well... we have all night and I'm having fun. Why?" "Well I might cum." I smile. "I would love to hear you do that." "I ...I kind a..." She stops then and gives a shrug. "What?" I ask. My hand is softly caressing the thick blond curls. "I kind of wanted to have my fist orgasm with you be from you being inside Me." she tells me after a moment. "And you still have to many clothes on." Sliding out the bed I shrug my shoulders letting my shirt drop off. The button of my pants opens then the zipper slide down. I see her watching me as I let them fall open. I catch my heel with the toe of my other shoe and slip the shoe off, and then the second one follows the first to hide under her bed with the discarded teddy bears. As my pants drop to the floor she sits up on the bed and her hands come to mine stopping me. "I want to take these off." I nod and move my hands out the way. I grin when she catches the side in both hands and rips the seam. My cock is hard as a bar and the cool air of the room makes it twitch. Looking down into her face I see that her eyes are glued to it. She is breathing in deep heavy breath as she lifts her hand to me. The feeling of a woman's hand closing around me for the first time is something I will never forget. Her hands are so much smaller than mine that I look huge in her grip I like the effect and I promise myself to try to get to see it as often as I can. "You don't look this big in your tights." She slowly caresses me and I lean my head back and just enjoy the sensation. A soft feeling that takes my breath away make me open my eyes and look back down in wonder. Sandy...my sweet Sandy is licking the tip of my cock! "Oh my god that feels good." "It did?" she asks looking up at me. "I've seen videos of girls doing this but I don't really know what I'm doing." Her fingers tighten just behind the head and she opens her mouth. The warm wet feeling of her mouth as I disappear between her lips is more than I ever could have hoped to feel in this world. Then her tongue licks the tips and I feel suction on the end of me. "That feels incredible and just keeps getting better." She pulls back off me and looks up smiling. "I want to learn how to do this to you right. But not just now. I think I'm stalling. I'm going to lose my nerve if we don't just go ahead and do... It." her fingers leave me and she lies back on the bed. Her legs, long and trim, open with the agility of her dancer training to either side of me as I ease myself down on top of her. I use my arms to hold myself up off her as I settle in between her legs. Her hips and mine seem to meet like hand and glove, then I feel the head of me against her. There is a slick wet feeling caressing the end of me. "You will have to position me right I think." I tell her after a thrust makes no headway. She nods and reaches down between us. Her fingers find me and like wet lips she slides across the end of my cock. Then there is a short slip and I feel like I'm in a little pocket. I push forward and I see her wince. "Oww. Okay..." She draws in a deep breath. "You're there, I guess you just give a push and were not virgins anymore." I pause then, it a moment I know that even if I live to be a hundred I will never forget. She's looking up at my face and I can tell she feels the same way. I want to be gentle, I truly do but I'm also starting to feel a need growing in me. A need to push myself into her, to know that I have done this at least once. I ease my weight down and let it drive me forward against the ever-tightening tunnel. It's sudden. A tight grip then a slightly less tight grip then I'm slipping in to the most wonderfully warm wet feeling I've ever know. I open my eyes from the bliss to see her in less than wonder. Her teeth are clinched together and her bottom lips is bite white between them Her eyes open to find me looking at her lips part and a slightly ragged breath warms my face. "Okay...that hurt." "I'm sorry, Sandy. I tried to be gentle I really did." I go to ease myself back out but her long legs come around and catch my hip. She shakes her head. "Leave it in. I want to get use to the feeling." I hold myself steady. I've had to hold dace poses with a lot more strain than this one so I take my weight with one hand and bring my fingers around to brush her hair back out her face. "What a beautiful woman." I say to her with smile. She blinks then smiles up at me. Her fingers come up around me and pull me down on top of her. Her mouth is right by my ear. "My handsome man. Make love to me my handsome man." The first movement from me causes her to suck in a breath between her teeth; her fingernails dig into my back. Like it hurts but is not unpleasant at the same time, I wonder if that kind of what she's feeling from what I'm doing. The second thrust causes the same hiss of breath but is lees, the third time I pull further out before I push back in and I hear a breathy moan from her. "Faster." She says in my ear, a soft whisper of sound like silky feathers of air. Then her lips are at my neck soft kisses, little bites. I find myself settling into a soft rocking motion that she very quickly comes to match with upward thrusting. Oh so long waited for, so many years dreamed about and now a reality that I will never forget. To be inside a woman...no to be inside Sandy is all that I could ever wish for. I lift myself up off her a little and give harder thrusts into this sweet warmth. Into this sweet woman. Oh how she responds to me! My little dancer lifts her hip arching her back to drive herself up onto the length of me. I feel every inch as a separate pleasure. My eyes open to see her looking up at me. She licks her lips and smiles. "You look like you're having fun." she says with a grin. "Do I feel that good?" "This feels wonderful. How does it feel to you?" "It feels good. I'm hurting a bit every time we meet; kind of a sore feeling like something's bruised. But yea it feels good. You can cum in me. I told you I'm on the pill right?" I try to remember if she did or didn't, I can't make the memory come to me. I shake my head and grin. "I can't remember if you did or didn't" I feel her laughter along the side of me. "I'm trying to just...I don't know what I'm trying but I'm definitely trying something." She breaks out into deep laughter under me. I hope she doesn't stop It feel wonderful. "My god I've fucked you silly!" she says then. I laugh and sink back down. I place a soft kiss on her lips. My body continues to give small thrusts. "Sorry I think I've lost blood flow to higher brain function." She pulls me deeper with her hands on my hips. I feel every inch of me inside her. Her lips are drifting just against mine. "So your all but an animal?" Sandy thrusts up and I swear an inch I don't have goes into her. She gives a moan and does it again. "I think I like that idea. I like the idea of you being a bit primitive here." "Sandy I don't want to hurt...." Her fingers grip the back of my head pulling me into a fierce kiss. When our lips part her mouth goes to just by my ear. "Shut up and fuck me till I'm... just as primitive." Lifting up off her a little I look at her in wonder. My little dancer so perfect and poised, so sweet and innocent a face she gives to the world. I know I must be grinning like a fool. "What?" she asks her fingers come around to caress my face. "Just how you're acting." "It feels good and I want to feel more...please?" I need no further urging. Slowly stroke after stroke I start to get harder and harder with each thrust. I hear but don't focus on the almost whimpers under me. They are a background sound to the pleasure I'm feeling. Then lines of fire rake my back and sides! Her fingernails, cut close so as not to scratch while dancing, have been dug into my skin so hard she clawing deep scratches down my back. With every thrust into her she does it. I feel like a horse spurred to speed and in the same way I go faster. I become vaguely aware that she is screaming under me just as I arch my back up and a deep guttural cry tears it's way out my throat to take the last of my breath from me. As I sink panting down on top of her I realize she is crying under me. "Sandy?" She gives a half laugh, half moan then begins to run her hands across my back. The scratches are stinging from the sweat she rubs in but I can't say I care. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" "Yes to both but god that felt good. Are you still hard?" she moves herself on me and I notice then what she's talking about. I give a quick thrust then; the sensation is almost painful I'm so sensitive but at the same time the deep moan from her spurs me on. I drop back into the rhythm I've been trying to keep. "Oh you can do this to me all night if you want to, Denis." I stop and look down into her sweaty face. "How about forever?" She brings the hand with her ring up to my face caressing my cheek. I see her eyes shift to it, the metal is a hard warmth against the side of my face. "Forever won't be long enough but it's a good start." Holding my Sandy to me as I pump into her for the second in what I hope will be a lifetime of pleasurable moments I think back to everything. All the lessons, all the stupid classes I've taken, all the things that I thought took away from my life. I realize as I slip into her more gently, now truly making love to her that I'm the man I am because my life was ruined. Thank god it was! A Ruined Life Her hair takes on a golden glow from the light coming in through the window. I can smell a scent that I know is from her. A soft mixture of the 'Eternity' I gave her and the 'White Diamond' that she always wore. How I ended up wit my hands on her hips and my face pressed into her hair I don't know. It just happened. How I ended up kissing her? Well she turned around. My hands have been on her many times over the years. Lifting her. Holding her aloft, as I turn us in slow circles across a stage, or a dance floor. But never like this. Our lips gently caress one another then ever so slowly I begin to feel the tip of her tongue brushing my lips. She is warm up against me, soft in my arms. My fingers move from her hips up the small of her back. I can feel the lithe muscles move under my fingertips as she lifts herself closer to my lips. I stop. I realize it at that moment. I'm looking a bit down at her. "What?" she asks looking at my face. "When did I get taller than you?" She smiles at me. "You haven't noticed that? In the last two months or so. Why thinking of going out for football now that you're getting taller?" she tilts her head and I see the ghost of a smile. "Wanting to go out back and play with your family?" I hear a loud scramble and all kinds of yelling from outside and for a second I do wish I was out there. Then I look into those deep green eyes that have held a thousand memories that only now I can see. "I wouldn't leave your arm's to go out there and play. Not for anything in the world." I tell her looking at her beautiful face. "That proves you're smarter than your Dad and brothers ever thought of being.' I hear my mom say from behind me. Turning I see her standing at the door to my room. I start to let go of Sandy then stop. If anything I pull her in tighter. "Did you give him the news?" she asks Sandy. "No, ma'am, I was waiting till he got finished kissing Me." she answers back smiling. My mom grins. "If you do that he'll never hear." Unable to believe I 'm seeing her do it I watch my Mom reach in and turn the lock on my bedroom door. Just as she's about to close the door she gives me a smile. "Not to loud you two, there's family too young to know better here. Now go back to kissing the girl." My bedroom door closes with a click. I stand there stunned. I can not believe what my Mom just did. I feel Sandy's fingers on my jaw and I let her turn be back to face her. "News or kissing? Which you want first?" she asks me grinning. I smile. Okay call it what it is. A shit eating grin. "Kisses of course." She gives me a short one then pulls away. "Dad called in a talent scout he knows. We will be doing the Winter show in front of a man scouting for a Broadway play this spring." She closes my jaw with her fingers. Then gives me a kiss again. I feel her lips join mine in a smile. After a few minutes she slowly pulls away. I see her eyes go to the locked door. "That was kind of your mom giving us permission to do what ever we want wasn't it?" she asks me with a nervous look. I nod. "That was how I took it." She nods. She looks down at my chest. "I'm... a virgin," she says softly. When her eyes look back up at mine I give her a gentle smile. 'Part of me wants to ...do it...but I'm scared." I pull Sandy to me. Holding her tight to my chest. I feel the soft bumps of her breast against me as I lean in to beside her ear. "So am I. I've never done it either." Her face is alive with surprise. "Really? But you're like the most eligible senior." "What?" "Oh god I wasn't suppose to let you know that. The year book staff was working on the layout, you were voted the most eligible." "Me?' I ask shocked. "Why not? Your hansom, you can dance, sing, half the school thinks you're the best piano player they have ever heard. All the girls say your more charming than anyone they know. You can hold a conversation with any of them. Hell most of their boyfriends can't stand you. All they can talk about is cars, sports and cars. What perfume am I wearing?" I pause a second started by the question. "The 'Eternity' I gave you and 'White Diamond." I tell her after a moment "Who made 'White Diamond'?" She asks me quickly "Elisabeth Taylor." "And 'Eternity'?" she leans in to me a bit more. The hint of musk near her neck sends shiver through me. "Calvin Klein." She looks at me and nods. "A woman is having her hair dyed and highlighted. Her hair is pulled through?" "A cap." "And the foil is for?" she asks. "It creates heat. Makes the dye set better." "How does it do that?" "It opens up the cuticle." She smiles at me. "Denis you know more about women than some women. Let me clue you in...we love that about a man. It means you're the type who will pay attention to us." She caresses her fingers across my chest. The nails go between the buttons to the bare skin. "We are all creatures that crave attention. It's like air and candy for us." I think about what she's telling me. When I look up I'm still skeptical. "Oh good lord. You took my sister to the prom when you were a Junior. Do you know how many boys had asked her? Almost every senior, including your brother Mark. She turned them all down. Why? She said they were too 'immature'" I smile as Sandy mimics her sister perfectly. "So who did she take? A man a year younger than herself. I heard from every girl at school the next day how you were the lord of the dance floor all night. You made the other guys look like fumble footed idiots! Maria... said you were one of the best she had ever danced with!" "If all these boy friends don't like me then why haven't some of them come said something to me? If all these girls think I'm so 'eligible' why haven't I been asked out in the four years I've been at school?" She smiles. "You dropped three football players in a hand full of seconds without breaking a sweat or breathing hard. They are scared to death of you. Same for the girls. You intimidate them. They feel you're just so perfect they couldn't ask you out." "Me?" "Yes you." She grins and leans in and gives me a long kiss. She licks her lips like she's savoring the taste of me as we part. "I'm just lucky enough to know you, or I would be the same way." "You? You're beautiful. You could have any boy in the whole school." I look from her green eyes to those sweet lips. I'm now craving more kisses from her. "I'm a skinny mini with tiny tits." She quirks a smile, shakes her chest a bit. Her breasts don't really move. "I spend ninety percent of my life on a dance floor and probably always will. That's not what most guys are looking for." "Then most guys are fools." I pull Sandy to me and our lips meet again, like old friends. I feel her undoing the buttons of my shirt her hands slip around my ribs when she undoes the last one. Hesitantly I slide my hand under the back of her shirt, feeling the warm heat of her skin. There is a loud shout from outside that distracts us. I look down into her eyes as it gets quiet. "Denis...I want to be your first. I want you to be mine. But not here...please?" I nod and smile. "We don't need a cheering section." She shakes her head. "No we don't." I hold her to my naked chest. "Where then?" I ask after several minutes. She slowly brings her eyes up to my face. "My Mom and Dad are going to New York to visit relative this Christmas. I told them I didn't want to go. I'll have the house to myself for the whole weekend." "I would like that. We can go out for your birthday, then open Christmas presents together. The I can unwrap you." I grin. She blushes. "You're all I want for my eighteenth birthday." She tells me softly. "Well that's to bad I already bought you something." She laughs and kisses me again. I start to button myself back up. "Come on lets go get some of my birthday cake. Before they eat it all." I tell her taking her hand. "Or use it as a foot ball." She says nodding. Laughing I unlock the door.