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Dance With Me

By: ~calypso~



"What do you mean you never get to dance?" he asked from across the booth.

"I just don't," she answered. "You don't get out much when you have a kid; you know that."

"Oh, well this is gonna have to stop here and now. I'll be right back." He grinned and slipped out of the bench, got a bunch of singles from the bartender, and studied the silent jukebox. It was a Friday afternoon, so there wasn't much action in the place. He started feeding money to the machine and punching in selections, then walked back to her across the small dance floor with his hand held out.

"C'mon, dance with me. I know you like these," he said as the opening riffs of "Mustang Sally" played, shaking his hips to the hard drumbeat and grinning. She laughed and held out her hand, letting him pull her up and onto the dance floor, letting him pull her close and slide his hand around her back, letting him lead her in a bump-and-grind, circling, both of them singing along and ignoring the bartender staring at them. 

She made the mistake of thinking they were done, but he shook a finger "No" at her as he told her, "I played the whole thing, the whole soundtrack. Don't ever let it be said that I let a lady go without dancing."

He reached out for her again, as "Take me to the River" hit the first chorus, and took just her hand, danced around her, and she joined him, dancing harder, feeling the horn section louder and louder, watching him move, loving how it felt to get loose again, to just go with the rhythm, to work through the music, to let it fill her head and her body.

Before she realized it, the song had changed, he was grabbing her other hand, standing so close but not touching her, singing "Ch ch chain of fools..." and she matched the way he was swaying side to side, taking advantage of the back-up singers' voices. The stared into each other's eyes, smiling and singing to each other, mimicking each others' moves, laughing. When it was over, they stood back and applauded each other.

The Dark End of the Street, he mouthed to her as the next song came on, dropping his hands to his sides, tilting his head and asking her questions, so many questions with his eyes. A wistful smile came to her lips, a look of regret in her eyes as she stared back at him. "Come here, sugar," she said, pulling him close, and moving with the song, slow, so slow, so passionate but somehow mournful and their arms around each other, her face turned to his, their eyes locked and their bodies so close they couldn't get any closer, each feeling the other's heart-beat, the other's longing, the other's acceptance of what they would never have, what they could never share, never be.

"You and me at the dark end of the street, you and me... I know time is going to take it's toll, we have to pay for all the love we stole. It's a sin, and we know it's wrong, but our love is coming on strong. Steal away to the dark end of the street..." She sang it to him as he danced her around the floor, his eyes telling her everything, his lips aching as he watched her mouth wrap around the words they'd never live.

"If we should meet, just walk on by. Oh darling, please don't cry. Tonight we'll meet at the dark end of the street, you and me," the song ended, but they didn't let go, they didn't move. 

"Destination Anywhere" was half-way through playing when he pulled his face to hers and they both sighed. "I know," he whispered. "You're sure about this, aren't you?"

She couldn't answer at first, torn, knowing they were doing the right thing, trying to forget everything she imagined. She felt his chest rise and fall over and again and tried to imprint it in her memory. "Dance with me," was all she could say, a catch in her voice.

"Whatever you want," he said, pulling back and smiling, tapping the funky percussion beat out on her back as "I Can't Stand the Rain" began, breaking into a grin as she started to rock her hips into his in time with the guitar. She grinned back and they laughed, and he lived up to his word and danced her through the afternoon, through the regret, through the longing.

Dance with Me



Last Saturday night, Pamela and I went to the "Electric Dream Café", an underground club at a secret location in town. It's an "almost anything goes" sort of club, and often there are live bands, BDSM demonstrations, and even a live sex show on occasion. That night, however, was a simple "meet & greet" dance, with a "sheer & see-through" clothing theme.

We hadn't been to the club in weeks, and we were due for a night out. Pamela was dressed to the nines, in black high-heeled boots, stockings and garters, and a sheer silk shirt over a tiny pair of white lacy panties and matching bra. She wore her long straight blonde hair loose, and she looked hot! We met up with a couple we know from the club, Margie and Dirk. After exchanging hugs, kisses and a groping hand or two, they introduced us to their friends.

They had brought along two couples, John and Vikki, and Bill and Zoë, and a trio, Ben, Tiffany, and Sophia. I greeted the gentlemen with firm handshakes and the ladies with gentle kisses to their hands. Jules was there, too. She's a good friend of ours, who sometimes shares our bed, and we greeted her with enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and gropes. Jules was decked out in a black bustier which showed off her amble bosom nicely, and fishnet stockings, with a long lacy-black open shirt trailing behind her.

We had great fun talking and laughing together, and I took Pamela and Jules out on the dance floor each in turn, for some quality grope time, and I was in a constant state of arousal, pressing my body up against these beautiful women. The music was a bit too loud, but we managed to carry on conversation when we were not dancing.

During sit-out times, while we talked to Dirk and Margie, and made plans with Jules for future get-togethers, my eye kept wandering over to Zoë. She was not dressed to theme, exactly. She wasn't really even dressed sexy (which is okay; neither is a requirement to get into the club), wearing black slacks and a simple loose-fitting button-up shirt. It was her face that drew my eyes to her. Very pretty, she was, with long dark-brown hair, pulled back off of her beautiful face. She had a lovely shy smile, and sparkling eyes. On impulse, I approached her, greeting her husband, and asked her if she wanted to dance. Showing her beautiful smile again, she said yes, and I lead her out onto the floor.

Making small-talk as we swayed to the slow sensual music, we held each other close. Zoë was (I guessed correctly) five foot ten, and she fit nicely in my arms. I kissed her on the neck, and wrapping my arms tightly around her, I told her what a beautiful woman she was. She thanked me, and complimented me on my "gorgeous blue eyes". Taking a chance, I kissed her again on the cheek, and made my way slowly to her sweet lips. She kissed me back, deeply, and encouraged, I let my hands explore her back, brushing the top of her luscious round buttocks, and up her sides, where I lightly brushed her lovely round breasts. The song ended much too soon for my taste, and with one final kiss, we went back to our seats.

Sitting back with an ice cold cola, I talked to Margie and Dirk, and watched as Pamela and Jules danced slow and close, kissing each other deeply. I was looking forward to the next time the three of us got together in private, and I fantasized about watching them each go down on the other, and on me.

I was left alone with my wonderfully filthy thoughts, as Dirk and Margie hit the dance floor, and Zoë got up and headed for the washroom. Bill was dancing with Vikki, and Ben Tiffany and Sophia were having a rhythmic cuddle in a far corner of the dance-floor, and John was chatting up a lovely young lady at the bar. Thoroughly relaxed, I enjoyed watching the randy crowd dancing and groping, but my eyes were torn away from the dance floor, when Zoë reemerged from the washroom. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a frilly black lace see-through teddy, and matching panties. Oh, she was lovely.

Meeting her halfway, I again asked her to dance. She smiled her lovely shy smile, and lead me to the floor. We slipped easily into each other's arms, as another sensuous dance tune began, and danced slowly together. We talked a little about mundane things (what each of us did for a living, and "how do you like the club? Oh, this is only your second visit?" that sort of thing), through most of one song, before letting our hands move tantalizingly over each other's bodies. Kissing me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth, she allowed me to squeeze her round fleshy buttocks, and slip my hands under her top, where I felt the bare flesh of her massive tits, and squeezed her hardening nipples. Our hips were pressed tightly together, and I began to realize that her height put our genitals at almost equal level. We dry-fucked right there on the dance floor, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Slipping my hand into her panties, I rubbed her lovely buttocks, while pressing my rock-hard dick into her crotch. Moving my hand around between our bodies, I slid my fingers alongside her very wet pussy lips, causing her to moan in my ear. I gently massaged her clit for only a few minutes, when the music stopped.

We had danced through three songs, but now there was a long silent gap, and the dance-floor was clearing. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from her panties, and thanked her for the dance with a kiss. Both of our knees wobbling, we made our way back to our respective partners for a rest.

I bought a round of soft drinks for Jules and Pamela and myself, and we kissed an cuddled in the corner. The DJ finally got the music sorted, and encouraged people, over the mike, to grab a partner, and do a strip-tease for them. Jules grabbed my hand, and dragged me, protesting mildly, to a chair, where she sat, and told me to dance for her. I almost didn't do it. Not being the best dancer in the world (but far from the worst in the club), I felt kind of silly and conspicuous. But what the Hell? Jules wanted me to dance for her, so dance for her I did. Swaying gently to the music, I removed my belt, and unbuttoned my shirt, so she could rub my chest and tweak my nipples. Bending slightly, I rubbed my hard cock into her crotch, and gave her a slow sensuous dry fuck. I couldn't last long in this position (very hard on the thighs), and only danced one song for her, but she thanked me just the same, with a long deep tongue-kiss, and a gentle squeeze to my balls.

My cock was harder than ever, and I was really looking forward to getting Pamela alone, where I could do all sorts of naughty perverted things to her lovely nude body. But I still had unfinished business with Zoë.

Nodding hello to Bill again, I approached Zoë, and extended my hand, asking her "would you care to dance?"

I noticed some hesitation before she smiled and took my hand, and we made our way through the half-naked crowd to the dance floor once again. She slipped her arms around me, and we started dancing. Her hesitation earlier bothered me a bit, and I felt perhaps I might have overstepped my bounds during our last dance. "Zoë," I began, "if I was a bit too forward, earlier, I apologize. Perhaps I should have said this before, but at this club 'no' means 'no', and I would not be insulted if you said it to me."

"Oh, don't worry about that," she said, smiling. "It felt wonderful. I'm just concerned about leading you on. Bill's still a bit overwhelmed by this club, and I don't want to give the idea that I'll be going home with anyone. If you want to dance, and feel me up, that's great. It's a lot of fun, but that will probably be it, for now."

I smiled. "I have no expectations of you, Zoë."

We agreed that nothing had to happen, and I for one did not want to make Bill (or anyone else for that matter) uncomfortable. We talked, however, about some fun things that two couples could do without ever swapping partners.

"For instance," I said, kissing her neck, and nibbling on her ear, "just fucking while another couple is fucking in the same room can be quite intense."

"Mmmm," she agreed, kissing me full on the mouth. We held each other close, and I was reminded again of the proximity of her pussy to my hard cock. She ground her hips against my manhood, and kissed me more passionately. My hands began roaming again, and I felt up her lovely large tits, and squeezed her nipples roughly. She winced, and when I expressed concern that I might be too rough, she assured me that she'd let me know. I gave her nipple a little twist, and rubbed her ass through her panties.

Moving my hands to her panty-clad pussy, I felt the material, and noticed that it was quite wet. My fingers were glistening with her love-honey when I brought them to her lips. She licked my fingers provocatively, like she was sucking cock. Slipping my hand into her panties, I felt her womanflesh again, and a tiny whimper escaped her lips.

Gently massaging her clit, I kissed her deeply and wetly, our tongues dancing to the same rhythm as we were. She broke the kiss to whisper, "press harder!" I did just what she asked, rubbing her clit firmly with my middle finger, and she moaned loudly in my ear.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked her, while trying to do just that.

She nodded, and moaned, "but you'll have to hold onto me tight -- Ooo!" Holding her close, I slipped a finger deep into her pussy, rubbing hard on her clit with my thumb. Her moans got louder, and her grip around my shoulders got tighter as I brought her closer and closer to her climax.

Moving one hand to my slacks, Zoë unzipped my fly, and reached into my boxer shorts, grabbing my very hard cock in her soft hand. She stroked it lightly, sending waves of sensation throughout my body, and her moans, as I stimulated her clit, were louder than the music. In the midst of the pressing crowd, we masturbated each other, and I did my best to keep her on her feet, as her knees wobbled.

Gripping my cock tightly, Zoë's body trembled as she got closer and closer to ecstasy, and I continued to finger her wet snatch. She completely gave up on the idea of standing on her own two feet, wrapping her arms around my neck, and using me for support, as she began wailing and crying out. Her sexy voice resounding in my ear, she pushed her hips against me, impaling herself on my finger, while I drew circles around her clit with my thumb, and then she came! Her love juices flowed freely from her hot cunt as she shuddered to a delicious climax. I brought my fingers up to her lips once again, and she licked her sweet nectar off of them, sucking my fingers sexily.

I held her in my arms and swayed until the end of the song, as she regained the use of her legs. She thanked me for the dance with a loving kiss.

"Oh," she said as I zipped up my pants, "you didn't get to finish."

"That's okay," I said kissing her again, "I don't particularly want a big wet spot on my pants."

"I'll make sure he doesn't go to sleep unsatisfied," said Pamela wrapping her arms around the two of us. "That was quite a sexy show you two put on," she smiled.

I kissed her gently, and put my arms around both ladies, and we had a nice slow dance together, before we said our good-byes, expressing hope that we'd see each other again.

And Pamela's word was as good as gold. That night, when we got back to my apartment, Pamela and I did all sorts of naughty perverted things to each other's nude bodies. But that's a whole other tale.



Dance With Me



I stood there watching you dance with your friends so sexual, and seductive. I see you are looking back at me with those beautiful eyes. Your facial expression is saying to go dance with you. 

I go to the bar and get us a beer, and walked on the dance floor so sleek and stylish. I came up behind you and put my arms around your hips waiting for you to take your drink, and started grinding up against you. You took your drink and I placed my hand on your hip and pulled you closer. You grind up against my crotch so close to my clit it makes me jump. 

You turn and face me now, our legs in between each others. Grinding each other's leg, I can tell by your smile that you're getting pleasure out of this. I grab your ass and make you grind my leg harder back and forth; our movements are in sync to the point of orgasm. I stopped and leaned to your ear gave it a little lick and said 'do you want to go to the bathroom to finish up?'

You look at me with a smile and took my hand and led me off the dance floor. I was going towards the bathrooms when you hauled me to the doors to leave. 

We get outside and you look at me and say, "My place is more private" I grinned and followed you to a cab. The whole cab ride we didn't speak one word but look into each other's eyes and know exactly what one another wanted. 

The ride to your place didn't seem to take long, I paid the cabby and left a really good tip, as I later realized I gave him a $20 instead of a $10 and told him to keep the change. I was a little distracted by your beauty.

You took my hand and lead me up the stairs to your place and struggled with the keys as you were rushing. Finally you got the door open and we were in your living room, you shut the door and jumped in my arms and started kissing me with so much force, so horny, so hot! 

I find my way to the couch and let you down easy and stopped kissing you. I looked into your eyes and said "Gawd your beautiful!" as I brushed the back of my hand along your cheek bone, you smiled and kissed me so soft and passionately, our tongues massages one another's. I placed my hand on the centre of your back and undid your bra though your shirt.

I started to pull up your shirt and bra exposing your amazing breasts. My face lit up and I went to kiss them... you let out a little moan and said 'Please... lick my nipples!'

I did as you asked and took your nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue and nibbled a little bit to torture you. 

I sucked and licked your nipples like you were going to cum at any minute. I ran my hand all along your body down to your underwear, but you weren't wearing any. I undid your pants and slowly and softly slid my finger on your swollen clit and rubbed it very lightly. 

You arched back and let out a big moan looked at me and said, "FINALLY! I've been wanting for you to touch my clit and wet pussy. Please don't stop....Mmmmmm" I smiled and kissed your lips softly which turned into an aggressive kiss which made you buck your hips for me to put my finger in you. 

I slid my finger in your very wet pussy and thrusted in and out...in and out... in and out... and placed my thumb on your clit so when you were moving you would get double sensation. "GAWD IM GONNA CUM!!!" you yelled as I gave one last thrust and felt your juices flow all over my fingers.

"Oh what a mess I made!" you said as you were about to get a towel. 

"Oh no you don't, I'm not done. I'm just getting to the best part." I said as I threw you back on the couch in a sitting position. I kneeled on the floor in between your legs and started licking up your juices. 

I flicked your clit with my nice warm tongue, and you flinched. I sucked your clit into my mouth and played with it with my tongue and formed circles as your moaning in pleasure. I released your clit and started forming circles again around and over your clit.

"Ooooooo I'm going to cum again!!!" you said as you arched back and grabbed my shoulders with your nails and screamed "DON'T STOP!" in ecstasy. 

I felt your juices flow all over my tongue and chin; I tried to swallow as much up as I could while flicking your clit. "That... that was amazing! Thank you!" you said as you collapsed on the couch and pulled me up to kiss you.

"You're welcome. You like that?" I said as I kissed your forehead. "Oh yah, you don't even know how much!"

"Really? So you up for round 3?" I said with a smirk.

"Mmmmmhhhmmmmmm" You said as you flipped me on my back and started kissing me...

To Be Continued...



Dance with Me



I still remember the exact moment that I fell in love with Owen. It wasn't a gradual realisation or a slow slide into something new. It hit me hard and stayed with me, making the time I spent in his presence a combination of torturous and comforting from then onward. 

I'd been waiting for my turn to give a speech at his younger sister's eighteenth birthday party, and although we'd never spoken about it he somehow knew the idea of being the centre of attention terrified me. While his dad took the floor and entertained the crowd with stories from Sarah's past, Owen reached for my hand and slid his fingers between mine, apparently unconcerned with the fact that his girlfriend stood right there beside him. 

His thumb stroked mine in a reassuring caress but his attention remained on his father and he never once looked my way. The simplicity of his touch, the matter-of-fact way he offered comfort as if it took no thought at all, pushed what had once been a crush into something so much more. 

Now, four years later, here we were at Sarah's wedding, with him newly single and me perpetually that way because no one could ever measure up to him—and being the maid of honour meant I had speech duties to perform once again. 

I'd gone outside to get some air and gather my thoughts but my legs kept trembling as I paced the edge of the parking lot. The muted sound of a drumbeat came from inside the reception centre and wind rustled through the trees. Moonlight peeked between the clouds, reflecting off the shallow puddles left on the asphalt after the rain. 

A couple of guests were huddled against the wall with cigarette smoke curling between them, their figures briefly illuminated by a pair of headlights as a car swung out of the lot. 

Dressed in a strapless navy evening gown with my brown hair falling in waves over my shoulders, I'd been feeling poised and in control earlier in the evening, but as the guests settled in for the night and the formalities began, my hard-earned confidence deserted me. 

My fingers twisted together and I dragged in air, letting it out slowly in the hope that it might help to calm my racing heart.

I heard the main door open behind me and turned to see Owen stepping out into the night. My breath caught every time I set eyes on him, but tonight with his dark suit and equally dark hair, I struggled to draw breath at all. 

He flashed me a smile as he passed by a glowing wall sconce. He'd been given the role of groomsman for the wedding, and even though we weren't partnered up it still meant I'd spent most of my day with him. I would have thanked Sarah for making that happen if I'd ever built the courage to tell her about my feelings for him in the first place. 

"Hiding out, Lucy?" he asked as he came to stop before me.

"Yep." I watched as the other two guests walked by on their way back into the building. "Just doing the usual; freaking out over the idea of people looking at me."

"I hate to break it to you but people have been looking at you all day."

My attention shifted back to him. I frowned as I lifted my hand to make sure the jewelled comb was still in place in my hair. 

"Not because there's anything wrong," he said. His brown eyes filled with humour as he gave me a quick once over. "It's because everything's right." 

"Oh." In that moment I couldn't focus on anything other than the steady thump, thump of my heart so it took a while for his words to register. I made myself maintain eye contact with him even though it was more natural for me to glance away. He'd never commented on my appearance before; the rush of pleasure it triggered inside me made my cheeks grow hot. "Thanks."

He smiled. "So what's your plan of attack?"

"I'm not sure yet." I rubbed the chill from my arms and smiled back at him, hoping it might be convincing. "I'll be okay."

He raised his brows. "You don't look okay."

"I keep telling myself it's only five minutes." I stared at the ground, noticing that the music had stopped inside, only to be replaced by the muffled sound of the MC's voice. He'd be directing the guests to their seats right about now so it wouldn't be long before they needed me. "I used to feel anxious over almost everything when I was younger," I said, looking up to meet Owen's eyes again. "This is the only thing that still gets to me but I can't seem to shake it no matter how hard I try."

He contemplated me for a few moments while I tried my best not to squirm under his steady appraisal. The appearance of the dimple in his left cheek and the sparkle of amusement in his eyes told me I wasn't fooling anyone. "I'm proud of you, you know," he finally said.

I doubted he had any idea what those words did to me, especially coming from him. A feeling of tenderness built in my chest, spreading throughout my body. "Why's that?" I asked.

"Even though speaking in front of people scares you, you do it anyway because you love my sister."

I tucked a tendril of hair behind my ear and considered his comment. "I guess I just didn't think about saying no."

His hand touched my elbow and slid slowly down to my forearm, his touch leaving shivers in its wake. "That's one of the things I love about you," he said. "And why I came out here to help you." 

Love about me? It felt like my heart had made a sudden leap into my throat and I struggled to stay focused on the conversation. "How are you going to help me?" I asked. 

Mesmerised, I watched as he lifted my hand. 

"Let me show you," he said.

I'd never heard huskiness roughen his voice before now. My eyes rose to meet his; the way his attention never wavered from me made my stomach churn. "What's next?" I asked. My words were so soft I wondered if he could even hear them. "Does it involve picturing people naked?"

"Hmm... No." Owen smiled and encouraged my fingers to straighten. Our gazes remained locked as he placed our palms together. His skin felt so warm and comforting that I sighed before I could stop myself. The corner of his mouth lifted then his fingers slid through mine just as they had four years ago, only this time we were facing each other and there was no mistaking the affection in his eyes. "Remember?" he asked.

I nodded. The fact that he remembered left me feeling overwhelmed and unable to speak. His fingers curled over my hand, his thumb rubbing the sensitive skin on the side of my palm. We stood watching each other while I tried to focus on my breathing and he took everything in as if he'd never set eyes on me before. The expression on his face made me hope for things I'd always considered out of my reach. 

My tongue slipped out to moisten my lower lip. His attention dropped to my mouth for a fraction of a second before his eyes flicked back to meet mine. "When you get nervous up there," he said, "just look at me." 

"Okay." The word came out sounding like a sigh.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, leaving his lips there just long enough to get my pulse racing. "Look at me and feel me holding your hand, Luce." 

I wouldn't have believed anyone if they'd told me I could fall even more in love with Owen, but as I stood there with his calmness and strength surrounding me, I realised it was true.

* * * *

If the tears in Sarah's eyes and the thumbs-up sign from her dad weren't enough to let me know my speech had been a success, the cheers and applause I received afterward achieved that goal. I remained standing in front of the seated crowd, my heart pounding with relief as I raised my glass to toast the happy couple. 

Floral centrepieces and crisp white linen decorated the tables filling one half of the room, with a parquet dance floor and a bench laden with gifts taking up the remaining half. Owen had been given a place at the bridal table with me but he was seated at the other end with his fellow groomsmen. 

He'd fixed his attention on me throughout the entire speech, keeping me well aware of him even when I wasn't looking his way. I'd glanced across at him every time I felt my nerves get the better of me, discovering he had a calming influence that helped me get through without embarrassing myself too much.

Now the formalities were over the MC invited the guests to take to the dance floor. At the sound of animated voices and shuffled movements, my shoulders relaxed and I felt like I could breathe again. I set my glass on the table and turned to Sarah, waiting while she pushed her chair back and stood beside me. 

She smiled and drew me into her arms, surrounding me with her blonde curls and floral perfume. "Thanks, Luce," she said. "I know that wasn't easy but it meant so much to me."

"It's okay." I smiled against her hair. "I found a way to handle the nerves this time around, so it wasn't too bad." 

"I noticed you had some help." She gave me a squeeze and pulled away to send a pointed look over her shoulder. I followed her gaze, my stomach performing a little flip when I saw Owen heading our way. "When are you going to tell him?" she asked, returning her attention to me.

I struggled to keep my surprise hidden. "Tell him?"

Sarah opened her mouth to speak but she stopped and turned around, distracted when her husband called her name. She gave Michael a wave then pointed to the dance floor, giving the impression they'd meet there as soon as she finished talking to me. She faced me again and smiled. "Come on. It's impossible not to notice the way you look at him."

I frowned as Owen joined us, overcome by the frantic racing of my pulse. "I don't know what to say."

"It doesn't matter. Just say something. To him," she added, clasping my shoulders and planted a loud kiss on my cheek. "I have to go but I'll talk to you later." Sarah punched Owen lightly on the arm then lifted her brows and sent me the look she always gave me whenever she meant business. "Do it, Lucy," she said before hurrying away.

"What was that about?" Owen asked.

I shook my head, unsure what to say to him. "Relationship advice, I think." 

He blew out a laughing breath. "Typical. She gets married then suddenly becomes an expert on happiness—wait," he said as his humour disappeared. "You're in a relationship?"

I still managed to smile despite the awkwardness of the situation. "You don't have to sound so surprised."

"I'm not. I'm just... I thought you were single."

"I am." I couldn't be sure if I was just seeing what I wanted to see, but he appeared to visibly relax when I confirmed my relationship status. "I'm not with anyone. There's just someone I'm interested in. Sarah was pushing me to do something about it." 

"So, when are you going to tell the lucky guy?"

I gave him a half smile and redirected my attention to my shoes. "I'm not sure. Up until now I'd just planned on admiring him from a distance for the rest of my life."

The sound of Owen's choked laughter made me glance up again. "Is he here tonight?" he asked.

I stared straight at him, wishing there was a way to calm my pounding heart. "Yeah."

"Why don't you practise on me?" he said. "Pretend I'm him so you won't feel as nervous when you let the actual guy know."

"I don't... I don't think that would help." Reluctant laughter bubbled up inside me. I almost had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep it inside. 

His eyes sparkled as he watched me. "Try it and see."

I wondered if he somehow knew what was going on. If Sarah had managed to pick up on it even in the midst of all her wedding celebrations then it must have been obvious. Maybe it would be a relief to get it out in the open. I could look him in the eye and tell him exactly how I felt without the pressure of him knowing I was actually talking about him. 

He studied me and waited, not saying a thing, his patience helping to ease the tension inside me. My gaze swept over the room, checking to make sure everyone was otherwise occupied. Most of the guests had moved onto the dance floor while a few others remained at their tables involved in conversations. 

I loosened my clenched fingers at my sides and returned my attention to Owen, deciding to just go for it before I could find reasons for why it was a bad idea. "All right, are you ready?"

The beginnings of a smile twitched at his mouth. "Hit me with it."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling in return even though my stomach churned. "I started having feelings for you years ago," I said, "back when I was nearly seventeen. You were older than me and I was too shy to tell you. I assumed you wouldn't see me in the same way so I just kept it to myself and hoped it would go away. I guess a part of me still wished you'd notice me as well, even though I probably wouldn't have known what to do if you did."

"And?"

"I don't know how to explain it. It's kind of pathetic because I saw you with your previous girlfriends and noticed how affectionate you were with them. The fact that you never really touched me should have told me all I needed to know about how you saw me..." I let out a breath and forced myself to keep looking at him. "But despite all of that, I still want you... and I can't stop." 

We stared at each other, the connection between us so strong that every sound in the room faded until all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears. His gaze dropped to my lips, then wandered down my body. When his eyes finally rose to meet mine again the expression on his face was impossible to read. "You're not talking about some other guy."

He sounded so sure of himself it made me even more confident that he'd known all along. My eyes closed and I shook my head in answer, wondering how he planned to deal with this now. I'd just put him on the spot at his sister's wedding reception. He couldn't even leave if he wanted to get out of here. 

The tips of his fingers brushed mine and he grabbed hold of my hand. "Dance with me," he said.

When I heard the affection in his voice my eyes opened and relief flooded me. His thumb brushed mine and he turned to lead me toward the dance floor. We stepped out into the middle, one of his arms wrapping around my waist and his other hand clasping mine to pull me close. 

We moved together in silence, soaking up the sights and sounds, until it reached the point where I couldn't hold my curiosity inside any longer. My cheeks were still hot after my confession and I struggled to meet his eyes. "You knew I was talking about you all along but you let me go ahead and tell you those things anyway." 

His hand moved to my lower back, his fingers flexing against my spine. "I didn't know it would turn out like that, I swear. I had a feeling you were interested in me but I was just trying to tease it out of you. You almost threw me at the start of the conversation... then you blew me away with the rest of it."

"This is so awkward now. I wouldn't have dumped all of that on you if I'd known what was going on. I'm sorry." 

He pressed a kiss against my hair. "Don't be sorry. I'm still getting used to the idea but right now I'm almost more attracted to you than I can stand."

"Oh." Tingling warmth rushed through me and my skin prickled with the pleasure of it all. "Wow." 

"Yeah," he said. "Wow." 

He turned with me and I caught Sarah's smile from the other side of the dance floor as my position changed. I wondered how long he'd felt this way. I guessed his view of me might have altered during the lead up to the wedding when we'd be spending so much time together. 

He lowered me into a dip that drew a smile from me then spun me around until I gave in and laughed. My embarrassment eased a little and we danced for several songs, sometimes talking, sometimes just holding each other close. The more time that went on the more relaxed I felt around him and I eventually stopped feeling so stupid over what I'd said.

When the current song ended, he pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking down at me as we stood by the edge of the dance floor. 

Some of guests walked by, heading back to their seats to take a break. The MC announced the cake-cutting ceremony would begin soon. Amidst the activity Owen touched his mouth to the edge of my lower lip, making an "mmm" sound that rumbled in his chest. I let out a tortured whimper and felt him smile against my skin. "Will you come back to my place after this?" he asked. "We'll hang out for a while, just the two of us." 

Although I'd been to his apartment many times over the years, I'd always accompanied Sarah. Owen and I had never really spent any alone time together before tonight. I didn't know what his intentions were but I wanted to be there with him regardless. The sudden shift in our relationship had left my head spinning but through all the confusion I still knew exactly what I wanted. 

I looked up at him and smiled. "I'd like that."

* * * *

Owen closed the door to his apartment and took my evening bag from me, setting it on the hall table with his wallet and keys. I kicked off my high heels and left them by the door, thankful to finally be free of them. 

He wandered through the wide archway into his living room, giving me a smile as he passed by that encouraged me to follow him. I trailed behind him, feeling anticipation stir in the pit of my stomach.

We'd stayed at the reception for another two hours after our initial conversation, deciding to leave straight after we waved Sarah and Michael off. Although Owen and I had spent the entire time together, he hadn't made any other moves on me after our almost-kiss on the dance floor. The waiting left me wanting it more than ever now. 

I glanced around the room, taking in the two couches arranged in a right angle formation, the coffee table in the middle and the oversized television on the wall. Several magazines were scattered over an end table but it made the room look lived in rather than cluttered. I'd always loved his place. It had a warm, welcoming feel to it that usually made me want to settle in and make myself at home. 

His bedroom was situated across the hall but that was the only room I'd never actually been in before. The idea of going in there with him tonight left me feeling on edge—not with nerves exactly, more just with the thrill of the unknown.

"Tired?" he asked, reaching his hand out to me. 

"No, not even a little bit." I smiled, sliding my fingers across his palm. 

His hand clasped mine and he pulled me toward him. He slipped his arms around me, and without another word dipped his head and brushed his lips across mine. The swift touch left my skin tingling and my lips parted to invite more. My eyes closed and I sighed when he came back for another touch, his mouth lingering longer this time, nibbling, tasting. 

I clasped his biceps through his suit jacket, holding on while he kissed me until my knees trembled. His tongue briefly touched mine, giving me just enough attention to tease my senses but leave me wanting more. I settled into the kiss, releasing my hold on his arms to slide my hands up his chest and link them behind his neck. My tongue pressed against his and I moaned softly as the kiss deepened.

It went on like this for long, unhurried moments, the intensity building slowly until I thought I had a pretty good idea where this was headed. Just when I began thinking about pushing his jacket off his shoulders, Owen shocked me by pulling away and resting his forehead against mine. "Believe it or not I didn't bring you here for this," he said, his deep voice roughened with desire. 

My fingers stroked the back of his neck and I struggled to stay calm when all I wanted to do was beg him to keep going. "I don't care," I said. "I want it, Owen. I want you."

I thought about how long I'd waited to experience this with him. The sensation of his body pressed to mine while his mouth travelled over me had been a recurring fantasy for years. Now I had him right here in front of me I didn't want to give him any reasons to stop. I pushed up on my tiptoes to trail my mouth over his chin. The stubble darkening his jaw rasped against my lips, the smell of his crisp cologne making me want to nuzzle his throat. 




Dance with Me



"Wait a second," he said, letting out a laughing groan. "If we're doing this I need to ask you something first." 

I lowered myself so my feet were flat on the floor again. "What is it?"

He gazed down at me as his hands moved to my shoulders. My heart rate kicked up at the look in his eyes but I remained silent. 

"In all the time I've known you I've never seen you with a boyfriend," he said, "or heard through Sarah that you're seeing anyone." 

I let out a little huff and felt my cheeks grow warm. "Thanks for pointing that out."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, I'm just trying to find out if you have any... experience."

With me being a virgin I knew we'd need to have this discussion at some point. I'd just hoped it would happen in the heat of the moment when were both distracted by more important things and I wouldn't have to look him in the eye. I wanted to hide my face against his chest while I answered him but I forced myself to meet his gaze. "I've kissed a few guys."

"Anything else?"

"No, that's it." 

"Have you been waiting for marriage?" 

The pained expression on his face would have made me laugh at any other time, especially since I'd just caught the bouquet at the wedding reception earlier tonight. I shook my head, knowing I'd have no choice but to explain myself. 

"So... what exactly are you waiting for?"

I found it difficult to explain in a way that wouldn't make me seem like I'd lost my mind. It wasn't that I'd made a conscious decision to keep my virginity, I just couldn't bring myself to sleep with a man if I didn't at least think I loved him. Since he was the only man I'd ever felt that way about...

I met his eyes and hoped my response wouldn't send him running. "You." 

Silence settled around us, so thick with tension that it felt like a physical presence in the room. I counted the seconds that passed by while I mentally begged for him to say something. 

"It's not like I set my sights on you or turned it into some weird obsession," I said. "It's just that whenever I met someone and tried to like him—and I did try—it never seemed right because he wasn't... you." That last word came out sounding more frustrated than I'd intended. My breathing turned harsh and I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. 

"Lucy, stop for a second." Owen walked away from me to slip off his jacket and drape it over the back of one of the couches. He tugged at the knot on his tie and pulled it over his head, tossing that down, too. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he needed to give himself some time to think.

Once he'd turned and taken the couple of steps required to bring us back together again, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him. I looked up at him as his thumbs caressed the back of my hands, wondering what was going through his mind right now. 

"That's probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me." He leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose. "And I don't think you're crazy or obsessed, but you're definitely putting the pressure on."

I took his affection as a sign of encouragement and managed to smile even though he'd confused me. "How am I doing that?" I asked.

"You're building this up so much in your mind that you'll only end up disappointed."

Warmth rushed through me as I lifted my head and offered him my lips. "I can't see how that's possible." 

He took up the invitation, his mouth cruising over mine in a long, lazy kiss. My body melted against him and he groaned, kissing me deeper, harder. 

When our lips finally parted he remained close, his breath warm as he spoke beside my mouth. "Are you on some kind of birth control?"

I planted a kiss on his jaw and hid my elation. "I am."

He stepped away from me with my hand still clasped in his and twirled me beneath his arm. I laughed, trying to keep my balance as he pulled me close and kissed me again. 

* * * *

His room had much the same warm, masculine feel as the rest of his apartment. Charcoal-coloured linen covered the bed while a small stack of books filled the nightstand. Loose change and a watch were grouped together on the top of a set of drawers. 

I watched as Owen eased off his shoes and nudged them aside. He turned to face me, his dark eyes following my movements as I wandered toward him. I came to a stop before him, my toes sinking into the carpet and my stomach fluttering with excitement. 

"Nervous?" he asked.

I felt more at ease around him now than I ever had before. My mouth curved in a slight smile and I shook my head. "Not anymore."

He stepped in close and cupped my face in his palms, dipping his head to touch his lips to mine. I sighed and clasped his wrists, holding onto him as I kissed him back. Every time he stood near me my senses heightened and my heart pounded. I flicked my tongue over his and pressed myself to him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

He groaned and moved one hand to my lower back, pulling me so tight against his body that only our clothing separated us. His palm slid over my hip, slipping down to caress the curve of my bottom. I moaned and let go of his wrists, sweeping my tongue against his. 

He wedged his hands between our bodies, working to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. My desire built with each one that popped open, and when he finally got the last one free, I slipped my hands inside to sweep my palms over his hard chest. His skin felt so warm and inviting that I moaned and pulled my mouth from his, panting as I stared up at him. "I'm sorry for rushing but I need—"

He pulled me in with his hand curved around the back of my neck, planting a kiss on my lips. "It's okay." 

Owen took a small step back and tugged his shirt free from his pants. Our gazes meshed as he slipped it from his arms and dropped it beside him. My eyes were drawn to his tanned skin, his lean muscles and broad chest. The sight of him left my mouth dry and my throat worked to swallow. I kept my attention on him while I reached behind me and slid my zipper down. My dress loosened across my breasts then collapsed into a midnight blue puddle at my feet. 

I stood before him in my nude strapless bra and matching lace panties, my chest rising and falling with my shallow breaths. He held out his hand, clasping mine as I stepped from my pooled dress. The look in his eyes as his gaze travelled over me made me feel warm and wanted. 

He drew me against him, leaning down to whisper against my ear, "You're so pretty."

The sound of his deep voice and his softly spoken words filled me with pleasure. I let out a whimper and turned my head, catching his mouth with mine. His arms wrapped around me, trapping my palms flat against his chest and keeping me close. 

His lips teased mine, his tongue delving into my mouth with warm, sweeping caresses. I pushed my hips against his erection, rubbing back and forth. The knowledge that all of that hard length was just for me caused a husky cry to catch in my throat. 

Owen groaned and slid one hand up my spine, his lips roaming over mine as his fingers clasped the nape of my neck. I tore my mouth free and tilted my head back, letting out a deep sigh. His lips nibbled their way down the side of my neck, the tip of his tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of my throat. 

"God, I can't... I need..." I didn't even know exactly what I was asking for; all I knew was that I wanted it now.

Owen turned us both around and backed me toward the edge of the mattress. His mouth left me as he bent to throw back the covers. I felt a moment of panic cut through the excitement but it passed when he straightened and cradled my chin, giving me another long, searching kiss. 

When our lips parted, he lowered me onto the bed and stood beside me, watching me closely as he flicked his belt and fly open. "Okay?"

I nodded quickly, letting out a slow breath. As he stripped down to his blue boxer briefs my eyes dipped to the bulge hidden inside them. The thought of touching him there, of pulling down that taut material to look at him, or if I could build the courage, taste him, made my pulse race. 

A feeling of restlessness came over me and I shifted on the bed, settling deeper into the pillows. 

Owen climbed over me, his muscled thighs moving between my parted legs. His chest came to rest against mine, his erection nudging me intimately. I bent my legs and spread my knees, letting out a soft moan as his cock rubbed back and forth against my pussy. Even with our underwear between us, I could feel every hard inch of him. I wanted him now more than ever. 

He grabbed one of my wrists and linked his fingers with mine, resting our joined hands above my head. Our mouths met again, the kiss turning hungry and demanding. Groans and whimpers mingled, hands explored. His tongue drove me to the point where I was making little sobbing sounds of pleasure against his lips. 

Owen's free hand clasped my chin while he kissed me, then it slowly glided lower to smooth over my breast. He hooked his fingers in the cup of my bra and tugged until he'd revealed my nipple. My back arched and my breast pressed into his waiting palm. I cried out against his mouth, squeezing the hand that held mine. 

He broke the kiss and nuzzled my neck, letting out a laughing groan. "You're so sweet," he said.

I tried to smile but it turned into a moan as his stubbled jaw rubbed across my sensitive skin. I didn't feel sweet right now. I felt desperate and needy and ready to beg. 

He pulled the cups lower, tucking them beneath both of my breasts. While his mouth left a trail of kisses down my throat, I shoved my hand behind me and flicked the clasp on my bra. I whipped it out from between us and dropped it over the side of the bed. 

Owen groaned and smoothed his palm from my waist to my ribs. I lifted my head to watch as his mouth moved over my collarbone. He grasped my breast, leaning down to swirl his tongue over my nipple. My head sank against the pillow and I sighed. 

He let go of the hand he'd been holding above my head, tucking his palm beneath my back to press me closer. I threaded my fingers into his dark hair, moaning as he sucked my nipple into his mouth then released it, bathing the tender flesh with his tongue. 

My hips lifted from the bed, my restless movements causing my panties to ride up. I tugged at the scrap of lace, wanting it gone. Owen must have sensed my frustration because he gave my nipple a farewell peck and leaned back, slipping his fingers into the waistband. His mouth was swollen from our kisses, his smile so sexy I could barely stand it. He slipped my panties from me then tossed them aside and looked me over. 

"Yours, too," I said. I wanted to see him—all of him.

He rested his hands on either side of me and leaned over to press his mouth to mine, kissing me so slowly, so deeply, that my body writhed beneath him. My legs parted and my hands slid around his back to pull him closer. He nipped my lower lip then flicked the tip of his tongue over the spot to soothe me. 

Before I could drag him back for more he dropped beside me on the bed, lying there in only his boxer briefs. I couldn't take my eyes from him, my heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my ears. A thin covering of dark hair spread across his chest, narrowing into a line that trailed down his abdomen and disappeared into the blue fabric of his boxers. 

I wanted to see what was under there, to make that discovery myself. As he tucked his thumbs in the waistband and prepared to remove them, I shifted to a kneeling position beside him. "Let me," I said. With a quick smile, I nudged his hands aside and curled my fingers over the elastic. 

His palms came to rest on his lower stomach while he watched me. My hands trembled and I pulled the taut cotton down, revealing him inch by inch. When I'd exposed him completely, I took in the view and my breath caught. His cock lay against his body, hard and imposing, a bead of moisture glistening on the head. His musky scent rose to greet me. He looked strong and beautiful all at once, his thick length inviting me to touch. Even as my pulse raced at the sight, nerves fluttered in my belly and I contemplated how something of this size would even fit inside me. 

I looked to him for reassurance. His warm gaze met mine, his hand moving to my thigh and stroking my skin in slow circles. "Are you all right?" he asked. 

The huskiness in his voice, the tenderness in his eyes, helped put me at ease. My attention remained on him as I nodded and pulled his boxers the rest of the way off. My hands came back to stroke the coarse hair covering his thighs. I glanced up at him, noticing his gaze was wandering over my body in much the same way mine moved over his, taking everything in as if memorising each feature.

"You look... amazing," I said. My fingers trailed across his abdomen and I watched as his muscles contracted under my touch. I traced the line of dark hair from his navel to the base of his stomach, listening as his breathing became shallow. 

"God. Your hands," he said. 

I met his eyes and smiled. With him lying back and letting me explore it gave me some control over the situation and helped build my confidence. I touched his cock, swirling the moisture around the spongy head in slow, deliberate circles. He groaned and shifted his hips, his hand stroking the back of mine.

"You feel so good," I said. The silkiness of his skin surprised me, so soft on such a masculine body. My attention remained on him as I lifted my hand and licked the taste of him from my fingertip. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. 

Without thinking about it, I pulled my hair over one shoulder and leaned down to flick my tongue over the head of his cock. The throaty groan that came from him reached deep inside me, pushing me to want to keep pleasing him. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, holding him gently, smoothing my hand along his length. I had no idea what he liked or what turned him on, but I loved touching him and hearing his reactions, so I hoped that would be enough.

His cock felt warm in my hand, the hardness of it making me want to squeeze just a little to test its strength. I licked around the head, sighing as his silky skin glided beneath my tongue. 

Owen groaned and stroked my hair, moving his legs wider as my tongue travelled down his shaft. I knew my inexperience would be obvious, but I hoped the fact that I wanted to do this to him would turn him on regardless. I kissed the base of his cock then flicked my tongue out to give him one long lick, savouring his taste, his scent. 

Owen swore in a harsh whisper and grabbed me, dragging me up his body until my breasts were resting against his chest. I gasped as he pulled my mouth to his and kissed me hard. Before I could question what had happened he rolled me over so our positions were reversed, his hips pressing against mine, his eyes filled with desire as he gazed down at me. 

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked breathlessly.

"No." He bent his head and pressed a soft peck on my lips. "You nearly made me come." 

"Really?" I smiled, pleased with myself, wanting to test out my newfound abilities some more.

He nibbled along my jaw. "Yeah. Really."

I parted my legs so he could settle deeper between them. His erection pressed against my pussy, his hips moving back and forth. The feeling of his cock sliding through my wetness made my breath catch and all thoughts of teasing him fled from my mind. He watched me carefully, and when I let out a whimper and pushed back against him, a slight smile appeared on his face. 

"Sure you want to do this?" he asked, his expression telling me he already knew the answer.

"Yes." My hips tilted upward, pressing even closer to him. The sound he made in response filled me with need. He pushed partway in and a gasp came from me as my gaze shot up to meet his. "You're inside me."

"Mmm... I know." I heard the humour in his voice and marvelled at the way he could still laugh at a time like this. He lowered himself to his elbows, leaning his chest against mine. His lips played at my ear then trailed down to my throat. He finally moved to my mouth, where he kissed me slowly, softly, all the while rocking his hips, pulling back and pushing a little deeper inside me. 

I closed my eyes and sank my hands into his hair, kissing him as the stretching sensation overcame me. The fullness was uncomfortable at first but it didn't hurt like I'd thought it would. His kisses distracted me, the warmth of his body comforting me. Before long I had him completely inside me with his hips resting against mine. 

I moved my mouth away from his and tipped my head back, letting out a long breath. "My God. I can feel you."

He trailed tender kisses down my throat while his lower body remained still. "I feel you too, Luce," he said against my skin. 

I'd never expected it to be like this. I'd heard enough stories from friends over the years to know that first times often didn't go smoothly. Here with Owen I couldn't imagine it being any more perfect. Emotion welled up inside me and tears clouded my vision. I turned my head so he wouldn't see them, blinking to set them free. 

He clasped my chin and encouraged me to meet his eyes, looking me over carefully. "You're okay," he said. He didn't seem bothered by my reaction; his tone gave the impression his comment was more of an observation than a question.

I nodded quickly and blotted my remaining tears. He kissed my eyelids, then my lips. Once I'd settled, he pulled his hips back and thrust inside me again. The sensation of him sliding into my body made me move beneath him to deepen the connection. His groan had me clutching him tighter, one hand curled around the back of his neck and the other on his shoulder.

I pulled his mouth to mine, wanting the taste of his lips again. I gave his tongue a soft lick, my moan sounding more like a sigh as his cock plunged into me. His strength overwhelmed me but he was so controlled and careful I knew he'd never hurt me and only ever bring me pleasure. 

His mouth grew more demanding as his thrusts intensified. He grabbed my hand and guided it between us, pressing my fingers into the crevice created by our joined bodies. I gasped against his mouth, knowing what he wanted me to do without needing to be told. 

Something like this would have embarrassed me earlier in the night but now, in the heat of the moment with him, I pushed my fingers lower and began caressing my wet, slippery flesh while his cock drove into me again. He groaned and pulled his lips from mine. "So hot," he said in a husky whisper beside my mouth.

I looked into his eyes, feeling his slick length gliding into me as I rubbed my swollen clit. His clenched jaw and the intensity in his gaze left me unable to look away. He leaned on one elbow, using his free hand to reach down and clutch my ass. He gripped me tightly and pushed me back to meet his plunging cock, filling me so completely I knew I'd feel empty as soon as this was over.

I drew a steadying breath and massaged my clit, pressing down while I rubbed from side to side. His lower stomach rested against my forearm and the back of my hand. His strength, the feel of his muscles... I couldn't get enough of him. He watched me as he kept up his driving thrusts, the expression on his face sending a thrill through me. 

I struggled to catch my breath, my mouth open to pull in air. "Owen. So good. I can't wait... I'm—"

He leaned in and kissed me, cutting off my reply. His mouth took control of mine, his lips and tongue driving me wild with need. Just when I didn't think I could take anymore, my body shuddered and pleasure burst beneath my fingertips. My limbs tightened, my back arched. I wrenched my mouth from his and a deep moan tore from my throat. It kept coming and coming, until finally the tremors left me and my body relaxed against the mattress. 




Dance with Me



Owen gathered me against him, kissing my lips, my cheeks, whispering soft words to me as I came back down. His thrusts slowed, his hips grinding against mine while he smoothed my hair from my forehead. 

I hugged him and touched my lips to his hear. "I want to be on top of you," I said softly. "When you finish, I mean. Can we do that?" 

He groaned and pressed a quick kiss on my mouth, then rolled us both over until he had me sitting above him with his cock still buried deep inside me. I pushed down on his erection, watching the way his eyes closed as his fingers dug into my hips. I rocked against him, smiling at his low groan. 

Owen's eyes opened, his gaze sweeping over my body. He lingered on my breasts then dipped lower, taking in the sight of our joined bodies. He moved his hands to my back and pulled me close, tugging me against him until my breasts settled against his chest. He hugged me tightly to him, resting his mouth against my throat. His pace picked up and his hips lifted as he shoved his cock inside me, plunging again and again. 

I cried out and clutched him to me. His thrusts became so deep, so intense, that all I could do was hang on and let him take me with him. Without warning his body suddenly stilled and he pressed my hips down hard against him, holding me there and stopping me from moving. 

I pulled back just enough so I could look into his eyes, watching the expression of satisfaction come over him as his body shook and he came inside me. I cradled his face in my hands, kissing his lips as he groaned and jerked one final time.

* * * *

Owen's palm swept up and down my back as I lay against his chest with my thighs straddling his. He was still inside me but I didn't want him to go anywhere just yet. I drew lazy circles around his nipple with my fingertip, watching the movements of my hand. Neither of us had spoken but I didn't feel the need to fill the silence either. 

His hand moved up to my hair, playing with the jewelled clip on the side that I'd forgotten to take out earlier. I smiled and lifted my head to kiss his chin before resting my cheek back against his chest. 

When our breathing had slowed and a feeling of calm settled over us, I finally asked him, "What usually happens next in these situations?"

He ran his fingers through my hair, causing me to shiver and press closer to him. "You generally thank me for my impressive performance and tell me how amazing I was."

I laughed and smoothed my hand over his warm skin. "Is that right? I guess then I'm supposed to just leave quietly?"

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. "No, I think I'll keep you here for a while."

"And then what?" I asked, lifting my head to look into his eyes.

"More of the same. Take it as it comes... something like that." He gave my chin a playful pinch. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

The need to tease him came over me. I pressed my lips together to keep my smile contained and pretended to think it over. "Well... I caught the bouquet tonight and I've given you my virginity so I was thinking..." My voice trailed off and I started humming the wedding march. Owen's body stiffened beneath me and his hands stilled. 

My expression suddenly registered on him and he growled. He rolled me onto my back and kissed the smile from my lips. "You're joking," he said, the relief obvious in his tone.

"Yes, I'm joking. My God, the look on your face." I couldn't stop myself from laughing. 

The laughter slipped into a moan when he pulled the covers over us and dipped his hand between my thighs. "Just so you know," he said, "I'm going to have to punish you for that." 

"Okay." I sighed, clutching him tight as he proceeded to drive me out of my mind. 

It was hard to find a downside to anything when I was here with him.



Dance With Me



I looked at myself in the mirror before leaving the apartment. Not bad, I thought to myself, not bad for a girl who was just dumped, and at that thought, my smile disappeared. I had gone out with Danny for about a year and just this afternoon he decided that we didn't work. I had a feeling he had been seeing someone else behind my back, but when I saw him kissing some blonde not even 2 hours after he had left me, I knew. I went home and had been crying for a couple of hours when my roommate came home and found me. 

I must have looked pathetic, sitting there drowning my sorrows in double fudge ice cream with a tissue box sitting right next to me and tears pouring out my eyes. I told Melanie the whole story, and after consoling me and calling him a bastard several times, she suggested that we go out dancing. Whatever possessed me to say yes, I still don't know, but there I was staring at my reflection about to go clubbing. I looked at myself once more, my long dark hair in a nestle of waves, my almond eyes just barely shaped with some mascara, full pouty lips (which had been Danny's favorite facial feature of mine) dressed in a wine lip color to match my dark red, wine colored dress. It fit just right showing off my curves and it was a nice contrast against my olive skin. Welcome to singlehood again, I said to myself as I walked out with Melanie.

We got to the club around 11pm and it was in full swing. The music blaring crazy and loud techno beats, and the people dancing and drinking all around. Melanie soon found Tom, a guy she had her eye on for a few weeks now, and proceeded to head to the dance floor with him. I sat at the bar and looked at everyone, and noticed a couple on the other side of the room. It was Danny and his new blonde, making out right there for all to see. Great, I thought, just fucking great. I ordered myself a couple more drinks to try to drown out the hurt and anger growing inside me, but it wasn't drowning anything out just making me drunk. I couldn't take it anymore, I walked to the dance floor and told Melanie I was heading home, just that I wasn't feeling well. I tried to make my way through the dance floor, but someone stopped me. 

"Dance with me," he said, "don't just steal my heart away without giving me just one dance." I looked up and saw a gorgeous pair of sparkling blue eyes staring back at me. I looked at his face and saw perhaps one of the most handsome men in the world smiling at me. His blue eyes shone against his lightly tanned face, a smile so close to perfect, with lips that just cried out to be kissed. "Dance with me," he repeated as he took me in his arms and proceeded to seduce me with his body. "I was on my way out," I stammered as I tried not to look in his eyes, "I really don't feel too well and uh, I.."

"I'm not letting you go until I have one full dance with you," he said.

"Sorry to disappoint you," I said and I walked away from him, and walked out of the club. Sure he was hot, his eyes sent lightning bolts through my body, but I had to get out of there. 

"HEY!!!" I heard someone yell from behind me and I turned and there stood blue eyes. He ran up to me and said, "I meant it when I said I'm not letting you go without a full dance with you," and he grabbed me by the hand, "and I know the perfect spot."

I let him lead me for reasons I have yet to recall or know, and we walked to an abandoned to building of which we walked to the roof. I must admit, it was gorgeous up there. The city shone bright and the sky looked as if it had been painted by DaVinci himself. "Wow," I said, "it's beautiful up here." 

"Yes," he whispered, "it is." I turned and saw he was not staring at the sky now the view, just at me, and I felt myself grow hot under his gaze. "You are gorgeous and I really don't think you know it," he said to me, "I do know that I want my dance," and he pulled me into him and said, "Dance with me." We danced though there was no music to be heard out loud, and I let myself be seduced by his movement and his eyes. His body moved so smoothly against my own, like we both heard the same rhythm inside our bodies. His hands began to touch my body and I felt myself begin to grow excited and long for more.

I looked up and gazed into his eyes, and I didn't hold back, "Kiss me," I told him. He cupped my face in his hands and met his lips with mine and began to drink me in. His tongue met mine with such ease and our tongues began to dance like we had been doing. His kiss was intoxicating, making want even more of him. He kissed down my face, to my neck and lingered there for a while. Beneath him I began to moan softly. He licked and sucked my neck and I ached for him, growing wet beneath his touch. His hands traveled down and caressed my behind, and traced my lower body's outline. His hands snuck in below and soon his fingers were tracing the outline of my flesh through my thong. 

I should stop this, I thought, but it just feels so good… and I let him keep touching me. Not once did I push his hand away. I just let him slip his knowing fingers inside me. His touch was making me shake in ways I had forgotten I could. His other hand unzipped my dress, and pushed my thong on the way down. At last I stood before him, naked in the moonlight. He took a step back and looked up and down my body, as if to memorize my every curve and just when I began to feel bare, I heard him whisper, "You are so beautiful."

He kissed me again and traced his fingers down my face, my neck and settling on my breasts. He lowered his mouth and put one ready nipple to his lips and again shot shivers down my spine. He stopped for a brief moment and removed his shirt and lay it down, and led me down to the ground. His mouth suckling each breast, tongue and teeth working each nipple making me cry out in ecstasy. I massaged him through his pants, already feeling his hardness alert and ready. I began to unbuckle his pants, to which he looked up and said, "Not yet, I have more for you."

He gave each breast another suckle, and licked down my stomach. I was already so wet and aching, I didn't know how I would be able to take this. He parted my legs, and kissed down each thigh till he was at my sex. He gave me a quick smile, the same smile that had entranced me to begin with and then I felt his tongue on my most sensitive part. His tongue so soft and quick worked me well. Circling my clit with his tongue and slipping 2 fingers into me, I was screaming into the night sky. I began to slip into the most amazing climax of my life. Trembling and moaning, grabbing his hair and grinding myself into his mouth. I felt my orgasm from the very core of my body, and cried out in pleasure. He came up to kiss me and I lowered his pants that I had left unbuckled. Pulling down his boxers with them, and saw his standing manhood. 

I had to know what it would feel like in my mouth. I began to lick down his shaft, tasting all the sweet juice he had been letting out, and licked his balls. He moaned so sweetly, I wanted to hear more. I licked back up the shaft and circled my tongue around the head. I slowly took his cock in my mouth and he moaned once more. I began to suck his throbbing member, slow at first, but getting faster with each suck. My hands played with his balls as I worked my mouth on him. I wanted to make him feel the same pleasure he had given me and I knew it was coming soon, I felt him pulsate in my mouth. He pulled me back, and put me before him on all fours. "I know what you wanted to do," he said, "but I have a better idea."

I felt his hardness right on my entrance, and I wanted it to plunge deep inside me. But he lingered there for a few moments, teasing me with that glorious cock of his. He began to push inside me slowly, inching his way inside. My tightness wrapped itself around him, welcoming and longing for more. His hands grabbed hold of my hips and he began to move me into him. Going faster with each thrust, deeper in me he would go. My moans began to sound like one long one, crying out for him to fuck me hard. Then, came a slap on my ass, and it sent a shiver up my body. MMMmmmm, such a sweet feeling that was, and *SLAP* there it was again. My skin tingling, my sex being pumped by this sensuous stranger, and my cries growing louder with each thrust. I felt my orgasm building again, and I felt his cock throbbing inside, we were both close. 

He quickly flipped me over, my legs on his shoulders and pumped me hard that way. Seeing his pleasure in his face brought me to the point and I orgasmed instantly, crying out and feeling him do the same as well. He pulsated inside me, letting all his love juice go. He lay next to me and kissed me. We fell asleep under the moon, holding each other, breathing the same heavy breath. I awoke as the sun came up and looked at him. This stranger made my body quiver in ways I had never felt. But with the sun rising, I knew i had to leave before he awoke. I didn't want to ruin the memory with an awkward morning experience. I quickly got dressed and walked home.

I thought about that night often for the next few weeks, and it gave me a secret pleasure to know that my dancing stranger was out there, wondering who I was. I almost regretted not telling him my name. Then I was reading the local paper one day, and in a somewhat large ad, it read, "To the beautiful stranger I met a few weeks ago, I still need to finish that dance. Come to the same club, tomorrow night and dance with me. Still enchanted, Jordan (your dance partner)." I'm still debating going, but I know I won't forget that night anytime soon.



Dance with Me



The Twelve Maidens

"Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath," said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness.

Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group of standing stones, crude, rough-hewn slabs of limestone in a circle. They were grey and lichen-stained. Apart from that, the field was empty. No flowers grew; no birds sang. Just rank weeds and rye grass amidst the stones.

"Is today the Sabbath?" asked Joe, easing his back pack off a sore place on his shoulder. He and Brian had been hiking and camping for a week in the Cotswolds and, while lots of it had been fun, the days had merged imperceptibly with each other so that Monday, Tuesday etc had become indistinguishable though 'the day the tent was trampled on by a cow', 'the night it had rained torrents and got into their sleeping-bags' and the day Brian had nearly lost his left boot in a peat bog' stood out clearly enough.

"Depends if you're Jewish," said Brian. "In which case it would be Saturday. Or Christian, Sunday of course."

"What if I'm neither?" said Joe, more for the sake of carrying on the conversation than out of interest. He wanted more than anything to get into the next village, find a decent Bed and Breakfast, have a good meal and then sink into a soft, soft bed, preferably with Brian, to make gentle love until they both fell asleep. Sex in a sleeping-bag where there always seems to be a sharp stone in an inconvenient place, loses its charm after a while - however bright the stars are overhead and balmy the night air.

"If you're a witch, there are four Greater Sabbats - Candlemas (2nd February), May Eve (30th April), Lammas (1st August), Halloween (31st October). Then there are the Lesser Sabbats which are the two equinoxes (spring and autumn) and the two solstices (summer and winter)."

"How do you know all this?" asked Joe.

Brian waved the guidebook in the air, disturbing some gnats which were making a halo round his hair. "It's all here... Now ask me what it's got to do with those lumps of rock over there." He waved disparagingly at the stone circle, which did its best to ignore him - and succeeded.

"What's it got to do . . . ." began Joe obediently.

"Ah! Thought you;d never ask. Well, according to legend, they were once twelve maidens who were persuaded by the Devil to break the Sabbath and dance. The Devil always has the best tunes, you know. They started on Saturday night - which was OK, of course - but as midnight approached, when they should have stopped, the Devil played on his violin faster and faster . . . "

" . . . sort of Paganini," said Joe.

"Yes, whatever, and Bingo! As the church clock struck midnight they were turned into stone - and there they remained ever since." He paused and stared critically. "They're not very comely wenches, sort of a bit over-weight. Oh and it says you can't count them. Most of the time they're twelve but occasionally there are thirteen because the Devil himself comes back from time to time to join them."

"What a load of rubbish!" Joe shrugged off his pack and dumped it on the ground next to him. "I bet you I can count up to twelve." He walked down the lane to where a wooden stile gave access.

Once in the field he walked between two of the stones into the circle. Near to, they were even bigger than they had seemed before, and closer together, crowding. Each must have been at least two metres high and most were a metre wide - at least at the broadest part. There was a silence all around as if the air was static, imprisoned between the limestone bars of a cage.

"They were big girls," he remarked to Brian who had joined him. They stood in the middle of the circle but once there realised that it was hardly a true circle. The stones were scattered, some behind each other so that it was difficult to count all of them from one particular position. Added to that the sun was low behind a bank of clouds towards the west and the air was grey and crepuscular with a thin mist weaving tendrils across the grass and the furthest stones were almost invisible in the half light.

"Perhaps that's what it means," said Joe. "You can't count them from one particular spot."

"Tell you what," said Brian. "I'll stand here and you go round counting." He stood with his back against a stone, his arms spread wide, almost as if he was crucified against it. The sun came out briefly from behind the clouds and lit up his blond hair, his white T-shirt, a smile that was so devilishly attractive that it could persuade Joe into doing absolutely anything. "But kiss me before you go."

"Go?" said Joe, looking mystified. "I'm only walking around the ring."

"Kiss me," said Brian and there was an urgency in his tone that made Joe look at him intently. He saw the smile, the eyebrows raised quizzically, the lock of blond hair that always flopped uncontrollably over his forehead, now dyed a coppery orange by the touch of the setting sun.

Joe brushed the waiting lips with his. "A proper kiss," demanded Brian and took him in his arms. His lips, soft and inviting, pressed like a contract against his and then opened to allow his agile tongue to enter Joe's mouth, to find and embrace Joe;s tongue, to play up his hormones and arouse his prick so that their erections pressed hard against each other. Joe felt his emotions surge. This was his love, his life, his all. He had never felt like this about anyone else before - and was sure he never would again. The kiss seemed to go on for ever. The world turned but here it stayed still.

Suddenly Brian released him and Joe gasped as if he had been spurned.

"Off you go," said Brian, "and count each one as you pass it."

Joe stepped forward leaving Brian still with his back to the stone. He reached the next one, touched it lightly with his fingertips, feeling the hard, cool surface, the grain. "One," he said and went on. "Two . . . Three . . . Four . . . Five . . . Six. That should be half way and he turned to look across at Brian - but already it was too dark to see him. Even the next and the last stones were just vague blurs in the greyness all around.

"Seven . . . Eight . . . Nine . . . Ten . . . Eleven. . . " Brian should be at the next stone but there was no one there. Joe ran, touching the next one desperately. "Twelve!" and then he saw Brian, a lighter blur against the darker. "Thirteen," he said and touched his lover's chest.

"So the Devil is with us tonight," said Brian and smiled, his teeth showing whiter in the dusk.

Joe felt a sudden feeling of apprehension. "How many stones are there supposed to be?" It was all nonsense of course but . . .

"Twelve," said Brian, smiling his impish grin.

Joe felt a primeval fear twist in the pit of his stomach, the darkness, the unknown, the stones, towering around, huge, implacable - and, suddenly. too many.

Brian laughed delightedly and Joe suddenly understood. "You bastard," he said. "You moved on one place, didn't you?"

"Had you going for a minute!"

Joe felt a momentary spurt of anger, had a sudden urge to hit Brian, sublimated it into an embrace which practically cracked Brian's ribs.

"Ouch," he said, then put his arms round Joe. "Dance with me."

"What for?"

"Just to prove that the whole thing is nonsense."

"Of course it's nonsense. The legend or whatever must have been invented in the 17th Century, when the Puritans were around. Those who were against dancing and singing and pictures and things. In the Old testament it was considered a good thing to dance as part of a religious ceremony. Didn't King David dance before the Lord?"

"So . . ."

"But the stones are prehistoric. Must have been here for thousands of years."

"Dance with me then. . ."

Joe felt the same strange sense of apprehension he had felt before. It was quite dark now and the stars pricked into view, one by one. Directly opposite where the sun had gone down a pale moon appeared, gibbous and bloated.

"It's not the Sabbath. I've worked it out. It's Friday."

"It's August 1st," said Brian - almost triumphantly. "Lammas tide. The witches' Greater Sabbat." For the third time he asked, "Dance with me."

Joe couldn't understand why he was so reluctant. The warmth had gone from the evening as if it had been sucked away. He wanted to go to the Bed and Breakfast. Brian's smile danced before him. It was both seductive and yet in a way, cruel. He had thought he would never be able to refuse Brian anything and yet he wanted more than anything to be away from this place. Three times he had asked and three times been refused.

Suddenly Brian whirled away. "I'll dance on my own," he said. Sinuously, provocatively he began to dance, his hips, his body snaking to a tune and a cadence which Joe could not hear, a rhythm of Brian's own making. His arms and hands wove patterns in the air and his feet tapped out the beat. At first Joe was tempted to laugh but Brian's expression made it clear that he was perfectly serious about it. The dance grew quicker. Brian turned in circles getting further and further away from Joe until the only thing that distinguished him from the stones was his motion. And then even that seemed to translate itself for, as Joe stared into the darkness, the stones themselves whirled into a vertiginous dance of their own.

Suddenly nauseated, Joe clutched onto the stone behind him, closed his eyes and felt the world settle around him. He took a deep breath and peered into the circle now lit by the moonlight. 

"Brian," he called but nothing moved. He felt anxiety in the pit of his stomach again.

"Brian, don't be a shit."

Joe took a step forward, Only the stones surrounded him, bleak, almost threatening - and surely too many. He felt an inrresistible urge to count them but knew he could not from a single static position. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and laid it on the stone behind him, making it secure in a crevice.

He started out, touching each stone as he passed with finger tips that crawled at the contact. 

"One . . . Two . . . Three . . ."

The night around him watched him with a billion billion sightless eyes. The uncountable ages of the stones from which the circle had been built pressed on him with their billions and billions of accumulated years. 

"Six . . . Seven . . . Eight . . . "

Evil and good with their separate and fallible interpretations, their myths and legends, whispered their truths and lies in his ears. The silence shrieked; the stars flared. Blindly, he reached for the next stone and the next.

"Twelve."

Where was the handkerchief? It should be glimmering softly in the darkness.

"Thirteen."

And there it was. The marker announcing the last stone.

"Fourteen."




Dance With Me



I'm right here, standing in the shadows and neon light, wondering if you see me. I watch your long hands move as you talk, and I think of how they would feel on my skin. Would they bruise my hips, leave your fingerprints etched into my thighs, draw lines of blood and pleasure down my spine? Or would they skim like butterfly wings across my flesh, dipping along my hollows and curves?

Would they even touch me at all?

I sit patiently through the little ceremonies of introductions and greetings, I watch you under my eyelashes as someone else wraps me in the rough security of ropes and ritual. This must be a replay of Eve's temptation- your voice in my ear as you make conversation and ask the usual questions. Am I okay? Am I sure? I bite my tongue on what I want to say, and smile as I nod and look away.

Not that looking away helps. The sobbing blonde two racks over, with her breasts heavy and ripe, arching under the lash of the flogger wielded on her skin, swaying with surrender and sensation- and I drop my eyes before I give too much away. No one here would be shocked, or even startled, by my taste for pain. Years of being told to be ashamed of what I wanted and enjoyed are the only real bonds holding me now- these ropes are simply another layer of decoration, like mascara or cherry lip gloss. I allow myself to be led, docile and demure, and fight back the shiver of reaction every time your hand brushes past or you slide an arm around me to guide me through the crowd.

I make a game of it in my own mind. If I can get through this little scene, I'll allow myself the luxury of leaning against your shoulder for moment. If I can resist the urge to run away, I'll treat myself to a long bubble bath when I get home. And if I manage to get through this weekend, I'll start looking for someone strong enough to give over to. Maybe then I won't be so tempted...

Then again, maybe I will.

Somewhere in the labyrinth workings of my mind is a quiet room, painted golden with candlelight reflecting from a dozen mirrors. The smooth wooden arms of the cross cradle me, and the ropes that wind around my wrists leave twisted red kisses on my skin. I don't need to see your face to know when you walk up behind me, my skin prickles with warmth and awareness. The whispers of the flogger drawn along my spine draws a sigh from my throat, sparks a fine, hungry burning between my thighs.

This is what I want. The pinch and sweet ache of the weighted clamps on my nipples, deepening pink to rose. The first flick of the suede tails across my flesh- a subtle sting coupled with a whispering caress. One becomes a dozen, a pattering rain of pain and pleasure that pulls whimpers and moans out of me and my knees want to buckle beneath me. The cross holds me, the wood cool and silken beneath my limbs.

I savor the amusement in your voice, a tapestry of laughter and knowledge that swells to fill the pause between- have I had enough? Your hands soothe over my aching body, tender and cool, brushing away tears and gentling my tensed muscles. With kisses and soft words, you coax me back to words, to thinking. Awareness returns with a rush, and with it the realization of pain.

The warm blush along my back and buttocks whimpers yes. I sigh no. I can feel your pleased chuckle ripple against my flesh. You know my limits more fully than I would ever dare to dream. You already knew what I would say and the lash touches my skin again with a hundred fiery kisses, the sensory feedback overwhelming until my mind goes blissfully blank, and all I can do is feel.

This is why you are master, and I am the servant. 

I come unwillingly back with a polite smile and a deftly turned phrase that makes it appear as if I have been listening. You smile in return, your face neutral and friendly, and empty of the desire that still simmers in my blood. Your guiding hand falls away, and I sigh, missing the contact already.

I won't tell you, of course. I'll bury this little coal of attraction under the ashes until it smothers itself out, and wait, patiently, for platonic friendship to override the primitive urge to submit. I'll play my role admirably, empty as it is, and simply be. I turn to meet another introduction, another friendly face, and push away the golden room, somewhere in my mind.

After all, I am just another girl in the club.

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