0 comments/ 32028 views/ 7 favorites I Hope You Dance Ch. 01 By: velvetpie I'm absolutely beautiful. Chantal Warriner stared at her flawless features in the rearview mirror, wondering how she got so lucky. She knew how. Her perfect mother had married her perfect father and she had become the perfect baby. And Chantal Warriner was perfect in every way. She had graduated three years ago from Beachville Academy with a perfect 4.0 grade point and had been accepted to Harvard. She had graduated a year early with a degree in art history and had found the perfect job, managing a museum in France. That was where she had met the perfect man, Jean-Claude and she would become his perfect wife in just four months. Everything was perfect. She hopped out of the car and smiled into the bouquet of roses that she'd bought at the florist shop. Jean-Claude adored roses and he'd be so surprised when he came home later this evening and found her naked in his bed, covered in fragrant petals. She imagined what he'd say in that deep, silky voice, dripping with Gallic charm. She smiled to herself as she recalled the momentous decision she had made just an hour earlier. Today was the day and hopefully tonight, she would become a woman in every sense of the word. Tonight, she would give her future husband the most precious gift a woman could give a man besides her love: her virginity. She locked the car, hurried up the walkway and opened the door, dropping her keys on the side table as always and stopped in her tracks. Was that ... a noise? She set her purse and the flowers down, her head cocked to the side as she listened for and heard the muffled noises again. "Jean?" Her call got no answer and she crept up the stairs, almost afraid to continue. She'd read about what happened to people who arrived home to find their house being burglarized. Maybe she should just call the police instead. Yes, that was a good idea. As she whirled to head back down, she heard the noise again and it sounded like a woman's cry. A woman? When she reached to the top of the stairs, she noticed that the bedroom door was half-closed. That was strange. She always closed the upstairs doors when she left for the day. Someone was definitely in the house. Please, God. Don't let it be a burglar. The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced that it was a woman. Heart in her throat, she crept closer and gently pushed the door open the rest of the way. The sight that greeted her was one that she'd never forget. Her fiancé, Jean-Claude, was viciously plunging his cock into a redheaded woman, who was holding her knees open so that he could have better access to her sloppy cunt. Chantal's entire body went cold, then flushed with heat as she saw how his prick sawed in and out of the woman's pussy and came away glistening with her wetness. She took a step backwards and fell against the door jamb. The noise brought Jean-Claude's eyes to meet hers and they stared at each other, motionless for a few seconds. "Well, hello, honey." He smiled, then began to pump the girl again, offering his best smile to his wife-to-be and ignoring the tears welling in her eyes. "You're home early, aren't you?" Chantal whirled, plunging blindly down the stairs. How could he do this to her? The invitations had already been sent out and her dress was hanging in the closet at her parents' home. How could he do this? She grabbed her keys and purse, leaving the flowers to fall to the floor and ran outside, jumping into her car. Her perfect life was ruined now. She would be the laughingstock of town and no one would ever want to date her. They'd all look at her and whisper, She wouldn't give him a piece of ass so he had to find some for himself! Chantal blinked the tears away, frantically wiping at the black lines of runny mascara that striped her cheeks. I'm ruined! I'm so ruined! The mascara ran in her eyes and frantically tried to blink it away, panicking when her vision didn't clear but grew more blurry. She reached for a tissue and wiped, clearing her eyesight well enough to see the banana-loaded pickup truck hurtling toward her. The last thing she saw was the dark-skinned driver screaming as their cars crashed together. I Hope You Dance Ch. 02 Black. There were no other colors. Just black. A deep, dark black that spread from one edge of her brain to the other and back again. A black so dark that it took her weeks to wade through its depths, fighting against the waves of pain until they finally dulled enough that she could open her eyes and rejoin the world as she knew it. Except that she couldn't see. "Chantal? Chantal, can you hear me?" Her mother's voice sounded strained and that wasn't something Chantal was used to hearing from Helaine Warriner. "I hear you, Mommy." A chorus of ragged sobs broke out, quite close to her ear and she tried to reach out to her mother, upset to find that her arms had been buckled down. A warm, consoling hand touched her forearm and she relaxed a bit, tears of frustration stinging her eyes. "Calm down, kit." The use of her nickname made her sob aloud. "We're here." Chantal felt him lift her into his arms and she sighed past the tears, welcoming the chance to be Daddy's Little Girl once again. Franklin carefully set her back down, smoothing her wet cheeks with his wide fingers. "Do you remember what happened?" She sniffled a few times, her lip trembling as the image of Jean-Claude balls deep in another woman flooded her memory. Then the accident. "The man in the truck?" "Yes, baby." "Did he make it?" "No." Franklin looked over at his wife who was still unable to speak. "The Highway Patrol said that the accelerator stuck in his truck and he couldn't negotiate the turn." "He was screaming, Daddy." She couldn't help the tears from coming again. "He was holding onto the steering wheel for dear life and screaming." Silence hung in the air as both parents digested her words, each imagining the horror that their lovely daughter must have seen. "I'm sorry, kit. If it's any consolation, they say that he died instantly." He took a deep breath. "We were so worried ... " "Well, I feel okay. Just woozy from the drugs, I guess. When can I see a doctor? I want to get these bandages off my eyes so I can see what I'm left to work with." There was an awkward pause that not even the well-seasoned barrister could cover and Chantal began to realize that there was something that they weren't telling her. Something bad. She moved her feet and wriggled her toes, relieved that her limbs responded. Her arms were tied down but she knew that she could move them and she rolled her head from side-to-side, observing the fact that her neck worked perfectly. As she lay still, thinking, she realized that there was only one thing left. "Daddy?" Franklin and Helaine turned toward their daughter, their eyes filled with tears. "I'm blind, aren't I?" * * * * * Martin stood quietly in the corridor, listening to the sounds of people crying. To him, it was a sad but beautiful sound. It was the sound of loved ones grieving and pouring their souls out and that touched him like nothing else. He heard the older woman coming towards him. He remembered that her name was Hannah and that the woman who had died had been her great-grandmother. "Please accept my condolences, Hannah. I will miss Molly." Hannah sighed, looking back in at the scene while wiping her eyes. "Yep. She was one tough old bird." She replaced her glasses. "Too bad she didn't let any of us get closer to her." "You got close, Hannah." He pulled an envelope from his pocket and placed it in her hand. "Molly had some moments of lucidity before the Alzheimer's took her. She asked me to give this to you." The older woman opened the envelope and tipped out a beautiful ruby and diamond brooch. "How did you ... " "When she first got here, she was afraid that someone might steal it so I promised to keep it safe for her. Sometimes she would forget that I had it so we used to have tea every day and I let her visit with the brooch. It helped her, I think. It kept her tied to reality for longer than most patients." "This belonged to her mother. When my mother married my father, she said that she wouldn't give it to her because she knew that he'd pawn it for a bottle of booze." Hannah sighed. "And she was right." "So all this time, she kept it because she wanted you to have it. She said, 'My Hannah Mae was the only one to bring me lilacs in the winter'." The woman began to cry and Martin gave her a warm hug. "You were the only one who got close, Hannah. She loved you like no other." "Thank you, Martin. Thank you for everything." As she moved away, Martin heard voices raised in anger and walked as briskly as he could toward the front desk. Two women were arguing and a man kept trying to interject but was beaten at every turn by the younger female. "I won't stay here!" "It's for your own good, Chantal. You have to learn how to live again!" "I don't want to fucking live! I want to fucking see!" "Don't use that language, kit. Your mother is right. You have to do like the doctors said. You have to learn new tools to live!" "Fuck ... " Before she could get another word out, there was a mouth on hers, warm and soft and a set of hands rested lightly on her shoulders. The kiss ended before she could think and a deep voice softly said, "My name is Martin. Welcome to Silverglen." I Hope You Dance Ch. 03 Chantal was so stunned that she just stood speechless for a moment, then wrenched her hand out of the stranger's grasp, violently scrubbing her mouth with her sleeve. "What the fuck did you do that for?" In an instant, his mouth quickly covered hers again and this time, he held onto her hand, giving it a little squeeze. "Each time you curse, you get kissed. So make up your mind what you want to do. Frankly, I'd like to hear you cuss again." Franklin burst out laughing, making both angry women swing toward him. "That's an original way to handle the situation. I'm Franklin Warriner, young man. Nice to meet you." Martin took the man's hand, grinning like an idiot. "Nice to meet you, too, sir, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to kiss a beautiful woman." "Excuse me!" The verbal paralysis that Chantal suffered from released her and she quickly found her voice. "Why are you talking about me like I'm not here?" "I'm not." Martin grinned. "I certainly didn't kiss you like you weren't here!" After hearing her father's laughter, he turned back to her. "Is this your first time at Silverglen?" "No, because I'm not staying here." "Chantal ... " "Chantal." Martin let her name slide from his lips. "That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Why is it that you don't want to stay here?" "I'm not an invalid! I can take care of myself." "Okay, I can understand that. Let's try a couple of tests. Point and tell me where the door is that you came in." Chantal's blank gaze fell on him and she appeared to give his question a lot of thought. She turned, trying to listen, waiting for someone else to enter the automatic sliding glass doors but no sound came. "Well?" "I don't know." "Okay. Question number two. What direction according to the compass are you facing?" "I don't fu ... " She paused, turning her head toward Martina and clearing her throat. "I don't know. What does that have to do with anything?" "Direction has a lot to do with everything. Learning which way your head becomes intuitive and aids you in getting about every day." "I don't plan on going hiking." "No, but if you're walking somewhere and you have to turn east, you'll be in a hell of a predicament." Martin continued. "Now, tell me how many people are in this room?" "Four. Me, you and my parents." "Wrong. You missed Willie, the maintenance supervisor, Arnold, the head of security and Lisa, our head of intake." What he was saying seemed to finally have an effect on her. "This is not a place for invalids, Chantal. This is a place where people are given their freedom." "I'm blind." She said softly. "What do I have the freedom to do?" Martin's reply was just as soft. "To live." He risked taking her hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze this time. "Why don't you let us help you?" Chantal thought about the long months of therapy and hospitalization she'd just completed, remembering the obstacles she'd overcome. This would just be another and then she could be left alone. That was what she wanted: to be left alone. "All right." She tugged her hand out of his. "But if you kiss me again, I'll deck you." "You'll have to find me first." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and danced out of range, noticing that she shared the same goofy smile as he did. He left Lisa to perform her intake duties and went about his job, helping others around the facility as he did every day. It was well past eleven o'clock when he went down to look in on Chantal. Her door was cracked and it was quiet but small sounds caught his ear, the sounds of a woman being pleasured. Chantal had no idea that her door was still open. She had taken a shower with the help of one of the nurse assistants and had climbed into bed, hoping for a good night's sleep. But sleep eluded her. Being in a new place was certainly unsettling but she was very surprised to find that was bothering her the most was Martin's kiss. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed her and his passion touched a nerve inside her somewhere. She wondered what he looked like. She knew he was taller than she was and that he had a pretty good build but what color were his eyes and was his hair straight or curly? Those questions fell to the side when she thought back on his lips. She knew everything about them. They were firm and pouty like a woman's and they'd fitted so perfectly on hers ... her hand slid down over her body and she reached down, pulling the nightgown up and letting her fingers slip between her legs. "Martin." Her whisper of his name made his heart leap in his chest and he remained out of sight in the hallway, listening to her whimpers of pleasure as he let his own hand steal past the drawstring of his uniform. She sounded so sweet. He imagined what it would be like to be inside her, to have her lips against his and to know that her responses were meant for him. He stroked his cock, his mind awash with the images of them together, their bodies wrapped around each other with the singular goal of satisfaction on their minds. "Oh, yes. Oh, Martin. Please, please fuck me!" Chantal drove her fingers deeper into her pussy, panting as she moved closer to the edge. She wanted him. She wanted him deep inside her, his mouth commanding hers as it had earlier in the day. She wanted him to command her ... Martin came in a long gasp, gobs of semen pumping into his hand as he listened to Chantal achieve her orgasm. He remained pressed against the wall for a few minutes, regaining his strength and gently closed the door as he left. I Hope You Dance Ch. 04 "Good morning!" Chantal groaned at the intrusive sound of Martin's voice. "What the hell's good about it?" "Hm, let's see. You're alive?" "Unfortunately." Martin paused in his job of opening the curtains and looked over at her. "Now why would you say something like that?" "Because that's how I feel obviously." "You don't want to be alive?" "Not really." "Then why are you here?" "To get the fuck out of my parents' house!" "I warned you ... " The kiss came quick and unexpected but had the same effect on her. She was determined to push him away, no matter how wonderful his lips felt but he held on, breathing warm breath on her cheek when he pulled away. "Do I have to warn you again?" "Yes." She said dreamily, then snapped out of the dream. "Uh, n-no. You don't have to kiss me again." Martin smiled, slowly releasing her. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" The way she touched her lips told him that it wasn't but he decided to leave her with that realization for now. As sunshine cascaded into the room, he gleefully flung the curtains open. "Today is a new beautiful day and it's time that you were beautiful in it." Chantal resisted Martin. Each day, she awoke with a sullen outlook and each day, he breezed into her room with joy and happiness, hoping that some of it would rub off on her. Each night, she lay down to sleep, prefacing her slumber with a hot masturbation session in which Martin was the center of her imagination and each night, he listened from the hallway, muffling his grunts of pleasure even as they mirrored her own. And bit by bit, she learned. She slowly opened up to the therapist and with a little prodding, began to explore the world outside the door. Martin watched her progress, wishing that he could dash out and help her up each time she fell but knowing that she would be stronger if she could rely upon herself. Two months went by, then two more, peppered with visits from her father and mother and Chantal felt herself becoming someone different. She was becoming someone who wanted to live. She held a secret close to her heart and she drifted down the hallway each day, a grin on her face. She felt so good that there was nothing that could bring her back down to Earth, except ... "Hello, honey." The sound of Jean-Claude's voice made her feel hollow inside and her head filled with static. She felt his breath against her cheek before he placed a kiss there and let him lead her over to a bench under a tree. "It's nice to see you again." "What 's wrong, not enough pussy for you out there?" Jean-Claude laughed. "Oh, no, dear Chantal. That is not a problem that Jean-Claude will ever have. There is more than enough pussy for me. I just missed yours." "How can you miss what you've never had?" "Exactly." He moved closer, nuzzling her ear and breathing in the fruity fragrance. "I've come to make you an offer." "An offer?" "Yes. You see, I still want to marry you." Chantal laughed, throwing her head back. "You must be crazy!" "No, I'm not crazy." He took her face in his hands, gazing into her sightless eyes. "I'm still in love with you." "Jean-Claude," Chantal raised her hands and gently removed his from her face. "It's been a year since the accident and you haven't been by to visit me at all. Why now?" The handsome man took a breath. "It's been very hard, cherie. Too hard to come by and see that beautiful face of yours and know that you can't see me. I've lain awake at night and cried over your loss." He took Chantal's hand and rubbed her fingertips in the tear tracks that now striped his cheeks. "I did not mean to cheat on you, Chantal. It's just that with you being so beautiful and I wasn't allowed to touch you ... " He released a sob when her fingers cupped his cheek. "All I want to do is make you mine. I want to be your first and your last lover." "Oh, Jean-Claude ... " "Chantal?" Martin's voice cut through the romantic haze and she leaned away from her ex-fiancé, suddenly embarrassed. "You're late for your session with Dr. Parris." Chantal stood with a slight nod to Jean-Claude, taking Martin's arm. "Thanks, Martin. Goodbye, Jean-Claude." "Wait!" He grabbed her arm. "May I come back and see you?" Chantal grinned, giving Jean-Claude a smile that Martin ached for. "Of course. Call first, though. I have a busy schedule." Jean-Claude laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. "See you soon." Martin watched the man walk away, anger heating his cheeks. "What did he want?" "To see me." Chantal replied gaily. "He still wants to marry me." "You aren't going to go through with it, are you?" "Why shouldn't I? Being happily married would be a better existence than living alone, don't you think?" Martin bit his tongue, wishing that he had a hard enough heart to tell Chantal that Jean-Claude had been visiting for months and fucking every woman that would let him. He just wondered why, after all this time, he wanted to see his ex-fiancé again. I Hope You Dance Ch. 05 Another couple of months went by and Chantal made more progress. She could navigate Silverglen's campus without her cane and became a regular visitor in the children's dorms, spending time practicing her Braille skills and reading aloud to them. Martin often came by and watched quietly, falling more and more in love with her as he witnessed the changes in her. He heard the beauty of sunlight in her voice now and watched her walk with her head held high. She was perfect, even though she was blind. The only problem seemed to be Jean-Claude. Since his first visit, he had become a constant in her life again. Only Martin knew his modus operandi. Jean-Claude would arrive at 2:00 and would visit with Chantal for an hour. He would then head down to the cafeteria and chat up staff workers. He'd fucked a few in his car but most of the time, he chose to use the janitor's closet beneath the stairs. He always sent them away with hush money and returned to Chantal's side the next day, none the wiser. What tore Martin's heart apart was that now, instead of whispering his name before she came, she would whisper Jean-Claude's instead. He told himself that she didn't mean anything to him and that she had never made any promises. He knew that it was true but he felt such a connection with her, something that tingled when his fingers touched hers. He knew that she felt it, too, but she had ditched something possible for something concrete and honestly, in her situation, he couldn't fault her for that. "So, who are you taking to the dance?" Lisa's question caught him off-guard and she laughed at his sputtering. "Haven't asked her yet, have you?" "Why should I bother? You know she's going to go with Jean-Claude." "Maybe. Maybe not." Lisa loaded his hands with files that she needed to have taken to the archives. "Maybe she would like to go with a friend instead of someone who's always pressuring her for sex." She had a point but he wasn't convinced that she'd give up a magical night with her fiancé. "At least try, Martin. Ask her and see what she says." He was beginning to regret his decision when he heard footsteps. This was Chantal's favorite route back to the bench where she always waited for Jean-Claude. But two people were coming. He moved behind the stairs and crouched in the darkness, practically holding his breath when he saw the two pairs of legs come towards him, then stop in the corner. The sounds of heavy breathing and passionate kissing filled the air, followed by the sound of a zipper. "Oh, yeah, take it all, baby." Jean-Claude's voice floated over the girl's noisy sucking and he murmured words of encouragement to her as he hurtled toward his release. The woman gagged a few times, then he gasped, panting as he filled her mouth with cum. "That was great, baby. You have to promise that you'll do that for me after the baby comes." Baby? "I don't know. I might be too tired ... " "I'll hire a nanny for you. Don't worry." More smacking sounds. "Chantal doesn't know anything about the money. Once we're married, I'll be able to run everything. The bitch is blind. She won't know a thing." "I love you, Jean-Claude." "And I love your pussy, Katie. I've got to go. Meet me tomorrow, same time." "Okay." Martin remained in his hiding place, his head swirling with the conversation he'd just heard. He listened as the footsteps went separate ways, then crept out into the hallway, nearly colliding with Chantal. "Chantal! Oh, I'm sorry!" "That's okay, Martin!" She laughed, clutching his arms to steady herself. "What are you doing creeping around in the stairwell?" "Uh, I was waiting for you." "For me? Are you going to escort me to Jean-Claude?" Martin bit his tongue, not wanting to hurt her. "Not really." His hesitation brought a smile to her lips. "I just wanted to ask you a question." "Ask away." "Would you go to the dance with me?" Chantal forgot to breathe for a moment. "The dance?" "Yes, the May Dance. I thought that since you were going to be married soon, that you might consider going with me, just this once." "Martin, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm blind." "Is that so?" He grinned. "Are you deaf also?" "No." "And your legs work?" Chantal laughed. "Yes. They did the last time I tried." "Then you have all the faculties you need to dance." She stepped closer to him. "Then all I need is a date." "Yes." She pressed her lips to his cheek. "I shall ask Jean-Claude and if he gives his blessing, then I will go with you." Martin released her and watched her go, his heart wrestling between sinking and flight. Should I tell her or should I just let her go? I Hope You Dance Ch. 06 Jean-Claude was livid. "He what?" "He asked me to the dance. I told him that I'd ask you but you said you couldn't go anyway." Chantal turned her head toward him. "What's the big deal?" "What's the big deal? The big deal is that my fiancée is going to a dance with another man!" "Really, Jean, you get upset about the most stupid things!" Jean-Claude regarded the beautiful woman for a moment. "You think it's stupid?" "Yes! Martin is just a friend!" "I don't care. I don't want you to go." His tone of voice upset her and she just sat back, completely astonished at his anger. Suddenly, she wasn't sure if marrying him was the right thing to do. His advent into her life had been pretty quick and she realized that many of the things that she had done before had been cut off. Her time with the children became less, she hardly saw Martin and she missed the morning tea breaks that she had with Lisa. Jean-Claude seemed to control everything. Was that what she wanted? "I'm going." "What? Chantal ... " "No. Martin is my friend and I'm going to go with him." Jean-Claude took her hands in his. "Darling, it wouldn't look good if you showed up at this dance with someone who wasn't your fiancée." "Well, that's the great part about it, Jean. Most of us are blind so we won't be 'looking' any way." She stood, her anger quickly building. She didn't like to be manipulated and didn't think that he had been doing that ... had he? Suddenly, her mind was spinning with questions and she stood quickly, wanting some space. "I'll see you tomorrow." "You're leaving already?" She left him and decided that she wanted to see Martin and tell him the good news. He had really been such a good friend to her and she knew that his kind words and companionship would help to get her over her relationship problems. What she heard when she ventured toward his room was not what she expected. "Oh, Chantal." The sound of his voice made goosebumps break out across her skin and she was acutely aware of her nipples drawing up and hardening. It was so ... sexy. No wonder he had stayed to listen to her when she was masturbating. She leaned against the wall, wondering if he had done the same outside her door and let her hand drift over her breasts, tweaking the nubs through the fabric. A deep shiver ran through her as her body responded to her touch and her mind to the passion in his voice. Martin closed his eyes, alternating between applying a light touch or hard stroke to his sensitive cock, his thoughts deeply wrapped around Chantal and imagining that her hand was in place of his. He let his fingers roam over the veined flesh, sliding along the hot stalk and gently encircling the ridge around the fat head before he squeezed it, making a fat drop of pre-cum ooze from the slit. He scooped it up with the palm of his hand and distributed it over the head and coated the length. "Chantal ... " "Yes, Martin?" The breath caught in his throat at the sound of his voice and he tried to cover himself up, surprised to find her hands holding his down. He relaxed and she released him, moving her hands up to his face. Her mouth was sweet and tasted of the butterscotch candies she favored and Martin had never tasted anything as wonderful. Her tongue shyly touched his lips, asking for permission and he granted her access with a whimper. He looped his hands through her luxuriant hair, pushing her mouth harder onto his and letting her control the kiss. She surprised him by pulling back, bending to whisper in his ear. "I know your secret, Martin. I've heard you outside my door." Chantal bit his ear lob as her searching hand found what it was looking for, closing around his hard rod and giving it a long, firm stroke. Martin gasped and trembled in her grasp. She gave him one more kiss before she climbed onto him, releasing him for a moment so that she could take his hand and put it where she wanted it: inside her panties with one finger inside her moist slit. She moaned, rubbing against his hand and shuddered as a small but powerful orgasm moved through her. Martin heard the catch in her breath and turned her over, capturing her mouth with his and spreading her legs apart. The skirt rode up, exposing her wet pink panties and he pushed his own pants down, a large wet circle on the front of his underwear. She suddenly tensed up, aware of his disrobing and tried to push him off. "No, please." "I know you're still a virgin, Chantal. Trust me." Her heart pounding like a drum, Chantal gave a quick shake and settled back onto the bed, hoping that her feelings were right. She felt him push the skirt farther up until it was around her waist and cool air met her hot pussy as his fingers pulled the wet gusset aside and then the heat of his breath as he bent to taste her. The first touch of his tongue made her shiver and the second made her shake uncontrollably. He was so gentle and so passionate at the same time that she felt as if she was an exposed nerve, being scraped every few seconds. Martin knew she was cumming before she did and held her hips tightly as she thrashed about, gasping and whimpering through her orgasm. He licked every inch of her throbbing flesh, swallowing her pearly juices, then sat up, pressing his lips against her so that she could taste herself. Her soft tongue snaked out and cleaned his upper lip and he moaned into her mouth, aroused beyond belief. He moved a little farther between her legs, pushing her knees up and out and laid his cloth-covered prick against her cloth-covered pussy. He settled his mouth against her as he settled his body onto her, making sure to match their mouths together as his prick found the center of her folds. Rocking his hips forward, he ground against her trembling as the material caressed his cock and the heat of her answering pussy surrounded it. She quivered as well, moving against him and raising her legs more until her ankles were locked around his back and her arms around his neck. She fell into his steady rhythm, thrusting against him on the upstroke and whimpering each time his thick muscle pressed against her. The added pressure of his fat head on her clit made her feel like shouting but she could only groan into his mouth, fully giving herself over to the pleasure he was creating in her. He began to move faster and she matched him, stroke for stroke, gasping at the small twinges until she could finally breathe no more and she was tripping over the edge with him. He pushed hard against her, panting as his cock exploded, sending a wet pool of cum into his underwear and felt heat scorch his face as he realized that she had cum with him. His head dropped to her shoulder and the lovers panted for air, their bodies still vibrating and reaching out to each other. He couldn't see the beatific smile on Chantal's lovely face nor could he see how her heart was leaping for joy. She knew what to do now. Martin moved aside as she got up, helping her re-arrange her clothing and straightening her mussed hair. His heart was in his throat because she hadn't spoken a word and he was afraid that he'd gone too far. His worries were swept away by her gentle kiss on his cheek. "Pick me up at my room at seven." "At seven? But the dance doesn't start until ... " "I know." She picked up her cane and walked over to the door, imagining the look on his face. "Oh, and I hope you dance." I Hope You Dance Ch. 07 The day of the dance came and Jean-Claude found himself at Silverglen. He had postponed a hot date tonight because he simply couldn't stand the idea of Chantal in someone else's arms. He had her right where he wanted her and he had to make sure that she remained there. He'd spent too much money and he needed hers to bail him out of his situation. Plus, he needed the money to pay off Horace, the man that was going to make his baby problem go away. Katie would suffer a fall down a flight of stairs and voilá, no more baby. But he needed the money and marrying Chantal was the way to the pipeline. He was surprised to hear soft music coming from her room and the smell of burning candles filled the air with the scent of roses. Straightening his tie, he knocked on the door. "Who is it?" "It's Jean-Claude, mon amour. Open up." Fear leaped in Chantal's heart and she took a few steps back from the door. "I'm not feeling well, Jean. Please go away." "Then let me in. I can help you." "No. Just go away. I'll see you tomorrow." "Jean-Claude!" His innards withered into dust when he heard Katie's voice. "I thought you told me you weren't going to see her anymore!" "I have to see her, Katie. Now please, go." "No, Jean-Claude. I'm going to tell her the truth." Katie made a move to knock on Chantal's door and Jean-Claude bear-hugged her, pulling her back. Katie screamed and Martin came running up the stairs, just as Chantal flung the door open. "Help me!" "What the hell is going on?" Jean-Claude released the woman, moving his angry glare from Katie to Martin and then to Chantal, who was dressed in a filmy nightgown and robe. He noticed the candles lit in her room and sneered. "I thought you weren't feeling well." "I wasn't." She reached out and Martin put his arm out for her. "Until Martin arrived." She moved closer, sighing when he wrapped his arm protectively around her waist. "Where's Katie? I heard her scream." "I'm right here, Chantal, and I have to talk to you." "Katie was just leaving," Jean-Claude turned his dark beady eyes on the trembling woman, causing her to move back against Martin's side. "Weren't you?" "N-No. I wasn't" She gulped, giving Martin a quick smile of appreciation when he put his arm around her shoulders. "Chantal, I'm pregnant." "Great. You're pregnant." Jean-Claude violently grabbed her arm, trying to wrench her away from his fiancée. "Now, will you get the fuck out of here!" "It's Jean-Claude's baby." "What?" Chantal's response was so light that Martin thought that she was going to pass out. "Don't listen to her, Chantal. She's just jealous ... " "Then listen to me." Martin said, staring at the Frenchman. "He's a liar, Chantal. He fucks every girl that will let him." "That's bullshit!" "Then why don't you tell Chantal where you were two days ago?" "She knows I was here." "Then why don't you tell her who you met in the west stairwell." Jean-Claude's face went white and he turned to Chantal, watching the tears fill her eyes. "I didn't meet anyone. I was here to see her." "He met me, Chantal." Katie spoke up, her eyes downcast. "I sucked him off in the stairwell. We usually meet downstairs, near the janitor's office because he likes to do it in the big closet but he was running late that day." She paused. "And he'd already fucked someone else because I could taste her." "Oh, my God!" Chantal gasped, covering her mouth. She abruptly pushed away from Martin, grabbing for the door jamb. "I can't believe this." "Chantal ... " Both men spoke her name at the same time and she backed away, tears streaking her face. "I trusted you." She sobbed, turning toward Martin. "I trusted you with everything." "And you can still trust me, Chantal. I just didn't want to hurt you." "So you didn't tell me that the man I was going to marry was a whore?" "Now, wait a minute ... " Jean-Claude stepped forward, his face reddening with anger. "No, you wait. I don't ever want to see you again!" She spat, retreating a few steps, then turning to Martin. "And I don't want to see you, either!" The door slammed shut and Jean-Claude, Martin and Katie stood in the hallway, staring at each other. Katie ran off in a storm of tears and Jean-Claude fixed Martin with his best angry glare, storming off like a petulant child. Only Martin remained outside her door, touching the wood and hearing the faintest sounds of Chantal's tears within. "Chantal! Chantal, please!" "Go away!" Martin closed his eyes, tears pricking his eyes as he thought about how he had hurt the woman he'd fallen in love with and how he'd thrown their future away. I Hope You Dance Ch. 08 Martin watched the students and their escorts whirl around the dance floor. Though he was pleased with their promise, he felt empty inside when he should be as proud as a father. For some of these students, this dance marked the end of their time at Silverglen and within the next few days, they'd be heading out on their own and he had helped every single one of them along. But the hole in his heart belonged to one of the matriculating students. Chantal. The look of betrayal on her face haunted him and even now, made his heart thump painfully. "May I have this dance?" "No, thank you." He shook his head, looking down to keep from weeping. "But I had hoped that you would dance with me. All the girls say that you're the best." Martin slowly turned, looking up into Chantal's face and stood, taking her outstretched hands. He pulled her to him, giving her a deep, heartfelt embrace. "I didn't think you'd come." "I thought about what you'd done, Martin, and I know that you were just trying to protect me but I don't want to be protected like that." "I'm sorry." "You should be. You almost let me marry the frog when my prince was right in front of me." Martin's heart skipped a beat when her fingers touched his cheek and he pressed his lips into her palm. "Don't ever do that again. Promise?" "I promise." "Good. Now dance with me." Martin spun her out onto the floor and they joined the other dancers. Chantal had never laughed so much as she did in Martin's arms. During fast songs, he held her tightly and let her follow his rhythm and on slow songs, he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her, making her feel wanted and loved. "You know why I'm such a good dancer, Chantal?" "No, why?" "Because I'm blind, too." Chantal stopped, sightlessly gazing at the man across from her. "You are?" "I can see some light and blurry figures but I can't see much of anything else. But I've always loved dancing. That's how we came up with the idea of incorporating dance lessons in with regular studies. It teaches a lot about movement and how to feel air flow." "I'm sure it does." She paused, moving closer. "You're an amazing man, Martin." Her mouth touched his and sparks flew behind her eyelids, her pussy answering in kind. His hands slid down her back and playfully gave her rump a squeeze. She broke the kiss, whispering, "Now take me home." * * * * * He started slowly, letting his hands learn her from her long, silky hair to her crooked toes. Chantal laid back on the bed, naked and giggling as his fingers tickled her smooth armpits and the small of her back. His fingertips felt the soft down that covered her pussy and the gathering moisture that leaked from its soft folds. He had tried to remain a gentleman: gently disrobing her, passionately kissing her and holding her softly but when he felt the tremble that snaked through her when he touched her mound, he lost it. Martin bent down, pulling her thighs open and buried his face in her fragrant snatch. Chantal immediately responded with a low moan, rotating her hips upward and widening her legs. He reached up and grabbed her hands, putting them on the back of his head and she took the hint, grinding against his tongue and mouth until she was vibrating from an intense orgasm. She pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss, loving the taste of her pussy on his lips and gasped when he dropped down, quickly found a nipple, sucking it hard. She grew impatient and pulled him up again, this time so that his hard cock rested inside her slit. "Are you sure?" "Are you?" She touched his face, wishing that she could see him. "Are you sure you want to be with me?" "I'm absolutely sure, Chantal. I've loved you since I kissed you in the lobby." "Fuck you." She said softly, a smile creasing the corners of her mouth. Martin just stared at her dumbfounded. "Did you hear me? Fuck you!" Martin swooped down and kissed her, silencing her foul language as he had that day and letting his cock slowly slide into her until he reached the barrier. Raising his hands, he cupped her nipples, then gave them a pinch as he pushed into. Chantal's body bucked upward and she stiffened, a gasp of pain stuck in her throat. He released her mouth and bent to suckle, taking her mind off of the fleeting pain and waiting until she was responding to his sucking, then began to move. A burst of electricity climbed her spine as his cock moved inside her and she instinctively pushed against him, taking more of her inside her sodden hole. Martin whimpered, his cries lost against the soft skin of her neck as he took them to the next level and then the next. Her hands curled around his and he intertwined their fingers, holding her arms above her head as he rammed into her. She could barely breathe and her climax overtook her, slamming into her like nothing she'd ever felt before. Martin growled seconds later and made a last thrust, emptying himself into the condom and gasping her name with each spurt. Finally, they lay still, hearts pounding and arms locked around each other. Chantal snuggled against him and sighed happily when his arms tightened around her. Silently, she thanked God for the accident for without it, she would never have met him and prayed that there would be years of dancing to come.