Mysterious Woes

My Body

Her long toned legs crawled to the center of the stage. Silky white chiffon grazed her thighs, whilst her long platinum blonde hair bounced with every step. Determination coated her every feature. Be it because of the assignment or of something entirely different. To me, she was average. Merely a duckling among the swans I've already had.

Her steel blue eyes flashed and at that moment the music started.

When we first got our assignment in dancing 101, I thought of various other partners, Michelle thought only of me. She was your typical straight girl looking for a thrill and I was your stereotypical lesbian who thought only of a good shag. Dreadful of me, I know.

But true.

She strutted closer to me in varying degrees of steps, her footfalls echoing in the large, empty auditorium. I reciprocated her movements and came to a halt with my hands on her hips. Platinum curls nearly swept the floor as she dipped in my arms, causing her right leg to fold around my middle. As suddenly as she had dipped she came up, glint of mischief in her eyes.

We followed the ritual of several steps, all of which included her being close to me. I thought nothing of it, until she casually grazed my neck with her hand in a way not befitting of our routine.

Michelle and I chose this dance due to the fact that we both love freestyles and we were good at it. For as long as I could remember, she had a crush on me, playful at first bit topics of great romance sprung up on her part on several occasions.

Grabbing her hips once more, I spun her to face me. Sweat now slicked her brow. As planned, she pushed me away, strutting backward. She moved with grace, however there was a sort of lust to her movements. New, so very new.

Just as I gathered my thoughts, she came rushing at me. Effortlessly I lifted her off of the floor into a grand sweep. We spun several times, adding a few spins as we went.

The game has changed it seemed.

She wanted more from me than I was willing to give. Michelle stole a few kisses from me here and there, but it never went further than teasing. She knew I was a women's woman, not a woman's woman. Never really could she grasp the whole concept though.

With grace and poise, I set her to her feet, my hands and her hips touching once again.

One, two, three... Four. One, two, seven nine... Wait what?? Her smirk was plastered to her lips, a way of saying that she knew I'd f**k up. A fire danced within her soul. A quick check of our previous dances set me on the right course yet again.

But this time, it set my heart on a different course entirely. For the first time my heart sped up with the music. My pulse hitched and her hot thigh skin sent waves down my spine. This couldn't be happening.

Her fingers laced at the back of my head, making sure I was securely in her grip. A grin spread her lips, the way I wanted to spread her thighs...

Stop it!!!

She plunged her lips to my neck, breathing hard and fast as she went. A shock went through my lungs. Frantically I scrambled my fingers through her hair and pushed her lips to mine. She opened her mouth, more willing than I have seen her in ages.

This is wrong. So wrong...

With as much force as I could muster, I sent her stumbling back and away from me. "What's wrong? Don't you want me?" her voice was smooth as alabaster, taunting as the devil. "I do, trust me, I do..." my breathing was jagged, not from our half finished dance... "Then why not have your way with me?" she moved closer, fire in her movements. "Because what if I just realised that I want you in another way?" my voice sounded hoarse, even to my own ears. "What way could that be?" her eyes sparkled at my words. "More than a friend. More than a f**k buddy... Maybe I like you. I don't just f**k girls that I like." I walked closer to her, my hand coming to rest on her cheek.

"Then do what you want with my body."

With her words not long spoken, I swept down and kissed her with a renewed fire. We fell in step to the song still playing on repeat and took up our routine with regained strength. Why I had missed her fired spirit and supple soul before, I don't know. But she was new in my eyes. New to my heart.

I guided her with precision, with determination to reach a new goal. We became one with the song.

As the pitch took a sharp turn, so did my lust of the blood for her. Michelle felt it as well.

With our second last turn, I couldn't take it anymore. She reached my arms again, her butt pressed to my stomach. My hands found the lining on either side of her deep V-neck chiffon. I tore. Will every ounce of muscle inside me, I tore her top to shreds. She spun, her now exposed breasts peeking at me. Taunting me. They were hard to the touch.

Surprise wasn't even near her being. She knew. A small grunt filled the air as I drew her close to me. My mouth instinctively went to her earlobe, sucking them with enthusiasm. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, but I swatted her hands away.

Desperate to see her form, I left her ear and fell into a crouch, dragging her already torn dress with me. I first started kissing her under breasts, then moved along her stomach until I reach the top of her central anatomy. She bucked into me, groaning in frustration.

I shot up, taking her lips with mine again. Without her notice, I snaked my hands around her form, cupping her ass firmly, then presumed to make my fingertips travel up her back with added pressure. For now I was exploring her. All the places she didn't want me to explore.

In a grand sweep, just like our dance, I hoisted her legs around my waist. Our kisses started off as sweet, but deepened rapidly to the point where I could feel her moistness on me. I moved us to the back stage where I always kept a stash of essentials.

Her back hit the wall and with it my last piece of restraint finished. My lips broke from hers and travelled down her neck. I made sure to blow a bit on her ear, earning me a bigger pool of wetness on my waist.

Whilst sucking her neck and collarbone, I'd blow the wetness. This went on until her n*****s were as hard as stone. The moment my teeth grazed her n****e she jolted. Her moaning taking on a new pitch. It was heaven.

I sucked and blew on her flesh until she was ready to blow. I sneakily found my way to her center where heat greeted me like an old friend. With the first stroke of my finger over her nub, she dug her nails into my back. All the while our tongues continued at a lively pace. Toying and teasing around her entrance and nub sent withers through her body.

A coat of sweat glistened on her milky white skin, a tell tale sign if her climbing desire. In a calculated moment I positioned us in a way only people of our expertise could pull off. Hers legs were draped over my shoulders, my knees met the hard floor and her back was still pressed hard against the wall. My teeth dug into her inner thigh, making her gasp, whilst my hands kept her hips in place.

I toyed her c**t with my tongue, savoring the sweet taste. Often I could run my tongue down close to her entrance and she'd claw at my arms when I do so. Once I knew she was more than ready, I slipped her off my arms.

Harshly I pushed her, face forward, bending over the baby grand piano's curve. My stash was still there and in two moans on her part, my new appendage was securely in place.

Zero effort was needed for me to slide inside her. She was slick to the touch. I started my onslaught. My rhythm was sloe, tantalizing and teasing, my strap on slowly exploring her insides. But all too soon I couldn't control myself anymore. I picked up my pace by more than she is used to.

Her fingers searched for a place to grips and hold on to, but the surface was as smooth as her skin. A sweet release fell on her whilst I suffered dearly with frustration still. Her body went limp, nearly sagging to the floor.

As quick as possible I sat on the floor, pulling her form with me. She collapsed with no retaliation and waves of pleasure still rocking her. Her breath was heavy, as was mine. Right there I knew the player had finally found her match...

Once recovered, she stood, but I was slow to follow. "So, can I have another chance at this? At us?" my voice was meek, hopeful and careful. She didn't even glance back at me as she took her own stash of clothing out.

"Sorry darling... You can't have my heart, you can't use my mind... But do what you want with my body."