by Kara Sparks
Her words make images dance through my mind. I picture Nate as he was in my kitchen. Standing there with one of my small white towels wrapped around his hard body. What I wouldn’t give for him to have dropped that towel and bend me over a counter, slamming me hard from behind.
“Hello? Earth to Holly?” Sasha waves a hand in front of my face, breaking me from my reverie. “Do I even want to know what’s going on up there?”
“Just things that are never going to happen.” I sigh reluctantly.
“Why not hit the Fling King up? Let him give you a good seeing to with that python between his legs. A girlfriend of mine used Nate to get over a bad breakup, and she said it worked perfectly.”
“I dunno. He’s been with so many girls. Don’t you think that would be intimidating? I feel like I couldn’t compare. And what’s to say he’d even go with me Sash, he’s—”
“Girl you are out of your mind crazy if you think that fool wouldn’t bend over backwards for you. Look around you girl, every damn guy walking by is checking you out. If Notorious Nate don’t want a piece of your fine ass, he’s out of his damned mind. He took you back home didn’t he?”
“I guess. I just wish I wasn’t so drunk, fuck. He’s so fucking dreamy, and I messed it up big time.”
Sasha pulls her phone out and starts tapping away at the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m messaging Nate. I’m helping you to forget about Lucas.”
I reach my hand out and snatch her phone out of her hands.
“Hey!”
“You don’t have to message him. I ran into him earlier on my way here.”
Sasha’s eyes widen in excitement. “I knew you were hiding something from me! What happened?”
“I think he might have asked me out on a date. He said he wants to go for drinks.”
A broad grin takes over Sasha’s face, and she’s practically dancing in her seat. “And what did you say?!”
“I said I’d message him.”
She nods slowly as if I made a wise decision. “Oh girl, that right there is confirmation that your boy is down to fuck. Go out with Nate, let him lay you down all horizontal and forget all your troubles as he makes your body melt into orgasm central.”
I scoff on my drink, nearly coughing it up. “I don’t know Sash, maybe another man is the last thing I need right now.”
“You’re exactly right.” She says. “And that’s why you’re not getting a man. You’re getting a Grade A, sex machine from the planet orgasm. He’s been sent back in time to make pussies scream, and his sights are set on you.”
“Why are we friends again?”
Sash knocks back the last of her drink and winks at me. “Because you love me bitch.”
When I get home from work, I jump in the shower and wash the day’s grime away from my body. I still haven’t worked up the courage to message Nate, but when I finish drying my hair, I notice there’s a message in my Inbox. It’s from Nate.
Hey,
Got tired of waiting for your message, so I decided to stalk you. (Hope that isn’t creepy?) I’m still up for a drink tonight if you’re interested. I help out at the community center until 8pm. After that I’m all yours. There’s a great bar on the beach front called Gino’s. I’ll be there from 8:30pm if you want to grab a drink with me.
-Nate.
I hold the phone in my hand for a moment, not sure if I really believe that the message is real. This is it, this is my second invitation and second chance at not making a fool of myself in front of the Fling King. There’s a nervousness in my stomach that is bordering on nausea, and my whole body feels hot from anticipation. Maybe Sasha is right, and the best thing for me right now is a good old fashioned fuck. Lucas and I never exactly had the best chemistry, and our brief time together always just felt kind of stagnant. It’s not like we didn’t get on, but he never seemed that interested in me when it came to the bedroom.
I assumed the lack of chemistry was probably something to do with me, but learning about his affair might explain part of it away. Mind blowing sex is something I have never really experienced, and I’m half convinced that everyone else is making it up. The reviews surrounding Nate’s prowess are certainly enticing, however. I’ve never actually met a girl that’s been wooed by him, but I’ve certainly heard enough stories through the grapevine to know that is prowess knows no bounds.
Still, my history of sexual mediocrity niggles away at me. There’s no way my brain would ever let me sleep with Nate and not have some internal angst crisis over it. Going out with him might be fun tonight, but I’m definitely not setting out with the intention of having sex. I’m still raw from the break up with Lucas—even if he is a cunt—and throwaway sex with a random stranger will probably only make me feel worse.
I get the impression that Nate is good fun though, and his company might help cheer me up. As he took the liberty to ‘stalk’ me, I return the favor and have a look at the schedule for the community center tonight to see what is scheduled before 8pm. The schedule pops up on my phone, and my mouth drops into a smile when I see what is lined up.
Mondays - 7pm - 8pm: Salsa lessons for retirees.
Is this really what Nate is doing with his free time on Monday evenings? Notorious Nate… the Fling King… is teaching Salsa to old grannies?
Jumping from the chair, I skip over to my wardrobe and look for something suitable to wear. I settle on a billowy red dress that falls around my thighs. It’s casual enough to look like I haven’t tried, but it also makes me look damned sexy. Not that I’m trying to be sexy of course.
I make the executive decision to bring the start time for our date forward a few hours and rush around the house trying to get ready in time. I hope Nate’s not a shy dancer, because I’m about to crash his volunteering session.
It might even be fun.
5
NATE
I’m halfway through warming up the class, when I look up to see her stood at the edge of the room, watching me with her arms crossed, a huge smile plastered across her face.
I finish up welcoming the senior citizens and tell them to pair up and do some basic starter movements. With the room distracted, I walk over to Holly. She pushes herself off the wall and steps toward me, her eyes positively sparkling in the low light of the room.
She’s wearing a billowy red dress which falls mid-thigh, and she’s tied her hair up, leaving two bands to fall at the side of her face. Radiant is the word that comes to mind, and my cock lunges in my trousers at the sight of her. She came here to surprise me; she looks sexy as fuck, and I’m positively stunned by her beauty.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re stalking me.” I say, dragging my eyes up and down her body. It’s going to be really hard concentrating on the class with Holly in here to distract me.
“I thought I’d pay you a surprise.” She smirks. “I wanted to see what Notorious Nate got up to in his spare time.”
I step to the side and proudly wave my hand over the hall of ambling senior citizens. “This is my pride, joy and guilty pleasure on Monday evenings. It might be a little dorky, but my Grandmother used to salsa dance, and this is my way of remembering her.”
Her face falters momentarily, and her eyes are boring into mine, flushed with concern. “That’s so sweet Nate…” She trails off, looking for something else to say. “You look very dashing.”
I look down, wondering what she means. Dancing can work up a sweat, and I keep my attire simple. Black trousers, and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Her eyes are glued to my forearms for some reason.
“You look pretty damn beautiful yourself.” I say, not holding anything back. I don’t feel like beating around the bush with Holly. She’s honestly one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen—if not the most beautiful—and she deserves to know it.
“Thanks.” She blushes and shoots her eyes down to the ground.
“So you dance?” I ask.
Suddenly she gets all shy. “Me? Oh no. I actually just came to watch. I’ll leave the dancing to—”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I rush forward and grab her hand and pull her across the room before she has a chance to say no. The group are probably thoroughly warmed up by now. I pull Holly right to the front beside me and turn down the music blaring out of the speaker on the table.
“Okay class, I’d like to introduce you all to Holly, she’s a good friend of mine.”
The old dears in the room all coo their approval at the sight of Holly. I can tell from the looks in their eyes that they assume there is something between us, so I wrap my hand tight around her waist and pull her close. Holly lets out a nervous laugh under her breath but keeps her smile nice and wide.
“Holly is actually one of the youngest people ever to win the Salsa world championships. And I thought it would be fun to bring her along tonight to give you all a few pointers.”
I look over to see her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull. She’s too polite to let the old dears down, and I half suspect she’d go on with my lie all night if she could. “I’m just winding you up guys. Holly is a friend of mine and she’s here for lessons too. I’ll be her partner tonight. I want you all to get into starting positions and face off against your partner. The first step. Finding the beat.”
My class quickly falls into their routine, observing the first step of my lessons: finding the beat. I clasp one hand on Holly’s waist and take her hand in the other. I pull her close and she swallows at something, looking at me like a deer in the headlights.
“I really don’t know how to dance.” She says as the music chirrups from the CD player on the table behind us.
“Nonsense.” I pull her closer until our bodies are touching. “Dancing is all about rhythm, and rhythm is all about finding the beat.”
“How do I do that?”
“Like this.” I tighten my hand around hers and roll my hips in time to the beat of the light flamenco music behind us. With a hand against the small of her back, I guide her body to move in time with mine. My tutoring is never this upfront with my older clientele. I tend to hang back quite a bit. Most of the old dears aren’t limber enough to salsa properly, they just like to come here and line dance to exotic sounding music.
I have no qualms getting up close and personal with Holly though, and judging from the heat pouring off her body, she has no issue with it either. The CD moves onto the next track and I slow my hips. “You try this one.”
“Um…okay.” Her eyes flick down. We stay in the same stance, but she starts to roll her hips against mine. She finds the beat in an instant, and her body moves in time to it like an expert. “Like this?”
“That’s it.” I move my body against hers back in time with the beat, embellishing on her movement a little. Our bodies are so close to each other that we’re practically dry humping. Her eyes stare into mine with a deep well of affection, the blacks of her pupils blown wide with want. I lean in closer, getting a better taste of her perfume. She’s all I want. She’s divine.
The hour with the senior citizens flies by. There are a few reluctant moments when I have to pull away from Holly to guide the group through the next part of the class. She’s amused to watch when I help some of the old dears with more complicated rhythms.
“I wish you’d dance with me like you do with her.” Ethyl, one of the more outspoken girls says loud enough for everyone to hear. The room erupts in laughter, and I look over to see that Holly is blushing bright red.
The class ends, and the ladies shuffle outside to the minibus that is waiting for them. I head back inside to lock up. It’s just Holly and I now. She gives me a hand returning tables and chairs to the center of the room.
“So what did you think of salsa?”
“Surprisingly fun actually. You’re a good dancer, and an even better teacher.” Her eyes flick down to my crotch once more. I was rock hard the entire time I was pressed up against Holly’s body, and there’s no way she didn’t realize. Judging from the warmth between her legs, I wasn’t the only one that was enjoying it.
“You’re a good student.” I say back. “A lot of people struggle with finding the beat, but you’re a natural if you ask me. I have to say it’s been fun dancing with someone my own age. I haven’t done that in years.”
“You don’t bring any of your girls to the community center with you?”
I scoff while shaking my head. “No, God no. I don’t even dream of mentioning this place to other people. I know the old dears wouldn’t approve if I brought just anyone back here.”
“I’ll take that as a hint that maybe I shouldn’t have come then.”
“Are you kidding? They loved you. If I’m being honest, I was kind of hoping you’d show when I mentioned the class earlier.”
“So you tricked me into coming here?”
I can’t help but smile, she’s somehow weaseled my plan right out of my mouth. I hold my hands up. “Okay, you got me. But you have to admit—dancing is fun.”
“Sure is. So finding the beat is the first part… what comes next?”
We’re standing in a small kitchenette room that runs behind the main room in the community center. I push myself off the counter and close the distance between us.
“The beat is first. After that, is remembering to have a good attitude.”
“A good attitude?”
“Yeah.” I place my hand on her waist and take her hand in my other. Our bodies press together and move slowly to the surrounding silence. “Attitude is just as important as moving in time to the beat. You have to remember to have fun, relax and take it easy. Take a deep breath and let all the stress go.”
She does and I feel her body melt into mine. “Salsa requires that your body is loose and relaxed. If it’s not, you won’t look good dancing, no matter how in time you are.”
Holly pushes her body hard against mine, and I swear a small whimper escapes her lips. She’s rolling her hips up and down, getting me harder than anything. My cock is bulging at my trousers, digging into the damp spot between her legs. Her movement is utterly enticing, and I swear that she’s trying to make me come in my pants.
“Then what?” She asks, her voice all slow and sultry.
“Know your role. Keep your hands coordinated, maintain eye contact…”
I’m literally inches from her lips, and our eyes are locked together in a fierce and passionate gaze. Our hips dig together once more as we circle around the quiet room slowly, her chest falling and rising.
“And my role—what’s that?”
I enjoy sexy talk as much as the next guy. But I’m tired of the pretenses and want to get to the heart of things. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused before, and my cock is burning like fire. I need her.
“Enough of the talk. If you want to fuck, then let’s fuck.” I lean into kiss her, and she pulls back.
“You think I came here to fuck you?”
“Come on Holly.” My eyes flick up and down her body while hot breath rushes from my lungs. “You’ve been grinding up and down my dick all night whilst giving me the eyes. If that isn’t a sign you want me, I don’t know what is.”
She pulls away again now to leave my embrace, but I don’t let her.
“I was just dancing the way you showed me. That’s all this is Nate.”
“So you don’t want to fuck me?”
Everything is still. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I think I even hear hers too. Short and fast breaths rush from her nose. Her eyes flick from my lips to my brow over and over. The lack of answer is the only answer I need. I wrap my arms around her and scoop her up. Next thing she’s on the counter with her legs wrapped around me. Her lips open against mine, flickering with a smile as our mouths entwine.
She tastes delicious. A trickle of incoherent gasps escape her lips and I press my lips against hers harder.
“Just say the word and we can stop.” I tease between long hot kisses.
> Her hands fumble at the buttons on my shirt, working down it frantically as she strips it off completely. I wriggle my arms out and let the shirt fall behind me on the floor, bringing my attention back to her instantly.
She’s dropped the straps from her dress down and pulled the fabric to her belly button. I unclasp her bra and free her breasts, bringing my lips down to worship them with hot kisses.
My name escapes her lips as a breathless sigh of content and her head drops back as I suck her perfect pink nipple between my lips. It’s hard as diamond, and her hot skin feels so good underneath my palms.
“I want you.” She gasps. “I want to forget…”
Forget? Forget what? Who cares. I lift her off the counter momentarily and help her dress fall to her ankles and onto the floor. She’s just wearing her panties now, and they are soaked through with her want for me.
I dig my hips against hers, and she brings her hands to my trousers, fumbling with the belt and then the zip. A second later I stumble out of them and my underwear is the only thing left. Our lips are lost in an endless tangle of furious passion. My hands smooth down her back and I curve my fingers around her cute little butt. She squeaks her approval and scoots forward, pressing her damp panties against my crotch. The sweet floral scent from her sex rises to meet me. Enticing me to come down there and claim it as my own.
She smells heavenly, she smells divine, and my whole world turns red with my want for her. I’ve never felt this charged before in my life. Our lips part momentarily and her large blue eyes stare into mine. The heat between us is hot enough to melt steel, and the iron in my boxer shorts is crying out to be buried deep inside of her.
“Promise that you won’t make fun…” she whispers, her eyes trailing to the floor.
“Fun? Of what?”
She pauses for a moment, and I get the impression she’s worried about something. “I’m just—I’m not very good at this type of thing. I’m not as experienced as you are. I’m probably doing it all wrong, I’m not attractive—”