She smiles patiently, perhaps my reaction is normal and she's used to it, but she leaves, without saying a word to me. The car pulls away and I’m left standing outside my home. I feel empty inside. It seems that Nathan Gunn has finished with me. Perhaps I no longer entertain him.
* * *
Celeste: New Person
I’m soon back at the dancing academy, and all is in a panic. Clarice, the lead female dancer, has had a breakdown. She cannot dance on the opening night, which is only a week away. They are discussing a replacement, when I enter. They thought I wouldn’t be able to take the role, because of my foot, but I soon put them straight on that. I'm fit and ready to dance. This is meant to be. I've followed the lead for weeks, and I know every single step and move. And, right now, I want nothing more than to immerse myself in something that takes my mind off Nathan. I could die with unhappiness right now. How could my expansion be so bitter sweet? I longed to be in his arms, longed to do his bidding. His absence burned at my heart. Nothing's going to stop me taking on the role, and I tell the troupe so in no uncertain terms. When I leave them, to see to other business, I see something on their faces that I've never seen before: respect.
Even my own parents hadn’t realized I'd been absent. It seems I've become insignificant in their lives. A nobody. Someone so easy to forget. Well, not any more. That little mouse is gone. The people around me will take not of my strong presence from now on. I will no longer be overlooked like a piece of shitty furniture. My first change is my home life. It is high time I moved out of my parents' house – even though I have my own apartments there – and started to be more independent. I have money. A bequest from my Grandmother has given me a tidy sum. I'm able to access some of it, though not all, as it isn't released until I’m 21. I’m certain the attorney in charge of the funds will release some money for an apartment.
Next on my list is my parents. Both are out of the country and I call them, starting with my mother. They are each of them shocked when they realize it's me phoning. In the past, I have never bothered with them when they are away. I keep it brief, informing them of the opening night. I more or less demand my expectations, of them being there to support me. Both promise profusely not to miss it. I believe them too, as I sense a change in me, even over a cell phone. They will be curious to see exactly what's going on with this daughter of theirs, who has never made a demand in her life. I’ll just tell them I attended a training course to improve my confidence. Which, in reality, is what I have done.
There’s a lot for me to catch up with in the rehearsals, so I work flat out to make sure I don’t lose my place. If anything, I’m going to give the performance of a lifetime. Every moment of my wakeful day, I spend practicing my choreography. The academy delight in my efforts, and my popularity increases daily.
There’s only one thing missing now, and that is Nathan Gunn. Even out of the Audience Club setting, I miss him. Whist I feel strong with my new found confidence and persona, I do wish I could see him. Just being around him would lift me and strengthen my confidence even further, I just know it. He seems like a forbidden garden of Eden to me.
Although I feel wonderfully light and regrettably sad at the same time, I do have a little first night nerves. Seeing him would dispel such worries. I chide myself to stop giving all of my attention to a man who clearly wanted nothing to do with me. I will perform, and I will perform well. Who know's what this could do for my career as a dancer?
In my mind I keep a strong image of him though. His tall strong frame, his large broad shoulders and hard muscular arms. When he stood opposite me on the stage that last evening, I thought he would take me. At the last moment he seemed to hesitate, and I wish he hadn’t. I wish we had forgotten the world was watching, and made mad passionate love right there and then. Yet, it was not to be. Instead he stormed off and out of my life. Now, I miss him so terribly. In that short time he was in my life, he became a part of me. He showed me the way to find my true inner self. I love the new confident me, but I want to share my joy with him. It’s time to plan a way to get in touch with him, and see if he misses me too. I need do try and convince him that he feels the same way. Because I'm suddenly sure that he does. I don't know why he's keeping me at arms length, but I sure as hell know it's not what he really wants.
“I follow all your instructions and still you pick at it,” a female voice rants in my ear. “You no like?”
“Oh, yes, it’s exactly what I wanted, Maria,” I tell the family cook. “I’m just not hungry.”
“You appetite go with that quiet girl you used to be,” she says, looking serious at me. “What happen to you? You force me to cook you strange food, and then you pick!” Her hands go up in the air in a dramatic motion.
“The food is perfect, Maria,” I try to explain as she has made such an effort that I demanded of her. “Please keep giving me it. I need plenty of energy for my dancing. I have to be strong and build up my muscle power. Honestly, Maria, I appreciate your time and effort.”
She stops and looks at me. Before, I would never speak a word to the staff that bustle around my parents' home. Now, here I am having a full blown conversation with the cook.
“I like the new you,” she bursts out, smiling at me. “But don’t pick. EAT!”
Then she leaves me picking at my food, chattering in her own language to herself. I’m sure she isn’t angry with me, in fact I can detect a motherly tone to her words, even if I don’t understand them. I’m finally getting to know the people around me. In turn they're getting to know the real me. I like it, and I think they like me in return.
I recall that it is three weeks exactly, since I first attended the group; Bold Moves. That probably means they have a meeting tonight. That’s where I'll find him. If he won’t come to me, then I will go to him.
* * *
Celeste: Reunion
As I open the door, I see Nathan in his usual seat, addressing the group. He looks up, and just for a fleeting second I see a flicker of a smile on his lips, but then he turns away, and ignores me. For me, I’m so excited to see him that I feel a little giddy and lightheaded. I sit enthralled by his commanding performance in center stage, and remember my first time here. Coffee break arrives and I stay in my seat. He hasn’t introduced me to the group, or approached me, so I stay sat, and speak to no one. No one speaks to me either, they’re all too shy to approach a stranger. I don’t know what to make of this, so I decide to go and sit in my car. It started raining and and I make a dash across parking lot to the dry haven of my car. Pondering on my own thoughts as the rain patters on the roof, I wonder just what I could have done wrong. Why won't Nathan won’t even acknowledge my presence? The rain bounces off the roof of the car even heavier. It's a little hypnotic, and I begin to drift into a day dream.
The sound of chattering brings me out of my reverie, and I realize the group has ended. I look over at the building to the door which is shut and locked for the night. Oh no. I’ve missed him. I was going to catch him when he came out. As I look around, I spot a car that is parked on the other side of the lot. Is that his car? I walk over to it, oblivious to the drenching I'm getting. The rain still pounds down and visibility is poor. I can’t tell if there’s anyone inside the vehicle, or not. It isn’t until I get right up to the driver’s window, that I spot him. He turns to face me, and I can see his face in the dim light. He looks unhappy, in fact, he looks like he is crying. I try the door to see if it’s locked, and it opens. Soon, we are embracing as I lean in to the car, and he weeps onto my shoulder. We remain like that for what seems like forever. I hug his head and stroke his hair. I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable. He’s always so in command of himself.
“I thought I’d lost you, Celeste,” he says to me.
I wipe his face dry with my hands, “What did I do, Nathan?” I ask, still puzzled by him. “I thought I’d done everything you asked of me.”
“You did everything, and more. You were the perfect student. It was the session
with Patrick. It wasn’t arranged by me. One of my colleagues looked to cause trouble for me. I was furious when I saw you and him wrapped up in each other. I felt like you had betrayed me. It ripped me apart, Celeste. I couldn't get the imagery out of my head. You with another man. You were Mine. All mine, and then I find out you're sharing yourself with someone else?” He rubbed furiously at his eyes and drew in a deep breath. “Then I tried to punish you, but I only ended up punishing myself. I thought you’d be best getting back to your life. Your confidence has grown so much.”
“Nathan, I AM yours” I say, as I hold his hand and pull him out of the car. “You own me, and I couldn't be happier by the idea of it. I only ever wanted to be with you, Nathan. Please, don’t leave me again,” I beg him.
He steps out of the car, and soon he’s looming over my petite frame. We stand there hugging. The rain pours on us both, soaking us, but neither of us care.
“You’re shivering,” he says, holding me tight. “Come on, let’s sit in the back while we talk.”
We clamber into the back of his car. The moment he shuts the door and turns to face me, our lips brush together. A spark of electricity passes between us, and we cannot resist one another any longer. Tonight, Nathan is to become my lover. Never before have I wanted a man so much.
Our kissing is passionate and fevered as our lips lock together. Mouths open, and tongues entwined, as we melt into each other. Our actions are urgent and full of rough ardor, as his hands roam everywhere, touching, squeezing, caressing. Although we are in a confined space, soon my wet coat is discarded, and my blouse unbuttoned. His hands are quickly behind my back, and with an expert touch he has my bra unfastened. I feel my breasts fall free, only to be captured in his huge hands. I moan into his mouth, as he tweaks and pulls on my already extended sensitive buds.
“Oh, Nathan," I breathe in his ear. "I’ve so longed for this moment," I sigh. "Please take me," I beg. "Here and now.”
My hand drops down onto his lap and I brush against his erection. It's like he has a bar of iron in his pants. Fascinated by how hard he is, and curious to see it in the flesh, I unbutton his pants. Pulling down his zipper, I release his stiff manhood. Never had I been so forward in sexual acts. Before, I was passive and subdued. Tonight, I want to show Nathan how much I yearn for him. Pulling away from our kiss, I stare at his erection. It protrudes from his pants, and is a huge thick shaft, topped by a dark purple tip. Its one eye seems to stare back at me, and the throbbing forces it to sway. I feel hypnotized. Without realizing what I'm doing, I bend forward, until it is a mere inch from my lips. Taking a deep breath, I inhale his musky odor. It is a strong, but clean, masculine smell. I know what I want to do. I have a need to taste him. Without waiting a moment longer, I completely engulf the tip of his cock into my mouth, and suck on it. My lips are stretched to the extreme by his huge member, and I lay my head on his lap, savoring the taste of his manhood. Encouraged by his moans of ecstasy, I begin to move my head up and down his shaft. Pushing it as far into the back of my throat as I can. Soon, my head bobs, as my lips move up and down his shaft, and I suck at his cock. This is the first time I have done this, yet it feels so natural. My mouth is soon flooded with a salty fluid. His pre-cum spurs me on further. I want him to ejaculate in my mouth. I wanted to swallow his seed. I love him and want to perform this perfect act of submission for him. With that in mind, I speed up my bobbing, which pushes the tip of his cock all the way to the back of my throat. Then, I slide my lips back up, until just the tip is laying balanced on the end of my tongue. I'm so engrossed in my act of debauchery, I forget I'm in the back of a car in a public parking lot. It is with a bitter disappointment, that I'm forced to stop when he pulls my head away. His erection is free from my mouth, with an audible pop.
“No. Not this way. I need to be inside of you.” Nathan’s voice strains with lust, and his movements are urgent and determined. Soon, my skirt is around my waist. My panties lay in a heap on the car floor. His hands moved dextrously and with purpose. I try to stretch my legs as wide as possible, as his fingers probe my wetness. The space is too limited and I have to satisfy myself with writhing my hips up and down on his digits that aptly slip in and out of me. He brushes my sensitive clit with his thumb, and sends jolts of electricity coursing through my body. As much as his probing fingers are giving me pleasure, I yearn for more; much more. Again, surprised at my own sense of confidence, I straddle his lap. There I hold myself up by my knees. My pussy now hovers just above his erection. Without any further words or encouragement, I lower myself down. The tip of his manhood touches my labia lips. Holding it there for a brief second, I relax my legs. His cock slips into my wetness. All the way up, until he is completely embedded inside of me. I can feel his wiry pubic hair brushing against the inside of my legs.
We fuck, in that position. I ride his thick pole, while he thrusts up inside of me. His hands are all over my tits, pinching my nipples and kneading the soft flesh. He's so big, I've never felt so full in my life. My labia stretches to accommodate his broad girth. At first it hurts, but not in a bad way. Our fucking is furious, and passionate. In no time, I feel a welcoming warmth, as the tip of his cock hammers away at my uterus. It starts in the pit of my stomach, before it rushes through me like a tidal wave. Screaming out my passion as my orgasm wracks my body, I don't care if anyone passes by the car and can hear. Nathan wraps his arms around me. He crushes me to his chest. His head is next to mine and I hear a guttural noise from his throat. His thick shaft swells to a new width, as he climaxes too. Our timing is perfect as we orgasm in unison.
We stay in that position for a few moments longer. Both of us needing to recover from the exertions of passionate sex. I feel a warm glow all over me. A product of the closeness and intimacy of being with someone you love. I'm happy and content, and could fall asleep just like this, coupled to Nathan forever. I'm sure I would have, if he hadn’t made the first move. We dress and kiss, promising to see each other the next day.
* * *
Hold Me Close Tiny Dancer
I tried. Tried so hard to get Celeste out of my head. Told myself she was just another client, someone that needed my help. I was angry for letting my emotions slip, and reminded myself that I'm a professional. None of that helped. My feelings for this young woman are undeniable. When I saw her performing on the stage with Patrick, my whole world flipped upside down. I'm a master at getting my own way, of being in charge, but she has changed all that. Now, I feel it is me who is the weak one. I know I don’t own her, but I want to. I wanted her to be mine. That’s why I'm trying my best to push her out of my life. In my mind, if she isn’t around, then I can forget her. Only it hasn’t worked out that way. Since she left the club, I cannot get Celeste out from under my skin.
Then, out of the blue, she turns up at the group meeting. To be honest I'd secretly hoped she would. When she walked through the door, it lifted my spirits immediately. Yet my DOM nature kicked in, and I tried to act cool and uninterested. When I got around to accepting her, she had gone. My fledgling had flown, and I thought I had blown it. Instead, I ended up making love to the woman I love, in the back of my car. We pledge ourselves to each other, for the rest of our lives.
Now, I sit here and watch the ballet, surrounded by people who are enthralled by her performance. We are all enamored by her beauty; this petite female who had the shy stutter, and fearful glances is anything but socially inept now. Her graceful body has enraptured me and the audience, as she glides gracefully across the stage. I feel a jealousy that I have to share her with the audience. I wish it was a dance just for me. Me, and me alone. In reality, I will never keep her from her adoring public. Through them, she will bloom, Celeste will show the world how stunning she is. She is the perfect Odette, the true star of the show. When she told me of playing the role in Swan Lake, at such short notice, I worried for her. If it was too much strain, it might only serve to shrink back into her shell. Yet, there she is for all the world to see. Blooming, like the rare
rose she is. I love that woman up there on the stage. By the sound of my fellow members in this audience, they love her too. Her performance, considering it’s her first night, is astounding. She deserves the best a man can give, and that is what I want to give her. All that I am. All that I can be. I am in love with a swan, and I will treasure her, with all my heart.
All week I have been in a dream. After Nathan made love with me in his car, I can think of nothing but his strong arms. I wanted him to never release me. When I saw his tears, it broke my heart. I fixed him with my love, and he fixed me with his.
As I dance to the music, I perform for my love of Nathan. Out there are hundreds of watchers, but my dance is for Nathan alone. Each turn, every Arabesque, Pirouette and Relevé, is just for him. He is the other half of my beating heart. My love for him is so strong. I hear the music, and I feel that we, together ARE the music. We ARE the dance.
Then, as I finish a scene, I see a figure standing out in the auditorium. I know that it is him. He has come to see me. I want to touch him, hold him, kiss him. The music fades and I flutter off the stage, towards him. He is here, for me, and I want him so bad.
We meet, and I am embraced within his arms, smelling his scent, tasting his skin.
“They adore you,” he says to me. Only then do I hear the applause.
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