“How am I doing? I’m worried about what they’ll say,” Josh confided. His nerves made me feel less silly about my own and I relaxed a bit, the pounding in my chest subsiding and something like confidence returning.
“You’re doing great. Don’t worry, we’re just here to have fun,” I smiled at him.
“Well, I see somebody’s not a beginner.” It was Lucas, standing behind me, smiling broadly. “Where else have you taken lessons?” he asked.
“Oh, no. This is my first dance class ever,” I replied.
“I can’t believe that!” he exclaimed, his Latin accent lending a joyful lilt to his voice. “A natural! I would have thought you had trained with the best instructors in Argentina!”
“Oh, is that where you’re from?” I asked, smiling like an idiot. He was so handsome, he made me feel like a teenager. I wanted so much to know him more deeply.
“Yes, I am Argentinian through and through,” he laughed. “Which is why I am qualified to say you are made for the tango. And Josh!” he exclaimed, clasping Josh on the shoulders. “You walked right into the door when you arrived, and now here you are, graceful as a swan!”
“I just needed the right partner,” he beamed at me. I was elated. I wasn’t delusional. Maybe I could even be good at this.
“Did you find out where she trained?” Stephanie asked Lucas, approaching us. “You’re a wonderful dancer.”
“She claims it was gifted to her by God,” he said. “This is her first class ever.”
“Well... I mean... I watch a lot of ballroom dance on T.V., and I practice it on my own,” I said, feeling stupid about the admission as soon as I made it.
“Self-taught. Very impressive,” Stephanie said, genuinely.
“But Josh!” Lucas exclaimed, his every statement animated and endearing. “You mustn’t be afraid of her just because she is very pretty. In the tango, you must hold your partner very close. Like this. May I?” He was holding out his hand to me and I realized he wanted to demonstrate with me. I felt my cheeks grow hot, and I gave him my hand. He pulled me in very close until my breasts were pressing into his hard chest. He led me through the steps with such sure hands and stance that it felt effortless. He even threw in some more complicated moves that were too advanced for such a class, but taking his lead, I was able to perform them with ease as our bodies swayed together.
“Just beautiful,” Stephanie said. “You really have something, Jessica.”
Lucas dipped me so low I was hovering over the floor, Lucas’ face hovering over my breasts. I felt dizzy in the moment with pleasure. Then he pulled me to my feet and I realized the magic moment was over.
“You must come to our private rehearsals,” Lucas said, overjoyed. “We’re competing in the World Championship. We could use another set of eyes.”
“Yes, please come!” Stephanie echoed.
“I’d love to,” I agreed. I wanted very much to spend as much time with these two as possible.
“You’re a lucky man to have gotten such a great partner,” Lucas said to Josh. He patted Stephanie on the ass as he made his way to the front of the classroom, and I realized they weren’t just dance partners, but a couple.
“Okay, everyone, gather round! We’ll show you the next steps!”
Chapter 3
The next three weeks were a blur of dancing, laughing, and making fast friends with this beautiful, interesting couple. Between watching them dance and getting individual coaching from them, I found out that Lucas had grown up in Buenos Aires and moved to the States when he finished school, with dreams of becoming a dancer. Stephanie was a small town girl with similar aspirations. The two of them met at a dance club where they’d found each other and blown everyone in the place away with their moves. They’d been in love ever since. It was easy to see why. She was beautiful, warm, and funny. He was handsome, passionate, and animated. And somehow, together, they emitted an unparalleled sexuality. When I watched them dance together, it almost felt too intimate. You could feel how much they wanted each other with their every move and touch. I chastised myself frequently for feeling my pussy grow warm when I watched them, imagining their bodies moving in tandem as I visualized, one by one, items of clothing being removed from their agile bodies. Their performances left you wanting more. Their performances left you wanting both of them, to devour and touch as you pleased.
Today they were trying to master the lift. They rehearsed the moves leading up to it over and over again, wanting to make sure they were ready for the climactic moment that, if done incorrectly, could go disastrously awry. If they pulled it off, it would win them the competition. If they failed, they were done for.
The lift was complicated because of the muscle control involved. It was a very dramatic slow lift. They began on the ground, dancing close, body to body. Gradually he would begin to inch her upward. He’d dance with her limp body, her feet off the ground. She’d curl up in his arms as he got down on his knees, walking her around the stage as both the reduced man who worshiped her and as a caregiver. Together they would begin to rise back up as he came to his feet, lifted her over his head, and she lay limply staring up at the ceiling as he triumphantly carried her to where the two characters they’d created would make love. He’d then drop her, letting her fall a good two feet, before catching her again and laying her down on the ground. The dance ended with him slowly lowering himself down on top of her, the music fading out, the lights going to black as he closed in on her. It was dramatic and beautiful. A tango that told a story.
Watching the two of them was excruciatingly exquisite. I wanted to be them and I wanted to be with them. Their grace and poise were infused with wild, passionate grabbing of each other. You could see how their fingers dug into each other’s flesh. Their dancing was somehow delicate and crass at the same time. It was the attitude that sold it. It was their emotion that left me aching to run home and touch myself, seeking relief.
Now, she was above his head. They were about to do the drop. They’d been at it for hours, and I could see Lucas’ muscles straining. I told them they should take a break, but they were vehement that they could improve -- they just needed to keep at it. I didn’t know what they were talking about -- I saw no way they could improve their incredible performance. But still, they had persevered. And I watched as, for the first time, Lucas’ arms began to shake. His hand slipped, and she began her descent sooner than intended. I watched in slow motion as she came crashing to the ground. She came down on her knee hard, and I heard her howl out in pain. Her scream echoed in the empty rehearsal room dramatically.
It seemed like nobody did anything for an eternity, but it was really only a fraction of a second before both Lucas and I lunged for her, making sure she was okay.
“Where does it hurt?” Lucas asked, cradling her head as she winced in pain.
“Did you break anything?” I asked. I gently grazed the skin of her knee with my hand. She cried out again and I withdrew, feeling guilty for hurting her again.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I know it hurts. But we need to see if it’s broken. Can you wriggle your toes?”
“Yeah... I can do that.”
“Can you bend and straighten your leg?”
She attempted to stretch out her leg, and her face looked pained. She bent it again, and at a certain point, she could bend no further, letting us know by sucking in a sharp gasp of pain.
“That’s enough. I’m sorry. But we had to check. I don’t think it’s broken,” I said, grabbing her ankle tenderly, a safe spot that seemed like it wouldn’t cause her pain. My thumb rubbed reassuring circles on her ankle as she returned her breathing to normal.
“Your knee is swelling up,” Lucas said, kissing her sweetly on the temple. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, it was an accident,” she said. “But... what are we going to do?”
“Don’t you think you’ll recover before the competition?” I asked.
“I’m no
t sure, but... Lucas! What are we going to do?” she clutched at his arm, looking tortured. It was awful to see her in this state. She was normally so sunny and optimistic.
“There’s always next year,” I reassured her.
“No, there’s not,” Lucas said. “We aren’t getting enough students. Our space desperately needs renovations. This competition is our last chance. We have to boost our studio’s profile. And the prize money would help us renovate the space.”
“I’ll be fine,” Stephanie said. “I can do it.”
“No, you can’t. Look at how swollen it is. We need to take you to the doctor. I won’t have you risk your dancing career so you can get through one competition.”
“Do it with Jessica,” Stephanie said, wincing through the pain. “Have her take my spot.”
I was flabbergasted. Me? I had only begun lessons with them a few weeks ago. I had never danced in front of strangers before -- not even for fun. Their routine was brilliant and emotional. I would never live up.
“No. No, I’m not good enough,” I shook my head. It was impossible.
“You’re a natural,” Lucas said. “You can be good enough in time. If we’re diligent. Please,” he begged, grabbing my hand tenderly. “I need you.”
He looked in my eyes, earnest and pleading. He was such a sweet man. I wanted so much to please him. I didn’t want to be the one to let him down. I couldn’t be the one to lose this for him. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny his request. I couldn’t disappoint him that way. I didn’t know if I could do it. I only knew that I had to.
“I... if you need me. If you need me to do it, of course. But we’ll need to practice a lot!”
He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed it warmly. “We’ll do it and we’ll win. Thank you. Thank you, Jessica.” He bent down and kissed Stephanie passionately on the forehead, the cheek, the mouth, before scooping her up and carrying her to the car to take her to the hospital.
Chapter 4
Stephanie was diagnosed with a mildly torn ligament. She was told to stay off her leg for six weeks, but she said it was more like three --the doctors were just being overly cautious. As a dancer, she was used to dancing through pain (though it worried me that she would disregard doctor’s orders. Her legs were her life). Even still, the competition was only a couple of weeks away, so she would be knocked out of the competition. It was official. She was out, and I was in.
Lucas and I worked like mad during our every spare minute. Stephanie was usually there, giving me corrections and notes, though she was always incredibly encouraging. Sometimes she’d hobble over on her crutches and touch my back or torso, lift my arm or move my leg, showing me how to be more precise. I could feel myself making progress with each exhausting day.
Still, it was strange to perform such an intimate dance with Lucas right in front of Stephanie, though, professional that she was, she seemed unphased, watching his hands trail down my body, pull me close, touch me in ways that are usually reserved for a lover. We danced so closely, I could feel the details of his body. In certain positions, the impressive bulge in his pants would press into me, making me blush. I’d check to see if Stephanie was upset by looking over at her. She’d only say, “It looks beautiful,” with an encouraging smile.
But today, Stephanie came in with a strange look on her face. She sat down like someone who has a secret, giddy and cryptic, all at once.
“We’re going to do things a little differently, today,” she explained. “It’s time to bring this to the next level.”
“What can I do differently?” I said. I was still worried about my performance. I was dizzy with all that I’d learned, and had been panicking that I’d never remember all and execute all that they’d taught me. But I was determined.
“You’re perfect,” she said. “In fact, perhaps a little too perfect. It’s time things got a little messy, and a little more personal. We need to bring the passion.”
“How do we do that?” I asked. It all seemed a bit too vague for me. I needed to know exactly what to do.
“How you do that,” she began, “is to not worry about anything else we’ve told you -- the moves are already in your body -- and to just do exactly as I say without question.” She leaned back in her chair and smiled big. “You up for it?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “Happy to be told what to do.”
Lucas looked in my eyes and extended his hand to me. His gaze always made me blush and smile, which I did as I took his hand, letting him pull me in. We were face to face, so close our noses were nearly touching.
“Let’s dance,” he said with a wink.
We began the dance as usual but were immediately stopped by Stephanie with notes.
“Don’t feel constrained, let your hands roam free,” she said. Lucas was standing behind me and already had his hands on my hips, which sent a thrill through me every time he touched me there. But at Stephanie’s command, his hands moved closer to my pussy, his fingers grazing the outer edges of my mound as he walked me across the room. He pressed down into my flesh with the tips of his fingers as he lowered his head down so that his mouth grazed my neck, sending tingles throughout my whole body.
“Feel his touch, Jessica. Let it affect you.”
I barely needed her to tell me to let it affect me -- my body was vibrating head to foot as I felt him press into my backside. What I had a harder time with was expressing it with Stephanie watching. But with her permission, I laid my head back against his chest and rolled my shoulders as my back arched.
“The two of you are making love,” Stephanie instructed. “That’s what this dance is all about. Feel his rhythms. Feel it in the core of you. Don’t be afraid.”
He spun me around so I was facing him, our faces so close I wondered if he would kiss me. I felt his body press into mine and my pussy opened up to receive him, as though we really were making love. Our bodies moved in perfect synchronicity as we worked our way through the steps.
“Make him want you,” Stephanie said. “You have the power to make him do anything you want. Your body is everything he could ever hope for, tease him with it.”
For the first time in my life, I felt powerful in my body. The way he reacted to me confirmed to me my new goddess status, but he was seducing me as well, making it impossible to resist him. By the time we got to the lift, I knew I belonged to him. I let him cradle and hold me, trusting him completely as I went limp in his arms. The fall happened naturally and he caught me with sure hands, laying me down on the ground and lowering himself down on top of me. I don’t know what came over me -- I reached toward him and pulled him down, a move Stephanie had never done -- and came up to meet him in a deep, passionate kiss, which he welcomed with his soft, wet, lips. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into him as I pulled and sucked at his tongue. At last, our lips came apart and he looked down at me, panting and smiling. I smiled back up at him, dreamily.
“Fucking fantastic!” Stephanie cried out as she clapped her hands wildly. “That’s it! That was amazing!”
I was suddenly brought back to reality as Lucas pulled me to my feet. I was blushing and red, and not just from dancing. What had I done? I had simply decided that I had permission to kiss Lucas. And my God, it was the best kiss of my entire life. How could I have done that with Stephanie watching?
“Did that feel good to you, Jessica?” Lucas asked, smiling.
“Uh... yeah... I mean…” I didn’t know how to respond. “It... I think so.”
“You think so? Well, it looked very authentic,” Stephanie said, and I began to panic. “I loved it.”
“Good. Good. That’s good,” I stammered, dumbly.
“I think you guys could win!” she squealed. Stephanie was overjoyed. I decided to forgive myself for my little transgression --apparently, she viewed it only as art.
Which, of course, is all it was, I told myself. You weren’t really trying to seduce Stephanie’s boyfriend right in front of her. You would never… I looked at the t
wo of them talking giddily about the competition, holding hands, and felt a tremendous sense of guilt. It was just a dance, my voice shouted at me from within. Get a grip.
Chapter 5
“I’m just going to grab a drink of water, okay?” I said as Stephanie and Lucas talked.
Stephanie turned, an enormous grin on her face. “Sure thing. And then we can do the whole thing again.”
Great, I thought. I went down the hall to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. How on earth was I supposed to do all that again? What was wrong with me? I was usually so shy -- going after Lucas like that was totally out of character. But the dance made me feel so empowered -- like I could have anything or anyone I wanted. I patted my face dry and took a good long look at myself in the mirror. There was nothing for it but to go back out there and keep practicing.
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