His Dance Lessons

by Mlyn Hurn

  Ophelia’s eyes jerked open at the last thought and found Mac staring down at her. He had a gentle, knowing look in his eyes, and a tiny smile curved one corner of his lips. She flushed realizing that he must have watched her orgasm the whole time, just as if she were a toy and he had manipulated her for his enjoyment, not her own. She moved to sit up and Mac stopped her. She groaned as she realized belatedly that his hand was still planted intimately between her thighs. And then she felt her wetness and knew his fingers must be wet as well.

  “Oh my God!” Ophelia felt her embarrassment was now complete. There could be no way to act as if she had been pretending. Her wetness was proof of the depth to which he had aroused her body, and so easily and quickly.

  Mac shook his head as he whispered to her. “Shh, honey.” He lowered his lips to lightly kiss hers. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful as your passion. I want you more now than when you first walked into the classroom over a week ago.”

  Ophelia felt warmed deep inside to hear he had felt attracted to her at the same time she had been unable to keep her eyes off him. She turned slightly and looked down. There was no disguising Mac’s raging hard-on. She slid her hand to his stomach and started to move down. But Mac caught her hand with his. He lifted her hand and kissed it. He removed his other hand from between her thighs, sliding it upward, over her flat tummy.

  “Nothing would give me greater pleasure, sweet Ophelia. But somehow I think we’ve taken this new level in our relationship as high as we should for one night.” He leaned over and kissed her lips, and then moved down and lightly kissed each nipple.

  “This is harder than you can imagine, but I think you need time.” He stood and motioned for her to stay put. “I’ll lock the door on my way out. Just stay there and let me look at you as I leave. I will take that memory out when I get home and put it to good use.” He paused to draw a circle around one nipple and then turned around and left.

  The silence in the room was deafening. Ophelia told herself to get up, but instead she rolled to her side, oblivious to her state of undress. She did reach behind her and pull the afghan to cover herself. She was asleep less than ten seconds later.

  Chapter 4

  By the time Monday rolled around, Ophelia was a nervous wreck anticipating seeing Mac again. She had awakened Saturday morning on her sofa, and flushed hotly to realize she had had the best night’s sleep in over two years. She had forced herself to keep busy all weekend, trying to keep her mind off Mac. She had only been mildly successful.

  And now, she was standing at the barre in the studio, stretching and waiting anxiously for him to arrive. She had been tempted to leave her tight breast binding off, but had chickened out at the last minute. She didn’t want to shock her male students that much.

  The students began to arrive slowly, and Ophelia told herself she wasn’t watching the door for his arrival. She waited until five minutes past the hour, and finally started without Mac. She pulled her mantle of professional detachment around herself, and made it through the class.

  There was no way she felt like hanging around for the required office hour, so she hung a note on the door, and took off for her apartment. She stopped at the grocery store, and spent most of the time arguing with herself over why she’d not heard from Mac over the weekend. Her office number and home number, with the warning to not use during late evening and night hours, had been on the class list of supplies given out the first day of class. She had called her office to pick up the phone messages several times, just in case he called there.

  Those thoughts naturally led her to realize that if he wanted to get in touch with her, he knew where she lived. She couldn’t deny that after three days it appeared pretty positive that he’d changed his mind about anything other than learning how to dance. Of course, that didn’t explain why he had missed class today. Frustrated, Ophelia now paused at the top of the stairs, juggling for the keys to her second floor apartment while she balanced her purse and groceries, when she heard a noise.

  Mac rose slowly from his position on the floor, propped up by her locked door. He watched as Ophelia caught the sack just before she dropped it. He moved forward and took it from her arms. Ophelia moved to the door and unlocked it. There was no denying Mac access to her apartment for he just stepped through the door first. Ophelia followed and set her keys and purse down. Slipping her lightweight jacket off, she hung it on the hook near the top of the door. When she turned, she realized Mac had taken the groceries through to the kitchen. She followed and found him beginning to remove items and sort them for putting away.

  Mac looked up and met Ophelia’s eyes. “I can get a note to excuse me from class today, teach. If I have to, that is.”

  Ophelia shook her head and smiled slowly. “Oh? Did you miss class today? I hadn't noticed—“

  She didn’t get anymore of the lie out for Mac had grabbed her and pulled her close to his chest. One hand grasped her perky ponytail and held her head in the perfect position to be kissed. He lowered his mouth to hers and whispered a scant second before the kiss. “Oh, yeah? Well I missed you, damn it!”

  Ophelia felt her legs go weak as Mac kissed her. God! The man could kiss a woman’s socks off! She grasped his shoulders to hold on. When Mac released her mouth he didn’t let her go. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the kitchen counter, moving to stand between her thighs. Ophelia had changed clothes and was wearing a lightweight peasant-style top and skirt. She felt Mac’s fingers pulling off the band confining her hair. He threaded his fingers through the blond mass, straightening it somewhat and arranging it around her shoulders.

  “All I could think about the whole weekend was how you would look with your hair down, like this.” His eyes lowered and he could see through the thin cotton top that she was braless. His hands moved without pause to cup the full and unbound breasts. He groaned as he massaged the large globes.

  “I dreamed of playing with these lovely, luscious tits of yours.” His hands caught in the fabric and tugged it down. Her breasts popped free and he smiled as he saw the ruffled fabric bunched beneath the tempting morsels. He rubbed his fingers back and forth over her nipples until they were hard and poking against his fingers. His hips were nestled between her legs and her skirt had ridden up and barely covered her naked thighs.

  Mac lowered his head to nibble the side of her neck. His voice was muffled as he kissed his way downwards. “I would have been here Saturday, probably with the sunrise, but I had a message waiting for me when I got back to my place. They had called an emergency script meeting and I had to fly to Los Angeles.” He cupped her breasts and looked up into her dazed eyes. “And I neglected to get your home phone number. I called the University office, but the twit there refused to give me your number. I had also forgotten to take my campus ID, which I didn’t think I’d need—and your number here is unlisted.”

  Ophelia sighed and leaned towards him, all of her worries rushing away. “Oh, Mac…I did miss you! I watched for you to come through the doors today and I even held class for five minutes, waiting—“

  Mac kissed her mouth. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am not leaving here until I have all of your phone numbers, and you have mine. Now, how hungry are you?”

  Ophelia felt her head rushing. “I can wait. Why?”

  Mac grinned at her. His hands had moved up beneath her skirt and discovered she only had a tiny pair of panties on. Hastily he dragged them down and off. He then stepped away for a moment to toss the panties across the kitchen. Ophelia gasped as he pressed close again and this time she felt his hardness, still concealed by his expensive, casual pants, pressed against her intimate flesh.

  Ophelia knew that now was the time to stop him. But she had not wanted him to stop the other night. The last three nights her dreams had been driven by images of Mac making all kinds of wild and passionate love with her. Feeling quite bold and unlike her usual meek self, she moved her hands down and tried to undo his belt and pants. Mac had
to remove her fumbling fingers and complete the act alone. The moment his cock sprang free, her hands were eagerly closing around his hard flesh.

  * * * * *

  Mac groaned, as her tentative and exploring touch was more erotic than a concubine’s practiced one could be. He slid his hand up her thigh and caressed her mound. Mac stopped as he realized she was as smooth there as he was. Her mound was smooth as were her wet lips. With his fingers delving between her folds and finding her clit, her own hands were busy practicing some mystical magic of their own.

  Given the weekend wait, both were impatient. But Mac brought Ophelia to climax and started to slide inside her eager flesh. Suddenly he stopped, pulling back from her body reluctantly.

  Ophelia looked into his eyes a second later. “Is something wrong?”

  “I am so sorry, honey, but I don’t have any condoms with me. I swear to you that I am totally germ free. It’s a regular procedure before signing an actor to contract.”

  The look on Ophelia’s face told him she’d not been thinking about safe sex a moment ago. He also guessed that she didn’t keep condoms in her bedside drawer either. Lightly caressing the side of her face, he kissed her mouth tenderly.

  Ophelia returned his kiss for a moment and then pushed him back with her hands flat to his chest. “I am clean, germ-wise. I was tested at the end of my last relationship. There is a paper from the test, if you want to see it.

  Mac could see the bright flush rising up from her breasts to cover her face. He chuckled softly and shook his head negatively. “I have mine in my wallet. I don’t sleep around.”

  “Because of your parents?” Ophelia questioned.

  “If I am seen and recognized out with any woman, the next day the gossip rags either have us engaged or I’ve dumped her because she’s pregnant with my baby.”

  Ophelia nodded, but Mac saw that she was now smiling. “It is safe then because my doctor said my method was ninety-nine percent sure, and it is the wrong time of the month anyway, I think.” Her hands reached down and curled into his belt. She pulled him forward, against her body. Her thighs lifted and circled his hips.

  Mac groaned as his cock was once again pressed against her wet flesh. The last of his doubts faded when he felt her feet crossing to pull him more intimately into contact with her pussy. A moment later he felt Ophelia whisper into his ear, “Fuck me, now!”

  “I serve at my lady’s command!” he jested quietly.

  Mac pressed his erection forward, just into her pussy. He shouted as he felt her muscles grab his cock and begin pulling it more deeply inside her body. He thrust forward and felt her smooth flesh meld with his own. God, it was so sweet! As he pulled back, she tightened her muscles and seemed to be trying to keep him within her body. The added friction made Mac shiver in reaction.

  Easing away from her body slightly, he moved his hand down. His fingers delved gently until he found her clit. Mac wanted to arouse Ophelia. He wanted her to feel lost in her passionate responses—unable to deny the depth of her emotions.

  Less than a few moments later, he felt Ophelia’s mouth, which had been pressed against his neck and shoulder, open and actually bite him. The same instant he could feel her muscles begin flexing around his erection. He quickly moved both his hands to her hips as they writhed about on the counter. Her hands moved to surround Mac’s neck.

  Pausing, he could still feel her aftershock contractions on his cock, and he couldn’t deny the sense that her tight flesh was sucking the seed from his cock almost as though she was using her mouth and not her pussy. His thrusts sped up quickly. Finally he could hold back no more, and stiffening, he thrust forward and filled her body with his cum. Over and over he shot streams of hot seed upwards, deeply into her body.

  Finally, Mac gave one final thrust and emptied the last of his essence into her body. He lowered his head to rest on her naked shoulder and felt her hands caressing his body through his shirt. He cursed the fates for dragging him to Hollywood. Otherwise, he would have been back here Saturday morning, knocking on her door, and then knocking elsewhere as well.

  * * * * *

  Ophelia realized her legs were still locked around Mac’s waist and she lowered them slowly. She opened her eyes and was intensely aware of Mac’s soft cock still nestled inside her body. He was keeping her plugged so none of his juices could escape their erotic prison yet. She took a deep breath and felt her sensitive nipples rub against his shirt. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers. Her fingers moved to his buttons, but his fingers stopped her.

  “If you do that, we won’t eat and we’ll possibly die of starvation, locked together physically.”

  Ophelia smiled and tightened her innermost muscles on his cock. His groan was instantaneous. “What a way to go though, huh?”

  Mac shook his head and pulled free of her body. The sucking, wet sound as his thick cock plopped free of her flesh was loud and almost lewd in the silence. Ophelia flushed in embarrassment. Mac smiled and pulled her skirt down and then looked at the luscious mounds displayed in front of him. His fingertips rubbed over and around her nipples, and then he shook his head reluctantly. He pulled her top back up and lowered her to the floor.

  “Dinner first,” he kissed her lips, and then swatted her behind. “Dessert later.”

  * * * * *

  After a fun-filled dinner, they spent most of the night making love in her bed. After very little sleep, a reluctant Ophelia showered and dressed for school. Mac made her a sandwich, including an apple, and a little note, which he packed into a paper sack. After kissing her goodbye at the door, which lasted almost too long, Mac told her he would see her in a few hours at class.

  Chapter 5

  Ophelia was stretching at the barre, and working diligently to put the erotic thoughts of last night to the back of her consciousness. She didn’t need to be distracted while teaching. Although sometimes she thought she could do most of the classes in her sleep.

  Suddenly a sound from the doorway caught her attention. Looking into the mirror she saw Mac’s reflection as he stood a few feet inside the studio door. As she watched, Mac crossed the wooden floor, tossing his gym bag toward the nearest corner. She spoke to him when he was a few feet from the barre.

  “You’re early, Mac. We’ve got fifteen minutes until class starts.”

  Mac grinned back at her reflection. “I know. I thought I should come early and suck up to my teacher, since I missed class yesterday.”

  Still looking into the mirror, Ophelia pressed her hand flat over her heart. “Oh, my goodness. Sir, did you just say you wanted to fuck your teacher?”

  Mac gasped, his surprise evident on his face. He stepped up close behind Ophelia. His hands came up to grab hold of the barre, effectively trapping her in front of him. He met her eyes in the mirror as he pressed his body against hers.

  “My teacher has some naughty thoughts going on in that pretty head of hers. I was thinking along the lines of an apple for my teacher. Now I discover she wants my banana.”

  Ophelia giggled and wiggled her bottom against Mac’s erection. “Is that what that is? And I thought you were just happy to see me.” She faked a frown on her face.

  “Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want to lay you down on that workout mat and show you the difference between male anatomy and a banana.”

  Ophelia looked away from Mac’s intense blue-eyed gaze. The clock showed it was only ten minutes until class started. “I wish you would, but we’ve run out of time. I’ve got a few eager beaver students who always seem to come early.”

  Mac kissed the side of her neck before moving away from her. He walked over to his gym bag and pulled a water bottle from the side pocket. Ophelia watched as he tilted his head back to swallow several gulps of water. She felt a jolt deep in her gut as she realized that he looked so sexy, even drinking water. Who would have thought a man’s “Adam’s apple” could be so erotic? A moment later her first student entered her class.

  “Hi, Ophelia! I’ve be
en practicing that step you showed me at the end of class yesterday.”

  Ophelia turned and smiled at the eager young student, dressed quite appropriately in tights and T-shirt. “Hello, Greg. That is great! I’ll have you come up and demonstrate it with me for the rest of the class.”

  * * * * *

  Mac turned to look at the fellow student who was so eager. The young man had the definite look on his face of puppy love. His slender body was dressed as Ophelia had suggested the first day of class. Shaking his head, Mac removed his jacket and shoved it into the gym bag. Deciding he’d watched the young man moon over “his girl” long enough, he walked over to where Ophelia and Greg were standing.

  Ophelia smiled at him when he joined them. “Mac, this is Greg. Won’t be long and he’ll be able to teach this class himself.”

  Mac smiled, but noted the flush that came up the young man’s neck. As the student stammered for a reply, Mac cut in. “That will come in handy, Landis, after I kidnap you.”

  “Mac!”

  He shrugged, seeing the displeasure on Ophelia’s face. “I’m sure Greg understands how a man feels about his girlfriend. Right, Greg?”

  Mac watched the young man react to his statement. He knew he had just been politically incorrect and certainly not a man of the new millennia. But to be honest, the only thing he cared about right now was staking his claim. He turned from Greg to look at Ophelia, not sure what she would do now. Once again she surprised him.

  “Greg, why don’t you go over to the door and tell everyone to divide into the groups we had yesterday?” She paused until Greg had reluctantly walked away. “And you…let’s have you at the barre and begin your stretching exercises. I am sure you have lots of tight muscles.”

  Mac grinned in reply. “No amount of stretching will get rid of my tightest muscle.” He turned and walked over to the farthest barre. He did the first exercise, ignoring the angry muscles and tendons screaming at him for being lazy the last few days. As he did the second, he couldn’t help but groan a little. Glancing over to where Ophelia was standing, he caught the smile on her face the second before she turned away.