kissing you and touching you. At some point soon
I hope you’ll be ready for more but I can tell right now that you’re not so I’m
not going to pressure you. But when you are ready I will be too and I swear I
will never talk about anything we do with random guys but can I have to admit
that I will probably say some stuff to Bobby, Jeff and David. I know you’re
going to end up telling Asia shit too.”
We agree no specific details to our friends and they have to swear to
keep their mouths shut.
Brook and I are on the phone and
she’s adamant about knowing what I do about sex and how I know it all. I tell
her about the day with Eric and Bobby and Eric’s porn. I’m afraid she’s going
to be all freaked out but she wants to know what I’m planning on doing about
sex so I try to give her the answer I think she wants to hear, when what I
really want to tell her is, “I want to fuck you right now” but I know she will
never go for it yet and honestly I’m too scared to try.
************
I step out of the elevator and I open the doors to the main ballroom to
find it looking exactly like the school gym did that first night I danced with
Tate. “Little Red Corvette”, the first song we danced to comes on and there is
Tate all of a sudden walking towards me wearing a black t-shirt under a black
jacket with the sleeves pulled up his forearms. He looks exactly like he did
twenty five years ago only hotter if that’s possible. He now has strong
muscular forearms and his black t-shirt is stretched tight across his sizeable
chest. His black silky hair is longer than it was when he left Connecticut six
months ago and his face has two day old stubble on it that gives him his
trademark bad boy sexiness. He walks up to me with that strut he has never lost
and asks me to dance. We stand there swaying with each other like we did that
first night. And this time, all I can think is that I have choreographed music
videos for some of the most talented dancers in the industry, I have won awards
for Super Bowl Half Time shows, I have worked on the Broadway stage and
numerous award shows and here I am “swaying” with Tate Taylor again.
Tate smirks at me because he can read my mind, he mouths, “I missed you”
then his smirk turns into a smile.
“Tate, we need to…”
Tate cuts me off and says, “Not now, I haven’t set eyes on you in six
months, let me just enjoy looking at you for a while. We’ll talk tomorrow; I
have a few surprises for you today first.”
At that I hear the music. Tate pulls me into his arms and we start to
dance with each other, holding each other close. Tate takes me by both of my
hands, stretches us apart so we can see each other and he mouths the words to Coldplay’s
“The Scientist” to me as if they are coming from him, from his heart and soul.
Then in one smooth move Tate slides behind me and lifts my right arm into the
air with his right hand while he holds my left hip with his left hand. He
presses his body against me and I can feel his growing erection pressing into
me while in my ear he whispers, “He missed you too!”
He runs his pointer finger from my right hand, down my right arm and down
the right side of my body while still holding my left hip in his tightening grip.
As he reaches my toned thigh he changes direction and works his hand up pulling,
my dress with it. He lifts it up my leg just a little so he can feel the touch
of my bare skin with his palm. As he does this he quietly moans in my ear. He
brushes my hair off my neck and I instinctively tilt my head to the side giving
him full access to one of my favorite sweet spots. He licks my neck slightly
then pulls on my earlobe with his teeth. He is bringing me right to the edge of
a cliff I have not toppled off of in six months and my body is begging for this
sweet push that only Tate has ever given me. He can sense my arousal and turns
me around to face him as the song finishes
I hope you’ll be ready for more but I can tell right now that you’re not so I’m
not going to pressure you. But when you are ready I will be too and I swear I
will never talk about anything we do with random guys but can I have to admit
that I will probably say some stuff to Bobby, Jeff and David. I know you’re
going to end up telling Asia shit too.”
We agree no specific details to our friends and they have to swear to
keep their mouths shut.
Brook and I are on the phone and
she’s adamant about knowing what I do about sex and how I know it all. I tell
her about the day with Eric and Bobby and Eric’s porn. I’m afraid she’s going
to be all freaked out but she wants to know what I’m planning on doing about
sex so I try to give her the answer I think she wants to hear, when what I
really want to tell her is, “I want to fuck you right now” but I know she will
never go for it yet and honestly I’m too scared to try.
************
I step out of the elevator and I open the doors to the main ballroom to
find it looking exactly like the school gym did that first night I danced with
Tate. “Little Red Corvette”, the first song we danced to comes on and there is
Tate all of a sudden walking towards me wearing a black t-shirt under a black
jacket with the sleeves pulled up his forearms. He looks exactly like he did
twenty five years ago only hotter if that’s possible. He now has strong
muscular forearms and his black t-shirt is stretched tight across his sizeable
chest. His black silky hair is longer than it was when he left Connecticut six
months ago and his face has two day old stubble on it that gives him his
trademark bad boy sexiness. He walks up to me with that strut he has never lost
and asks me to dance. We stand there swaying with each other like we did that
first night. And this time, all I can think is that I have choreographed music
videos for some of the most talented dancers in the industry, I have won awards
for Super Bowl Half Time shows, I have worked on the Broadway stage and
numerous award shows and here I am “swaying” with Tate Taylor again.
Tate smirks at me because he can read my mind, he mouths, “I missed you”
then his smirk turns into a smile.
“Tate, we need to…”
Tate cuts me off and says, “Not now, I haven’t set eyes on you in six
months, let me just enjoy looking at you for a while. We’ll talk tomorrow; I
have a few surprises for you today first.”
At that I hear the music. Tate pulls me into his arms and we start to
dance with each other, holding each other close. Tate takes me by both of my
hands, stretches us apart so we can see each other and he mouths the words to Coldplay’s
“The Scientist” to me as if they are coming from him, from his heart and soul.
Then in one smooth move Tate slides behind me and lifts my right arm into the
air with his right hand while he holds my left hip with his left hand. He
presses his body against me and I can feel his growing erection pressing into
me while in my ear he whispers, “He missed you too!”
He runs his pointer finger from my right hand, down my right arm and down
the right side of my body while still holding my left hip in his tightening grip.
As he reaches my toned thigh he changes direction and works his hand up pulling,
my dress with it. He lifts it up my leg just a little so he can feel the touch
of my bare skin with his palm. As he does this he quietly moans in my ear. He
brushes my hair off my neck and I instinctively tilt my head to the side giving
him full access to one of my favorite sweet spots. He licks my neck slightly
then pulls on my earlobe with his teeth. He is bringing me right to the edge of
a cliff I have not toppled off of in six months and my body is begging for this
sweet push that only Tate has ever given me. He can sense my arousal and turns
me around to face him as the song finishes
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