Not Just Any Dancing Day

Chapter Four: Night On the Town

A moan escaped her red lips as I kissed Elena deeply, pressing her closer to me with my arms wrapped around her body. I felt her breasts against my chest and I felt a thrill rush through me as I felt the hard point of one of the plush breasts through her clothing. I squeezed and rubbed her quickly as I ran my other hand along the length of her back and cupped her round bottom. I kissed along her neck and down to where the neckline of her blouse hindered my spread of nipping and sucking. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and then nibbled on my ear.

“Take me please.”

* * *

I awoke with a start in my bed and looked around. I found myself alone but breathing hard and in a sweat. It took a few minutes for me to slow my pulse and breathing but I could not shake the dream from my mind. I looked at the clock and realized I still had an hour until I would have to leave.

It had been nearly a week since I had first come upon Elena in class. I found myself addicted to her almost like a drug and we had seen each other on three dates already. They had all been to places with lots of people. In that environment, I knew I could control myself better and her wily seducing methods would be kept to a minimum. Surprisingly, she did not seem to mind my methods and fit right in. Our first night consisted of talking over drinks at a nearby bar that was supposed to be a replica of a famous pub in London. It hardly did any justice to a true British pub but I gave them the benefit of the doubt.

Over beer and vodka I learned much more about Elena than I had anticipated. She, too, was into the tech world as well as gaming. I never had met a girl like her type that could recite terms like a computer hardware manual as well as talk about the newest Sims game that was going to be released. I had held back from kissing her just yet. I still had my uneasiness pecking away at the back of my mind. If she was annoyed at my lack of response intimately, Elena did not show it.

The second and third nights consisted of dinner at nearby restaurants and more in-depth conversation of the like of the first date. Things were moving at a pace I was comfortable with and we both seemed content with it. Though, I wanted to play the romantic on the date tonight.

After showering and taking several minutes to choose an appropriate shirt, I headed out. On the way to her house, I stopped by a florist and picked up a dozen carnations. She had mentioned her love of flowers and the scents they elicited. I thought I would surprise her this time around. I was not going to be like one of those ‘types’ she had spoken of on our first night of meeting.

* * *

The flowers made a great impression and she had beamed excitedly when she opened the door to her condo and I offered them to her. She had thrown her arms around me in a hug of appreciation before going inside to place them in a vase. For a moment, I wished that she would just invite me in and she could throw herself on me as much as she liked. But as I said, it was just for a moment.

Tonight was dinner by the sea at a quiet restaurant next to the beach. This time was different from the times before. We got into talking about our lives, our families, our friends, and most of all our hopes for the future. I almost regretted bringing up personal issues when I noticed Elena grow quiet and reserved for the first time I had spoken with her. She assured me there was nothing wrong and I changed the subject to something more uplifting. Afterward, I suggested a nice walk along the boardwalk. Tonight the walk along the beach was alive with activity. Booths, tents, and performers were set up along the length of the beach with much to look at.

“That necklace is gorgeous,” Elena exclaimed as she picked up a silver chained pendant at a jewelry table we had come to.

The polished blue stone wrought in the metal sparkled and shone in the light of the nearby torches. It was a simple necklace of a similar design as many of her renaissance style jewelry I had seen her wear before. This one had caught her eye from afar. She inspected it carefully before turning to the vender.

“How much?” she asked.

“Fifteen dollars,” the merchant answered automatically.

I watched her shuffle through her purse a moment searching for cash. I knew she did not have any extra money on hand other than her cards and checks but these people did not take those forms of payment.

I pulled out my wallet and gave the vender the money before she could become discouraged. I took the pendant and placed it around her neck and clasped it. Her hand immediately went to the stone that hung low in her deep cut shirt perilously close to the curved line of her cleavage.

Once I saw she was about to protest, I quieted her with a look. I let my hand drift up to cup her face and then fall along her neck. I traced the chain of the pendant along her chest and took her hand. I thought for a moment that she shivered. From excitement or cold, I was not sure.

“It is a gift from me to you.”

“Thank you,” she said, still shocked from the unexpected kindness.

We continued to walk together, her arm linked with mine. Ahead, a salsa band played lively music. The beat sounded familiar and as the singer belted out the first few lines, I chuckled at the song. Ricky Martin was a favorite in our ballroom dance class for salsa and cha-cha. Livin’ La Vida Loca was typically a song used for the beginners but it was not hard to throw in some improvising.

“I want to dance,” Elena said suddenly as she pulled me closer. “I haven’t danced salsa with you yet, Memphis.”

And our battle for dominance began once more just like our first night dancing together. Her hips swayed and moved effortlessly to the beat and I kept up with her. I threw in some turns and spins and adapted a few cha-cha moves. The band picked up the feeling as they saw us start dancing and a few pedestrians walking by stopped to watch. I did not see them though; my attention was entirely on Elena.

Across the concrete we flew as if floating on air and our feet moved too fast to be seen. There on that crowded beach we were alone in our moves and dance of feelings. Her eyes sparkled with exhilaration as I brought her close to me. The strange wildness of our first night came over me again but this time I pulled her closer to my body rather than she doing so. We moved as one together, bodies pressing against one another, friction between our forms.

Time slowed and she was all that enveloped me. I could sense her scent and her presence overwhelmed me once more. This time though, she was not controlling me, I welcomed her to me as she for me likewise. Her eyes flashed with the recognizable desire I had seen in her on our first glance. Yet, this time it was reflected back in my own. We spoke without words and all was lost outside of us.

Before we knew it, the song was over and we stopped on our last stride. A round of applause for passing onlookers for both the band and us resounded. Uncertainly we smiled and said thank you before we quickly made an exit toward the parking structure where I had parked. Soon we were on the road back to her condo that was not far away. I stopped the car in front at the curb and parked it. It was then I truly looked at her since we had left the boardwalk.

Elena’s eyes still shined with the fire of our tempest and I felt my own eagerness and excitement rise inside my chest. All she had to do was…

“Would you like to come in?”