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6pm Friday night. The rest of the interns are gone and I can now finally have this classroom become what it really is. I pulled off my slacks to reveal my comfortable, nude tights and unbuttoned my shirt to stay in just a white tank. I slipped out from my black flats to put on my pink dance slippers and tie them up the ankles. Point, flex, point, flex.
I was able to become who I once used to be in this free time. The ability to stretch on the bars in front of the mirrors, turn in ways I should be able to turn on stage in front of a massive crowd, be free in my jumps and leaps, and express my passion on this floor made my Friday nights. I was glad to be able to use the space every weekend, for I have not danced in years.
Right leg on the bar, stretch forward, stretch down. Left leg on the bar, stretch forward, stretch down. And there he was; I lost my balance and immediately fell to the ground with embarrassment.
“Are you okay?” he asked coming into the room.
“Uh, yeah, I just,” I answered then paused to think on why I wasn’t asking the more obvious question. “What are you doing in here?”
“Well I was walking by the room and I saw the light on. It’s usually off around this time. I saw you dancing through the window. You were breathtaking.” He said it with such passionate interest; it sort of threw me off.
“Um, thanks, I use the space every Friday after the interns go.”
“Funny, I’ve never seen you around this late.”
I didn’t really have a response. We just stared at each other for a while, and then it became intense. Something about his small, Asian-like eyes reading mine sent chills through my spine and forced me to stand.
“Here, let me help you,” he said as he came to my aid.
“No, I’m fine, I got it.”
And then he was in my face, quiet, again, staring into my eyes. It was as if we didn’t need words. I immediately knew he was attracted to the power my brown eyes held, and was curious to know the stories behind them. I couldn’t handle it and moved away.
“Why?” he said flatly.
“Excuse me?” I said as I continued to stretch about a foot away from him, staring into the mirror to avoid his hypnotizing eyes.
“Well, let me rephrase that,” he said. “Why do you move away so quickly, seem nervous, around me, when I can tell you’re interested?”
“I’m not nervous, and I’m not interested,” I lied.
“You looked to the left.”
“What?” He was just confusing me now.
“You looked to the left,” he said again. “I was trained in the Navy to know the many signs to when one lies. Looking to the left is one of them. The left side of your brain controls the right side of your body. It’s also the imaginary side of your brain.”
I had no words. I was just shocked that he knew that, and used it against me. I mean, shit, I just learned something new.
“Well, that’s very useful information, but I would have to be an exception because I don’t lie,” I said.
“You sure?” he asked with a smirk, walking towards me.
“Yes,” I said, standing up straight now becoming a bit nervous as he walked toward me. I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I’d lose it. I’d lose my whole posture, my whole guard, everything I worked hard for to protect myself. But I wasn’t in control anymore, he was.
Before I could move anymore, I found myself in the corner of the room with him inches from my face. There was a shake within my body. I didn’t know what to do. Here I am, stripped down to my dance clothes at twenty years of age with a bald forty year old man in my face ready for God knows what. My heart raced. I wasn’t scared because of who he was, I was scared because there was this intense feeling I felt whenever I was around him in general and now here he was, up close and personal, and I knew exactly what he wanted.
“Relax,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I said smiling.
“You’re so tense,” he laughed.
“Yeah, well I’m naturally like that.”
And then it just happened, out of nowhere. I felt his soft lips against mine, and his tongue slipped through my mouth gracing the tip of mine, my eyes shutting naturally as I kissed him back. Our tongues moved in rhythm, and the passion seeped through me, all the way down through me. He pulled me in closer, his left hand on my face, his right on the small of my back.
My hands flew up to his chest, grabbing his brown, leather jacket toward me, and then I pulled myself away.
“What happened?” he asked.
My left hand was on my mouth as my right pushed him away.
“We can’t do this,” I said with fright in my voice. I moved out from under him and walked throughout the room. I replayed what just happened in my head, and my face read fear, shock and confusion.
“You need to chill out,” he laughed. “No one else is here.”
“But if you walked in, anyone else could!” I said loudly. I was becoming frustrated with how cool he took this and was upset at how he couldn’t understand how dangerous this was.
“You’re twenty years older than me, I’m a student here, and you can lose your job! Do you not see that?”
“All the more reason to do it, I think,” he said like nothing fazed him.
The look on my face must’ve of been priceless humor because he laughed out loud afterward.
“This is not funny,” I said rather annoyed.
“Actually, your face just now was. But look, don’t act like you’re so innocent because I know you’re not. You have good intentions, everyone knows, but I know off the back, just by looking into those bedroom eyes, you’re a bad girl. So, please, just be bad with me.”
I just looked at him, taking in what he just said. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you Amanda,” he responded.
I laughed, “You’re fucking corny.”
He walked toward me, this time stern, on a mission, and I was his target. I was frozen, wanting to move toward him, wanting to move away. So I did nothing, and I let him take control.
His large hand was in my hair, other on my thigh and he bent me backward and kissed me hard. Then he laid me on the wooden floor softly and grabbed my hands and pushed them above my head. He kissed my neck softly, moving lower as he lay lightly on top of me, my breath hitched. His hands wandered and explored my legs, running up to my vagina, and then my breasts. I just lay there, as a shiver ran up and down my spine from allowing him to touch me the way he did.
And then he paused to untie my ballet shoes. He did it slowly, never taking his eyes off mine, never removing the beautiful smile off his face.
“Relax,” he said again. I wish I knew how many times I heard that word. But it was just so hard! I overthought many things, and no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on what was right in front of me my mind wandered, making me paranoid, nervous, and excited at the same time.
“Just breathe,” he said trying to comfort me. I tried. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Why did this feel like I was about to lose my virginity all over again? Right, because this was the first time I was ever going to go this far with a man over five years older than me and the circumstances around it didn't exactly help either. It made sense, I think…
I kept my eyes shut, breathing slowly for about five minutes. As I opened my eyes, I found Marc above me, gazing at me with a smile. He had such admiration for me, it was weird. I don't think I've ever had any man look at me the way he did. The conversations that came before this moment was what allowed me to chill, to allow him to touch me as if I were a precious diamond he would always treasure. And then I did it. I allowed myself to open up freely to him.
I touched his face and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss, assuring him that I was now as relaxed as can be, comfortable in his arms. He continued to kiss me, our tongues moving like the waves of the ocean, and he moved his hands to pull my tights down as I pulled off his leather jacket.
I was left in my tank and thong and I unbuttoned his shirt, yanking it off him to feel his smooth, manly chest, then reaching down to unclasp his belt as he struggled to get his sneakers off. I pushed him to the side, pulling myself on top now feeling dominant and in control, causing the rush of blood to flow quicker through my body and I kissed him. His neck, his chest, and moved down to the zipper of his Levis pulling it down with my teeth, staring into his eyes. He was already hard against my chin, and the smile on my face grew wider and wider. I yanked his jeans down revealing him in boxer briefs and sat right on his hard-on as I took my tank off.
His hands explored my body, and pulled me down into a kiss, unclasping my bra skillfully with one hand. Turning me over onto my back, he pulled it off and began sucking my left nipple as he played with the other.
“Bite me,” I whispered.
He stopped. “What?”
“Bite me!” I ordered. And without hesitation, he bit my nipple, sucking harder, and that made me feel alive. My legs wrapped around his body, feet pushing him closer to me. I wanted him already.
He kissed my stomach and removed my thong, leaving me to feel vulnerable and exposed. He came up and kissed me. “You're perfect,” he whispered and went straight down between my legs. His tongue swirled around my clit and inside me. He tongue fucked me better than fingers could. My legs wanted to stay open, but the amazing feeling of his tongue work against me forced my legs to shut against his head, crushing him. I couldn't help it, I tried not to, so he got sick of it and forced them open with his hands and looked up at me shake uncontrollably. My back arched and my eyes rolled back as he ate me out like a fat kid eating cake. I moaned and bit on my hand to prevent from being too loud. Within minutes, my legs were shaking, my toes curled, and I exhaled loudly, releasing inside his mouth.
He came up to kiss me, and I tasted myself. He somehow slid inside me while we were kissing, causing me to inhale and bite his lip. He was wide, not particularly long, but the width made up for the length. He moved in and out slowly, and I felt my juices against his cock, warm, turning me on even more. He moved slowly, teasing me, for all the times I’ve teased him. I clenched onto his back, digging my nails into him, pushing him to move quicker, and he did. He pulled my right leg up to rest against his shoulder and he fucked me, fucked me hard, and fucked me fast.
I moaned uncontrollably, still trying to maintain my volume. I looked at his body move, his facial expressions, and immediately saw him as a Navy Seal, strong, hardworking, focused, on a mission. It was so exciting. I always had fantasies about fucking men in uniform. He then lifted the other leg and got inside deeper causing me to lose control of my voice. I was moaning extremely loud and clamped my hand over my mouth but that didn’t work. He was smiling at me, he thought it was funny, and I pushed him out with legs.
He was shocked at how much I fought him, against everything. But this was who I was: a fighter who loved a challenge. I sat up and on my knees; I pushed him to the ground. I straddled him and rode him like the horse I always wanted. I twisted my body while I kept position and it drove him nuts.
Up, down, round and round. I moved slow, then fast, and then slow again, leaning down toward him to kiss his face hard, I bit his ear, his neck, and he managed to dig his short nails in my back, raking down to my ass, and slapped it hard. I yelped and continued to fuck him, this time harder and the sweat between my thighs and his hips started to become excessive.
He picked my small self off of him and demanded I get on my knees. So I did as he ordered. He came from behind me and rammed me deep, fast, and hard, causing me to scream, and lose balance. I was able to see it all in the mirrors. He pulled my hair back and slapped my ass again. I was his dog. He leaned over me, still tugging my hair and forced his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him back, as he continued to fuck me like a rag doll. My legs couldn’t hold anymore. I came again against him and he moaned as I leaked while he continued. He was moaning more and more, ready to cum inside.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, UGHHH!!” he screamed, and I felt his warm milk fill me up. He collapsed on top of me for about two minutes, still inside me, and then rolled off, hitting the floor. I lied on top of his chest, worn the fuck out.
“Thank god I’m on birth control,” I said. He laughed.
“What about STDs?” he asked.
“One: that’s not something you ask after you fuck me without a condom, two: if I test positive for ANYTHING after, you better believe I’m coming after you with a knife.”
He smiled, “You have nothing to worry about, beautiful.”
“Good. We'll see.”
“How did you learn to do all that?”
“That, this,” he gestured to his penis. “You were unbelievably amazing!”
I laughed. “Well, I did tell you I’m not your average twenty year old, right?”
We lied there in silence, surely going over it all in our heads. Then I realized I was in a community center dance room, and not a bedroom of a house or apartment. I sat up, starting to collect my clothes.
“Where are you going?” he asked sitting up.
“Um, bathroom, then home. Marc, it's half past seven.”
“Well, let me drive you,” he offered.
I looked at him and nodded in agreement, throwing him his pants. I dressed in silence and he just smiled at me the entire time.
We left the building and it was already dark. We walked two blocks to where his 1981 Corvette was parked. I’ve never been in a classic before, but I knew a decent amount of information about cars since my dad drove plenty of different cars every day.
He opened the door for me and I climbed in. He got in and turned the roaring engine on. I looked at him a bit annoyed. This didn’t impress me; I just wanted to get home. He started driving.
“Where do you live?”
“The heights,” I answered. He drove and I stared out the window. I was back to my normal preoccupied mind, thinking about a million different things at once, with my hands to myself.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I answered.
“You think too much,” he said. I looked at him and said nothing.
“I want to let you know, I didn’t plan this. But I definitely had an amazing time with you. We didn’t even have to go as far as we did, but I am one very lucky man to have experienced every second I have spent with you. I enjoy your company, even without sex.”
I smiled. “You talk too much sometimes,” I said.
He laughed and we drove in silence, smiling, each in our own thoughts.