Message-ID: <43440asstr$1058616605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: El Sol X-X-Sender: munster@er4.rutgers.edu X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 02:14:00 -0400 (EDT) Subject: {ASSM} Stalkings By Elsol (MF) Date: Sat, 19 Jul 2003 08:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Author's note: I do not read this email address carefully, if you want to contact me do so at munster (at) remus (dot) rutgers (dot) edu. Sorry for being annoying about it but this account nearly tripled its spam receiving after I posted my last story. This is an old story that was given a significant rewrite because being older I had something else I wanted to say with it. <1st attachment, "stalking.txt" begin> Stalkings By ElSol She did not know I watched her. It was better that way; more meaningful. She knew me enough to say hello if she accidentally met me as I was drawn in her wake. Living in a town of 40,000 has its conveniences. People recognize each other so there is no surprise at meeting a familiar pair of eyes, and if mine were always watching her she could dismiss it as recognizing a face you could not put a name to yet. I watched her and thought that someday when she stopped dating the pretty boy I would talk to her even if watching felt like it could be enough for a long time. She lived across the street on the third floor of a brownstone. I had not noticed her until I woke up early one morning. I was drinking a cup of coffee hoping that the rare shot of caffeine would prepare me for a 9 am interview. I had decided to apply for a temporary teaching position at the local community college. I have always been the nervous energy before test time type so I woke up 2 hours early to quell the butterflies. I did not need the job but teaching young writers helped spur my own creativity. I took the cup to my window and stared out into the early morning. There was nobody outside except garbage men. I thought about running outside to give them my bag but it seemed more trouble than it was worth. A flash of white caught my eye making me turn my head towards it. She was bouncing in front of her television in white panties and a white sports bra. Her just below the shoulder brown hair was in a pony tail and bouncing to the rhythm of her movement. The brownstones around town usually had two twenty-four inch wide windows with a 36 inch separation between them. Her building was different: there was only one window taking up the space that other buildings put the two in. My window was slightly above hers so I had an undisturbed field of view into her entire living room. I watched her bounce, strain, and pump her way through her workout with the unbridled enthusiasm of a early riser. My coffee was cold before I took another sip. I discovered that energetic aerobics watching has some of the same effects as caffeine. She finished her workout and moved deeper into her apartment. I must have been avoiding the peeping urge because as I studied my view into I was amazed at the detail I could get into her apartment. I might have been able to see into her apartment before but seeing her brought everything into focus. I took a shower, changed into my interview clothes and walked to stand just inside my building door. Misfortune had bought me the building so I did not have to worry about anyone coming up behind me. My parents died in one of those industrial accidents that everyone involved knew would happen if the same equipment kept being used. The bean counters thought the payout would be less than making a financially unsound changes. My parents had been successful and because of their background had led frugal lives. Their estate alone might have meant I only had to work to keep myself busy. My uncle did not take his brother and sister-in-law dying in a preventable accident well. My father had paid for his law school and bought him a house as a graduation present so my uncle had been allowed to follow his heart as a left wing crusader. The accident changed that for the time it took him to make everyone involved pay for my being orphaned and losing a big brother he had idolized. The companies knew they were in trouble; we had the money to live well and the legal help was motivated and free. They kept coming back to my uncle with larger and larger settlements. I think he only stopped because he thought he might be setting a bad example of greed for me. I used the second and third floor of the building for myself. My uncle's daughter lived in the first floor apartment with her new husband. They moved in because she did not want me to be alone. She came out of her building and I got lucky. She had parked her car in front of my steps. I opened the door, walked down the steps and at a brisk pace passed in front of her car just as she got to the door. One quick hard look showed me what I wanted to see. Violently dark eyes, the hair a light shade of honey brown instead of the dark brown I saw from my apartment. She was about four inches shorter than me and her body was lush. Very few women can be described as luscious; voluptuously attractive. She did not have the socially defined perfect body, but you would not have been able to convince a teenage boy she was flawed. She was short and each part that described her as a woman was straw on camel's back. Her breasts were too big for her frame, hips were two inches too wide, waist a bit too tiny, thighs to thick enough to squeeze the breath from your body, lips ripe, it went on and on. She was not mother-earthly, but she carried enough femininity to make pagans. I walked away from her before she turned to look at me. I wondered at the speed my fascination had risen. I was more into the athletic than the baby-making hips type. That was how it began. I would find myself crossing her path time and time again. I bought her a drink as I left the restaurant she was just walking into. Walking down the street on a Saturday morning and recognizing her from a block and half away. We would pass close enough to each other for me to smell her perfume. I spent a day finding that perfume. I liked to open the bottle at night let the scent invade my bedroom. There was something of her that mixed with the perfume but just the perfume was close enough. She went alone every two weeks to watch a movie and relax. I understood; it was relaxing to sit behind her. There were now ritualistic goodnights at my window. She had her own bedtime rituals and they became a part of mine. I woke up early on her aerobics days and had a cup of coffee by the window. A fulltime writer does not like to get up early in the morning but my eyes snapped opened on their own at the right time, every time. I did not need the coffee but it was cold comfort. The worst was watching her with the pretty boy she dated. He was why I kept my distance, or at least he was my excuse. He was her height, thin and had shoulder-length blonde hair. I could almost feel the air of ennui and disdain he worked so hard to exude. I wondered why she went out with him. She overpowered his presence. From where I stood, she was too much woman for him. The fifteenth night of my nighttime ritual was when I discovered him. I had walked to the window to say goodnight. She was dancing with the pretty boy and I burned myself with the coffee in surprise. She was swaying to the rhythm of her heartbeat. I watched the motion of her hips enthralled. He was not taking advantage of the dance. A slow dance, alone in her apartment, the rhythm seemed made to run your hands over her, to touch wherever she allowed, and to hope that each pass convinced her to allow more of her to be explored. He did nothing. She was in charge. I wished I could wrestle with her for control of her passion. It was the first time I thought of being with her. I smiled as he just let her push him down to the floor She started a slow stripping of her clothing. I do not remember much of that first time. I remember the movement of her hips, my heartbeat in my head. I remember the heat from her, I could feel it through our windows and from across the street. He killed me with not moving. He lay there passively as she straddled his hips. His hands should have been on her nipples, on her hips, reaching around behind to grab her full ass. She undid his pants, moved down his body while trailing pants and nipping newly exposed skin. He lay there as if his pleasure were her job. He was not wearing underwear, or maybe she pulled them down with the pants. She crawled up until she had the alignment she wanted. She had to go to him! His hands did not come down to grab her hips and guide her in a smooth transition into her body. I hated him in that moment for wasting the opportunity she was. She reached between her legs and placed him carefully. Her head rolled back in that slow sigh of passion that a woman uses if her mind enjoys that moment when a part of you becomes a part of her. He did not move. She rotated her hips in punishing slow circles. I turned from the window and went to bed. I had my first 8 am class at the community college. They had to be serious students if they were taking a creative writing class that early so I wanted to be at my best. Staying by the window would have done nothing but frustrate me more. He was waste of heterosexuality and even the voyeuristic pleasure of watching the object of your desire taking it was missing. I stared at the ceiling in my room playing the film of how it should be. The slow roll of her head backwards, her mouth opening as a small gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped. I imagined the motion, the sound, but I was in her apartment underneath her. Beneath her for every sharp intake of breath, for every squeezing of her pussy around me as she got a step closer to her pleasure, for every scream as she peaked, for every orgasm I could draw from her body with mine. He changed nothing. My bedroom stayed scented with her perfume. I had my cold coffee by the window on the right mornings. I watched a movie every two weeks. I ate in the same restaurants and she drank the same wine. I still whispered goodnight. I left her their privacy. My family began to worry about me. I had isolated myself more than ever and even the teaching position did nothing to relieve their fears. I had been close to my father, and closer to my mother. I was old enough to understand everything I had lost but still too young to be able to handle it. My family could not help me; they were only slightly less devastated than I had been. By the time they realized I had put up walls, they were too strong to be taken down by someone on the outside. I had always made the effort to playact involvement for them before. She changed that; I did not feel the need to make believe if I had her in my life. My cousin tried to make everything better with a serious of ambush dates. She would corner me in the hallway on my way to class or get her husband to ask me to stop by for dinner that night. There would be a different female that I had to entertain at the table to go with the food. I never saw any of them past the dinner encounters, regardless of any pleading on my cousin's part. It was five months after the first time I saw them having sex that our realities collided. I had the writing flow going and was almost finished with a short story for one of the best of science fiction collections. It was the first time I had been asked and thought I could gain readers if I did it right. I had written three books so far; one had critical acclaim and the other two had my publisher doing good sales cartwheels. I had left class and gone right to my writing desk. I stayed there finishing the outline and half of the first draft before I realized I was late for the Friday goodnight. I walked to the window expecting not to see her; the first time that would have happened in months. I looked outside and was surprised to see them standing in living room facing each other. Their stances said it was a hostile conversation. He was yelling at her, backing her up, but I could tell the explosion was coming. I would have turned away except as I said goodnight she lost it. She was vibrant in her anger. She waved her arms around and the same passion that awakened during the dance came alive now. I could tell she was winning because his face was burning. He tried to interrupt but she would not allow it. She pointed towards her door obviously telling him to get out. I smiled at her knowing if he left she would follow him outside to apologize. I do not know what caused it, what she might have said. He slapped her with the suddenness of a snake and with the same intentions. She had not been expecting it so it turned her away. Her hand came to the side of her face he slapped. She was obviously stunned. I could hear his next words in my mind. "Fuck you, bitch!" He stalked out of her apartment. I was moving before I realized what was happening. I opened my closet and grabbed a pair of work gloves I used while doing small repairs on the building. I opened my door and raced down the steps. I knew where he was going. The lizard part of my mind extracted the knowledge it needed but did not allow the connections that would have made me doubt my actions. I knew the path he would take to his home. I was half a block behind him when I turned outside my building towards him. The measurements were exact, every few feet I gained an inch on him. The chase was so controlled he never noticed my approach. There was an thin alley two blocks from his house. It was off a block that had shops that closed early in the evening. The lizard was better at timing and planning than I could ever be. He felt the menace at the last second and started to turn towards me. I grabbed the back of his neck and put my other hand on the small of my back. I used the grip on his neck to bend him down and with a running start shoved him into a garbage dumpster. He tried to protect himself and got an arm up fast enough to not be knocked unconscious. I had followed behind his body to catch the bounce. He came off the dumpster, dropping away from it only to be met my kick into the lower part of his ribcage. I gave him another kick higher up on his body which forced him against the dumpster. I stopped for a second and it was enough time for him to start to turn his head towards me. The lizard part was still handling the planning and timing. He came into position to look at me and at the same instant my fist crashed into him turning his face towards the ground. I kicked him again to keep him stunned. I picked him up by the belt of his pants and his shirt so that I could shove him into the wall by the dumpster. This gave me enough room to move to his other side. The lizard waited for him to start to get up, before I kicked him in the same lower portion of his ribcage I had assaulted on the other side. I kicked him high again but had to lift him myself to punch this side of his face. He fell to the ground and I took two steps back to give him time to recover. He lay on the ground and I thought I heard sobs. I walked away from him without looking around to see if anyone had seen me. I did not care either way; some deep part of me was satisfied with what I had done. I had time to think about why I did it on the walk back home. I could not explain it not then or even now. The beating had been necessary for my world to remain cohesive. I am sure a psychologist would have said something about repressed anger over my parents' death, trying to live up to the vision I had of my father, or even something about my possessive nature having not allowing him to hurt what was mine without repercussion. He probably would have been right about all of that; again though, my world could not maintain cohesiveness if I had allowed him that slap. I could not stop it but I had not allowed it. I had left the door to my building open. I shook my head at how little I had noticed on the way to the alley. I closed the door and checked my mailbox. My cousin and I left them open since nobody else lived with us. I dumped the junk mail in a garbage can by the door that had been placed there for that reason. I walked slowly up the stairs thinking about giving her up. I did not have to think about what any psychologist would have to say about that. This was the right time to approach her and instead I was thinking of not seeing her again. I moved into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I had sat down at my writing desk before I noticed I was not alone. It was probably because the lizard part of my brain had not gone completely to sleep; a feeling made up of one part in five hundred thousand; a scent dissimilar only to me from the scents coloring my bedroom. I did not smell her but my body did. I walked to the front of the apartment with my lungs burning. She was staring out my window down to the street. I walked to the back of my sofa and put my hands on it. We stood there for a couple of minutes. She watched nothing on the street below and I thought about everything I could not say. She turned her face towards me and stared. Her features were too strong for her to be just beautiful. She was still wearing the black dress that she had put on for their usual Friday night date. "Your doors were open." she said softly. She leaned her head to the side against the window frame and studied me. I nodded. "You saw didn't you?" she asked. Her voice was almost a whisper but all of my senses were focused on her. I was bathing in the mixture of her perfume and something else that called me. I nodded again. There was nothing to say about what had happened to her except it should not have. She walked to the small table beside the door where I usually dropped my things as I walked into the apartment. I had not been thinking so the gloves had been placed on top. She picked them up and studied them closely. She brought them to her face and inhaled their smell. I walked over to her and pulled them gently from her hands. She looked at me surprised. I gave her what I hoped was a gentle smile. She had seen the blood that stained the gloves. I walked by her to open the closet door and placed the gloves in their real home. She watched me over her shoulder. She nodded what seemed like acceptance when I turned around from closing the closet door. She walked around the living room touching the few things I owned. It would have been an exaggeration to call my apartment spartan. She picked up the few things small enough to and studied them. She looked at me after each item as if her study brought her closer to some truth about me. I satisfied myself with watching her. She moved back to the window and sat on the windowsill leaning against the glass. She tilted her head towards her shoulder and studied me again. I did not feel uncomfortable. "So you like watching me in the mornings?" she asked straight forward. I was surprised that there was no judgment in her voice only curiosity. I moved so that I was closer to her on the wall near the door. I put my hands behind me and leaned back on the wall. I looked at the ceiling thinking about how to traverse the mine field in front of me. I went with what felt right. "It's a reason to wake up that morning." I told her. She smiled at me and I felt the lethargy of a cat stretching out its claws coming from her. "I have to admit; it's a reason to get up and do my workout in the morning too." She said watching for my reaction. I could not help but smile a little at that. "And at night, why do you watch me then?" she asked moving to the side of the window that was closer to me. I looked at her feet and traveled my eyes up her body. She was blushing when our eyes touched. "I like saying goodnight to you." "But you're not saying it to me." she pointed out. "Does he say goodnight to you?" I guess it was the wrong thing to say because her eyes flashed. She moved around the apartment looking at the same things she had before. I moved to her place at the window. It was different to watch while she watched me. It was almost intimate. "I see you around town a lot." she said trying a different avenue of approach. I nodded. "Some people would think bad things about you as much as I see you around town." she said. "I could move away if you asked me to." "I couldn't ask anyone to do that over a few glasses of wine." she dismissed the suggestion gently. She had circled the apartment until she could take my position by the wall. She leaned her head against the wall and continued her study of me. "I would just like.." she hesitated mid-sentence and closed her eyes in thought. "I would just like to see you less." she continued. "I would move away if you asked me to." Her eyes widened as her head came down to meet my eyes. We stood there for a pair of silent minutes as she tried to take meaning from my statement. "That's his blood on the gloves." "Deserved." I told her turning to look out the window and into her apartment. She moved to stand beside me. "Have you watched us also?" she turned her face to look up at me as she asked. "Once." I admitted. I turned my face to look down at her. "He wasn't very exciting." I continued. "You were hoping for him to be exciting." she arched an eyebrow in a moment of humor. "I imagine it's hard to burn against wet wood." She laughed suddenly and moved away from me to circle the room again. She seemed lighter all of a sudden as if I had confirmed a suspicion of hers. "Well, David." she said, "I was expecting to go out tonight so I think it's your duty to substitute for the foolish." She turned to look at me as I stared at her. She did the tilt her head to side thing before she started giggling. "You don't even know my name, do you?" she said swallowing giggles between the words. "It hasn't mattered until now." "Oh and it matters now?" she asked archly. "You just asked me out so I figure that has to put us on a first name basis." She nodded her head. "Dacia" she said. "Thank you." I replied. "It was the least I could do considering you're buying me a VERY expensive dinner." she raised an eyebrow to see if I would say anything to that. I kept looking at her. "I mean all that working out has to let me do a little splurging." I shook my head. "No?" she asked with her brow furrowing cutely. "I was thinking more along the line of dancing." "Hmmm." she made it a throaty sound almost of satisfaction. "You do know how to get to a woman's heart." "I don't need a woman's heart." I said. The eyebrow went up again. "I want yours." I continued. "He can settle for 'A' woman's heart." "Careful..." she said her voicing dropping as she came close to me. "A woman takes those kind of words very much like a commitment." She was standing close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her body. I looked away and moved from the window. She leaned against the window and licked her upper lip; not across but up and down. I smiled at her; she arched the eyebrow and tilted her head. I felt special. "I'm deeply committed to getting up early in the morning and whispering goodnight through my window." She put her hands on the windowsill and arched her chest towards me. It was a subconscious motion as she turned her head to look away from me. "Is that all you want?" she asked turning her head to look at me again. "If that was all I wanted I WOULD buy you a very expensive dinner tonight." "So dancing means something to you?" she started to move towards me again. I allowed the heat to drift me towards the sofa and placed it between us. She gave me a smiling pout as we stood with it between us. "Dancing means something to you and you might mean something to me." I replied. "You know something. You throw those words around like they were nothing." she came close to snapping at me. "You know something. I've never thrown those words around before." I said meeting her eyes. "You're almost making promises here." "No. A promise is 'he's never going to do that to you again." I said motioning with my head to cheek he had slapped. Her hand came up to touch her face. I was around the sofa before I realized I had moved. She looked up at me as I pulled her hand away with mine and stroked her face with my other hand. "I'm not making any promises about me, Dacia." "Don't you think you're moving a little too fast." she whispered as she turned her face just a touch to stroke my fingers with her skin. "Should I move away?" She sniffed. "Not before you take me dancing." I stepped away from her heat and dropped my arms to my side. "I have to finish something I'm writing first." "For your students?" she asked and then realized she revealed she knew more about me than she might have wanted me to know. I smiled at her slip. "For a short story I was asked to write." "A real writer?" "Science fiction so in the eyes of a lot of people, no." I explained. "My little brother would disagree. Would I impress him if I said you'd taken me dancing." "Hmm.. so I might have someone on my side, huh?" "I don't know. He worships me. He probably would want to beat you up a little." "I don't know, something tells me he'll be happy enough to let this one slide just so that he doesn't have to play nice with your ex." "You're making a lot of assumptions here, David." she warned me. "He's not your ex?" I asked quietly. Her eyes froze at the tone of my voice. "You do that very well." she said finally moving away from me. "What?" "Chill the room." "He is your ex." "I didn't say it wasn't a safe assumption, I just don't want you to make too many concerning me." she looked at me searching for something. "The only assumptions I've made are; he's your ex and I'm a better dancer than you are." I turned away and walked into the kitchen to offer her a drink. I smiled as I heard her annoyed steps behind me. "Excuse me, who's a better dancer?" "I'm going to be an hour with my short." I said looking into the refrigerator at what whites I had. "Red." she said to get me to look at her. I closed the door and opened a cabinet door that contained a small wine rack. I studied her for a minute and pulled out a Beaujolais. I got a wine opener out of a drawer and smiled at her. "What is this about you being a better dancer?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest. I opened the bottle and pulled a decanter out of a cabinet along with a couple of glasses. I poured the wine into the decanter and motioned with my head for her to follow. She did with that slightly annoyed clicking of her heels on the floor. I felt her slow down behind me as she took the opportunity to open doors and look into rooms. I walked into my library and put the decanter on the coffee table. I almost laughed that it took her ten minutes to satisfy her initial curiosity about the rest of the apartment. I wondered what she would do if I told her there was an upstairs. She walked in and her eyebrow just asked me for to say something. I poured two glasses and handed her one. She took a sip while looking at me over the glass. "So what is this about being a better dancer." I shrugged. "I've seen you dance, remember." "So you think I'm not a good dancer." "I didn't say that you weren't good." I corrected her, " I said I was a lot better." "A lot better?!" "Look, Dacia. It's going to take me an hour to finish what I'm doing here. Then I'll show you, okay?" I said calmly but I could barely contain the smile on my face. She huffed herself into the chair and scrunched her eyes at me in an attempt to look mean. She could also not keep the humor from her face. I watched her get comfortable in the chair and thought she looked in my apartment. I put the glass by my computer and went back to work. I had trained myself in focusing while writing by allowing only one thing to break my concentration in any sitting. I chose sipping from the glass for this particular session. The first sip, she was watching me intently. Our eyes touched in a way that was only us touching. The second sip, she was staring out the window thinking about something intently. I hoped it was solidifying her decision to dump the pretty boy. The third sip, she was refilling her glass. Almost her body moving was too much for me to concentrate on my story again. The fourth sip, she was staring at the table while her fingernail tapped on her wineglass. I saved my work and archived the version of the story before I shut my machine down. She was watching me again and smiled as I got up. She flowed out of her chair and I could tell by her smile the wine and the hour of silence had relaxed her. I told her I needed to change and she walked in front of me to my bedroom. She sat down on the bed, leaned back on one hand and took a sip from her glass. She looked at me when I looked the obvious question at her. "You got to watch me." she said in way of explanation. I smiled and her boldness but had to admit to myself it was only fair. I looked into my closet and chose a black silk shirt to go with some black slacks. She moved beside as I finished dressing and brushed at some imaginary dust on my shoulder. I looked down at her and our eyes met. We froze looking at each other. I took her hand leading her to the living room. I picked up my wallet and keys. I walked us outside and to my car. I drove us to the club. "I love this club." she told me as we pulled into the parking area, "But we can't get in on a Friday night. Look at the line." The line was fairly long and would not have been worth waiting on if I did not know I could get in. "I like the name 'My Father's Club'." she continued, "It sounds like it has meaning." I nodded as I slid into the tow away zone behind the club. She looked at the signs and then back at me. She shrugged to herself. I got out of the car and walked around to her end. She did the feminine turn of her legs and standing up when I opened the door for her. She had all the feminine wiles so we were only inches from each other and even in the cool night the heat from her body warmed me. "We're not going to get in David." she told me as I took her hand and led her towards the front. I stopped and turned towards her. "Why did you come to my apartment tonight?" I asked her. She looked at me. "I never felt like you were watching me. It like you were watching over me. I felt safe." I nodded. "I needed to feel safer tonight." she said looking at me. "So trust me." I said to her. She looked at me and touched her cheek. She smiled and nodded at me. I walked to the front of the line. The guy at the door smiled at me and opened the door for us. The people at the front of the line started to grumble about that. He turned to give them that look that said the line would freeze until they left if anybody said anything else. I could feel Dacia looking at me when I moved to the tables in the upstairs part of the club. One of the hostesses removed a reserved sign from a table that overlooked the dance floor. It was swing night so there was a lot of lively action on the floor. The band seemed to be very good at getting people moving. The waitress was by the table by the time we sat down and asked Dacia what she wanted. Dacia looked impressed when the waitress did not have to ask for my drink but seemed to get exactly what I wanted. "Do you come here a lot?" she asked me. The upstairs had been designed to buffer against the sound on the first floor so we only had to speak louder and be facing each other to be heard. I shrugged and watched as Michael came towards us. I got up to shake his hand and he looked at Dacia expectantly. "This is Dacia. Dacia, this is Michael the club manager." I introduced hoping Michael would catch the hint and make himself scarce. Dacia seemed impressed with Michael kissing her hand. Michael had questions in his eyes when he turned to look at me but kept them firmly in check. He turned back to Dacia and told her to have fun tonight. He walked away and I felt more relaxed. "That's you can get in here. You know people." I nodded. It was true that I knew people. "So when are we going to dance?" she asked me. "Finish your drink." I told her. "You need to be a little more relax if you even want to hope to keep up with me." She gave me the evil eye but settled into her drink while watching the dancers on the floor. I watched her again struck by how right she looked with me. We made small talk while she finished her drink slowly. Finally, she pointed the open end of the glass to show me it was empty. I smiled and got up with her. We walked to the dance floor and she learned that while she might not believe I was a better dancer I was definitely a better swing dancer. She had fun as I kept the dancing basic and she let me lead. If she had been trained she would have known how much better I was because I lead her effortlessly. She had the natural rhythm but it can still be difficult to spin someone who has never done it before. It took three songs before they played a slow one. She was laughing as she moved into my arms. Halfway through the song, she put her cheek on my shoulder and let the music takes us away. The band broke out into a fast song again and I kept her out there for a half hour. She could have been very good and there was a joy to her steps that was contagious. The band broke out into another slow song and we spent it looking at each other. Our faces came closer as the song progressed until our lips were touched and not touched for the last seconds of the song. I wanted to kiss her but it seemed so much more to be touching lips together. She led me away from the floor and back to the table. The waitress came over and Dacia changed her order to a pitcher of ice water. I asked for some of the appetizers. The club had just enough food to make sure people did not have to leave but was not a full-fledged restaurant. Dacia was having fun telling me how I actually was not THAT much better than her and it would only take some practice before I would be left in the dust. Her face was so excited that I satisfied myself with watching her as she kept talking. The waitress dropped the food off and as I looked up I knew I was in trouble. Gloria was talking to Michael and looking over at Dacia and myself. Gloria was by most standards an amazonian redhead. She was as tall as I was and built thickly. She had a brutal workout regimen that kept her natural size looking healthy. Gloria had also been hunting me for as long as I could remember. People got out of her way when she focused on us and moved towards the table. I sat back and braced myself. Dacia must have noticed because she turned around and immediately noticed Gloria. She was just noticeable in any crowd. I was surprised by Dacia's sharp intake of breath. Gloria grabbed a chair from a table as she passed and put it down by our table. She sat down and studied Dacia who tilted her head in her own study of Gloria. "Hello, I'm Gloria." "Hello Gloria, I'm Dacia." she replied while putting her hand out. "What are you doing with my man?" Gloria asked as she shook the offered hand. "Gloria." I said quietly. Both ladies turned to look at me. "He does that so well." Dacia told Gloria who only nodded having never heard me speak to her like that before. I had known Gloria since grammar school and the only time she had not lived within a mile of me was when we went to different colleges. "He did me a favor tonight." Dacia answered Gloria's original question. "Do you mind if I dance with him?" Gloria asked. "He is YOUR man." Dacia replied. They looked at each other communicating between them about me but what was said I could not figure out. Finally, Gloria nodded and took my hand. Gloria had been volunteered as my partner after my original partner had moved away soon after my parents' death. My family wanted me to maintain some continuity. Gloria had probably wanted to make sure that Dacia understood that we had history. It was obvious on the dance floor. People gave us plenty of space to do our thing. Gloria love swing and she was a great follower. Most of our dancing was a little canned from the sets we practiced at our dance classes; there was more of an air of freedom to our movements tonight though. For the first time, I felt the heat from Gloria's body in the same way I felt Dacia's. She was laughing as we moved through some complex spins and our bodies touched. We ended the dance with her legs straddling my thigh and our lips inches away. I led her back to the table laughing as her excitement swamped me. She sat down and smiled at Dacia. "He's never danced like that with me before." she told Dacia. The communication started between them again. It was almost electric. They talked to each other ignoring me so I watched the dance floor. Finally, Gloria stood up and whispered something in Dacia's ear. They both turned to give me identical mysterious looks. They turned to face each other and froze. They were inches apart and the electricity between them returned. I held my breath as their lips aligned almost naturally. They each gave a little shake and separated by inches. They kept looking at each other. They broke out into laughter suddenly. Gloria kissed my cheek and waved to Dacia as she walked away from us. Dacia's eyes followed her. "She's very beautiful." she said. Her tone made think it was better not to say anything. "You really are a lot better than me." she said looking back at me. "My father met my mother in a club that sat right here." I told her. "My mom said he swept her off her feet. My dad wanted me to learn how to dance because if it was good enough to get him his perfect woman..." I shrugged as I thought about them. "So you had an unfair advantage." she teased me. I smiled at her. I watched Gloria pick up her summer jacket and look towards us on our way out. Dacia turned around in her chair to see where my eyes were. Gloria looked from me to her. They stared at each other for about 15 seconds before Gloria broke out into a big smile and waved goodbye. "So let's get to work on becoming better partners." Dacia said when she turned back to me. "Excuse me?" I replied confused. Her smile was wicked as she tried to look into me to get to what I had been thinking about. My thoughts had traveled at the hesitant leaning towards each other they had done. "You make me feel that safe." I looked at her and her smile became seductive. I got up to take her back to the dance floor. My mother had been like that; all knowing when it came to what my father and I were thinking. Almost it scared me, but she made me feel that safe. The rest of the night was teaching her to allow me to lead now that she knew I was. We were interrupted by other dancers who wanted to trade dance partners. We danced until Michael kicked us out so the staff could get out on time. She asked me to the diner. We both had small salads and talked to hold off the next step as long as possible. We were both quiet drive to our apartments. I got lucky with a parking spot in front of her building. We sat in the car for a minute without saying anything. I decided I was as well make believe I knew what I was doing and got out to open her door. Her motion out of the car was even more feminine than at the club. She had made up her mind and stepped into me for our first kiss. Her mouth crashed into me. It did not of course but that is how it felt to me. I could breathe her; it was only that the part of her that mixed with her perfume was more noticeable as our lips interlocked. It was almost too much for me; the feel of her lips, her scent, her arms moving to wrap around my waist, the pressure of my body touching hers, the taste of her. I was lost as I pushed her into the car and concentrating on one thing, her mouth on mine. It was a lost battle the moment her tongue came searching for a taste of me. I touched her tongue with mine and I felt electric. I broke the kiss off to hold on to a piece of myself. She looked at me and her eyes hungered. "Wanna go start another bottle of wine?" I forced out as soon as I could break her eye contact. I looked back at her and she gave me a languid smile that said a lot that I wanted to hear. I took her hand and guided her around the door so I could close it. We walked to my building each wrapped up in our own thoughts. She pulled me down the couch on top of her as soon as she was sure of her landing. It took me by surprise and I was drowning in the taste of her before I knew what was happening. She knew she was pulling out the last string holding my control together. I rubbed myself into her stomach and she pushed herself onto me to give me more pressure. I went crazy and she rode a willing shotgun. I pulled her up from the couch, put one arm under knees and the other under her upper back. She cradled her head into my neck and bit me hard. I carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. I put my face into her neck and bit her gently in the exact spot she bit me. She pulled up her dress to her waist and wrap her legs around me. I went with a good thing and kept the dress's trip going so that I could pull it off her body. My first thought was that she was not wearing a bra and how could her tits possibly have stayed that high without support. My body told my mind to shut the fuck up and throw the dress aside. I looked down at her and realized I had never hungered because my mouth watered to taste her erect nipples. I took too long in thinking so she took matters into her own hands. She grabbed my shirt in both hands close to the neck and popped the buttons. She pulled herself up by my neck and put her teeth on my chest. She ran them down my torso pulling me down to lean over her head. She ended by licking around my bellybutton, down to the waist of my pants and then along it. I died in those moments. She opened the belt and my pants. She reached inside pulled me out and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucked it while licking the opening at the tip. I thought before had been too much but this was even more. She let me go and signaled impatiently by pulling on my pants. I rolled to her side and nearly ripped them as I pushed everything from my lower body. She let me clear them and then rolled on top of me tongue first onto the base of my dick. She grabbed me at the top, rubbed her fingers along the crown while licking the base where my ballsack met my dick. She licked her way down to my testicles and took one into her mouth gently. I groaned as my hips moved involuntarily towards her. She had taken over the reins into ride to insanity. She took my other testicle into her mouth and stroked her hand down my dick. I felt like I had never been hard, like this was my first erection with need. She licked me from my testicles, up the bottom of my dick until she circling the most sensitive part of my head with hard pressure from her tongue. "Fuck!" I could not help making it almost a scream. She took the head of my dick into her mouth and sucked it while stroking my dick with her hand. Her other hand came up to massage my testicles and the circle was complete focusing on my genitals. My body felt like it was in the middle of a great orgasm. My upper chest itch, the hair in the back of my neck was sensitized, my toes were curled, I had fistfuls of blankets, my hips were pushing up into her, I could not breathe, and my eyes were squeezed shut so hard there were explosions of color behind my eyelids. "Dacia!" She knew what I was asking for so she let me go and put her hands on my thighs. She lifted herself up to look at me. I waited for my senses to stop reeling and my body to return from the abyss. I looked down at her. She held my eyes as she moved down to lick me from my base to the tip where she held her tongue on the opening giving it light strokes. She crawled up my body making sure that she did while rubbing her skin along my dick. Her lips touched mine gently and she took my lower lip between her teeth. I put my hands on both sides of her face and kissed her as deeply as I had ever kissed anyone in my life. She was the one to break the contact this time. She stared into my eyes for a long time. "You know I came up here for a revenge fuck." she said almost in apology. I kissed her deeply again. I tried to take some of her essence into me from her mouth to have something of hers to keep. She broke the kiss again to look at me. "There's nothing I can say to that Dacia except he can't have you back." I replied. "And not because he slapped you." She smiled at me in a way that told me it was close enough to what she wanted to hear. She moved her face back to kiss me and rubbed my dick with her tummy. I did what I had been wanting to do for a long time. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. I squeezed her butt cheeks hard and kissed her just as hard. She gasped into my mouth at the increase in intensity and pushed herself back into my hands. I had been waiting a long time so I took my time exploring her ass as I continued to kiss her. I grabbed her panties and pushed them towards her the valley between her asscheeks so that I could touch more flesh. She pulled out of the kiss to give me her neck. I explored both end of her body; one with my hands and the other with my mouth. I put my hands underneath her panties and ran my fingers between her asscheeks. She hit her wall and pulled up completely. She pushed her panties off her body and moved so that she was straddling my hips. I pushed her up closer to me so that I could take a nipple into my mouth. She groaned as I moved one hand underneath her to run along her pussy lips, the other hand I used to stroke skin between her asscheeks again. She was wet so I focused on her pussy. I moved my top hand so I could touch her lips and focused my bottom hand on her clit. My lips and tongues were loving the feel of breasts. I could feel her get closer to orgasm as I penetrated her with a finger. I sucked the very tip of her nipple and played my tongue on it. I pushed the finger deeper inside her and increased the pressure on her clit as I rubbed circles on it. "OH FUCK!" was the last thing I heard before I was crushed by her pushing her weight down on me, grabbing my neck and pulling me up. Her hips gyrated wildly so I took the hint and finger fucked her while rubbing her clit hard. She screamed again as I started running out of air but could not seem to care. Her entire body tense and heat poured from her body. She yelled my name in release as she pushed over the edge. She came hard and immediately tried to get away from me. I clamped down on her by pulling up by the finger I had inside her. I latched on to a breast . I kept her legs apart with my thighs and opened her lips to give me direct access to her clit. I stimulated it directly with the tip of my finger with gentle but quick circles. "David, no!" "David, NO!" "DAVID, NO!" "OH God!" I forced the orgasm on her sensitized body and she tried desperately to get away until her entire body flooded with sensation. She did not tense this time instead lost control of her extremities. She was murmuring sounds of pleasure into my ear. I felt her recover and relax on top of me. She felt like warm liquid as her body surrendered to the aftermath of what had happened to it. She flowed downward so that she could kiss me but stopped when my hard dick unerringly found the opening to her pussy. "Please tell me you have protection." she said looking at me while catching the tip of my dick between her lips. She rotated her hips to play it deeper inside of her and to stimulate my nerve endings. "If you don't stop that we're not going to need it." "Is it too much for you?" she purred. She dipped her hips and took me in until the slightest push would seat my head inside her. I snorted air in and out of my lungs trying to control my need to fuck into her. "Please Dacia, I have push into you if you keep doing that." I told her pleadingly. She stared into my eyes when they opened pushing her hips down ounces of pressure away from seating my dickhead inside of her. "Where is it?" she asked me. "Drawer." I said motioning my head towards a nightstand by my bed. She wrapped her legs under my thighs and pulled at me as she turned her body. I followed her so that I ended up on top of her in missionary position. The change in positions had gotten us closer to the stand. I reached over to open the drawer and her hand moved down to stroke my dick. She moved her other hand and used both of them to stroke me from my base to my head. I pulled the opened box and sat on my heels. This gave her more access to stroke me. My hands were too nervous so I had problems opening the box. She moved my dick down as soon as I got a condom package out and dropped the box by our side. I moved to lean over her and she dragged the head of my dick up and down her pussylips while stroking me. I opened the package and she took the condom out of my hand. I watched as she smiled at me while placing it on the tip of my dick. She rolled it down smoothly helped by how hard I was to be inside her. She put one hand behind my neck and pulled me towards her. She guided my dick to her entrance and held it so I could push through her hand into her pussy. She was hot, tight even through the condom. I dreamt of how wonderful it would feel to feel her with not interference. I pushed into her solidly. She tightened her hand on my neck and her hips moved in reaction to my invasion. I stopped to look at her. "No, please David. It's exactly what I need." she begged me moving her hand on my dick to my hip to try to pull me into her. I continued my invasion into her pussy with my dick until I had no more to give her. It was her turn to give so I grabbed her legs beneath her knees and brought them up so that her knees were beside her breasts. She gasped as it deepened the penetration. I pulled my hips back put weight on to her legs and pounded solidly into her. "Aaar!" she screamed as I planted myself inside of her through the tightness of her body. I smiled at her reaction; of course this woman would love this. I pulled back and pounded hard into her again. She convulsed from her hips upwards in reaction to me. I knew that she was close. I let myself go knowing she would get there before I would which would allow me to stop. I let my hips dictate the pace of moving out and into her with hard, fast, full strokes. Both her hands moved to my stomach as I fucked her how her body needed me to. She screamed, groaned, moaned almost all at the same time as she got closer to orgasm. I felt it before she did. Her pussy opened up for me for two strokes to allow me to power into her before it clamped down to prevent any motion. I had never felt such pressure on my dick but kept moving in and out of with if not with as much force. It made no difference to her. Her body flowered in orgasm. Her hands fell to her side to grasp fistfuls of the bedding. Her hips came up and pushed towards me hoping that I would hesitate at the bottom of her well, she screamed release into the my bedroom air, her upper body flushed with the blood flow. I watched in awe having wanting to see her exactly like this for so long. My body was on autopilot and held me deep inside her to give me the pleasure of her body squeezing me while she came and to stop me from coming myself. She pulled me down with both hands around my head. She kissed me as if her life depended on giving me her soul through her lips. Her hips moved to entice me to release myself inside of her. "Is your turn baby?" she whispered to me as she ran her fingers through my hair. It was not because she wanted it to end but I felt like she needed me to cum as much as I wanted to. I pulled up to look into her eyes. She let me into her through them telling me no matter what this would not be the last time so I did not have to keep trying. We both needed the pressure to come of as only my coming could give us. I kissed her and moved my hands underneath her to grab two handfuls of her asscheeks. She propped her legs up as high as she could on my body to give me what depth she could. We kissed as I pumped in and out of her in short, fast strokes. They were not as pleasurable as running myself in and out of her for what my length would allow but it was all I had the mental energy for. I moved from her lips and put my face in the hollow of her neck. She whispered to me; I do not know what she said but it was a comfort as my orgasm built. She began to squeeze me with her pussy which only quickened the approach of my release. I sucked where her neck joined her shoulder knowing it would a mark but wanting to mark her even if only temporarily. It was all too much and over too quick for me. I pulled out as far as I could and thrust into her one last time. She knew what it meant and at the bottom of the stroke as I hesitated waiting for the last bit of stimulation she gave it to me by squeezing and releasing me. Squeezing and releasing me. I felt just inside my ass; the ting of pressure being released. I felt my balls relax as lava flowed from them up my dick only to be captured by plastic. I pushed into her hard as my body fought the entrapment of my seed; the prevention of us being joined as her body accepted me. She marked me herself by sucking in the same place I had made her mine temporarily. She kept squeezing and releasing me milking what she could through the plastic even if it was futile because of it. I collapsed on top of her. She whispered to me as she stroked her hands up and down my back. I still could not separate what she was saying into distinct words. They brought me back down to reality slowly though. I tried to move to her side but she gripped my body with her legs and her arms to keep me in place. "Stay here." she said. "Please just a little longer." I had been trying to be considerate. I did what I really wanted to do and kissed her as I relaxed my weight on top of her. She moaned in reaction to the weight pushing her into the bed. It was my slipping out of her and the condom getting uncomfortable that made me move. I pulled away from her and removed the condom. I moved to toss it into the garbage by the bed. She caught me by surprise as she spun on the bed so that her head was by my crotch. The first lick was an even bigger surprise. She smiled up at me with my dick in her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows at me. I smiled down at her in the expectation of the best night of life soon to be followed by the best night of life without condoms. I was downstairs looking at the mail when my cousin opened the door to her apartment. I had dropped hers on the table and was sorting through mine for what I could just dump. I knew I was in trouble when I saw her smiling at me. "A little bird told me you took a very sexy young lady to your father's club last night." "Michael should learn to keep his mouth shut." I replied coming close to laughter. "I heard that!!" Michael yelled from inside their apartment. "She tortured me and told me that the club could not continue to afford my salary if I didn't talk." I did laugh at that. Michael had been a great part of the reason the club was successful and as my financial manager my cousin could never make that threat seriously. My cousin's eyes widened at my laughter. Any questions she might have asked were stopped as Dacia came down the steps. We looked up the stairs at her. She was carrying everything she had worn the night before and was wearing an old pair of my sweatpants, one of my college sweatshirts, a baseball cap and my slippers. She smiled at my cousin when she saw her. She did not even hesitate to come to me and push me against the table with her body. She turned her face up lips jutting towards me for a kiss. We kissed gently, reacquainting ourselves with had become very familiar between us the night before. She buried her face in my chest and inhaled me. She seemed as fascinated by my scent as I was with her. She turned to look at my cousin. I could feel her smile on my skin. "Hi, Shelly." "Hey, Dacia." was all my cousin could come up with. "I'm going to go shower." Dacia told me as she turned to leave waving at my cousin. She turned around in the middle of the street to watch and wave at me as she headed to her building. "You know she wants you to follow right David?" my cousin asked. I nodded. "I have more important things to do though." "What's more important than her, right now?" "Do you have the number of the head doctor you and Uncle Roger want me to see?" I asked without turning around. I knew her eyes would be tearing so I gave her the privacy she needed. "I won't be a reason I lose her." 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