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would notice my sweaty
palm.
    He slowed down to make sure that I was
aware of the three steps down to the dance floor. He raised my arm,
helping me balance. The dance floor was crowded with people. He
walked ahead of us, parting the mass of people dancing at the edge
of the floor. We walked to a spacious area, and he pulled me close.
He moved our bodies to the beat of the song. The palm of his right
hand rested at the base of my lower back while his left hand rested
at my shoulder blade. I felt flutters in my belly. I couldn’t bring
myself to look in his face. He is so sickeningly gorgeous. My
forearms rested on his upper arms and my hands rested on his
shoulders. I felt like a fifth grader dancing an awkward slow dance
with the tall boy at her first dance. However, this boy was pulling
me very close to his body, and I refused to feel if there was a
hardness on his groin.
    I wanted to see his divine face
because stealing looks at the gym was not enough to get my fill of
his gorgeousness. His face was so close to mine that I shyly peered
up. I was now aware of his breathe on my cheek. I drank in his
intoxicating scent. His eyes were closed as he was grooving to the
music. I moved in tune to his rhythmic movements. His ease in being
so close to me made me relax.
    A faster paced song was mixed in, and
I pulled away slightly from his body, his arms slackened a bit. I
turned around, while still in his arms, and started swaying and
shaking my behind to the heightened beat. His large, strong hands
grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to his groin. We started
moving in sync and I could distinctly feel an erection, which
brought a grin to my face and jolted my ego. Taking full advantage
of this newfound sensation, I moved myself back into his body,
pushed my back to his front grinding my ass to his crotch. His
large hands, my favorite part of him so far, held my hips close to
him. His head lowered onto my shoulder and his prickly beard grazed
my ear and chin.
    I could barely hear him say, “What are
you doing to me?” With that question, I popped my hips back, arched
my back and rested my head softly back to his chest. I felt his
fingers tighten around my hips. His thumb pressed on the spot where
I had the most tension in my hip. Despite the pressure, it felt
amazing to have that spot kneaded to relaxation. I felt little
waves of desire in my lower belly. The tingles coursed through me.
I had an overwhelming need to mount him. I was so aroused, but so
unsure why we were even dancing together.
    I felt my dress rising to an
unacceptable height, I took both hands and tugged it down to my
sides. He lowered his large hands from my hips down my outer, upper
thighs, and lifted the dress back up. I turned my head and looked
up at him, seeing a devilish grin.
    I turned around to face him, and asked
loudly, “What are you doing to me?” Without responding, he leaned
in and kissed me on the lips. Not wanting him to stop, I lifted up
onto the balls of my feet and leaned into his kiss. His tongue
stroked at the seam of my lips, parting them, demanding entry. He
held me tight and I felt like I would be absorbed into his
body.
    I tilted my head and parted my mouth,
inviting his tongue in further. He breathed in and groaned slightly
as tongues melded together. Electric shock waves went up and down
my spine as he pulled me closer and kissed me more deeply. Our
bodies swayed from side to side. His arms were completely wrapped
around my body as we both stopped dancing, but continued rocking to
the beat. As we kissed, I could feel him lifting me up with his
strong arms. I was so thankful for the platform heels, which gave
me height and assisted his lifting my curvy body. My arms wrapped
around his neck and my fingers raked through his soft, wavy black
hair.
    I didn’t want to stop kissing him. I
hadn’t been kissed passionately in some time. I didn’t even think
I’d been kissed like that ever. I certainly never felt these
feelings and