Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

"One of the weird things about both of us-and there are many weird things about both of us-is that our CD collection contains lots of stuff that is older than we are. Heck, lots of mine are older than my mother." Sophia offered, to laughter.

  "Speaking of the prom," Sophia remembered, "You guys got a table? We've got an opening at ours."

  "No, we don't. I'm gonna get the tickets on Monday. Who's at yours?" Josh asked.

  "Your cousin Karen, for one, and her boyfriend," Josh laughed. "Me and Snugglebear, here, of course, and my best friend Jessie and her boyfriend Jason, who also happens to be Warren's best friend."

  Meggan and Josh smiled at each other. "Sounds great."

  "Table ten, then," Sophia told them. "We'd love to have you. Oh! And we're also having a post-prom party in the hotel afterwards. We're all renting rooms, and we're going to have a party in one central room-probably ours-and then you'll have a room to go sleep it off in."

  "I don't know about that," Meggan said nervously.

  "Oh, shit, I forgot who I was talking to. I'm sorry, Meg, didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

  "That's OK." Meg smiled. "We'll think about it."

  "The rooms are doubles." Warren pointed out.

  "OK," said Josh. "We'll let you know."

  After they got done skating, Josh was driving Meg home.

  "Josh?"

  "Hmm?"

  "Did you want to?"

  "Did I want to what?"

  "Go to the party after the prom. Get a room together."

  "Only if you want to."

  "We could be sharing a room. And I might not want to do anything."

  "That's OK."

  "You sure?"

  "Willing to wait, remember?"

  She smiled at him. "Let's do it, then."

  Chapter 40 - More Dancing, and Other Things

  Meg and Josh, and Karen and her boyfriend Bill, were already at the prom when the foursome showed up.

  "Two weeks, two proms," Crash quipped as he sat down.

  "Our Junior prom at St. Mike's was last week," Warren filled in.

  Introductions were made for those that didn't know each other, and they all started chatting happily. The dinner started being served, just as the DJ said he was going to play some "dinner music."

  The sounds of Benny Goodman filled the ballroom.

  "Dinner music?" Warren exclaimed. "That ain't no dinner music, that's dancing music!"

  Sophia looked at him. "Eat fast, dear, before they start playing the techno." Sophia and Warren started wolfing down their food.

  "What are you doing?" Jessie asked.

  "Eating fast," Sophia said between mouthfuls. "We need to dance. This is our music."

  "This old stuff?" Jessie laughed.

  "If you were an ice dancer that took ballroom on the side, you'd understand," Warren supplied. Just then, the strains of "Moonlight Serenade" started up. Sophia and Warren looked at their half-finished plates, then at each other, and said, simultaneously, "Fuck it!" and got up, to the amusement of their friends.

  "We can always grab a burger," Sophia said into Warren's ear as they started dancing.

  They were, of course, the only people on the dance floor-and they were stunning. Warren, of course, had a tux on, and Sophia was wearing a stunning lavender spaghetti-strap dress, her long black hair piled high on her head. The most stunning part, however, was watching them dance. They glided effortlessly on the dance floor, moving as one, as they always did while dancing on or off the ice. And when they danced, they danced with passion. Sophia once told Jessie that she considered dancing "the most erotic thing you can do with your clothes on, and the best foreplay ever invented," and every time she and Warren danced, they proved it. They were alone on the dance floor, under the amazed gaze of 400 of Sophia's classmates and dates, and they might have well been alone. Their dancing was not vulgar, or overtly suggestive. It was sensuous, passionate, and totally hot. It was the way they moved, the way they looked at each other, the way a hand touched a shoulder. Meggan, watching them, dropped her fork to the plate with a loud "clank" and muttered, "Oh my God. That's one of the most fantastic things I've ever seen."

  The music changed to Tommy Dorsey's "Opus One." "Wow," laughed Warren, "they gonna play all our free dance music?" Sophia just laughed, and they proved that dancing fast and uptempo did not have to mean it was any less passionate.

  They danced, while everyone ate. They asked the DJ if he had any Sinatra, and he played a few for them. They danced to all the big band music the DJ played during dinner. They bounced all around the dance floor to one of their favorites, Glenn Miller's "Little Brown Jug." And when they sensed that the music was about to change, and they left the floor after one last rousing dance to "In The Mood," they were stunned-they were being applauded.

  Their six friends at their table, in fact, were standing and whooping. They got back to the table with embarrassed smiles on their faces. As they had expected, the waiters had taken their plates, but that was all right. Food you could get any time. Dancing like that was a rare opportunity.

  "That was a treat. A real treat. Thank you for letting us all see that," Josh said.

  "I've known for a long time how into each other you guys are, but I never really knew, until just now," Karen commented.

  "Ah, we're dancers. That's what we do," Sophia demurred.

  "Yeah, fantastic dancers who are so much in love with each other that they need a fire extinguisher for the dance floor right about now," Meggan quipped.

  "I see now what you mean about dancing being erotic," Jess added. Crash, beside her, said, "Shit, I know from erotic, but I don't think I could ever dance that well, Jessie."

  The rest of the prom was perfect. The other six took their turn at dancing, and Warren and Sophia snuggled and held court at the table, but danced to every reasonably acceptable slow song.

  The king and queen and all that were named. Nobody at their table won, but nobody cared, except for Warren who grumbled, "that queen can't hold a candle to Sophia," resulting in amusement all around the table. And not winning a silly prom queen was way offset by what Mr. Carvalho said after he had handed out the awards.

  "And I'd like to offer special thanks and appreciation to Sophia Daniels and her date, Warren Kelleher, for giving up most of their mealtime to treat us to an absolute ballroom dancing clinic the likes I've never seen. It was amazing. Thank you guys, for sharing it with us." The room erupted in applause.

  The prom wound down, and the party moved upstairs, to Warren and Sophia's room.

  There was a fairly large crowd at first, but it quickly dwindled to the eight at the table. They were all cuddled in various spots around the room, but still engaging in conversation with one another.

  Meggan was sitting on Josh's lap, flopped in a big easy chair. They had been chatting with everyone, but, after a while, the conversations got more private, and they were mostly cuddling and whispering with one another.

  Meggan was wearing a peach dress, all frilly, and had her hair in a French braid. Josh couldn't believe this gorgeous creature was there with him, sitting in his lap, flopped back against him, his arms around her waist. They cuddled and kissed a bit. Getting in a mood, Josh took a chance. He let his right hand slowly work its way up, until it settled lightly on Meg's left breast.

  And Meg gasped. And jumped.

  Knowing her past, and assuming that her reaction was out of fear, Josh quickly dropped his hand. But Meg was not reacting out of fear. Even though she was in a room with other people, she didn't care. She wasn't scared. She jumped because it felt like Josh's hand was plugged into an electrical socket. And, when he dropped his hand, Meggan reacted out of pure instinct, and pure desire to feel it again-she grabbed his hand and lifted it back onto her breast. And, to make her reaction completely clear, squeezed his hand against her breast and sighed contentedly.

  Josh, unbeknownst to Meg-his head was behind hers-opened his eyes very wide when she re-attached the hand. "Wow," he thought to
himself. For quite a few minutes, he gently massaged her breast, occasionally rubbing the nipple through her dress and bra, and watched in amazement as her breathing got more and more ragged.

  And then something he never expected happened. Meggan turned to him, a big smile on her face, and said, "Let's go back to our room."

  When they got there, before they barely got in the door, Meggan wrapped her arms around Josh and gave him the longest, hottest kiss they had ever shared. She broke the kiss, looked up at her boyfriend, and said, "I know what being turned on is, now. Oh boy do I." Josh just laughed. Meggan broke their embrace, and went and sat down on one of the beds.

  "Josh, I'm going to ask you something that I have no right to ask you, because it might end up being very unfair to you."

  "What, darling?"

  "I want you to try." She blushed furiously. "And I don't know what I want you to try. But I want you to try something. And I'm asking this knowing-and you need to know-that I might start screaming 'stop! Stop! Stop!" at any time. I don't know if I will. But I can't guarantee that I won't. And that's a lot to ask of you. But I'm so turned on right now that I'm less scared than I've ever been. I just don't know if it will come back."

  "Little one, you need but ask. Anything. What do you want me to do?"

  "Well, what would you do, right about now? Just pretend I'm normal." They both giggled.

  "Oh, you are way more than merely normal, love," Josh said. He sat down next to her, and started unbuttoning her dress. When he had it undone, he helped her wiggle out of it. She was sitting in the bed in bra and panties, and she was amazed, but not scared. And quickly she was without a bra, too.

  His hands went to her breasts. Then his mouth went to her breasts, and how that felt was previously beyond her comprehension. She felt her face flush as he nibbled on her right breast, his hands still working on her left. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and she closed her eyes.

  Suddenly, she realized Josh was trying to get her panties off. She raised her hips to allow them to slip off, and as they pulled away from her pussy with a slurp, she realized how wet she was. Amazing, she thought to herself. He's playing with my tits and making me wet. I almost do feel normal.

  Well, almost. Josh had started running a finger up and down her pussy lips, bringing shuddering gasps from Meggan. But, when he delicately probed with a finger at her entrance, she flinched.

  He noticed. "Want me to stop here?" he asked.

  "I dunno," she said, full of conflicting emotions, very turned on but very scared. "It feels so good, and you've been so gentle but... y'know... going in..." she blushed and gulped.

  "You're afraid of penetration." She nodded. "You were doing fine until I started to do that." She nodded again. "But you are turned on beyond belief, aren't you?" She nodded again, blushing with a crooked smile.

  "Fine," he said. "There are other ways to go about this." She looked at him quizzically, as he put her breast back in her mouth, nibbling on the nipple, producing another satisfied groan from her. Then he started moving down, licking the underside of her breast, kissing down her stomach, tickling her bellybutton with his tongue (which produced a giggle), and then moving beyond that. Abruptly, Meggan realized where he was headed.

  "Josh? Uh, what are you doing?"

  "Just trust me, Meg." He moved a centimeter closer.

  "Uh, Josh? Do people actually do that? I thought that was just in nasty books. Y'know, dirty. Perverted."

  Josh stopped his descent momentarily, realizing he had a bit of a problem here. "No, Meg, people actually do it. It's not dirty or perverted. A lot of people even like it."

  She blushed furiously, and said "I mean... can you... you like doing... have you done this before?"

  "Yes, I have done this before, and yes I like doing it. Very much so. And I would dearly love to do it to you."

  Meg blushed. "Did she... will I..." She trailed off.

  "Like it? Oh yes she did. Will you? Wait and see," he said with a grin.

  He went back down and buried his face between her legs. She flushed, and clenched up a little bit, but decided to trust him. He licked the inside of her thigh with a long stroke, causing her to laugh, which also made her relax. Then, he moved up, and gently nudged her pussy lips with his tongue.

  "Hmmmmmmmmmm..." she let out, with a little smile, as his tongue worked its way up and down. She moaned softly, as he gently probed her pussy with his tongue. Dirty? Perverted? Who cares, if it made her feel like this?

  He sensed her relax, and heard her soft moans-and on the next upstroke, made sure his tongue made direct contact with her clit.

  "AAAH!" she squealed, with a gasp, and tensed up, her eyes flying wide open. He slid his tongue down her lips again, and then came back up, right onto her waiting clit.

  "OOOOOHHHH!!!!" She gripped the sheets, practically tearing them. Josh shortened his strokes, so contact with her clit was more and more frequent. As he sensed that she was getting used to the contact, he zeroed in on it, and licked and nibbled on her clit.

  She had raised her back up off the bed, being jerked up by the sensations. Her arms were behind her, holding her up, and her head was tilted back. Her breasts were pointed upward, heaving, and flushed as her breath came out it strangled little wails.

  "YIII! OOOH! UNNGGGG! AAAYII! OOOH! NNNGGGG!! Oh Fuck, what are you doing to me??"

  Josh stopped for a minute and looked up at her. "You want I should stop?"

  "ONLY IF YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE!" He just laughed and went back to his ministrations.

  It didn't take much longer. She flopped back onto the bed, and brought her legs around behind his head, grinding her pussy into his face. "UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGG! AAAAAHHHHH! UNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! UNNNNNNGGGGGGWWWOOOOOAYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

  It was explosive. Her whole body clenched and spasmed. Josh got a very satisfying tongue-bath from her juices. She lie on the bed, gasping and panting, her whole body still spasming. Josh stopped and let her come down from it.

  Oh my, she thought to herself in wonder. So that's what an orgasm feels like. That's what real sex feels like. She thought she could never could feel that good. And, all she could think about was that she wanted more.

  Josh seemed to read her mind. After her breathing returned to semi-normal, he started again. "Oh Fuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkk" she groaned, as his tongue started working its magic. She started to build up again. All her thoughts were concentrated on her pussy, which was on fire. And, she felt Josh's fingers probe at her entrance again. He stopped, giving her the chance to stop him again. She felt it, but was so turned on that she didn't stop him. So, he took a chance, while she was on a high, to slip through one of her mental barriers. She let him. In fact, she welcomed it, without completely realizing it.

  "Meg?"

  "Hmmmmmmm?"

  "Meg, do you know what's happening?"

  "Yeah, I feel goooooooood." She giggled.

  "Meg, I have two fingers in you."

  Her eyes flew open, and she raised herself up to look down. He had momentarily taken his face away, and she could see his hand moving back and forth, his two fingers penetrating into her drenched pussy. She gasped, and stared for a minute, and then flopped back down on the bed. "I was right. It feels gooooooood." Josh just laughed, and lowered his tongue back down onto her waiting clit. The second one was just as explosive, and Josh felt the satisfying clamping of her spasming pussy on his fingers.

  He waited until she came down, but didn't withdraw his fingers. His shirt had come off earlier, but now he reached with his free hand, and slid his pants off. He was now as naked as she was. He climbed up next to her, watching her afterglow, all the while with his fingers buried in her pussy. She hummed, very satisfied, and ran her fingers through his hair. He started moving his hand in and out again, and the little moans started up again.

  "You're going to ruin me, you know," she whispered. "For the rest of my life, I'm going to compare every night to this."

  "Good. That was my intention." Sh
e giggled back at him. "You want to keep going?"

  "What?"

  "Finish what we started."

  "I think you did that. Twice already." She giggled.

  "No, that's not what I meant." He was sitting up, still working his fingers in and out, and he pulled her with his free hand into a sitting position, also. "Meg, I want to make love to you," he whispered in her ear.

  "Thasnot fair, asking me that while your fingers are driving me wild."

  "If you say no, then we won't."

  "Part of me wants to so bad I can taste it. And part of me is terrified."

  "What is the scary part, Meg? Protection? I have condoms."

  "No, that's not it. I'm on the pill." She looked at him. His fingers were still in her, but he had stopped moving them. "I'm afraid it will hurt. It always has."

  "That was rape."

  "I know, but... I just think of pain, I can't help it." She looked like she was going to cry.

  "I know you can't. Listen, though. Do my fingers hurt?" He started moving them in and out again.

  "Oh, no they don't."

  "My dick isn't all that much bigger than two fingers. If it hurts, you tell me, and I stop. But I don't think it will, because I love you and I plan to be gentle, and you're sopping wet."

  She laughed at that and, just then, she realized he was naked. She reached down, and took it in her hands. He jumped a little. She giggled. "Well, you've been touching me for an hour, now. It feels nice in my hand."

  "Oh, it definitely feels nice in your hand." They both giggled. "Come here." He withdrew his hand momentarily, and she dropped his cock, but kept staring at it. She thought she'd be repulsed or terrified. She wasn't, much to her delight. She wanted it, because she wanted him.

  He maneuvered them around on the bed so that they were facing each other. He definitely did not want to do this missionary. He wanted to be more gentle, and more equal. He lifted her legs, and slipped his legs underneath them. He spread her legs, and bent them at the knee, his legs under her knees. Then, he moved a little closer, but started by putting his fingers back in.

  "Hmmmmmmm," she groaned contentedly. He moved them in and out a bit and then moved right up to her, there was barely enough room for his hand. "Slip my fingers out, slip the other thing in. That's all there is to it."