Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  The rest of the dinner was awkward with a little bit of talking, but that’s it. I noticed that Chris kept eyeing me, and I looked back at him. I mean, I guess he’d tell me eventually what was up, I just had to wait.

  My dad cleaned up the food and headed to his office. Chris looked at me, and I nodded. The two of us made our way outside to the steps and when we got there, he stared at me.

  "So...”

  “Yeah, that was a thing,” I told him.

  "I know, but it was a good thing, and I certainly wouldn’t mind doing that again,” he said to me.

  I looked over at Chris, blushing madly. I did want to do that too.

  "I do as well, though next time, let’s have it between just the two of us. I didn’t even know you liked me in that way,” I told him.

  "I do. I just...didn’t know how to approach you with these feelings,” he said to me.

  He flushed, and I couldn't help but find it fucking adorable. I then reached in, pressing my lips to his own. The two of us stayed like that, kissing for a little while before I pulled away.

  "Well, I guess that settles it. We totally have to do that again,” I said.

  "We do. That was just heavenly,” he admitted.

  “Yeah, I mean it was really fun having a bit of time together with you like that. I didn’t even know that you liked me like that, but I certainly can’t complain,” I told him.

  I looked at him, and he smiled back at me. He then reached over ,touching my butt once more.

  “But yeah, next time, let’s have it between just the two of us. I mean, I can come over sometime tomorrow, if you want that,” he said.

  I nodded. "I’d like that too. I don’t want to date, but messing around is something that I wouldn’t mind doing,” I said.

  I mean, I really liked the idea of this. I then watched as he left, and I soon went back inside. My dad didn’t suspect a goddamn thing and I don’t understand why he didn’t.

  I mean shit, I could practically smell the sex in the area. But, I guess that's probably my imagination. My dad seemed to be almost oblivious to everything that was going on. I kind of liked that though, really. In a strange way, I definitely liked the idea of doing all of this under the cuff.

  My dad didn't say much to me, simply because he got busy with his own work that he didn’t really have the time to spend it with me. He was busy with his own work, and I didn't see him for the rest of the night.

  But, I did end up texting Chris, telling him that I was excited for tomorrow. My dad did meet up with Matthew later, and I could see the smile on his face when he spoke to me. I guess he certainly didn’t mind the idea of having fun again sometime soon, and honestly, I craved the next time we fucked again.

  For me, this woke something up within me. This was the last summer before I went off to college. I was an adult. I should go out and have fun. And that’s exactly what I planned to do. I had both of them ready and waiting, and I knew that the next time around was going to be even better. Chris and I had something really good going on, and I knew for sure that I would get to have fun with Matthew soon. The fun was about to get even better, and I certainly don’t regret playing with my neighbor’s tool, that’s for fucking sure, and it’s something that I’d do again and again whenever it’s possible.

  Story 21

  1

  From the moment she saw him, he took her breath away.

  He was nothing like she expected and everything she needed even when she wasn't aware. The problem was, Talia needed to revive her career. That needed to come first. Not love. Not romance. And most certainly not Milo, a man she was not expecting to fall head over heels for.

  Romances within the dance companies she worked in had been common place. But it had been so long since she had been working, Talia wasn't sure what was common place any longer in the dance world. And she had never been focused on romance anyway. Then and again, love have taken a backseat to pretty much everything in Talia's life. At almost 22 years old, she had not experienced much in the romance department. A few dates here and there. Not for lack of suitors. Simply because she chose not to make the time. She chose instead to focus on her dance career.

  Coming to the studio, she felt like a novice. Like she was five years old all over again, walking into the studio for the first time. A bundle of nerves and excitement, Talia entered the space, and prepared her mind for what was to come.

  "You look right at home."

  She looked up to see a man entering the studio behind her.

  Talia turned to face him.

  "They say it's like riding a bike. That you never forget. But I'm not so sure. It's been far too long."

  "Well, we will see today. Talia, I presume?"

  "Yes."

  "Welcome, Talia. I'm Milo."

  He extended his hand to meet hers.

  Electricity.

  A surge ran from her fingertips down the length of her arm, caught her in the center of her chest.

  "Milo, great to meet you. It's certainly a pleasure. " The exhilaration made her stumble with her words.

  "Let's see what you got." Milo pointed toward the empty space on the dance floor.

  She inhaled deeply then sighed. "I'm giving you fair warning. I'm rusty. And that may be an understatement."

  Milo circled around her, all the while, his eyes staying trained on her.

  "Your body appears to be in much better shape than you give yourself credit. Have you warmed up properly?"

  Talia could not help but to notice how gracefully Milo moved. Effortless like he was gliding on air. She wanted to move like that again.

  "I could probably stand to stretch some more, now that I think about it."

  "My dear, you must stretch and warm up properly. Get your body moving. Make sure your limbs are alert. Your body is a tender but strong machine you must take care of."

  She stared at him, into his deep brown eyes. Being this close to Milo was intoxicating. She wondered if he felt the same magnetic force she was experiencing.

  "My body is in your hands." As the words came from her lips, she leaned into Milo, waiting.

  He took her leg in his hands first. A gentle massage to her calf muscle felt wonderful. She allowed her body to be limber as he took control.

  "Your body is a work of art, Talia. Superb. We will get you back under a routine in no time."

  Milo was patient, his hands were soft but firmly held her body while she stretched each part of her body.

  "Beautiful. I think you are ready now."

  The two of them lingered for a moment in the touch. She knew in that moment that it felt as good to him as it did to her.

  "I think so." She did a twirl that released her from his touch and she watched his reflection in the mirror on the wall as he walked over to turn on the music. She needed the break. Being so close to him was an immediate turn on.

  She could not figure out why. She didn't know anything about Milo. And he was her instructor. There was no way that they could cross any lines. But here she was, mind wandering, body wanting to know what it would feel like if he touched her a certain way. Why was she all of a sudden wanting to know what it would feel like if his lips touched hers?

  Talia closed her eyes and willed herself to focus. What was most important right now was her big come back. Dance was her life. She didn't know anything else and did not want to know anything else. She had to get back to what she knew best.

  The music began and she could feel the surge in her body, the rush of exhilaration. Once her body started moving, she did not even have to think about what the next move would be. She just moved naturally, fluidly. In her own world for that moment as she danced around the floor, filling the room with her energy. And as she did, she mostly became unaware of the fact that Milo's eyes were glued to her. That he could not take his eyes off of her even if he tried.

  She kept moving even after the music stopped. She refused to let the sensation go. Wanting more.

  The simple sound of hand cla
ps was her confirmation that her moves were a job well done.

  "What do you think?" She took one of the clean, rolled up white towels from the basket near the wall.

  Milo did not immediately reply. The way that his eyes bored into her gave her chills.

  He did not answer her. Instead he grabbed her by the waist and took her into his arm. She was not prepared for what was next.

  2

  Gliding around the dance floor was second nature to Talia. She knew rhythm and the movement of bodies and cadence so very well.

  She wished she knew men as well as she was familiar with dance.

  Having a dance partner was not new. Having a dance partner like Milo was unchartered territory. He led her firmly, orchestrating their every movement. She could actually close her eyes and feel comfortable with him.

  Her solo dance had been classic ballet movements. Milo had taken them elsewhere. Somewhere she had never been before. And she liked it. Never wanted it to end.

  Talia swayed, her body in staccato rhythm with the music, moving in time with Milo. They seemed to be one. She wondered how they could be so in sync when they had never rehearsed. They'd just met.

  As he whirled her from one end of the floor to the other, Milo kept his eyes trained on Talia. It was as if he was trying to make sure that she knew that he was relentless. The feel of his soft breath on her neck, the touch of his large hands holding her waist. Secure.

  There was a surge of energy that flowed through her that she had never felt before. A heat that was unfamiliar. She wanted more. In that moment. A moment that came to an end too quickly.

  Hearts racing, chest to heaving chest, Milo and Talia lingered in the space where their dance ended.

  "Did you feel that?" he asked.

  "Every single moment."

  She did not want him to let her go.

  His chest heaved again, raising and lowering quickly. Talia settled into the warmth of their enmeshed energy.

  "Good. I want you to feel that way again when you dance. Give it a go. This time with the same passion."

  Holding his hand out, Milo twirled her about, releasing her.

  She ran her hands across the front of her leotard, then smoothed her hair.

  A deep breath. Was he saying that she was not passionate enough? What was he trying to tell her?

  "You can do this, Talia. Or maybe you cannot."

  His raised brow, his expression challenged her.

  "I'm quite capable, Milo."

  He motioned for her to begin. She was well aware that his eyes were focused on her, as were his expectations.

  Showtime.

  Growing up, her instructor taught her to always be ready. As a dancer, one would never know when an important opportunity would be staring at you. A once in a lifetime chance could be right in front of you. There was no time to choke. And Milo, as it stood, was one of the best dance instructors in the Northeast. He was the instructor to the instructors. Simply having the chance to audition for him was a privilege that most dancers did not get. And here she was.

  Talia knew she could not afford to mess up.

  Passion. Milo wanted her to dance with passion. As she started to move, she remembered what it felt like to have his hands on her hips. The feeling of his chest against hers, his breath on her neck. The feeling of him taking charge, leading her around the dance floor, creating their every move.

  It fueled her, ignited her to think of how his touch set her body on fire.

  It fueled her, incited a feeling in her that she'd never known.

  Talia wanted more. She wanted to know what the next step was. Wanted to know why a man she didn't know made her feel a barrage of emotions that she'd never felt before. Just thinking of Milo fueled her passion. Made her want to dance and made her want to know what it was like to experience true passion.

  As she swayed her hips, she wondered what it would be like to have a man truly desire her. What it was like to really turn a man on.

  What turned Milo on? What drove his passion?

  Talia let the rhythm of her daydream take over. Her body moved as if on autopilot. She thought of all of the women she considered sexy and beautiful and tried to channel their energy. A pirouette around the floor, and then gracefully ending with a Swan's pose.

  The music softly faded out.

  Silence.

  Complete silence.

  Talia exhaled to slow her racing heart.

  "I put my all into that."

  Milo stood stoic, not speaking at all.

  A sudden sharp pain traveled up the length of her leg causing her to almost fold and fall to the ground. Talia caught her balance.

  "I can tell that you did."

  Milo quickly walked over and helped Talia stand straight.

  "Maintain your posture. We should get your leg taped up. Keep it from swelling."

  He had not said a word about her performance. It was fine because the condition of her leg took precedence.

  "I could probably use a little ice and elevation."

  "You will definitely need to soak tonight. You have done great work today, Talia. Is this one of the first times back dancing to this capacity?"

  Their eyes met again. She held his gaze.

  "It is."

  He helped her shift her weight from standing on her leg to leaning on him.

  "It shows. And that's okay. You've been sidelined a while. No need to worry. We can get you back in tip top shape. You've done enough for the day. Rest and relaxation is in order here. We should resume with practice in two days. Gives you a day to do a bit of rehab and a day of rest. Come back with your leg properly wrapped and ready to dance. Are we on the same page here?"

  Talia could not hide her excitement.

  "Thank you so much, Milo. I appreciate the opportunity."

  "Saturday."

  Milo led her over to where her bag was and waited for her to pick it up. He politely walked her outside and waited for her to get into her car once the ride arrived.

  Talia could not get a read on him, could not understand what he was thinking or perhaps feeling. She just wanted to know that all of what she felt was not in her head. That she had not just imagined the chemistry between the two. She wanted to feel like he was feeling some of the same things that she was experiencing. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe because he was so much more experienced than she was.

  It was possible that she had fabricated all of it, and simply got wrapped up in the euphoria of it all.

  She had until Saturday to cool down her fires.

  That was more than enough time to clear her head and get back focused on dance. She had to make the company. Milo's approval was the only way that she would. She told herself to focus and that Saturday would be a new day.

  And she would be more than ready for Milo.

  3

  Two months.

  It had taken Talia two months to rehab her leg working with Milo. He was intense, relentless, and did not let her back down or get discouraged.

  Two months.

  Working with one another closely day in and day out. She knew what it felt like to be in Milo's arms. She'd come to love what it felt like to be in Milo's arms. The feel of being supported by him and led by him. He was the picture of strength and Talia had grown to trust him. She had also grown to love the time that they spent with one another, but her audition was near and he promised her that with her current conditioning, she was more than ready.

  Even when she did not feel like she would be, Milo assured her that she would be more than capable during the audition.

  And when their practice sessions were over, she always hoped that Milo would ask her out for coffee or even a glass of wine. Something that would extend their time together. In that two months, he had not. In the two months they had been working closely, he never asked her about her personal life, where she'd come from, what she wanted to do with her life, where she wanted to go, or anything that was outside the scope of dance.

  She's gotten to
know the feeling of his body so close to hers and come to love the scent of his cologne. He was always wearing something a musky scent or something light and clean, but masculine.

  Milo emanated masculinity from his pores. From his commanding stare down to the way he entered the room. Everything about Milo was assertive and forthcoming while he had the ability to exude a sensuality that Talia had never seen in a man. It made her want to further examine her own sensuality.

  "You're a woman. Feel it," he kept saying. Reminding Talia with the sway of their hips in synch with one another that there was a sensual woman inside of her begging to be freed. She wanted so much to free that woman, really get to know her. It always felt like other women knew how to tap into that side of themselves. Talia was always so unsure in that space. That was until she met Milo.

  Being around Milo made her fell like she was naturally feminine. Her movements changed, softened. She felt more calm and peaceful, like she could do anything. Milo motivated her to push past all of her challenges.

  And yet they had not spent any additional time together outside of dance.

  Until today.

  "You've done well Talia. Are you available for a drink after practice? Of course to go over what you will do to finalize your audition."

  The words he spoke were music to her ears. "I would love to. That sounds wonderful."

  He held his hand out in front of them, beckoning for her to follow his lead.

  "There is a place down the street that we can walk to conveniently."

  "I think that would be perfect."

  She grabbed her bag and followed him. Waiting for him to lock the door of the studio, Talia stole a peek at the man. His salt and pepper hair added to his allure, but she knew that he was no older than mid 40s. She'd followed his career and knew that Milo had started his career in his early 20s and had been an instructor for about twenty years. Pretty much her entire lifetime.

  He stood to extend his arm to her, her escort.

  "It's a beautiful night. I love it when there is a cool breeze like this."