by AJ Alexander
I plunge my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices as they pour into my mouth. Shoving my arms under her ass, I grip her cheeks and lift her into the air to change the position.
“Oh, God. Yes!” she screams as she wraps her leg around my ears, squeezing my head tightly as she locks them in place.
My need for her grows exponentially as her pussy constricts, pulling my tongue further into her as she comes. I groan as her juices fill my mouth while I lower her back down to the bed, licking her clean before leaning back on my heels and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I need you,” I tell her.
I crawl up her body, rubbing my cock between her lips.
“I promised I would make up for the last time,” I whisper into her ear, reaching down and circling her clit with my finger.
She spreads her legs wider to accommodate my body, and I slide into her pussy. A sense of completion overcomes me as I frame her head with my arms, supporting my body weight while I increase my pace.
“Fuck.” I clench my teeth, sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in.
“I need more,” Selina begs.
I continue to stroke her pussy and we lose ourselves in the pleasure while the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.
“Tell me you’re close,” I moan as my balls tighten and I climb toward my release. “…So tight, and perfect.” I slide my hand between our bodies and rub small circles on her swollen clit, and her pussy tightens around me. “Come for me, Seli. Come all over my cock.”
Without a word, we both erupt. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as I clench them shut, riding the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I don’t even bother pulling out. I just roll to the side, bringing her along with me.
“I love you, Seli. Now and forever,” I mumble as I pull her tightly to my chest.
I wait for a response, but I hear nothing. When I glance down, I see that her eyes are closed. I kiss the top of her head before closing my eyes.
As I drift off, I hope that when I wake up in the morning, everything will be as it should be, and that I didn’t set myself up for heartbreak once again.
Chapter Six
Selina
After a night of pure pleasure, Vance drops me off at the dance studio so I can grab my car before I head home this morning. Thankfully, I don’t have any classes until later this afternoon, because I desperately need a good soak in the tub after the workout he gave me last night.
My skin flushes as memories of the night we spent together play through my mind on a movie reel. Last night awakened a need for him that is both overwhelming and frightening all at once. I’ve never connected with another man in the way I connected with him, and I probably never will.
As I turn into my parents’ driveway, climb out of the car, and head for the door, I contemplate spending the rest of my life here in Dixie Point. Being able to teach other girls to follow their dreams, no matter what the cost, the same way Ms. Cassandra taught me. That idea alone makes my heart swell, but then I remember everything I will have to give up if I stay.
Dancing the lead in a ballet was always my goal since I auditioned for Juilliard on a whim. Ever since that day, I knew that dancing was what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Being under the lights and dancing my heart out is an adrenaline rush that I’ve only felt one other time before: the day I told Vance I loved him for the first time.
“Can someone’s dream change?” I say into the empty house.
As I turn to close the door, I glimpse a familiar car pulling in and sigh. Leave it to Bristol to come calling first thing in the morning, wanting to know all the juicy details.
I leave the front door open as I hang my keys on the hook beside the door and head towards the stairs.
“Are you just getting home?” Bristol says as she comes into the house.
“They looked mighty cozy when they left Connor’s place last night. I’d be shocked if she made it home before now,” Audrey chimes in as she quietly closes the front door behind her.
“You two might as well come up. I need to shower,” I mutter, whining internally as my dreams of taking a nice relaxing soak fly out the window.
They follow me up the stairs and into my bedroom, plopping down on the end of my bed. I drop my bag beside them and continue into my bathroom. I don’t bother closing the door; modesty is something I lost a long time ago. Besides, if they’re here this early in the morning, they won't let something as trivial as a closed door stand in their way of getting the juicy details.
Trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible, I strip down to my panties and turn on the shower. “How did things go with you and Connor last night, Audrey? You seemed pretty cozy when Vance and I left.”
“Amazing. Let’s just be glad Vance texted before you all came in the door. You would have had a vastly different welcome.”
“I’m happy for you. Now, when’s the wedding?” I ask.
I’m not just saying that, either. I’m genuinely happy for her and Connor. I’m glad they finally found someone to spend their lives with. For me, it’s been nothing but dance for years. I almost forgot what it felt like to have someone else cherish me so much. That is, until last night.
“Don’t change the subject. I already got the details from her last night while you were on your date,” Bristol snipes, making both Audrey and I giggle.
I reach into the shower and double check the temperature of the water.
“What happened?” Audrey asks.
“Nothing,” I respond as I peel off my last article of clothing and step into the shower, pulling the curtain shut behind me.
“Bullcrap.” Bristol's voice filters through the curtain as she steps into the bathroom, taking a seat on the toilet.
“Yeah, I call bull too,” Audrey says as she comes in and hops up on the bathroom counter.
“I was planning to take a shower, not get subjected to the Spanish Inquisition,” I grumble as I turn and stick my head under the water. The warm water runs down my back and into my face before I use both hands to wipe my eyes clean. “If you must know, we ordered pizza and chatted for hours.”
“That’s it?!” Bristol screeches.
“No,” I sigh, not wanting to talk about what happened, but knowing neither of them will relent until I do.
“Come on!” Bristol whines. “Let me live vicariously through you. The both of you are having more sex than I will be for the foreseeable future. These stories will get me through.”
Audrey and I laugh loudly, the sound echoing through the bathroom.
“He took me to the plantation house and planned to cook me dinner in his amazing kitchen, but one thing led to another….” My voice trails off, not wanting to tell either of them the intimate details about what happened last night, but giving them just enough information to satisfy their curiosity.
“Now we’re getting to the good stuff. Tell us everything!” Audrey responds as she slides off the vanity and takes a seat right beside the tub.
“How many times?” Bristol chimes in.
“So many I lost count,” I admit.
Audrey and Bristol giggle softly.
“No one has ever made me feel so cherished in my entire life. It makes me wonder if he really does still love me after all these years.”
“I’ve lived here for over ten years and I haven’t once seen Vance with another woman. Sure, he gets plenty of attention, but never takes them up on their offers.” Bristol taps the shower curtain to make sure she has my attention. “How about you? Has there been anyone else?”
“I haven’t had time for anything but training, especially another man in my life,” I respond as I fill my hands with shampoo and lather my hair before quickly rinsing it.
“Could you see yourself settling down? Maybe having a kid or two?” Audrey asks.
“Kids have never been in the equation for me.”
Suddenly, my eyes widen in shock as I
realize that not once did Vance and I discuss protection. The first time was so spontaneous that I didn’t think about it. I curse internally as I begin mentally calculating where I am in my cycle.
I jump in surprise when Bristol begins to fire off questions at a rapid pace.
“Are you two back together? Are you going to stay now? Did he ask you to marry him?”
Her last question makes me pull the curtain back and stick my head out. “Marry him? Jesus, Bristol, what fairy tale world do you live in?”
I stick my head back inside the shower and quickly wash myself before rinsing off and grabbing a towel from the hook beside the shower.
“No, he didn’t ask me to marry him. We went on one date. I hardly think that’s appropriate,” I respond as I wrap the towel around my body, securing it on the side.
“Seli, I hate to break it to you, but that man has it bad. He bought a house for you,” Bristol says as she holds her arms out for Audrey to help her stand.
“He bought a house for himself.”
“Yes, a thirty-something, self-proclaimed bachelor who hasn’t even had so much as a date in the last five years bought himself that big house. Your dream house,” Bristol says sarcastically as I walk past them into my room.
I walk directly into my closet and begin grabbing clothes, quickly dressing in comfortable yoga pants, panties, a sports bra, and another oversized shirt.
“Bristol, I understand what it looks like, but I never planned on staying here long term,” I remind her. “All I’m waiting on is a call for an audition, and then I’ll be on my way back to the city.”
“What if that call doesn’t come?” Audrey questions as she takes a seat on the end of my bed. “Selina, I know you’re scared, but you don’t want to miss out on the man of your dreams because of fear.”
“I never said I was afraid.”
Bristol throws her arm over my shoulder. “You didn’t have to. I understand running a dance studio in your hometown wasn’t what you dreamed you would be doing at this stage in your life, but things change. Dreams change.”
I open my mouth to respond, but then I hear my cell phone ringing.
“Hold that thought,” I say to my friends, then answer the call. “Hello?”
“Selina Grymes?” an unfamiliar voice asks.
“Yes, this is Selina,” I respond as a sense of dread settles in the pit of my stomach.
“This is Stefanie from the New York City Ballet office. We would like for you to come in for an audition tomorrow. An understudy for this season’s ballet was injured, and the director specifically requested you be called for an audition. We’ve scheduled your audition for nine tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, I understand,” I respond robotically, numbness filling my veins. “I’ll be there.”
The moment I have been waiting for has finally arrived, but I’m not feeling the way I thought I would. My chance to get back on the big stage is within reach now, but the only thing running through my mind is having to say goodbye to Vance once again.
Did he mean it when he said he would follow me anywhere? All I’d have to do is ask?
Of course not. Who would give up a business and the beautiful home he rebuilt to follow someone he barely knows anymore?
Stefanie’s voice brings my mind back to the present, reminding me that this is what I hoped for. I can’t let anything, or anyone get in the way of following my dreams. I was perfectly happy with my life before I let Vance back into it, and I’ll be fine after I leave. Nothing has to change.
Having made up my mind, we exchange a few more pleasantries before I hang up the phone. Then I turn back to my friends, who are both waiting with bated breath.
“That was the ballet. They need me to come in for an audition tomorrow. I have to get a flight booked.”
I pull up all the different flight apps I have on my phone and scramble to find a flight. I know it’s going to cost me an arm and a leg to get a last-minute ticket, but I can’t let this opportunity pass me by. Luckily, I locate a flight leaving this afternoon and purchase the ticket immediately.
“Are you sure you want to go?” Bristol questions, echoing the nagging voice in my mind that’s urging me to reconsider.
“I have to!” I shout as I jump into action, grabbing everything I can imagine needing for an audition, along with a change of clothes. “This is the chance I’ve been waiting for since my injury. It could be my last shot at fulfilling my dream.”
“Have to or want to?” Audrey challenges.
“Have to. Now, if you two will excuse me, I have to pack, book a flight, and plan for the studio while I’m gone for a few days,” I respond as I turn my back on my friends, signaling the end of our discussion.
Bristol and Audrey stand to give me a weak hug and exit the room without a word. I know they both expected me to profess my undying love for Vance and promise to be with him forever, but I can’t. If he loves me as much as he says, waiting a few more months for me to finish what I started and then come home won't be a deal-breaker for him.
At least I hope it isn’t.
Chapter Seven
Vance
“How are you doing this morning?” I ask as I stroll toward the counter at the coffee shop.
“You’re here early today.” Katie looks at me curiously as she waits for me to place my order. “Everything alright?”
“Just one for me today.”
A look of confusion crosses her face.
“Black with one sugar, please,” I continue.
Nothing ever gets past people in this town. If one of us changes our routine in the slightest, everyone is on alert.
“In the last six months, you have never ordered coffee for just yourself. What happened?”
Not wanting to give her the dirty details, I just flash her a smile before laying my card on the counter. “I had a long night last night. Just stopping in for a morning coffee.”
“Okay. Have a good day, Vance.” She swipes my card and hands it back, along with the receipt.
I can’t say I’m surprised by her reaction. I never come in for coffee first thing in the morning, but after spending the entire night worshiping Selina’s body until the wee hours of the morning, I didn’t have time to have coffee and breakfast at home.
“Thanks. You too,” I respond as I step to the side and wait for my order.
I don’t have to wait long before my coffee is ready, and I’m headed back to my truck and driving toward the office.
I pause for a moment and glance at the dance studio, wondering if it would be a good idea to talk to Selina about what’s going on between us, but decide against it.
Things between Selina and I seem to be headed in the right direction, but I have this nagging feeling that something is about to happen. The idea of her finally choosing to give us a chance makes me beyond excited, but there is still fear of the unknown.
What if she gets a phone call from New York?
I would be surprised if they didn’t call her for an audition, especially with how good she was before going to dance school. I can only imagine how amazing she is now with the proper training. If she gets a call to go back, after what happened last night, I hope that she would at least discuss it with me.
But what if she doesn’t want me?
After the way we reconnected last night, both physically and emotionally, I know there was something there. Something more than a quick fuck and a goodbye. Selina means so much more to me than that, and after last night, it seems like she feels the same about me, but I don’t know for sure.
These thoughts swirl through my mind on repeat as I pull into the parking lot at work. I sigh in relief, noticing only Connor’s truck and a few of the guys' vehicles in the parking lot.
Thank goodness. I don’t think I could have handled an interrogation from Bristol or Audrey this morning. They both have great hearts and the best of intentions, but some things need to be left alone. Besides, I have no idea how I’d answer their questions. I don’
t even know what is going on between Selina and I, let alone what to tell anyone else.
I give myself a quick pep talk before climbing out of my truck and heading into the office. As soon as I open the door, I notice Connor checking his phone.
“How is the happy couple doing this morning?” I slap Connor on the back as I walk past him and head toward my desk.
“We would have been amazing, if I saw her this morning,” Connor grumbles as he plops down behind his own desk, directly across the room from mine.
“What do you mean?” I take a seat, depositing my coffee and keys on top of the desk.
“Bristol lured her away with promises of massages and pedicures.”
“We both know that what Bristol wants, she gets.” I smile as I turn on my computer and wait for it to boot up. “She probably just wanted to get the details about what happened between you two when you made up last night.”
“I understand, but couldn’t she have waited for the weekend of something? I would have loved to spend some extra time with her this morning.”
“You mean in bed.”
“I had to settle for the shower,” Connor responds, making us both laugh.
I would have loved to have a few extra minutes with Selina this morning, but she was adamant on getting back home to shower and prepare for the day. I have a feeling she needed a little more time to process everything that happened between us last night.
I’m not delusional enough to believe that after spending one amazing night together, everything will be perfect, but I know it’s a step in the right direction. We have a long way to go before I would consider us an official couple, but I feel like we are finally on the same page.
Selina was always under the impression that I wanted to hold her back from following her dreams, but that wasn’t the case. I’ve always supported her, especially in her dancing, and I would still follow her anywhere. All she has to do is let me.
“How did things go with Seli last night?” Connor asks
He’s trying to be nonchalant, but I can tell he’s on a mission for information.
