Page 52 of Anything Necessary for Her
He licked his lips at me through the mirror as I turned my back to him in order to stretch.
“Can you help me stretch? I almost caught a cramp last time,” I said, wondering if that was it. Carolyn always said if we didn’t take the proper time to stretch—which we rarely did—it would show in our dancing.
“Uh, . . . I guess. Fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Have you never stretched before?” I tried to ignore the somersaults my stomach was doing as Low rose to his feet, tall,stocky, intimidating stature causing electricity to sear through my limbs like a current.
“I stretch all the time. It be pussy though, not this.” A grin split through his face as my jaw dropped in astonishment.
“Well, that’s not what is about to happen here, so let your friend know.” I bobbed my head in the direction of his crotch as he removed his slippers and ambled toward me.
“No point. Long as you in the room, he gon’ be standing at fucking attention.” His voice lowered to a salacious octave as he came behind me, looking at me through the mirror.
“Just follow my directions.” I ignored his statement and the warmth bubbling between my legs.
Low nodded to say he understood, and I began bossing him around, having him pull on my arms first. We moved on to him helping me balance as I stretched the muscles in my back, then we lowered onto the floor where my mat was.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said when I instructed him to grab my ankles and tug.
“Just do it, and gently, please.” I nodded, and he fell in line. “Now . . .” I lay back. “Push my legs toward me, and don’t be gentle.”
Low stood to his knees with trepidation before clumsily moving closer to me as I held my legs to my chest. I nodded for him to do as I’d asked, and he slowly but surely began to press my thighs into my chest, causing my toes to brush the floor space above my head.
“You aight?” he asked, an underlying nervousness in his tone as he hovered above me.
“I am. More.”
He licked his lips, pressing harder so that he was between my legs, privates to privates. Our eyes locked as I bit my lip due to the pleasurable pain in my hamstrings, unable to ignore the hardness of his dick pressing against my pussy. And every timehe moved, his bulge sweeping across my clit, I bit down on my lip in effort not to moan.
“Banks,” he moaned softly, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed harder, making me yelp lowly as my hand fled to his strong forearm.
He moved again, grazing my clit that had swollen up now. Every time he nudged my legs back more, locking them back in place, his dick glided across my sensitive clit. I couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose or not, but my shorts had become damp since I wasn’t wearing any panties. My nipples stiffened, protruding through my top as my skin began to dampen with sweat.
Nudge, brush, nudge, brush, nudge, then another brush, eyes never leaving mine, and before I knew it, a beautiful sensation crept up my abdomen before a soft coo burst through my lips.
This nigga had made me cum. I’d played with myself occasionally, sans penetration, so I knew the feeling well.
“You’re about to tear my shorts, Low,” I whimpered softly, feeling his hard dick threaten the seat of my thin, now wet bottoms.
“My bad.” He removed his big palms from the underside of my thighs, allowing my legs down.
For a moment, no words were exchanged, because I was embarrassed yet feeling relieved from just having had an orgasm.
“Help me up, please.” I reached my hand out, figuring I could get away and to the bathroom before he saw what he’d caused.
“This friend shit gon’ be an issue, huh?” he asked, bringing me to my feet and standing way too close to me. “It’s gon’ behard.” He nodded down for me to see the big tent in his sweats.
We both shared a laugh, and I wondered if he knew what he’d done to me. Hurrying out, I went to clean myself up then returned in order to get two practice dances in.
Low had migrated back to where he’d been against the wall, watching me intently as I began to perform the sequence. I tried to tune him out, but it was hard. He smelled so fucking good, and seeing him through the mirror plus remembering what he’d done to me only moments ago had him fighting my attempt to push him to the recesses of my mind.
As I leapt to do the grand jeté, I hit it perfectly, shocking myself so that I stumbled a bit once my feet were back on the ground.
“That was dope,” he murmured, eyes widened like his mouth as if he were in awe of me.
“That was the first time I got it tonight. You might be good luck, Low-Low.”
“That would be the first.” He smirked, tucking his lips in to watch me with a determined expression as I prepared to do the choreography once more.
