Page 56 of Love is Strange
When I get to my car, I see a note on the windshield. Stupid fucking kids. They should know better than to go near my—Meet me at 1324 Spencer St after school. -Pretty Dancer.
Well, fuck. My day just got a lot more interesting. Getting into my car, I plug my phone in and type the address into my GPS before driving off to where she is.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I don’t know what she has up her sleeve but I’m going to find out soon enough
F O U R T E E N
The addressthat my GPS took me to is an abandoned building behind the food mart. It’s small enough to be ignored, yet too much of an eyesore not to stick out. I’m confused as to why she would tell me to come here.
Getting out of my car, I shut the driver door and lock it before I stuff my keys into my pocket. MyVanscrunch against the gravel as I make my way to the front door. I don’t see her car anywhere nor do I see her. When I get to the front, I open the door and peek inside. There are lights are on, giving the outside appearance a run for its money.
I'm shocked to see the inside looks way better than the outside. There are floor to ceiling mirrored walls with bars attached to them and the flooring looks new. It’s fairly clean, only a bit of dust coats the almost new looking floor. My confusion deepens the further inside I go. Everything is pretty much new.
“What is this?” I say to myself, walking further into the seemingly empty building. “Hello?”
I turn around to see a Pretty Dancer standing behind me with a dirty wash cloth in her hand, her face smudged with dirt and whatever else is inside this place. She is in a large shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants with her hair in a messy bun.
“I’ve been secretly cleaning this place up for about four years now on my own. I bought it when I started at GVP. I wanted to rebuild it and surprise Dan, show him that my dreams aren’t as lost as he thinks they are. As I think they are, too.” She drops the stuff in her hands, looking at me with something floating on the surface of her face that I can’t quite place. “I’m a terrible wife, I always have been. Trying to one up my husband because he has always done the one thing I never I did. He chased his dreams. He is doing what he loves to do and is excelling at it. I love him, and he is good to me. But he—” she pauses, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “He is so predictable, no since of adventure outside of the kitchen…and has never made me feel what you did the other night. Not even a fraction, but it’s wrong. It’s illegal. We can both get into so much trouble. You probably couldn’t care less though.”
She sighs, her entire demeanor changing when she exhales, like that one breath changed everything for her in that moment. Before I can say anything, she stalks toward me, stripping out of her oversized t-shirt, revealing the black leotard that hugs her ever so perfectly. Her lips are on mine as soon as she is within reach, her hands tangling in my hair. It takes me a moment to recover from the sudden change she’s made. When I finally gain my bearings, I deepen the kiss and pick her up. Her petite legs wrap around my waist as I hold her, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. She pulls away for a moment, breathless and panting.
My eyes dance over her dirty face. “I take it it’s time for an encore then, yeah?”
She barely even has the word yes out of her mouth before I devour her. Setting her down, I break our kiss, pulling my shirt over my head. Fisting my hands in her hair, I pull her back toward me, kissing her again with more drive behind it.
“How dirty can you be, Pretty Dancer?” I whisper, my voice thick with lust.
Her beautiful eyes lock with mine and she smirks. For the first time since I've met this woman, she smirks.
“Sit down, Mister Styles.” She commands in a sexy teacher voice, pointing to a chair nearby. I hold my hands up, surrendering myself over to what’s about to happen. The chair screeches against the floor as I turn it around and sit down. Looking around, she is nowhere to be seen. A few seconds later, the lights dim, and music starts to play.
I like wherever this is going.
“Pretty Dancer?” I say in a sing-song tone.
“No talking Mister Styles.” She steps from around the corner of a hallway to my right. Her hair is down, and she is wearing just the leotard now, nothing else. She looks so fucking sexy yet elegant. Her legs are long, lean, and probably my favorite part of her right now. I bite my lower lip as my eyes scan the rest of her—which makes me a liar, all of her is my favorite part.
She struts toward me slowly, like I’m an animal unaware of the dangers lurking around me. She is dangerous. Whether she knows it or not, I do. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. She is that feeling you get before you do something terrible—the sinking feeling that wants to weigh you down and stop you, but somehow you keep going, regardless of the added weight.
She twirls twice before she comes to a stop in front of me. I raise an eyebrow, looking up at her. “What—”
“Shh.” She says, interrupting me. Leaning down, her petite fingers trail down my stomach, grazing the elastic of my boxers causing a chill to race over my exposed skin. “I knew you would be a deviant little shit when you walked into my class.” She pulls at the elastic, letting it pop against my lower stomach. “Take these off.”
I smirk, doing as I’m told. Lifting up, I slip out of my jeans and boxers shamelessly. I sit before her in all my naked glory. I watch her as those doe eyes graze over every part of me. I take pride in my appearance. My body is the only thing I have real control over. I can’t let it go to shit too.
She leans forward again, but this time, she bends all the way down until she is face to face with my hard dick. My body tenses, waiting for her next move. The warmth of her mouth covers my cock as she takes all of me into her mouth. My head falls back at the unexpectedness of it.
“Shit.”
She brings her head up, swirling her tongue around the tip before she dips her head again. My hands grip the chair underneath me as I try to keep control of myself. If she keeps this up, I will wind up like those guys I make fun of in school for busting one too quickly.
“Slow down, Pretty Dancer, or this will be over before it even begins.” I whisper breathlessly. She looks up with all of me still in her mouth before she slides up, making sure to suck harder before she releases me. I get to my feet. I think it’s about time I take over. Leaning down, I give her a gentle kiss. Slipping my hands into her hair, I gently pull her up to feet before I spin us around. Her back is to me, giving me the access I need.
“If your lips taste sinful, I can only image what your pussy tastes like.” I growl in her ear. My fingers slip into the top of her leotard before I pull it down her body. Instead of standing back up, I place my hand on her lower back and gently push forward, making her bend over. “God, you smell so fucking sweet.”
A soft giggle comes from her before it turns into a moan as I drag my tongue along her folds. I can feel her legs shiver, so I do it again, but this time, I don’t stop. I lap at her juices like it’s the last thing on this planet to sustain me. Her body writhes before me, and just knowing that it’s me doing that to her has me close to losing my load.
“Oh God.” She moans. I continue to lick her swollen bud as my fingers slide in and out of her. “Deeper!”
