Story of my life/ love at first sight 001

Story of my life/ love at first sight 001


"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.

The End.

Book Title: Love at first sight

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?