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“Didyou always want to be a dancer?” I tap the button on the crosswalk and mumble through a bite of chocolate gelato I’ve stolen from Summer’s cup. I’m playing a subtle version of twenty questions and trying to catch up for lost time. There’s so much I still don’t know about her because I’ve been too nervous to ask.
Summer leaps into the street and follows the bustling crowd of tourists taking in the sights and smells of Little Italy. She nods as she replies, “Yes, but I started out wanting to be a ballerina.” She pirouettes onto the opposite sidewalk and hands me her cup. “You might want to finish this off before it melts.”
I swipe it away and devour it in seconds. “Why did you stop? I mean, why did you decide against ballet?”
“It was the tyranny. Ballerinas never get a moment’s peace. They have meals monitored, need to maintain a ridiculous weight that isn’t natural for a grown woman, and spend most of the day, most of their lives in practice. It’s beyond beautiful, but few people know what goes on behind closed doors. Besides, have you ever seen a prima ballerina’s feet? Once they get those satin slippers off, it’s not a pretty sight.” She lifts her flip-flop to showcase her pedicured foot. “I like my feet.”
“I like them too. They’re very nice.” The foot fetish I’ve developed since the first time I caught Summer barefoot rears its ugly head. I fight the urge to grab her leg and lift her perfect toes to my mouth, sucking each one before I work my way up her thighs. Once I begin, I’m not sure anything could stop my trajectory.
My shameless ogling and the prolonged silence that follows makes her wave a tiny hand across my face. The hollow beat of my heart thumps like a bass drum in my ears as naked visions of Summer dancing the tango skim across my lust-addled mind.
“What? What happened?”
“I asked you a question. Do you miss the military? Baron said you were in it for close to a decade.” She cranes her neck in a sincere gesture to give me her undivided attention, but she’s so short she can’t see where she’s going. I pull her towards me to keep her from slamming into a passing man and accidentally brush the round curve of her ass against the bulge in my jeans. She stiffens, then releases a tiny giggle that makes me tense with mortification. I expected her to ignore it, but I should have known that wasn’t her style.
“Take it, easy, cowboy. I know you’re licensed to carry, but I didn’t think you’d bring a gun on our first date.” She hops forward and skitters into the crowd, chuckling like a teenage girl and making me harder by the second. I chase after her, growling like a bear just to listen to her high-pitched squeals of feigned terror.
“Get over here, young lady.” I catch her by the waist and swing her around to face me. She tucks her lips into her mouth, fighting like hell to stifle laughter she can’t keep at bay, then smiles from ear to ear, leaving me nothing but a boneless lump of testosterone.
I’ve never met anyone like her.
“Forgive me. Your excitement caught me by surprise. But I am happy I brought out those types of feelings. After five months, I wasn’t entirely sure you were heterosexual---which, if I’m being frank, really bummed me out.” She dances in place---a nervous tick I’ve come to enjoy--- and I twirl her under my arm to bring her close.
“Nope, I like girls. Specifically, I like you. Maybe too much for my own good. You don’t know how often I’ve stopped by your studio and watched you dance with other students the way you dance with me. It drives me up the fucking wall. I know this is what you do, and you’re damn good at it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to bust into the room and break both his hands.” My jealousy gets the best of me. I knew it might be my undoing. And I feel it will only grow worse the more I fall in love with her. If it’s possible to fall more in love. The thought of sinking deeper into my well of total vulnerability would typically send me into a panic. But even as I watch her eyes grow wide with a mix of horror and wonder, I don’t regret baring my soul.
She deserves to know I suffered for my inability to act. She should know how long I pined for her.
Summer presses her hands against my chest and leans back, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “Were you watching me?”
I nod, then shake my head, suddenly aware that I sound like a lunatic. “Not always. Not every day. Sometimes, I missed seeing you and...” I skip over words and clasp her hands in mine, hoping to assuage her fears. “Did I freak you out? I swear I’m not a serial killer.”
Her brow furrows. “How would I know? You’re not going to come out and admit it. Ted Bundy didn’t tell women he was a serial killer, yet look what he did?” She bites her lip and looks from side to side, either thinking of her following line or routing her escape from the psychopath holding her hostage.
“Do you always watch women you’re crushing on?” Summer ducks beneath her arm and twirls free from my grasp. To my surprise, she doesn’t make a run for it. Instead, she dusts herself off and waits for my reply.
I shake my head. “Never. You’re the first and the last. I didn’t mean to scare you...”
She holds her hand out and interrupts my apology. “You didn’t. I know you’re a good man. I just wanted to ensure I was the only girl you stalked, and it wasn’t a regular thing you do with the rest of your harem.” She smiles and tries to spin away---she fails. I catch her arm and clasp her hand tightly. “You’re all the harem I need and all the work I can handle. I feel I’ll need ten men’s strength to keep up with you.”
“You’re right to fear me, Roman. My parents have called me the Energizer Bunny since I was old enough to walk. I’m going to run you ragged.” She curls into my embrace and taps my chest---almost daring me to prove her wrong.
“Run me ragged? Bring it on, angel.” I wrap both arms around her tight body and smash her breasts against my chest. My lips find hers, and her mouth seizes mine in slow, hot, hungry kisses that land one on top of the other. She takes the lead and pushes her tongue into my mouth. I joyfully submit to her passion and then dwarf her desire with the raging river of lust flowing within me. My knees weaken. My aching cock throbs for release. As soon as I come up for air, I dive back in like I need Summer’s kiss to breathe.
“Let me take you home,” I whisper into our kiss, fearing it’s too soon but too overcome to part from her tonight.
“Home?” she whimpers, then breaks away with a dazed look. “Was this our first date?”
I nod. “Yes, but we’ll have our second tomorrow. And the third the day after that.”
She flies into my embrace and throws her arms around my neck. “Take me home.”
This might be the best day of my life.
