"Alright, alright! In lines. Again!" shouted the dance teacher over the booming music.
Abhi wiped his face by the hem of his t-shirt and walked back to the third position in the first row. He was drenched with sweat. He parted his legs by a foot and held his arms in front of him. His wet t-shirt was clinging to his shaped back.
"Let's repeat the first three moves!" his dance teacher walked along the rows. "Ready? 1! 2!" she counted imitating the steps casually, "3! 4!"
Abhi moved his arms in a rhythm alternatively with the music, swayed his body in a wave and turned to his right.
His gaze instinctively went to Khushboo, standing first in the second row. Her back was facing him. He felt a drop of sweat slither down his chest, sending an involuntary shiver. Her yellow kurti was equally wet, giving an outline of her hourglass figure and prominent hips. Her braided hair looked like a black serpent crawling on her back.
"Good!" his teacher shouted, bringing him back to reality. She walked to the front, clapping, "Will repeat the first four steps of tango, we rehearsed last week, and disburse." His heart leapt with joy. Tango meant partner!
"To your partners! Two rows! Quick!" She changed the music. Abhi looked up at Khushboo, who was looking back at him with a gentle smile.
*Is she smiling at me? *
*βShe always smiles like that. *
*βNo she is actually smiling! *
"Hi!" she beamed at him.
"Hey! Looking pretty. *God, hold your horses will you!?! * I mean...ahh here we are again,"
"Did you practice the steps?"
"Yeah, they are simple. Easy peezy!"
"Haha really? Alright then. I'm finding them a bit tricky though."
"Its simple Khushboo, we just have to take it slow."
"Hmm hmm," she nodded, blinking her eyes and he felt butterflies swarming in his stomach.
She walked forward, he lift his right arm, putting it around her and placed it below her shoulder blades.
She was wet. Soothingly wet.
She took a step closer, doing a similar maneuver with her left and the free hands joined in an awkward clutch. Her fingers felt so soft. So gentle and smooth. He gulped as his stray eyes lingered around her ample bosom.
"Shall we?" she adjusted herself into the position.
"Ahem ahh...yeah sure," he looked up at her inquisitive face, "three times back and a right swing,"
"One!" He put his left foot forward as she took her right foot back.
"Two!" he repeated with his right and she with her left.
"Three!" he put his left foot forward again accompanied by her right foot moving back.
"And swing!" he swung to his right, joining his left foot with his right. She followed.
He held her firmly as she completed the move falling forward and mashing her supple front in his chest.
For a moment everything slowed down for him. She was so close. Almost in a hug. She felt warm. Damp. Her girlish aroma smothered his senses. He has never been so close to a girl. He looked down at her. Her face had turned crimson as she tucked her hair behind her ear and pulled back.
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He had packed up his bag, changed his practice clothes and was washing his face when she called him from around the wall.
"Abhi, is that you?"
"Yeah,"
"Would you mind helping me with this bag?"
"Huh? Yeah sure,"
He swung his bag around his neck, over his shoulder and walked with a springing enthusiasm to the other side of the changing room. Khushboo was struggling with the chain of her bag.
"Here, let me see," he pulled the chain and to his slight surprise it rolled down smoothly, closing the bag.
Khushboo pushed him against the wall, pressing herself against him.
"Have you never kissed a girl before?" she winked. He was struggling to control the swelling in his pants with a girl so close.
"No..." he gulped, looking down at her lips.
"Would you like to?" she pressed her body forward, definitely aware of his hardening member. He thrust his face forward and gave a peck on her lips.
She broke into a girlish laugh.
"Slow down boy."
She placed her hands on his shoulder and leaned forward. He looked at her as she brought her face closer. He closed his straining eyes and felt her gentle lips. She gave a gentle stroke from his lower lip to his upper. He parted his lips and tried to grab her lips in between. She grabbed his hair at the back of his head, pulling, "Slowly," she mumbled, pulling back for a moment but pressing her lips against his, a second time.
Abhi was in another world. He could not believe it's happening. His senses were out of control. Her slimy tongue made sloshing movements across his lips as he parted them. Her hands slithered up to his neck and she engulfed him in a close hug. Their faces were inclined in opposite directions. The lips were nudging and struggling against each other. His hands moved down to her waist, almost lifting her off her feet. A moment of struggle ensued and she was the one against the wall. Her fingers played with his hair, as he devoured her juicy mouth with raw lust. He could feel her pressing her thigh against his swollen manhood. His embarrassment about his hardening cock vaporized as she gave a gentle moan gauging the size of his package. It was his turn to moan as she massaged her thigh gently between his legs. It was getting difficult for him to hold and before he could realize, she pushed him away with a smile. Her lips were wet and shimmering.
"How was it?" She asked in a matter of fact tone, reaching for her bag.
"It... It was the best!"
"Good!"