To my Dearest Readers,
Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series, please do so, it will make more sense. I think I liked the direction I took it. Comments and constructive criticism is welcomed!
D.S.
Chapter Three: A world of Intimacy
"A thong?!" James choked out through a big mac. It was Monday evening, and the three boys were eating McDonalds while playing Call of Duty. Brian was explaining the events that took place the previous Saturday.
"It's not a thong, it just looks like one." Embarrassed, Brian turned his attention back to the game.
"So it's like a jock strap almost, make sure your dick stays in place. Not bad. I can't believe you actually did it man. You sure you're not a homo?" Travis added to the conversation.
"Dude, you know I'm not gay."
"I know, but the other guys at school will question it." Travis replied with a smirk.
It was something Brian was dreading for sure. He knew his friends knew the true reason he was doing ballet, but he wouldn't tell the rest of the school why. Nobody really knew except for the handful of girls who were in the same class as him, but as far as he knew the word hadn't gotten out yet. He was dreading when he did.
The three boys went to their respective home for the evening. Brian got home as his mother was leaving, so he went to bed for the evening thinking about Emily, and his life in general. What would happen if everybody found out?
Tuesday went along without a hitch and soon enough it was Wednesday after school. Brian stood in his ballet gear, complete with belt and all. At least it made his dick look a little bigger.
So far none of the girls, including Emily, had paid him any special attention. But he hadn't even had his first class yet. It could change. He at least hope he could become friends with her. But could he just be friends? He couldn't make her fall in love with him. But yet, he couldn't pretend to only be a friend and nothing else. It was a topic that hurt him to think about it.
Why couldn't I have been born rich and good looking, then life would be so much easier. Should I just admire from a distance, like some portrait in a gallery? No. He never took risks in his life. He always played it safe. It was now or never. He was going to step out of his comfort zone and tell Emily what she meant to him. At least if she blew him off he wouldn't be a forty year old man wondering "What if?"
"Brian, are you going to get out of the car, or are you having second thoughts?" His mother interrupted his thinking.
"No, I'm going to do this." He said sternly with confidence, which left his mother with a puzzled look.
"It's only a ballet class." She thought to herself, and shrugged it off.
Brian walked up to the door and when he saw Emily he forgot all his pep talk and became the tourist admiring the artwork from a distance—and she was the perfect masterpiece.
He stood awkwardly in the big room with wooden floors, and mirrors all around. He eyed the girls, huddled in groups talking amongst themselves. The room was full of eye candy, and he tried to hold down an erection.
He got a good look at himself in the mirror. Taller than the rest, with semi-long black hair. He pushed his black framed glasses up the bridge of his nose. He wasn't horribly looking, he thought. Just not what girls were into. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't fat.
"All right class!" Katherine's voice boomed above the chatter. She was dressed in black spandex that framed her figure perfectly.
"You all remember Brian, the new guy. Finally a man with a set who isn't afraid to go toe to toe with us women!" She said, making him the center of attention for a brief moment. His face turned red as the girls looked at him, and over him. They were somewhat checking him out, he could tell. But then he frowned when their attention turned back to their teacher.
"Your package is nice and snug?" She said with a wink and a grin, once again making the girls look over him. His face, unbelievably, got even redder.
She finally let him off the hook and divided the class into the different level of abilities. There were two other girls who were beginners like Brian. Stacy and Emma.
Katherine taught him basic ballet positions and such, and drilled the newbies on posture and pose. The rest of the class were in their own respective groups working on choreography for a recital of some sort.
"No you dork! Keep your back straight. There ya go!" Katherine would pipe at him as she touched him softly, moving him into whatever position she wanted him to go. This was the most contact he had ever had with a woman before.
He spotted Emily a few times but would lose concentration on what he was doing, which would earn a remark from Katherine. He decided he should honestly try to learn something.
"Okay Brian, I know you're a stud muffin but I think it's been a while since you've last hit the weight room ya?" Katherine asked him, while she was showing Emma how to do something.
"Well, yeah. I haven't had much time lately." He replied, knowing full well both of them knew he had never been to a weight room in his entire life.
"Well, eventually you'll be lifting up these women, and while their not fat, it takes a lot of strength to hold them in different poses." Katherine explained. Then motioned Brian to join her and Emma.
Emma was a girl he knew was in his class, although she wasn't in with the popular crowd as Emily was. Emma was cute, had the same petite features as most of the other women. Her light brown hair matched the color of her eyes and her sun kissed skin. Brian wondered if her skin was naturally this color or if she tanned.
Katherine put Emma in front of Brian really close. So close in fact, he was sure her ass was resting against his dick.
"place your hands on her sides, right about here." Katherine said, showing him on her own waist. He hesitated.
"This is ballet! Don't be afraid of each other. It's intimate. You both better get used to being close."
Intimate, Brian repeated in his mind. If being close to women and touching them is what this was about, then he was sure he made the right decision to start taking class. Although it would take a miracle to be able to dance with Emily.
Brian raised his hands and placed them on Emma's waist. It was small, soft and warm. Even though this wasn't the girl of his dreams, he was just excited that he got to touch a woman, and an attractive one at that.
Emma giggled, then cleared her throat. "You tickled me..."
"Now try to lift her up, slowly. Without hurting her."
Brian did as Katherine instructed. He firmly gripped Emma by the sides and raised her. She was light, but he wasn't strong enough to keep control of her he dropped her back on her feet.
