A Nerd, a Tough Kid and the Wonder of Dance

Chapter 23: yeah, it's love

We broke after the third kiss. Jena was looking at me with her big eyes and I was grinning like a fool because I now knew that I was right.

"Jen, you realise that we're in love."

Her eyes got even bigger, "Are we?"

"No question."

"Oh, that means . . . oh Garth," biting down on her lower lip, "is that why . . . do you think that that's the reason I've been such a cranky bitch with you?"

"I'd reckon, and it's why I've been feeling out of sorts and getting jealous."

"Were you getting jealous, really?"

"Yep," I nodded.

"Oh, Garth, I like that. Oh, yes, yes." She was casting her eyes up at me and giving me her cheeky grin.

"Do we need some more port?" I cocked an amused eye at her.

"Noooooooo, you horrible drunk," she laughed just before she fastened her mouth on mine again.

Guess where I slept that night, and what a night it was.

"Do you know why it's so good, Garth?" Jena whispered to me after we'd finished our second passionate session that night.

"Yeah, it's you. You're amazing."

"No, it's us. It's just like we're dancing, but with sex. There's something extra, something special when we dance together, and it's the same when we have sex."

I was nodding, she was right; it was a dance with sex. "You are clever," I acknowledged.

She made purring noises as she nuzzled into my neck.

After a few moments, I murmured distantly, "Jen, I hope it doesn't become a problem for us."

"What do you mean, love?" she asked sleepily.

"Well, say that we're on stage performing and lose track of things and end up fucking; that could be very embarrassing."

Jena body began to heave with laughter as she buried her face deeper into my neck to try and smother her guffaws.

"I want to do it. I want to," she eventually gasped, "We can just add a line to the choreography - 'dancers now perform coitus'."

"Jena, there is more scamp in you than I realised."