Between the Sheets

Tiny Dancer

She was a small girl for her age. I loved watching her as she moved across the floor. She could dance better than anyone I knew. Standing in the hallway, I hid out of sight so that the others couldn't see me watching. Her small body bending to the music that played on low. Mom stood up front of the class, and I could hear her call out once in a while.

"No, again," mom says

And the tiny dancers would start over, but my eyes never lift her. Amber Underton was the daughter of the world's famous dancers, Lady Underton. And moms prize possession. Mom always said she could go places with Amber. But all I saw was her beauty. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

"Amber," I hear my mother say her name and look "You're mother is waiting on you. Practice tomorrow at nine"

"Yes, madam De'lone," Amber says, her voice is honey

I watch her gather her stuff, her long legs slipping into a pair of black pants. She pulls her long blonde hair out of the bun it is in, letting it fall down around her hips. I wanted to be that brush she used and run my fingers through her hair. As she starts my way, I turn facing the door of the building like I wasn't watching her the whole time.

She smiles as she steps out. "Hey Jasper," she says to me

"Amber, did you have a good practice?" I ask

"Yes, you should sit in one day and watch," she tells me

"My mom wouldn't allow it,"

"I'll see you tomorrow night then," she says

"As always,"

I watch as she steps out the door to the building and then continues with the work I am doing. At eleven mom and I leave the building heading home, nothing is said. It's always quiet between us, even at dinner it's quite.

Unlike most eighteen year olds, I didn't have to get up early to go to school or work. I was home taught, and mom made it clear that I wasn't to have a job until I graduated. I had been sitting back a couple of grades because I wasn't as smart as most people. I had to have tudors in most of my classes and was in resource classes. Mom said that I was just special, but what she really meant was that i was dumb. When I did graduate, I wasn't going to college. That's for sure. High school was hard enough. Mom, though, keeps telling me I need to apply myself to college and try to go.

"Don't give up Jasper," she would tell me. "You can do anything you put your mind to."

Right, all I wanted to do was fuck Amber Underton. And I don't see that happening anytime soon.

"We're going have guests this weekend Jasper" mom says as we trun into our driveway

"Guests who" I ask

"Lady Underton and Amber are going be coming to stay the weekend with us"

I sit up straighter to listen this was news to me. "Why would they come stay with us"

"We have an important dance competition coming up and Lady Underton think it's best that Amber comes out here so that she is closer to the states"

This is great, we will be in the same place and maybe I could get her to be alone with me. I look out the window as I think of all the things I could do to her little body.

Our house was huge almost like a palace. I had my own wing to myself it was so big. The whole thing was done in earthly colors. Greens, creams, and browns. There was hard wood flooring throughout the house and stainless steel in the kitchen and black and white marble in all the bathrooms. All together we had about six bathrooms in all I believe. I knew for sure I had my own and never had to shear with anyone. There was a gaming room, swimming pool room, tanning room, TV room, Theater, dining room sitting room, card room, library, and even a play room for smaller children. And the greatest room ever moms very own dance room. When I was smaller she would allow me to set in there with her and watch her dance. I still watch her every once in awhile but not like I did when I was younger.