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3. Midas Touch

The warehouse pulsed with energy as Julie slipped inside, her heart racing with anticipation. She spotted Natty immediately, the girl's blue-streaked hair a beacon in the dim light. As their eyes met, Julie felt a jolt of electricity course through her.

"You made it," Natty said, a genuine smile replacing her usual smirk. "Ready to really let loose tonight?"

Julie nodded, surprising herself with her eagerness. The music seemed to seep into her bones, calling her to move. Natty led her to the dance floor, their hands intertwined.

As they began to dance, Julie felt her inhibitions melting away. She moved with a freedom she'd never experienced before, her body responding to the rhythm in ways her rigid cheerleading routines had never allowed. Natty watched her with admiration, moving closer.

"You're a natural," Natty shouted over the music. "But let me show you something."

Natty's hands found Julie's hips, guiding her movements. The touch was electric, sending shivers up Julie's spine. As they moved together, Julie felt as if Natty's hands were leaving trails of gold on her skin – a Midas touch that transformed everything it caressed.

Their bodies synced perfectly, the space between them charged with unspoken tension. Julie's breath caught as Natty spun her, pulling her close as the beat dropped. Their faces were inches apart, and Julie could see flecks of gold in Natty's dark eyes.

Time seemed to slow as they danced, lost in their own world. Julie had never felt so alive, so in tune with another person. Every brush of Natty's fingers, every shared breath, felt significant.

As the night wore on, their dancing became more intense, more intimate. Julie found herself running her hands through Natty's hair, down her arms, marveling at the softness of her skin. Natty's touch was equally exploratory, tracing patterns on Julie's back that left her breathless.

During a particularly intense song, Natty dipped Julie low, their bodies pressed together. As she brought her back up, their lips nearly brushed. Julie's heart pounded, torn between desire and nervousness.

Natty seemed to sense her hesitation. She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Julie's face. "You okay?" she asked, her voice husky.

Julie nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them, but fear held her back. What would this mean? How would it change things?

Natty's hand cupped her cheek gently. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," she said softly. "This is all new for you. I get it."

The understanding in Natty's eyes made Julie's heart swell. Impulsively, she leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Natty's mouth. It was over in a second, but it left them both stunned.

"I... I'm sorry," Julie stammered, suddenly unsure.

Natty's face broke into a radiant smile. "Don't be," she said, pulling Julie close again as a new song started. "Let's just dance."

And so they did, losing themselves in the music once more. But now there was a new undercurrent to their movements, a promise of something more. Every touch felt charged, every glance loaded with meaning.

As the night drew to a close, Julie felt as though she was standing on the precipice of something monumental. She had discovered a new side of herself on that dance floor, guided by Natty's Midas touch. And while it thrilled her, it also terrified her.

Walking home in the pre-dawn light, Julie's mind raced. She could still feel the ghost of Natty's hands on her skin, the phantom pressure of that almost-kiss. She knew that tomorrow would bring questions, complications, and possibly consequences.