Mr.Carter

5

   "Since you showed me how to play football, I'd like to show you something I love." Alex, throws away her carton and walks over to the stereo system.

   "Dancing," I ask as I get up and walk over to her side.

"Yep." She starts browsing for a radio station.

   "Let me guess. Twerking?" joke.

   "Well, I can do that but no. I'm talking about real dancing." She stops at a radio station that's playing slow jams. She grabs my hand and runs to the nearest open space. She turns her back towards me, holding both of my hands by her side. "Can you handle this?" She smirks.

   I smile at her. "I'm sure I can." Alex lets my hands fall to her waist as she moves closer to me. She lays her hands on top of mine and starts moving slowly. She's trying to go easy on me after I told her that I can handle it. I know I can. I've kind of been through this before. The only difference is that her dance movies are completely different.

   She grinds on me in slow motion. I can feel my erection harden, but I hope she doesn't feel it.

   Things start getting heated when she spins out of my arms then back into them; but this time she's facing me. Her left and my right hand are interlocked. Her right hand is on my shoulder and my left hand remand on her waist.   

   She completely lifts her left leg up high. I pull my right hand from hers, put it under her thigh to give her some support. She's still in the position looking at me. I look at her also and we both smile. She puts her leg back down and grinds some more and once the song ends, she goes into a complete split.

   Got damn! That was sexy. "That was amazing." I said helping her up.

   She smiles. "Thanks, that was basic."

   "Basic?" I said. She's still in my arms. "That was something, but not basic."

   Another song comes on. "I really like this song." She starts dancing in my arms. I am still holding on to her because I didn't want to let her go after how hard I've gotten. She wraps my arms around my neck, making me dance along. I am doing a little thing or two.

   She's laughing at me. "Not funny at all."

   She giggles, "Yes it is." She looks into my eyes and I can see happiness in them; which is something she haven't experienced in a while. Dancing is her passion, and I can see it. It makes her happy.

   "I'm not dancing anymore." I stop moving.

   "Awe come on." She tries to make me move.

   I bring her closer to me, "Make me."

   She takes her thumb and circles it on my neck. Damn, that feels good.

   "Please?" She pouts. She looks really cute.

   "Stop pouting." I remove one of my hands from her waist to rub my thumb on her lips.

   She nods and looks into my eyes. She has big beautiful brown eyes. Everything about her seems to be cute. Her body, face, hair, and moves.

   I look back into her eyes. I know that something is about to go down. We both start to lean in. Our lips are like an inch apart from touching 'till someone knocks on the door. She quickly moves back.

   I became mad but I didn't show it. "Sorry."

   "Don't be." She walks over to the couch and sits.

   I walk over to the door and open it. It's Eli. How dare he? "Why are you here?" I ask.

    He walks pass me and straight into the living room. He's getting a little too comfortable in here. All he's missing is a got damn key. "My girl's parents are annoying the fuck out of me, o I came here to chill until 12:00 in the morning." He grins.