New Beginnings: A Normila Story (NOT FINISHED) (CLOSED)

Part 7

"It's 5. I'm gonna get going. See you tomorrow Camila" my boss says as he happily walks towards the front door for departure. I patiently waited for 6pm to come along; I was at work and didn't see the point of going home if I was going to my first dance practice afterwards. I finished up some history homework and spoke with a few people who were lingering around, wanting to pass time just as I did.

"It's quitting time Camila. You're free to go." The whispered words felt like music to my ears. I grabbed my work and bag and headed towards the practice room. I felt a burning sensation in my chest and anxiety pierced my heart.

Were the other girls even going to like me?

Different questions roamed inside my head. It stressed me out but I kept reassuring myself that everything would be fine.

As I'm thinking myself into disaster, I feel my body lunge forward and I felt my heart hit the floor.

Normani pushed my back and looked back at me with a playful smile. She made her way to the front of the room and sat down her belongings and continued to take her shoes off. The presence of her perfectly curved body made the butterflies in my stomach wake up.

I settled into practice and was waiting for further instruction. I expected to hear words from the president but instead a familiar voice began to guide us into different directions. Normani was teaching a dance today.

Of course I would come on a day where this woman would be teaching a dance.

I wanted to impress her, so I tried to follow and remember every move and do the dance full out. After 5 minutes, I learned how physically demanding it was. There was A LOT of high jumping and falling onto the floor. The cardio in the dance was impressive. After going over the dance 3 times, I felt like I've been working out for hours. Normani was obviously exhausted from going over the dance so many times, I actually began to feel bad for her. How could she keep going?

I took a seat and had some water in an attempt to cool off from the intense choreography. While I was relaxing, she was still going. It impressed me. It was very attractive to see a woman so active, determined and passionate about something. She looked like she put her all into that one intense routine. I could dig it.

It was time to get ready to go to the next club meeting and as I began to rise, I felt knots form in my leg muscles. They felt tight and sore. I looked at Normani and she looked like she was in pain.

"Hey Camila. Did you enjoy practice" the darker skinned female stated with an obvious tired-like tone in her voice. "Uh, yeah. I really enjoyed the dance."
"I'm glad. I'm so sore."
We both made our way to the next meeting and took a seat together. Normani was rubbing her thighs as if she was begging for some help.
"Do you want a thigh massage? I think it'll help the soreness." When I offered, I attempted to hide the excitement in my voice. There was a part of me begging that she'd say no so that my anxiety wouldn't overflow, but there was another part of my screaming that she'd say yes.
"Oh my gosh, that'd be wonderful."
My heart sunk and she threw her legs on my lap.

She was wearing shorts that were mid-thigh long. I touched her soft, sensitive skin and the warmth that came with the contact soothed me. I began to rub her thighs very slowly; I watched my hands as I pressed deeper into her skin and made different motions in an attempt to relax her sore muscles. After almost 3 minutes of zoning out and focusing on the way I was touching her, I looked up at her face.

"You're awesome."
I saw her gentle and appreciative smile on her face.
"It's no problem."

The meeting came to a close and I had my arms just relaxing on her legs. I could get used to this feeling. Normani slowly took her legs away from me and gathered her things.