Fifteen Layers of Steele

Chapter 17

Upon finishing our love making, we laid down on the couch together. We had finished up the first round, shortly after, with a couple orgasms powerful enough to make us want to go in for another. It was my first time having sex after all, which made me a little addicted and crazy. Lying halfway on his chest, head just under his chin, I was held up by his left arm that was swung around my side. We talked for a while, just taking the chance to get to know each other a little more after such an intimate activity.

"Now that I'm able to touch every inch of your body, that means that I can finally take you dancing on the harbor," Christian turned his head to me and smiled after spending a good amount of time talking about the previous hour's activities and our feelings for one another.

"But how?" I asked. "We haven't learned any particular dance."

"Well that just means we will have to then!"

He was so confident and sure of himself as if learning a dance was something easy that one could do on a whim. Seriously, what's he thinking?

"Hey learning a new dance isn't that easy, especially if it requires being in sync and in perfect harmony with a partner. I would know. Kate is an avid fan of dance and I've watched her practice so many times." Not that she's the best dancer in the first place. Buuuut nobody has to know that.

"I know. I was once part of a dance team myself. When I was younger my father admitted me into multiple types of dance courses hoping that one day I could be some sort of pop star or something and earn him more money. No matter how much fame and cash he earned, it was never enough for him. It was like the more he got the greedier he became. Unfortunately, I truly did enjoy dancing, but not if it was for my father's sake, so I quit. We had a huge argument about it. But unless he dragged me there and moved me like a puppet, there was nothing that he could do."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I tried to comfort him as I stroked the side of his face with the back of my fingers as he had done for me before. My movements were awkward and choppy as I was still getting used to the comforting other people with physical affection thing. Just like a baby, I had to learn how to do these things from observing other people all over again. It was going to take some time before I was able to behave like a normal adult human. "I hope that having to dance with me won't make you uncomfortable. I definitely don't want to force you to do something that's going to bring up bad memories and old causes of grief. We don't have to go dancing after all."

"Nah," he smiled at me as he shook his head. "I told you I actually really used to enjoy it, so being able to do it again for myself as well as for you will be like a dream come true. I always wanted to get back at it someday. Looks like now is a better time than ever."

"Then I'm glad to hear that."

Turning over to face him now, the two of us just stroked each other in silence for a minute before continuing on with our conversation.

"So what dance should we learn and where should we practice?" I spoke up again, breaking the silence.

"Well, that's the thing," he smirked. "I knew all along that someday soon you would be getting over your phobia, so I've been choreographing my own dance for us to perform."

"What!? You've been planning it this whole time under the assumption that it would be happening soon? You had that much faith in me!?"

"Of course," he smiled. "You're a strong and amazing woman after all. There was no doubt in my mind."

His kind words made me blush, even though it should seem like nothing compared to what we just did. "Well what kind of dance is it and to what song?"