Dancing on Achilles Heels BxB (Staten Krown)

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SANTANA

I don't know how it starts but Desta makes me feel like old school vibes. I'm talking about the Isley brothers. We are taking a Voyage to Atlantis. This mysterious misty man. He backs up into me. It's the kind of slow dance where you get hard halfway through and wonder if the other person can feel it. Can you feel it? Yeah, you feel me. You feel these vibes man. His ass pressed against my dick, his ass cheeks up against my thighs and our face cheeks smudged so close to each other that I can feel his teeth. Real fuckin old school Isley brother vibes. Feel me?

We're dancing...naked. It's just him and me and Ronald Isley.

I'll always—come back to you.

It's guitars. It's drums. It's bass guitar. It's keyboards. It's synthesizers. I wrap my arms around him and we do a two step. Nothing crazy. Nothing dramatic, but we don't stop moving. It's like we're in unison. He puts his hands on my hands so I won't loosen my grip. Shit so dope that if we were naked I would slide right in him right here and then.

"You aight?" a girl asks.

It was a dream. It was a day dream. I'm no where with Desta. I'm in class and realize that my hands are outstretched holding onto nothing. Nothing at all. This girl is there from the class.

I snap out of it, "Yeah I'm cool."

I can almost smell him but he's not there. He's in the back of the class. Him and his homeboys are laughing bout something. I'm not sure what it is, but damn...I am feel drenched with him. I can still feel him backing up on me grinding as we slow dance.

"I seen you starin..." she says, "You must like what you see...I see that tent..."

In that moment when she says that I am all uncomfortable and shit. I shuffle in my seat to push my legs underneath the desk and hide what clearly is a hard dick from my daydream. It has to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Had she known somehow that I was thinking about Desta? Could she somehow know what I was day dreaming about?

My heart stops, "What?"

"It's OK. If you wanted to ask me out, just say so..."

Oh she was definitely flirting. I look back at the room. Sure enough Desta was seeing me talk to this girl. I wonder what was going on in his mind. We make eye contact for a quick second but Desta quickly lowers his head and starts playing with his pencil. He flicks it around a few times but then stares hard at the paper he had in front of him. My eyes linger for a few extra seconds hoping that he will lift his eyes again but he doesn't. Damn...

"Wait, you thought I was staring at you?"

"You weren't?"

Her eyebrows raise. I wasn't staring at her. Not purposely. My mind was in the back of the class with Desta. But here I was, feeling like I was caught with my dick in hands with no explanation on what the fuck was going on. It had happened last night as well. The same dream. The same dream of Desta and I dancing. I felt so...uncomfortable.

I do the only thing I can think about doing and saying, I shrug and say, "Maybe."

It was easy to flirt with her. I can tell she likes it when I say that. She smiles all wide. I hadn't noticed that the entire time I was thinking about Desta my eyes are glued to a Spanish girl. I have to admit that she has a pretty smile. She has straight white teeth. She has long hair. The kind of hair that just makes you wonder how she maintains it all. She has big hoop earrings She isn't dressed over the top. She doesn't seem to have this extra demeanor. She was just a pretty Dominican girl. The only way that I could describe her was...easy.