Their Tale

Questions and answers

Falling again and again, Miss Tenner's dictated voice demanded I stand and continue. My mind and body are being taught to find a balance between the pole and the floor through emotions and sensuality. The only problem was that I was thinking about all that I was going through recently. Hours and hours of practice until she says we are done when I finally fall into exhaustion.

I take a few minutes to catch my breath before getting ready to leave when Tenner calls out my name. I retreat and go to her when she gives me an expression of disproval, "What is going on?" Her question was unclear, leaving me confused when she looked to the dance floor, "You are not dancing, just moving your body. Whatever is going on, you either spill it on that floor or around that pole or get the fuck out."

"It's complicated." I whisper, facing away from her to see the room is empty. The idea of being scolded on my distractions in front of the class was not ideal, but neither was disappointing the woman who seemed to have a lot more hope for me than she would ever speak, "It always is, thats why we express it. Find a way to make all the flailing and confusion something you can tell a story with. Go throguh it, so you can figure out where you are in the steps."

She doesn't wait for my response and walks out of the room. My reflection is the only thing I see as I stand in the empty room. How does one put my life into dance when some days, I can't even put it into words, I can't wrap my head around it.

I take a shower in the facilities, washing off the faults I could think of during my routine. Grabbing my things, I leave the academy and go to Celeste's studio. A simple attempt at finding something understandable and content for the rest of my day. When I reach the single apartment, I pay for the cab and leave with my bag and a late lunch in hand. I knock softly on the door, waiting for her to open the door and when she does, she is more than surprised, bringing me into a deep kiss.

The taste of coffee and caramel playing on her tongue lingers before she lets go, leaving me cold, "What are you doing here?" She lets me in, placing my bag by the door "I couldn't wait to see you." Calling my bluff, she sees the drags me into the one-room studio apartment covered in canvas, clay and paintings.

Nothing will ever compare to the feeling of amazement I feel when I see her pieces, ones of light, lust, darkness, and pain. The moment your eyes look into the piece it feels as though you are reading her words and being told a story. She let it all become her art and hid no part of herself from it because then she was hiding from her truth, stopping her heart and limiting her strengths and weaknesses. Like what I was doing.

Hearing the tap run, I assumed that she was washing off some of the paint she had on her when she opened the door. My fingers run past paintbrushes and palettes when I stop when I see a large canvas with material covering half of it. With care, I pull the cloth to the side revealing an erotic picture that flooded me with a wave of Deja vu and erotic nostalgia. The white canvas was given life by the illustration of two female shoulder-to-neck silhouettes facing up, between them a man whose face could not be seen by hair covering their features. Looking carefully, you could see his hands woven in their hair, pulling them up.

The most recognizable part is the dripping of blue and beige, like the painting in the playroom in the penthouse. The only difference is now there is red dripping in the erotic piece. So, captured by the painting, I am surprised by Celeste slipping her arms around my waist, and kissing my neck softly. Her feather-light kisses played along the base of my neck"I didnt mean to snoop. Im sorry i just burst in on you, I've been a little lost passionatly, and your art lets me forget such a possibility." Her kisses halt, but I can still feel the touch of breath against my skin when she speaks, "Great art is never for the artist, i always felt like i spill all my secrets so others dont have to be ashamed of theirs."

I turn to face her, her pure nature bringing me in and before she can say anything else, I kiss her with a needy passion. All I could feel was her ability to be so open about herself and the feelings she was going through as though they posed no threat. How I would always be in awe of her. My hands pulled her deeper into the kiss as I took more of her in, her submission of will to the kiss letting me do so. 

My hands pulled her deeper into the kiss as I took more of her in, her submission of will to the kiss letting me do so.

Turning to her, I push her into the wall as her hands ravage my body when mine leave her face so that I can lean them above her head, her moan of surprise cut off by my pull of her bottom lip.

My lips travel from her lips to her neck, kissing her in the need to hear the moans I had been muffling, and when I do hear them, my body pushes closer to her.

Whispering my name, she fights my hands holding hers, but I keep them in place going lower to her. I lead them where they are, and pull the straps of the loose baby pink dress she was wearing till it rested under her breasts.

I am quick and take one of her nipples in and suck and twist them with malice intentions, my name the sound of the room along with moans and heavy breaths.

The thought of the painting has my teeth sinking softly into her breast, making her gasp in the sting of pleasure, one after the other, "I need you." She whispers, my lips leaving her breast to travel down her as she balances on the wall, "Where?" I tease her, kissing her while my hands pull the dress down until it creates a puddle by her feet.

"Here?" I ask, kissing her stomach softly, her head shaking in disagreement. Going lower, I kiss right above her white lace, making her push her hips forward, but I push them back by her waist, making her whimper at the act. I trail my hand back, I open her legs to pull her underwear down and have her step out of it.

Her bold action breaks my patience when she puts her foot against the wall and runs her finger over her wet sex "Here, I need you here."

I move her hand, placing my mine on her hips to bring her closer and dive into her, an instant shiver as my tongue plays and lavishes in and around her, "Yes..." She whispers, tangling her fingers into my hair for balance and grip. Wanting all of her, I push my fingers into her, head thrown back in pleasure, Celeste tries to catch her breath, but I don't let her as I flood her body with pleasure, "More, please."

She whines, her innocent lustfulness making me pull back, teasing her more than ever. Pushing herself closer to me, I can hear her frustration at my cruel act, "You're teasing me." The words were lost in breathless moans and shivers. With my fingers continuing their torture, I pull back, "I know." My words concluded with a heavy thrust in her when she whispered, "Oh god."

Back arched, I could feel her close, making me lick and sucks harder, faster, until she was just at the edge when I would pull back, "Let me... I'm so close." The sound of her sensual yet purely lewd words made me weak for her.

Beyond the simple act of pleasure, I knew one thing she would always crave, so I carefully suck her wet clit and softly pull while, I push a second finger into her and her body trembled, "Evita!"

Her body falls to balance on the wall, making me hold her as she slips down in pleasure. Bringing me closer to her she kisses me tasting her pleasure and cum on my lips. Sliding her tongue over my lips, I give her a last kiss, "My name when you cum, perfect." Hiding in the space of my neck, I hear her catch her breath.

"Did you figure it out?" Her question confuses me, making me pull her so that we are face to face. Slowly brushing the maimed curls of my hair, "What do you mean?" With a weak smile, she continues her patterns along my shoulder as she speaks, "There are these days, you just get lost, I see it in you. It's like you are struggling to find control and balance. You had that look when you walked in."

My forehead leaning against hers, I sigh in amazement at her perception of me, "There is this fear in me, that if I poured all I had in me as I danced for others, it would be more than my body on display but now my soul. Then I walked in here, saw your work, kissed your body, and I felt like I shouldn't fear it anymore. I can trust myself as you do me and yourself in every piece you do."

The second I hear the last of my words I can't help but allow a smile to grow on my face, making me bring Celeste in, hands on her neck into a kiss soft and tender, "I guess I did find the answer." Breaking the kiss, she leaves one more on my cheek, "It was a pleasure helping you." Slipping my hand from her waist to the middle of her thighs softly I am gifted with a shivering moan making me grin "A little more help couldn't hurt."