Page 36 of The Way We Dance

I leaned my head up and opened my eyes, shocked I had added Giselle into my train of thought. She was making me feel new shit so I shouldn't have been surprised, but it came pretty naturally and seemingly out of nowhere.

It was true though. I was looking forward to seeing her on Tuesday. I was going to park in front of her building this time, making sure there was no way we wouldn't walk together. Smiling to myself, I thought about the shit I was going to say to get under her perfect porcelain skin, to get us back to normal. A few insults and some name calling and she would be clenching that jaw trying to keep from losing her precious poise.

My body was reacting to the thought of being with her. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins and into my cock. I felt myself hardening and a knot forming in my stomach.

Shutting those thoughts down was probably a good idea. As much as I thought it would be fun to fuck around with my ballet teacher, Coach would kill me. That didn’t mean I couldn't think about it though.

Taking hold of myself, I squeezed my cock, relieving a little pressure while simultaneously getting myself ready for more. I leaned forward and placed one hand on the tile and stroked myself with the other.

My thoughts went deeper, darker, dirtier.

More than anything, I wanted Miss Priss to lose her proper disposition, for her perfection to fall. But for the sake of my hard cock and my hot shower, I thought about her losing that control on me, with me. Her hair down, out of its tight bun. Her little skirt shoved up, giving me access to make her lose not only her control but every-fucking-thing.

I thought more about her shaking, screaming, crying, moaning; and that was all it took. I stroked until I felt my cock let the rest of my body know it was ready to explode. The tingle down my back, the tension in my legs. I opened my eyes, watching myself stroke, wanting to see how hard I came to the image of Giselle Metrovik.

Biting my lip and suppressing a grunt, I came hard and was not at all surprised by the amount of cum that coated the wall in front of me. Getting off to Giselle wasn't my finest moment but after the day I had, I wasn't going to beat myself up over it. In fact, it was probably a good thing. I got it out of my system and now it was one more thing I could move on from.

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Monday wasthe first full day I had off in weeks.

No practice, no camp, no game, no ballet, no nothing. Even Mike had texted me and said he would be gone for a while. A part of me wanted to lay in my bed all day and celebrate by doing nothing. The other part of me wanted donuts.

There were a million donut shops near my side of town. I could have chosen any of them and they would have suited me just fine. However, I ended up on a bench in Centennial Park, a donut from The A-hole in my hand, and a perfect view of Brisé.

Sure, I felt creepy. And ok, I realized I was crossing a line—a line that should have been erased by seeing my cum all over my shower tile the night before. Still, I sat there, wondering if Giselle would be there and what time she went in and what she wore to work in the daylight, when it was harder to hide her tutu.

What I didn't expect to see was my brother, walking quickly down the sidewalk, his head down and hands in his pockets. Even more than that, I didn't expect to see him trying to go into Brisé and getting angry when the door was locked.

I stood up, about to call his name and ask him what the fuck he was doing, but before I could, he ran three more businesses down and entered a nail salon.

What in the actual fuck?

Frozen in place, I held my hands slightly out, pinching my donut between two fingers. I was in complete disbelief and confusion that Mike was trying to go into Brisé. Did he know Giselle?

That didn't make sense.

There wasn't even time to wonder too much about it before Giselle went scurrying past me. She was wearing leggings and a tank top and had bags in her arms—her hair was in its perfect bun. I jogged behind her, both curious and wanting to help her.

"Hey, hey," I said, catching up to her and grabbing some bags from her hand. "Let me get some."

Her eyes shot up and even though she had started to pull away, she gave the bags up easily when she saw it was me. "Mr. Black, thank you."

I rolled my eyes at her and held on to the bags as she approached the door to Brisé. She fumbled for a key but had the door unlocked in no time. She held it open for me, inviting me in with her bags, but right before I entered, I looked back at the nail salon my brother went into.

He wasn't getting a mani/pedi, he was already back on the sidewalk.

Staring at me.

Anger in his eyes.

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