CHAPTER 27
Danica
I spent the entire day at the dance studio looking over my shoulder and feeling on edge. I didn't know where or when this creep was going to appear next, but I was sure it would be soon. It didn't seem like he was going to let up with his intimidation and scare tactics. I didn't practice dancing that evening, because I was too scared to be alone in the studio. I messaged Remy half an hour before closing time and asked him to pick me up as soon as I closed the place up.
He showed up on time and took me home, and was very gentle and caring with me. Despite the fear and worry dogging my mind, I felt a lot more relaxed in his presence. I still couldn't believe how lucky I had been to have been able to find a guy like him. I knew that I had fallen head over heels for him, because when I was with him, nothing else mattered – not even this terrible matter hanging over my head.
“What would you like for dinner?” he asked as he ran me a bath. “I can cook, or I can just order us some takeout.”
“I think some takeout would be great,” I replied as I got undressed in the guest room and put a bathrobe on. “You've already done so much, and you've had a busy day. You don't need to do any more – you need some time to relax as well, you know.”
“All right. I know you like that Chinese joint nearby – should I order something from them?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
He smiled – that handsome smile that made my knees go weak – and nodded. “Your bath should be almost ready. Go have a good soak, and I'll take care of the food.”
“Thank you, Remy,” I said. “You've done so much for me... you're such a wonderful man. I'm so lucky to have you.”
He walked up to me and hugged me, kissing me softly on my neck. “No, I'm the lucky one.”
“Here, take this,” he said, pouring me a glass of red wine. “It'll help you relax even more in the tub.”
I took the wine and gave him a kiss. “Thank you, Remy.”
I took the wine to the bathroom, which was nice and hot and steamy, slipped my bathrobe off and stepped into the huge sunken tub, which was at floor-level. I slipped under the bubbles and turned the jets on, and immediately started to feel a lot more relaxed as the jets of water massaged me. I started to drink my wine and felt even more relaxed, and then reached over to the waterproof remote and put on some classical music, which sounded crisp and beautifully clear through the room's state-of-the-art sound system.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Danica, can I come in?”
“Yeah, come on in, Remy.”
Remy opened the door and stepped in, and he had a huge smile on his face.
“What's with the smile?” I asked, smiling as well – his grin was quite infectious.
“I have some great news. I just got a call from my friend in the police – they busted that creep, the guy who has been hassling you, for selling heroin! He's in custody now, and they have a watertight case against him. My friend is absolutely certain that he'll be sent back to jail – for life this time. You never have to worry about this guy again, Danica. He's gone; he's out of your life.”
I felt like jumping up and dancing; pure joy surged through me. This was the best news I’d had in a long time. I also felt like crying, but crying tears of relief and happiness, of course.
“Thank you, Remy,” I murmured. “Thank you so much.”
LATER THAT EVENING
The feeling still hadn't quite sunk in; I was free, I was really free. The evil man who had been making my life a misery was under arrest, and it seemed that he would be in prison for the rest of his life, so I would no longer have to worry about him. I was just a few shifts away from never having to work in the restaurant again, and after that, I could concentrate on my dancing. Of course, there was still the sad matter of the dance lessons I had had to give up, but I would be able to save up and pay for more in the future.
I had gotten out of the bath and dried myself off, and now, feeling relaxed, I put on my bathrobe, took what was left of my glass of wine and headed out to find Remy.
He was sitting on the sofa watching a documentary, enjoying a glass of wine himself. He smiled warmly as he saw me, because it was plain to see how good I was now feeling.
“Come have a seat,” he said, patting the spot next to him on the sofa.
I sat down and draped my arms around his shoulders and snuggled up to him.
“Thank you so much, Remy... thank you for everything. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me,” I said.
He pulled me closer to him. “I feel the same way about you.”
We kissed, and an intense passion ripped through me as we did – and suddenly a realization hit me. This was it; this was the right time. Remy ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed me, our tongues dancing an exquisite dance together, and I slid my hands across his strong, muscular torso and began to unbutton his shirt. Meanwhile, I slipped the belt off my bathrobe, allowing the robe to fall open, and gently took Remy's hands and put them on my nude body underneath.
I straddled him, and he ran his fingertips over my warm, soft skin, tracing a delightfully light passage over the curves of my torso and ribs and breasts, before his hands came to rest on my breasts. As he began to massage my stiffening nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, I leaned down and teasingly nibbled his right ear, planting kisses on his neck and throat.
I whispered to him, “I'm ready, Remy... I'm finally ready.”
“You really want to do this?” he asked. “Because I want you to be sure.”
I nodded and continued to nibble on his neck and throat as a powerful, hot arousal began to pulse between my thighs.
“I'm ready,” I said. “I know I am now.”
He smiled and slid his hands down my sides, leaving them to come to rest on my ass, which he gripped and squeezed appreciatively.
“Good,” he whispered. “I want to make this special for you.”
I reached up and slipped the bathrobe off my shoulders so that I was fully naked, and he pulled of his shirt, revealing a ripped, tanned and muscular torso. I ran my fingers down his broad chest and over his six-pack abs, and then began to unbuckle his belt. Between my legs, the heat and wetness was growing to an intensity that I had never before experienced.
Remy and I began kissing again, almost devouring each other with a furious hunger as our hearts both beat like maddened drummers. As we continued to kiss, I undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them down his legs. I then pulled his boxers down as well, and his manhood, already rock hard, popped out. I wrapped my fingers around its girthy hardness and stroked up and down in a gentle way, and Remy shuddered with pleasure.
He slid a hand down between my thighs, and as his fingertips reached my now-engorged clitoris, intense pleasure blasted through me. I let out a loud gasp of surprise and bliss. Remy started to move his fingertip with a gentle but steady rhythm, and this motion sent wave after wave of pleasure, of a kind I had never before experienced, surging through every fiber of my being.
So, this was what it was like, this was what making love was like... I was so joyous, and also so thankful that I had waited to do this with a man like Remy, a man who I loved with my heart and soul.
As he continued to manipulate my clit with the dexterous motion of his skilled fingertips, he moved his head down and began to lick and nibble at my breast, giving it short, quick nips and licking his tongue in swirls around my swollen nipple, which sent little ripples of pleasure shooting through my upper body.
I, meanwhile, increased the speed at which I was stroking his cock, and he began to gasp and shudder with bliss himself. Now the waves of pleasure from the motion of his finger on my clit were growing more and more intense, the space between each wave of pleasure getting shorter and shorter. Was this it? Would this be my very first orgasm?
A feeling of utter release seemed to be on the verge of exploding through me, building up inside me with a glorious pressure, a pressure that I knew Remy's hand was about to release. This was it, this was really it... Suddenly, it blasted through me. A feeling of sheer bliss, of such intensity, a sensation that I had never before experienced. I cried out and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly as wave after wave of bliss tore through me.
Finally, it subsided, and I was ready for the final act, so to speak.
“I'm ready,” I purred into his ear.
“And so am I,” he said.
I guided him into me, and bit my lower lip as he began to fill me up slowly. The sensation was intense, and it was both pleasure and a sharp pain. Finally, he was inside me, and he started to thrust gently, while kissing me all over my body. At first, the thrusts were painful, but pleasure began to override this pain, and then I started to move on top of him, riding him with a cautious speed. Then, as the blasts of pleasure grew more frantic with intensity, I felt yet another orgasm coming on. At the moment of release, as it shot through me like an explosion of color and light, Remy pressed his eyes closed as his body trembled over me with the bliss of release.
It was done... and my first time had been pure magic. We kissed and held each other tightly for a long, long time afterward.
THE NEXT DAY
I was at the restaurant, still glowing from the bliss of what had happened the night before. I had told Tessa all about it, and she had been delighted to hear it.
“I really wish my first time had been special like that,” she said. “I have to admit, I'm more than a little jealous.”
Just then my phone rang. I got it out and saw that it was Remy. I answered it, smiling broadly. “Hey, there, lover.”
“Danica, I'm coming to pick you up.”
“Why?”
“There's a professional dance group in town, and they're having auditions right now. But if you don't go sign up this afternoon, you'll miss out.”
“But I'm not a professional dancer, Remy. I haven't been to classes yet, and—”
“You've got the talent; you've got the passion. I know that you'll get the part if you just try. Please, Danica... just try. For me.”
“All right... all right, what the hell, I'll do it!” I said excitedly. “I'm off work in half an hour. Please bring my dancing shoes and the CD that's in the bag with them.”
“I'll see you then.”
“I'm going to my first real professional dance audition, Tessa!” I exclaimed as I cut off the call.
We hugged tightly, and she wished me luck.
Remy was already waiting outside when I got off, and as I climbed into his car, I began to feel a serious case of butterflies in my stomach.
“You ready for this?” he asked.
“No!” I replied. “But I'm going to try anyway.”
“I have a tip for you,” he said with a smile. “And even though I'm not a dancer, I think you'll find it useful.”
“And what might that be?”
“Dance like you've never danced before – dance like you're truly free. Because that's what you are now... You really are free. I'll always be by your side, whatever happens, and I'll always be there for you. Always.”
I smiled, feeling a warm glow banishing the nervousness. I knew what he was saying was true.
“Let's do this,” I said, full of a new, fresh confidence. “Let's do this.”
And as we drove to the audition, I knew, suddenly, without a doubt, that I would dance like I had never danced before, and I was no longer afraid.