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His kinky black hair was set in cornrows and tied off at the back.
August Bailey sat quietly by himself in the office. Staring through the viewing window into the dance studio, he tried to quell the nervous flutter in his gut. It was slowly swelling the longer he gazed through the glass. He wasn't used to this uncertain feeling. He hated it.

His attentions were set on a young woman in the far off corner going through her stretching and flexing exercises alone in front of the mirrors. Attired in pastel pink, one-piece dance-tights, she slowly and carefully shifted the weight back and forth between her bare feet. As she leaned backwards holding the barre, arching her belly up, her long auburn hair flowed to the floor even though tied in a pony tail. Her left leg gracefully rose straight up and pointed towards the ceiling. She held the position effortlessly, a hint of rose blushing her fair-skinned cheeks, her sleek brown-eyes unwavering.

August was pulled like a magnet. The way she moved on the floor was mesmerizing. She was one of those very few who seemed to have found that precise and delicate balance of grace and strength. Her whole body flowed like a river, with vitality and just as deceivingly powerful.

He had heard of her, then he had seen her perform, and from that point on he dared to dream, despite his own limitations, that there was no other partner he needed to be with. So many other women in his young past, yet none of them affected him the way she did and he wanted to be with her in a way completely different from all the others. Without ever having met, she had filled him with a relentless determination he had never experienced before.

He had to dance with her.

"Dumbass," he muttered softly to himself, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"August?" An older woman with curly dirty-blonde hair peeking out from a scarf wrapped around her head looked into the office. She beckoned to the young man.

August inhaled deeply then stood up from the chair and followed her out of the office, into the studio.

"Wait here for a moment," the woman said motioning to him to stay by the wall. Then she walked across the floor to the woman warming up on the other side of the studio.

Again he inhaled and shifted nervously on his feet. He watched the young woman carefully. He didn't deserve to be with her. He was nowhere near as good as she was. She didn't deserve to be with him but for completely opposite reasons.

But he had to dance with her.


Caleigh Lin was just about finished with her warm-ups. She was working on a series of upper body stretches when she saw Tristan enter from the other side of the studio. She offered her partner a gentle smile. It quickly faded into a curious frown as the tall, lanky man returned only a curt glare and walked off into a far corner, mingling with a group of dancers.

She moved towards him but was cut off by her mentor and choreographer.

"Good-morning Caleigh," Thalia greeted her, "Done with your warm-ups?"

Caleigh nodded, "I was just going to get Tristan..."

The older woman shook her head and put her arm around Caleigh's shoulder, turning her away from the dancers on the other side of the studio. "No," she said, "I'm changing things up a bit. Tristan will be dancing with Annika from now on. I have a new partner for you."

Caleigh stopped on her feet and looked at Thalia as if she had just been slapped on her ear. Her pretty brown eyes blinked as she recovered from the blow and finally her mouth slipped open to say something. She was too slow.

"Remember I told you about a young man whom I saw at the Open Air Grooves down at the Docks Stage?" Thalia said not giving the dancer a chance to protest, "And also at the Heritage Festival last month? The contemporary jazz, hip-hop fusion guy."

"Heritage Festival?" Caleigh repeated, frowning, "But weren't those just open invitation talent competitions?"

"And does this guy have talent!" Thalia insisted clasping her hands together, "He's got power, he's got energy, he's...he's also quite appealing, I must say."

Caleigh continued to shift on her feet, her eyes unfocused as she absorbed everything. She watched anxiously as the other dancers, along with Tristan, leave the room to go into the adjoining studio.

"Caleigh," Thalia spoke with a placating voice, "I know you. You're not only a wonderful dancer but you're a lovely person and a superb, patient teacher. That's what he needs. He's lean ground beef who can become prime rib with proper guidance."

Thalia and her oddball analogies, Caleigh thought.

"And I know he'll help bring out some more traits in you that'll make you an even more attractive dancer," Thalia continued, "Trust me, he won't drag you down. He'll make you better. You're going to need him for the types of dances I have in mind."

Caleigh scanned anxiously around the studio as Thalia spoke, her vision flitting across the groups and individuals before returning a quizzical gaze towards her choreographer. She opened her mouth to say something but instead, Thalia turned around and beckoned towards the door to the studio office. Caleigh leaned slightly to her left to see past her head.

A young man, black, leaning against the wall raised his hand slowly and managed an anxious smile. He rolled his fingers down in a half-hearted greeting. On first impression, he didn't appear too sure of this either.

"August? Come on over," Thalia called to him.

Hesitating for a moment, he peeled himself from the wall and slowly made his way towards them. Caleigh reached across with her hand to grab her other elbow and squeezed.

At first, the way he took his time to walk towards her, Caleigh thought it was a swagger. Actually, the closer he came, she realized she saw on his face something not even close to overconfident or cocky.

"Caleigh Lin this is August Bailey," Thalia introduced them.

"Hey," August said. He managed a closed-lip smile as they shook hands.

"Hi," Caleigh nodded, offering her own hesitant smile. She was surprised to feel how gently -delicately- he held her hand.

As Thalia continued with the introductions, extolling the virtues of each of them, Caleigh took her time to reflect on her new partner. He wasn't much taller than her --she was in bare feet as well- and with his baggy clothing, it was hard to see just what shape his body was in. She focused on his face. The first thing she noticed was that the colour of his eyes, set apart over a broad and round nose, were a glassy green-grey. In regards to looks, August was at a crossroads between youthfulness and manhood. His kinky black hair was set in cornrows and tied off at the back. Even with the short stubble around his mouth and under his chin, it was easy to still see some boyish features and freshness in his eyes and cheeks.

What really struck her though was the way he was looking at her, or rather, the way he was trying not to look at her directly. His chin was low and his eyes flitted uneasily between the choreographer and Caleigh. He was struggling to maintain his smile.

The moment Thalia stopped talking, Caleigh spoke, "You studied dance where?"

"I've taken some weekend classes at the local community college for the last year and a half," August said. His voice wavered, as if he were embarrassed, "Mostly I just danced on my own or with a crew."

When she saw him look down at his feet, Caleigh immediately regretted asking the question. It was an honest question but she realized how elitist it may have sounded. She of all people knew that the desire to dance didn't come from classes or in the studio.

"That's good," she said with quick nods, "That's...fine."

"He was a standout," Thalia insisted.

Caleigh continued to nod thoughtfully. August looked anywhere except at her eyes.

"Okay, enough with the hellos! August, go change." Thalia declared, clapping her hands, "Time to dance!"


August sat on the floor in a loose tank top and shorts silently observing the action. Thalia directed the dance as Caleigh went through some basic moves with a choreography assistant.

Caleigh moved effortlessly and followed the instructions with barely a thought. Each time she glanced over to the young man sitting on the floor watching her she couldn't help but find his expression to be rather curious. His eyes were wide, the whites showing through the dark, black features of his face and he had the slightest hint of a smile on his broad lips.

He looked like a kid watching a magic show--absolutely mesmerized.

In fact, August had to visibly snap out of his trance when Thalia turned to him. "Okay August," she said, "Those are the fundamentals of the routine, the building blocks for some of the dances we'll be doing."

As August stood up and Caleigh kept her joints and muscles limber, Thalia went through her ideas behind the choreography. The dances, a fusion of jazz, modern and Latin influences, were culled from the steamiest, sexiest, most torrid romance novels she had dredged up from her collection. They were no mere boy-meets-girl stories, she assured them.

"We're going to sex up the dance floor," she insisted outright.

Caleigh's lips slipped ajar. She usually enjoyed listening to Thalia explain the dances she had concocted. The older woman with the thousand scarves often looked like she was planning a bank heist when talking about her creations. This time, however, she was particularly excited and the explicitness of her ideas unnerved Caleigh.

One of the dances, a pure Alpha male story, involved the female dancer starting off with an innocent flirtation and quickly escalating into a struggle of desire with the man finally claiming his prize. There were a lot of up close holds and carries, the man's show of strength and domination increasing throughout the dance, ultimately controlling the dance.

"The woman doesn't realize the man's intentions? She lets him get that close?" Caleigh asked.

"Oh he's always been close. By the time she realizes it, she's been long under his control," Thalia grinned devilishly, "And he just has his way with her."

Caleigh shot her an open-mouth incredulous look. She had always sensed that her eccentric mentor was grooming her to be able to interpret her peculiar sexual fantasies. But Thalia had always guided her well since she was a child. No matter how many butterflies were bouncing around in her stomach now, she had to trust her.

"And this is what we have to work with, Caleigh dear," Thalia said as she turned and looked at August. She rubbed him on his rounded shoulder. In his dance attire, Caleigh could finally see the long, strong muscles Thalia had been suggesting when she had described August. He was a solid package to be sure, but right now he looked more like a he was ready to go 12 rounds in a boxing ring rather than twirl on dance floor.

"We need this body to take you and hold you and lift you and not let you go until he's done," Thalia said with proud slaps on Augsut's shoulder and back. The choreographer closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, looking like she needed a cigarette.

Caleigh rolled her eyes and smiled crookedly, amused with her crazy choreographer. It eased her a bit to do so. She looked over at August. He seemed even more uncertain about this. Caleigh couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

"Okay! To work! To work!" Thalia said as she turned and walked away, twirling her wrist in the air.

August threw a blunt look to his new partner. "This is dancing?" he asked.

Caleigh laughed and nodded. "Yeah," she said with a grin and a sigh as she patted him on his back, "Better prepare yourself...partner."


The afternoon went by in stops and starts as they tried to grasp the basics of the routines-- August in particular. Thalia was patient as always. She needed to be. There was nothing in her voice or demeanor that indicated she wasn't pleased with the initial results from the duo.

August was quick to snap at himself but Caleigh was just as quick to calm him down and assure him. What she was having trouble with, though she gave little outward indication, was the concept of the stories Thalia had in mind.

Thalia clapped her hands. "Good! That'll be it for today," she declared.

August and Caleigh turned towards the choreographer. He was breathing hard and perspiring, she less noticeably.

"Alright August?" Caleigh asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. Mostly nerves I think," he replied.

Thalia tilted her chin towards the backroom doors and said, "Go ahead and get cleaned up, August. You did fine."

With another nod, he walked away slowly towards the doors.

Thalia stood beside Caleigh, both of them watching the young man exit to the change rooms.

"So?" Thalia asked.

Caleigh thought for a moment. "He's good," she conceded, "He's raw like you said, but the fundamentals are there. He seems serious about it."


Again Caleigh paused and inhaled before speaking, "I don't quite get that feeling of strength in his holds, though."

"That'll come," the older woman said as she removed the scarf from her head. She primped up her hair, "This'll be good, Caleigh."

The dancer pursed her lips as she walked away, obviously deep in thought. Thalia could tell the normally confident and assured young woman was a bit stirred up, maybe even a little wary of August as a partner and the overtly sexual dances she had conceived.

"Good," Thalia thought, "I can work with that, too."

********** "Why do you dance?" Caleigh had been asked that question many times in her life.

Those who saw her dance would never ask her "Why do you like to dance?" That was too much like "Why do you like to go to the movies?" or "Why do you like to eat pizza?"

Those who watched her knew that this was no casual hobby or interest for the young woman. To dance for her was to walk or breathe for the rest of the population.

Caleigh was never eloquent enough to explain why. She'd rather just let her dancing be her reply. She was the shy, button-faced child who never spoke up and always took comfort in her mother's shadow. She was the runt who couldn't decide what to take from the dinner table and so let the others have their fill first. But when her family brought her to the ballet at age 8, a little switch flipped in her brain and suddenly, at such a tender age, she had found her calling, something she could lose herself in and express herself without words.

11 years later, after endless lessons and performances, her family and friends simply referred to her as "the dancer". The soft-spoken young woman grew up and blossomed on the dance floor. Yet, though she shined so brightly in the eyes of others, somehow self-awareness of just how sensual and sexy she was becoming, even when she wasn't dancing, eluded her.

Quite frankly, Thalia always thought that fact was the only thing holding back her young protégé: that little bit of raw, erotic edge. It was fine to be so innocent when she was a young girl, but Caleigh was a woman now, a very attractive one at that. That unlocked so many advantages for her if she only was aware enough to seize them.

She didn't want her to be like a stripper, but she really wanted the young dancer to experience the full release of inhibitions, appreciate the freedom of spontaneously succumbing to the deepest of human emotions and desire. Caleigh should throw herself at the dance. She just needed a partner strong enough to catch her.

"That's my job, to find the man who can take hold of you," Thalia told her protégé once, "But Caleigh dear, no amount of practicing on your part in this dance studio will help you plumb those feelings I can see just bubbling under the surface of your pretty face."

Sometimes, Thalia spoke too cryptically for Caleigh and the dancer could only shrug it off and dance some more. The fact was, for her, she could never practice enough. She only had so much time in the studio for herself and she wasn't the type to go dancing on her own in public places.

Her uncle suggested a solution one night at a family dinner.

"Your apartment building?" Caleigh asked.

"Sure, you remember the 4 Corners down near the China Town area," her uncle, Richard, remarked, "We used to pass by it after Sunday morning dim sum. One of the apartments on the 4th floor has recently been vacated. I'm going to have it renovated so it'll be empty for little while."

"An apartment?" Caleigh frowned.

"Trust me, Cal. There's a lot of space. Just come with me and check it out."

A day later, Caleigh and her uncle made their way up the flights of stairs in the 4 Corners Residences. It was a low-rise apartment complex, only 4 stories high. Converted from a brick office building back in the 1970's, there were only 6 apartments, 2 on each floor above a row of storefronts on the street-level. The hallways and stairwell were darkly lit but her Uncle Richard kept them clean and painted. Caleigh liked the building. It had a retro elegance to it.

At the top of the stairwell, they turned the corner towards the hallway. As they approached #401, a woman from the neighboring apartment emerged along with a little pug dog. The petite East Asian woman's mouth bloomed into a broad smile upon her round face as she walked towards them.

"Hello Richard!" she sang out with a sweet voice, "You're looking handsome!"

"Hi, Yayoi," he replied with a nod. He looked at the dog, "Hiya Tyco! Going for walkies?"

As she walked by, Yayoi's dark little eyes lit up as she looked at Caleigh.

"This is my niece, Caleigh," Richard said, "She'll be using 401 to practice her dancing."

"Ooh a dancer! Wonderful!" the petite woman chirped.

"I promise to not make so much noise," Caleigh insisted.

"Me too," Yayoi said, pinching her face in a cute, coy grin, then laughed like a girl on merry-go-round.

She winked at Richard, giggled, and continued walking towards the stairs.

"C'mon Tikki-Takki. Come with mommy," she tugged at the dog. It seemed less than enthusiastic to go with her.

Caleigh and her uncle looked at one another. They shrugged and chuckled after the woman disappeared. Richard sighed and finally opened the door.

The young woman stepped into the apartment. Her eyes immediately widened as she took the place in. "Oh wow," she exclaimed.

Richard followed his niece into the apartment. He had known that she would be impressed. She couldn't hide the grin on her red lips as she turned around, looking at the space. It was almost completely empty except for a couple of small boxes and an enormous purple velvet easy-chair by the windows. It looked like a throne for a pimp.

"Can't figure out what to do with that," he said, "It's still in solid condition. I might just leave it there for the next tenant."

"This is great," she said excitedly, "There's so much space, and the ceiling is so high!"

"Well, all the apartments are studio lofts so when they're empty, there are no walls to bump into," Richard pointed out, "And these two apartments on the top floor have 11 foot ceilings. I figure if you need to do some jumps or lifts, you won't be bumping your head -- much."

Caleigh laughed. The afternoon sunlight from the windows stretched white shiny streaks on the waxed floor. She asked, "Is this hardwood?"

"Yeah, maple. I approved the previous tenants installing it," he said. He pointed towards the corner, "Those too."

Caleigh walked slowly towards 4 wide and tall mirrors, stuck side-by-side in the corner. "That's amazing," she said.

"Told you that the previous tenants were dancers, right?" Richard said as he picked through one of the boxes in the room, "Ballroom. Rumba. They wanted to be able to practice in here."

He handed a photo to his niece, a picture of a young couple on a dance floor, holding one another in first position. The dress and tuxedo the couple sported reached back to a fashion Caleigh was unfamiliar with but, even with the washed out colours in the photo, the enthusiasm and love of dance touched her like a kindred spirit from within.
Caleigh looked at the mirrors and touched the glass with her finger tips. It just seemed like fate had taken her in.

"I'll be renovating the kitchen and the bathroom over the next few weeks. I'll let you know when I'll be in here. The mirrors will probably come down before I rent out the place again," Richard said, "So till then, what do you think? It's good?"

The soft smile broadened on Caleigh's face, narrowing her already slender eyes. She looked back at her uncle and nodded.


"It's the boss man!" Jimmy Dean called out as Richard and his niece entered his store. He added a raised hand bow towards them.

Richard laughed, "Hey Jimmy. How's business?"

"Business is A-okay, chief!" Jimmy Dean replied with an exaggerated two thumbs up. His wide toothy smile shined through his thin, black features.

Jimmy Dean owned and worked in Wang's Milk and Goods ever since he moved up from Tobago. It was one of the shops on the street front of the 4 Corners.

Richard and Caleigh approached the counter. "We gonna have the usual, chief?" Jimmy Dean asked.

"You know me too well," Richard grinned.

Jimmy Dean laughed and clapped his hands together. He slapped down a whole box of gum onto the counter.

Caleigh arched her brow as she eyed her uncle.

Richard shrugged, "It lasts me a month."

"Juicy Fruits for the boss," Jimmy Dean nodded. Then, turning to Caleigh, he leaned over slightly and said, "And we have a Juicy-Juicy here, as well!"

Caleigh couldn't help but offer an amused smile towards the comically flirtatious look of the amiable shop-keeper.

"This is my niece, Caleigh," Richard introduced, "She'll be using 401 until I get it renovated."

"Ah! She's gonna be in Fred and Ginger's!" Jimmy Dean remarked.

"Fred and Ginger?" Caleigh asked.

"Yeah, you know! The dancers!" the shop-keeper replied. He held up his hands in ballroom position and did a few sliding steps behind the counter, humming a reggae-infused waltz.

Caleigh chuckled.

"Well, they weren't Fred and Ginger," her uncle explained, "But Harvey and Dorothy Lipman were pretty good dancers themselves. They were teachers and they won a few awards and prizes in competitions before that."

Jimmy Dean added, "They were cool and smooth on the dance floor and then hot and heavy in the parking lot!"

Caleigh blinked. "What?"

Richard cleared his throat. "The Lipmans apparently got quite, um, frisky immediately after competing."

"They danced vertically and celebrated horizontally in their Caddy!" Jimmy Dean detailed.

Caleigh's face was drawn blank soaking in that thought. A blush of pink seeped onto her cheeks. "In the car? Right after dancing?" she asked, amazed.

"A good dance will do that, though, wouldn't it now, juicy-juicy? Get the blood pumping!" Jimmy Dean said.

"Well, not for Cal," Richard smirked and tugged at his niece's sleeve, "Take it easy, Jimmy. See you in a bit."

The gregarious shop-keeper watched them exit his store.

"Just one good dance," he said out loud.


Things at the studio progressed slowly. Caleigh and August worked endlessly with one another guided by the cool and assured Thalia. They got along well. They're technique was good. Stances and lines showed poise and good form and they had a firm visualization of all the moves and steps of the dances. Still, Caleigh sensed something was holding them back.

During a break, as August continued to work on some steps by himself, Caleigh and Thalia watched him as they leaned against a far wall.

"He's very hesitant," Caleigh remarked, "He looks strong. He is strong. But I don't feel any of that in his holds. He's all stops and starts."

"It's like he's at the edge but then suddenly withdraws," Thalia said, "He ends up holding you too delicately."

Caleigh nodded as she sipped some water from a bottle.

"Caleigh," Thalia said, "You still don't know why I switched you away from Tristan, do you?"

The young dancer didn't reply, just continued to gaze ahead.

"Tristan was like gazelle, just like you," Thalia said, "You danced alike, side-by-side, so graceful."

Caleigh smirked. Thalia was at it again.

"I don't need two gazelles," the choreographer continued, "I don't want two gazelles. Not for the dances I want you to do. I need fierce. I need raw power. I need passion and lust. I need a gazelle and I need a lion. August is my lion."

Caleigh frowned as she looked towards her partner. "He seems more like a pussy cat," she remarked.

Thalia grinned and as she looked at her. "With the right game, any cat can become a hunter."

Caleigh rolled her eyes. "You make me sound like meat," she joked, then added, "Just so long as he doesn't eat me alive."

The choreographer said nothing as Caleigh walked back towards her partner. Her eyes narrowed as she watched her go.

August was balancing on one foot as he leaned forward slowly. He held the position, trying to concentrate. He knew he was having problems with the holds. Dancing alongside Caleigh was fine. It was when he touched her the first time, held her close, felt the energy from within through her smooth, milky skin, that was when he could feel the sweat build in his palms and the strength sapped from his muscles. And it just got worse from there.

He tried to steady his breath as he held his position. Caleigh was his motivation to do this. Having seen her in the past, he had instantly recognized how beautifully she danced. Now, the moment he had been introduced and began working with her, he saw just how beautiful she was as a woman -- her looks, her smell, her touch. No woman had drawn that quick an acknowledgement from him before. He was unprepared for it.

He had just wanted to dance with her, he had to repeat to himself over and over. Just...dance.

His heart thumped hard within his chest and that was enough to shake his concentration. He stumbled awkwardly out of position.

"Dammit," he grumbled, hanging his head down.

"That was good form, August," Caleigh said softly from behind.

He paused at the sound of her voice. Composing himself a little before turning to her he said apologetically, "Can't seem to hold it though."

The young woman smiled and shook her head, "You're doing fine August. I think the dances are coming along. You just need more time to practice."

August put his hands on his hips and looked off dejectedly. Even with her reassurance, she could tell that he continued to beat himself up. He needed to relax, get away from the studio.

Caleigh thought for a moment. Finally she clasped her hands together, rolled up onto her toes, inhaled then said, "I think I have a place where we can practice on our own."


"Hey, it's Barysh-NEE-kov!" Jimmy Dean shouted with a warm laugh as August entered Wang's.

August grimaced and shook his head. "Man, do you have to call me by the name of one of the whitest dancers on the planet?"

The perpetually smiling shop-keeper chuckled, "Yeah, you would have to scrape off a few layers of the smoke at least!"

"Thanks a lot," August replied, a tired grin on his lips. He made his way up and down the single aisle of the store.

It had just been a little over a week since he started to frequent Wang's daily but he and Jimmy Dean were already on pretty familiar ground. He returned to the counter and plunked down his goods.

"Ah you know I'm just teasing your beard, bro'!" Jimmy Dean chimed and offered out his hand. The two men brushed their palms and bumped their fists together.

Jimmy Dean said, "You got your rations for the afternoon, huh?" He started to punch the keys on the register.

"Yeah, two bags of chips, a bottle of mineral water, OJ," August did the inventory and then picked up some cookies, "And a bag of Oreos for the lady."

Jimmy Dean clapped his hands together and laughed, "The dancing queen is the Cookie Monster in disguise, eh?"

August nodded as he reached for his wallet. "Yeah," he sighed, "Can't tell where she puts it all though, can you?"

The shopkeeper winked. "She do cut a fine figure now, huh brutha? She is too sweet," he said then sang smoothly through his grinning teeth, "Hold me closer tiny dancer..."

August couldn't help but look down and smile sheepishly. He certainly had more than his share of opportunities to hold Caleigh's lovely body close to his. "Fringe benefits," he snickered in spite of himself.

Jimmy Dean's eyes widened as the edge of his lips angled sharply. "You sure you got everything?" he asked. He twisted around slightly and waved his hand along a rack behind him. He said, "You sure you don't need a little somethin'-somethin' should things hit the fast lane? Best be prepared, brah.""

August followed the man's fingers as they presented the boxes of condoms displayed on the wall behind the counter. His own smile quickly faded as he winced and shrugged his shoulders. He felt the blood flood into his cheeks as he realized he had been caught up in the moment. Shaking his head, he said adamantly, "Guy, it ain't like that!"

Jimmy Dean remained in position, displaying his contraceptive wares like a TV commercial pitchman. He arched his brows up and down. "You said she liked Oreos? Chocolate cookie is tasty with the white cream filling," he said with a wink, "The cookies don't lie."

August sighed. He picked up his bag of food and made his way towards the exit. Raising his hand to Jimmy Dean he said, "Catch you later. Cal's waiting."

As the door opened and closed shut, ringing the little bells, Jimmy Dean, as usual, got the last word in: "I'm sure she is, brutha!" **********

In apartment #401, Caleigh danced between the breaks of sunlight reaching in through the windows. She moved in the silent room, no music playing, following a rhythm in her head.

Things definitely had improved since she and August brought their practice sessions to the 4 Corners. They were enjoying themselves working hard then taking breaks just to talk, or eat, or, once in a while, taking turns napping in the big, comfy easy chair. They even rented "Dirty Dancing" at a local DVD store and watched it on Caleigh's laptop one evening, studying the dancing and adding running commentary for the corny story and hammy acting. They were having fun.

Maybe it was the more relaxed, private atmosphere. Caleigh smiled. Maybe it was the spirit of the dancing Lipman's guiding them.

There's a thought: The Lipman's performing on the dance floor, appearing impeccable and all the while piquing their arousal by one another's touch and hold and look. Despite the prim and proper image she had of them from the photo, she could just imagine how dancing so intimately could send their attraction for one another soaring to the point where they had to immediately sneak off and release those pent up desires in the back seat of their car outside.

"How were they able to concentrate?" Caleigh snickered to herself.

Thinking about the present again, Caleigh was happy with August's progress. He really was a good partner. He was dedicated, enthusiastic, and really strong technically and just physically in general. She felt he still hadn't really envisioned his own potential. He was still holding back when they came together for their more intimate holds and lifts. Every so often he would flash her the briefest look, some deep dark passion in his youthful eyes, but he would immediately pull back.

There was a ceiling there. If they could only get past that...the things they could do. She looked into the mirrors, envisioned August behind her, his muscular dark tones wrapping around her fair-skinned, fit body. Thalia had been dead on. They would make an attractive couple on the dance stage.

"Just on the dance stage?"

Caleigh broke her step and stumbled slightly on the floor, a sudden incendiary thought snapping her concentration. She stood there, staring blankly at spot on the floor, absorbing a vague feeling germinating in her head, like a ghostly whisper beckoning her.

"Junk food delivery," August piped in as he stepped into the apartment.

Caleigh turned her head, startled.

"What's the matter? See a mouse?" he asked.

After a brief second, she shook her head and smiled. "No, just thinking about something."

"Sound a bit out of breath. Guess you need some of these?" August said as he dangled the bag of cookies in front of her.

Caleigh ran over, her arms outstretched. "Oh yeah! Gimme!"

August shook his head as she snatched the bag from his hand. "Damn," he winced, "Where you gonna pack those?"

The young woman waved a finger at him as she skipped away with her swag. "Don't worry," she said, "We'll be working these off this afternoon. I promise you!"

August winced again, grinned and slowly took off his jacket.


"Elbows off the table!"

"Ow! Hey! C'mon, mom!" August winced as his mother gave him a swift smack on the back of his head.

Caleigh looked up from her dinner plate and snickered.

"20-years old, you've got a decent lady friend over and your manners go out the window?" Mrs.Bailey said as she pawed at her son's head again.

August frowned and rolled his head clearly embarrassed.

Mrs.Bailey wrapped her arms around him from behind and said, "Ooh! Caleigh darling, he's just worried I'm going to mess up his hairdo! He finally put on some decent clothes so he'd look all fine for you."

Caleigh grinned and nodded. August was indeed looking pretty fine wearing brown pinstriped dress slacks and a white polo top which stretched over his broad shoulders and chest.

August winced some more as his mother planted a rough kiss on his temple. He declared, "Hey, I'm telling you, don't mess with the 'do'!"

His mother ended it with a firm nudge to his head as she backed away laughing.

Caleigh smiled broadly and giggled. This was nice, having dinner with August at his apartment. Actually he said it was his mother who asked that she come over one night.

"She's not a girlfriend, mom," August had insisted the day she told him to invite Caleigh for dinner.

"Of course not, silly goat! None of your 'girlfriends' could be a refined dancer such as she!" she teased, "I just want to meet your dance partner and warn her about you and make sure you don't mess up this fine opportunity!"

Mrs.Bailey was a charming and spirited woman. She swayed to and fro and waved her hands when she talked which was often. The only time she really settled down was when Caleigh talked about her interest in dance and her training and performances. The older woman sat beside her at the table and listened intently, hands folded on her lap and her large brown eyes riveted on her. She was easy to talk to.

When Caleigh was finished, Mrs.Bailey leaned back in her chair rubbing her hands on her thighs and blowing out a deep breath. "Ooh my goodness, this girl is a professional!" she declared. She nodded towards her son, "What are you doing messing with a hoofer like this one here?"

August rolled her eyes as the two women chuckled.

"Well he's not too bad at all, Mrs.Bailey. Besides," she firmed her jaw, folded her arms and eyed August, "I'll whip him into shape."

"You do just that, Caleigh hon'," she wagged her finger first at the young woman then more sternly at her son. "Alright, alright! Hey, if I knew I was going to get tag-teamed, I wouldn't have shown up tonight!" August wiped his hands and then stood up from the table to clear the dishes.

A glowing smile on her face, Mrs.Bailey stood up, waving her hand at Caleigh to tell her to stay seated while she and her son cleared the table and got the dessert. The older woman, who was still in fine shape, shimmied and tapped her feet as she walked towards the kitchen humming a jazzy tune.

She met up with her son at the sink. "She's a knock-out," she said in her loud-whisper voice, "What a lovely face and those pinched eyes! Is she a mix?"

"I don't know," August replied, "Half-white, half-Chinese maybe? Her last name is Lin. She's a mix of something."

"Lovely, lovely, lovely...mm-hmm,"

"She's not a girlfriend," August repeated with a sigh anticipating his mother's comments.

"I know!" Mrs.Bailey said, her voice rising as her eyes did upward, "Lord couldn't offer me just one blessing, could He?"


"You don't hurt that delicate flower, understand?" she said clutching at his wrist, "That girl is destined for big things in her life and she's a blessing in yours. You do nothing to hurt her."

"I know mom! I'm not playing around," he insisted.

"You tell that to the all those dirty women you've been fooling with!" she sniped, "Just like your father!"

"I'm not like that anymore! I just want to dance," August snapped and snatched away his wrist, "I'm not going to mess around with Caleigh!"

A soft voice nervously cleared her throat from behind them. Mrs.Bailey and son turned to face the pretty young woman standing at the kitchen doorway, a polite, if slightly anxious, smile on her lips.

"I was wondering if I could help bring out the dessert," Caleigh said.

Mrs.Bailey paused, her mouth slightly ajar as she and her son looked at Caleigh, then one another, then back at her.

"Oh thank you, hon'," she finally said, "You can take the dishes and forks here and August and I will bring out the pie and ice cream."

"Pie and ice cream! Mmmm!" Caleigh chuckled, "How are we supposed to dance if we get fat?!"

Caleigh and Mrs.Bailey walked out of the kitchen smiling. August hung around at the sink. He whipped the towel against the counter then leaned heavily on the edge. He squeezed his eyes tight and shook his head slowly.


"My mom would talk your head off, wouldn't she?" August said apologetically as he walked Caleigh to the train station.

"Ha! Ha! She's really sweet! I like her alot," she replied, "Feisty!"

"That must be why the two of you get along so well!"

Caleigh smiled and nodded. Her round cheeks were blushed red from the cool November air. They strolled along quietly on the sidewalk for awhile. She had become familiar enough with August to know when he was holding back to himself. By now, she cared more than enough about him to mention it.

"I'm sorry about dropping in on your conversation in the kitchen," she offered.

August silently shrugged his shoulders.

"Your mom is carrying some baggage about your dad?" Caleigh asked.

"And she's dumping it on me," he snapped. Immediately he winced, kicking himself inwardly for such a sour reply. He leveled his gaze onto the ground in front of him as he hunkered down, his hands stuffed in his pockets. She heard him exhale a deep breath but he said nothing else.

Caleigh thought about it for a few moments. Finally, she said, "Your dad left?"

August stopped and turned towards her. He rolled his eyes towards the sky and sighed, "Yup. Left her a couple of years after I was born. Mom's a smart lady. Could have had a good career until she got pregnant and married my dad. Gave it all up for him. Then he dumped her. She's smart but she still can't deal with that. She's worried it'll be like father, like son."

There was an acute pause as they stood facing one another. Caleigh saw a weighty seriousness in August's entrancing grey-green eyes. She was staring but she couldn't pull herself away.

He shrugged again and turned and continued to walk towards the station. Caleigh trailed behind him.

"Dad was always about the party, having his fun," August continued, "Left a whole lot of wreckage behind him."

"You don't...I don't think you're like your dad," Caleigh said, stumbling to find words.

"Not like I've given my mom much excuse not to think so," he replied still walking ahead of her.

That wasn't a reply she was expecting. Usually light on her feet, Caleigh lagged further behind August lost in her thoughts. The words said in the kitchen, the implications of what went unsaid, wended their way through her increasingly conflicted head.
Caleigh looked up at the back of August as he walked away from her. A wispy trail of vapor escaped from her lips as her mouth slipped open. New feelings about August stirred within her. After all that was said, she realized that they weren't feelings of repulsion or resentment.

She shuddered as she felt her heartbeat quicken.

An uneasy knot wove its way through her stomach as they continued along the sidewalk.


Over the next few days, the couple seemed to hit a rut on the dance floor. More specifically, August appeared to be regressing. It wasn't a case of him not caring or trying. He was distracted and it showed in his constant stumbles, fumbled turns, and weak holds and lifts.

"I'm sorry. Man, I'm sorry," he said over and over. It was obvious he was tearing himself up.

One particular move that was sticking him like a knife in the gut. After yanking Caleigh up against his body, one hand grabbing around the small of her back, the other wrapped in her hair, pulling her back, arching her body backwards as she pushed her hands against his chest. The young woman's body seductively bowed against him, his lips were to glide downward skimming her skin from her chin, to her neck, to the top of her bosom.

While in the midst of the move, however, Caleigh felt like she was going to slip from his delicate grasp and fall back onto the floor.

"Ah, August! You're holding me too loosely!" she said as she adjusted her footing.

"Pull her tight, August. Seize her body," Thalia instructed, "No light between your waists. And brush your lips along her skin."

August frowned and grit his teeth, cursing himself. He pulled Caleigh back up then stepped away, frustrated.

Caleigh stood aside, concern on her face as she looked at him struggle with himself.

"Okay, maybe we should call it for today," Thalia said, waving her hand before the young man started with his effusive apologies again. "Cal, why don't you go get changed. I just want to talk to August for a bit."

Caleigh looked at him anxiously. She leaned towards him about to say something but instead offered him a reassuring smile then turned and walked away.

August spoke, "Thalia, I'm sorry. I-"

"Shh," the older woman hushed with a smile. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and turned him around. They watched Caleigh walking towards the change room.

"She's really great, isn't she?" Thalia said.

"God, she's the best," August replied, "She's an amazing dancer."

"She's also a beautiful young woman," Thalia added, "Don't you think? A beauty that makes you feel weak?"

August's jaw tightened. He didn't answer.

"I can't use weak, August. I need strength," Thalia said, "I need fierce. Her beauty should make you hungry."

He closed his eyes. A glowing, graceful, alluring angel filled his thoughts.

"She doesn't need a boy anymore, August," Thalia went on, "She needs a man. Hold her like a man, August, with the strength of a man. Gaze at her with all the desires of a man."

The young man breathed deeply.

"She trusts you, August. She's trusting you with her body," Thalia said softly, "She has the strong, giving body of a woman, not a delicate little girl. Treat her like a woman. She needs you to take hold of her like a woman."

Her words seeped into his mind like fragrant syrup. Even after Caleigh disappeared through the door, he could still see her vividly in his mind's eye.

"She won't break," Thalia concluded, "Take her in your arms. Be fierce."

Thalia looked at him closely. She saw a flickering intensity in his expression. Without another word, she walked away from him. August remained unmoving from his spot for a long time after she had left the studio.

********* August's feet suddenly felt so heavy. He had trouble dragging them up the flights of stairs to the top floor of the 4 Corners.

His mother could tell that he was troubled but was afraid to ask what was bothering him. For the past few weeks, he seemed to come alive and have more focus and drive than he ever had before. Now he was withdrawn and sullen.

Even the usually talkative Jimmy Dean could tell there was a cloud over August when he stopped in at Wang's to pick up the usual supplies of junk food. The shop-keeper said very little and simply loaded up the bag and handed it to August, though he still sported a beaming grin. He said something as August exited the store, because Jimmy Dean always gets the last word, but his jovial words were cut off as the door closed.

Thalia's words were like an anchor weighing heavily on his thoughts for a day. He didn't know how he was supposed to feel anymore. Before, when he told himself that he wanted to be with Caleigh, it was only to dance with her. Dancing with her made him feel like a better person. Before, that was more than enough. It was all he wanted from Caleigh.

Now it wasn't. Maybe it wasn't all along.

He almost wanted to turn around and just leave. But he couldn't do that. Caleigh was waiting for him.

Finally arriving at the door, he took a deep breath before entering the apartment.

"Hey, junk food delivery," he said, mustering some enthusiasm.

Caleigh was tying her hair in a ponytail when he came in. She smiled. Standing by the windows, sunlight casting a glow around her, she was truly beautiful. August could barely look at her.

He placed the bag on the kitchen counter, his back to her, and unpacked their food. Pulling out what he thought was the last item, a bottle of juice, he frowned and looked down into the bag. He reached in and pulled out packets of condoms. Jimmy Dean was pretty slick.

"Everything okay?" Caleigh asked from behind.

August blinked, his heart surging up his throat. He stammered, "Uh, yeah, yeah. It's cool. All good."

He quickly pocketed the small packets as he turned to her.

"Want to get started partner?" she asked.

August inhaled deeply, steadying himself, and nodded.


Caleigh was curled up on the big purple easy-chair as she stirred from her nap. She took a deep, quiet breath as she opened her eyes slowly, awakened by a dream. It was a dream of herself in a pitch dark room with only a bright spotlight upon her. There was a driving, indiscernible beat and rhythm filling the space. She was nude, her white skin shimmering from the light above. Her body was moving, twisting, flailing. She was dancing, but she wasn't in control. Like a plaything doll, her body was being moved and rolled, sometimes smoothly, sometimes vigorously, at the command of another force, something from the darkness.

As she slipped from her dream world, the last image she saw was that of strong ebony hands, reaching out of the darkness and moving towards her, taking her glowing white flesh into their grasp. Muscular, sinewy arms held her close. Finally emerging from the blackness were a masculine face and body, darkly handsome silk chocolate coloured. He seized her body with command and authority, and while she looked into his eyes --those amazing green-grey eyes- to find the boy that she knew, her partner, all she saw was the fiery passion and undeniable desire of a man. And it was all focused on her.

After that first long breath, Caleigh shuddered softly as she breathed out. Her body was tense, her heart beating at a quick pace. It took her time to realize where she was and absorb what she had just dreamt about. Feeling the comfort of the big easy-chair cradling her, she was able to relax her body a bit.

She blinked and frowned. She still heard the heavy rhythm of music from her dream. Was she actually awake? With a sigh, her eyes finally saw clearly. In front of the mirrors, her partner danced by himself. It wasn't the choreography they had been working on but a jazzy, hip hop routine.

Caleigh shifted quietly in the chair as she watched August shuffle smoothly to the music. There was a strength and confidence that radiated from him as he popped and snapped his joints and limbs. His body rolled like the tide with a unique gracefulness as he impressively controlled every ligament with deliberate precision. There was an attractive flow of power as well. In all respects, his positioning and lines were perfect and during his momentary holds, Caleigh had to admire his dark, sleek, muscular features, a type of body that could only be attained by a true dancer.

She didn't move as she continued to watch him slide and glide his body along the floor. August was flawless. Caleigh never realized how beautiful a man could be. No, she had known all along how attracted she was to her dance partner, just never really focused on it. Dance had always been her escape from those feelings. Her heart fluttered. The swell of arousal hit her so suddenly, she snapped her head away to the side, eyes wide open.

The sudden jerk of her head was enough to catch August's attention as he looked behind him through the mirror. He stopped his routine, the power and confidence in his body instantly subsiding, and turned to Caleigh.

"Hey, you up?" he said nodding towards her.

Caleigh blinked and looked at him. "Uh, yeah," she said. She cleared her throat and patted her cheeks adding, "Sorry. Was I out long?"

"Nah," August replied. He paused, looking at her then he pointed at the boom-box and said, "I uh...I was just messing around while you were napping."

He moved awkwardly, hesitantly, towards the portable stereo like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'll get our music going again."

"No. It's alright," Caleigh said, sitting up in the chair, "You looked good. I haven't actually seen you perform in your own style. Show me more."

August shook his head. "Nah, don't want to mess up our choreography," he said.

Caleigh smiled. "I don't think you will. Come on. Here," she said standing up from the chair, "Why don't you show me."

August rolled his eyes. He looked away with an embarrassed smile and laughed, "Nah, forget it, Cal. Let's just do our thing."

"Come on, August," she coaxed playfully, "Show me what you've got!"

She readjusted her pony tail and cinched up her shorts that covered the bottom of her one-piece tights. She threw him a coy look as she limbered up and said, "Teach me August-style!"

He eyed her. "'August-style'?" he said with a smirk, "What are you on about?"

Caleigh put her hands on her hips, threw them to the side, and pouted her lower lip. "Ain't no thing," she sniffed.

The partners stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before doubling over in spurts of laughter.

"Come on!" she insisted beaming her winter-fresh smile, "Show me before I have to do more 'Caleigh-from-the-block' speak!"

"Alright! Alright!" August said, bobbing his head. He held out his hand. "Let's groove."

********* The two of them worked up a decent sweat as they danced side-by-side in front of the mirrors to the tune of Estelle's "American Boy". To no surprise of August, Caleigh picked up his steps easily. She slid and popped across the floor with a confident, strong form, quickly moving from cutesy, delayed mimicry to seamlessly matching his steps.

As Caleigh grew more accustomed to the style and they anticipated one another's moves, the space between them tightened, their bodies drawn closer. Slowly, she glided in front of him. As she shifted back, he moved forward, until their bodies were pressing together. They continued to watch each other closely in the mirrors as August's arms reached for her waist. He felt her hips rock side-to-side.

August's expression suddenly darkened as he looked into the mirror, seeing himself holding her. He looked at her eyes. They almost seemed dreamy. Through the slender slits he could see that her brown eyes were focused on him. The expression on her pretty face, some sort of look of nervous anticipation, was disarming.

August stopped moving. "We should get back to Thalia's choreography," he said as he started to pull away.

"No wait," Caleigh said softly still looking in the mirror. She held his hands at her sides, "Show me more."

August gazed at her in the mirror. She was breathing deeply. He could feel the slightest shudder from her body as he held her close. Her nerves were electric but she was doing little to try to calm them. She continued to look at him nervously, anxiously, but she had a firm grasp around his hands.

The two of them began to sway together, their bodies rolling in unison like symmetrical waves, and pressing harder and harder together as the seconds ticked by. Caleigh felt his body heat from his chest along her back.

Caleigh stared at his eyes in the mirror. She reached over and behind, wrapping her hand around his neck and leaning the back of her head against his shoulder, stretching her slender body against his.

August could smell the sweetness in her soft hair as it fell over his shoulder. Her cheek was close to his and he could hear the gentle breaths escaping through her shiny rose lips.

Always swaying to the rhythm of the music, she could feel his heart beating faster, matching her own increasingly rapid pace. Their heads turned in unison to look at one another. Their lips so close, they traded warm breaths. August glanced at the lips of his partner. They were parted and trembling.

Still feeling the music, he set his jaw and turned away from her tempting mouth. With a gentle yet firm motion, he pushed at her back with one hand while the other held her hips steady. Caleigh bent forward at her waist until her hands were pressed up against the mirrors. Bracing herself against the wall, she gyrated her body in smooth rhythm, pushing her firm bottom against August's crotch.

He stood strong, feeling her grind against him. He didn't move even as she pushed harder and harder against his body. His hands tensed around her waist. It wasn't out of stress or nervousness. He felt a renewed strength and confidence flow through his blood. It was a familiar feeling, one that he had been trying keep in check for a long time now.

Caleigh closed her eyes as she moved. She wasn't quite certain of her actions and her nerves were racing but she couldn't stop herself. Even the stiffening arousal she felt from August as she pressed her bottom into his pelvis didn't deter her. Usually steady and confident whenever she danced, now she was taking quick breaths and gasps.

August watched her, his eyes lingering on her expression whenever she looked up in the mirror. The beautiful dancer was fading before his eyes. The beautiful woman appeared.

He firmed his jaw, tilted his head toward the ceiling and inhaled deeply. The young man's mind screamed.

When Caleigh heard a deep, guttural sigh escape from August and felt his fingers dig deeper into her waist, she opened her eyes and glanced back at him in the mirror. She saw eyes looking back at her, eyes filled with a sudden resolve and a fiery hunger. The young woman paused her motions, startled by the intensity of the man holding her tight from behind.

"Au-August?" she said softly.

Firm, strong hands gripped her body and pulled her up. They spun her around and shoved her up against the mirrors. Caleigh gasped, her back pressed up against the wall. Immediately August was in her face. He slapped his palms against the mirror on both sides of her head. He leaned in close, barely an inch separating their faces and bodies.

Caleigh's slender eyes widened and her mouth trembled open. She looked deep into the eyes of her partner. His stare was unflinching and aggressive. She heard a rumble from his throat as he breathed deeply upon her. His dark face was set like stone but she could feel the intensity, the ferocity, emanating from him. He was like a big cat deciding what to do with the bird beneath its paws.

They held their position, motionless, for half-a-minute.

Then the song faded into silence.

Caleigh swallowed and started to speak, "Aug-UMMM!!!"

August's full-pink lips pressed hard against hers, smothering her voice. Her eyes widened further as she felt the urgency of the kiss surge through her. August leaned into her, pinning her body against the mirror.

Her lips were as sweet and soft as he could ever have imagined, like kissing fresh rose petals. He folded his lips over hers several times before pulling away.

Caleigh loosed a quick high pitched gasp for air. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink and her eyes skittered around August's face trying to find something of her partner in the dark, passionate visage. All she saw was ferocious desire.

As August moved in again, she raised her hands against his chest.

"A-August, wait, wait..." she sputtered, her breaths sharp and short.

The man shook his head and coolly took her hands together and raised them up, pinning them to the glass over her head. With a stern curl on his lips, he said in a low voice, "Cal. Shut up, okay? Just follow me, okay?"

The young woman's mouth hung open but she didn't speak.

"Okay?" he repeated in a suddenly calm voice that sounded like a moment's break in a swirling storm.

The next track on the stereo, Duffy's "Mercy", began to play.

As the sassy, retro-style beat filled the room, Caleigh looked steadily into August's glimmering eyes. She knew then that she had let the lion out of his cage. He wasn't going back and she never had any intention of trying to do so. Slowly, she nodded once.

"Yeah?" August breathed, nodding quickly as he moved his face towards her, "Okay..."

Once more their lips came together in earnest. August's mouth was in constant hungry motion, kissing, licking and sucking her lips, capturing each one of her quick gasps. His aggressive kisses forced her lips apart and his tongue quickly went to work lashing the inside of her mouth, savouring her warm, wet breaths.

Caleigh bore his full weight against her body. She dropped her hands and wrapped them around his back, holding him in a desperate clinch. Her leg lifted and hooked around the back of his muscular calf. She felt his solid chest press into her bosom. As he ground his crotch against her, she tried not to think of the hardening length she felt through his shorts rubbing along her lower belly. Like a dance, she would let the music --and her partner- carry her along.

August fell away from her mouth. His inner lips kissed her supple flesh down her neck to the collar of her pastel-pink tights. Her chest was heaving unsteadily, he could practically see her heart pounding from within. His hand quickly claimed one of her rounded breasts and held it firmly as his mouth came down on it. He licked and sucked the soft, tender flesh quickly covering her tights with his saliva. Caleigh's head listed back, her eyes squeezing together, as she moaned at his kiss and touch.

August could feel with his tongue the tip of her nipple straining against the sheer material of her tights. He hooked her shoulder straps and with one firm motion, tugged them down to her elbows, peeling her tights to just above her belly. He took a step back to admire the glowing, white, bare flesh before him. Caleigh's smooth, sloping breasts glistened from his saliva. Even in just his tank top he was feeling the heat and he quickly discarded it before moving in again to sample her exposed breasts.

Caleigh's pale fingers rubbed against his ebony back and through his cornrow braids. With each flick of his tongue, with every long, loud suckle of her breasts she gasped and flinched. Her light brown nipples strained erect as he nipped them gently with his teeth and swirled his nimble tongue around them. She couldn't catch her breath and she felt her heart pound up her throat. Her bare back smeared the mirror with her perspiration.

August pushed her shorts down to her ankles. He kneeled on the ground, reached behind Caleigh, clutching at her smooth butt. Caleigh draped a leg over his shoulder as he pulled her in. Again he tasted her through the thin material of her tights as he ploughed his face into her crotch. He inhaled as he licked and kissed her, taking in her scent. His teeth nipped at the tights, stretching them, before pulling the material aside with his finger. His eyes steadied on the clean shaven slit of Caleigh's tender snatch. He moistened his wide-lips with his tongue before swiftly moving in.
"Oh! Ah!" Caleigh gasped the instant he came in contact with her quivering snatch. Her breath pitched sharply as she felt strong fingers spread apart her delicate folds and a slick, warm tongue pressed into her inner flesh.

August savoured her even as his desire for her increased tenfold by the second. The energy surged within him as he tasted her. He flicked his tongue on her clit eliciting trembles from deep within the young woman. His dark finger pumped smoothly within her pink flesh.

Caleigh clutched her thighs together, her sensitive soft skin rubbing against August's head. She looked down, her small mouth rounding into an 'O' as she gasped, and watched through glossy eyes as August indulged in her tender body. The concentration, the wanton desire, in her partner was as intense as a fireball blasting through a forest. Her whole body was quaking and if it weren't for his strong hands and the wall behind her, she was certain to collapse.

Their passion heightened their senses. The music from the stereo pulsed through their heads but their own heartbeats set the rhythm of their encounter. Every damp kiss and suckle, every quivering gasp and moan increased the tempo.

The young woman was dripping wet now. All of August's fingers were slick and glistening. She was sweet like honey and he could have gone on for hours tasting her but his hardened cock was demanding its own satisfaction. He looked up at Caleigh. Her pretty face was flushed red, her slender eyes glassy, and she was breathing hard. Inwardly, he smiled -- a deep, dark, carnal smile. His partner had no idea what to be expecting next from him.

Once again, the song faded and the CD stopped.

August rose, wrapping his arms around Caleigh and picking her up like a feather pillow. As he carried her to the lounge chair, the two looked long into one another's eyes. Both were almost expressionless but Caleigh could see deep within August. What she saw was raw and powerful and it shook her to her core. She braced herself.

The music had ended. Their dance was just beginning.

August slowly lowered her down into the big chair. The satin material cushioned her body as he leaned forward and they shared another long, deep kiss. As they did, August pulled at her tights, tugging them over her belly and slipping them down her legs and off her feet. He stood back to admire her body. He was reminded that she was a dancer with a smoothly shaped, lean and well-toned body. The deep purple of the chair perfectly heightened the creaminess of her skin.

Caleigh eyes shifted carefully down his face and body to the crotch of his shorts. The normally baggy clothing was now stretched taut from underneath, August's swelling desire tent-poling the material. She looked up quickly, anxiously at his face once more.

Silently, August reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom packet. He held it in his teeth as he pulled down his shorts and kicked them aside. Taking the packet and tearing it open, he snickered to himself, "Thanks for getting the size right, Jimmy Dean."

Caleigh's body curled up slightly in the chair as she watched him coolly work the condom onto his rigid length. The late afternoon sunlight that seeped through the windows slipped around the rolls and bumps of his rounded muscles. Yellow light highlighted his dark, ebony skin. He was young but he had little curls of black hair on his broad chest which she had never noticed before. And as he slipped the condom on, she was drawn to his cock once more. Almost a dark purplish-brown, it was long and thick, rippling with veins and it seemed to throb from the strains and swells building within August.

She could feel the unbridled intensity as he stood apart from her. As he moved towards her, she readied her fine-tuned body to be wrapped around that intensity. They embraced warmly as they engaged in another heated kiss, lips and tongues jockeying for position. Caleigh's skin shivered as she felt his rigid cock brush along her belly and thighs.

August pulled her hips forward to the edge of the chair, her body slumping into the back cushion. The young woman offered little resistance as he propped her legs up and over the arms of the chair. Caleigh was spread wide, her glistening snatch fully exposed.

Her eyes couldn't focus, alternating glances at the cool look on August's face and his hard length throbbing just inches away from her. Her taut tummy rose and fell with her nervous breaths.

August held his cock firmly at the base. He rubbed it along the soft flesh surrounding her appealing opening, savouring the moment...the moment all conflict in his mind about his feelings for Caleigh had been settled. Sometimes friends, sometimes dance partners, at this moment they were neither of those. August never felt such a passionate release.

Bracing a hand on the back cushion over her head, the young man steadied the head of his cock at her slit with an imposing deliberateness. Then he drove forward with a firm thrust of his hips.

"Ahh!" Caleigh's mouth yawned open as she gasped aloud. Her brows arching high above her widened eyes, she watched in awe as his dark length sank into her nubile body. She felt every inch rub past her tender petals and a charge of lightning shot through her body.. August was so thick, so long, he seemed to take forever to move into her.

His face came close to hers as he sank in to the hilt of his crotch. Both their mouths were open wide, less than an inch apart, as they shared heated, quivering breaths. They remained that way for seconds before August leaned forward past the invisible wall and gave her an impossibly soft kiss on her lips.

The young man's strong wide hips rolled smoothly as he quickly got into his motions. Swift, long strokes filled Caleigh with increasing rapidity.

"Uhn! Oh! Ah!" the young dancer gasped with each solid thrust.

August's stomach muscles tightened as he continued to pump harder into Caleigh, sinking deep into her tender warmth. He felt her legs clinch against his side, bracing herself against his body as he rocked her faster and faster. The large chair held its ground even as the two bodies shifted their passionate session into high gear.

As she felt and watched him find his rhythm, Caleigh began to steady. Her dancer's training guided her as she recovered her breath. Her hips and tummy shifted, her toned muscles tensed and eased, syncing with August's sturdy thrusts. She could feel him better now, feel the slow swells and throbbing pressure from his cock from within her. A tingle flowed from her chest and she groaned aloud again, "Uhn! August!"

August smiled. He was well experienced at this. The fact that he had waited so long to indulge in his deepest desires made this moment all the more satisfying. He also knew Caleigh's body well, what it was capable of, and that excited him even more.

"Get up, Cal," said with a deep, breathy voice. He pulled her from the seat as he withdrew, his cock already glossy and damp.

He led her around to the back of the large chair and leaned her back against it. They gazed at one another as he gently brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen across her pretty pink-flushed face. They kissed, Caleigh's tongue drawn from her mouth and tangling with August's. His large lips were so warm and tender.

Then August reached down and lifted Caleigh's leg. Her nimble limb stretched high, resting her calf on his shoulder. August kissed her ankles and shin before moving in. With a smooth shift of his hips, his cock drove upwards, burying itself within Caleigh's sweet spot.

With each burgeoning thrust, Caleigh was lifted to her toes on the one foot still on the ground. She was stretched into a standing split yet all she felt was August's thick length propelling into her over and over.

"Ahn! Ahn! Oh my god!" She gasped and then clasped the sides of his face and pulled him in, wrapping her mouth over his lips whenever she could.

August's own lips, like his undulating hips and stomach, were in constant motion, moving from her mouth to her ears, to her neck, glossing her white skin with wet licks of his tongue.

The heat around them was building quickly as their groans and gasps filled the empty apartment, sounds of their passionate love-making bouncing along the walls. Once more, August slipped his cock out. Caleigh's leg dropped, and just as her foot touched the floor, she felt the man's hands at her waist, spinning her around. He leaned her forward. As Caleigh grasped the back of the chair, August positioned himself behind her, nudging her ankles far apart on the floor. He looked down, admiring her rounded, firm bum, wrapped in smooth pink flesh. He nuzzled the head of his cock between her cheeks.

"Uhn!" Caleigh groaned as she felt him surge into her with a stiff stroke. Her head snapped back slightly as his crotch slapped up against her bum.

There was little build up now in August's movements. His strokes escalated with fervor. The room was filled with the sounds of damp slaps of flesh as he pumped hard into Caleigh's backside. He looked down with intense satisfaction as his ebony length sank swiftly into her repeatedly. He firmed his jaw, breathing deeply through his nose, as he held her slender waist and bucked into her, tanning her bum till it glowed pink.

Caleigh tried to steady her position, shifting on her spread out legs, digging her fingers into the cushions of the couch. "Oh! Oh god! Ah! August! Ah!" she cried out, her face contorting and straining.

Strands of light brunette hair fell across her face and neck. August reached for the band holding her hair in a ponytail and yanked it off letting the rest of the young woman's silky locks flow freely. He reached back and undid the band in his own hair, the long corn rows dropping to his neck.

They were completely unhindered, their honed bodies basking in the afternoon sunlight pouring through the window, glistening beads of sweat like stars on ebony and white flesh. Neither of them had allowed themselves to imagine just how good they could be together like this. Each stroke of his rigid length filled August with a passionate vigor that made his whole body quake. He grunted and growled aloud unabatedly, sinking his fingers into her soft flesh as he pulled her in and filled her with swift spikes of his hard, hot cock.

Caleigh dragged her forehead along the top of the chair, the velvet material wiping the perspiration from her brow. She bit down carefully on the side of her finger, her eyes closed, as she absorbed the confident thrusts of her dance partner, her lover. Their training gave them both heightened stamina, but she already felt the rush within her taking its toll. Even as her legs began to tremble and the knots in her tummy and throat tightened, she wanted this to last forever.

August slipped out once more. He turned Caleigh around to face him. As he kissed her, he bent her down, lowering her onto the floor. The cool wooden surface touched her back causing her to eke out a gasp. August kneeled down between her bended knees and watched her shift slowly and seductively on the floor, her light brunette hair falling around her glowing face. He had to taste her one more time.

"A-a-ah!" Caleigh twisted her head and mouthed her smooth shoulder as she felt August slick his tongue up and down her slit again. Her groans seeped out in trembling breaths now. Her body had long been surrendered. It was all for August to lead and guide.

August savoured her dampness, her sweetness on his tongue and lips like crisp, ripened fruit. He dragged his tongue hungrily around, along, and within her twitching folds and licked and nipped at her tingling clit. His cock was aching now, swollen to a painful rigidity. He made his way up her body, her flat tummy arching upwards as he rounded her belly button. His ebony fingers fondled her firm, white breasts as he sucked on her straining nipples. His large lips felt the groans surge up from her throat and escape her lips with lingering satisfaction.

Finally he looked upon her glittering, pink face. Her beautiful slender eyes were glassy but steady and her small red lips were slightly parted. He brushed away some hair matted to her forehead and smiled.

Caleigh looked up into his handsome, dark face. Her hands held fast around his muscular back as he lowered his body onto hers. She gasped, "August, I...I..."

August grinned but that quickly faded he moved in and kissed her deeply. His strong arms held her firmly and steadied her trembling body as he thrust his hard length into her.

"MMmnn!" Caleigh groaned into his mouth. The feel of his cock as it surged within her was familiar now but no less imposing nor unwelcomed.

Even on the cold hard surface of the floor, August was relentless, his stiff strokes no less fierce as he reveled in the feel of Caleigh's sweet, warm body around his cock. As he felt her arms hold him tighter, and her legs cinch upward and clench around his torso, it was all the encouragement he needed to fill her with rapid, potent thrusts. Each stroke was sure and deliberate, almost withdrawing completely before the full length surged in again, his crotch slamming hard into her.

Caleigh felt each one of his explicit strikes, her body absorbing every one of them. Her toes clenched. Her feet whirled in the air following the rhythm of his undulations as their session reached a fevered pitch.

"Ah! Ah! August! Oh my god!" Caleigh's cried, the ecstasy in her voice sounding so foreign to her. He was so strong, so powerful -- she could have never imagined.

August slipped his arms under the bends of her knees, bending her agile body, rolling her bum up from the floor. She was folded in half, her legs bent up to the side of her chest, allowing unimpeded thrusts of his slick cock. Their eyes were trained on one another, inches apart. Hot breaths passed between them as sweat from August's brow fell onto Caleigh's cheeks and around her lips.

"Ah! Cal!" August groaned.

They were cresting now. All their training and discipline was tossed aside as they surrendered to their desire and passion. Abbreviated cries and grunts, unsteady breaths and gasps, filled the room. Both of them strained and groaned, their bodies aquiver, trying to stretch their moment together. Caleigh dug her fingers into August's back. His buttocks rolled and ached with shorter, swifter strokes.

Caleigh squeezed her eyes shut, so tight that a tear streamed from each of them. Every muscle in her body tensed. She inhaled deeply, held her breath, then groaned, "Ahhhn!"

A surging release flooded out from deep within her body. It was so wet and warm. It shook her to her inner core as every last breath slipped from her lips in a trembling, raw groan. Her head listed back as she gasped and blinked towards the ceiling. "Oh god, August!" she sighed heavily as she felt the dampness drip down her milky skin.

Hearing the prolonged and intense cry of his partner spurred August on towards his on climax. Dropping her legs down, his hips slipped harshly between her soft thighs with definitive strokes of his cock. He embraced her tightly, pressing as much of her loving body along his as he could. He felt his stomach strain and his buttocks tense as he bucked into her one last time.

"Uhhn!" he gasped, chasing that with a ferocious grunt as he felt a rush through his body. His swollen cock gushed a stream of rich, sticky jism, filling the condom. He crunched his stomach, squeezing out more cum each time he did, pushing his cock as deeply as he could into Caleigh's tenderness.

"Ah god! Ah! Cal," he rasped with heavy breaths as he rubbed his forehead against the side of her head as he collapsed against her body. Even out of breath and every muscle in his face and body aching now, he loved saying her name, "Caleigh."

Caleigh looked up at the ceiling. She sniffed back anymore tears and her body hitched slightly as she felt August throb and twitch inside of her. As she slowly recovered, she never stopped holding him, stroking his back as it rose and fell and brushing his head tenderly.

Their bodies were glistening with perspiration as the afternoon sun fell into the horizon. Strong, toned, dancers bodies, white skin pressed against ebony flesh. The partners, the lovers, stayed joined long after their dance floor fell dark.

********* Mrs.Bailey never stopped enjoying watching her son dance. Each time she saw him, which was often these days, it was like the first time and it was enough to swell her eyes with tears every single time. The young spirited beauty he had for a partner was no less entrancing and the combination of the two of them lifted her away from any past bitter memories and concerns she once carried with her.

She wasn't alone in her feelings though.

The type of perfection and love of the art displayed on the dance floor each time Caleigh and August stepped onto it was capable of buoying the spirits of everyone in the audience. Whether it was for competitions or for exhibitions, no matter what dance they were doing, the two young performers showed just how far putting trust into one person can go.

And Caleigh trusted August implicitly -- she never had any cause to doubt him. August would never breach that trust. He held her with all his strength like she were the prize of his life. He held her as if he was making love to her.

The choreography, a daring blend of dances and risqué storytelling, sent ripples of hushed whispers amongst the audience but they were all entirely mesmerized -- some even holding in solemn arousal. Every hold was done with a graceful passion, every entwined position convincingly sold the desire that palpably existed between them.

Thalia sat off in the wings admiring her creations and how well the two dancers brought them alive. She would have to go back into her romance novel collection for some new ideas. The two were strong, the movements so fluid and confident, the choreographer patted her chest feeling a bit choked up.

The audience was already on their feet before the dance had ended, a roar of applause and cheers filling the cavernous auditorium. Mrs.Bailey looked around with pride and joy before calling out her son's name. Thalia made her way to the front to blow the two kisses.

In the glare of the spotlight, Caleigh and August stood together holding hands with firm grips. They acknowledged the appreciation from the darkened crowds washed out behind the white stage lights with waves and bows.

Amidst the cheers, Caleigh leaned aside. Through a bright smile she asked her partner, "Where's your mother's car?"

August continued to wave as he answered, "Out back. Far corner of the parking lot."

Caleigh giggled as she wrapped her hands around August's strong arms and pulled him away off stage, her steps high and brisk.

Thalia watched them disappear behind the stage curtains. She grinned crookedly, knowingly, and growled "Fierce."

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