I held up the paper slip as she wiped down the table.
“Oh my god, it does.”
“So, you know, a little preview of what’s to come.” I gave her a wink.
Without missing a beat, she asked, “Oh, you’re into pegging?”
Now it was my turn to choke on my drink. “No, nope, absolutely not.”
Olive just smiled.
Cheeky omega.
I pulled out my phone to check the time. “Oh, shit. We’re running late. It’s time for phase two of our date.” I put some cash down on the table and reached for Olive’s hand.
“Phase two? Lead the way.”
“Phase two is dancing?”Olive asked, staring at the sign outside the Starlight Grove Community Center.
“Marisol and Carmen are teaching a class. I thought it could be fun.”
Olive chewed her lip. “I don’t know. I can’t dance.”
“Neither can I. That’s why we’re taking the class.”
A wisp of bitter scent came off her, and I wrapped my arms around her. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to, baby.” Had I gone too far? I thought this would be a fun way for her to become a part of the town, but maybe it was too much too soon.
She took a deep breath. “It’s okay. We can give it a try. Just don’t make fun of my terrible skills.”
“I would never.” I tilted her chin so I could press a gentle kiss to her lips. “My brave girl. Let’s go make fools of ourselves.”
We slipped into the back of the large community room, already filled with pairs of dance partners.
“We’ll stay back here,” I said, tucking a strand of Olive’s hair behind her ear. She nodded and clung to my arm a little tighter.
“Welcome, everyone!” Marisol said, clapping her hands. “It’s so exciting to see everyone here.” Her eyes zeroed in on the two of us, and her smile widened.
“Tonight, we will learn the basics of Bachata, a very sensual dance.” Carmen drew out the wordsensual, staring directly at Olive and me while she said it.
They grabbed a couple of hot, young male volunteers and showed us the basic steps. Olive and I fumbled through them, but the more we danced, the more she loosened up.
“Bachata is about feeling the music,” Carmen said. “Olive, loosen your hips. I want to see them swaying side to side with each step.”
Olive gave a little frustrated huff as we fumbled through the next series of steps.
“You’re supposed to loosen your hips,” I tease.
“Well,you’resupposed to be leading me,” she snapped back, her voice all frosty. I grinned. I loved snippy Olive.
I moved my hand down from her waist until I was palming her ass cheek and pulled her tight against me. “There, now I can help you with your hip movements,” I murmured.
“This was not part of the instructions,” she hissed. But she didn’t try to move away. With every step and swing of her hips, her hot little pussy ground against me.
“I’m not sure what that is. It’s not Bachata, but itissensual.”
Olive jolted and we both turned to find Carmen and Marisol a few feet away, looking fucking gleeful.
I cleared my throat and looked back at Olive. “You know, I think we’ve mastered this dancing thing. Do you want to head out?”
