Millie
“No, no, no.”
I stared at myself in the mirror and twirled around. Even though I loved the way the white dress moved and hugged my body, it seemed like it was just too revealing. I had on a thong which was hurting my ass, and I’d taken my bra off and put pasties on because the neckline of the dress was too low and tight that every ripple of any undergarment fabric would be visible. I looked hot, but I knew I also looked like I was Marco’s for the taking.
I hurried over to my closet again to see if I could find another dress to wear. I wanted to look pretty, but I didn’t want to look like I was completely naked under the dress. I picked up a short black dress and tried it on, but I didn’t like the way it fit me around the waist.
“Millie, you have five minutes to make a decision,” I muttered as I stared at the clock on my bedside table.
I took off the black dress and pulled the white dress back on again. I fluffed my curls and studied my face in the mirror. I’d gone light on the makeup, having spent most of my time highlighting my eyes with a shimmery gold eye shadow and black mascara and eyeliner. I grabbed a nude lipstick and applied it quickly, then debated between a pair of black heels and some white slingbacks. I went for the slingbacks. The heels made my legs look longer and slimmer, but they were also incredibly painful to walk and dance in, and tonight I wanted to make sure I was comfortable.
I sprayed some perfume on my wrists and the side of my neck and then sat on the bed to wait for Marco. My heart raced, not quite sure if I’d made the right decision agreeing to go out with him tonight. I’d been planning on never seeing him again, but when he’d apologized and made me laugh in the same text exchange, I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t allow myself the opportunity to see him one more time at least.
My phone beeped, and I saw that Marco was outside. I grabbed my handbag and flipped off the light, then headed downstairs to open the door. Fortunately, Talia wasn’t home because I would likely have scratched her eyes out if she’d tried to go for Marco again.
“Hi,” I said as I opened the door.
Marco looked me over with a huge grin on his face. “Why, hello there, sexy.” His eyes wandered up and down my body, and I swallowed hard as he let out a long whistle. “You look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
I studied him back. He was wearing a black shirt and black slacks, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. His dark hair was slicked back and his hazel eyes seemed to glow against his dark olive complexion. He was probably the most handsome man I’d ever seen in my life.
“All of a sudden, I feel like a girl on her way to prom,” I said and almost felt shy. “All I need are my parents to come out and take photos of us.”
“We should take a photo.” He grinned. “A selfie.”
“We don’t have to.” What was the point of taking a photo together? We had nothing to commemorate.
“No, I want to.” His eyes searched mine. “We can look back at it later and remember this night.”
“Um, okay.” I didn’t bother asking him when, exactly, we would be looking back at this moment. There was no point in asking stupid questions.
“Shall we take it inside or outside?”
“Let’s take it outside.” I wanted to get out of the house as quickly as possible before Talia got home.
“Okay.” He pulled me out of the doorway and pressed his lips down on mine and gave me a quick kiss. “Good to see you.”
I smiled as he held his phone in front of us and opened the camera app. He put his arm around my shoulder and we stared into the camera with awkward smiles. He took a few photos and then put his phone into his back pocket.
“Ready to go?”
“Yup.” I nodded, and we headed down the steps toward the street. “So where are we going?”
“I found a cool little bar that has a salsa night.” He smiled. “They have classes as well, so you can learn some moves.”
“And here I was thinking you were going to teach me,” I teased him.
“I will show you all my best moves, but I’m not the best teacher.” He grabbed my hand and I looked up at him in surprise. “It’s in walking distance, is it okay if we walk? It’s such a beautiful evening that I thought it would be nice.”
“Sure, that sounds lovely.” Thank God I hadn’t worn the high heels.
“So we’re going to show you some basic steps, and then we’ll rotate partners in a circle,” Maria, the dance instructor, informed us. “The women will rotate while the men stand stationary.”
I looked over at Marco who was frowning and tried to hide a smile. I’d received several flirty smiles from guys in the bar and I was looking forward to dancing. Marco and I had shared some nachos and margaritas before the class had started and I was feeling a slight buzz as the music started playing.
“Okay, so step forward, one, two, three, stop, back, five, six, seven.”
Maria was showing us the basic moves, and we all stepped in time to her beat. I laughed a couple of times as I got my feet confused, but soon I got into the rhythm of things. I looked over to watch Marco dancing, and I was impressed by his moves. I could tell that I wasn’t the only one because I could see Maria eyeing him like she wanted him to be her next partner, and I don’t mean dance partner.
“Okay, looking good everyone. Let’s get into a circle and start practicing with partners.” As soon as she said that, Marco grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.
“Ready to dance?”
His hands were warm as they squeezed mine. I wanted to lean forward to kiss him, but I stopped myself.
“I’m ready.” I grinned at him. “And it looks like I’m not the only one that wants to dance in your strong arms tonight.”
“So, you think I have strong arms?”
“No.”
“They’re strong enough to carry you across this room. I can show you if you like?”
“No, we should dance.”
“Follow my lead, Millie … slow down a bit, no need to rush it. Count it out loud if you need to.” He stepped back and forth and counted as we danced. “You see? You’re getting it.”
“One, two, three …” I said under my breath as we moved. Marco guided me back and forth and I found myself soon able to move to the beat of the music without counting the numbers out loud.
And then, just when I was starting to feel comfortable, Maria blew a whistle and we all had to switch partners. I moved to the left and looked over at my new partner, an older man with a potbelly and a lazy eye. I smiled at him to be nice and he beamed back at me.
“Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Jeff.”
“Millie.”
“Come here often? I haven’t seen you before.”
“This is my first time.”
“Oh, well, I can teach you.” He grabbed my hands and then looked me over. “I love that dress.” His eyes latched on to my breasts, and I immediately regretted my outfit decision. “I could teach you many things. I have a weakness for redheads.”
“That’s nice.” The smile was gone from my face. “We should dance.”
“Yes, let’s dance.” He started moving his feet back and forth, but his feet were clunky and he had no rhythm. I was happy when Maria blew her whistle again and we switched partners one more time. This time I was paired up with a handsome blond man with hair slightly too long for my liking.
“JJ.” He nodded.
“Millie.”
“I’m not that good.” He smiled ruefully. “It’s only my tenth time.”
“I’m not good either, it’s only my first time, so don’t worry.”
“Oh, good.” He ran his hands through his floppy golden hair. He reminded me slightly of a younger Brad Pitt. “You’re pretty.”
“Thanks,” I said, not really sure what else to say to him.
“That dress is hot.” He stared me up and down and then said, “Sorry for being so straightforward.”
“No worries,” I told him and as I looked to the right, I saw Marco glaring at me. I smiled at him sweetly and turned my attention back to JJ. “So what do you do?”
“I’m in tech, like everyone else in San Francisco. But I’m luckier than most other people.”
“Why is that?”
“Because they’re not getting to dance with you right now.” He pulled me into his arms and started doing some sort of slow dance with me. My breasts pressed against his chest and I could feel his hardness pressed against me.
“Wrong class, JJ,” Maria called out as I took a step back. “This is salsa, not tango.”
“I know.” He grinned and then winked at me. “Sorry, that was a bit forward of me.”
“Just a bit,” I said good-naturedly.
“I shouldn’t say this, but I think you’re enjoying my company as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your nipples,” he mouthed, and I glanced down. My nipples were clearly hard and visible through the front of my dress, even though I had my pasties on. I decided I would throw the dress away as soon as I got home. “Also, are you wearing any panties? When you spin around, I can see your ass through your dress.”
I didn’t respond to him and once again I was happy to hear the whistle being blown. I moved on to my next partner, a young Asian guy, and gave him a cautious smile. I really didn’t want another man hitting on me.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” He nodded. “I’m brand new, so I’m not a good leader.”
“Don’t worry. I’m new as well.”
“I still count out loud,” he said, looking down at the ground.
His hands were clammy, and he was awkward, but he was far better than my last two partners. At least he wasn’t staring at my breasts.
“Everyone, let’s take a short break. Feel free to grab a drink, and we’ll come back again in ten minutes,” Maria called out. Immediately, she walked over to Marco.
I looked away from them and stood there awkwardly. I didn’t want to watch Marco flirting with Maria. I was about to leave the bar when I felt Marco next to me, his arm sliding around my waist.
“Hey, how did it go?” He kissed the side of my hair.
“Awful, I suck.” I smiled up at him. “How was it with Maria?”
“Nothing happened with Maria. Want a drink?”
“Sure.” We walked over to the bar where a larger crowd had started to gather. Marco looked at me, his hazel eyes twinkling as he bent down to kiss my cheek. His hand slid to my hip and then farther back to my ass and I gasped as he squeezed it for a few seconds. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“I think you’re touching my ass in a room full of people.” I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. “People could see.”
“Let them see. They need to know you came with me.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Or do you want them to think that you’re theirs for the taking?”
“I’m not yours for the taking, either.”
“You don’t want to be, but I think you are.”
I could see why women found it hard to say no to him—shit, I was having a hard time saying no to him myself. He had this infectious nature to his personality and like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to it. To him.
“You don’t have to admit it to me,” he whispered, “but I think you enjoy being here with me. I think you have a good time when you’re with me.”
“I think you have a good time with me as well.”
“You’re not wrong there.” He lifted my hand up and twirled me around. “I have an amazing time with you.” I couldn’t stop the self-satisfied smile that hit my face at his words. “Hey, I’ll be right back. Bathroom break.” He squeezed my hand and then let go. “Feel free to order the drinks while I’m gone. I’ll have an old-fashioned.”
“Okay.” I watched as he walked to the back of the room and then turned around to try to make eye contact with the bartender.
“Hey, Millie.”
I turned at the sound of my name and saw JJ approaching me. I nodded my head in acknowledgment and turned back around. I wasn’t really interested in having another conversation with him right now. Just because he’d been better looking than the other guys I’d danced with didn’t mean he’d been nice.
“Hey, Millie,” he said again as he stopped next to me. I felt his hand on my lower back, and I frowned. Why did he think he could touch me?
“Hi, JJ.” I smiled stiffly, shooting a look at his arm that he chose to ignore.
“I really enjoyed dancing with you. I think you make me a better dancer.”
“I highly doubt that,” I said. “I’m not even a good dancer myself.”
“The way you moved in my arms was like mercury in a thermometer.”
“What do you mean?”
“You moved up against me and my temperature and cock rose as you got higher.” He smiled flirtatiously.
I just stared at him. “That makes no sense.” What was it with guys and stupid jokes?
“I mean, your body was rubbing up against me and my cock was getting harder. It was an analogy, girl.” He looked annoyed. “Didn’t you ever take English 101?”
“I did, and I passed. Did you?”
I cocked an eyebrow at him and turned away from him. It was men like him who made me think that Marco wasn’t that bad. Yes, he was a huge flirt and a player, but at least you knew what you were getting with him, and at least he was smooth. Not to mention, he was dynamite in bed.
I was about to say something to JJ that would make him leave when I felt a hand squeezing my ass. I looked around. Marco was behind me and he was glaring at JJ as he pulled me into his side.
“Miss me, babe?” He kissed me on the lips and then gave a death stare to JJ, who was now frowning.
“Hey.” I smiled as JJ looked over Marco, most probably trying to determine if he could take him on. “I haven’t had a chance to order the drinks yet.”
“Just place your perky boobs on the bar top, and I’m sure he’ll notice you,” JJ said. “Those nipples will get anyone’s attention.” He laughed and held up a hand for a high five to Marco. “Am I right or am I right?”
“I suggest you get out of here before I punch you,” Marco said coldly and then pulled me to the side of the room.
“So maybe no drink right now,” he said, pushing me back into a wall at the corner of the room. “I’m not really thirsty anymore, except for one thing.”
“Marco, I was thirsty, and you can’t just go around threatening to punch people.”
“You were okay with what that dick was saying?” he asked. “Did you want him to touch you?” His hand lightly grazed my breasts and I shivered as he kissed the side of my neck.
“Marco, you can’t do that. People can see.”
“No one can see.” He kissed my lips hard and pressed himself against me. “We’re in the darkest corner of the bar.”
“Marco …”
I moaned against his lips as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. We kissed passionately, my body pressed against his chest as I played with the silky strands of his hair. His right hand squeezed my breast and played with my nipple over the fabric of my dress and a strum of pleasure coursed through my body.
His fingers slipped into the top of my dress, then he bent his head to suck on my nipple. I moaned again, louder this time, and looked around to make sure that no one was watching us. Marco had been right. It was so dark in this corner that I could barely see the rest of the room.
“Do you have any panties on?” he whispered in my ear as he kissed the side of my neck.
“Yes,” I whispered back, blushing. “A thong.” I wasn’t sure why I’d added that piece of information.
“Take your panties off for me.” His hand slipped to my thighs and slid up.
“I can’t, Marco.”
“You can and you will.” He ran his hand up to my center and I knew he could feel how wet I was. He breathed in hard as his fingers ran along my slit and my body shuddered slightly. “Take your panties off.”
“Why?” I looked into his eyes and he grinned.
“You’ll see.” He kissed me again, hard, his finger rubbing my clit roughly, and I moved my body against him, trying to enjoy more of his touch. “Millie, please give me your panties.”
“Fine.” I quickly pulled them off and handed them to him.
“Good girl.” He took them from me and pushed them into his pocket. “You deserve a reward for that.” And he proceeded to kiss me again.
As his tongue slid into my mouth, I felt him slip a finger inside of me and I moaned as both his tongue and fingers invaded my body. My body buzzed as I stood there being pleasured by him, and I didn’t even care that anyone could come across us at any moment. I’d lost all sense of awareness of other people. I was on fire, and all I wanted was for him to continue doing what he was doing until I reached my sweet release.