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Author's note:  I do not read this email address carefully, if you want to
contact me do so at munster (at) remus (dot) rutgers (dot) edu.
Sorry for being annoying about it but this account nearly tripled its spam
receiving after I posted my last story.
This is an old story that was given a significant rewrite because being
older I had something else I wanted to say with it.

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				Stalkings
			  		By ElSol

	She did not know I watched her. It was better that way; more
meaningful. She knew me enough to say hello if she accidentally met me as
I was drawn in her wake. Living in a town of 40,000 has its conveniences.
People recognize each other so there is no surprise at meeting a familiar
pair of eyes, and if mine were always watching her she could dismiss it as
recognizing a face you could not put a name to yet.
	I watched her and thought that someday when she stopped dating the
pretty boy I would talk to her even if watching felt like it could be
enough for a long time.
	She lived across the street on the third floor of a brownstone. I
had not noticed her until I woke up early one morning. I was drinking a
cup of coffee hoping that the rare shot of caffeine would prepare me for a
9 am interview. I had decided to apply for a temporary teaching position
at the local community college. I have always been the nervous energy
before test time type so I woke up 2 hours early to quell the butterflies.
I did not need the job but teaching young writers helped spur my own
creativity.
	I took the cup to my window and stared out into the early morning.
There was nobody outside except garbage men. I thought about running
outside to give them my bag but it seemed more trouble than it was worth.
A flash of white caught my eye making me turn my head towards it. She was
bouncing in front of her television in white panties and a white sports
bra. Her just below the shoulder brown hair was in a pony tail and
bouncing to the rhythm of her movement.
	The brownstones around town usually had two twenty-four inch wide
windows with a 36 inch separation between them. Her building was
different: there was only one window taking up the space that other
buildings put the two in. My window was slightly above hers so I had an
undisturbed field of view into her entire living room.
	I watched her bounce, strain, and pump her way through her workout
with the unbridled enthusiasm of a early riser. My coffee was cold before
I took another sip. I discovered that energetic aerobics watching has some
of the same effects as caffeine.
	She finished her workout and moved deeper into her apartment. I
must have been avoiding the peeping urge because as I studied my view into
 I was amazed at the detail I could get into her apartment. I might have
been able to see into her apartment before but seeing her brought
everything into focus.
	I took a shower, changed into my interview clothes and walked to
stand just inside my building door. Misfortune had bought me the building
so I did not have to worry about anyone coming up behind me. My parents
died in one of those industrial accidents that everyone involved knew
would happen if the same equipment kept being used. The bean counters
thought the payout would be less than making a financially unsound
changes. My parents had been successful and because of their background
had led frugal lives. Their estate alone might have meant I only had to
work to keep myself busy. My uncle did not take his brother and
sister-in-law dying in a preventable accident well. My father had paid for
his law school and bought him a house as a graduation present so my uncle
had been allowed to follow his heart as a left wing crusader. The accident
changed that for the time it took him to make everyone involved pay for my
being orphaned and losing a big brother he had idolized. The companies
knew they were in trouble; we had the money to live well and the legal
help was motivated and free. They kept coming back to my uncle with larger
and larger settlements. I think he only stopped because he thought he
might be setting a bad example of greed for me.
	I used the second and third floor of the building for myself. My
uncle's daughter lived in the first floor apartment with her new husband.
They moved in because she did not want me to be alone.
	She came out of her building and I got lucky. She had parked her
car in front of my steps. I opened the door, walked down the steps and at
a brisk pace passed in front of her car just as she got to the door. One
quick hard look showed me what I wanted to see. Violently dark eyes, the
hair a light shade of honey brown instead of the dark brown I saw from my
apartment. She was about four inches shorter than me and her body was
lush. Very few women can be described as luscious; voluptuously
attractive.  She did not have the socially defined perfect body, but you
would not have been able to convince a teenage boy she was flawed. She was
short and each part that described her as a woman was straw on camel's
back. Her breasts were too big for her frame, hips were two inches too
wide, waist a bit too tiny, thighs to thick enough to squeeze the breath
from your body, lips ripe, it went on and on. She was not mother-earthly,
but she carried enough femininity to make pagans.
	I walked away from her before she turned to look at me. I wondered
at the speed my fascination had risen. I was more into the athletic than
the baby-making hips type.
	That was how it began.
	I would find myself crossing her path time and time again. I
bought her a drink as I left the restaurant she was just walking into.
Walking down the street on a Saturday morning and recognizing her from a
block and half away. We would pass close enough to each other for me to
smell her perfume. I spent a day finding that perfume. I liked to open the
bottle at night let the scent invade my bedroom. There was something of
her that mixed with the perfume but just the perfume was close enough.
	She went alone every two weeks to watch a movie and relax. I
understood; it was relaxing to sit behind her.
	There were now ritualistic goodnights at my window. She had her
own bedtime rituals and they became a part of mine.
	I woke up early on her aerobics days and had a cup of coffee by
the window. A fulltime writer does not like to get up early in the morning
but my eyes snapped opened on their own at the right time, every time. I
did not need the coffee but it was cold comfort.
	The worst was watching her with the pretty boy she dated. He was
why I kept my distance, or at least he was my excuse. He was her height,
thin and had shoulder-length blonde hair. I could almost feel the air of
ennui and disdain he worked so hard to exude. I wondered why she went out
with him. She overpowered his presence. From where I stood, she was too
much woman for him.
	The fifteenth night of my nighttime ritual was when I discovered
him. I had walked to the window to say goodnight. She was dancing with the
pretty boy and I burned myself with the coffee in surprise.
	She was swaying to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
	I watched the motion of her hips enthralled. He was not taking
advantage of the dance. A slow dance, alone in her apartment, the rhythm
seemed made to run your hands over her, to touch wherever she allowed, and
to hope that each pass convinced her to allow more of her to be explored.
	He did nothing.
	She was in charge. I wished I could wrestle with her for control
of her passion.
	It was the first time I thought of being with her.
	I smiled as he just let her push him down to the floor She started
a slow stripping of her clothing. I do not remember much of that first
time. I remember the movement of her hips, my heartbeat in my head. I
remember the heat from her, I could feel it through our windows and from
across the street.
	He killed me with not moving.
	He lay there passively as she straddled his hips. His hands should
have been on her nipples, on her hips, reaching around behind to grab her
full ass. She undid his pants, moved down his body while trailing pants
and nipping newly exposed skin.
	He lay there as if his pleasure were her job. He was not wearing
underwear, or maybe she pulled them down with the pants. She crawled up
until she had the alignment she wanted.
	She had to go to him!
	His hands did not come down to grab her hips and guide her in a
smooth transition into her body. I hated him in that moment for wasting
the opportunity she was.
	She reached between her legs and placed him carefully. Her head
rolled back in that slow sigh of passion that a woman uses if her mind
enjoys that moment when a part of you becomes a part of her.
	He did not move.
	She rotated her hips in punishing slow circles.
	I turned from the window and went to bed. I had my first 8 am
class at the community college. They had to be serious students if they
were taking a creative writing class that early so I wanted to be at my
best. Staying by the window would have done nothing but frustrate me more.
He was waste of heterosexuality and even the voyeuristic pleasure of
watching the object of your desire taking it was missing.
	I stared at the ceiling in my room playing the film of how it
should be. The slow roll of her head backwards, her mouth opening as a
small gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped. I imagined the motion, the
sound, but I was in her apartment underneath her. Beneath her for every
sharp intake of breath, for every squeezing of her pussy around me as she
got a step closer to her pleasure, for every scream as she peaked, for
every orgasm I could draw from her body with mine.
	He changed nothing.
	My bedroom stayed scented with her perfume. I had my cold coffee
by the window on the right mornings. I watched a movie every two weeks. I
ate in the same restaurants and she drank the same wine. I still whispered
goodnight.
	I left her their privacy.
	My family began to worry about me. I had isolated myself more than
ever and even the teaching position did nothing to relieve their fears. I
had been close to my father, and closer to my mother. I was old enough to
understand everything I had lost but still too young to be able to handle
it. My family could not help me; they were only slightly less devastated
than I had been. By the time they realized I had put up walls, they were
too strong to be taken down by someone on the outside. I had always made
the effort to playact involvement for them before. She changed that; I did
not feel the need to make believe if I had her in my life.
	My cousin tried to make everything better with a serious of ambush
dates. She would corner me in the hallway on my way to class or get her
husband to ask me to stop by for dinner that night. There would be a
different female that I had to entertain at the table to go with the food.
I never saw any of them past the dinner encounters, regardless of any
pleading on my cousin's part.
	It was five months after the first time I saw them having sex that
our realities collided.
	I had the writing flow going and was almost finished with a short
story for one of the best of science fiction collections. It was the first
time I had been asked and thought I could gain readers if I did it right.
I had written three books so far; one had critical acclaim and the other
two had my publisher doing good sales cartwheels. I had left class and
gone right to my writing desk. I stayed there finishing the outline and
half of the first draft before I realized I was late for the Friday
goodnight.
	I walked to the window expecting not to see her; the first time
that would have happened in months. I looked outside and was surprised to
see them standing in living room facing each other. Their stances said it
was a hostile conversation. He was yelling at her, backing her up, but I
could tell the explosion was coming. I would have turned away except as I
said goodnight she lost it. She was vibrant in her anger. She waved her
arms around and the same passion that awakened during the dance came alive
now. I could tell she was winning because his face was burning. He tried
to interrupt but she would not allow it. She pointed towards her door
obviously telling him to get out. I smiled at her knowing if he left she
would follow him outside to apologize.
	I do not know what caused it, what she might have said.
	He slapped her with the suddenness of a snake and with the same
intentions. She had not been expecting it so it turned her away. Her hand
came to the side of her face he slapped. She was obviously stunned. I
could hear his next words in my mind.
	"Fuck you, bitch!"
	He stalked out of her apartment.
	I was moving before I realized what was happening. I opened my
closet and grabbed a pair of work gloves I used while doing small repairs
on the building. I opened my door and raced down the steps. I knew where
he was going. The lizard part of my mind extracted the knowledge it needed
but did not allow the connections that would have made me doubt my
actions.
	I knew the path he would take to his home. I was half a block
behind him when I turned outside my building towards him. The measurements
were exact, every few feet I gained an inch on him. The chase was so
controlled he never noticed my approach.
	There was an thin alley two blocks from his house. It was off a
block that had shops that closed early in the evening. The lizard was
better at timing and planning than I could ever be. He felt the menace at
the last second and started to turn towards me. I grabbed the back of his
neck and put my other hand on the small of my back. I used the grip on his
neck to bend him down and with a running start shoved him into a garbage
dumpster. He tried to protect himself and got an arm up fast enough to not
be knocked unconscious. I had followed behind his body to catch the
bounce. He came off the dumpster, dropping away from it only to be met my
kick into the lower part of his ribcage. I gave him another kick higher up
on his body which forced him against the dumpster. I stopped for a second
and it was enough time for him to start to turn his head towards me. The
lizard part was still handling the planning and timing. He came into
position to look at me and at the same instant my fist crashed into him
turning his face towards the ground. I kicked him again to keep him
stunned. I picked him up by the belt of his pants and his shirt so that I
could shove him into the wall by the dumpster. This gave me enough room to
move to his other side. The lizard waited for him to start to get up,
before I kicked him in the same lower portion of his ribcage I had
assaulted on the other side. I kicked him high again but had to lift him
myself to punch this side of his face. He fell to the ground and I took
two steps back to give him time to recover. He lay on the ground and I
thought I heard sobs.
	I walked away from him without looking around to see if anyone had
seen me. I did not care either way; some deep part of me was satisfied
with what I had done. I had time to think about why I did it on the walk
back home. I could not explain it not then or even now. The beating had
been necessary for my world to remain cohesive. I am sure a psychologist
would have said something about repressed anger over my parents' death,
trying to live up to the vision I had of my father, or even something
about my possessive nature having not allowing him to hurt what was mine
without repercussion.
	He probably would have been right about all of that; again though,
my world could not maintain cohesiveness if I had allowed him that slap. I
could not stop it but I had not allowed it.
	I had left the door to my building open. I shook my head at how
little I had noticed on the way to the alley. I closed the door and
checked my mailbox. My cousin and I left them open since nobody else lived
with us. I dumped the junk mail in a garbage can by the door that had been
placed there for that reason.
	I walked slowly up the stairs thinking about giving her up. I did
not have to think about what any psychologist would have to say about
that. This was the right time to approach her and instead I was thinking
of not seeing her again.
	I moved into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I had sat
down at my writing desk before I noticed I was not alone. It was probably
because the lizard part of my brain had not gone completely to sleep; a
feeling made up of one part in five hundred thousand; a scent dissimilar
only to me from the scents coloring my bedroom. I did not smell her but my
body did.
	I walked to the front of the apartment with my lungs burning. She
was staring out my window down to the street. I walked to the back of my
sofa and put my hands on it. We stood there for a couple of minutes. She
watched nothing on the street below and I thought about everything I could
not say.
	She turned her face towards me and stared. Her features were too
strong for her to be just beautiful. She was still wearing the black dress
that she had put on for their usual Friday night date.
	"Your doors were open." she said softly. She leaned her head to
the side against the window frame and studied me.
	I nodded.
	"You saw didn't you?" she asked. Her voice was almost a whisper
but all of my senses were focused on her. I was bathing in the mixture of
her perfume and something else that called me.
	I nodded again. There was nothing to say about what had happened
to her except it should not have.
	She walked to the small table beside the door where I usually
dropped my things as I walked into the apartment. I had not been thinking
so the gloves had been placed on top. She picked them up and studied them
closely. She brought them to her face and inhaled their smell. I walked
over to her and pulled them gently from her hands. She looked at me
surprised. I gave her what I hoped was a gentle smile. She had seen the
blood that stained the gloves. I walked by her to open the closet door and
placed the gloves in their real home. She watched me over her shoulder.
She nodded what seemed like acceptance when I turned around from closing
the closet door.
	She walked around the living room touching the few things I owned.
It would have been an exaggeration to call my apartment spartan.  She
picked up the few things small enough to and studied them. She looked at
me after each item as if her study brought her closer to some truth about
me.
	I satisfied myself with watching her.
	She moved back to the window and sat on the windowsill leaning
against the glass. She tilted her head towards her shoulder and studied me
again. I did not feel uncomfortable.
	"So you like watching me in the mornings?" she asked straight
forward. I was surprised that there was no judgment in her voice only
curiosity.
	I moved so that I was closer to her on the wall near the door. I
put my hands behind me and leaned back on the wall. I looked at the
ceiling thinking about how to traverse the mine field in front of me. I
went with what felt right.
	"It's a reason to wake up that morning." I told her. She smiled at
me and I felt the lethargy of a cat stretching out its claws coming from
her.
	"I have to admit; it's a reason to get up and do my workout in the
morning too." She said watching for my reaction.
	I could not help but smile a little at that.
	"And at night, why do you watch me then?" she asked moving to the
side of the window that was closer to me.
	I looked at her feet and traveled my eyes up her body. She was
blushing when our eyes touched.
	"I like saying goodnight to you."
	"But you're not saying it to me." she pointed out.
	"Does he say goodnight to you?"
	I guess it was the wrong thing to say because her eyes flashed.
She moved around the apartment looking at the same things she had before.
I moved to her place at the window. It was different to watch while she
watched me.
	It was almost intimate.
	"I see you around town a lot." she said trying a different avenue
of approach.
	I nodded.
	"Some people would think bad things about you as much as I see you
around town." she said.
	"I could move away if you asked me to."
	"I couldn't ask anyone to do that over a few glasses of wine." she
dismissed the suggestion gently. She had circled the apartment until she
could take my position by the wall. She leaned her head against the wall
and continued her study of me.
	"I would just like.." she hesitated mid-sentence and closed her
eyes in thought.
	"I would just like to see you less." she continued.
	"I would move away if you asked me to."
	Her eyes widened as her head came down to meet my eyes. We stood
there for a pair of silent minutes as she tried to take meaning from my
statement.
	"That's his blood on the gloves."
	"Deserved." I told her turning to look out the window and into her
apartment.
	She moved to stand beside me.
	"Have you watched us also?" she turned her face to look up at me
as she asked.
 	"Once." I admitted. I turned my face to look down at her.
	"He wasn't very exciting." I continued.
	"You were hoping for him to be exciting." she arched an eyebrow in
a moment of humor.
	"I imagine it's hard to burn against wet wood."
	She laughed suddenly and moved away from me to circle the room
again. She seemed lighter all of a sudden as if I had confirmed a
suspicion of hers.
	"Well, David." she said, "I was expecting to go out tonight so I
think it's your duty to substitute for the foolish."
	She turned to look at me as I stared at her. She did the tilt her
head to side thing before she started giggling.
	"You don't even know my name, do you?" she said swallowing giggles
between the words.
	"It hasn't mattered until now."
	"Oh and it matters now?" she asked archly.
	"You just asked me out so I figure that has to put us on a first
name basis."
	She nodded her head.
	"Dacia" she said.
	"Thank you." I replied.
	"It was the least I could do considering you're buying me a VERY
expensive dinner." she raised an eyebrow to see if I would say anything to
that. I kept looking at her.
	"I mean all that working out has to let me do a little splurging."
	I shook my head.
	"No?" she asked with her brow furrowing cutely.
	"I was thinking more along the line of dancing."
	"Hmmm." she made it a throaty sound almost of satisfaction. "You
do know how to get to a woman's heart."
	"I don't need a woman's heart." I said.
	The eyebrow went up again.
	"I want yours." I continued. "He can settle for 'A' woman's
heart."
	"Careful..." she said her voicing dropping as she came close to
me. "A woman takes those kind of words very much like a commitment."
	She was standing close enough that I could feel the heat coming
off her body. I looked away and moved from the window. She leaned against
the window and licked her upper lip; not across but up and down.
	I smiled at her; she arched the eyebrow and tilted her head. I
felt special.
	"I'm deeply committed to getting up early in the morning and
whispering goodnight through my window."
	She put her hands on the windowsill and arched her chest towards
me. It was a subconscious motion as she turned her head to look away from
me.
	"Is that all you want?" she asked turning her head to look at me
again.
	"If that was all I wanted I WOULD buy you a very expensive dinner
tonight."
	"So dancing means something to you?" she started to move towards
me again. I allowed the heat to drift me towards the sofa and placed it
between us. She gave me a smiling pout as we stood with it between us.
	"Dancing means something to you and you might mean something to
me." I replied.
	"You know something. You throw those words around like they were
nothing." she came close to snapping at me.
	"You know something. I've never thrown those words around before."
I said meeting her eyes.
	"You're almost making promises here."
	"No. A promise is 'he's never going to do that to you again." I
said motioning with my head to cheek he had slapped.
	Her hand came up to touch her face. I was around the sofa before I
realized I had moved. She looked up at me as I pulled her hand away with
mine and stroked her face with my other hand.
	"I'm not making any promises about me, Dacia."
	"Don't you think you're moving a little too fast." she whispered
as she turned her face just a touch to stroke my fingers with her skin.
	"Should I move away?"
	She sniffed.
	"Not before you take me dancing."
	I stepped away from her heat and dropped my arms to my side.
	"I have to finish something I'm writing first."
	"For your students?" she asked and then realized she revealed she
knew more about me than she might have wanted me to know. I smiled at her
slip.
	"For a short story I was asked to write."
	"A real writer?"
	"Science fiction so in the eyes of a lot of people, no." I
explained.
	"My little brother would disagree. Would I impress him if I said
you'd taken me dancing."
	"Hmm.. so I might have someone on my side, huh?"
	"I don't know. He worships me. He probably would want to beat you
up a little."
	"I don't know, something tells me he'll be happy enough to let
this one slide just so that he doesn't have to play nice with your ex."
	"You're making a lot of assumptions here, David." she warned me.
	"He's not your ex?" I asked quietly.
	Her eyes froze at the tone of my voice.
	"You do that very well." she said finally moving away from me.
	"What?"
	"Chill the room."
	"He is your ex."
	"I didn't say it wasn't a safe assumption, I just don't want you
to make too many concerning me." she looked at me searching for something.
	"The only assumptions I've made are; he's your ex and I'm a better
dancer than you are." I turned away and walked into the kitchen to offer
her a drink. I smiled as I heard her annoyed steps behind me.
	"Excuse me, who's a better dancer?"
	"I'm going to be an hour with my short." I said looking into the
refrigerator at what whites I had.
	"Red." she said to get me to look at her.
	I closed the door and opened a cabinet door that contained a small
wine rack. I studied her for a minute and pulled out a Beaujolais. I got a
wine opener out of a drawer and smiled at her.
	"What is this about you being a better dancer?" she crossed her
arms in front of her chest. I opened the bottle and pulled a decanter out
of a cabinet along with a couple of glasses. I poured the wine into the
decanter and motioned with my head for her to follow. She did with that
slightly annoyed clicking of her heels on the floor.
	I felt her slow down behind me as she took the opportunity to open
doors and look into rooms. I walked into my library and put the decanter
on the coffee table. I almost laughed that it took her ten minutes to
satisfy her initial curiosity about the rest of the apartment. I wondered
what she would do if I told her there was an upstairs.
	She walked in and her eyebrow just asked me for to say something.
I poured two glasses and handed her one. She took a sip while looking at
me over the glass.
	"So what is this about being a better dancer."
	I shrugged.
	"I've seen you dance, remember."
	"So you think I'm not a good dancer."
	"I didn't say that you weren't good." I corrected her, " I said I
was a lot better."
	"A lot better?!"
	"Look, Dacia. It's going to take me an hour to finish what I'm
doing here. Then I'll show you, okay?" I said calmly but I could barely
contain the smile on my face.
	She huffed herself into the chair and scrunched her eyes at me in
an attempt to look mean. She could also not keep the humor from her face.  
I watched her get comfortable in the chair and thought she looked in my
apartment.
	I put the glass by my computer and went back to work. I had
trained myself in focusing while writing by allowing only one thing to
break my concentration in any sitting. I chose sipping from the glass for
this particular session.
	The first sip, she was watching me intently. Our eyes touched in a
way that was only us touching. The second sip, she was staring out the
window thinking about something intently. I hoped it was solidifying her
decision to dump the pretty boy. The third sip, she was refilling her
glass. Almost her body moving was too much for me to concentrate on my
story again. The fourth sip, she was staring at the table while her
fingernail tapped on her wineglass.
	I saved my work and archived the version of the story before I
shut my machine down. She was watching me again and smiled as I got up.
She flowed out of her chair and I could tell by her smile the wine and the
hour of silence had relaxed her. I told her I needed to change and she
walked in front of me to my bedroom. She sat down on the bed, leaned back
on one hand and took a sip from her glass. She looked at me when I looked
the obvious question at her.
	"You got to watch me." she said in way of explanation. I smiled
and her boldness but had to admit to myself it was only fair. I looked
into my closet and chose a black silk shirt to go with some black slacks.
	She moved beside as I finished dressing and brushed at some
imaginary dust on my shoulder. I looked down at her and our eyes met. We
froze looking at each other.
	I took her hand leading her to the living room. I picked up my
wallet and keys. I walked us outside and to my car. I drove us to the
club.
	"I love this club." she told me as we pulled into the parking
area, "But we can't get in on a Friday night. Look at the line."
	The line was fairly long and would not have been worth waiting on
if I did not know I could get in.
	"I like the name 'My Father's Club'." she continued, "It sounds
like it has meaning."
	I nodded as I slid into the tow away zone behind the club. She
looked at the signs and then back at me. She shrugged to herself.
	I got out of the car and walked around to her end. She did the
feminine turn of her legs and standing up when I opened the door for her.
She had all the feminine wiles so we were only inches from each other and
even in the cool night the heat from her body warmed me.
	"We're not going to get in David." she told me as I took her hand
and led her towards the front.
	I stopped and turned towards her.
	"Why did you come to my apartment tonight?" I asked her.
	She looked at me.
	"I never felt like you were watching me. It like you were watching
over me. I felt safe."
	I nodded.
	"I needed to feel safer tonight." she said looking at me.
	"So trust me." I said to her. She looked at me and touched her
cheek. She smiled and nodded at me.
	I walked to the front of the line. The guy at the door smiled at
me and opened the door for us. The people at the front of the line started
to grumble about that. He turned to give them that look that said the line
would freeze until they left if anybody said anything else.
	I could feel Dacia looking at me when I moved to the tables in the
upstairs part of the club. One of the hostesses removed a reserved sign
from a table that overlooked the dance floor. It was swing night so there
was a lot of lively action on the floor. The band seemed to be very good
at getting people moving. The waitress was by the table by the time we sat
down and asked Dacia what she wanted.
	Dacia looked impressed when the waitress did not have to ask for
my drink but seemed to get exactly what I wanted.
	"Do you come here a lot?" she asked me. The upstairs had been
designed to buffer against the sound on the first floor so we only had to
speak louder and be facing each other to be heard.
	I shrugged and watched as Michael came towards us. I got up to
shake his hand and he looked at Dacia expectantly.
	"This is Dacia. Dacia, this is Michael the club manager." I
introduced hoping Michael would catch the hint and make himself scarce.
	Dacia seemed impressed with Michael kissing her hand. Michael had
questions in his eyes when he turned to look at me but kept them firmly in
check. He turned back to Dacia and told her to have fun tonight. He walked
away and I felt more relaxed.
	"That's you can get in here. You know people."
	I nodded. It was true that I knew people.
	"So when are we going to dance?" she asked me.
	"Finish your drink." I told her. "You need to be a little more
relax if you even want to hope to keep up with me."
	She gave me the evil eye but settled into her drink while watching
the dancers on the floor. I watched her again struck by how right she
looked with me.
	We made small talk while she finished her drink slowly. Finally,
she pointed the open end of the glass to show me it was empty. I smiled
and got up with her.
	We walked to the dance floor and she learned that while she might
not believe I was a better dancer I was definitely a better swing dancer.
She had fun as I kept the dancing basic and she let me lead. If she had
been trained she would have known how much better I was because I lead her
effortlessly. She had the natural rhythm but it can still be difficult to
spin someone who has never done it before. It took three songs before they
played a slow one. She was laughing as she moved into my arms. Halfway
through the song, she put her cheek on my shoulder and let the music takes
us away. The band broke out into a fast song again and I kept her out
there for a half hour. She could have been very good and there was a joy
to her steps that was contagious. The band broke out into another slow
song and we spent it looking at each other. Our faces came closer as the
song progressed until our lips were touched and not touched for the last
seconds of the song. I wanted to kiss her but it seemed so much more to be
touching lips together.
	She led me away from the floor and back to the table. The waitress
came over and Dacia changed her order to a pitcher of ice water. I asked
for some of the appetizers. The club had just enough food to make sure
people did not have to leave but was not a full-fledged restaurant.
	Dacia was having fun telling me how I actually was not THAT much
better than her and it would only take some practice before I would be
left in the dust. Her face was so excited that I satisfied myself with
watching her as she kept talking. The waitress dropped the food off and as
I looked up I knew I was in trouble.
	Gloria was talking to Michael and looking over at Dacia and
myself. Gloria was by most standards an amazonian redhead. She was as tall
as I was and built thickly. She had a brutal workout regimen that kept her
natural size looking healthy. Gloria had also been hunting me for as long
as I could remember.
	People got out of her way when she focused on us and moved towards
the table. I sat back and braced myself. Dacia must have noticed because
she turned around and immediately noticed Gloria. She was just noticeable
in any crowd. I was surprised by Dacia's sharp intake of breath. Gloria
grabbed a chair from a table as she passed and put it down by our table.
She sat down and studied Dacia who tilted her head in her own study of
Gloria.
	"Hello, I'm Gloria."
	"Hello Gloria, I'm Dacia." she replied while putting her hand out.
	"What are you doing with my man?" Gloria asked as she shook the
offered hand.
	"Gloria." I said quietly. Both ladies turned to look at me.
	"He does that so well." Dacia told Gloria who only nodded having
never heard me speak to her like that before. I had known Gloria since
grammar school and the only time she had not lived within a mile of me was
when we went to different colleges.
	"He did me a favor tonight." Dacia answered Gloria's original
question.
	"Do you mind if I dance with him?" Gloria asked.
	"He is YOUR man." Dacia replied. They looked at each other
communicating between them about me but what was said I could not figure
out. Finally, Gloria nodded and took my hand.
	Gloria had been volunteered as my partner after my original
partner had moved away soon after my parents' death. My family wanted me
to maintain some continuity. Gloria had probably wanted to make sure that
Dacia understood that we had history. It was obvious on the dance floor.
People gave us plenty of space to do our thing. Gloria love swing and she
was a great follower. Most of our dancing was a little canned from the
sets we practiced at our dance classes; there was more of an air of
freedom to our movements tonight though. For the first time, I felt the
heat from Gloria's body in the same way I felt Dacia's. She was laughing
as we moved through some complex spins and our bodies touched. We ended
the dance with her legs straddling my thigh and our lips inches away. I
led her back to the table laughing as her excitement swamped me.
	She sat down and smiled at Dacia.
	"He's never danced like that with me before." she told Dacia. The
communication started between them again. It was almost electric.
	They talked to each other ignoring me so I watched the dance
floor. Finally, Gloria stood up and whispered something in Dacia's ear.
They both turned to give me identical mysterious looks. They turned to
face each other and froze. They were inches apart and the electricity
between them returned. I held my breath as their lips aligned almost
naturally. They each gave a little shake and separated by inches. They
kept looking at each other. They broke out into laughter suddenly.
	Gloria kissed my cheek and waved to Dacia as she walked away from
us. Dacia's eyes followed her.
	"She's very beautiful." she said. Her tone made think it was
better not to say anything.
	"You really are a lot better than me." she said looking back at
me.
	"My father met my mother in a club that sat right here." I told
her. "My mom said he swept her off her feet. My dad wanted me to learn how
to dance because if it was good enough to get him his perfect woman..."
	I shrugged as I thought about them.
	"So you had an unfair advantage." she teased me.
	I smiled at her.
	I watched Gloria pick up her summer jacket and look towards us on
our way out. Dacia turned around in her chair to see where my eyes were.
Gloria looked from me to her. They stared at each other for about 15
seconds before Gloria broke out into a big smile and waved goodbye.
	"So let's get to work on becoming better partners." Dacia said
when she turned back to me.
	"Excuse me?" I replied confused.
	Her smile was wicked as she tried to look into me to get to what I
had been thinking about. My thoughts had traveled at the hesitant leaning
towards each other they had done.
	"You make me feel that safe."
	I looked at her and her smile became seductive. I got up to take
her back to the dance floor. My mother had been like that; all knowing
when it came to what my father and I were thinking.
	Almost it scared me, but she made me feel that safe.
	The rest of the night was teaching her to allow me to lead now
that she knew I was. We were interrupted by other dancers who wanted to
trade dance partners. We danced until Michael kicked us out so the staff
could get out on time. She asked me to the diner. We both had small salads
and talked to hold off the next step as long as possible.
	We were both quiet drive to our apartments. I got lucky with a
parking spot in front of her building. We sat in the car for a minute
without saying anything. I decided I was as well make believe I knew what
I was doing and got out to open her door. Her motion out of the car was
even more feminine than at the club. She had made up her mind and stepped
into me for our first kiss.
	Her mouth crashed into me.
	It did not of course but that is how it felt to me. I could
breathe her; it was only that the part of her that mixed with her perfume
was more noticeable as our lips interlocked. It was almost too much for
me; the feel of her lips, her scent, her arms moving to wrap around my
waist, the pressure of my body touching hers, the taste of her. I was lost
as I pushed her into the car and concentrating on one thing, her mouth on
mine. It was a lost battle the moment her tongue came searching for a
taste of me. I touched her tongue with mine and I felt electric. I broke
the kiss off to hold on to a piece of myself.
	She looked at me and her eyes hungered.
	"Wanna go start another bottle of wine?" I forced out as soon as I
could break her eye contact. I looked back at her and she gave me a
languid smile that said a lot that I wanted to hear.
	I took her hand and guided her around the door so I could close
it. We walked to my building each wrapped up in our own thoughts.
	She pulled me down the couch on top of her as soon as she was sure
of her landing. It took me by surprise and I was drowning in the taste of
her before I knew what was happening.
	She knew she was pulling out the last string holding my control
together. I rubbed myself into her stomach and she pushed herself onto me
to give me more pressure.
	I went crazy and she rode a willing shotgun.
	I pulled her up from the couch, put one arm under knees and the
other under her upper back. She cradled her head into my neck and bit me
hard.
	I carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. I put my
face into her neck and bit her gently in the exact spot she bit me. She
pulled up her dress to her waist and wrap her legs around me. I went with
a good thing and kept the dress's trip going so that I could pull it off
her body.
	My first thought was that she was not wearing a bra and how could
her tits possibly have stayed that high without support. My body told my
mind to shut the fuck up and throw the dress aside. I looked down at her
and realized I had never hungered because my mouth watered to taste her
erect nipples. I took too long in thinking so she took matters into her
own hands. She grabbed my shirt in both hands close to the neck and popped
the buttons. She pulled herself up by my neck and put her teeth on my
chest. She ran them down my torso pulling me down to lean over her head.
She ended by licking around my bellybutton, down to the waist of my pants
and then along it.
	I died in those moments.
	She opened the belt and my pants. She reached inside pulled me out
and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucked it while licking
the opening at the tip.
	I thought before had been too much but this was even more.
	She let me go and signaled impatiently by pulling on my pants. I
rolled to her side and nearly ripped them as I pushed everything from my
lower body. She let me clear them and then rolled on top of me tongue
first onto the base of my dick. She grabbed me at the top, rubbed her
fingers along the crown while licking the base where my ballsack met my
dick. She licked her way down to my testicles and took one into her mouth
gently.
	I groaned as my hips moved involuntarily towards her. She had
taken over the reins into ride to insanity. She took my other testicle
into her mouth and stroked her hand down my dick. I felt like I had never
been hard, like this was my first erection with need.
	She licked me from my testicles, up the bottom of my dick until
she circling the most sensitive part of my head with hard pressure from
her tongue.
	"Fuck!" I could not help making it almost a scream. She took the
head of my dick into her mouth and sucked it while stroking my dick with
her hand. Her other hand came up to massage my testicles and the circle
was complete focusing on my genitals.
	My body felt like it was in the middle of a great orgasm. My upper
chest itch, the hair in the back of my neck was sensitized, my toes were
curled, I had fistfuls of blankets, my hips were pushing up into her, I
could not breathe, and my eyes were squeezed shut so hard there were
explosions of color behind my eyelids.
	"Dacia!"
	She knew what I was asking for so she let me go and put her hands
on my thighs. She lifted herself up to look at me. I waited for my senses
to stop reeling and my body to return from the abyss. I looked down at
her. She held my eyes as she moved down to lick me from my base to the tip
where she held her tongue on the opening giving it light strokes.
	She crawled up my body making sure that she did while rubbing her
skin along my dick. Her lips touched mine gently and she took my lower lip
between her teeth. I put my hands on both sides of her face and kissed her
as deeply as I had ever kissed anyone in my life.
	She was the one to break the contact this time. She stared into my
eyes for a long time.
	"You know I came up here for a revenge fuck." she said almost in
apology.
	I kissed her deeply again. I tried to take some of her essence
into me from her mouth to have something of hers to keep. She broke the
kiss again to look at me.
	"There's nothing I can say to that Dacia except he can't have you
back." I replied. "And not because he slapped you."
	She smiled at me in a way that told me it was close enough to what
she wanted to hear. She moved her face back to kiss me and rubbed my dick
with her tummy. I did what I had been wanting to do for a long time. I
wrapped my arms around her and grabbed two handfuls of her ass. I squeezed
her butt cheeks hard and kissed her just as hard. She gasped into my mouth
at the increase in intensity and pushed herself back into my hands. I had
been waiting a long time so I took my time exploring her ass as I
continued to kiss her. I grabbed her panties and pushed them towards her
the valley between her asscheeks so that I could touch more flesh. She
pulled out of the kiss to give me her neck. I explored both end of her
body; one with my hands and the other with my mouth. I put my hands
underneath her panties and ran my fingers between her asscheeks. She hit
her wall and pulled up completely. She pushed her panties off her body and
moved so that she was straddling my hips.
	I pushed her up closer to me so that I could take a nipple into my
mouth. She groaned as I moved one hand underneath her to run along her
pussy lips, the other hand I used to stroke skin between her asscheeks
again. She was wet so I focused on her pussy. I moved my top hand so I
could touch her lips and focused my bottom hand on her clit. My lips and
tongues were loving the feel of breasts. I could feel her get closer to
orgasm as I penetrated her with a finger. I sucked the very tip of her
nipple and played my tongue on it. I pushed the finger deeper inside her
and increased the pressure on her clit as I rubbed circles on it.
	"OH FUCK!" was the last thing I heard before I was crushed by her
pushing her weight down on me, grabbing my neck and pulling me up. Her
hips gyrated wildly so I took the hint and finger fucked her while rubbing
her clit hard. She screamed again as I started running out of air but
could not seem to care. Her entire body tense and heat poured from her
body. She yelled my name in release as she pushed over the edge. She came
hard and immediately tried to get away from me. I clamped down on her by
pulling up by the finger I had inside her. I latched on to a breast . I
kept her legs apart with my thighs and opened her lips to give me direct
access to her clit. I stimulated it directly with the tip of my finger
with gentle but quick circles.
	"David, no!"
	"David, NO!"
	"DAVID, NO!"
	"OH God!"
	I forced the orgasm on her sensitized body and she tried
desperately to get away until her entire body flooded with sensation. She
did not tense this time instead lost control of her extremities. She was
murmuring sounds of pleasure into my ear. I felt her recover and relax on
top of me. She felt like warm liquid as her body surrendered to the
aftermath of what had happened to it.
	She flowed downward so that she could kiss me but stopped when my
hard dick unerringly found the opening to her pussy.
	"Please tell me you have protection." she said looking at me while
catching the tip of my dick between her lips. She rotated her hips to play
it deeper inside of her and to stimulate my nerve endings.
	"If you don't stop that we're not going to need it."
	"Is it too much for you?" she purred. She dipped her hips and took
me in until the slightest push would seat my head inside her. I snorted
air in and out of my lungs trying to control my need to fuck into her.
	"Please Dacia, I have push into you if you keep doing that." I
told her pleadingly. She stared into my eyes when they opened pushing her
hips down ounces of pressure away from seating my dickhead inside of her.
	"Where is it?" she asked me.
	"Drawer." I said motioning my head towards a nightstand by my bed.
	She wrapped her legs under my thighs and pulled at me as she
turned her body. I followed her so that I ended up on top of her in
missionary position. The change in positions had gotten us closer to the
stand. I reached over to open the drawer and her hand moved down to stroke
my dick. She moved her other hand and used both of them to stroke me from
my base to my head.
	I pulled the opened box and sat on my heels. This gave her more
access to stroke me. My hands were too nervous so I had problems opening
the box. She moved my dick down as soon as I got a condom package out and
dropped the box by our side. I moved to lean over her and she dragged the
head of my dick up and down her pussylips while stroking me.
	I opened the package and she took the condom out of my hand. I
watched as she smiled at me while placing it on the tip of my dick. She
rolled it down smoothly helped by how hard I was to be inside her. She put
one hand behind my neck and pulled me towards her. She guided my dick to
her entrance and held it so I could push through her hand into her pussy.
She was hot, tight even through the condom. I dreamt of how wonderful it
would feel to feel her with not interference. I pushed into her solidly.
She tightened her hand on my neck and her hips moved in reaction to my
invasion. I stopped to look at her.
	"No, please David. It's exactly what I need." she begged me moving
her hand on my dick to my hip to try to pull me into her.
	I continued my invasion into her pussy with my dick until I had no
more to give her. It was her turn to give so I grabbed her legs beneath
her knees and brought them up so that her knees were beside her breasts.
She gasped as it deepened the penetration. I pulled my hips back put
weight on to her legs and pounded solidly into her.
	"Aaar!" she screamed as I planted myself inside of her through the
tightness of her body. I smiled at her reaction; of course this woman
would love this.
	I pulled back and pounded hard into her again. She convulsed from
her hips upwards in reaction to me. I knew that she was close. I let
myself go knowing she would get there before I would which would allow me
to stop. I let my hips dictate the pace of moving out and into her with
hard, fast, full strokes. Both her hands moved to my stomach as I fucked
her how her body needed me to. She screamed, groaned, moaned almost all at
the same time as she got closer to orgasm.
	I felt it before she did. Her pussy opened up for me for two
strokes to allow me to power into her before it clamped down to prevent
any motion. I had never felt such pressure on my dick but kept moving in
and out of with if not with as much force. It made no difference to her.
Her body flowered in orgasm. Her hands fell to her side to grasp fistfuls
of the bedding. Her hips came up and pushed towards me hoping that I would
hesitate at the bottom of her well, she screamed release into the my
bedroom air, her upper body flushed with the blood flow. I watched in awe
having wanting to see her exactly like this for so long. My body was on
autopilot and held me deep inside her to give me the pleasure of her body
squeezing me while she came and to stop me from coming myself.
	She pulled me down with both hands around my head. She kissed me
as if her life depended on giving me her soul through her lips. Her hips
moved to entice me to release myself inside of her.
	"Is your turn baby?" she whispered to me as she ran her fingers
through my hair. It was not because she wanted it to end but I felt like
she needed me to cum as much as I wanted to.
	I pulled up to look into her eyes. She let me into her through
them telling me no matter what this would not be the last time so I did
not have to keep trying. We both needed the pressure to come of as only my
coming could give us.
	I kissed her and moved my hands underneath her to grab two
handfuls of her asscheeks. She propped her legs up as high as she could on
my body to give me what depth she could. We kissed as I pumped in and out
of her in short, fast strokes. They were not as pleasurable as running
myself in and out of her for what my length would allow but it was all I
had the mental energy for. I moved from her lips and put my face in the
hollow of her neck. She whispered to me; I do not know what she said but
it was a comfort as my orgasm built. She began to squeeze me with her
pussy which only quickened the approach of my release. I sucked where her
neck joined her shoulder knowing it would a mark but wanting to mark her
even if only temporarily. It was all too much and over too quick for me. I
pulled out as far as I could and thrust into her one last time. She knew
what it meant and at the bottom of the stroke as I hesitated waiting for
the last bit of stimulation she gave it to me by squeezing and releasing
me.
	Squeezing and releasing me.
	I felt just inside my ass; the ting of pressure being released. I
felt my balls relax as lava flowed from them up my dick only to be
captured by plastic. I pushed into her hard as my body fought the
entrapment of my seed; the prevention of us being joined as her body
accepted me. She marked me herself by sucking in the same place I had made
her mine temporarily. She kept squeezing and releasing me milking what she
could through the plastic even if it was futile because of it.
	I collapsed on top of her. She whispered to me as she stroked her
hands up and down my back. I still could not separate what she was saying
into distinct words. They brought me back down to reality slowly though. I
tried to move to her side but she gripped my body with her legs and her
arms to keep me in place.
	"Stay here." she said. "Please just a little longer."
	I had been trying to be considerate. I did what I really wanted to
do and kissed her as I relaxed my weight on top of her. She moaned in
reaction to the weight pushing her into the bed.
	It was my slipping out of her and the condom getting uncomfortable
that made me move. I pulled away from her and removed the condom. I moved
to toss it into the garbage by the bed.
	She caught me by surprise as she spun on the bed so that her head
was by my crotch. The first lick was an even bigger surprise.
	She smiled up at me with my dick in her mouth and wiggled her
eyebrows at me.
	I smiled down at her in the expectation of the best night of life
soon to be followed by the best night of life without condoms.

	I was downstairs looking at the mail when my cousin opened the
door to her apartment. I had dropped hers on the table and was sorting
through mine for what I could just dump.
	I knew I was in trouble when I saw her smiling at me.
	"A little bird told me you took a very sexy young lady to your
father's club last night."
	"Michael should learn to keep his mouth shut." I replied coming
close to laughter.
	"I heard that!!" Michael yelled from inside their apartment. "She
tortured me and told me that the club could not continue to afford my
salary if I didn't talk."
	I did laugh at that. Michael had been a great part of the reason
the club was successful and as my financial manager my cousin could never
make that threat seriously.
	My cousin's eyes widened at my laughter. Any questions she might
have asked were stopped as Dacia came down the steps. We looked up the
stairs at her. She was carrying everything she had worn the night before
and was wearing an old pair of my sweatpants, one of my college
sweatshirts, a baseball cap and my slippers. She smiled at my cousin when
she saw her. She did not even hesitate to come to me and push me against
the table with her body. She turned her face up lips jutting towards me
for a kiss. We kissed gently, reacquainting ourselves with had become very
familiar between us the night before.
	She buried her face in my chest and inhaled me. She seemed as
fascinated by my scent as I was with her. She turned to look at my cousin.
I could feel her smile on my skin.
	"Hi, Shelly."
	"Hey, Dacia." was all my cousin could come up with.
	"I'm going to go shower." Dacia told me as she turned to leave
waving at my cousin. She turned around in the middle of the street to
watch and wave at me as she headed to her building.
	"You know she wants you to follow right David?" my cousin asked.
	I nodded.
	"I have more important things to do though."
	"What's more important than her, right now?"
	"Do you have the number of the head doctor you and Uncle Roger
want me to see?" I asked without turning around. I knew her eyes would be
tearing so I gave her the privacy she needed.
	"I won't be a reason I lose her." I said to her, to Dacia, to
myself.

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