Dance Lesson

The next night, I find myself in the back of an Uber with Shar. Before our lesson, we decided to have dinner out at a restaurant. I couldn't really afford it, but Shar apparently can, and I could do with a nice meal. As we wait for our food to arrive, Shar asks "So, guess we ought to address the elephant in the room?"

"I guess." I reply.

"So?"

"Well, I think we shouldn't do anything alone. The other person has to be there for anything outside the relationship."

"Okay." Shar nods. "That's fair."

"And I'm still not sure about other men."

"Okay." Shar gives another nod. A slower one. One that speaks of hesitation and uncertainty rather than the confidence I'm used to with her.

"Something wrong?" I raise an eyebrow.

"No. Just don't want to rule it out completely."

"I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that I want more time to think about."

"Okay. I suppose that's fair. Anything else?"

"Uh... I don't think so. What about you?"

A devious little smile lights up her face. "What about getting back into the business?"

"I mean, it breaks the first rule we just made, but... I could do with the extra money."

"Well, I'm okay for you to continue if you really need to. I mean, if you want to."

I nod. "Okay."

That's when our meal arrives. After eating, Shar pays, reminding me again of my struggles with finding a job. Next, we head towards Rosa's studio. I still can't help but linger over what happened between me and my last customer before deciding to go on hiatus. Hell, I'm surprised she's even inviting us back after last week's drama. Part of me had an inkling that Shar wants a front-row seat to an encore performance, but I'm still not sure I'm up for it. I know on the weekend I gave Shar an inch, and now I'm wondering if she'll try to take a mile.

As our Uber heads towards the dance studio, I remain silent, and so does Shar. Once our Uber pulls up, Shar leads me into Rosa's studio. Inside is Rosa and three other couples ready to learn. I have a feeling Shar is sizing them up, wondering if she wants to share with them. They are all a bit older than us, but admittedly their dance lessons seem to be keeping them in shape.

In spite of my previous encounter, Rosa smiles at me and welcomes us. The lesson soon begins, but I find myself struggling as I did during my first dance lesson. It didn't help that I can't get past last week. At least Shar seems to be having a good time. I try to focus on that fact more than anything else. Sure, I might be making a fool of myself, but even a fool can be entertaining.

Then again, there is another perk, that being the fact I often find myself pressed against Shar and her massive rack. Even better, I'm sure those massive mounds will be in my hands by the end of the night. Such thoughts had me pitching a tent pole in my pants. I couldn't help but notice the female half of the couple next to me kept glancing at me.

She's older than me. Probably around Rosa's age, but with a more curvaceous figure and a respectable bust. She has a long flow of red hair and emerald eyes. Freckles cover her porcelain skin and her pearly teeth shine whenever she flashes a smile at me. Part of me is starting to wonder if I'm into older women, but the other is starting to come around on this swinging thing. I've always heard that a lot of swingers are older couples wanting to mix things up, and maybe she and her husand are one such couple.

Once the lesson is over, Shar goes to pay for the lesson as I take comfort in the fact that at least this time I didn't trip over. She'd already paid for the meal, but I didn't have the funds to pay for the lesson. Not without a job. As she sorts things out with Rosa, the redhead approaches me and says "Enjoy the lesson?"

"Yeah. Did you?"

"Sure did. Good to see some new faces around. Especially some young blood."

"Yeah, my girlfriend wanted to try it so..."

The woman chuckles. "You sound like my husband. Anyway, I'm Jill."

"Andrew."

"Pleasure to meet you, Andrew."

"You too Jill."

"Reckon you'll be back next week?"

"I uh, should be."

"Fantastic. Anyway, I better get going."

"Sure. I guess I'll see you next week?"

Jill flashes a smile at me. "See you then, Andrew."

As she walks off, the sultry tone of her last sentence sinks in. I had an inkling she likes what she sees, but the fact she's married reminds me of the situation Shar and I got into with Leigh and her partner. Then again, there is, an albeit slim, chance that she and her husbands are swingers. I mean, would she come on to me in public if her husband was going to get mad?

As I ponder what exactly to make of Jill, I hear Shar call out "Andrew. Can you come over here?"

"Ah... coming."

After a sigh, I head over to Shar and Rosa and wonder what exactly they need from me.