Cutting a Rug

Your mother soon locks herself away in her office and before you know it it is just you and your grandparents that remain. You and your grandmother are clearing the table as your grandpa sits and happily soaks up the morning light streaming in through the window. His eyes are closed and he's got a peaceful smile.

Your grandma's love for him is evident in her every motion and look, it was just heart touching.

Your grandma says. "So last night Jesse told me she still likes girls. Even now."

You stop and look at her, that was an odd thing to say. Your grandfather opens his eyes. "Oh? Well...it's the twenty first century, everyone gets to like who they want." He gives you a little wink. "I don't blame you."

Your grandmother is smiling at him, she had that look women get as they patiently guide a man to a particular conclusion. Your grandma responds. "Yeah, she likes girls Harold."

Your grandpa and you were clueless to the point she was trying to make. He simply nods politely.

She continues. "And she's got the...equipment to, well you know. She could be with a girl if she wanted." If they only knew.

He nods. "Yeah, I guess she could. Far out."

Your grandmother is wiping down the counters, a little smile playing across her face. "Yep, Jesse will be dating. Taking nice girls out on the town. Heck, she'll probably want to settle down, father some children. Have to support a family."

You see the light go on in your grandfather's eyes. He smiles. "You know Jesse, maybe that little talk I was going to have with you. Maybe you could still get something from it."

Your grandmother's gentle smile widens. "Oh, that's a good idea Harold. Don't you think so Jesse?" She gives you a little wink, her kind face urging you on.

You step to him and take his warm hand. The back of his hand is so soft, but his knuckles and palms are calloused from his active lifestyle. "Of course!" You reply, you'd give anything to have that 'man-to-man' with your grandpa. You were worried the opportunity was lost. "I'd like that very much. More than anything!"

"Well then!" He says, joy streaming from him. "No time like the present."

As he stands he looks to your grandmother. "You wouldn't mind helping out?"

She nods. "Of course not." Grandma helping out with a man-to-man?

"Okay then Jesse, we're going to need some music." He adds, a twinkle in his eye. "A man's gotta know how to cut a rug." You blink. "Dance Jesse!" He chuckles. "You gotta know how to dance. A woman loves a m...person who knows how to dance." Your grandparents share a cute little look to one another.

The three of you head out to the living room. You weren't sure what kind of groovy hippy dancing you were about to learn but you were up for anything. You didn't have the type of music they wanted in the house so you set up YouTube on the TV. After some searching they find an appropriate playlist. The center of the room is cleared and made into a dance floor.

To your surprise it wasn't trippy hippy stuff it was old fashioned swing dancing numbers. As the music starts your grandfather can't help himself, he scoops your grandmother and the pair of the just instantly start dancing up a storm. They moved with impressive grace and fluidity, they were doing different things yet they moved as one. There was a guiding structure yet there was expressive freedom in their twirling and smooth flowing moves. They stayed in contact with each other in every moment, at least by one hand. Their shoulders, their hips, their knees, every part of them feeling and responding naturally to the music. Pull back, come together, spin, a little extra kick and twirl of the hips. It looked so effortless. And they were having so much damn fun! The infectious jubilant energy between them was infectious, before long you are tapping your foot and bouncing your shoulders in time with the old big band music.

Your grandpa notices this and spins away from his wife and takes you by the hand. "May I have this dance?" You smile demurely and nod.

He pulls you out to the floor and slows things wayyyy down. Keeping things very slow and simple he begins showing you the basics. He guides you and moves you, just gentle nudges and pulls indicating where you need to go next. Grandma dances beside you, showing you some feminine touches, showing how to move those nice curved hips of yours.

He laughs. "You're doing great. You're a natural." He takes you through your first spin. "Very good! Listen my girl, you can learn a lot about relationships by dancing. It's a metaphor one might say. The music is time flowing around you, life as it happens, it gives the love rhythm. It guides, it encourages, but it doesn't control." He takes you down into a dip, you stare up at him with adoring eyes. He pulls you back up and stamps a foot in time with the dance. "The floor is the now, it is our circumstance, our place in the world. It puts its limits on us but without it the dance couldn't happen." He stops a moment and squeezes your hand as he holds it up for you to see. Your hand in his he holds it tight. "But THIS. This is everything. This is where the magic happens. It is between you and your partner. You lead, you follow, but you always do it off of one another. The connection is what you want. There will be missteps and trips and falls, the music will change and the floor might get crowded, but this is your constant. This is where you'll find love and joy and happiness." The dance picks up again, he guides you around the room in slow swooping movements. "Enjoy the dance Jesse, be thankful for it. You gettin me?"

This old stoner was laying down the wisdom. Was it deep? Was it trite? Was it insight? Was it old man ramblings? You didn't know, you didn't care. It was important to him so it was important to you. You just took it all in. "I understand Grandpa." You say.

He just smiles and gives you a wink. "That makes one of us. This was clearer in my head." He chuckles. "You'll get it. I know you will. You're a good kid Jesse, you'll do just fine." That made you feel good. He concludes. "Just be bold enough to ask in the first place, or none of the rest can happen."

The next hour and a half continues on blissfully. Your grandmother soon takes over to give your grandpa a rest. They start to teach you the other side of the dance, being the lead. It was very similar yet totally different. You struggled a bit more with this half of it and you soon found yourself missing your grandpa's guiding hands. Before too long however you are getting grips on it. All this dancing, this effort and activity, this close physical contact, how your new surging hormones were effecting you...you were getting mighty excited as the lessons and fun wore on. You could feel a sheen of sweat on your brow and a stirring down below.

As things are starting to wind down you hear the door close. Fiona walks in and a bright smile lights up her face as she tosses her jacket on the couch, she was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. "What is going on in here?" She asks.

Pulling away from your grandma you begin boogie woogie-ing toward your older sister. "Ha ha! Dance with me Fiona!"

Your grand parents are laughing. "That's it Jesse!"

You take Fiona by the hand as an upbeat number picks up. Fiona looks at you unsure. "Come on Sis! Dance with me!" You grin and tugging lightly on her hand as you continued to dance away joyously.

A week ago grumpy bitchy Fiona never would have danced with you...now...now you were hoping it would be different. It takes a moment but finally she nods and swoops in to take you in her arms. She holds you firmly around the waist and with her other hand holds your hand. You try to take the lead...NOPE. Fiona begins moving with you, dancing out to the middle of the floor. The pair of you were about equally talented at this. She must have learned a bit from the grandfolks at some point herself. Every time you tried to take control she just pushed back against you and directed you in a different movement. There was no negotiation here, Fiona was leading and that was that. She was smiling but there was that dominant Fiona look in her eye, her iron will bending yours to submit to her. You smile back and gladly submit, you enjoyed it better this way anyway.

Your grandpa calls. "No, Jesse...you take the lead...don't..." He just starts laughing once more, seeing how hopeless it was with Fiona. "Aww, forget it."

Your grandparents come together and join in for this last dance. It was so much fun putting all your moves together in your own way, following a partner who was at your own level, being able to let Fiona take the lead. Feeling her strong arms around you, seeing her tall lithe form, feeling her breasts press to yours, her scent filling your senses, her hands on your body. Things were getting to a fever pitch within you. As you dance you begin grasping at her, pulling at her, your hungry eyes staring, pleading, begging! You look up at her beautiful face with an almost irresistible desire to kiss her.

It didn't take her long to pick up on what you were doing. An amused smile plays across her full lips. Your transparent desire for her pleased her to no end. She begins teasing you, tantalizing you, tormenting you. Her moves change, the way she touches you changes, the way she looks at you changes. She grabs your ass and pulls your hips to hers, she gropes your breast, at one point even slowly bring her knee up your inner thighs...pulling back just before she makes contact with your beseeching little snatch. She was driving you wild and having great fun in the process. Thankfully your grandparents were too caught up in their own dance to watch yours too closely. God...you wanted Fiona to take you...right now! RIGHT NOW! You actually let out a little cry of desire as she takes you down into a deep dip to finish the dance. She holds you down parallel to the floor, her arms around your waist and shoulders, your heaving chests pressed together, your faces inches apart, your hot breath in each other's face.

You are breathing hard, a light layer of sweat across your whole body, your wet pussy screaming out for attention, looking up into Fiona's eyes...oh how you wanted her to kiss you in that moment. You knew she couldn't, but oh how you wanted it. In every way you could you were expressing to her what you wanted, what you needed. You stare intently with wanton eyes, you lay submissively in her arms, your fingers lightly stroking her shoulders. In every way you could manage without actually giving anything away you were screaming at her...TAKE ME!!!