Lady of the Dance

Eyes fluttering open, he looked up at the ceiling and tried to remember what happened last night. Blinking, he looked to the side, the rest of the wide king-sided bed empty, though unkempt as if someone had been sleeping there. This wasn’t his usual bed, or his usual room, where he’d slept for most of the trip. This room was bigger, and just beyond the bed he could see a door leading into a bathroom, an ensuite. Even in his groggy, waking mind, Kurt Johnson was able to put the pieces together, that this was the master bedroom. So, who had been sleeping in this bed with him last night?

It came back to him in a flood of memories, crashing down upon his brain as his sleepy head kicked into high alert. Adrenaline and testosterone pumped through his blood as he remembered racing to the apartment to save Victoria from the clutches of Shawn Lewis, only to find her safe and well. All that blood was driven south as memories of the drive home and Victoria sucking his cock filled his mind. Images of her, sitting on the bed, legs spread, offering to let him eat her out and then begging him to bounce her on his cock made said cock throb.

But there had been something else. Both in the car and after they’d had sex, Victoria had taken a picture of herself, her face painted in strips of his seed. Before yesterday, the green-eyed, golden haired blonde had been resistant to his charms and **** to engage in sexual activity. Now though, she was the one pursing him it almost seemed. What had changed? And why was she fascinated with documenting it?

Kurt frowned, wondering if it was as simple as Victoria being in a relationship before, and now she wasn’t. She’d dumped Gavin yesterday morning, so technically now she was a free agent, at liberty to be with whoever she wanted and do whatever she wanted with them. Though she had become oddly brazen since yesterday, it wouldn’t be the first time a girl became sexually obsessed after losing their virginity. He’d deflowered enough virgins to know. And yet, the timing didn’t seem right. She’d lost her virginity days ago and was only now beginning to seek it out…though perhaps that was simply because she had been trying to remain faithful to Gavin, and then there was the issue of their pregnancy scare.

But even if that were true, and Victoria was somehow only now feeling free and able to explore her interest in sex, that still didn’t explain the pictures. Why was she taking pictures of herself covered in his seed? That was the part that didn’t make sense to him. Was she just keeping them as mementos? That was kind of stalkerish, though not out of the question. He’d also known enough girls who became obsessed with him after a good, thorough rutting. Combine that with the fact he had come to rescue her…and it was possible she had come to idolise him.

Looking to the side again, he looked to the end table on the empty side of the bed. Victoria’s phone lay upon it, screen face down. If he could look at it, then maybe he could see what Victoria was doing with the photos. On the other hand, Victoria had trusted him last night. She’d felt **** and asked him to stay with her to help her feel safe. The worst thing he could do right now would be to obliterate that good faith by prying into her phone like some crazy, jealous boyfriend. But, if something was wrong, it would be better to know, right?

A movement at the foot of the bed caught his eye. Sitting up on his elbows, he looked down and realised that he was not alone. There, just past the foot of the bed, still dressed in the small white thong and thin vest top she wore to bed, Victoria stood, twisted sideways with both arms stretched out, one forward and one behind. Her head was turned to one-side as well, only her eyes moving as she glanced over at the waking blonde teen whist holding the pose. A soft smile formed across her lips as her eyes fell upon the duvet, something poking it from beneath.

“Geez, I must have really tired you out last night,” Victoria teased, stretching in her position. “You were dead to the world for hours.”

“I’m just a deep sleeper,” Kurt smiled lazily, as he ran a hand through his bedhead hair. “And yesterday was just plain exhausting all over.”

“I hear that, brother,” the golden-haired teen quipped as she straightened up, bringing her feet together. Then, she took a step back, pointing her toes outwards as she created a triangle between her legs and the ground. “But I woke up early and had some time, so I decided to do a little yoga. Figured it might help with my ankle too.”

“Your ankle…” Kurt said, only half paying attention to what she was talking about as she placed her hands behind her back and bent forward, bringing her large chest tight to the leg in front, breathing as she moved. Her blonde hair cascaded over her face, glittering in the morning sun light. “Oh, yeah, you injured your ankle. It doesn’t seem to be giving you much bother now though.”

“No,” Victoria admitted amidst breaths. “It aches but I ignore it mostly. It helps that that I’ve been keeping weight off it.”

Kurt half choked, catching the implication referring to how he held her aloft his cock last night. Swallowing, he saw a half smile form on Victoria’s face, almost giggling, as she held this new pose for a few minutes. Kurt’s eyes travelled over her long, smooth slender legs, all the way up to her ass, the apex of her body, her bubble butt lewdly pointing upwards, the small white thong hiding very little. Following the curve of her body, his gaze roamed over her back, watching as her loose vest top draped and hung, and likely would have fallen and unveiled her majestic tits were her chest not tightly pressed to her thigh.

“I didn’t know you did yoga,” Kurt said, impressed, as she returned to mountain pose. “You’re quite good, as far as I can tell. Do you do this often?”

“Occasionally,” she replied, bending one knee and reaching back to take hold of her ankle. “It’s really just a hobby but I have to do something to keep trim and fit around all these cheerleaders.”

“Really?” Kurt asked, surprised, as he watched Victoria extend one arm in front of her as her leg rose up behind her, curving in a crescent over her body. “It seems like this kind of thing would really help with their flexibility.”

“Oh, it does. In fact, Ashley was the one who got me into yoga actually.” Victoria breathed purposefully as she brought her extended arm up over her head, reaching back along with her other hand to grasp her foot, keeping her head in line with her upper arms, hair falling behind her shoulders down her neck. Her abdomen bent back, thrusting her chest outwards, her large breasts perched high and looking perfectly round beneath the tank top. Moving his eyes behind to where one leg remained straight, planted on the floor, and her other rose up above her, he had a clear view of her perfect tight ass, the thong wedged between the cheeks and showing off both tremendous, beautiful globes. And just a little lower down he caught a glimpse of her thin pussy lips peaking out the side of the gusset. “But I’m better. Ashley finds some of the poses kind of tough because of her size. I’ve got longer legs and better reach.”

“I can see that,” Kurt licked his lips, imagining what it might be like to fuck her as she stood on one foot with her legs spread like this. He paused for a moment, glancing at her focused face and then, asked, “Do you have any other hobbies? Like photography?”

Victoria glanced over at him with an arched eyebrow, exhaling deliberately as she held the pose just like she had with the others. “Photography? I don’t understand. Are you saying you want me to model for you?”

Kurt shook his head, picking his words carefully. “Why would you need to? You’ve been taking enough pictures of yourself recently.”

The confusion washed off her face, replaced with gentle annoyance, as she said, “You’re talking about the pictures I took yesterday?”

“Right. The first one you said was an accident, but I caught you doing the same thing after I came on your face later. At your request,” Kurt remarked, glancing at her face, trying to read her reaction. “Once is funny, twice is odd. A third will be a habit.”

Victoria laughed breathily as she exhaled, lowering her leg and returning to her normal stance. “For a guy with your reputation, you sure are sensitive. The first time, I did it by accident, but I thought it looked hot. I’ve never had a guy cum on my face before. And when I remembered how it had looked the first time, I felt turned on imagining you doing it again. That’s why I asked for it.”

“But why take the second picture?” Kurt asked thoughtfully with a frown. “You could clearly see yourself in the mirror.”

Victoria shrugged. “It was just easier to compare with both photos on my phone, rather than looking between the mirror and the screen. And honestly, I think you outdid yourself the second time. Maybe you’d like to try and outdo yourself again?”

With a flirty smirk and dazzling eyes, Victoria made a blatant glance towards Kurt’s cock, still stiff and tenting to thin duvet. Kurt’s eyes followed her vision, realising that she was looking at his cock, hinting that she wanted him to cum over her face again. Maybe this was just something that turned her on, especially if she’d never felt it before and found that she liked it. There were certainly worse fetishes to develop he thought.

“Didn’t I just tell you that a third time is the start of a habit?” Kurt replied, bemused, watching Victoria walk closer.

“I already said this could be a nightly thing. I was planning on it becoming part of my routine,” Victoria told him sultrily as she stepped to the side of the bed and grabbed the covers. With a smile, she threw them open, unveiling Kurt’s boxers, equally tented by the stiff cock beneath. “And it looks like someone is okay with that.”

“I am,” Kurt admitted, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting in front of the green-eyed, golden-haired goddess. “I’d love to paint your face with my load every day, if it pleased you. I just worry. Even if nothing did happen in that apartment, it was still traumatic to think someone felt one way and to have those feelings thrown in your face. I just want you to know that you can talk to me as well as fuck me.”

“It almost sounds like you want to be my boyfriend,” She whispered, bending forward and leaning close to him, her face inches away from his, so close he could feel her warm breath tickle his lip. Her emerald green eyes searched his face, though for what he didn’t know, as she reached down and raked her fingers over his cock through his underwear. “Is that what you want? Wanna make me your girlfriend?”

“I…” Kurt began, as he thought of Chloe and the kiss they shared two night ago, more sensual and erotic in his mind than any of their numerous fuck sessions. And then he thought of her, off on her date with Hannah, with whom she’d stayed the night. “I just know something of what it’s like to act out sexually.”

“Oh yeah?” She asked, derisively, almost sneering, that cold annoyance returning to her eyes. “What do you know about it?”

Before he could answer, the bedroom door opened. Kurt and Victoria snapped their heads around at the same time to see the fair-haired cheerleader and Victoria’s best friend, Ashley Woodsen standing in the doorway. A first she wore a serious, distraught expression, until her eyes caught sight of Victoria’s hand still caressing Kurt’s dick through his boxers. And though Victoria knew Ashley had seen it, she made no effort to move her hand away. A bemused smile danced across Ashley’s face, though she didn’t let it distract her from her purpose for barging in.

“Guys, you gotta come see this!”