Would he dance on a pole for her?
What if she asked really sweetly?
“How did you get into that? It seems very unique.”
“A friend invited me,” she shrugged. “It seemed like fun, so I decided to go for it, and I was surprised by what a good time I had. I guess the rest is history,” she laughed.
“So what kind of fitness skills do you pick up in a pole class?” He wanted to know.
“We do normal stuff: push-ups, planks, sit-ups.”
“And?”
“And we practice chair dancing and lap dancing and spins,” she chuckled. “You’d be surprised at just how hard all of these things really are.”
“How hard?”
“Let me show you,” she laughed. She grabbed a folding chair that was sitting against one wall and unfolded it. Then she set it in the center of the room. He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t hesitate to take a seat when she gestured for him to do so. He sat down and put his hands carefully on his knees.
She looked around. They needed music. Her phone was in her pocket, so she pulled it out, selected a song, and set the phone down on a shelf. He watched her carefully, hungrily, as she came back to the center of the room.
And then Luna started to dance.
She didn’t consider herself to be particularly pretty or whimsical or good at moving. She wasn’t the kind of girl who could turn a head just by being there, but she was a hard worker, and she’d been dedicated in her classes. She’d learned how to turn her hips just so, how to tease her shirt up, and how to wiggle her butt in about twelve different ways.
The effect her dancing had on Brody was instantaneous. He focused in on her, watching her carefully. If she didn’t know better, she thought he might start to drool, and that did something to her. Her movements, coupled with his gaze, fueled her excitement. She started to feel eager and wound up and happy.
So damn happy.
This was the kind of moment she’d been waiting her whole life for.
“You look beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she said.
Luna was moving in time with the music. She was enjoying herself, and she was loving everything about how she felt in that moment. She liked the way he looked her with hunger in his eyes, and she loved how wild and free she felt about everything that was happening. Perhaps most of all, she liked the way she felt a little bit wild and a little bit crazy and a little bit like she was being naughty.
It was all entirely wonderful, and she couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen next. She didn’t have to wait long, though, because Brody pulled his dick out and started stroking it as she danced. She was getting more and more turned on and aroused at the thought of being with him. He stroked himself in time with the music, in time with her dancing, and she loved the way he never took his eyes off of her.
Soon she was touching her breasts, rubbing her hands over herself, and she started to lose herself in the moment. It was wonderful, this way she was feeling, and she didn’t want it to end.
“Come here,” he groaned, and she went to him. She knelt in front of him and just fucking looked at him. He was thick and wonderful, and she loved the way he stroked himself. She wanted to taste him, to feel him inside of her mouth, and she looked up at him.
Without a word, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. He moved his hand so she could lick him and taste him. She enjoyed the way he tasted, and she started sucking.
“Fuck,” he groaned. He grabbed her hair and thrust his cock up into her throat, and she loved it. Everything he was giving her, she wanted more of. She reached between her legs and started touching herself as she was sucking his cock. She was wet and ready and just wanted so much more.
Soon they were both coming together at the same time. She cried out against his cock and her pussy pulsed with pleasure as she came. She swallowed and pulled away, looking up at him. Then he smiled down at her.
“Perfect,” he whispered, and somehow, in spite of everything, she knew he was telling her the truth.
Chapter Eight
If Brody had to watch one more damn news report on the virus, he was going to fucking die. He was tired of the virus and tired of being limited with what he could do. He’d gone to town to buy supplies and get groceries for Grandma. Then he’d left them on her porch and watched to make sure she’d brought them all inside okay. He hated that they were supposed to stay at their own houses and not hang out.
He hated everything about it, really, but most of all, he hated how much he didn’t want the quarantine to end.
When it ended, it would mean that Luna would return to real life. She had other things to do, after all: more important things. She had school and work and all sorts of things that didn’t have a place for him in them.