“Are you ready for this? You’ll be eating and breathing dance for a while. Over the summer, it will slow down, but it will pick up again in the fall.”
“I’m ready,” she said confidently, causing Reese’s heart to swell. She wanted so desperately for this girl to succeed and do something great with her life.
“Awesome, only one thing left before we get started for today!” Reese said with a grin, opening the file and pulling the pen off the paper.
“Yeah?”
She smiled as she took a deep breath. She had been asking this same question for weeks and prayed that today’s answer would be different. Looking up at Claire, she asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Claire looked down at the ground, pushing up on the tip of her toes. She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, and Reese let her have her time. She needed it, so Reese waited until, finally, Claire looked up, her eyes shiny with tears, as she said, “I want to be a choreographer with big-named artists or maybe Vegas shows or something. I want to be known around the world for the amazing dances I come up with. I want to be like you.”
Reese felt the rush of tears to her own eyes and somehow kept them in as she nodded, writing down what Claire said. She wanted to hug the girl, she wanted to tell her that she was going to make her dreams come true, but most of all, she wanted to call Phillip and tell him about it. She wished he were here; he would have loved to have heard Claire say that, to want dreams and aspirations. Looking up, she smiled so brightly at Claire that she was sure her face was going to break, saying, “Let’s get to work on making those dreams come true.”
Suddenly, Claire’s arms came around her, and she froze as Claire hugged her tightly. When Claire whispered, “Thank you,” Reese was surprised the tears didn’t rush down her face. She knew that the ice between her and Claire had broken. It also meant that even though she hadn’t wanted anything to happen between her and Phillip before, now, she knew for a fact nothing could happen. She was in too far with this girl, and she couldn’t risk losing her because of a stupid breakup between her and Phillip. Not that she wanted to date him, but she couldn’t risk anything happening between them.
She had to stay clear of him—that was all there was to it.
“Do you like that?”
Phillip looked down at the blonde on her knees with his cock in her hand, her mouth hovering over it. She was pretty, bright blue eyes, a nice mouth, cute nose, and great body, but he was not enjoying the blow job she was performing. He wasn’t sure if it was because they were in the men’s bathroom of some pub in Dallas, or if she just sucked at giving head. There was too much spit, and she didn’t rake her teeth right. She just didn’t do it for him, but he needed to come… he needed to forget.
“Just make me come,” he said, weaving his hands in her hair and thrusting himself in her mouth. Closing his eyes, he tried to enjoy it, but it wasn’t working. He was surprised he was still hard. Letting out an annoyed breath, he mentally kicked himself. When was he going to admit the reason he wasn’t enjoying any kind of sexual activity was because of a certain woman whose name reminded him of a peanut butter cup? God, this was hopeless.
It had been three days. Three days of sleepless nights, morning wood, and a general need for Reese’s body. It was insane. He had never been caught up with a woman the way he was at that moment. As the blonde took him to the back of her throat, thoughts of Reese overflowed him. She was beyond hot during their time together. They joked, they enjoyed each other, and since leaving her, he hadn’t been able to think of anything else but her. He didn’t understand it, but he did know that this blonde was not cutting it.
Pulling away from her grip, he yanked his jeans up with a huff.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, wiping the side of her mouth.
“This isn’t working for me.”
“Oh, do you want to leave?”
From you, yes.
“Nah, my friend is still out there.”