Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks
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Over the next few days, the couple seemed to hit a rut on the dance floor. More specifically, August seemed to be regressing. It wasn’t a case of him not caring or trying. He was distracted and it showed in his constant stumbles, fumbled turns, and weak holds and lifts.
“I’m sorry. Man, I’m sorry,” he said over and over. It was obvious he was tearing himself up.
There was one particular move that was sticking him like a knife in the gut. After yanking Caleigh up against his body, one hand holding her bottom tightly, the other wrapped in her hair, pulling her back, arching her body backwards as she pushed her hands against his chest. His lips were to glide downward, skimming her skin from her chin, to her neck, to the top of her bosom.
While in the midst of the move, however, Caleigh felt like she was going to slip from his delicate grasp and fall back onto the floor.
“Ah, August! You’re holding me too loosely!” she said as she adjusted her footing.
“Pull her tight, August. Seize her body,” Thalia instructed, “Your pelvises should be grinding into one another. And brush your lips along her skin.”
August frowned and grit his teeth, cursing himself. He pulled Caleigh back up then stepped away, frustrated.
Caleigh stood aside with concern on her face as she watched him struggle with himself.
“Okay, maybe we should call it for today,” Thalia said, waving her hand before the young man started with his effusive apologies again. “Cal, why don’t you go get changed. I just want to talk to August for a bit.”
Caleigh looked at him anxiously. She offered him a reassuring smile then turned and walked away.
August spoke, “Thalia, I’m sorry. I-“
“Shh,” the older woman hushed with a smile. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and turned him around. They watched Caleigh walking towards the change room.
“She’s really great, isn’t she?” Thalia said.
“God, she’s the best,” August replied, “She’s an amazing dancer.”
“She’s also a beautiful young woman,” Thalia added, “Don’t you think?”
August’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer.
“She doesn’t need a boy anymore, August,” Thalia went on, “She needs a man. Hold her like a man, August, with the strength of a man. Gaze at her with all the desires of a man.”
He breathed deeply, his eyes still staring ahead.
“She trusts you, August. She’s trusting you with her body,” Thalia said softly, “She has the body of a woman, not a delicate little girl. Treat her like a woman. She needs you to take hold of her like a woman.”
Her words seeped into his mind like fragrant syrup. Even after Caleigh disappeared through the door, he could still see her vividly in his mind’s eye.
“You know how strong she is, right? She won’t break,” Thalia concluded.
Thalia looked at him closely. She saw a flickering intensity in his expression. Without another word, she walked away from him. August remained unmoving from his spot long after she had left the studio.
***
August’s feet suddenly felt so heavy. He had trouble dragging them up the flights of stairs to the top floor of the 4 Corners.
His mother could tell that he was troubled but was afraid to ask what was bothering him. Since he started dancing with Caleigh several weeks ago, he had seemed to come alive and have more focus and drive than he ever had before. Now he was suddenly withdrawn and sullen.
Even the usually talkative Jimmy Dean could tell there was a cloud hanging over August when he stopped in at Wang’s to pick up the usual supplies of junk food. The shop-keeper said very little and simply loaded up the bag and handed it to August, though he still sported a beaming grin.
Thalia’s words were like an anchor around his thoughts, weighing heavily on him for a day. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel anymore. Before, when he told himself that he wanted to be with Caleigh, it was only to dance with her. Dancing with her made him feel like a better person. Before, that was more than enough. It was all he wanted from Caleigh.
Now it wasn’t. That unnerved him.
He almost wanted to turn around and just leave. But he couldn’t do that. Caleigh was waiting for him.
Finally arriving at the door, he took a deep breath before entering the apartment.
“Hey, junk food delivery,” he said, mustering some enthusiasm.
Caleigh was tying her hair in a ponytail when he came in. She smiled. Standing by the windows, sunlight casting a glow around her, she was truly beautiful. August, could barely look at her.
He placed the bag on the kitchen counter, his back to her, and unpacked their food. Pulling out what he thought was the last item, a bottle of juice, he frowned and looked down into the bag. He reached in and pulled out packets of condoms. Jimmy Dean was pretty slick.
“Everything okay?” Caleigh asked from behind.
August blinked, his heart surging up his throat. He stammered, “Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s cool. All good.”
He quickly pocketed the small packets as he turned to her.
“Want to get started partner?” she asked.
August inhaled deeply, steadying himself, and nodded.
***
Caleigh was curled up on the big green recliner as she stirred from her nap. She took a deep, quiet breath as she opened her eyes slowly, awakened by a dream. It was a dream of herself in a pitch dark room with only a bright spotlight upon her. There was a driving, indiscernible beat and rhythm filling the space. She was nude, her white skin shimmering from the light above. Her body was moving, twisting, flailing but she wasn’t dancing, she wasn’t in control of it. Like a play-thing doll she was manipulated, sometimes smoothly, sometimes vigorously, all at the beckoning of another force.
As she slipped from her dream world, the last image she saw was that of strong ebony hands, reaching out of the darkness and moving towards her, taking her glowing white flesh into their grasp. Muscular, sinewy arms held her close. Finally emerging from the blackness were a masculine face and body, darkly handsome silk-chocolate coloured. He seized her body with command and authority, and though she searched his eyes –those amazing green-grey eyes– to find the boy, the partner, that she knew, all she saw was the fiery passion and undeniable desire of a man.
And it was all focused on her.
Her eyes opened. After that first long breath, Caleigh shuddered softly as she breathed out. Her body was tense. It took her time to realize where she was and absorb what she had just dreamed about. Reassured by the comfort of the big easy chair cradling her, she was finally able to relax a little.
She blinked and frowned. She still heard the heavy rhythm of music from her dream. Was she actually awake? With a sigh, her eyes finally saw clearly. In front of the mirrors, her partner danced by himself. It wasn’t the choreography they had been working on but a jazzy, hip hop routine.
Caleigh shifted quietly in the chair as she watched August shuffled to the music. There was a tangible strength that radiated from him as he popped and snapped his joints and limbs. His body rolled with a unique gracefulness and swagger as he impressively controlled every ligament with deliberate precision. She witnessed an attractive flow of power. In all respects, his positioning and lines were perfect and during his momentary holds, Caleigh had to admire his dark, sleek, muscular features, a type of body that could only be attained by a true dancer.
She didn’t move as she continued to watch him slide and glide his body along the floor. August was flawless. Caleigh never realized how beautiful a man could be…and how attractive a man her dance partner was. Her heart fluttered. A swell of arousal hit her so suddenly, so definitively, she snapped her head away to the side, eyes wide open.
The jerk of her head was enough to catch August’s attention as he looked behind him through the mirror. He stopped his routine, the power and confidence in his body instantly subsiding, and turned to Caleigh.
“Hey, you up?” he said nodding towards her.
Caleigh blinked and looked at him. “Uh, yeah,” she said. She cleared her throat and patted her cheeks adding, “Sorry. Was I out long?”
“Nah,” August replied. He paused, looking at her then he pointed at the stereo and said, “I uh…I was just messing around while you were napping.”
He moved awkwardly, hesitantly, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I’ll get our music going again.”
“No. It’s alright,” Caleigh said, sitting up in the chair. She yawned and stretched, more to relax herself than anything else. “You looked good. I haven’t actually seen you perform in your own style. Show me more.”
August shook his head. “Nah, don’t want to mess up our choreography,” he said.
Caleigh smiled. “You won’t. Come on. Here,” she said standing up from the chair, “Why don’t you show me.”
August rolled his eyes. He looked away with an embarrassed smile and laughed, “Nah, forget it, Cal. Let’s just do our thing.”
“Come on, August,” she coaxed playfully, “Show me what you’ve got!”
She readjusted her pony tail and cinched up her shorts that covered the bottom of her one-piece tights. She threw him a coy look as she limbered up and said, “Teach me August-style!”
He eyed her. “‘August-style’?” he said with a smirk, “What are you on about?”
Caleigh put her hands on her hips, threw them to the side, and pouted her lower lip. “Ain’t no thing,” she sniffed.
The partners stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before doubling over in spurts of laughter.
“Come on!” she insisted, her face red, “Show me before I have to do more awful ‘hood’ speak!”
“Alright! Alright!” August said, bobbing his head. He held out his hand. “Let’s groove.”
***
The two of them worked up a decent sweat as they danced side-by-side in front of the mirrors. To no surprise of August, Caleigh picked up his steps easily. She slid and popped across the floor with a confident, strong form, quickly moving from cutesy, delayed mimicry to seamlessly matching his steps.
As Caleigh grew more accustomed to the style and they anticipated each other’s moves, the space between them tightened, their bodies drawn closer. Slowly, she glided in front of him. As she shifted back, he moved forward, until their bodies were pressing together. They continued to watch each other closely in the mirrors as August’s arms reached for her waist. He felt her hips sway side-to-side like a seductive pendulum.
August’s expression suddenly darkened as he looked into the mirror, seeing himself holding her. He looked at her eyes. They almost seemed dreamy. Through the slender slits he could see that her brown eyes were focused on him. The expression on her pretty face, some sort of look of nervous anticipation, was disarming.
August stopped moving. “We should get back to Thalia’s choreography,” he said as he started to pull away.
“No wait,” Caleigh said softly still looking in the mirror. She held his hands at her sides, “Show me more.”
August gazed at her in the mirror. She was breathing deeply. He could feel the slightest shudder from her body as he held her close. Her nerves were electric but she was doing little to try to calm them. She continued to look at him and hold him with a firm grasp around his hands.
The two of them began to sway together, their bodies in unison, and pressing harder and harder together as the seconds ticked by. Caleigh felt his body heat along her back.
Caleigh stared at his focused eyes in the mirror. She reached over and behind, wrapping her hands around his neck and leaning the back of her head against his shoulder, stretching her slender body against his.
August could smell the sweetness in her soft hair as it fell over his shoulder. Her cheek was close to his and he could hear the gentle breaths escaping through her rose-glossed lips.
Always swaying to the rhythm of the music, she felt his heart beating faster, matching her own increasingly rapid pace. Their heads turned in unison to look at one another. Their lips so close, they traded warm breaths. August glanced at the lips of his partner. They were parted and trembling.
Still feeling the music, he set his jaw and turned away from her tempting mouth. With a gentle yet firm motion, he pushed at her back with one hand while the other held her hips steady. Caleigh bent forward at her waist until her hands were pressed up against the mirrors. Bracing herself against the wall, she gyrated her body in smooth rhythm, pushing her firm bottom against August’s crotch.
He stood strong, feeling her grind against him. He didn’t move even as she pushed harder and harder against his body. His hands tensed around her waist. It wasn’t out of stress or nervousness. He felt a renewed vigour flow through his blood.
Caleigh closed her eyes as she moved. She wasn’t quite certain of her actions and her nerves were racing but she couldn’t stop herself. Even the stiffening arousal she sensed from August as she pressed her bottom into his crotch didn’t deter her. Usually steady and confident whenever she danced, now she was having difficulty dousing the tingling shakes in her legs.
August watched her, his eyes lingering on her expression whenever she looked up in the mirror. The beautiful dancer was fading away. The beautiful woman appeared.
He firmed his jaw, tilted his head toward the ceiling and inhaled deeply. “Dammit,” the his mind screamed.
When Caleigh heard a deep, guttural sigh escape from August and felt his fingers dig deeper into her waist, she opened her eyes and glanced back at him in the mirror. She saw him looking back at her, eyes filled with a sudden resolve and a fiery hunger. Caleigh paused, startled by the intensity of the man holding her tight from behind.
“Au-August?” she said softly.
Firm, strong hands gripped her body and pulled her up. They spun her around and shoved her up against the mirrors. Caleigh gasped, her back pressed up against the wall. Immediately August was in her face. He slapped his palms on the mirror on both sides of her head and she flinched. He leaned in close, barely an inch separating their faces and bodies.
Caleigh’s slender eyes widened and her mouth trembled open. She looked deep into the eyes of her partner. His stare was unflinching, predatory. She heard a rumble from his throat as he breathed deeply upon her. His dark face was set like stone but she could feel the intensity, the ferocity, emanating from him.
They held their position, motionless, for half-a-minute. He was like a big cat deciding what to do with his prey.
The music stopped.
Caleigh swallowed then started to speak, “Augu-mmmnn!!!”
August’s full-pink lips pressed hard against hers, smothering her voice into an unintelligible moan. Her eyes widened further as she felt the urgency of the kiss surge through her. August leaned into her, pinning her against the mirror.
Her lips were as sweet and soft as he could ever have imagined, like kissing fresh rose petals. He folded his lips over hers several times before pulling away.
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