Ah! We’re almost there! And I so can’t wait to share, A Rehearsal for Love with you all! But until then, here’s another sample to “Get you over the hump” 😉
(Note: Sample unedited and subject to change)
“Now what do you wanna accomplish today? Hip-Hop, R&B, Pop, something else?”
“Hmm… let’s go R&B. I was actually just listening to this song on my way over that I thought we could try out.”
She wiped her own hands off as she pulled her phone from her pocket, cueing up the song and then handing it to me to plug up to the sound system. I didn’t recognize the song from the first couple of beats, so I read the header on the phone to see that it was, Chill by Trey Songz.
I vibed in the mirror to myself for a minute as I thought about a couple different skills I could teach her. The song had a slower tempo, but the bass was strong, giving perfect points to hit with each move. That was honestly Malia’s strong suit; hitting the heavy beats.
So instead of starting off with my own suggestions, I simply told her, “How about you freestyle first, then I’ll jump in.”
She nodded her head, positioning herself in front of the mirror as I restarted the song. I watched as she did the same thing that I had done, vibing to herself for a few beats and then beginning to dance on what I would consider the second eight count.
It was effortless – I could tell by the looseness in her face – as she popped, and grinded, and… damn.
Before I could get lost in the sway of her body, I jumped in, mimicking her moves from behind similar to the way we had done in the group session. But this time was different. This time, the song was sexier – she was sexier – and it was just us, free to get as dirty as we wanted to in the name of dance. So it wasn’t even a second thought when I put my hands on her waist and pulled her against my body, rolling my pelvis against her ass as she grinded even deeper into me.
But then she pulled away and so did I, following her moves as she glided across the floor then ticked down to the ground with every thump of the beat. She used her hands to emphasize each motion and well… so did I; shadowing her as I let my hands hover over hers. For a split second, I thought I was doing way too much. But then she touched me, pulling my hand against her chest and gliding it down her stomach before turning out of my hold.
I was honestly stunned as I watched her take complete control of the dance, sliding down to her knees and dancing alone, falling to her back and thrusting her hips upward before turning on all fours and poppin’ her ass as she glided across the floor back to me. I squatted down, putting a hand in her hair as my lips hovered right in front of hers.
But then she laughed.
“That was dope! I wish we would’ve recorded it,” she said with a smile between breaths.
I yanked my hand out of her hair like it had suddenly caught on fire, standing up as I agreed, “Yeah. That was good. Really good. Why do you need my help again?”
She laughed as she answered, “I’m good. Really good. But I wanna be great. I need you to get me over the hump.”
Why did the word “hump” make my dick jump like a damn call and response?
And if you’d like to see the inspiration for this scene, check out the video below! 🙂
All Malia ever wanted in life was to become a full-time, professional dancer.
Unfortunately, barriers in the form of half-assed attempts at getting a college education, a less than supportive mother, and the lack of dance classes in her area stand in the way of achieving her ultimate goal.
But that all changes once choreographer Blaise Anthony comes to town, bringing both his experience in the dance industry and a brand new dance studio.
Malia is instantly captivated by the idea of not only being able to give her full attention to dance, but also to be trained by one of her idols in the process. But when the two finally collide on the dance floor, an undeniable chemistry that goes beyond an eight count arises.
And while Malia might’ve thought she was coming to dance towards her dreams, she quickly learns that she’s actually rehearsing for a whole lot more…