Horizontal Swing
Part II

I arrived at his home a veritable bundle of nerves. I was excited; crazy excited more than I had been in years. And my stomach was doing wild flip–flops. The anxiety level alone almost prevented me from showing up at his house. I was wishing he had come to me so I could lie down and do calm deep breathing exercises to stabilize my mood. But that was not the case. He had gotten there before me, which didn't surprise me cause he owned a hot red corvette that had an untamed license plate that read “Raceee.” Where as I drove my simple white economy car as if through molasses while squinting at the directions to his place.

Now reading the directions was a chore because of the shaky hand that held them. Damn, was I ever in trouble. He had such an upper hand in these dealings; at least he seemed composed when we parted. Calm and together, in fact down right chilled out. That is exactly how he was coming across when we parted in the lot.

I stood at the door to his home knees locked and breath exhaustively shallow. So shallow that I was not sure if I would pass the mirror test that they give to people who might be dead to see if there is any breath in the body. Yep, that’s me the female zombie knocking on my dance teachers door as if I was actually self–assured.

Before I could lift my hand to knock, the door swung open. He caught my hand in his own and actually spun me through the doorway. “Reverse underarm spin” my mind said numbly. It was more of a defense response!. I was actually thinking textbook to save myself these infuriating thoughts. There was Big Band music drifting jauntily from his living room, which I shouldn’t have been surprised about, had a large hardwood floor. Perfect for dancing, I thought gamely.

“I thought I heard your car pull up, I figured you had gotten lost! I am glad that you didn’t,” He said cheerily. He had an amazing smile on his face. He looked at my pale features and evident stress and his face calmed a bit. “Did you want to leave?” He asked softly.

“No!” I said breathlessly and so quickly I might as well have seen the butterflies in my stomach fly from my open mouth.

“Anne!. You are a great dancer, in fact a natural. That is, until you start to think.” He announced. Where the hell did that come from I contemplated. Then he followed with “Dance, don’t think.”

Next thing I knew he had swung me boisterously into the middle of his living room and began some wild and crazy dancing. Within seconds I was smiling and laughing again, the floor seemed to meet my feet as he whirled me this way and that. His hands gracefully encircled my waist as we “fake wrapped” a particularly caressing move. He spun me around in and out of his arms,meeting my gaze with a wide grin and much debonair. He did an exceptionally fun move called the “continuous cuddle,” catching my eyes as he circled me into his arms over and over. The pallor had left my face for a pleasing blush. The panic was gone from my fluidly moving limbs. My awareness was on his vital attractiveness and his wonderful dancing. I was in a whirlwind of fancy–free footwork and my heart was pounding for many more reasons than that of those aerobic.

The song was finished, and I stood quietly panting in front of him. His hand still warmly clasped to my own. I recognized as if from far–off that the music now playing was slow jazz. I also noticed now that the room was not spinning around me that there were candles lighting every corner of the room, not one electric light shone its false gleam. Without saying a word he pulled me into closed position. Our bodies were flush against each other and he swayed me through the room gently. My heart was still racing, but now for entirely intimate reasons. His eyes captured mine when I dared to look up and he held me in a blazing gaze. I felt suddenly very light headed and closed my eyes.

I was fighting something subtle. A cross between feral desire and a panic attack affixed to these very same feelings. I was quite literally overwhelmed. I could smell his perspiration and cologne mixed in the most arousing manner. I could hear his breathing deep and potent, and his warm breath fanning over my face. I was going to faint, I thought. And I am not the delicate fainting type. My head was all abuzz. Then just like a soft dream I felt his lips warmly make contact with my own, while he swayed me gently, still dancing.

I melted against his strong form, almost limply. I was in total dizzy surrender. He intensified the kiss while I imperceptibly noticed the sound of horns playing their hypnotic baritone rising from the stereo. His tongue unhurriedly slid against my own and I accepted and teased him with mine. His hands were enfolding me snugly to his body. I was grateful for this because my knees were so weak that I would have fallen without his total support. I could feel the heat of his excitement pressed tightly to my swaying hips. I moaned against his mouth in an ever–deepening fervor.

His movements had stilled to only swaying, the slightest touch of his hips grinding gently against my own. I was now no longer holding his shoulder but the back of his neck. His other hand had released my own to stroke my long silky hair. I was shaking intensely as if I was chilled, when really a fire was coursing through my veins. I placed my free hand over his heart and felt it racing beneath my fingertips. This seduced me further and enlightened me to the reality that I was not the only jumble of erratic nerves. He was simply better at masking his obvious plethora of feelings, better than I was capable.

He gently parted from our string of avid kisses. His lips had left my own, yet they tingled warmly. I let out a long sigh. He twirled me out away from him slowly and smoothly. It seemed so natural that I was unable to allow my nerves to take over as I glided where he led me. Which was to the entryway of an equally candle lit bedroom. I was accurate at least with my earlier thoughts of dinner being a near impossibility. Then he swung me back into his arms and dipped me like he did in our class. His lips touched briefly on my own and then he simply twirled me out again and lifted me by my waist straight onto the bed. I plunked down a disheveled mess and a giggle startled out of me. But before I could get too much in my head like he had announced in his living room, his lips made deep contact with my own again. I was gone, I was completely, totally lost in his leisurely kiss. He rolled halfway on top of me, pinning me down with his torso but keeping his lower half to the side. He permitted his lips to explore the line of my jaw to my neck and nibbled against the soft skin there…