It was nearing midnight; most dancers had already gone home, eager to catch the subway. I never stayed out this late, but I’d had great dances that night and was feeling a bit giddy. The music became sultrier, the lights dimmed, and sheer clothes stuck to our bodies in the humid tango studio.
“Wanna dance?” she asked casually, holding out her hand.
“Do you lead?” I asked. “I can’t.”
“Yeah,” she laughed. “And you can – you’ve just never tried.”
I put my fingers in hers and my hand on her sticky shoulder, and she pulled me into a close embrace. She smelled like Nag Champa; her wild, tangled hair tickled my face. I slid my hand farther up so my fingers grazed the back of her neck, and she leaned her cheek downward to meet my hand. Her spaghetti straps kept slipping down her shoulders; as we rolled our bodies together in time, I pulled them back up for her.
This was different. I closed my eyes and felt her soft curves press against me, her small hand steady in the middle of my back, gently pushing me into submission with tiny wrist and shoulder movements. I thought of my mouth on her nipples, her hands in my cunt. I wanted to lick the sweat from her skin, taste her salt. My sudden hunger for her gnawed at me as she bent her knees and swung my stockinged leg up her right thigh, sliding her hand up to finger the lace. Time slowed as she held my leg there and lowered my back toward the ground, her face so close to my breasts that I thought she could see my heart pounding. Pulling me back up, she put my other hand around her back and placed both of her hands on my hips, moving them in circles. We breathed heavily into the space between us, then pressed our bodies close together again. My cunt pulsed with the music, dripped, flamed.
When the song ended, we held position, hugged. The next song started: “She Moves Me” by Muddy Waters. I glanced over at the DJ; he was staring directly at us, all wolfish grin and starving eyes. I knew that look, could see the cogs and wheels of desire moving within him. I leaned into her ear, let my lips brush her lobe. “I think we’re meant to have another go,” I whispered. She smiled, pulled me back in, and swung her hips like no one was watching.