Dancing the Nutcracker
By Nandi Berry
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Copyright 2011 Nandi Berry
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Author's Note: This book was written and edited by me. If you do not find typos, bad grammar, and misspellings let me know. Because I must have done something right for a change.
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Emma couldn't believe her luck, she was going to dance as Clara in the Nutcracker Suite. All those late nights of practice had finally paid off. Now she had to prove to not only the director, but herself that he had made the right choice. Tonight was the last rehearsal before the real deal.
Drawing in a deep breath then letting it out she stood and exited her dressing room. Hurrying down the hall toward the stage.
Behind her someone called out, “Break a leg, Emma.” She turned to see, Desiree her understudy snickering with some of the fairies. “I mean it break a leg, then I can be the star.”
Emma rolled her eyes. Desiree had been pissed ever since she'd been passed over for the part. Ignoring the other woman, Emma continued out on to the stage in time to hear Bernard, the director, yell. “All right people I want to run from the top, straight through. No mess up, this is our last practice before tomorrow night.”He clapped, then plopped down in the front row to watch.
As Emma watched the first scene from the side lines, waiting her cue, Desiree stepped up beside her.
“You know the only reason you got the part is because you have the body of a fifteen year old girl.”
Biting her lip Emma refused to buy into Desiree's crap. Yes she was slender and trim, supple as a freak'n reed but as thin as one too. All the years of ballet had left her with a muscular physique yet no boobs to speak of. Paired with her heart shaped face and perpetually pouty lips it was no wonder her father called her his little imp, even though she was in her twenties.
A husky voice pipped up from behind them. “Better the body of a fifteen year old girl than the mentality.”
Emma turned to find Helen one of the extras behind them. While she wasn't exclusively friends with any of the cast she was probably closest to the dark haired dancer. Desiree sniffed and stormed off.
“Thanks. I'll be so happy when she lets it go.”
“Sweetie, chicks like her don't let it go.”
Emma groaned. “That's what I was afraid of.” Her head snapped toward stage. “My turn.” She dashed out to make her cue.
Dancing was her favorite thing in the world, Emma had been entranced by it as a little girl. Her parents had taken her to see Swan Lake and after she had demanded to be allowed to take ballet lessons. Her mother had been so proud although assumed it was a fad, but Emma had never looked back. Letting the music flow over her, allowing her limbs to move with it. The fluidity and grace needed.
Yet there was an entirely different reason she was thrilled to have gotten the part of Clara. Jason Braxton, was the nutcracker. The man filled out a pair of tights better than any other male dancer she had yet to meet. His hands left her wanting for much more intimate touching.
More than once after rehearsal, the flush on her cheeks had little to do with dancing and to do with her own naughty thoughts.
****
“Emma!”
Pausing Emma turned to see Jason running out of the theater toward her. She swallowed, and tried to calm her beating heart. He probably just wanted to talk about the show.
“Oh man I'm so glad I caught you. I was hoping we could talk, if you have time there's an all night coffee place just down the street.”
She knew the place he was talking about and also knew Desiree and her cronies tended to flock there after rehearsal. Honestly she wanted to see as little of the woman as possible. “Um, well I live just around the corner would it be ok if we go there instead?”
He actually brightened a bit at the suggestion. “Yeah that'd be perfect.”
Nervously she gestured for him to follow her. Finding an apartment close to the theater had been another stroke of absolute dumb luck on her part, but now that she had it she refused to let it go. Her mother said she was tenacious to a fault, once she got her teeth into something she held on for all she was worth.
They walked in silence for a bit then Jason asked. “Are you excited about tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Always am opening night. New ballet, new crowds, the atmosphere.”
Emma smiled, she knew exactly what he was talking about. She gestured to a nondescript building leading him inside she headed up the stairs. Going down the hall she stopped in front of a door, and fished out her keys. Unlocking and pushing the door open, she entered with Jason on her heels.
“Here we are, it's not much but it's home.”
He looked around, his gaze settling on her cd collection. After shedding their coats, he walked over to the shelves covered in discs. “Wow, you really like music.”
“Yes and No. I like to dance, and to dance you need music.”
Jason shot her a grin, “I know a dance where you don't need music, just a bed.”
Emma felt her face flame up. She cleared her throat. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Do you have herbal tea?”
“Camomile ok?”
“Yeah.” He replied absently still thumbing through the cd's.
Emma slipped into the kitchen and put the tea kettle on. While it warmed up she got out two cups and put tea bags in them. From the living room came strains from the opening of the Nutcracker. She smiled and poured the warm water into the cups. As she set the kettle in the sink, she felt Jason's hands on her hips. Without any effort at all he lifted her and spun her around to face him.
He leaned down. “Please tell me the connection I've been feeling on stage isn't just me.”
“What?” She looked up at him shocked. Letting go he stepped back looking disappointed. She grabbed at his arm. “I didn't mean it like that... you just startled me.”
“So...?”
“I have definitely felt a connection.”
Jason caught her about the waist, pulling her against him. “I'm so glad.” He murmured against her neck.
Emma’s body heated up as his lips brushed the sensitive skin on her neck. She didn’t want to think about the ballet, or anything else. She just wanted one thing. Taking his hand she led him into the bedroom. Turning she let go of his hand and looped her arms around his neck. He grinned, kissing her. She parted her lips slightly, letting him ravage her mouth with his tongue.
He tugged at her shirt, she let him pull it off her His hands moved around to fondle her breasts, through her bra. Emma began unbuttoning Jason’s shirt, pulling it free of his pants. She stepped back, toeing out of her sneakers and yanking her pants off. Jason pulled off his shirt dropping it to the floor. His eyes watched her intensely as she moved to the bed, removing her bra as she did. Clad in just her underwear she lay on the bed.
Jason removed his pants walking toward her, he lay down next to her. His hands moved over her body setting it a flame. His mouth came down on her breast, while his hand moved lower. Jason’s hand slid under the band of her underwear, his fingers dancing over her clit. She gasped, arching into his hand. While his mouth was hot and moist on her breast, his tongue teased her nipple.
His finger slid farther, gliding inside her. Emma let out a little whimper, as he added a second. Jason’s mouth moved from one breast to the other fastening on. His tongue brought her nipple erect. His fingers found that special spot, and began moving faster. She felt her body tighten, winding like a spring. Then it hit. Her pussy quivered, as she crested, her hips jerking. A cry exploded from her throat.
Jason let go of her breast, but his fingers kept moving bring another orgasm from her.
“Oh god.” She gasped, “Please…” His mouth on hers stop her from finishing what she was about to say.
A third intense orgasm left her breathless and her body trembling. She fell back on the bed, spent.
Jason smiled at her, removing his hand from her soaked panties. “Just like I thought you’re a squirter.”
She gave him a satisfied smile, as he pulled her underwear off. Wiping his hand on a dry spot, he tossed them to the floor. He moved between her legs, caressing her calves. Emma pulled a condom from the nightstand and opening it, then reached down, stroking his hard member. He groaned, she felt his cock pulse in her hand as she placed the condom on him. Jason pushed her hand away, and leaned down thrusting into her. She moaned, as he began moving in and out of her. Emma arched her hips, meeting his thrusts.
He held on to her hips, rolling over and pulling her on top of him. Jason thrusted into her harder and faster, he groaned, tensing. Emma fell on his chest, tired and content. She felt him running his fingers through her hair, and kiss the top of her head.
****
Emma woke wrapped in strong arms. She shifted, rolling over and remembering last night.
“Morning.” Jason murmured. His fingers danced over her stomach, brushing just under her breast then down to her slit. Jason leaned over, planting kisses along her collar bone. His lips moved down, taking her nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently. She gasped, as his fingers found their way between her lips and brushed her clit. Emma moaned, as he rubbed harder the friction, building a pleasurable tension in her. Jason flicked her nipple with his tongue, adding a wonderful charge to her pleasure.
Emma fisted her hand into Jason’s hair. “Please, just fuck me.”
He looked at her from where he was feasting on her breast, then let go. Taking his hand back he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, then he positioned himself between her legs. She groaned in pleasure as he entered her, moving in and out. Whimpering and mewling under him, she writhered trying to push him deeper. Clutching at him she pulled him close so his chest crushed her breasts. Jason held on to her hips, pounding into her, while kissing and nibbling her shoulders and neck.
The tension wound tighter in her womb, then suddenly peaked throwing her over the edge. Emma cried out shuddering under him, seconds later Jason groaned and trembled above her. Reluctantly Jason rolled off her, sighing Emma curled up under the blankets. After disposing of the condom Jason snuggled in next to her.
“We're going to have to get up at some point you know.” She muttered, enjoying the warmth.
“Mmm.” He agreed, yet made no move to get up.
****
Emma felt lighter than air as she danced across the stage. Every touch from Jason reminded her of the time they'd spent in her bed. By the time the final curtain fell she was more than ready to go back to her place for a repeat performance. Slipping into her dressing room, she began pulling off her costume. Behind her the door opened and clicked shut. Turning she found Jason still decked out in his costume. He grinned, and rushed her grabbing her about the waist and swinging her around.
“Whoa, big guy. Settle down.” She laughed as he set her on her feet.
“Sorry still jacked up on adrenaline.”
Putting her arms around his neck, she smiled. “I know a way to burn off some of that.”
His grin widen, and he kissed her.
The End!
Happy Holidays!
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