Lizzie joins a dance class at a local college to get ready for her friend’s wedding, but finds an unexpected connection while giving her all to the training.

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Lizzie wasn’t a big fan of dancing. That dislike started a long time ago when she first learned that she wasn’t as graceful or as smoothly moving as she imagined she was. She used to dance in her room, back when she was still a little girl, and not care about how she looked, but as time went by, she noticed that when she would dance out in public she would receive smiles, laughs, and sarcastic comments. Maybe that was a moment when she lost her desire to ever try and dance in public again, but things changed once she was invited to her best friend's wedding. After they discussed the future happy union, Lizzie learned that she was going to be a part of a big dance choreography that involved bridesmaids and groomsmen. She wasn’t too thrilled about it, but she couldn’t disappoint her best friend, not when she put so much thought into putting it all together. There was only one option for Lizzie moving forward - she needed to get over her fears and learn not to think about what people thought or talked about while watching her dance. 

Soon she found dance lessons class in a local college. She wasn’t enthusiastic about the classes, but she didn’t have another choice but to go there and conquer her fears. She gained one more as soon as she stepped foot inside. Most of the people either came there with their partners or already found a companion for their dances, which left Lizzie all alone to deal with the choreography which was clearly created for couples only. But there was one good thing in all of it - the dance teacher, Grant, was more than willing to be her partner during the parts of the class when they needed to move together and Lizzie was grateful for it. 

If Lizzie was honest, with time she started to enjoy the classes. And not just because she was getting better at it and was starting to feel more confident in her moves, but also because she immensely enjoyed being close to Grant. Not only was he kind and had a great sense of humor, but he was also attractive. He had strong features, bright blue eyes, a sweet smile, and a toned body with subtle muscles. Every time Lizzie would put her hand on his arm she would feel thrilled to feel those muscles moving under her palm, though she tried to get those thoughts out of her head. She didn’t want to ruin their good working partnership with a silly crush. But soon she realized that it was inevitable after all. 

During one of the classes where they were learning more advanced moves, she couldn’t get it right no matter how much she tried. Lizzie was getting frustrated and letting it out on everyone around her. She didn’t want to go back to being a loser, to being someone who was afraid to dance in front of people, but she knew that if she wasn’t able to get it right she’d go back into her shell and nothing would change. By the end of the class, she still hadn’t made any progress.

Lizzie was happy to leave and not think about her failure, but Grant stopped her and asked her to stay for a talk. She almost groaned out loud hearing it. She didn’t want to hear about how terrible she was any longer, but it seemed that her plans were going to be ignored. 

Soon the other students left, and Lizzie was left alone with Grant in the studio. She tried not to look at him, but it was too hard to do considering that every wall of the studio was covered in mirrors that reflected everything in front of them many times over. 

Grant stepped closer to Lizzie and, with the same kind smile on his lips, asked what was happening with her. She shook her head, still refusing to look at him until she gave up. She let it all out - about her insecurity, about her fears, about how much she wanted to succeed. Grant listened to her closely and nodded as if he truly did understand her, though Lizzie knew that it was impossible. 

He told her that there was no point in beating herself up, that she could easily do everything, she might’ve just needed a bit more training and he was more than happy to provide it. Lizzie didn’t want to try again to repeat her fail, but Grant insisted and soon they were back in position again. And she failed again. 

She groaned, pulling her arms away and stepping back. She told Grant to forget about it, that she’ll keep failing that move no matter what, but he was the one getting insistent at that point. He stepped closer to Lizzie and told her that all of it was just in her head, that things would change once she relaxed and embraced her true grace. Lizzie wasn’t buying it. She claimed that there was no way she could relax when she knew that she was going to fail the next moment. Grant smiled, promising that he would prove her wrong. 

With these words, he moved to stand behind Lizzie and put his hands on her shoulders. He noticed just how tense she was and started to lightly massage her arms. As frustrated as Lizzie was, she couldn’t deny that it felt nice. And who would’ve refused to get a massage from a guy as attractive as Grant was? She closed her eyes, trying to feel the relaxation fill her body, but it seemed that she was far too tense to make it happen. Grant’s touches were getting almost painful and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Lizzie turned back, to look at him, to tell Grant that all of it wasn’t working, when he caught her lips with his. Lizzie felt as if she was melting. She turned her body to him, ending up in Grant’s arms, feeling the warmth and softness of his lips on hers, his tongue lightly pushing into her mouth. As attractive as Lizzie was to Grant, she didn’t expect that he would return those feelings and give her even the smallest chance to get closer to him. But, as they kissed, her need for him grew and she wasn’t going to deny herself pleasure in enjoying it.

Lizzie put her arms around his neck, dipping her fingers into his thick, soft hair. Their kiss was getting hotter, and heavier, and she felt her back pressing into the handrail as Grant pushed her against it. It was turning into much more than a kiss, but Lizzie didn’t care. When she felt Grant’s hands running up and down her body, she knew that she wanted it, she needed it, and there was nothing that could’ve stopped them at that point. 

Grant kissed her neck, and her jaw, moving down her body. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and leggings, but the latter ones were soon gone, thanks to Grant. When he pulled at her panties, Lizzie just told him to do it quicker and Grant smiled. It seemed that he wanted it to happen as well. He grabbed one of Lizzie’s legs and pulled it over his shoulder, opening her up even wider in front of him. 

Grant moved his head closer to her pussy, inhaling the aroma of her arousal. Lizzie was tense when he put his hands around her thighs but Lizzie knew that he was more than capable of making that tension go away. She looked down at Grant, enjoying the view. 

As soon as his tongue made its way up from Lizzie’s hole up to her tense clit she moaned out. It felt too good to keep quiet. Grant started to tease her with the tip of his tongue, touching her clit, running it through her wet folds, allowing her to feel just enough to keep her on the edge, but not enough to push her over it. Her legs were shaking and her moans turning louder and louder each time his tongue made his way over her slit and it was like music to his ears. Lizzie asked him for more, she needed more, and Grant was happy to oblige. 

He pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit and folds, lapping at her, teasing her with more intention than before. She moaned louder, her breathing turning heavy.

Lizzie pulled at his hair, then harder, asking for more, but he kept teasing her in the same rhythm, torturing her with that pleasure. Lizzie asked she begged for the release, and Grant was finally willing to give it to her. 

He moved his tongue to her hole and pushed it inside. He was licking her inner walls, filling her over and over, as Lizzie cried out in desperation, in need of more friction which he was happy to give her. She was already on the edge but needed a little more of a push to fall into the pleasure waiting for her. Lizzie looked up, at the mirror, at countless images of Grant tasing her in the middle of the class. It was all that she needed to feel a hot wave run through her body, making her feel sated and weak, leaving her body and legs shaking more than ever before. 

She was still breathing hard when Grant put her leg back on the floor, leaving her standing on her own. Lizzie wondered if he needed to be taken care of when she noticed a bulge in his pants. 

She turned her back to him, holding onto the handrail, looking into a mirror, while Grant took his pants off and put on a condom. Lizzie was waiting for him, with her ass perked up and her breathing still heavy from the last orgasm she experienced. 

She grabbed the handrail harder when Grant moved to stand behind her and she felt his tip touching her entrance. It was going to be something amazing, she could already feel it. 

Grant’s cock filled her perfectly, making Lizzie moan and whimper as she felt him move inside her, giving her something she didn’t know she needed. She looked in the mirror, which was getting cloudy because of their hot breaths, and so her own face, twisted in pleasure, and Grant’s, clearly enjoying her body. Lizzie smiled. It was a great picture. A perfect one, if she would say so.

The harmony of their bodies continued as they kept moving together, Grant moving inside Lizzie, making her feel surges of pleasure each time she pushed her hips back and took him deeper. Her mind was starting to get clouded, her legs shaking again, her clit aching. She never experienced orgasms so close together and wasn’t sure if her body was ready for it, but even if it wasn’t, it was going to happen anyway. 

Lizzie moaned out, her palms pressing against the mirror, leaving sweaty marks on the surface. Grant was thrusting even faster inside her, but she didn’t care. She felt that hot, pulling sensation inside her, that was better than any other sensation in her life. She kept whimpering as Grant continued to push into her, taking his share of pleasure. When he was done, he pressed his head to her back, still breathing heavily. 

Teasingly, Lizzie looked at his face in reflection and asked if she felt more relaxed now in his opinion. Grant looked right back at her and smiled, saying that she might need to go through his sessions a couple more times to make the result last. Lizzie agreed with him.