Dexter moved through the dance steps at half speed. I could hear two beats of the music for every step we took. He wasn't holding me very tight, which was probably good, because I was sure I was about to mis-step and step on his foot every time. He was patient with me, repeating the steps over and over slowly.
I was getting more sure of my feet going in the right direction. Dexter drew me closer to his body and we danced slowly a little while longer. I was getting into the swing of it, and not having to watch my feet. I was starting to feel the music.
I felt something else too. It was an unmistakable bulge pressing against my hip.
"I think I'm ready, Dex. Take this to tempo. Let's see if I keep up."
I was getting more sure of my feet going in the right direction. Dexter drew me closer to his body and we danced slowly a little while longer. I was getting into the swing of it, and not having to watch my feet. I was starting to feel the music.
I felt something else too. It was an unmistakable bulge pressing against my hip.
"I think I'm ready, Dex. Take this to tempo. Let's see if I keep up."