
Mixed Signals Page #42
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Later in the car...
"I have another suprise for you.."
"Really...?" I handed her a blindfold as her eyes lit up.
"Don't peek." I hopped on the interstate.
She leaned her head back and sung along to "Bad" by Wale with the blindfold on.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mya's P.o.v
I scratched my head as the car finally made a stop. I looked over at Dre even though I couldn't see him because of the blindfold. I heard the doors unlock, his door open, and a few seconds later my door opened. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the car, I got my balance together. Then my door was shut behind me. I held on tightly to his hand as he started walking. I heard keys shake... Where the hell are we? A door opened and then Dre locked it. We started walking again, it sounded like we were walking through a school.
"Dre where are we?"
"Shhhh just wait"
"Ok.."
We continued to walk as I held on tightly to his hand. I started to hear slow jams playing and I still had no clue where we were. I heard a door open then we took a few steps. Dre let go of my hand then I heard the door shut. Then I felt him hug me from behind.
"Baby you ready?" He whispered
"Yes Dre,"
"Baby I want you to dance for me." He whispered as he untied the blindfold. My eyes shot open and I looked around and almost started crying. A dance studio... I stared at myself in the wall to wall mirror as I pictured a younger version of myself dancing around my dance class thinking I was the sh*t. Then came the middle school verison of me, learning beyond the basics of dance. Next was high school . . My very last time dancing. I was in a school dance performance. . and now .. now. I wanted to cry because I'm just now noticing how much time I've spent without my passion. I should not have let anything get in the way of dancing.
"You alright baby?" He asked me.
"Yes I'm fine." I responded quickly.
"You sure?"
I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck as he hugged me back around my waist.
"Yes I'm sure"
"Ma I want to see you dance."
"I dont have anything to dance in." I said quietly.
"Yes you do.." I looked as he pointed to a corner. A corner full of brand new dance supplies. Three leotards, black and pink ballet shoes, dance shorts, fitted shirts, black and tan tights, and two dance bags.
My eyes swelled as the first tear fell. Oh my God. Bless this man's soul.
"Dre... I - I - I can't." I said crying a little. This man plays zero games.
"You can and you will."
"Thank you so much." I looked in his eyes and they told me to accept the gift. "Thank you so much baby "
"You welcome. Now wipe those tears and hurry that ass up." he smacked my ass and something came across me.
He want a show so I'll give him one.
I walked over to the new stuff and turned to look at Dre.
"What, I've seen you naked before." He said.
I zoned Dre out and looked through the stuff. I spotted a grey Nike sports bra and kept on my black panties. I decided to be comfortable while dancing for him.
I turned around and looked at him. His eyes were low, but he smirked. I started to change out of my birthday outfit.
"Sex Me" by R. Kelly came on as I was getting redressed. I'm about to kill it! I laughed to myself. I moved to the middle of the floor. I observed myself in the ceiling to floor mirror. I was looking damn good. I looked Dre in his eyes and I could tell he approved from how he was looking at me. I was gonna move like something straight from "Magic City Strip Club" but nothing wrong with a little role play.
I finally started to dance, keeping it a casual dance. I remember a dance that I made up my senior year for my future "man". Haha I guess that works out nicely.
I moved my hips to R. Kelly as he repeatedly said "sex me baby" . I tried to limit myself from looking at Dre, because he was turning me on to the max. Sitting there looking so yummy. I closed my eyes and tried to zone out the words so I can focus only on the beat. And thats exactly what happen. I zoned out. My eyes were closed tightly as I moved in a snake-like movement. I dropped it low and bounced a few times then brought my body back up slow. I opened my eyes to look at Dre. He was smiling and watching closely. Turning to face him to give a better tease. I started to touch my body in all the places, except where I needed to be touched the most. I'll save those places for Dre's hands. I grabbed my hips and moved from side to side as I waited for the next song to come on.
"Body Party" by Ciara came on and I started doing the dance same dance she did in the video, but I do it better. Not throwing any salt on Ciara's name because she can dance her ass of. But my curvy body doing these moves is putting her moves and body to SHAME!
"Boy you should know that your love, is alway on my mind.... "
I dropped it low again and grinded my hips then I turned on my knees and started crawling towards Dre. Holding his gaze I felt my p*ssy get wet.
"Ooh Na Na Na" by Lil Jon and Oobie came on.
I stopped crawling to him and let the song take me away. I raised up and now I was just on my knees in front of him. Rotating my hips, licking my lips, and keeping eye contact. I sung the words.....
"Ohh Na Na Na , I'm so horny and I want you to f*** me. . I'm tired of masturbating , got my body shaking.. No organism faking with me..."
I crawled the whole way to him then climbed on his lap. HARD. His dick. Have mercy. Its like it gets bigger every time I come in contact with it.
"You want me to f*** you Ma?" I asked ready to show his worth. I didn't reply because I was enjoying the moment. My eyes shot open when I felt his hand grab my p*ssy.
"You don't hear me?" He said.
"Yes." I said softly.
"Yes what ?"
"Yes I hear you."
"You want me to f*** you?" He said again, this time more aggressively.
"Yes." I said wanting him more.
"Yes what?" He said rubbing my hard nipples through my bra.
No reply..
I felt him move my panties to the side.
"Why you being difficult Ma?" He smirked feeling how wet I was.
"I'm not."
"Tell me what you want then."
"I want you to make me cum." I said before I could even stop myself.
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