Marguerite Lets Me Dance Behind Her (Part 4)

The Blonde In Front Of Me

It was a new day and a new world on the stage that night as I let myself be free upon that stage. The girls that were optimistically eyeing me whilst I was talking and dancing with Lyssa saw no reason to be sheltering anymore. Rather, I feel that the girls who liked me throughout the night finally thought to themselves after seeing me dancing on Lyssa “Hey I’ll have what she’s having”. Nevertheless, the girls had to wait for Lyssa to first leave my side and as she left from her bettered night the hopefuls thought “I’ll have a piece of that thank you”.

The first remarkable breaking of my long awaited second virginity was imminently flirting itself in front of me. For one whole year since Lyssa and I broke up, I hadn’t gone as far as to kiss a girl at a dance club let alone touch her or dance up on her. Before Friday I would have been anxiously thinking “What should I say to her” but my fateful meeting with Lyssa forever changed my hesitant ways.

A minute after Lyssa left my side in a small hurry another blonde and her friends graced the stage in front of us. Dancing around half a meter in front of me, I felt like she was dancing in front of me because she wanted me to try something on her, anything. For half an hour I stood behind her, edging closer with my wild dancing, having her best friend looking back at me inspiringly a couple of times.

I had everyone in Chevy’s vouching for me, no shit. They were all willing me forth to try something on this girl. Johnnie was looking over at me from the front portion of the stage, mimicking with his hands as if to say “Go for it man, what are you waiting for, she’s standing there waiting for some of your affection”. Travis and Gemma were eagerly egging me on as well, probably in full view of the girl I was dancing behind.

The Whole Club Cheers

Each time I looked back at Ace and his brother Nero he would smile at me and nudge his head forward as if to say “Go for it”. Ace even went to the extent of grabbing my hands and trying to force them around her hips but such forwardness wasn’t my scene. Tyler was looking at me curiously, with a touch of envy I thought as he danced across the room.

When I was dancing with Lyssa I urged Tyler to come over and dance with us remembering that Lyssa told me he had an alright body but loved himself when she watched our home movie. Lyssa was even urging him over but he didn’t make the venture, he was too shy at the time. Each direction I turned my head, there was always a guy looking at me as if to repeat the thoughts and directions of everyone else who was pledging for me to step out and try something.

Even Jonas from work extended his hand over a couple of guys just to shake my hand and to nudge me on with his stares at the girl in front of me. Everyone was enthusiastic for my find and it was as if all of them had hired me a stripper and everyone was screaming out “Touch her tits, get your money’s worth”.

Asking Before I Touch

Finally, I snapped out of my pessimistic reticence and decided to take a small leap into uncertainty. Moving in the same direction and style as she was when dancing, I would be right up on her from behind, looking down vigorously at her wild body with accepting eyes. Her friend that was standing right next to her and look back at me to what I interpreted confusingly.

Each time my hands swayed from side to side I would lightly touch the girl in front of me on her hips or her waist, just short of holding her around the waist. This did give me some confidence yet I wasn’t dashed when she would grab my hand once or twice and usher it away from her waist. With her friend looking back at me again I had the feeling that I was testing the waters and the girl didn’t appreciate my dancing behind her but I knew she was in front of me because she had noticed me beforehand.

Maybe it was the fact that she could see everyone willing me on to touch her up and my pushed attempt, urged by everyone’s determination. If it was my old self a couple of hours beforehand I would have resigned myself to intimidation, thinking that everyone had seen her slight and purposeful rejections. However, this was the new me and yet, not forceful, it was my courteous words that won her over…

The point of true confidence came to me not when I was allowed to grab her upon the waist consistently but when I looked behind me to espy whom I thought was Ace. Glancing through the dark, this guy looked almost like Ace in posture and hairstyle and I kept my intrigue upon him for two or three seconds longer than usual as to the resemblance. Taking a glance over at Ace who was by his side I wondered if the both of them were friends.

With a big smile on this guy’s face, he shun his eyes upon my way and said “Go for it, stop teasing her with your dick”. Such an enlightening and optimistic view of my taking such a long time chiseled a well deserved spot in my mind. This guy seemed like a sick cunt himself and inspired by his words alone, I admitted them to my actions. Stepping forth and breaching the millimeters already between us, I leant over to hear welcoming ear and whispered “If you don’t want me to touch you, you can tell me to go”.

Simple as this opener was, she turned around with her sweet face and replied to what words I thought were “No, it’s alright, just as long as you dance”. Nodding my head I leant back and took a look at Ace and everyone else who all breathed a sigh of bliss. Ace threw his fist up into the air beckoning my strong run home and that one exchange of words wasn’t the end of our night.

Her Name Is Marguerite

“What’s your name” I asked her as I lent forward again. Praying to God that I wouldn’t forget her name as I tend to be forgetful in such instances, I put on my positive remembrance as she uttered “My name’s Marguerite”. Explaining her appearance, she had blonde hair past her shoulders, blue eyes and a slight round shape to her face. Her body was great, skinny and she had a great waist and probably a size B cup. Dressing to what style I admire, it was the sense of her personality upon seeing her which attracted me.

Figuring that she was down to earth, she didn’t look like the kind of girl who would dance up on a guy. Rather, she looked like she was more or less there to dance and somehow, I knew that she would be single. Turns out that my hunch was correct as I got to talk to her. Her intentions not to have me touching her up were evident with her moving my hands without making a scene. She fitted the personality I liked of a woman and what’s more, she looked Macedonian.

Marguerite didn’t mind me holding her hips forth from our speaking to each other. As I danced behind her I urged her hand around so that she could dance with me and at first she declined my offer. “There’s not enough room back here to dance, if you turn around I’ll feel better” I noted but as she made a space for me next to her it was all the more pleasing. Further into our conversation as we busted grooves together, I found out that she came from Ingleburn and after my asking if she was Macedonian she noted she was Australian.

However, she noted that her last name was German, advising me that I would probably think it was weird. Regardless, she went to the extremes of spelling it for me and although I can’t remember the spelling I remember it was an unusual name. Smooth charm was alluring like perfume from my body that night and as I wiped my face with my shirt (A trick Lyssa had taught me Friday night) I urged her to turn and dance with me. Finally, my wish came true as Marguerite created a greater belief in myself.

Modesty pursued even though we went to the extremes of intertwining legs and rubbing upon each other. Because I am naïve to theses types of situations, it is only now that I realize I probably should have had my hand around her waist, leaning backwards and arching my head forward whilst looking hungrily into her eyes. Nevertheless, that full fledge of force wasn’t owned by me yet, give me time and patience. Marguerite and I shared most of the night together amongst each others company but because of my being new again at this game, I didn’t have the plentiful moves to secure anything for the night.

She Steps Off For A Drink

In the whole time we were together and dancing upon each other we both felt comfortable, that never changed. After an hour of our dancing together she kindly noted that she was stepping off the stage to get a drink. Feeling that she wouldn’t return I stated my belief and was grateful to hear her so convincingly note “No, we’ll be back up here a little later”, to dance the night away…

I didn’t want to sound too desperate by following her around and I didn’t want to be my former self. Even though I kept thinking that it would be great if the both of us got together at the end of the night, I didn’t want to conjure the thoughts that my first girl picked up at a club would be my next girlfriend. Therefore, against my better judgment, I eased back my perseverance, not acting headlong into my optimism and allowing her room to breathe.

Marguerite looked great and she had the right attitude but looking into her eyes, I knew that I wanted something more for a relationship. Furthermore, she was far too respectful to take advantage of and I’m not the kind of guy that can just pick up a girl, take her home, fuck her and not care about her feelings the next day. Rather, if we were to get together, I would sustain some sort of relationship with her, a female friendship that could involve lustful anticipation.

However, this would only work if she wanted the same thing. Right now, I don’t want to tie myself down with another girlfriend unless she is utterly the right person. I want to play the field, explore who I am and fulfill the earlier and best years of my life. I have the personality to accumulate many female friendships and I have the liberating premise that one of those girls will lead to a lasting relationship.