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After Pete woke up we decided to see what was in the house for lunch. After a search of the fridge and pantry we decided on tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. But, it was homemade soup and the sandwiches were on rustic sourdough bread and a good sharp cheddar cheese. As we sat at the kitchen table eating, Pete asked me about my dancing. I told him the basics, started ballet at three, wanted to be a ballerina until I started art classes. Stopped ballet at sixteen to spend more time in art classes. But I missed dancing so much I took a belly dancing class my first year in college. I enjoyed it so much I kept at it.

“If you take classes, why haven’t you been to one since I got here?”

“I didn’t want to miss any time with you while you’re here. I let my instructor know I wouldn't be there last week or this week.” I told him.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you had gone to it.” he assured me.

“But I would have.” I said as I flashed a smile at him.

“I would’ve liked to see you dance.” He told me a bit shyly.

“Really? Ok. I can dance for you. But, if I do that, then it has to be done properly.” I told him.

“What do you mean properly?”

“I mean, costume, makeup, all that. And a real dance, not a striptease.” I glanced out the window of the kitchen and saw that the rain had stopped. “Tell you what, after we eat, you go take the dogs for a good long walk and I’ll get ready. Then when you get back, I’ll dance for you.”

The look on his face was unreadable to me. But I'm pretty sure he was getting a bit excited at the thought of having a private dance. He just nodded in agreement.

After lunch he went up and got dressed to take the dogs out. I gave him my keys and told him to give me at least twenty minutes. Then I ran up to my room and started to get ready. I have an older costume that I like to call my witchy costume. It’s one that I have performed in before, but we’ve changed up what we dance in this year at the restaurant. My dance instructor is friends with the family that owns a very good, and expensive Moroccan restaurant just over the river in Alexandria Virginia. They have dancers every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night. If we dance at the restaurant at least once a month, we get a discount on our lessons that month. I try to do it at least once every two weeks. It’s fun.

The witchy dance costume was one we wore a few years ago, but it’s my favorite so I still have it. It’s black and dark midnight blue with gold and silver moons and stars embroidered over the fabric. And lots of dangly stars that move and jingle as you dance. The skirt part is made in a way that’s called a scarf skirt. It looks just like it sounds. The top is really just a very elaborate push up bra. Made out of the same material as the skirt, and lots of moons and stars sewn onto it that dangle and tinkle when you move.

I put on the skirt and top and a pair of skimpy black lace panties. I knew what this was going to lead to, and it excited me. I brushed out my hair and put on all the jewelry that goes with this outfit. I put on heavy eye makeup, flicking my eyeliner in a cat's eye. Then I put on my dark red lipstick. I looked good in this costume and I knew it.

I had a warm up routine that I've done countless times. It’s something we do in class all the time. But I found out a year or so ago that it matches up with Prince's Darling Nikkie quite well. For a dance that was going to be nothing but sex, you couldn’t get a better song.

I moved the chair for my desk over to the center of my studio area right in front of the divide between bedroom and studio.

I was just waiting for Pete to get back. I got a text a few minutes later from Pete asking if he could come back yet. I answered that he could come back any time. I heard the front door open just a few seconds later. I sent him another text letting him know he was to get comfortable and sit on the chair in the studio. I could hear him coming up the stairs.

Pete entered my room and headed for the chair. “Ok, I’m here and ready for this.” he said.

I had the song queued up and was just behind the bookcase where he couldn’t see me. I hit play on the CD player, and stepped into the archway so he could see me. I had my back to him so he could actually see the way I moved my hips. Darling Nikki started with a slow beat that’s easy to move to, as the chorus starts it gets faster the better to shimmy your hips to, this repeats three times in the song. I stepped closer to him with each refrain. I did hip circles, corkscrew turns, chest drops, chest pops, belly flutters, the full routine. By the end of the song, I was just inches from Pete. He had kept his hands to himself for the duration of the dance. It was obvious he appreciated the show I was giving him.

As soon as the music stopped he reached out for me. I let him take hold of my hips and pull me the last few inches to him. He looked up at me from his position and said, “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He pressed his mouth to my abdomen, dropping feather light kisses starting at my navel, moving to my left hip where my tattoo started. He liked that one a lot and paid special attention to it. His grip on my hips tightened and he pulled me down onto his lap.

“Would you like to grind with me?” I asked him.

“Will you leave the costume on?”

I flashed a wicked smile at him, “You can take my panties off, and I'll leave everything else on.”

Pete pushed me out of his lap and stood up, never letting go of my hips as he did so. He kissed me hard and deep as his hands dropped down into my skirt and found my panties. He pulled them off faster than I thought possible. I fumbled with his belt and button on his jeans. After getting his pants open I reached in and found he was very ready for me. I was ready for him too. Sex with this man was better than any I’d had before. He could just touch me or kiss me and I was ready for him. I pushed down his pants enough to allow easy access to him.

“Sit down,” I said to him. He only nodded and sat back down. I moved my skirts out of the way, straddled his legs and lowered myself onto him. Then, I processed to use all the same hip movements I has just used in the dance to fuck the shit of of him. After both of us had orgasmed, he just held me tight and wouldn’t let me up right away. I was fine with that. I didn’t want to get up either. He had both arms around my waist, and I had mine around his neck. My face was buried in his hair, his was on my shoulder.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, woman?” He asked.

“I think I’m starting to get an idea.” I answered him.

We did get up, and I did take the costume off. He stripped out of his clothes and we headed for the bed. We took our time, and continued to please and explore each other some more.

We had just one more full day left together before he would leave, and both of us wanted to spend every second of it together. Naked and in bed together if possible.

On that last day before Pete had to leave, he got a call from his Mom. He took it without leaving the room. I was willing to leave and give him some privacy, but he stopped me. He said he didn’t mind if I heard what he had to say to her.

They talked about when he would get in the next day, if someone needed to pick him and Hemmy up from the airport or if he was renting a car. And apparently, she asked about me. I heard him tell her that he was sorry he wasn’t home yet, but that he needed to spend some time with me while he could. No, this was different. No, I wasn’t like any other girl. No, he wasn’t spending all his money on me. In fact, the only money he has spent in the last week was when he and Andy went out and picked up coffee and pastries for the house the other morning. Yes, he would like very much for us to meet. And the most important thing, that when he was with me he could sleep. He trusted me and was so comfortable with me that he actually slept six to eight hours at a time. And, even more important, no nightmares.

Tuesday came all too fast for us. Andy and Pete were both leaving that morning to go home. Ash and I offered to take the boys to the airport, but they had declined. They wanted to be able to say goodbye to us in private. We all knew this was going to be emotional, and they both wanted to be free with what they said and did.

The four of us were in the living room making sure the guys had everything, and were ready to go. Hemmy was on his leash, and Pete’s bags were all packed.

We were standing, holding each other, trying not to cry as we said farewell.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get to Mom and Dad’s.” Pete told me.

“Don’t feel like you have to rush, spend some time with your folks. They want to see you too.” I told him, “But call once you're settled in.”

The look on his face was killing me. He didn’t want to go, and I didn’t want him to leave.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I’ll be out there soon. It’s only a few weeks away.” I reminded him.

“It’s not soon enough.”

“I know. Just let me know the date you’ll be back in California after Christmas, and I’ll be there the next day. I’ll stay so long you’ll be ready for me to leave.” I told him as I hugged him tight. I was trying very hard not to cry. I didn’t want that to be the last memory of our time together.

“Never. I never want you to leave. You could stay forever and I wouldn’t get tired of you.” He assured me. He kissed and then hugged me. I had my head buried in his neck and my arms around his waist. He had his face in my hair.

“I don’t want to say it,” I told him.

“Then we won’t” he answered. So we didn’t, neither one of us actually said the word “goodbye”.

The cab we had called for pulled up and beeped the horn to let us know it was there. We all pulled away from each other and I opened the front door. Ash and I helped the boys out with all their bags and got everything in the car.

I said my goodbye to Andy and gave him a hug. I told him he had better take care of himself so Ash didn’t worry too much. He promised he would and that he would be back for a visit when he could. Ash got a hug from Pete as she said goodbye to him. We wished them safe travels and waved as the cab pulled away from the curb.

Once the cab was out of sight, Ash and I turned to go inside. I’m sure the expression on my face was mirrored by what I saw on hers. She was just as unhappy with Andy leaving as I was about Pete. The two of them were very happy together. This separation was going to be hard for them too.

Ash had to work that afternoon and I needed to go take care of some errands. Grocery shopping was the most important one. I was responsible for all the desserts for Thanksgiving. Cloud was going to cook a few sides as well, so I needed to get the pies done today.

Later that night Pete called me. He was safely settled in his old bedroom. His flight had been fine. His parents were happy to see him and the dog. His sister and brother were there already and had been after him about who he had just spent a week with. Typical sibling teasing. He was happy to see them all, but he wished I was there with him.

I didn’t sleep that night. I tried to, but I ended up getting out of bed and just painted. While he was here, sleep came easily. But without him next to me, my insomnia was back and worse than ever.