Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... and some teaching. David being tender and thoughtful with soft hugs or hard fucks, whatever I needed.

"Do you wish you had grown up in Toledo?" he asked me one evening, looking surprised when I shook my head.

"No, I wouldn't have had dance. Or Drew."

"I guess that's true," he tailed off on a massive yawn.

"Sorry, am I keeping you up. Should I leave, you can get your beauty sleep." We were hunkered down at David's tonight.

He grinned. "Sorry, last night ended up later than I expected."

"How was dinner at Robbie's?"

"Entertaining," he grinned. "Frankie and Cam were invited as well."

I shook my head, "What is going on with those two?"

"Dance partners?" David tried for innocence, but his smiled widened. I narrowed my eyes at him and he laughed.

"Robbie and Mia surprised them at rehearsal last week. Found them rolling about on the floor."

"I knew it," I cried. "That fucking Argentine Tango. I knew something was going on."

"Hmm, I saw a rehearsal a couple of days before Paris. It was pretty hot."

"It was incendiary," I moaned. "I was trying to scribble in my notepad while balancing it on my lap during the competition just to hide how fucking turned on I was. I'm meant to be impartial," I complained as David cracked up.

"Then when we were talking through the scores, Kirsty is like 'Armenia, you need to get a bigger notepad!' I nearly strangled her. It's not funny," I insisted as David roared with laughter. "I was trying to be ...

... discreet."

"They're at the besotted stage, and both kinda surprised at themselves, it's quite cute," David told me, still sniggering.

"How well do you know Cam?" I asked.

"Before Frankie got hurt I had only met him once, hardly at all. I had a feeling though, he was very protective when that happened. He's a nice guy, great with the kids."

"Yea?"

"Hmmm. Danny jumped on him the second they walked through the door. 'Cam, you gotta sit here so I can do your hair.' Bossy little sod. But Cam just sat right down and let him get on with it. Danny loves hair. Mandy gets him to do that, er, French plait when she goes out. He loves it, struts around looking all proud of himself."

"I thought they were pretty young?" I asked, confused.

"Yea, not far off four now, but Danny loves hair, natural talent. I think he's going to be one of those celebrity hairdressers that get flown in for the Oscars on a private jet!"

"Three thousand to trim your bangs in time for the cameras," I grinned.

"Bangs?" David looked confused.

I waved my hands in front of my face, "Yea, like here. Bangs."

"Oh, a fringe."

"Yea. You never heard that?"

"Never in my life," David chuckled. "Well Cam's 'bangs' looked cool last night. I have a picture." He pulled out his phone and I giggled at the image of Cam with about nine plaits of varying size and neatness sticking up and out of his head, or falling around like they were drunk. They were all ended with a heavy brightly colored bead.

"Well, ...