Nipples
I like to consider myself as a good teacher. There is one thing that gets me though. Nipples. I swear the leotards the students have to wear outline the breasts in a way that is meant to catch everyone's attention. I shake them out of my head for the most part. Most of the students I can ignore because I don't find them attractive at all. Grace on the other hand captures my attention. She has amazing skills when it comes to dancing and she an amazing body. Her personality needs tons of work though. She is cocky and rude.
When she asked me for my attention I gave it to her. We were in the studio for hours. Everything I taught her she nailed the first time she tried. She was actually nice company outside of class. Damnit. I had tried so hard not to fall for a student and now here I was doing exactly that. It was the duet pieces. Touching her and having her work so closely to me and have it be fluid and graceful… Damn.
When I got home my wife was making supper. I set my bag by the door "Well it happened" I say as I come over to where she is. I lean on the bar and she shakes her head "I told you it would." Allow me to explain. We have an open relationship. Not one where we can be with whoever we want to be with, but one where we are completely honest with each other. I told her about my life and she told me about hers. While I would never act upon the urges we both agreed that there was zero harm in having them as long as we were honest.
The next class I focused on not looking at her nipples. I caught a few glimpses, but I don't think it was obvious. We also had a session after class. We practiced hard and I kept my distance from her. I didn't want to lay hands on her for fear I may pop a boner. My phone rang and Grace beat me too it and answered it. It was that kind of thing that made it easier to ignore the attraction I felt for her.
"Hello?" I say after Grace hands me my phone back. "Was that her? The student?" Charlie asks. I smile "Yes" I respond as I walk out the door. "She sounds perky." I shake my head, if only she knew. We continued the call for a moment before I realized she was only calling to get info on Grace. "I'll see you when I get home" I say before hanging up. When I come back into the room Grace is lying on the floor with her legs propped up on the bear, slightly spread. I could take her right then if I hadn't any constraint.
"Shall we continue?" Grace asks as she begins to get up "No, I think we have done enough for the night." She was good and she had the routine down to a perfect T, but if it got her to stay longer, if I joined her in a dance I wasn't sure just how much control I had. I'd never cheat on my wife, but I couldn't control my boners. When I got home I told my wife all about Grace. That was when she came up with a possible solution.