Chicago in September.

The wedding rehearsal was a disaster. I was hoping to be paired with someone who at least matched my energy during the formal dance, but that wasn’t the case. September was dancing like she had two left feet—they were two pretty ass feet, but that’s beside the point. I, Chicago on the other hand, am a Delta, so I wanted to strut and really show out for the reception dance, but that would cause me to outshine her, no-rhythm-having ass. How did I get stuck being partnered with the prude, awkward, bridesmaid?

Sam and Erika’s wedding was less than 2 weeks away and with September being my partner, I wasn’t sure if we’d be ready in time. It seemed like all the other duos had it together, except us. I tried guiding her and told her to follow my lead, but even then, she couldn’t grasp the cadence. We only knew each other through our mutual friends, so I tried not to be too bossy or controlling, giving her the wrong idea about me, but if I had a dime for every time baby stepped on my toes with those pointy-ass heels, I’d have my tux paid off…shit.

“Why would ya’ll pair me with ol’ girl?”

“Who, September? She just needs a little practice”, Erika explained, defending her friend.

“Yeah, she just needs a little practice. Handle that”, Sam added, and winked.

“We’re going to get something to eat and maybe shoot pool, so follow us. September is riding with you, Chicago”, said Erika.

“Well, damn…just offer my services”, I replied, sarcastically.

Waiting outside of the venue, September came out in a change of clothes. As simple as her outfit was, she looked sexy as hell. Her jeans hugged her in all the right places, showing off her curves and her thigh gap, that lead up to a little something that sat just right in the front, and in the back. I opened the car door for her and peeped the distressed rip she had in the back of her jeans, slightly exposing her right butt cheek. I caught a whiff of her soft, sweet scent as she got in the car. I got in on my side and eyed her up and down…again. “Damn…” I thought to myself.

September sat in the passenger seat, quietly looking out the window as we followed the group to our next destination.

“Look, I know I can’t dance, but just work with me”, September admitted, breaking the awkward silence.

I tried to hold my laughter in, but I couldn’t help myself!

“I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything and I didn’t mean to laugh like that, but since you brought it up, let’s talk about it and how we can work towards improvement”.

The way she turned her head from looking out the window to looking at me, lets me know that I said something right. She sat there and stared at me until the corners of her mouth led to a smile.

“Wow, you actually smile?” I asked jokingly. “That’s a first.”

September smirked, “I feel like every wedding rehearsal had me so uptight and anxious because I was so nervous about what you thought about me. Smiling and actually enjoying the moment didn’t even come to mind, honestly.”

“Well, I hope I changed that for you”, I said, giving her direct eye contact. “We still have 2 weeks to spare, so, I mean, if you want to come over, we can rehearse more, you know, in a more private setting, where there’s not so much attention on you, if that makes you feel better.”

September sat there in silence for a few seconds, making me feel like I might’ve made her uneasy until she responded, “Yeah, I would love that”.

“Okay, cool”.

On our way to eat, I let her connect her Bluetooth to the car so she could be the DJ for the next fifteen minutes. The first song she played was Sky Dweller by EST Gee. It was at that very moment, I knew she passed the vibe check and I trusted her musical judgment thereafter.

“Oh, so you’re a gangster, huh?” I laughed, watching the road, and watching her too.

“I mean, if that’s what you want to call me”.

We both laughed and started rapping the lyrics to every song. I definitely got her to be more comfortable with me, which is what I initially wanted—that way, we can actually be on one accord during the wedding and reception. Although at this point, I wanted to get to know her even more, beyond the wedding. It’s not our first time hanging out, but it is our first time being alone, one-on-one. Any other time I saw her was if Erika invited her to hang out with us as a group, so the opportunity was never presented, nor thought of.

We finally arrived at a spot that served food and had activities, so this place was right up everyone’s alley.

“Do you shoot pool?” I asked September.

“I haven’t in a while, so I might be a little rusty. Do you think you can help me out?”

“Hell ye—I mean, yeah, yeah, I can help you, sweetheart”.

We all agreed to eat first because we were starving. September and I both ordered the same thing: steak, a baked potato, and steamed broccoli.

“Great minds think alike”, I stated.

September disagreed, “Nah, you just want to be like me, but it’s cute though”.

We all found her comment funny and everybody started clowning me, which turned into a mini roast session—killing time while we waited for our entrees.

The table talk faded into background noise as I admired her sitting next to me. Her personality was bomb, she was beautiful, and had a sassiness about her, too—just what I like. I couldn’t help but notice how much she let her guard down. She exuded the most confidence I’ve ever seen in her. The shit was attractive as fuck. I’ve never looked at her in this way, but it made me want to shoot my shot and see where things can go.

Our food arrived and everything looked and smelled so good.

“Fuck”, September exclaimed.

She dropped her knife on the floor.

I scooted my chair closer to her. “Don’t worry about it. I got you”.

I felt her eyes and everyone else’s watching me as I began cutting her steak.

“How do you want your potato? You want sour cream and butter? Do you need salt and pepper?”

She began blushing and answered, “Yes, please, all that.”

We finished up our meals, I packed her leftovers, and we headed to the pool tables on the opposite side of the eating area.

Erika and Sam played against September and me. Stephan and Lauri played against Trey and Melanie on a different table.

“I like to hit it hard”, I told September, “No pun intended.”

“Do you, now?” she asked.

“Yeah, I do, but I also like to be gentle, depending on which angle I’m hitting it from or what hole I’m trying to shoot it in.”

She giggled and I couldn’t help but notice her breast bounce when she did. Her nipples were hard, piercing through her shirt, making me even harder.

We let September break and she damn near broke her back.

“Here, let me show you how it’s done”, I insisted.

I came behind her and pressed my body onto hers, ensuring she could feel my hardness between her ass crack. I placed my hands over hers and we both leaned in, trying to perfect her aim.

“Yay!” September shouted as she finally made several balls into the holes.

“See, I knew you could do it,” I told her.

“Can you show me again?” she asked.

“I can show you anything you want”.

I knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel me on her again. I know that turned her on. Our chemistry was undeniable and everyone could attest.

We got a few games in and were ready to call it a night until the final rehearsal.

“So, am I taking you home, or…?” I questioned.

“Please, if you don’t mind. I really don’t want to catch the train this late at night,” September explained.

“Of course, baby…I mean…” I retracted.

“No, baby is cool”, she nodded.

We all parted ways, said our goodbyes for the night, and drove off.

“How well do you drive with your left hand?” September asked.

“Um, just fine, I guess”, I answered, confused at such a random question.

“Ok, so do it.”

I did as she told me. She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her thigh. I liked that “Ms. Prude” wasn’t so prude anymore. I took it a step further and began rubbing it, then gripping it. She squirmed, but kept quiet. Shit, she was probably daydreaming about this dick just as I was daydreaming about every aspect of her. She moved my hand from her thigh to the crotch of her jeans. I went ahead and rubbed on that, too. While still gripping the steering wheel with my left hand, I used my special talents and unbuttoned her clothes with my right, then started gripping those lips and everything in between. I began rubbing her clit and gradually slid two fingers inside of her. I pushed my fingers as far as they would go, making her moan and grind on my hand.

“Who got you like this?” I asked, referring to her moistness and knowing damn well it was me, but I wanted to hear her say it.

“You, baby,” she uttered.

“Say it louder and call me daddy this time”, I commanded expectantly while keeping my eyes on the road and my ears ready.

“Who got your pussy wet like this?”

“You, daddy!” she shouted as I put pressure on her g-spot, making her orgasm.

Her warm secretion covered my fingers as I slid them out of her. I entered both fingers into my mouth, tasting all of her, then slowly put them back into her, then back into my mouth, then back into her. I repeated until we arrived at her place and there was nothing left. Although I wanted to take it further, I was left satisfied, knowing that I met her needs.

I parked outside of her house. She almost seemed embarrassed.

“You ok?” I asked her.

“I’m good, but don’t go thinking I’m anything less than a prude, no-rhythm-having ass bitch…as long as I’m your prude, no-rhythm-having ass bitch”, she stated, rolling her neck with attitude.

Shit. I know she heard that from Sam’s dumbass. He can’t hold water to save his life, but fuck it, it worked in my favor.

“Yeah, you can be all that for me, but we’re going to do something about those two left feet. See you at rehearsal, my place, seven-thirty…and don’t be late, unless you know what’s good for you”.

September blushed all the way to her front door as I waited for her to get inside before pulling off.

Little does she know, I have another job for those pretty ass feet.