In one of my stories, I said that while studying at the university, I worked part time in a nightclub, as part of a dance team. This is a story about a story that happened to me at that time.

Dance groups rehearsed during the daytime, and in the evenings, when the dance hall is closed to the public. I started with small compositions and in the last row, but soon, my good physical training, external data and just a natural sense of rhythm and understanding of music, aroused the interest of our leaders. They began to train me seriously, so much so that I even began to think about the professional career of a dancer. Who was engaged in dancing in any of their manifestations, knows how great it is to express the idea of ​​music, the song and its understanding through movement. Within six months, I was in the main squad, and two partners, Vika and Ksyusha, were assigned to me. Both small sprout, thin and very light. I myself was not a giant, and in comparison with the other young men of our team, it seemed like a baby. Therefore, small dancers were picked up for me so that I did not look like a midget.

Vika was a girl of serious character and melancholic temperament. Always with a dull expression, almost not smiling, little talkative and unsociable. It was difficult for me to work with her, because I clearly did not feel it and could not adapt properly.

But Ksyushka, was just a fire. As if the nuclear reactor inside her made Ksyusha constantly do something, laugh, communicate. It seemed that even in a dream she also moves and laughs. She was a very pretty girl, though not beautiful, especially from the face. A long, crooked nose, an oval-shaped face, and very thin hair, but all this just faded and was not noticed by the charm that emanated from her smile and voice. She was very kind, responsive and I never saw her swearing at someone. Ksyusha was able to find such words in conflicts that the opponent could not intelligibly answer something. As you guessed, Ksyusha was my favorite partner.

Many believe that there is always an intimate relationship between dancers, especially couples. I hasten to disappoint you, it is not so, and even not at all. Quite the contrary, often, dancing together, just can not stand each other and scatter away after rehearsals and performances. But if it is possible to reduce not only two bodies, but also hearts, then this is very good. It happened with Ksyusha as well. Energetic and fun, smart and interesting, charming I liked her. In her views, words, and just gestures, I saw that she also liked me. It was good to dance together and we easily mastered new movements and drawings.

At that time I was in a relationship with another girl, we lived together in her apartment, although time was spent together, not enough. Since she worked and studied, and I studied, and then I worked. But we were so good and comfortable. Even rare meetings we had enough for communication and relationships. Therefore, I was not particularly active in relation to Ksyusha, since I do not like to instruct the horns of my girls without a good reason. Yes, and Ksyusha, the same, did not show measures for seduction and cranking. We had fun flirting with each other, seeing our relationship as a working, creative friendship.

But once, Ksyusha and I were taken to participate in dancers in the performances of a very famous singer. He had, of course, his own dance group, but in the new compositions they did not work yet, so they offered our club leaders to help for good money. Of course, we agreed with Ksyusha, as we were promised a solid increase for additional work. We rehearsed under the guidance of a visiting choreographer who taught us how and what we should do, coached us to work correctly with the performer.Since there was a lot of work, we practically settled in the club, even slept there, and therefore, we came even closer to Ksyusha.

In short breaks, we drank tea together, chatted about different things, fool around, massaged each other, and all this without sexual connotations. We continued to treat our relationship as a partnership. But one day, our conversation turned on family values ​​and Ksyusha began to talk about her family, in which she was a younger sister with three older brothers. She told me a lot of funny stories related to this, including a very intimate nature. How she caught her older brother for masturbation in front of the TV, the middle one in the bathroom, and the younger brother, with a pillow. I began to defend the brothers, saying that it was just a necessity and a part of the man’s growing up, but Ksyusha began to have fun at me too, assuming that I was then growing up in her opinion.

She joked so badly that I could not stand it, and not finding decent words to say in response, I shoved her finger in the stomach, wanting to tickle. Ksenia was terribly afraid of tickling, so with a scream, she jumped away from me: “Oh, you bastard! All right, war! ”She took her bottle of mineral water and squeezed it with force, threw a cold stream at me. I just managed to cover my face, and all the water spilled on my clothes. I was kindly pissed off and, having jumped up, began chasing Ksyusha to take revenge on her, and tickle in the present. We ran like children in kindergarten, squealing and laughing, dodging and knocking over furniture. Several times I managed to grab her and with my fingers I tickled her with the armpits and sides of the torso, but she always deftly dodged and our war continued. Finally, I managed to catch her behind the scenes and knock down the table for props standing there, and pressing her to her, run my fingers over the girl's body. Ksyusha started to kick hard, laugh and shout: “Aaaaaa! Let go! Ahhhh! Tickling "! But I continued my revenge, getting pleasure from the joking suffering caused to Ksyusha: “Will you still splash water with you ?! Will you joke on me "?!" Not a wham! Enough! "- Ksyusha squeaked and tried to escape. But I decided to continue the execution and did not let Ksyuha out of my grip.

The girl, seeing that I was not going to let her go, suddenly grabbed me by the most intimate place of mine and tickled him. I jumped aside in surprise and, of course, Ksyushka ran away from me with a laugh. "Come on?! Is it something like that ?! ”I shouted indignantly:“ You shouldn’t touch it! ” And then, they have pussy, so big, sticking out of his pants! It was ridiculous! ”“ Ah, so! Well, then I’ll tickle you too now and see what becomes cool! ”I cried out and continued my chase. Ksyusha screamed and started running away again, laughing, but again in the same place behind the backdrop.

I firmly grabbed her in the arm behind me and holding the kicking girl with one hand, launched the other under her topic and began to squeeze her breast, fingering her nipple with her index finger. Ksenia squeaked: “What are you doing! It's not fair! I did not climb into your pants! Let go of the pervert! But I have already moved to compress from the right breast to the left. Ksyusha, wanting to escape, grabbed my body again and began to tickle him. But I was already familiar with such her actions, so I did not react, but began to work harder on her breasts, seeking from the girl that she would admit her defeat in a fight. But Ksyusha clearly did not intend to give up, as she grabbed my scrotum with her hand and began to tickle her, along with the dick, confident that it would definitely work.

And it really worked, just not the way she expected. My boyfriend, feeling that his female hand was courting him from the outside, and receiving pleasant impulses from my hands as a result of massaging his boobs, began to grow in size and was getting ready for a fight. Ksyusha, of course, felt this, but did not stop her attempts to bring me out of moral balance and continued to actively move her fingers.As a result of this, my playful mood on the game quickly moved into the phase of sexual advances, and all my actions went into the category of practical petting. My palms are no longer squeezing her boobs, but gently ...