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We must have been doing it for over an hour. Both of us were hot and tired. Our hair was sweaty and our muscles ached from the unrelenting, repetitive motions. Natalie and I looked at each other as we gathered our strength for once more. We both finished our water and tossed the empty bottles aside. We came to each other once again, both of us panting.She put her hand in mine and draped her other arm over my shoulder. I put my hand on her waist. I felt goosebumps on her slick skin. Her heart was pounding. I had a massive crush on Natalie Kline since eighth grade, and honestly, I never dreamed that I would be doing this with Dikmen Escort her. Sweat stung my eyes and I wiped it away with my forearm. Our gazes met.She pressed play, the music started. I followed her lead and traced the steps she taught me over these last ten weeks. She was such a talented choreographer at just eighteen that the band director let her choreograph the entire show.She was a natural dancer. She had ropy muscles and a lithe form that most guys overlooked in lieu of a busty, tanned cheerleader. Little did they know, she taught the cheerleaders their routines. The dance she had planned for the Dikmen Escort Bayan finale was ambitious and complicated. We did the entire routine again and I was exhausted. I felt my muscles giving out.There was a dip and then a twist leading into the finale. The rest of the cast would come in from the wings and join us as we pulled out all the stops with a tap dance number. Going into the dip, Natalie’s groin had pushed into my leg again, just above the knee. I swear I felt the soft folds of her pussy rubbing against me even through our clothes. Her leotard was tight. I could tell it was her backup Escort Dikmen as it was a little small. I looked down at Natalie and she gave me the signal so I lifted her out of the dip and started the turn for her. She turned off the music.“Very good, Steve!” Natalie said.“Thank you,” I replied.“Let’s run the dip a few more times, you seem to really struggle with that,” Natalie suggested.I wasn’t ready to “run the dip a few more times”. I was ready to go home, peel off my clothes, hop in the shower, and then go to bed. Natalie waited for my reply. She was an absolute unit. She was barely even breathing heavily. She played soccer and volleyball. She was also on the swim team. She was no stranger to exertion.“Okay.” I spoke barely above a whisper as I walked over to her.“I’d like to try something, do you think you could swing me into the dip so it looks more like a pendulum?” she asked.