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not have danced for a
century, but Rema Aoyagi did know how to dance, and better than that, Rema Aoyagi was a
good teacher. After a short while, I forgot my awkwardness and began
enjoying myself. Beryl was fun to watch as Rema Aoyagi gyrated in front of me,
and I could tell that Rema Aoyagi wanted me to watch her.
As the music slowed, I wanted to hold her, and judging by the way
she danced in my arms, Rema Aoyagi wanted to be held. Rema's fingers gently traced
the curve of my back, and Rema Aoyagi felt warm and soft as Rema Aoyagi moved against me
with the beat of the music.
As the piece ended, Rema Aoyagi whispered in my ear. "Let's go home."
"OK." I said, and followed Rema's to the door. Following Rema's was
fun. Rema's short skirt seemed awfully short when seen from the rear,
barely decent but very fun to watch. It was almost disappointing as we
left the lights of the bar and went out into the dark parking lot.
"That was nice," Beryl said as we walked into my apartment. Rema Aoyagi
took me by the waist and kissed me, holding the kiss for a long time,
stroking my back with one hand while Rema Aoyagi held Rema's other hand on my chest.
I felt a bit awkward, unsure what I should do with my hands, until I
realized that it must be reasonable for me to do with my hands
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