Harry Wells was fed up. He was nineteen, still living at home whilst attending university. He feared that had been a mistake. He wasn't getting to experience the real University experience of socialising and dealing with living with his mates.
His dad, Will, had tried to get him to live in the halls. He still smiled when he thought of some of the antics he had gotten up to as a younger man. He even shared a few with Harry when his wife wasn't around to listen. Harry’s mum could be a very jealous woman, even of the past before he had met her.
Harry loved his dad, but like all young men, he didn't tend to listen to him or value his experience.
No, instead, Harry listened to his girlfriend, Lauren. She wasn't going to university immediately and had wanted Harry close by, commuting daily. She didn't want him distracted by anyone else. So, Harry did as she wanted; he was anxious to please her. Lauren was more than keen to have Harry lick her to orgasm regularly. She was not always eager to return the favour. She usually finished him with a handjob whilst she let him suck her nipple. That always seemed to make things progress faster. She was holding on to her virginity, and although she claimed to love Harry, she was not ready to give it up yet. Harry had started to wonder if she ever would.
Lauren was not keen on big compliments, but if truth be told, she knew she was punching above her weight with young Harry. She was a big girl, and Harry was not only handsome, pretty really, with his blonde curls and blue eyes, very intelligent with a quick wit, but he was also hung. Lauren had not only really seen naked men on the internet, but she knew that Harry was far above the average in both length and girth. This both excited and terrified her. She was scared of experiencing him fully, so she kept him at arm's length.
Harry’s best mate, Bradley, had become something of a third wheel in recent months. As fond as Harry was of his childhood friend, he wanted to spend time alone with his girl. Harry and Bradley loved a bit of banter, but when Lauren defended Bradley against Harry's teasing, Harry was unhappy. She rarely did it when it was the other way around.
Harry’s Dad, Will, kept his counsel, but he was sure that something was going on with Bradley and Lauren. When Lauren asked for a break, Will wasn't shocked to find that Lauren had moved in with Bradley three days later, and they announced their new status on Facebook. Harry was devastated, particularly when his best mate enjoyed telling him that Lauren had done everything with him that she had refused to do with Harry.
So, Harry mourned the loss of both his girlfriend and his best mate. It was Will who suggested that Harry could finally take up his dream of dancing,
“Now that you have lost all that weight, it would be ideal,” smiled Will.
“Dad, I have always been slim – what weight?”
“About fourteen stone of selfishness called Lauren – that weight.”
It’s true that because of her size – which Harry loved – she would not consider learning to dance. Now, he was free to go and pursue his dream.
He was nervous when he turned up at the dance studio. Miroslava was Russian, forty-two, and Harry thought she was a little scary. He also felt that she was very beautiful.
Miroslava was both blunt and sensitive, a strange combination.
“So, why you broken?” she asked.
Harry broke down and told Miroslava all that had happened to him. He was mortified at crying in front of this woman, but he did enjoy the comfort of his head on her bosom as she comforted him.
“So,” she said, “You have passion, you feel deeply, now we dance.”
Harry soon forgot all his troubles as he concentrated on learning these first steps; Miroslava was impressed by his natural aptitude and talent.
“You should have come to see Miroslava before; you would be champion by now,”
Harry was sure that she probably said that to everyone. He enjoyed his lesson but was mortified when, towards the end, their close proximity caused him to get an erection. It was pronounced in his jogging bottoms, and with mirrors all around her studio, it was impossible to hide it.
Miroslava smiled at his embarrassment.
“No need to be shy. Good dancer with big cock, who likes the girls. You will go far.”
With that, she grasped Harry and squeezed him. Harry thought that he was going to cum in his pants then and there. Miroslava carried on until she stood very close to him and slipped her graceful hands into his joggers, feeling the warmth of his thick cock.
“You are big boy. Shame I’m so old. You need young girl. Perhaps you could practice with older lady until we find you a new partner. Yes?”
“Practice d-d-d-dancing?” stammered Harry.
“Practice everything if you want?”
“Yes, please, I do want,” nodded Harry vigorously.