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They could really mess things up.”   “They“re all dead. Don“t worry about it.”The waitress delivered our food, and soon after that, the bandstarted to play, drowning out any effort at continued conversation. Ilooked at Beryl while I ate, unsure about what she“d done. It certainlydidn“t sound legal, but at the same time, I couldn“t imagine any legalway for a spirit, if that“s what she was, to get a legal identity intoday“s world. Had there been a Jenny Smith?

How had she died, and howdid Beryl think she could claim her identity. I wasn“t sure I wanted toknow, and in a way I was glad that the music was loud enough to preventme from asking.The food was quite good, and the music was good enough that eventhough I“m no dancer, I was tapping my feet and gently nodding my headto the beat of some of the pieces. My knees touched Beryl“s under thelittle table, and after she finished her small meal, she slid her handdown under the table and rested it on my knee, smiling as she touchedme.   “Want to dance?

” she asked during the first lull in the music afterwe finished eating.I hesitated. “I“m no good.”   “So?

I haven“t danced in years, come on.”The evening passed in a whirl. She may not have danced for acentury, but she did know how to dance, and better than that, she was agood teacher. After a short while, I forgot my awkwardness and beganenjoying myself. Beryl was fun to watch as she gyrated in front of me,and I could tell that she wanted me to watch her.As the music slowed, I wanted to hold her, and judging by the way shedanced in my arms, she wanted to be held. Her fingers gently traced thecurve of my back, and she felt warm and soft as she moved against mewith the beat of the music.As the piece ended, she whispered in my ear. “Let“s go home.”   “OK.” I said, and followed her to the door. Following her was fun.Her short skirt seemed awfully short when seen from the rear, barelydecent but very fun to watch. It was almost disappointing as we leftthe lights of the bar and went out into the dark parking lot.   “That was nice,” Beryl said as we walked into my apartment. She tookme by the waist and kissed me, holding the kiss for a long time,stroking my back with one hand while she held her other hand on mychest. 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 handswhat she was doing with hers.   “That was nice,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I like the way youtouch me.”An uncomfortable thought struck me as I looked at her. “Do we haveto worry about, well, birth control?

I mean … “She smiled. “No, but if you want children someday, we can have them.Would you like to dance some more?

”   “OK,” I said. “What kind of music?

”   “Something long?

”I put on a tape, and then she held my hand and we began to danceagain. She was a sensuous beauty, and it wasn“t long before I wassexually aroused by the way she touched me and moved with me.   “Don“t get impatient,” she whispered as I fondled her breast throughthe thin satin of her camisole. She pushed away my hand, and for a fewminutes, we danced, facing each other but not touching.Beryl danced gracefully, back to me, and I wanted to hug her to me,but she shrugged off my arms and began to undo my shirt. Her touch wasgentle as she pulled my shirt off, but she never stopped dancing, andwhen my shirt was off, she flowed into my arms once again.   “You can undress me, if you want,” she whispered as I slid my handsover her body.I felt clumsy taking off her camisole, but she smiled as I set itaside, and then she stepped back from me and danced, letting me watchthe gentle swing of her long black hair and the bounce of her smallbreasts as she moved.   “You“re beautiful,” I whispered as she came back into my arms. Herbreasts pressed softly agains my chest as we danced, and I could feelthe four earrings in her ear against my cheek.She didn“t answer, but slid her hand down my back and slid a fingerunder the waistband of my pants.   “Keep dancing, don“t say anything more,” she whispered, kneeling infront of me, still swaying with the music as she kissed my belly andundid my belt. She gently pulled off my pants, and as she freed myerect penis, she gently kissed it before standing to hug me and kiss meon the lips.My penis pressed agains her as we danced, and she smiled down at itand petted it before stepping back and pulling my hand to the buttonsthat held her skirt. I knelt to undo the four buttons, and then kissedher belly as I set the skirt aside. Unbuttoned, the skirt was littlemore than a band of fabric a yard long and a bit over a foot wide, andshe wore nothing under it.She pulled away from me when I tried to hold her, but she keptdancing, letting me watch the erotic motion of her body for a fewminutes before she finally pulled me to her and kissed me. Our dancinghad degenerated to just swaying together, and as I kissed my way awayfrom her mouth, she hugged me by the back of the neck and directed myattention downward, first to her soft breasts and hard nipples, andthen lower.I knelt to kiss her belly, and then hesitated about kissing anylower. She knelt to face me, her knees to my knees and her hands on mybuttocks, kissing me again as we swayed to the music. My penis pressedeagerly into the space between her legs, and after a minute, she pushedme gently back into a sitting position on the rug and then straddled mylap and worked herself down over me. As I entered her, she kissed me,hard, and then leaned back, holding me with her hands behind my neck andsmiling at me as we rocked to the rhythm of the music.She looked down at where our bodies joined, and I looked down,following her gaze and feeling a bit awed. I slid my hands from herfanny up her sides, and her smile turned to bliss as I began to gentlytouch her breasts.I lost track of time as we rocked to the music. My attention wasfocused on the moist warmth of her body surrounding my erect penis, andthen an intense look came over her face as she pulled me to her andbegan kissing. Her hips rocked in my lap, and I could feel waves ofmuscular contraction rippling through her from within. She gasped, andthen I was gasping myself, feeling the pumping within me as I rocked myhips in a desparate effort to thrust myself even more deeply into her.We held each other for a while after that, still rocking gently tothe beat of the music, but relaxed and happy in the warm afterglow ofwhat we“d done.   “You“re fun,” I eventually whispered.She smiled shyly. “You too. Let“s get into bed and I“ll teach yousome more ways to do it.”