Then we completed the drills again, this time in an arabesque with my leg extended behind me and my chest forward, and then with my leg to my side nearly meeting my ear. Once I did all three positions, Kova had me work them in order with him directing me the entire time. He made sure my hips were in and my legs locked. Each pull and stretch improved my range of motion and flexibility. By the time we finished those, I felt fantastic.
"Good. Now get on the low beam and raise your arms." Kova moved behind me and kept one foot on each side of the beam. The low beam was the perfect apparatus to test new skills as it was only raised off the floor by a few inches.
"You are going to do a stretch jump. The key to the jump is to stay firm and straight because I am going to twist your body around fast. If you are loose, you will swing out and hit me, and seeing as I am going out of my way to help you today, I would really like to avoid that. I am not going to tell you which way I am turning you, just stay tight and try to land on the beam."
I nodded.
Kova's hands found my bare waist and gave a little squeeze. His fingers gently pressed into my skin and his breath danced across the back of my neck. Memories from the last time I’d worn only shorts and a sports bra to the gym flashed in my mind. It had been a Sunday then too and no one was here; I had the place to myself. I was in the dance room lost to the music when he had showed up. My body temperature rose as I continued to think back on that night. What started out as Kova insisting everything I did was wrong, as was typical then, led to one of the most unexpected and erotic nights of my life that opened the forbidden door.
He had kissed me in places I'd never been kissed. He had touched me with skill and brought me pleasure so intense I had to question if it was normal. Wetness formed between my thighs as my thoughts scattered. It would be easy for him to slide his hands toward my pelvis and slip his fingers into my shorts. I'd lean back into him where he'd nuzzle my neck and dust my jaw with wet kisses. Then I'd reach behind me and stroke his cock until he was rock hard. I exhaled a silent sigh as the throb continued to grow while I pictured him bending me over the balance beam. I loved his hands on me. The way he was precise with every touch, every graze, meticulous about where his hands went.
A slap on my ass made me jump. I dropped my arms and turned around to face Kova.
"What the hell was that for?" I said.
He snapped his fingers repeatedly in front of my face. "I have been calling your name, but you were ignoring me. You were in la-la land and that was the only way to get your attention."
I flattened my lips and tried not to laugh. "La-la land, Kova? You did not just say that."
"Okay, fine. You were daydreaming."
"So you thought the only way to get my attention was to hit me?"
Kova gave me a droll stare. "Do not exaggerate. I did not hit you, I merely tapped you. Your attention was elsewhere when it should be focused on me, what I am telling you to do. Nothing else. Why must I constantly remind you? Am I wasting my time?"
I was certain my face turned ten shades of red by how hot I was. Little did he know he had my full attention, just not in the way he expected.
"My attention was on you, I swear. It won't happen again."
The silence between us thickened while Kova watched me. He was an intuitive man and sometimes that worried me. He saw too much.
"You are a terrible liar."
I moved to stand in front of him again, giving him my back. "I'm not lying, but whatever you say."
"I am sure that muttering of yours came with a classic eye roll."
He replaced his hands on my waist, and I raised my arms again so they were close to my ears. Just before I sprung up, I said, "Kind of like when you speak in Russian. I guess you'll never know