“I like your panties,” said Alexa, admiring Mandy. She dropped the remote to the bed and stood up. Approaching Mandy, she ran a single finger over the lacy band.
“I like yours, too,” said Mandy. “They look really soft and comfy.”
“We both made sure to wear our sleepover panties,” said Alexa, giggling and tossing her arms around Mandy’s neck. The two embraced tenderly.
“Did you find a movie to watch?” said Mandy, pulling back from their embrace, her eyes sneaking down to Alexa’s bare breasts and then quickly reverted back to her eyes.
“I did,” said Alexa. “But I can’t help myself right now.” She leaned in and softly pushed her lips against Mandy’s. The two of them stood there together, holding each other fondly, beginning to sweetly kiss.
Mandy could immediately feel herself getting wet down below, the stretchy cotton fabric cupping her pussy moistening and sticking to her lips. She could feel her heart racing as Alexa touched her, as Alexa lead the kiss, and as Alexa hotly breathed into her.
They stood there making out for a minute or so before Alexa finally pulled back. Both girls opened their eyes and smiled.
“Oh God,” exclaimed Alexa, laughing slightly and hugging Mandy. “That feels so good.”
Mandy laughed in agreement.
“It feels so right,” said Alexa. “I wish we’d have discovered this in high school.”
“Alexa,” started Mandy, nervously. She shied away from their embrace slightly.
“Yes?” smiled Alexa.
“Will you…” said Mandy, blushing slightly.
“What?” said Alexa, holding onto Mandy’s arms.
“Will you go down on me?” said Mandy, now looking away, her eyes squinting and a nervous smile plastered across her face.
Alexa firmly pushed her lips against Mandy’s and kissed her dramatically, making a loud smooching noise.
Running her hands up and down Mandy’s sides, Alexa slid her fingers underneath Mandy’s shirt and pulled it upwards. Mandy raised her arms and let Alexa slip it off over her head, after which Alexa dropped it to their feet. The girls embraced and kissed, pushing their chests against one another, running hands over warm skin.
Alexa lead Mandy onto the bed and Mandy lay back against the pillows, nervous and anxious, watching Alexa’s movements intently. Climbing on top of Mandy, Alexa leaned down and kissed her chest softly, lingering on a nipple and giving it a light bite. She put her face and nose between Mandy’s tits and it rubbed up and down, her long hair falling over her face and over Mandy’s torso.
Mandy squirmed and smiled, digging herself into the pillows and sheets and letting Alexa do whatever she wanted. She had been dreaming of this moment all day, every since she masturbated to Alexa earlier. The subtle intoxication of the wine melded with the arousal and she started to become delightfully giddy.
Moving down now, Alexa kissed Mandy’s stomach and in a circle around her belly button, using her hands to gracefully trace her hands up and down Mandy’s sides.
“That tickles,” giggled Mandy, kicking her feet a little.
Alexa looked up and grinned coyly.
Threading her fingers into the lace of Mandy’s panties, Alexa shimmied the thin stretchy fabric down just slightly, revealing the top of Mandy’s mound and her short, manicured pubic hair. Alexa leaned in and kissed Mandy’s pubes softly, making audible kissing noises as she did.
“Mmm,” moaned Mandy, fidgeting just a bit. She could feel herself moistening in anticipation.
Alexa now took Mandy’s panties down over her thighs, over her knees, and off her feet, tossing them to the side, and placed her warm hands gently atop Mandy’s thighs, rubbing back and forth. Mandy spread her legs wider and covered her head with her arms, feeling vaguely embarrassed despite how turned on she was.
Tilting her head down, Alexa planted another kiss on Mandy’s pubis and then opened her mouth and released her tongue, which gave a slow extended lick up Mandy’s lips and to her clit.
“Whoa,” exclaimed Mandy, shifting her hips. She laughed nervously and covered her face again with her arm.
“You taste nice,” whispered Alexa, lapping up Mandy’s pussy. She crouched on her knees between Mandy’s spread legs, running her hands over Mandy’s thighs, and keeping her head buried in Mandy’s crotch.
Alexa then positioned her lips over Mandy’s clit and suckled it, slurping up the moisture now emanating from inside Mandy’s pussy. Alexa’s lips were wet with Mandy’s sweet grool, Alexa herself now becoming wet with excitement. She let a hand trace down Mandy’s thigh and brought her fingers in toward Mandy’s throbbing outer lips.
With two fingers, Alexa started to rub at Mandy’s pussy, those fingers easily gliding over Mandy with the abundance of creamy lubrication. Mandy’s pussy dripped a buttery gooey succulence and Alexa lapped it up, letting it soak her lips and chin.
“You’re wonderful,” Alexa vibrated into Mandy’s pussy, licking and sucking and applying a firm grip around her puffy lips. Mandy squealed and moaned, shifting her hips to either side.
“I’ve been wanting this all day,” admitted Mandy, her chest heaving with her quickened breath. “I’ve been wanting you.”
Alexa once more applied her lips around Mandy’s little fleshy nub, drinking up the slippery juices, gobbling up her folds. She then eased two fingers gradually inside of Mandy, her pussy gleefully accepting Alexa’s penetration. As Mandy felt herself being breached, her legs widened further and her legs lifted into the air. Her feet came down and rested on the bed, knees still up.
Mandy was so enamored with the sensations, so enraptured by her friend’s loving attention. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her neck went limp. With her mouth dropping open, sighs and whines being released with each breath, she felt her bosom rising and falling as her lungs called for more oxygen. Her heart pumped and beat, and she knew she was at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling over.
“I’m coming,” she called. “Oh my God, Alexa. Oh my God, I’m coming.”
There was nothing more she could do but give into the intensity. Her thighs quivered and her body jolted. Reflexively, Mandy lifted her ass up off of the bed and she suddenly felt both hot and cold. A wash of release came over her head, her mind now blank and experiencing only the pleasure of this moment.
“Come for me,” moaned Alexa into her pussy between slurps. Alexa quickened her finger thrusting as Mandy’s hips and thighs bucked upwards.
“Augh!” gasped Mandy, feeling tears stream down from both eyes and beads of sweat on her brow. She beat her fist down on the bed a few times and screamed out, vocalizing her relief.
As Mandy finally began to feel her sense of calm, Alexa removed her fingers from Mandy’s pussy and ceased her sucking. She pulled back and affectionately kissed Mandy’s pussy a handful of times, her mouth wet with Mandy’s love. Alexa smiled up at Mandy who was lying there limp on the bed, trying to catch her breath.
“That was amazing,” Mandy moaned out softly.
Alexa now climbed the length of Mandy’s body and collapse next to her, wrapping her arms around her friend, pushing their sticky bodies together. Her hand grazed over Mandy’s bush lightly, caressing her mound, petting it to assist in bringing Mandy back down to Earth.
The two girls laid there, their breath beginning to sync up, and Mandy now regaining her senses returned her friend’s hug. They cuddled close and nuzzled their faced together.
“I love you, dearest,” said Alexa quietly into Mandy’s ear, then kissing it.
“I love you,” returned Mandy.
“We still have a movie to watch,” Alexa whispered. “We can cuddle until you’re ready. Just let me know.”
Mandy nodded, her eyes still closed, her breath rhythmic and deliberate.
Never once had Mandy felt like she did in this moment, so complete and so fulfilled. Her heart welled up with love for Alexa. She eased into a beautiful sense of calm, her body relaxed and limp, almost dissolving into
the bed sheets. This felt so right.
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THE BALLERINA
“One more time from the top,” said Charles. “Dinah, you’re falling back mid way through. Please take two steps forward.” Charles was a quirky and dramatic old man, with wild grey hair and a matching moustache. A bit idiosyncratic, sure, but in the ballet world he was a legend. He was a former dancer himself of high accolades and for decades the Ballet Master and Artistic Director at our theatre. “Music, people, music!” he said, indicating he was ready for the scene to begin once more.
And fortunately for me, this production of Giselle, a classic and famous ballet, presented me as Assistant Director to Charles. Working with Charles in this production was an enviable position, a make it or break it scenario in this business, but as I sat there next to my director all I could do was think about Dinah.
Dinah was a beautiful young woman, lithe and small, her dark brown hair pulled back tightly and pasted against the back of her head. She was a junior dancer in our company’s corps de ballet, but destined for greatness in my eyes. Only 20 years old and having done ballet for most of her life, she was light on her feet yet quite strong. I knew she could have been cast as Giselle, the titular role, but company politics and dancer rank had left her in a supporting part.
“Michelle,” said Charles in an abrupt whisper to me. “Did you hear me?”
“Sir?” I said, breaking from my reverie, averting my eyes from Dinah and instead focusing on Charles.
“I want to tweak that attitude effacée derrière,” he said. “Write that down.”
“Yes sir,” I said, scribbling a note into my clipboard.
“Focus up,” he said to me, pinching me lightly on the side of the arm. This was an affect of Charles, a correction, something he learned from his years of performing and working with choreographers.
But I found it hard to focus as I watched Dinah on stage. Or rather, my focus was only on her. She was magical, her beauty unsurpassed. Ever since I had met her a few years prior, just at the end of my own dancing career, she had become a vision of lust for me. I often touched myself to thoughts of her. As we became friendlier, closer, running choreography together, seeing each other naked occasionally in dressing rooms, my infatuation with her ramped up tenfold. She was so powerful, yet diminutive, her skin was clear and porcelain, she was the epitome of what a ballerina should be.
I had only ever made it as far as Dinah in the company. As a junior dancer, I often danced with the corps de ballet but my skills were always better suited to choreography and direction. Charles had sat me down one day and told me all this, “You’ll be pushing 30 soon,” he said. “And it’s time to face facts.” And thus went my transition from dancer to production. With Dinah, I knew she would make it to soloist soon and one day she would be a principal of the company.
After rehearsal, we were backstage and I was handing out Charles’ notes to all the dancers, explaining his opinions, informing them of considerations and changes. But all while doing this, I could see Dinah out of the corner of my eye, waiting for her turn, eager to impress and succeed. My heart thumped within me, heavily and speedily, a feeling of adrenaline coursing through me as it always did when I was close to her.
“Lay it on me, Mish,” said Dinah as I approached her. I gazed upon her soft face, pallid white but for some exhausted rosiness in her cheeks. A few freckles haphazardly punctuated her visage as she smiled at me.
“Here you are, dear,” I said, handing her a piece of paper with some bullet-pointed cat scratch on it. “Charles wants your back leg higher in your attitude effacée derrière.”
“Oh,” mused Dinah, looking down at the paper and pondering on it with a furrowed brow.
“But I thought you looked great, Dinah,” I said.
“Really?” she said, brightening up and looking back to me.
“Of course,” I said. “You’re very talented.”
“Thank you,” said Dinah, blushing and diverting her eyes. “This is my life.”
“I know, dear,” I said. “It’s mine as well.”
“I’m so happy for you,” she said, reaching her fingers out and softly running her hand over my arm. As she did this I felt anxiety race through me, goosebumps peppering my skin where she had touched. “You have a job many people dream of having.”
“I could say the same of you,” I said. “I admit that I do miss dancing.”
“Do you miss the long, physical rehearsals?” she said. “The painful toes?” Dinah smiled at me, a glimmer of playfulness in her brown eyes, almost as though she knew my feelings and was teasing me.
“My body does feel a lot better in this last year,” I said with a light laugh. “But you know what I mean.”
“I do,” she said. “You should have made it past the corps.”
“And you’ll make it further than that,” I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed and looking away from Dinah’s eyes.
“No way!” Dinah said excitedly. “You really think so?”
The whole exchange felt like its own dance to me, a back and forth repartee, and exchange of pleasant ups and downs. Dinah hung on my words, fascinated with my opinion perhaps a bit out of ego or perhaps due to my growing position in the company. Although Charles’ word was law, mine was becoming an interpretation of the law.
“Just listen to these notes,” I said, tapping the piece of paper in Dinah’s hand. “Keep working hard and I really think you could make it.”
“Oh, thank you!” she exclaimed, leaping forward and embracing me. Dinah was smaller than me and her head buried into my neck, her arms snaked through my arms and pulled me tightly into it. I couldn’t help myself and I returned her hug, my hands caressing her lower back through the fabric of her stretchy white rehearsal leotard.
I could feel my breath quickening. I was so enamored with this little angel. I could feel myself growing moist between my thighs, a soft tingle ringing out in my womanhood. We embraced for a few moments longer, both seeming to enjoy being close to one another. Although I enjoyed it on a sexual and infatuation level, it piqued my interest as to why Dinah held me so long.
Finally we pulled back from one another and both let smiles grow over our lips. Despite the smile on her face, I could sense a small sadness in Dinah’s eyes, her big brown eyes emitting a subtle loneliness.
“Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but ask her.
“I am,” she said, bringing a finger to her eye almost as if to push a tear back inside of it. “I’m just happy to have your positive feedback,” said Dinah. “It can sometimes get lonely here.”
“We’re in New York City,” I said with a grin, poking her side softly.
“I know,” she said. “But I miss everyone back home in Ohio. Life can be so serious here.”
“I understand,” I said. “Don’t you get on well with all the other dancers?”
“Of course,” said Dinah. “But it’s just not the same.”
“Listen,” I said, my hand reaching up and running over the side of her head, her hair tightly plastered against her skin. “Why don’t you get out of the dormitory tonight and come over to my place.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I knew this invitation would make the other dancers jealous of Dinah, I knew that it was a risky proposition, and I knew that it was a bit of a predatory offer. But she had stolen my heart and I wanted my chance. “We can leave ballet behind for a bit and just talk like regular people.”
“Oh my God,” gushed Dinah. “I mean, yes – yes, I’d love to. But,” she started with a hint of trepidation in her voice. “What about the other dancers?”
“Just tell them you have family in town,” I said, my heart beating nervously. “They won’t mind.”
“They would be so envious that I was spending time with you,” she said. “They would think we were plotting or in cahoots or something.”
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bsp; “In cahoots,” I repeated with a laugh. “You’re funny.” But her face was concerned and I knew I should be sensitive to her feelings. “Come up with a story,” I said in a more serious tone.
“Okay,” she said, nodding slowly. “I will.” Her face returned to a smile and she hugged me once more securely. “Thank you, Mish,” she said as we held one another. “I can’t wait to spend time with you tonight.”
As we parted and she scurried off toward the dressing rooms, I immediately felt anxiety about what I had coordinated. Dinah was right that the others could be resentful of our evening meeting. Something that would have been no big deal when I was a dancer was now something more since I had become an assistant director. And Dinah was right – we were in cahoots, or would be at my further orchestration. My career be damned. And that glimmer I could see in Dinah’s eye, I was certain she felt something for me as well.
*
Before Dinah came over I cleaned my condo in a rush. It was a nice, modern, albeit small, place with an open layout, the kitchen looking out into the living room. Since taking my new position and accepting the nice salary bump that came with it, I was able to afford to buy my condo in the West Village. It wasn’t opulent and it wasn’t expansive, but it was home.
I put on a kettle of water and lowered the lamplight, attempting to make it cozy and comfortable. Although I stressed a bit about what I should wear, I eventually settled on a casual ensemble of trendy athletic clothes, quite popular among the dancers. I had on a black tank top and matching black leggings. While I usually wore my hair up in a bun while at the theatre, as I’d been trained to do back from when I was a dancer, I opted to let my blonde locks flow down over my shoulders for this get-together. Casual and comfortable was my game, even though I was riled up and excited on the inside.
My phone rang and I rushed over to the coffee table to answer it.
“This is the front desk,” said the doorman’s voice on the other end. “Dinah is here to see you, ma’am.”
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