The Ballerina: A Lesbian Romance

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by Nicolette Dane


  “Holmie?” repeated Corinne, her blue eyes wide, her smile growing. “That’s ridiculous.”

  “You get it?” I said. “Your last name…”

  “I get it,” she said, nodding with an irrepressible smile. “You’re hilarious, Tab.”

  “People say that,” I said. “But I just feel like I’m in a coma or something and this is the imaginary world I’ve built up for myself.”

  “Sometimes I feel like that, too,” said Corinne. “You may not know this about me, but I was always kind of a geek growing up. I was a theater geek in high school but as soon as I sprouted these tits,” she said, her eyes getting big, her hands spreading out in front of her breasts. “Well, it all sort of became easier.”

  “That would have been nice,” I said. “I grew a hunchback and got half-chewed caramels lobbed in my hair. Funny how things work out.”

  “Stop,” said Corinne, laughing louder.

  “Okay,” I said, feeling like a deer in headlights. But I couldn’t stop. As I inspired laughter from Corinne, taking in her winning smile, her lucid eyes, her fair face, I couldn’t help but yearn for more of the positive reaction.

  “So I do have an idea,” admitted Corinne, looking down with slight embarrassment. “Do you want to hear it?”

  “Of course,” I said. “By all means. We could use the help.”

  “All right,” said Corinne, smiling to herself and looking off as she considered her idea. “And look, if it’s not funny or you don’t want to do it, just tell me,” she said. “It won’t hurt my feelings.”

  “You got it,” I said.

  “So I’ve always wanted to sing on This Saturday,” she said. “Like, break into a funny song in a sketch.”

  “You sing?” I said in surprise.

  “Yeah,” said Corinne, her face growing in excitement. “I love to sing. So my idea is that I’m a waitress at a diner. You know how sometimes at diners they have weird names for specific foods?”

  “Burn one with wax and flop two!” I called out, making a dumb face. Corinne giggled back into the couch and clapped.

  “Exactly!” she said. “That’s totally it!”

  “So you want to sing that?” I asked.

  “Well, okay,” she continued. “So when I give the orders to the cook, I break into song with a couple of other waitresses,” said Corinne, going over the sketch in her head like she’d been thinking of it for a while. “But everybody else thinks it’s super crazy. The diners are freaked out by it. The cook, the manager. People think I’m nuts!”

  “Yeah,” I said, getting excited, seeing her vision. “I could get on board with this.”

  “Really?” she said. Corinne was full of wonder, brilliance emanating from her eyes.

  “Yeah,” I repeated. “We could start out with legitimate diner speak, but it would just devolve into insanity. Poke two in the boob, yank on a bumpkin, and slobber a Satanist!” This really set Corinne off. She was cracking up and it made me furiously happy.

  “Right!” she cried. “Oh God, that sounds like so much fun.”

  “We’ll do it,” I affirmed. “Well, we’ll write it and rehearse it. George has the final say. Stuff gets cut on Saturday all the time. I’ll let him know it’s your sketch, though.”

  “Wow,” said Corinne. I could tell that she was pleased. “I mean, that would just be so awesome.”

  “The singing adds another level of complexity to it,” I said. “But yeah, totally doable. Funny idea and it shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “Thanks Tab,” Corinne said in earnest. Our eyes caught on one another for a moment, gazing in silence, both of us with silly grins on our faces. The moment began to feel awkward to me, like it was a little too exciting, like there was something strange and alluring in the air. I broke from our shared stare and shook my head once.

  “Um,” I murmured, knowing I had to say something to move the conversation along but unsure what exactly that should be after our charged little moment. “Are you, um, single?” I asked, suddenly regretting it. Why would I ask something like that? I mean, I know why I’d ask something like that and you know why I’d ask something like that, but it really didn’t make sense in regards to our conversation about the show. “The reason I ask—“

  “I am,” said Corinne matter-of-factly with a reassuring smile.

  “I mean, I ask because we’re working on the opening monologue for you,” I went on, trying to justify myself with a lie. I had to think fast. “It’ll be, like, the guys in the cast heard you were single and all come up to you with bouquets of flowers to try to win your affection but you turn them all down.” That wasn’t what we had planned for the monologue but it was actually a really good idea. It’s amazing when creativity just comes to you spur of the moment.

  “I like it,” said Corinne.

  “So you’re single?” I asked again, even though she’d already answered. Just to be sure, you know. “I don’t really keep up on the tabloids.”

  “Yes,” she said. “And I try to stay out of the tabloids.”

  “That’s good,” I said. “I can just see them now… ‘Holmstrom Goes Home With This Saturday Cast Member!’” I motioned in the air with my hand like I was calling out a headline.

  “Right,” said Corinne through a laugh. “Couldn’t have that.”

  “You wouldn’t like the guys around here anyway,” I said, waving nonchalantly. “They’re all damaged comedians with mommy issues.”

  “Is that so?” she giggled. “What about you?”

  “Me?” I was surprised that she had turned it on me.

  “Yeah, you,” said Corinne. “Are you a damaged comedian with… daddy issues?”

  “No,” I said. “I probably also have mommy issues like the rest.”

  “You’re cute, Tab,” said Corinne. There was an odd fire burning in her eyes as we looked at each other. I’d seen that kind of fire before. It was desire. I wanted to test my pulse but I was sure that would look undeniably weird. I had promised myself for every New Year’s Resolution over the past who knows how many years that I would make an effort to be less weird.

  “I—“ I said, stammering. “I mean, me? No, I mean… thanks?”

  “I just like… funny women,” admitted Corinne with a sheepish smile. “It’s my weakness.”

  “I, um… if I heard you correctly—“

  “You did,” said Corinne curtly.

  “Okay,” I said, feeling quite nervous now. I took my notebook from my lap, rolling it up, and half waved it across the coffee table at Corinne. “Good. Productive. I think we’re going to have a great show.”

  “I think so, too,” purred Corinne. She was beginning to drip with flirtation. I think that she was so used to getting what she wanted that being assertive had become second nature to her.

  “Nice,” I said, standing up now. Corinne watched me with a smile permanently etched on her face. “I’ll let you know about the sketch. And I’ll let production know you’re ready for a walk through. Cool?”

  “Cool, Tab,” she said.

  “Thanks Corinne,” I said, feeling in a hurry to get out of there. I don’t know why. Just excitement. Nerves. “Gotta get moving!”

  “Goodbye,” I heard Corinne say as I anxiously rushed toward the door and let myself out.

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  DORMITORY DEAREST

  “OKAY,” SHE said, like she was preparing for some task. “Get up here.” She motioned to my legs, indicating I should sit crosslegged like her on the couch. I followed her instructions and the two of us positioned ourselves to face each other.

  “All right,” I said, breathing deeply, feeling my nerves buzz. I was preparing myself for anything, which was a difficult task for me.

  “Look at me,” said Hosannah tenderly. Our gazes met and I tried to follow along as her blue eyes shifted ever so slightly back and forth.

  “Okay,” I said in a subtle murmur.

  Without s
aying another word, Hosannah slowly leaned her face in closer to me, causing my heart rate to speed and my arms to shake just slightly. As she moved toward me, I watched as her eyes closed and I followed her lead, closing my own eyes. Before I could even allow my brain to process much more information, I felt Hosannah’s lips touch mine, her plastic glasses bump lightly against my nose, instigating a delicate and gentle kiss. She placed her palm on my leg and leaned into me, releasing a low sigh, her lips wetly smacking against mine in an amorous collision. Although I had actually kissed someone else before, a boy, when I was younger, this kiss with Hosannah, sitting there on my dorm room couch, felt like my very first real kiss. It felt passionate and right.

  I moaned just so as I quickly learned from Hosannah, tilting my head to one side just as she did, focusing on feeling her lips coalesce with my own. Her hand felt heavy and pressured on my leg, in a comforting way, and although my anxiety was running wild it all felt like some necessary release, some detonation of pent up doubt. As I kissed Hosannah, I could feel pleasure and happiness welling up in my heart.

  Just as quickly as it had happened, the kiss came to an end. Hosannah slowly moved her head back and our eyes opened together. I longed for more. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to taste her lips forever. I wanted to feel that closeness and intimacy again and again, a never-ending cascade of sensual pleasure and affinity.

  “How did that feel?” asked Hosannah softly, her eyes dancing with spirit as she searched in me for a hint of what was going on in my head.

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  SWEETHEART STARLET

  CORINNE LET her hand linger on my thigh tenderly, the two of us butted up together there in the cushy backseat, dissolved into the soft leather, shoulder to shoulder. I looked over to her and our eyes met, then I quickly looked away. I couldn’t believe I was feeling nervous. This amazing girl, this beautiful famous celebrity, a woman who starred in the wet dreams of many Americans, was shooting signals at me and all I could do was let my anxiety reign supreme. C’mon Tab, stop being such a dork.

  “I had fun tonight, too,” said Corinne demurely. We looked at each other again, in silence, a certain energy building up between our bodies as we connected on some sort of ethereal level. There was some kind of magnetism between us and neither of us could deny it.

  Before I knew it, Corinne’s face was closing in on mine and although I could feel my heart begin to race, I gave it my best effort to just relax and live the moment. As she grew closer to me, I opted to just go for it and I pushed my lips to hers, engaging her in an eager and desirous kiss.

  Corinne’s hand gripped my thigh harder as our lips intertwined, and I slipped my hand between her back and the leather seat behind us. The kiss felt magical for me, so intensely pleasurable and exciting. I mean, have you ever thought what it might be like to kiss one of the hottest celebrity starlets on screen? Imagine that, how awesome you’d feel, how fulfilled, how great it would make you feel about yourself because she picked you. Yeah, that’s what it was like. It was like I was the love interest in Corinne’s movie but there was no unrequited love here. We both wanted this.

  “Mmm,” moaned Corinne softly as our lips parted and we both eased back.

  “I don’t quite think I got that,” I said. “Perhaps—“ I interrupted myself, leaned forward, and kissed her once again.

  Corinne giggled behind my lips, both trying to return my kiss and suppress her laughter.

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  CRAZY FOR A GEEK GIRL: A NOVELLA

  WE COLLIDED into one another once again, warm skin melting together, arms wrapping around, lips meeting. I was overjoyed by this arousing cupidity, letting my hands do the talking for me as I explored along Henry’s torso, her chest and pierced nipples, and even moving a hand between her legs to grope at her womanhood through the attenuate material of her panties. I laid half on top of her, half to her side, the two of us lustily searching each other with nimble fingers, our lips hotly and moistly pushing together.

  I felt Henry’s hand move down my backside, graze over the thin waistband of my panties, and plug a single finger into the string of my thong. She moved her finger downward, causing the string to lift out from my crack, and she just simply moved her finger slowly up and down along the stretchiness of the string as we fervently kissed.

  “I’m crazy about you,” I sighed between kisses, instantly feeling self-conscious by my impulsive pillow talk. But Henry just giggled and cooed, rubbing her body into mine, our chests pushed together, our joint arousal growing.

  “Hey Netty,” she murmured, removing her finger from my thong string and gently placing her hands on my sides. “I’ve got a secret for you.”

  “Yeah?” I said, leaning down and kissing her neck tenderly.

  “I’m really good at going down here,” she said, on the word “here” her fingers slithered between my legs and gave me a light pinch through the fabric of my panties. “Will you let me?”

  “I would love that,” I said, pulling away from her and rolling over onto my back. Henry eagerly leapt up from her laying position, sitting next to me on her knees, her hands making their way to the elastic band of my thong.

  “Let me take these off,” she said, taking hold of my panties and beginning to slip them off my hips. Henry slowly pulled the small article of clothing down my thighs and then off my feet, giving them an absentminded toss as she returned her attention to my body.

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  MY FRIEND THE BRIDE: A NOVELLA

  “EMMA,” I said softly as she crept toward me. The smile she wore was happy, lusty, intoxicated. “What are you doing?” She looked so beautiful in her sleepwear, little pokey nipples showing through the thin fabric of her tank top, athletic and smooth stems of legs from the floor up to her striped cotton shorts.

  “Just one more time,” said Emma. “Before I’m married.”

  My heart rate skyrocketed and I felt the coolness of sweat on the small of my back. I knew very well what Emma was suggesting and in that moment I was so incredibly torn. Although I wanted dearly to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her, I didn’t want to be complicit in her cheating. As my mind dwelled on Emma’s suggestion, she closed in on me and slid her hands around my waist.

  “What about Seth?” I murmured.

  “He doesn’t have to know,” said Emma simply, as if that was all it took.

  “Emma, I think you’re drunk,” I said. Emma pulled herself close into my body, gently grinding on me as we embraced. She was warm and inviting, her body thin but firm. I let my hands move around her backside and rest loosely on top of her butt.

  “A little,” she said. “But I’m too good at saying ‘no’ when totally sober. I’m much more inhibited and good. Really, I just want to say ‘yes’ and stop worrying about it for a little while.”

  And with that, Emma sweetly pressed her lips to my neck, kissing me, nuzzling her face against my skin, holding to me tightly. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan.

  “Why won’t you just admit that you’re a lesbian?” I said, my fingers sneaking into the back of her tank top and tracing over her flesh.

  “I’m not,” she said. “I just like you.”

  “You’re a lesbian,” I said. And with that, Emma ardently pressed her lips against mine, partly to shut me up but mostly to take our intimacy there in the cottage bedroom to the next level. I couldn’t stop myself, having held a romantic candle for my friend for a very long time, and I eagerly returned her kiss, the two of us standing there, arms wrapped around one another, tenderly kissing amid sounds of lusty wet lip smacks and gentle moans.

  “Mmm,” sighed Emma, pulling back from our kiss after a moment, slowly moving a stray tendril of hair out of her face with a slender finger. “Maybe I’m a little bit of a lesbian,” she admitted with a coy smile. “Just don’t… you know, question it anymore,” she said, trying to take my mind off of the realities. “It’s complicated.”

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  MY WRITING PROFESSOR: A NOVELLA

  BEFORE I knew it, I had set my phone down on the bed and I was laying back into my pillows, happily beaming, eyes closed, my hand tenderly massaging myself through the thin tensile fabric of my pale blue panties. I could feel my own subtle dampness. It had been a little while since I’d gotten intimately involved with someone. In fact, I hadn’t had a girlfriend since before I moved to Chicago. There was that little one off with this girl Kristen, who I’d met through Erica, but that didn’t really work out and it wasn’t too inspiring anyway.

  But stuff with Harriet, it thrilled me. And I was taking that thrill out on the sex-starved, achy little blossom between my thighs.

  As I kneaded my fingers into myself, my impending wetness lightly soaking through the front of my panties, I thought about what life could be like with Harriet. I pictured her beautiful smile, those piercing blue eyes, her long blonde rivulets of hair twisting and turning down to her shoulders. And I thought of being in her writer scene. I don’t want to make it seem like I was simply interested in her for her connections, that was more something that Minju portrayed. But I can admit that it would be a definite plus. It’s just part of the total package.

  “Mmm,” I happily moaned as I pushed two fingers together up and down my slit, petting myself through the stretchy material, feeling my midsection growing hotter. I squirmed a little bit there in my sheets, tossing my head from one side to the other, wriggling in my bed as I lazily pleasured myself. I had gotten good at it. Practice makes perfect.

  It wasn’t much longer before I was eager to go further. Taking hold of the waistband of my panties, I slid them down my legs and kicked them off my feet, then returning my fingers to my pussy to do a bit more petting. My fingers easily slipped between my lips, rubbing myself back and forth, feeling a little erotic spark each time my wet fingertips hit my clit. After a few of those enticing sparks, I decided to focus my attention on my clit, fingering it around in smooth, soft circles, resting my palm on my trimmed up bush.

 

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