The Ballerina: A Lesbian Romance

by Nicolette Dane

  “Dinah?” I said aloud to myself. I was in disbelief but the surprise excitement made me feel a youthful delight, love and lust melding together for someone who gave me a great sense of exhilaration.

  It wasn’t too much longer until I was opening my door to a timid seeming Dinah on the other side. She smiled sheepishly at me, almost guiltily, as I beckoned her to come inside.

  Once I shut the door behind her, Dinah leapt out and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me close. Her fingers lingered along the elastic band of my loose cotton shorts.

  “Mish,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m here so late.”

  “That’s okay,” I said, pushing a dark tress of hair out of her face. I was so absorbed in her, happy to see her any time she would let me. “What’s on your mind?”

  “I’ve been thinking,” she said, stepping back from our embrace and looking down toward her feet. Silence hung in the air as she gathered her words. I just simply adored her, her prettiness, her style. She wore a somewhat tattered thin athletic grey hoodie over a black tank top and frayed jean shorts.

  “You can tell me,” I said. “Don’t worry.”

  “I just—“ she began. “I just care about you and I’m sorry that we’re wrapped up in all this.”

  “Me too,” I said. “It’s not how I envisioned my life going,” I said with a soft, melancholic chuckle.

  “I think you should recommend Lacy take the role,” she said firmly, obviously having practiced this in her head. I could see sadness in her face as she said this. This was not what she really wanted, but she was throwing herself on the sword to save me.

  “What?” I said. “I know you don’t really feel that way.”

  “I just don’t want you to lose your career because of me,” she said. “I’ll get another chance in a year or two. I can wait.”

  “You know what you’re giving up, right?” I said. “Greater exposure, greater responsibility, a larger paycheck. That’s what you want to do?”

  “I believe so,” she said.

  “Oh Dinah,” I said. Reaching out, I pulled her in for another hug, gripping tightly to her. She eagerly returned my advance, cradling into me and resting her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t stop myself and kissed her on the side of her head, prompting her to let loose a few soft sobs.

  After a moment Dinah lifted her head up and looked at me. Without another word, I leaned in toward her and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. She eagerly returned my advance, kissing me gingerly as we maintained our embrace there in the entryway to my condo. I could feel her shaking gently in my arms.

  Our kissing went on for a few sensual beats, holding onto to one another securely, our lips melding in an erotic intertwining. Dinah slowly slipped a couple of fingers into the back of my shorts, caressing me at the small of my back, her hand warm and inviting. I let my hands hang loosely around her hips, pushing into her, wanting her to be even closer to me than she already was.

  Dinah then pulled her lips back and broke our embrace, stepping backwards as I watched her movements in silence. She slowly unzipped her hoodie and tossed it to the floor. Turning from me now, Dinah stepped out of her flip-flops and leisurely sashayed her way across my condo and toward the bedroom. I followed.

  As Dinah approached the door to my bedroom she unbuttoned her jean shorts and let them fall to the ground, gracefully stepping out of the crumbled heap of them at her feet, and continued on. Underneath she wore a pale pink thong, displaying her muscled cheeks as she made her way toward my bed. Once she arrived at the foot of my bed, she crawled up onto it and slithered up toward the top, finally falling into the pillows.

  I, too, flopped into bed and eagerly snuggled up next to her. Once more we held each other, our lips locking, our legs interweaving, and our hands explored. I let my palm drift down to her ass, tenderly cradling her bare cheek and giving it a soft squeeze. When I did this, Dinah let out a contented sigh against my lips.

  “Make me feel happy again,” she murmured between kisses.

  The light in the bedroom was dim, the only source a small lamp on my bedside table emitting a dull orange hue. A gentle breeze swooped in through an open window, cool end of summer New York City air fluttering in and persuading us to press tighter into one another for warmth. I could feel my body tingling, that draft mixing with the sensual scene we were building together. I was still damp between my legs from before Dinah had arrived and now that she was here I was growing ever more so at the thought of being so close to her.

  Gradually moving her hands down, Dinah took hold of my shorts and pushed them over my hips and down as far as she could. I then grabbed them with one hand and shimmied them down further until they hung just below my knees. Dinah lifted her leg up and positioned her foot between my legs, pushing my shorts the rest of the way down until together got them off of my feet.

  “You’re wet,” she said, her palm pressed between my legs and clasping my pussy through the fabric of my panties. She pumped her hand a couple of times to fondle me.

  “I know,” I said half-embarrassed. “Let me get these off.” With Dinah’s help, we took down my panties. Once my panties were around my ankles, I struggled to get them off and we both laughed at my tussle with them.

  Dinah broke from me and sat up on the bed. She leaned down the length of my body and removed the panties from my feet. Holding on to them, she inspected them and saw the creamy wetness that had coated the insides. She stuck her hand inside of them and ran a finger along the milky moisture.

  “Really wet,” she said, quite surprised at how juicy my panties were.

  “Oh jeez,” I said, blushing. She giggled happily.

  Letting my panties drop to the bed, Dinah then lifted her tank top up over her head and pitched it, her small breasts giving the faintest of bounces as she did this.

  “Let’s just get naked,” she said.

  “Okay,” I eagerly agreed, feeling my pulse quicken in time with my breath. I loved gazing upon her bare chest, her tiny tits appearing to me as though they both needed kisses right on the nipple.

  Dinah watched me as I removed my shirt, absentmindedly pushing the gooey wetness from my panties around between her fingertips. After a moment, Dinah brought a finger to her lips and tasted my cream. Watching her do this drove me insane.

  “What about you?” I said, pointing to the pink thong she still had on. I fell back down on the bed on my side, propping my head up with my hand.

  “Oh,” she said as she looked down at herself. Getting up on her knees, she charmingly slipped out of her panties, then sat back down just as quickly as she’d gotten up so that she could remove them from her legs.

  I motioned for her to come nearer to me and she obeyed, sliding up against me, our very similar naked bodies both muscled and shapely from years of dancing coalesced into a heated marriage of flesh.

  We kissed for a few, sultry moments, touching each other all over, letting our hands demonstrate our affections for one another. My head was swimming in lust, drunk off of desire, running my fingers down her back and to her ass. I was frenzied and ready, having been so close to orgasm not too long before and now disposed to achieve it with the object of my cravings.

  Dinah touched me once again between my legs, her small and slender hand massaging my womanhood and its ensuing wetness. Her palm ran over the soft fur covering my mound and her fingers snaked between my lips, back to my taint and even further on occasion, coming back out of the crevasse and gracing over my clit delicately.

  “Remember when you kissed me,” Dinah started and then paused with slight embarrassment. “You know… down there… the other night?”

  “Yes,” I cooed into her lips, kissing her through her speech.

  “Can I try that on you?” she asked, a question that instantly made my head spin with amorous thirst.

  “I would love that,” I said. We stopped kissing and I rolled over onto my back while Dinah sat up and repositioned herself. Inviting her in, I spread my legs wid
er, feeling my pussy ache and pulse in anticipation.

  Dinah lowered her head in closer toward my womanhood, inspecting it for a moment. She traced her finger through its wetness, causing a shiver to shake up my spine. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so turned on, so eager, so desirous. Without much thought, my hands came to my own chest and lightly pinched my nipples as my enthusiasm grew.

  Then she licked me. She was very slow and cautious at first, her tongue lapping with trepidation as it moved upwards against my moist slit. I moaned on a reflexive “Oh God” as she did this, watching Dinah attend to my pussy and my pleasure.

  With a single finger, Dinah probed my pussy lips, running down my slit, and then settling in my hole, which she slowly penetrated back and forth. Her mouth steadied on my clit, kissing it, lapping at it, manipulating that little nub of flesh with the tip of her tongue.

  “That’s really nice,” I groaned, trying to watch her as she went down on me but the pleasure becoming too much and coaxing me to close my eyes.

  “I like how you taste,” she said softly, returning to her licking and fingering.

  All the nerves in my pussy were standing on end, aroused and awakened as Dinah sensually examined me. I could hear the understated sounds of moistness as her tongue licked on me, the wetness of her mouth meshing with that of my pussy.

  Removing her finger slowly from inside of me, Dinah trailed the wetness down my taint and toward my ass. Sticking her tongue out further, she gave my entire slit another measured, firm lick before she touched my crinkled knot with her juicy finger.

  “Do you like this?” she asked, gently running her fingertip over my asshole. “I like doing it to myself and thought maybe you’d like it too.”

  “Mm hmm,” I agreed, a little nervous myself in spite of the sexiness I ascribed to the act, and interested nonetheless when Dinah was involved.

  Dinah’s finger prodded softly at my ass while her lips slipped around my clit and suckled. As she slurped, I could feel my clit being taken into her mouth, lifted up out of its home from the suction of Dinah’s lips. I was so happy, so enraptured, that I almost felt like crying. Instead, I took a deep breath and steadied myself, giving myself fully to this beautiful little ballerina.

  I was drenched and oozing, and I could feel a trickle of my juices slipping from me and slime down below my pussy. Dinah’s finger rubbed against my moisture and used it to massage my rumpled backside, manipulating the wetness around the rim. My hips began to progressively thrust upwards and with each breath inwards I could feel my holes loosen, tightening again on the out-breath.

  On one particular breath, loosening up, Dinah’s fingertip slid just slightly inside of my ass. She continued to massage me down there in slow, steady circles, while she lapped at my pussy lips and suckled on my clit.

  I knew I couldn’t handle it much longer. With each panting breath a moan was not far behind. Dinah was performing dutifully, focused on pleasuring me, her fingers flicking and her lips buried into mine. Reaching over, I gripped onto the bed sheets and held tightly. My hips lifted up once more and I could myself become rigid, my body battening down for the impending lustful seizure it could feel approaching.

  My free hand instinctively moved down and rested atop Dinah’s head as she ate me out. I was bracing myself. Dinah was wetly slurping. My head was woozy. It was coming. My skin grew prickly, tingly, and a light coat of sweat graced my brow.

  “Oh God!” I exclaimed, sitting up slightly and bending at my waist. I held to Dinah’s head and onto the sheets, squeezing as I trembled into my orgasm. With Dinah’s fingertip still inside me just the smallest length, my ass tightened around her digit and I brought my rear up off of the bed.

  Intense warmth flowed through me, humidity rising off of my skin, and dampness lingered between my thighs. Dinah pulled her head back, ceasing her attentions, and watched happily as I quaked there on the bed. She carefully removed her finger from my backside and in my heightened state of sensitivity, I felt as though I could feel every millimeter of her finger exit me.

  I toppled over to the side now, my knees sliding up and drawing in close to my body. With every other breath there was a soft aftershock of orgasm, a judder of verve, my pussy feeling pleasantly sore and achy.

  Dinah saddled up next to me and lovingly caressed my thigh, looking down at me in my post-coital state and smiling. In that moment I couldn’t tell who greater adored whom. I gazed up at her and offered a thankful smile.

  “I’m going to get a glass of water,” Dinah said after my moaning had ceased and my breath had stabilized.

  “Okay,” I acquiesced, my hand dropping down between my legs to rub my wet tenderness.

  “We’re not finished, though,” said Dinah. “I’m next.”

  She hopped up off the bed and ambled out of the room, her tight and firm rear pumping up and down with each step. Her posture was perfect as she moved, her movements nimble and measured.

  In that moment, none of my problems felt important. Nothing seemed to faze me. I could only think about the now, the present, and everything else simply dissolved away. The temperate air from outside lazily wandered in, offering a coolness to my warmth, and beyond that all was still. I took a deep breath and smiled. It was a good night.

  *

  Charles climbed the staircase at stage left, walking upright with the carriage of a dancer, looking like some Shakespearian king about to deliver a soliloquy. The company looked on to him, every one of them exuding anxiety for what would come next. The principals and soloists were poised to welcome a new member into their ranks, while the junior dancers all entertained the possibility that it could be they who would ascend to the desired position.

  As I watched from my seat, I noticed that Lacy appeared calm, a happy yet sinister smile on her face, seeming sure of herself that this new soloist role would indeed be hers. While Dinah, my sweet, carried a look of resigned malaise, having already accepted her fate the previous night but still having a bit of trouble dealing with the reality of it all.

  Charles straightened his jacket as he moved to center stage. All eyes were on him. He cleared his throat and spoke up.

  “Attention,” he started. “Dancers. Production is already aware of the cast change per our joint discussion this morning, but I wanted for you to all be present to hear our decision as to whom will take over for your fallen compatriot.”

  “As previously discussed, this was based on merit alone,” Charles continued. “We don’t play politics in this company. While you are all world class dancers and part of a world class theatre, through gumption and hard work and innate talent, some of you necessarily rise and demonstrate your potential, your star power.”

  Charles relished these moments to take a dramatic turn and I think he drew out announcements like this on purpose to exert his authority and position. The dancers were getting antsy, unconcerned with melodramas, simply wanting the news so that they could either celebrate or lament. Each dancer in the corps believed deep down that it could be them that would be assigned to the role, regardless of what they thought of the abilities of those surrounding them.

  “So it is with great pride,” Charles said. “That I deliver the news that we have conscripted the vacant soloist role to Dinah. Dinah, dearest, please step forward and take a bow.” The company clapped at the announcement, many of them unsurprised that Dinah was given the part.

  As Dinah stepped out of the congregation of dancers, she was crying. She looked to Charles who was smiling and clapping for her and then she looked to me out in the seats. Her face had a befuddled expression on it, yet thankful and impressed. I had fallen on my sword and she knew it.

  But she wasn’t the only one who knew it. Lacy also looked in my direction, fuming and upset that her extortion attempt was a failure. She did not clap for Dinah as she came forward and curtsied to the company in gratitude. Instead, Lacy shook her head at me and frowned, suggesting to me what was coming next. In her mind, she would most certainly let it
get around that Dinah and I were involved in something lascivious, something that could certainly have peppered my opinion of Dinah enabling her to be given this sought after role.

  I just didn’t care. I accepted my responsibility and picked the dancer whom I knew would excel. That was all I could do.

  “And now for some unfortunate news,” Charles went on, inspiring Dinah to take a step back and make way for his next announcement. The company was rightfully surprised that Charles had another update for them and apprehensively looked toward him once more.

  “Our dear Michelle,” he said, motioning toward me out in the seats with his hand. “Has decided, against my pleading, to take a sabbatical from the company so that she may work on some personal projects.” The company gasped as they all directed their attention toward me, none seemingly more upset than Dinah who, by her expression, could suffer no more surprises in such quick succession.

  Though I believe Lacy’s reaction was a close second, peering down to me from the stage with an intense sense of disdain now that I rendered her powerless. She could hold nothing more over me, as my resignation from the production stripped her of her ammo. Oh, she could shout from the rooftops that Dinah and I might be doing something unsavory, but with my leave the company would simply believe it to be hearsay or sour grapes.

  “Dinah,” Charles said. “Please join the soloist choreographers who will begin briefing you and preparing you for rehearsal. Dancers, we shan’t let this series of unfortunate events negatively effect our performances and dedication to putting up a professional production.” Charles clapped loudly twice. “Now let’s get to work.”

  And that was that. Standing up from my seat in the audience, I slid my binder underneath my arm and sauntered down the aisle toward the exit.