The Last Dance

Lexi couldn’t contain her smile, finally, at 23 years old, her dreams were beginning to drop into place. Here she was at last, after all these auditions, on a 4 week run as lead dancer in a new London West End show. This was her chance and the added bonus of a month in the capital added to her joy.

But Lexi was nervous, scared even, she had been lodged in a beautiful flat, a surprise after some of the grotty dives she had previously had to stay in, even so it lacked any homely touches.

That would soon be rectified as Lexi settled in by placing a couple of photos of James and their wedding which had been just two months earlier, then she added a couple of the dog and her best friend, Pheobe. Pheobe had also managed to get a place with the dance group. Lexi hadn't seen her friend since before the wedding and was really looking forward to seeing her tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the first dress rehearsal run through. Where it all began. Lexi really felt the pressure and the jangle of mixed emotions the more she thought about it, and all of her efforts to read and relax were useless. There was only one thing to do at such a time... practice. Grabbing her bag with her practice gear in, she head out and made her way to the studio she’d been given keys to. She would be alone, and able to focus. Perfect. On the way there she wished James had come with her. He always knew just how to calm her, and there was something about fear that made Lexi surprisingly horny. An odd reaction really, she’d always thought, but James would have appreciated it.

At the studio Lexi went through her warm up routine, it did the trick as her muscles relax a little. Then she listened through the whole score, which was already firmly embedded in her memory. Imagining the moves, the steps as she went through. It was mostly modern, fast, high energy dancing. Nothing like the ballet she’d done as a child, these dances where sexy, and really fun. They would pass as MTV material. As she began practicing, time vanished for her, she got lost in her training, and the morning soon became afternoon., without her even noticing.

The sreech from the the door sweeping open broke Lexi's concentration as in walked Pheobe.

"Hell girl, there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere!"

Lexi realised that she had no idea how long she’d been there. "God- sorry. Got a bit caught up in it all. What time is it?"

"Only about 5.30- but, I got here hours ago. You’re the only person I know here in London, and you go missing in action." She was joking now, just relieved to have found Lexi.

"Sorry- I’m totally freaking out though."

Pheobe gave her a hug, and tried to calm her "Don’t be daft." She could tell she’d already been working out for some while. "You’re being a stress-head."

Lexi loved the way Pheobe could always tell her that. They had met when Lexi had joined dance college, and she’d been a nervous wreck at the time. The two became friends almost immediately, and Pheobe helped Lexi through the entire nightmare.

"You shouldn’t over do this you know- you’ll burn out. It’s a 4 week run."

"I know- I just want tomorrow to be perfect."

"It will be. You’re already perfect, and you know it."

Lexi always tried to hide how much she loved to hear that from Pheobe. Her relationship with Pheobe had been through some changes recently. At her wedding party, Pheobe had drunk way too much, and no surprise at a dancer’s wedding there had been a lot of dancing. But when Pheobe and Lexi danced together, everyone stopped and watched. Lexi had only partially realised, but returning to her husband James, she’d found him with a raging erection.

A couple of weeks later, they finally got round to watching the video of the party, and Lexi began to understand. The eyes of everyone there had been locked on the pair. Being attractive young dancers, with a penchant for sexier, more vibrant dance styles was one thing, but above that, there was a certain energy, a spark between them. Lexi was truly surprised to see the effect that their dancing had had on everyone, and seeing it again, the effect that it had on her. On both her and James, in fact. It was breathtakingly arousing, seeing their bodies sway and interplay with each other really did have a certain magic to it. After only a few minutes of the video, James was stroking her, clearly showing his arousal, and it was only moments before James and her were having one of their most charged and passionate sex sessions in years. Lexi was so aroused and excited, seeing how great they looked together, how everyone has stopped and stared. The whole time as James fitted between her legs, her eyes just couldn’t keep away from the screen. It had all created brand new feelings in Lexi but she tried unsuccessfully to ignore.

But here in the dance studio, Pheobe was back to being a sober and kind friend like any other. But something had changed, while Pheobe held her, albeit briefly, the memories of that wedding dance leapt back into her mind. In honesty, it was a memory that had never left her. She’d also spent the entire time turning over the conversations they’d had. Pheobe made it clear she had no boyfriends, no wish to marry, and showed little regard for men. Drunkenly, Pheobe had even told her straight out that she preferred the company of women. It had sounded like a joke and impossible to know if it could be taken seriouslythough Lexi strongly suspected that Pheobe was bi-sexual, if not lesbian. Secretly Lexi wanted it to be true, though she would never have admitted it. Not even really to herself. The idea had a tantalising attraction to her though, and she just couldn’t escape it.

This was the first time they’d been alone together in the months since the wedding.

Stepping back from Pheobe, Lexi confided, "I’m nervous. Especially partnering with that Luke chap. He’s rather, um, touchy."

"Don't you mean Sensitive?" - "No. He likes to touch." Lexi countered, with a smirk.

Pheobe giggled- "Well, lucky you. You got a straight one then! There aren’t many of them around here!"

"Come on, I didn’t come here to get felt up, by guys."

Cutting herself short as she realised the inflection in that phrase had been all wrong, "by guys" had sounded like an afterthought, a deliberate condition. Lexi told herself it was a simple speech error, but Lexi realised she had said it on purpose, testing the water.

"Well, you can have him if you want. I’m just not sure I can deal with that kind of distraction on the first day."

Pheobe didn’t seem to react. "Well, no. He'd be of little interest to me."

Was this becoming a bit of a game? What did that mean?

Just move on. Stop this. "Just want to practice once more, then that’s it."

"I’ll help. We’ll go through it together. Just let me change."

Pheobe grabbed her kit bag, and turning her back to Lexi and began to undress. First the jogging bottoms came down, revealing a perfect smooth pair of legs, and a wonderful sculpted bottom. Any good dancer should be proud of their body, and Pheobe and Lexi had often commented on how extremely similar they were. Same height, similar builds. Lexi had even had Pheobe try on her wedding dress, to see how it looked. They’d both joked about their identical bra sizes. But watching Pheobe undress from behind, it seemed to her that she had attained a level of physical perfection that Lexi had never quite seen in herself. She had a perfect dancer’s physique. Seeing her lift her sweatshirt up over her head, and reach round to unhook her bra, was captivating. She saw dancers changing all the time. She shouldn’t have been looking, she shouldn’t have cared. But this time, she was not, wanting to look away, she just couldn’t help herself, she had one hell of a body. For a reason that she couldn’t begin to understand, she wanted to watch, even felt compelled, unable to resist looking and appreciating.

Pheobe felt her watching too. She liked it. She wondered how obvious she’d made it that she was attracted to Lexi. She had been since the day they met. But, she was married now. It had never been her intention to try and seduce her, but somehow she just couldn’t help herself from trying. On some level, Lexi had to know. The hints, the jokes, must at least have given her an idea. Since the wedding, Lexi seemed just slightly nervous, jittery.

Just before pulling her bra top down over her head, Pheobe turned partially around and saw Lexi’s head quickly swivel away. The reaction of a young boy, caught staring, ashamed. Aware she’d been spotted, Pheobe was embarrassed and clearly flustered, as if having been caught doing something wrong. Before the wedding and the video, they’d seen each other change before, but both now realised that this was something a little new. The air needed clearing, or things could get uncomfortable.

Grabbing the remote control, Pheobe made the right manipulations and the music began.

"We’ll do this one first. It’s my favourite." as she took Lexi’s hand and stood in front of her.

"Err-?" Lexi looked confused and a little surprised.

"I’m your partner. How else do you expect to practice it?"

Lexi had actually just been expecting to run through the moves, practicing the steps, but this would work. Feeling Pheobe’s fingers interlock into her own, her pulse fluttered just slightly. The fiery flamenco treble kicked in, and the dance began. Circling each other, mimicking the flirtation of young lovers, staring, and sizing each other up. Visually the dancers would seduce and attract each other. Lexi was enraptured by how exquisitely Pheobe danced, and how she immediately fell into character, as the male partner. Dancers, like actors have an ability to disappear in to the role. It was an incredible liberation, to just treat her as if she were any other male dance partner. After moments of circling and swirling, the first contact was made and Pheobe’s hand glided sumptuously over Lexi’s midriff. In perfect keeping to the choreography, Pheobe played it with the tentative air of a young lover’s first advance. But to Lexi, no matter what she told herself, her body knew it was no male stranger. This was Pheobe- and it felt different, strange, but wonderful.

The dance warmed gradually, depicting the rush of a first intimate encounter. The next big move was a real killer for Lexi. Her male partner was to stand behind her, as Lexi ran her hands right over her body. Both hands, beginning at mid thigh, and rising up, and up, curving over both breasts, and up through her hair, hands finishing, pointing to the sky. A move she’d performed a thousand times, but on this occasion her hands were to be followed closely by Pheobe’s. As Lexi’s fingers traced their way up her thigh, she felt ten more join immediately behind. The move was quick, and not intended to linger, but the feel of those hands as they ran over her body, over the tops of her thighs, the curve of her bare stomach and rounding the mound of each breast, stayed with her. She literally trembled, feeling the soft fleshy palms float across her. Professional and adult, neither stopped to even miss a beat, but there was no hiding that something was happening between them.

The dance drove on and on, grasping Lexi’s hips from behind and spinning her around, the following movements were close, body to body, intense grinding. Front to front, pressed together, a quick rumba type step had their legs and feet interlocking, their bodies almost as one. Hands flirtatious and inquisitive, the movements were all deliberate and cautious. In-role, each of the ‘characters’ were testing the new boundaries to which their new lover will allow them access. Experimenting with greater and greater levels of intimacy, like sex hungry virgin teenagers. For both women, every single contact of their hands, every touch of their bodies and flesh was a rush to them both, but neither allowing themselves to show the extent of their pleasure.

The final phases of the dance advanced, and neither dancer wavered for even a second from the choreography. Pheobe passed under Lexi’s raised leg, grasping her thigh and pulling her against her. She couldn’t have made it sexier if she’d wanted. Continuing was actually hard at moments. Pheobe found it hard to concentrate. Finally, the grand finale approached. Taking a second to think the moves through, the final sequence was a leap into the arms of her lover, her legs wrapping around him, and then jumping back down to fall against his chest, and stop, with lips close to kissing, but resisting contact. Her hands resting flat on his strong chest, rounding his pecs.

Wow- that was possibly going to be one the most difficult steps of her life. The leap was easy. Snaking her thighs elegantly around Pheobe’s firm thin waist and Pheobe bore all her weight easily, in the correct manner, with one hand flat under her upper thigh. Correct and professional, but Lexi felt her touch inside her like a hot iron. Her breasts at this moment rising with her heavy breath, practically pressed against Pheobe’s face. No contact was made, but both aware of this new proximity, both accepting, and even taking advantage of this closeness. Using her surprising strength, Pheobe launched Lexi into the dismount, and watched her intently as she made the final steps into the end pose. Leaning in, Lexi’s hands rose and her mind was racing- Am I really going to do this? Only seconds remained and Lexi was literally beginning to panic. Groping her breasts, be it in character or not, just didn’t seem like something she was able to do. Was it really necessary? I’m a professional- why am I even asking myself such a silly question? Of course she should do it, but the seed of fear was planted. The hesitation shook her and it was too late. As they merged her hands flinched, diverting off course and settling clumsily, embarrassingly on the space between breast and shoulder. A perfect dance ruined at the last second. Their lips ending just millimeters apart, eyes locked, it was a moment charged and heated for them both, breathing deeply.

Pheobe chuckled, teasing gently- "Smooth- I wondered how you were going to handle that one."

Internally, and secretly Lexi was furious with herself, disappointed at her silliness, the moment gave her great clarity. The only reason she’d let herself get into a state like that was because she had wanted it. Something made her desperate to hold those breasts. Feel them and press against them. And it scared her.

"You know I like you, but that doesn’t mean you have to go all prudish on me-" It was the first ever straight out confession. Still smiling, as if joking, Pheobe took just one of Lexi’s hands and moved it, pressing it flat against her breast. "It’s there! Gotta get that right tomorrow." It was in jest, but the sparks from that touch that ran through them both we’re very real. The temperature shot up inside Lexi’s body. She tried desperately not to show her elation. Her fingers trying to resist squeezing, feeling and stroking.

But, the moment was broken by the intro to the same piece of music again. "Oh- it’s on repeat." And without even saying a word, both launched straight back into the beginning sequence. Lexi was giddy. Something had happened. Permission was granted, and something had changed inside her. She had had an epiphany. She wanted this- she wanted to explore this feeling, this attraction. To see where it would lead her. And she knew exactly how this dance was to end. She wouldn’t disappoint herself again.

The first moves led into the long, body-stroke, just as the first time. But barriers were down. Lexi took pleasure in priming, and treating her own body as her hands languished over it, feeling the immense sensitivity now present in the tops of her thighs, the pertness of her breasts and her two solid nipples. And then those other hands followed. Smooth, and soft, not like the strong, large male hands of her normal partners. She was delicate and graceful, but at the same time intent and hungry. Pheobe’s hands were direct, and pleasuring, not furtive and shy like before. All the sexual energy of the dance was there this time, and Pheobe was bringing her own as well, and there was no doubt that she was loving the task. Lexi gasped as Pheobe’s fingers cupped her two breasts simultaneously, feeling her nipples pressed against her palms. As they ran up and into her hair, she felt a weakness beginning in her legs, relishing in the feeling this time, not hiding from it. No woman had ever touched her this way, and few men had ever had such a strong effect on her.

It was all a little too much for Lexi. Being spun back around to face her partner, the moves came to her as if by instinct, but her mind was reeling. Finding herself pressed once again up against Pheobe’s firm body, she was this time conscious of their breasts pressing together. Letting her hand settle on her bottom as the footwork locked them together, her thigh working its way between Pheobe’s, getting truly giddy thinking forward to the crescendo, and the lift, and the finale all still to come. A buzz emanated from her lower stomach as she felt her pussy moistening. The fancy footwork and her desire to stay tight against Pheobe’s body had her literally rubbing herself against her thigh, each time it intruded between her own. The end of this part was a gyrating, rocking movement which had her teetering on the very brink of orgasm. She had been completely unprepared for the state that she was getting into, but completely powerless to change things. She was lost. Enchanted, and enraptured by the goddess that was provoking this strong sexual reaction in her very depths.

Abandoning herself to the rhythm, the rest happened in a sort of haze. The lift finally came around, and leaping a little too fervently onto Pheobe’s frame and clamping around her, she finally became aware of the incredible wetness that had grown between her legs. Having wrapped her legs tight around her partner, pressing her opening right against Pheobe’s bare middle, every movement was sending shock waves through her. Pheobe looked into her eyes and could see the restraint, the torture and the orgasm growing there. Transported and clearly in the reverie of pleasure, Lexi’s face was the sexiest thing she could have imagined. How long she’d waited! And the finale approached.

Lexi, still keeping right on time, descended from her partner, and began positioning herself for the big finish. She was so excited, she actually felt herself shake. She was right on the brink of her orgasm, forced to hold back to finish the dance, but desperate to scream and roar right into it. Pulsing inside and out, breathing hard, she rushed to the ending, pacing fast in towards Pheobe. But she watched in amazement as in the two or three seconds that this afforded her, Pheobe pulled her bra top up off over her head, and left Lexi racing towards her naked, heaving tits. No doubt, no hesitancy, and no shame, her hands reached, fingers rounding and tenderly slid all ten digits around the taut pert orbs of Pheobe’s beautiful breasts. Lexi spread her legs as they came together, and as their thighs interlocked, Lexi welcomed it and clamped her pussy down on to it, feeling Pheobe do the same.

"OH my god-. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaahhhhh."

It overcame her completely, and as her mouth articulated the torture of her exquisite pleasure, Pheobe’s eyes locked her own gaze, and she smiled a beaming smile, seeing her passion manifest itself so clearly in the features of her face. Locking tight together, Pheobe felt the orgasm shudder through Lexi, her whole being quaking, trembling. Her fingers probed and pinched at her nipples, and her own summit was not far away. As Lexi continued to grind her ecstasy out against her dance partner’s thigh, the her fingers worked Pheobe’s breasts, playing and enjoying, but feeling Pheobe also mounting to the peaks of ecstasy. Her gyrations and rhythm became deeper, her mouth opened, gasping and within seconds, they were sharing their wildest moment of frenzied passion. The two women stood in the centre of the room, gazes burning into each other’s eyes, visually consuming and taking each other. The booming music grew once again around them, and both lost themselves to the throes of pleasure and adventure as they cultivated and shared their orgasms with each other, as if they were one single twisted candle of hot, melting sexual energy. Each one’s eyes still fixed, never leaving the other’s, communicating their passion and elation in a way that words would never have managed. Their lips still apart, by only the tiniest distance.

Slowly, gradually returning to themselves, they didn’t move. Their bodies enmeshed and saturated, they could have stayed there forever, lost in each other’s eyes.

Lexi was trying to speak- "Wow- My god- that was- I’ve - you’re - we should."

A million things she wanted to say-

"Sssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh-.. Don’t." And finally, at long last, she crossed the fraction of a centimetre that they’d both been holding on to. Their lips met, and with their first, soft, warm kiss a deal was concluded. Something magical had happened, and it wasn’t over.