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Lezy Sue
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,732
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ostensibly - PG13
Marion had arrived late to class and wasn’t making any progress. From where she sat on the couch, ostensibly untying her shoes, she had noticed the new girl’s legs. Most women in the class simply wore old tracksuit pants; the new girl wore a ruby red crushed satin skirt. And when she turned a certain way in front of the light the shape of her legs were quite obvious through the dark fabric. She probably didn’t even realise her skirt had that much transparency in the right light conditions.
The new girl’s hand movements were near mesmerising, Marion thought, and tried to keep thinking as the girl slid one hand the curve of her butt as the fingers of the other traced the lines of her neck. She *really* didn’t know anyone was on the couch right behind her.
Marion slouched down on the brown velour seat, feeling like a pervert as she waited for the light to catch the girl’s skirt again so she could see if she was wearing leggings under her skirt. A slow twist of the hip and Marion could tell that she had long black socks pulled up to her knees, and bare thighs all the way up to where her hip scarf covered her bum.
You’re a sleaze, Marion thought to herself, and got up to stretch in front of the mirrors.
*****
Peggy practiced her undulations, ostensibly keeping her eyes on the mirror to check her posture and rhythm. It wasn’t her fault that the late girl stood directly between her and the mirror. She watched as the late girl stretched her back and legs, making right angles you could measure with a protractor. Most women in the class simply imitated the teacher’s warm up routine; this girl put as much effort into a perfect stretch as she did the actual dancing.
Peggy watched as the late girl bent the other way to stretch the other side equally, stretched a little bit further, the mirror reflecting her wincing face. The girl really seemed to enjoy her stretches, savoured the pains they caused and then cured. She probably didn’t know what she looked like when she bent forward and grasped the backs of her ankles, legs straight and height folded perfectly in half.
After the class Peggy covertly watched as the late girl progressed through her floor stretches. She got to the last position and arched backward, raising her hips from the floor and tipping her head backward. She opened her eyes and saw an upside down world where the new girl was staring at her under lowered lashes.
*****
The two girls observed each other, one standing and one bent upside down and they smiled at each other, smiled for longer than two people who happen to take the same dance class and don’t know each others’ names usually smile at each other, then Peggy went out to where her boyfriend was waiting in the car and Marion walked home to feed her cat.
The new girl’s hand movements were near mesmerising, Marion thought, and tried to keep thinking as the girl slid one hand the curve of her butt as the fingers of the other traced the lines of her neck. She *really* didn’t know anyone was on the couch right behind her.
Marion slouched down on the brown velour seat, feeling like a pervert as she waited for the light to catch the girl’s skirt again so she could see if she was wearing leggings under her skirt. A slow twist of the hip and Marion could tell that she had long black socks pulled up to her knees, and bare thighs all the way up to where her hip scarf covered her bum.
You’re a sleaze, Marion thought to herself, and got up to stretch in front of the mirrors.
*****
Peggy practiced her undulations, ostensibly keeping her eyes on the mirror to check her posture and rhythm. It wasn’t her fault that the late girl stood directly between her and the mirror. She watched as the late girl stretched her back and legs, making right angles you could measure with a protractor. Most women in the class simply imitated the teacher’s warm up routine; this girl put as much effort into a perfect stretch as she did the actual dancing.
Peggy watched as the late girl bent the other way to stretch the other side equally, stretched a little bit further, the mirror reflecting her wincing face. The girl really seemed to enjoy her stretches, savoured the pains they caused and then cured. She probably didn’t know what she looked like when she bent forward and grasped the backs of her ankles, legs straight and height folded perfectly in half.
After the class Peggy covertly watched as the late girl progressed through her floor stretches. She got to the last position and arched backward, raising her hips from the floor and tipping her head backward. She opened her eyes and saw an upside down world where the new girl was staring at her under lowered lashes.
*****
The two girls observed each other, one standing and one bent upside down and they smiled at each other, smiled for longer than two people who happen to take the same dance class and don’t know each others’ names usually smile at each other, then Peggy went out to where her boyfriend was waiting in the car and Marion walked home to feed her cat.