I was stretching on the floor, my legs spread wide in a splits when she sashayed into the room.
"Hey Rebecca," she smiled at me, giving me a little wave of her hand.
"Hi Kelsie," I said timidly, my cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit.
"You're here late. Getting in some extra rehearsal before auditions tomorrow?" Kelsie asked, setting her dance bag aside and taking a seat across from me on the floor.
I continued with my stretches, reaching out to touch my toes on one side. "Yes, yeah, absolutely."
Kelsie only smiled. "It's your first year with the school. You must be nervous."
It was indeed my first year at the Manhattan Ballet College. Auditions were being held the next day for the school's annual performance of the Nutcracker. My older sister had graduated just last year, and she'd told me how getting a spot in the production was super hard, but if you could manage even the most minor of roles, you would be set for your next three years.
Kelsie was two years older than me, in her junior year at the school. She had been my assigned mentor for the first couple of weeks that I had been there and I'd quickly found out how amazing of a dancer she was. Far above my caliber.
Not only was Kelsie a stupendous dancer, but she was the epitome of a perfect ballerina. Long blonde hair always pulled back in a dancer's bun, bright blue eyes and a stunning white smile. Not only that, she had beautiful long legs and a perfect slim hourglass figure that was always on full display in her leotard.
From the moment I'd met Kelsie, I'd felt awkward and shy whenever I was near her. She was the kind of girl all of the girls wanted to be, and all of the boys wanted to be with.
I just happened to wish for both.
"Uh, yeah. Super nervous," I smiled feebly, forcing myself not to look at anything other than her face.
Kelsie flashed a smile and held out her hands for me to take. "Well, how about you let me help you? I can show you some tricks and things to help you stand out!"
"That'd be awesome," I grinned, taking her soft hands in mine and letting her pull me forward in a stretch.
We went back and fourth like that for a minute, our feet touching as we pulled the other forward in our splits.
After that, I tied up my pointe shoes and Kelsie plugged her phone into the sound system and put on some music. I recognized it from the dozens of times I'd seen the Nutcracker at Christmas.
"Okay, Rebecca. Show me what you got."
Taking a spot in front of the large wall of mirrors, I started the routine I'd come up with for my audition. It was simple enough that I could easily remember it, but having Kelsie watch me was more difficult than I'd thought it would be.
Just the feeling of her eyes watching my legs as they moved had butterflies erupting in my stomach. I fumbled a few times, each time as I locked eyes with her as she watched me attentively.
"That was pretty good," she said as I finished up. "But can I give you a few pointers?"
I nodded, and Kelsie came over to stand behind me.
"You need to work on your posture a teensy bit. Suck in your tummy a little bit more," she instructed, and her arm wrapped around me as she pressed a hand low on my stomach.
Almost instinctively, I pressed my hips forward as my stomach flattened.
"Good. Now, also try to roll your shoulders back and arch your back just a bit," she said next, pressing her other hand against my chest.
The butterflies were flying in full force as she pressed my into the front of her body. I could feel the round swells of her breasts against my back as I leaned against her with her hands on me.
My breath caught.
"Good," she chimed again, and I could've sworn her voice had a husky lilt to it. "Now turn your head to the side," she instructed.
In the mirror, I could see Kelsie had her head perched just above my left shoulder. Her eyes were bright and practically shimmering with something more than just her passion for dance.
I did as I was told, keeping my chin up as I turned my head to face the far wall on my left.
"Perfect," she sighed and the next thing I knew, Kelsie had leaned in and pressed her full pink lips against mine.
Automatically, my eyes drifted shut as I moved my lips against hers in a heavenly way I had only dreamed about. It only took a second before our kiss became rougher, and her soft tongue grazed my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth against hers and greeted her tongue with my own.
As we kissed more and more frantically, I felt Kelsie's hands stray from where they had been pressing me into her. The hand that was on my chest strayed to the side, instead squeezing one of my breasts as she messaged it with her palm. Her other hand had drifted farther south, until she was cupping the space between my thighs.
I moaned eagerly against her mouth, and I felt her smile.
"I see you looking at me," Kelsie purred as her mouth pulled away from mine and instead began tracing wet kisses down my neck. "The way you stare when you see me dance. It makes me feel so hot."
I let my head fall back against her shoulder. "I didn't think you noticed."
"Of course I notice when a hot girl is undressing me with her eyes," she teased, her teeth grazing my neck and sending shivers down my spine. When I started rocking my hips against her hand, she laughed. "Do you want to undress me right now?"
I nodded eagerly, the thought of seeing Kelsie naked in front of me enough to pool wetness between my legs.
"God, you're so wet," she smiled against my skin, her hand squeezing my crotch through layers of leotard and pantyhose. "What do you say we take off a layer and see if that helps?"
Before I could respond, Kelsie's hands left my body and began pulling down the straps of my black leotard. She pushed the stretchy fabric down until it was bunched around my waist.
I opened my eyes to see the sight of me half undressed in the mirror in front of us. My small breasts were on full display, and I could see they had caught her attention. Both of her hands came up to squeeze the small mounds on my chest. Her hands were soft against my skin as her fingers pinched and tweaked my nipples. I even watched as she rested her chin on my shoulder and let a stream of her saliva slide down over my breast. As she swirled her finger around my now wet nipple, it jumped to life and a knot of desire began to settle in my stomach.
As I moaned, her hands travelled south, pushing my leotard down over my hips until it fell around my ankles.
My cheeks heated as I watched her list filled eyes take in the sight of me in the mirror, and she smiled.
"You naughty girl, Rebecca. No panties?"
It was true. I always found it too uncomfortable to wear panties under my leotard when I was dancing. So when I thought I was going to be alone, I didn't bother.
Now, the sight that greeted us in the mirror was me, standing in the middle of the studio topless, with my wet sex clearly visible through my see-through white pantyhose.
"Get on the floor," Kelsie instructed huskily, pulling me down to the hardwood floor with her. I obliged happily, kneeling down beside her.