Chapter 2

“I think it’s exciting,” Lizzie replied. “I love the class and sophistication of it all. I’ve always enjoyed coaching ballroom dance.”

“Then it’s settled.”

Lizzie’s eyebrow rose. “Oh?”

“You can be my date.”

“Your date? For the ballroom dance?”

“Oh yes,” Marchent nodded. “My delicious young date for the night. How about it?”

Lizzie was flabbergasted for a moment. Hell yes she was interested. But really? She was surprised she was being asked.

“Are you sure?” Lizzie asked.

“Now I’m sure. I’ve wanted to ask you for the past few days. But I wasn’t certain if you’d be interested or not. That was, until I saw you eyeing me in my bra. Then I knew.”

A sudden thought struck Lizzie like a smack to the head. It left her puzzled and surprised at the same time.

“Wait a second. How would you know… I mean… what makes you think that I’m … you know… that I swing that way? That’d I’d be a date for a ballroom event?”

Marchent shook her head. “Haven’t you listened to a word I’ve been saying for the past two weeks. I specialize in the women business. It’s what I do.”

“So you think I’m a…”

Marchent put a finger on Lizzie’s lips. “I’m not a fan of labels. We’re both grown ups and we can do as we wish. Let’s leave it at that.”

The finger was removed and Lizzie still had much to say. A flurry of thoughts came to mind. She just had to pick which thought she’d indulge first.

“Okay, fine. But still, how would this work? Are you just going to introduce me as your dance instructor? Wouldn’t that be weird for us?”

“You’re right. Which is why we have to create a new identity for you.”

Lizzie smiled, “A new identity, eh?”

“Oh yes,” Marchent nodded. “Whatever you want. Do you want to play my sexy young girlfriend?”

“Hmmm…that might be hard to pull off. And much too forced. Also, it’ll seem suspicious if we weren’t seen together afterwards.”

“Then how about my best friend’s adult daughter?” Marchent smiled. “Great way for us to meet right? Though a tad bit inappropriate if you ask me.”

Lizzie laughed. “You’re right. We should skip that.”

A thought came to Marchent, and she gave a deliberately slow pause, like she had just found the definitive answer.

“What is it? Tell me!”

Marchent licked her lips. “You could be my protégé. Just think, I could introduce you as the woman I hand selected to train. That would add an air of mystery to you. People would be fascinated.”

“This seems wrong, yet oh-so right.”

“Ethically speaking, who cares? It’s for fun.”

“Right,” Lizzie nodded.

“But that leaves us with one small dilemma.”

“You need a dress,” Marchent stated. “And since we’re here, we might as well make full use of our time. I’ll buy it for you. My treat. That way we can match.”

“A dress like yours?”

Lizzie gulped. “But that dress costs…”

“Nonsense. Price is no issue amongst friends.”

“You’re a woman of many surprises.”

“That I am,” Marchent replied. “And that’s a good thing too, because you seem to like surprises.”

They called the manager to the dressing room and asked for more gowns which would suit Lizzie’s slender size. The manager returned with a few assortments hanging on a rack.

When the manager left, Marchent raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be shy. You’ve seen me. Now it’s my turn to see you.”

Lizzie blushed. “Fair is fair.”

She casually undressed and put her clothes on a nearby chair. All those years of undressing in the locker room made this feel natural to Lizzie, but it was one thing to undress alongside other women of the same status, and something else entirely to undress with a commanding woman like Marchent watching.

“That dress has a part down the middle,” Marchent pointed out. “You’ll have to go braless.”

Lizzie stood in her bra and panties, her dancer’s frame on full display, and she felt compelled to play this game.

“Well then, I have to make sure this dress fits properly.”

She reached back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Lizzie’s small nipples were hard now.

Marchent stepped forward, her eyes wandering all over Lizzie’s breasts. For a second, Lizzie wondered if Marchent was going to touch her. Instead, Marchent reached down and hooked a finger inside Lizzie’s panties.

“These will have to go as well,” Marchent said, giving the panties a slight tug. “Otherwise, we won’t be able to gauge your full beauty in any of these gowns. Did I mention that this store doesn’t allow returns?”

“So we’ll have to make sure I buy the right one, won’t we?”

“That’s correct. What’s it going to be?”

Lizzie slid her fingers inside her panties and pulled them down. Their eyes were locked.

“I’m naked now,” Lizzie said, awkwardly stating the obvious with a virginal-like innocence. “Which dress should I try on first?”

“Actually, I like you better like this. I think I’m going to keep you naked for a while.”

Marchent made the first move. A bold one. She leaned in and kissed Lizzie full on the mouth, her hands reaching up to roll each of those pink nipples between her fingers.

It had been many years since Lizzie had kissed another woman, so this was a much welcomed treat. But she was certain that Marchent was used to this. Marchent kissed her as if this were a casual occurrence. She admired the ease with which Marchent was able to slip her tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.

“Can I make you cum?” Marchent asked after pulling her mouth away, while keeping her hands on Lizzie’s breasts. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we first met.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Marchent reached below and cupped Lizzie’s pussy. “But you have to promise to return the favor.”

“Funny, I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we met as well.”

“Looks like we both have extraordinary taste.”

Marchent plunged her finger inside, causing Lizzie’s eyes to roll back. The fingers worked back and forth, in and out.

When Marchent used her free hand to lift her dress, Lizzie reached down and returned the favor as promised, slipping two fingers inside the older woman’s pussy.

As they kissed and fingered each other, Lizzie noticed, through the corner of her eye, that the store manager was peeking in, watching their naughty show.

Lizzie and Marchent both came on each other’s fingers while kissing, and the store manager smiled from behind a curtain.

They grabbed lunch at a nearby place and took their food to a park bench, where they’d have all the privacy and relaxation to dive into these newfound topics of discussion.

“I started the organization because of something that happened when I was in college,” Marchent said, after finishing off her tuna sandwich. “It was with a former professor of mine. A female professor.”

Lizzie’s eyebrow rose. “Really? I mean, in that sort of way?”

“Yes, in that way. Keep in mind that this was over two decades ago, and this sort of relationship was still extremely taboo. Both of us would have been ruined if word got out. But in hindsight, I suppose that was part of the excitement of it all.”

“You have my undivided attention,” Lizzie replied, clinging to every word.

Marchent took a sip of her coffee. “I loved being a student. At that age, my whole life was school and dance classes. I was also a huge teacher’s pet, which came from my upbringing of always respecting authority figures. Anyway, she invited me to her home so I could use her vast collection of psychology books since I was in the process of writing a massive research paper. Keep in mind, this was before the internet.”

“Was she single at the time?”

“Actually, her husband was another professor mine,” Marchent smiled. “He taught literature. He approved of my invitation. In fact, every time I came over to study, he would have this excited look on his face, and had some excuse as to why he had to leave.”

“Oh my,” Lizzie playfully gasped. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“I didn’t realize it at the time, since I was too naive to understand, but they planned it all along.”

Marchent shook her head. “Just for her. She had been interested in me, it turned out. And her husband approved. I suppose it was his fantasy too.”

At this point, Lizzie’s lips slightly curled. It was so obvious that she was in a hot mood.

“How long before it happened?”

“It took a few visits. I never understood why she seemed so nervous whenever I’d visit, until she finally made the move. Her seduction, so to speak.”

“That sounds so wild,” Lizzie said, transfixed by this. “Did she lay it on heavy? Or was it super awkward?”

“Super awkward, as you can imagine. It was the first time that either of us had ever had an experience of the sort. It literally lasted almost two hours. But most of that time was spent gauging our own interests and exploring one another. These things can take time.”

“That sounds so intense,” Lizzie said. “It must have left a serious impression if it shaped your career afterwards.”

“Well, after our first super awkward sexual experience together, we laid in her bed, under the sheets. Neither of us knew what to say. Then she sat upright on the bed and started crying. It was like Niagara Falls.”

“Because now I had the power to ruin her,” Marchent explained. “She pressed her face against my chest and I could feel her tears rolling down my breasts. She begged me not to report her to the university. And she begged me to never tell anyone in our community or else she would kill herself. She simply couldn’t live with the shame of people knowing about that side of her.”

Lizzie gulped hard. “God.”

“I know. This was in the 90’s in conservative Wisconsin. She would have been destroyed if people knew. But I reassured her. I kissed her on the lips too, to show her that we were on the same footing, that we were in this together.”

“Sad times. I’m glad society is finally moving past that sort of judgment. I mean, why do people care so much? Let them be them, and you be you.”

“Which brings me to the best part,” Marchent said with a wink. “We had met privately at her home several more times. At the end of the semester, she gently told me it was over. She also told me that this was one of the happiest periods of her life. She got to be herself with me. She got to fulfill her desire. She knew I would never betray her. In that sense, she was liberated. She was just…herself. And it was beautiful.”

“Not quite. But I try my best to help women reach their full potential; to become the women they were meant to be.”

“Does she know that she inspired you?”

Marchent gave a warm expression. “No. But she was the most prim and proper woman I had ever met. The quintessential professional. A pillar of the community. And she always wore this gorgeous shade of red lipstick. For special occasions, she wore high heels. Is that an enticing image to you?”