Pick Lucy

The choice is obvious. Charmaine’s always seemed a bit stuck up to you, and Lucy is hot as fuck in those pink shorts. Even now, you swear she’s wiggling her ass at you, just begging for you to come over and tap that ass.

“Want to partner up?” you ask her.

“Do I? You bet your ass I do,” she smiles, and this time you know it’s not your imagination. That little bum is here to make a statement.

A minute later, everyone in the room has partnered up. The numbers ended up being odd, so there’s a trio on the side. Elsie brings the room back to attention with a clap of her hands.

“Alrighty, looks like everybody got into a sensible pairing, so let’s get right to it! Flyers, we’ll begin by practicing the motion on the ground, with bases supporting from below. Stand with your legs together and arms at your side. Very good. Now bases, stand by their side,” she says.

Lucy slings an arm around you, pulling you by her side. You return the gesture, until the two of you are tight as peas in a pod.

“The flyers are going to practice lifting their left legs up, so bases, kneel down and put an arm around your flyer’s right leg to support them,” Charlie says. “There we go, don’t be shy!”

You follow Charlie’s instructions, getting down on your knees and putting a hand around Lucy’s thigh. Her bare thighs are smooth and creamy, and you give them the attention they deserve, softly massaging them from below. Her thighs are so supple and soft to touch. Lucy laughs, winking at you.

“Good job! Now flyers, arms out in a T-pose,” Elsie says, performing the action herself. “Slowly, slowly begin to lift your left leg up, keeping your toe pointed. Go as far as you can without it getting uncomfortable. Don’t worry if you don’t have the flexibility to go too far yet—that will come with time!”

Now it’s Lucy’s turn to act. She begins lifting her leg up, but almost immediately loses her balance. It’s only your hands, tight around her thighs, that stabilizes her and keeps her grounded.

“Hot and strong, get you a man that can do it all,” Lucy says.

“I can do other things, too,” you say, shifting your hands up her inner thighs. You begin to suggestively stroke with your fingers.

“That’s included when I say ‘all,’” Lucy smiles. Then, she bends down and whispers to you: “And I want it all.”

“There’s a dozen people around us,” you whisper. “You can’t be serious.”

She only laughs and straightens up, beginning to lift her leg up as instructed. You realize that the motion leaves her nether regions exposed. In fact, the higher she lifts her legs, the more she exposes. Her shorts may be pink, but you’re discovering as they pull taut against her ass that they’re covering nothing but bare skin. She’s gone commando!

You edge your hands upwards, slipping your fingers under her shorts, watching carefully for her reaction. Lucy’s face is just as concentrated as it was before, focused on maintaining her balance, and she gives no indication that you’re pushing too far—or that you’re even bothering her. You venture further, fingers teasing upwards. Still, she appears to be totally focused on maintaining the pose.

“Alrighty! It looks like some of the flyers have got the motion down pat! If that sounds like you, then bases, get down into a squat, because it’s time to really fly now,” Elsie says. “Flyers, this time, you’ll have to get onto your base’s knee, and then perform the Arabesque. Careful, it’s much harder this way—it’s harder for flyers to balance on a knee, and bases, too, can lose their balance. So you’re going to have to rely on each other to stay up.”

“We’ll be coming around to give help to partners that are having trouble,” Charlie says. “In the meantime, all of you, get to it!”

“You think we should move to flying?” you ask Lucy.

“Let’s do it,” she says. “I did say we’d do it all, didn’t I?”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” you laugh.

You get into a squat, trying to keep your own thighs as close to level as possible. Lucy puts her arms on your shoulders, steadying herself, and then she steps up onto your knee. Your hands support her thighs once again, but this time, the balance is harder to maintain, and you find yourself straining to maintain both her balance and your own. Lucy, too, is leaning hard on you with her arms, struggling to find stable footing. You glance around. Everyone’s preoccupied with their own partner, trying to master the arabesque.

You decide that now’s the ripe moment to stick your fingers up her shorts again. Lucy lets out a soft moan as your fingers reach out and brush against her pussy. You’re positioned such that your body blocks most people from seeing what’s really going on, but from the right angle, somebody could easily tell that you’re up to some funny business.

Your fingers continue to brush against her folds, teasing her with light touches while she continues trying to find her balance. You suspect that your actions aren’t helping her, but you’re not about to stop now. You can feel her dripping wetness, and you wonder how much further you should go.

“I’m ready for the next step,” Lucy says.

The little minx begins to lift her leg, but you know what she really meant. As her leg goes up again, you once again have unbridled access to the holy lands. In your finger goes, wicking against her pussy before sliding in.

“Fuck,” Lucy mutters under her breath, looking back at you.

“That’s next,” you smile, probing deeper into her.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she says, getting her leg up to an impressive 90 degree angle.

You give it a serious think for a second, and then concede: “Yeah, you’re right. Won’t stop me from giving you the wildest orgasm of your life, though.”

You slick your fingers in and out of her pussy, watching as she squirms ever so slightly, still struggling to find balance on your knee.

“Nah, this doesn’t come close to topping the list,” she laughs.

“You’re a wild one, aren’t you,” you say, giving the statement extra oomph as you shove your finger deep into her.

Her only response is to smile and wiggle her ass again, pushing herself deeper onto your fingers. Perversely, you wonder if having your fingers stuck inside her pussy like this is keeping her balanced.

“That’s just the spot,” she moans quietly, as she shifts again on your fingers.

Is she losing balance? Or are those movements of her hips deliberately designed to get her off? You have trouble telling, so you focus your attention instead on keeping the two of you upright, and your fingers inside her. You imagine what it would be like to have Lucy riding you like this, sideways cowgirl, and the image of her bouncing on your shaft starts to get you a bit more aroused, too.

You keep up the public fingering, praying that you don’t get caught. Lucy, however, doesn’t seem to care about the risk. She’s got her arms spread out wide, a look of arousal writ on her face, and you wonder how nobody’s caught wind yet. That’s when you glance over and see Charmaine narrowing her eyes at the two of you. Oops.

“Keep going, don’t stop,” Lucy whispers, her breaths coming hot and fast now.

It’s not like you were going to, having come this far. You begin to finger her more vigorously, thrusting your fingers in and out of her slit. You watch for her reaction. As you keep up the quick pace, you see the way her body trembles slightly, hovering on the edge of orgasm. A couple more seconds and you push her over. The moan that comes from her throat is unmistakable, as is the way her body shakes, and all of a sudden, the delicate construction that is the Arabesque on Knee comes tumbling down.

The two of you end up in a heap against each other, and the moans that come from both of your throats have become ones of mild pain rather than arousal.

“That was pretty hot,” Lucy smiles.

“Top of the list?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe it will be, next time,” she laughs.

Charmaine -5
Lucy +20