Pick Charmaine

The choice is obvious. If you’re going to find a way through Charmaine’s stony shell, this is as good of a chance as you’re going to get. Plus, the way that blue leotard hugs her lithe body makes this statuesque black babe look hot as hell. You tap Charmaine on the shoulder.

“Want to partner up?” you ask.

“Have you done this before?” she asks.

“No, but these aren’t tryouts,” you laugh. “You’ll be welcome back either way. Who knows, maybe you could even teach me a thing or two.”

“Then it would be my pleasure,” she says, and she stands a hair closer to you, which must be her way of designating herself as taken.

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.

You take a second to stand by Charmaine’s side. She maintains great posture, her back straight and chest out, which is… just a tiny bit distracting.

“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 get on your knees, putting your hand around Charmaine’s thigh. It’s toned yet slender, her long legs reminding you of a ballerina’s. Charmaine remains still, but you notice her glance down quickly at your hand around her thigh, before her gaze flicks back up.

“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!”

Charmaine lifts her left leg up with ease, stretching it out behind her. It looks easy, until you see other flyers struggling to get their legs up to the same degree. This must be her gymnast training. You see other flyers wobbling, their bases needing to use their arms to stabilize them, so you grip Charmaine tighter, supporting the small of her back with your hand.

“I don’t need the support,” she says, and then, quickly: “Not that what you’re doing is bad. There’s no such thing as being too safe.”

“Naturally,” you say, shifting your hand up her thigh. “And this should make you more stable too.”

You see Charmaine nod and open her mouth, about to say something, when Elsie, that loudmouth, cuts her and everyone else in the room off.

“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,” she 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 get into a squat, trying to keep your own thighs as close to level as possible, and then meet Charmaine’s eye. She gives you a nod, and then effortlessly steps up onto your knee. Your hands continue to support her thighs, but you get the sense that even an earthquake couldn’t knock her off balance. In fact, with the way that you’re leaning back in the squat to make room for Charmaine, you feel like you’re using her for support rather than the other way around. Like Elsie said, it’s hard to keep balance like this.

“Ready for the Arabesque?” you ask her.

“Always,” she smiles, sounding cocksure.

She begins lifting her leg then, her arms spread wide in a T-pose. She moves slowly, gracefully, and you think you would find her quite beautiful if you weren’t so preoccupied with keeping yourself upright. But with the way Charmaine’s weight is shifting on your knee, you find yourself gripping Charmaine’s thigh tighter to stay up. She keeps her composure, staring straight ahead, even as you continue feeling up her inner thighs.

“You make me feel very secure, Alex,” Charmaine says. “I’m safe up here.”

Her words warm your heart, but you can’t say the same is true of her as your knees wobble. Charmaine stays balanced, but it takes you a moment to find your center.

“I’m struggling a bit down here,” you admit, your hand accidentally slipping up as you do.

You realize with a start just how close your hands are to her pantyline. You think you see Charmaine swallow silently, but she maintains the pose, continuing to stare straight ahead.

“Just adjusting my grip,” you say, your hands shifting again, your thumb brushing past that pantyline, hovering an inch away from her core. This close, you can practically feel her heat radiating off her. And could that be a hint of wetness?

“Do what you have to,” Charmaine says. “I know you don’t have much practice at this.”

“Thanks,” you grunt, adjusting your grip, moving ever closer to her nether regions. “I think I’m almost there.”

“Keeping your balance is all about finding the center,” Charmaine says, still maintaining the pose, ever the consummate professional.

Never one to disregard a woman’s advice, you strike straight for the center, one last shift of your hands letting your thumb slick against her pussy through her leotard. The moment is glorious and short-lived, because the moment you make contact, you hear a soft moan escape from Charmaine’s mouth, and then her knees wobble. With your hands wrapped so tightly around her inner thigh, you lose balance too, and with your grip on her, as you go down, you drag her down with you, until the two of you form a tangled heap on the ground.

You silently thank whoever put these mats on the ground to break your fall, and then you realize that Charmaine’s spooned against you on the ground, her ass pressed up against a rapidly growing erection of yours.

“Oh shit, sorry about that,” you say. “I didn’t mean to bring you down!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Charmaine says, glancing over her shoulder to smile at you. “We’ve got all night to practice this more… together.”

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