Dream Dance

Lily stands staring at me as if an angel had just touched down from heaven in front of her. I cannot help but to bow my chin and blush at the awestruck intensity of her gaze. That tiny little prick of feeling somehow silly or like a failure of a man disappears completely, allowing me to fully embrace that for this moment my femininity was truly beautiful. I pass my glass to Briana then smooth the soft fabric of my dress and wait for Lily to speak first.

“Oh, my girl.” She whispers. “My beautiful Ellie. You bring tears to my eyes.” Indeed she was at that moment blinking glistening moisture from her warm brown eyes. Stepping forward she takes my hands, her thumbs gently rubbing across my fingers as she takes me in up close. She leans in slightly and takes a deep intake of breath through her nose and slowly lets it out through slightly parted lips. “Oh, Ellie. You’ve stepped straight out of my dreams.”

I smile bashfully. Nobody in the world had made me feel more handsome than her mother, and now nobody in the world had made me feel so pretty as her. Without a word Bri senses the significance of the moment and melts away to the side of the room, getting cozy in an arm chair near the balcony window with the city lights streaked by rain behind her. Always the silent watcher she has this way of disappearing while still being present.

Lily and I gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment, surrounded by sweet music and sensual smells and flickering amber light. For a second there we are floating in a bubble of just her and I and this special moment. The bubble pops as her eyes flit toward the clock and she lets out a disappointed sigh.

“We’ll do this again.” I whisper. “When you have more time. I promise.”

She smiles and gives a slow nod. “Let’s make the most of the time we have then.” Keeping one hand in mine she steps to the side and dims the lights in the living room further until they were no brighter than the candles. She then reaches behind a lamp and clicks something on and I gasp as little moats of starlight appear on the ceiling, walls and floor from a unseen projector and begin to slowly turn around us. The effect reminded me so much of…our prom dance!

Long buried memories come to life of that night. I recall dancing with the date I had brought, a desperation date for each of us so that we didn’t have to go through the ignominy of showing up to prom alone. The girl’s name was Tracy, a pleasantly plump gal with cheeks as red as her hair. Beyond that I barely remembered her. One memory that does spring to my mind however is seeing Lily hovering in a corner with a few of the other popular girls, all of them acting like they were above it all. I remember how, for an instant, I thought I saw a look of longing on Lily’s face as she watched the couples dance. And I remember quite distinctly how I had almost built up my courage to go ask her to dance with me until my better sense prevailed and I retreated to Tracy. That night the only thing Lily and I had shared was a gymnasium. But we were there, together, and the memory was all around us now. Only now in retrospect do the pieces all fall into place. Lily had wanted to dance, more than anything she wanted to dance, but her heart didn’t want the boys and her body rejected the girls. Beyond even that, a slow dance with body pressed to body could have revealed the secret she kept beneath her skirt. Her smile grows as she looks at me in a way that made me believe she was reliving the exact same memories I was. Just then, though the magic of an observant Briana, the music changes to Perfect by Ed Sheeran.

“Better late than never.” Lily whispers. “Ellie. May I have this dance?”

“This one and many more.” I say softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to dance with you, Lily.”

She leads me to the center of the room and pulls me into her curvaceous body. With one arm around my waist and the other and the other holding my hand she begins to dance with me. Lily in heels was about the same height as me in stockings so we come together as equals, helping me to not feel out of place here in this cocoon of the feminine. It brought back memories of dancing with Heather but the differences made it a special moment of its own. Lily was more slender, she felt different, smelled different and unlike with her mom she we were actually dancing, not simply rocking in each other’s arms. The other main difference was that with Lily there it was clear from the very first step that she would be leading the whole time. I liked that it was different and I enjoyed the comfort of following, trusting my lead to guide me how she wanted me.

The hypnotic patter of rain against the window provides the perfect background to the heartbeat-like rhythm of the song. The stars move around us as we twist and sway in time that seemed to slow around us to the gentle melody. With her eyes closed Lily’s smooth cheek rests against mine, her nose touching my hair just beside my ear as she takes in deep breaths to bathe in my aroma, her arm a supportive and guiding presence around my waist and her breasts push firmly into mine, melding around them as your bodies press tight and move as one. I give myself to her, moving with her and melding to her and breathing with her. The warmth of her body comes through the thin fabric of our dresses. Her growing arousal is soon evident against mine, but with Ellie there were no secrets and no reason to hide.

As I dance the hem of my dress swishes across the tops of my calves. I felt so elegant, so graceful, so much like a real live princess. No…not a princess, a prom queen. It was over six years late but Lily was at last having the dance, that perfect dance, that she’d longed for quietly and achingly on that special night.