Learning a whole new dance

Here in the dance studio, Claire was back to being a sober and kind friend like any other. But something had changed. As Claire held her, albeit briefly, the memories of that wedding dance raced back to her mind. In honesty, it was a memory that had never left her. She’d also spent the entire time turning over the conversations they’d had. Claire made it clear she had no boyfriends, no wish to marry, and showed little regard for men. Drunkenly, Claire had even told her straight out that she preferred the company of ladies, but that was hardly clear. It had sounded like a joke, impossible to know if it could be taken seriously. Sabine strongly suspected that Claire was bi-sexual, if not lesbian. On some level, she wanted it to be true. But she would never have admitted it. Not even really to herself. The idea fascinated her though, and she just couldn’t escape it.

And this was the first time they’d been alone together in the 10 weeks since the wedding. Stepping back from Claire, Sabine confided, “I’m nervous. Especially partnering with that Luke chap. He’s rather, um, touchy”

“Sensitive?”

“No. He likes to touch.” Sabine explained, with a cheeky grin.

Claire giggled… “Well, lucky you. You got a straight one then! There aren’t many of them around here!”

“Come on, I didn’t come here to get felt up, by guys.”
Shit! The inflection in that phrase had been all wrong, ‘by guys’ had sounded like an afterthought, a deliberate condition. Sabine told herself it was a simple speech error. Or had she said it on purpose? Was she testing the water? She felt suddenly unable to trust even her own thoughts. Why was she even worrying about it?

“Well, you can have him if you want. I’m just not sure I can deal with that kind of distraction on the first day.”
Claire didn’t seem to react. “Well, no. He'd be of little interest to me”.

Was this becoming a bit of a game? What did that mean?
Just move on. Stop this. “Just want to practice once more, then that’s it.”

“I’ll help. We’ll go through it together. Just let me change.”
Grabbing her kit bag, and turning her back to Sabine, Claire began to undress. First the jogging bottoms came down, revealing a perfect smooth pair of legs, and a wonderful sculpted bottom. Any good dancer should be proud of their body, and Claire and Sabine had often commented on how extremely similar they were. Same height, similar builds. Sabine had even had Claire try on her wedding dress, to see how it looked. They’d both joked about their identical bra sizes. But watching Claire undress from behind, it seemed to her that she had attained a level of physical perfection that Sabine had never quite seen in herself. She had a perfect dancer’s physique. Seeing her lift her sweatshirt up over her head, and reach round to unhook her bra, was captivating. She saw dancers changing all the time. She shouldn’t have been looking, she shouldn’t have cared. But this time, she was embarrassed, wanting to look away. But she just couldn’t help herself, she had one hell of a body. For a reason that she couldn’t begin to understand, she wanted to watch, even felt compelled, unable to resist looking and appreciating.

Claire felt her watching too. She liked it. She wondered how obvious she’d made it that she was attracted to Sabine. She had been since the day they met. But, she was married now. It had never been her intention to try and seduce her, but somehow she just couldn’t help herself from trying. On some level, Sabine had to know. The hints, the jokes, must at least have given her an idea. Since the wedding, Sabine seemed just slightly nervous, jittery.

Just before pulling her bra top down over her head, Claire turned partially around and saw Sabine’s head quickly swivel away. The reaction of a young boy, caught staring, ashamed. Aware she’d been spotted, Claire was embarrassed and clearly flustered, as if having been caught doing something wrong. Before the wedding and the video, they’d seen each other change before, but both now realised that this was something a little new. The air needed clearing, or things could get uncomfortable.

Grabbing the remote control, Claire made the right manipulations and the music began.

“We’ll do this one first. It’s my favourite.” Claire was referring to the pivotal, romantic encounter song. It was the hottest, wildest, and probably the most difficult dance from the show. She took Sabine’s hand and stood in front of her.

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