But now, every so often, she could see…something… here or there… something rare, a fledgling sexuality, an unconscious allure, a lack of self-awareness, that unbridled force of youth and vitality that drew her in with an almost gravitational pull.
A FRagile Balance
© Chris Courtney Photography
Kyla always walked into Cassandra’s dance class self-consciously but with a certain determination. She moved with the awkwardness of a new born fawn – all legs and big steal blue eyes which she hid behind studious looking glasses. Gym bag on her left shoulder. A long chunky sweater covering her slender, lithe physique.
Kyla always went to the back of the room for warm-ups, like an apology for the space she inhabited. When she was a teenager, some cunt of a dance teacher told her she was uncoordinated, incapable, and unattractive, which she took to heart and had yet to overcome.
Cassie stood behind Kyla adjusting Kyla’s head, shoulders and hips to help Kyla find her naturally perfect posture. Then Cassie used her fingers to gently caress the outline of Kyla’s nubile frame, starting again with her neck.
Cassie loved the way Kyla’s slate brown hair fell, unkempt around her shoulders, before she tied it up loosely in a sweet-sixteen pony tail. Every time Kyla walked into the studio, Cassie somehow knew the moment she arrived. No matter what was happening in class, Cassie knew exactly where Kyla was. There were times, it was all Cassie could do not to stare incessantly in Kyla’s direction.
Cassie had been trying to figure out when this fledgling obsession began. At the beginning of term, Kyla seemed to disappear into the walls she was so plain. But then, Cassie realised it was a few weeks ago, during a break, when Kyla had been goofing off with her friends and in a moment of pure abandon, Kyla blushed and turned to look at Cassie over her shoulder. It was so completely coquettish, it didn’t seem real.
Cassie had watched Kyla for weeks without interfering – there were too many others in the class who needed Cassie’s attention – others who were far less enticing and far less dangerous. But today, Kyla was overly tense, and Cassie didn’t think before she reached for the back of Kyla’s neck to release the tension in Kyla’s suboccipital muscles.
Kyla was in downward dog when she felt Cassie’s cool, commanding hand on the back of her neck. Kyla’s body immediately went rigid, and her mind went blank. She had heard the other students talk about what it was like to be man-handled by Cassandra. The guys were especially talkative about how much they enjoyed and feared Cassie’s hands. They enjoyed being firmly and expertly adjusted, but there were times when it felt too good, and it was all they could do to try and stop or hide their inevitable erections. Kyla wasn’t worried about an erection, she worried about hearing how hopeless she was.
As soon as Cassie’s hand touched Kyla, Cassie involuntarily breathed in much of Kyla’s tension. Years of physical training overrode every cautious thought in Cassie’s head as Cassie’s middle fingers instinctively messaged the rigid muscles between Kyla’s spine and her skull until Cassie felt Kyla’s tension release and the muscles soften.
If Cassie were less diligent about being appropriate with her students, she might have noticed that the dexterity and prowess of her fingers releasing Kyla’s occipital was born out of the same dexterity and prowess she had in bringing the most intense pleasure to other women – even the precision of her fingering was the same, but without the heat and the sweat, or the gathering tension and the slowing of her fingering to prolong the rising, intensity of pleasure and the inevitable release of nectar and bliss.
Even with her composure intact, the power that electrified her fingers and shot through her body was not lost on Cassie as she deftly moved her hand down Kyla’s spine, until she put both hands on Kyle’s waist. The pressure of Cassie’s hands on Kyla’s torso felt more reassuring than would have ever occurred to Kyla. She could relax against Cassie’s firm hands, and for some reason she could not comprehend, she felt safe beneath Cassie’s commanding fingers. Safer than she had felt in…well..maybe forever.
‘Now, breathe into my hands,’ Cassie commanded gently. ‘And, release. One more time, breathing all the way down to your pelvic bowl. No, don’t grab the breath, release.’ Cassie could feel Kyla’s hips beneath her fingers and she pressed just enough to adjust Kyla’s hip carriage ever so slightly as the second breath came in. As soon as Cassie felt Kyla begin to shudder, Cassie moved away. Kyla didn’t understand why she was sobbing. She actually felt great when the sobs began convulsing through her and she went to her knees.
‘Just let your body release that tension. There are decades of withholding in those tears. Let them come.’
Cassie had many conversations with herself about being attracted to her students. She had barely noticed they were human until a few years ago. But now, every so often, she could see…something… here or there… something rare, a fledgling sexuality, an unconscious allure, a lack of self-awareness, that unbridled force of youth and vitality that drew her in with an almost gravitational pull. Kyla unknowingly had that pull, and Cassie gave into it in strange ways, like now.
There was something Cassie relished about having Kyla on her knees sobbing. Maybe it was knowing the tears were exactly what Kyla needed, maybe it was knowing she was in complete control and Kyla had no idea what happening, or maybe it was feeling Kyla’s body respond exactly as she knew it would – and so profusely – from the mere pressure of her finger tips. It was a power that could consume both of them…if she let it.
Since reading Lolita when she was 12, Cassie had always wanted to be a Lolita. It was only slightly disconcerting now that she found herself a Humbert. She constantly reminded herself that all of her students were at least over 18 – and the ones she lost composure over were well into their 20’s…well at least 22. Somewhere along the way she had forgotten that Kyla was only 17.
Class was over before Kyla came back from the bathroom. Her eyes were puffy and her face was flush and any make-up she had been wearing was long gone but she was more beautiful to Cassie, in that purely vulnerable state, than at any other time Cassie had seen her.
‘I’m sorry,’ she sniffled.
‘You don’t have to apologise. You have a lot of pain locked in those muscles.’
‘How do I get rid of it?’
Cassie wanted to say, ‘give it to me,’ but she knew better. ‘It’s not something you want to get rid of, - well the tension is – but once you release the tension, your pain is something you can play with. Come here.’
Kyla stood in the middle of empty studio and allowed Cassie to position her. Cassie stood behind Kyla adjusting Kyla’s head, shoulders and hips to help Kyla find her naturally perfect posture. Then Cassie used her fingers to gently caress the outline of Kyla’s nubile frame, starting again with her neck. ‘Can you feel all of this tension here in your neck?’ Cassie purred low and slowly in Kyla’s ear. ‘And here across your shoulders and down your back?’ Kyla giggled and lost her composure as a shiver ran down her spine, and once again, Cassandra saw the coquette. Demure. Alluring. Devilish. They smiled at each other for longer than they should have.
Kyla became self-conscious and dropped eye contact first, but she didn’t want to run. She liked the way Cassandra looked at her, even if she couldn’t say why. And she liked the feeling of standing so close to a woman of such stature and confidence.
Cassie held Kyla in her gaze until Kyla realised Cassie was waiting for her to go back to the posture she had been put in. When Kyla resumed the position, Cassie smiled to herself. Kyla was submissive without even knowing it, and Cassie tried hard not to imagine what she could do with that kind of natural submission if she had access to it. Instead, Cassie continued with the physical inventory of Kyla’s tension using the tips of her fingers to merely raise the hairs on Kyla’s skin. While it looked like she was merely outlining areas of tension, Cassie was really drawing the electricity out of Kyla’s flesh until all the hair on Kyla’s body stood on end, pulsing in the current Cassie had conjured. If she did this well, and Kyla was receptive, she could continue to entice Kyla back to this experience over and over.
‘Look how beautiful you are when you let go of some of that tension.’
Kyla blushed and looked at her feet. To Cassie this was almost an affront. If Kyla was to be worthy of Cassie’s desire, Cassie needed Kyla to be proud of her beauty, not self-conscious of it and certainly not ashamed. If this happened in private circumstances, Cassie would have slapped Kyla, but that certainly wouldn’t be allowed here, so she gently took her hand and raised Kyla’s head by the chin. ‘Never be embarrassed of your beauty or the attention it brings you.’
Cassie looked hard in Kyla’s eyes for as long as she could until her desire to kiss Kyla was so overwhelming she almost couldn’t stand it – and then she forced herself to stay with it a moment longer – like when she used to hold her hand over a candle flame just a moment longer than her mind thought she could handle – if only to prove that she was physically stronger than her thoughts.
‘Now, go. It’s late. We’ll keep working on this.’
‘Cassandra, can I continue to stay after class a few times a week to work with you?’
‘Of course you can, Kyla. Whenever you need.’ Cassandra smiled to herself as she turned away to gather her things.
Thus it begins.