Mirrors Chapter Ch. 01

The bittersweetness of independence singed through Corinne's body. Finally summiting adolescence at eighteen, she basked in her liberation. With the last of her teenage years among her, she couldn't help but cling onto the passion that had stroked every detail of her life at childhood.

B-A-L-L-E-T. Six poetic letters, that together made maturing worth it. With each graceful gesture, her strong legs could whisk her away to a point frozen in time, where her problems were obsolete. And the fall following this summer, she would be beginning her pursuit of becoming a prima ballerina.

Really her journey began when she first slipped on a pair of pale pink pointe shoes, at just six years old. Now Corinne was by far no novice. Even at a young age she was skilled beyond her peers. Her teacher had noticed immediately that she possessed natural talent. Eventually she was offered a summer job at the ballet studio until she had to leave for college.

The coming of her last summer in her hometown meant passing the gift of ballet to one last set of little girls. Today was the first day of class, and as usual Corinne showed up early to start on a few maintenance related chores.

When the little ladies filed into the the ballet studio, the fresh scent of pine filled the air. The room was completely covered in mirrors which all glimmered, and mocked image of the twelve girls with colorful reflections.

Corrine could also be shown in her black leotards, skirt coverup, and sleek bun. She had a petite frame which was toned from years of dance. Though she did have a little more booty than the average prima ballerina. Corrine was not ashamed of her body, she knew she could not change what her mother had gave her. She had in fact taken many traits from her mother, from her chestnut skin to her large doll-like eyes.

"Okay little ladies, first position... one... two... three... fo—" Corrine was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. All of the little girls turned their heads to check out the commotion. A man strolled towards them with a little girl gingerly holding his hand.

The first thing she noticed about him was how easily he loomed her. He looked to be at lease 6'4.

"Hello ma'am. I am absolutely sorry. This is my niece, I'm aware I was supposed to have her here earlier... but I sort of fell asleep." Each of his words was painted with a heavenly British accent.

Corrine knew exactly who the little girl was, she had saw her around town playing with a few other girls who were in her beginners class last year.

Corrine stepped aside so the little girl could get around her. "Loral, come over here... " The other little girls beckoned to her. She raced to her friends and began chipper conversation.

Loral's uncle continued standing over Corrine, he look as If he wanted to spark conversation.

"Erm... I'm Noel, I'm here visiting Loral and my sister on holiday." Noel extended his hand toward Corrine. She took his hand, and shook it tenderly. Corrine couldn't help feeling a bit odd standing in such close proximity of a complete stranger. She was so close to him in fact, that she could make out the golden specks, around his irises in his hazel eyes.

"I'm Corrine, by the way." He smiled a smile that made him feel so familiar to her. Even Noel's dimples seemed to wink at Corrine, from either side of his face.

"Ah yes, Loral talks about you frequently... she really enjoyed your class last year. She says that you're going to be a real ballerina this year as well."

"Yes... I umm... I will be going to college in New York this fall coming. To attend Juilliard." Noel thought Corrine was unbelievably adorable and wanted to talk more with her but he noticed the girls growing unruly. "Wow. That's amazing, a real ballerina—"

Just then Loral came over and nugded her uncle in his thigh.

"Uncle Noel, can you please stop giving Ms. Korren your cooties so we can start?!" Loral uttered, obviously irritated. Both Corrine and Noel chuckled.

"Yes, sorry Loral." He said patting little head. "I'll just have to steal Ms. Corrine after class," with his words he winked at Corrine. She at that point lost her dignity and divulged a huge grin. Noel turned from them and begin walking towards the door but glance back just to admire Corrine once more. He'd most definitely be back he thought... and on time.

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After class, as promised, there was Noel but just with a little extra 'pep in his step.' He was one of the first adults to arrive, so he actually got to witness Corrine stretching over the barre. Never had he seen a woman so flexible nor beautiful. She was graceful and deliberate with each movement. He thoroughly enjoyed the look on her youthful face, such determination and focus. Though a bit embarrass, his eyes couldn't help but drift to her ass. She had removed her wrap and her could see every curve of her perky bottom. Lust over came him and he got lost in a day dream.

Moments later his fantasy was broken up when he noticed Loral heading his way.

"Hi uncle Noel!" She ran to him to give him a hug.

"Seems to me like you had some fun little 'un." He said to her.

Loral continued to go through every detail of her day and he nodded though his mind was elsewhere.

Corrine had proceeded to the back after all the parents arrived. When she came back the only two left were Loral and Noel. The curly haired girl sat swinging her legs as sat next to her uncle. Corrine couldn't believe he actually waited for her to change. Now she wore the high waisted shorts and teal blouse she had arrived in that morning with her duffle bag on her shoulder.

"Hey," she said as she approached the two. Noel stood immediately and took her bag from her shoulder.

"You don't have to carry that silly, you are in the presence of a true English gentlemen. I don't know how you yanks do but I'd be honored to walk you to you car... and maybe get your number... I mean if that's okay." Corrine was flattered, no guy around her age would ever offer to do such a thing.

"Haha. Thanks that's really kind of you, well since you have my bag I'll get Loral's hand so she doesn't stray."

The three of them walked out to the parking lot after Corinne locked up the studio.

"Well... here's my car." She said pointing to her silver Honda Civic. She open the trunk and waited as he put her bag inside.

"Here Loral why don't you hop in the car, the windows are down... I'll be right there." Loral skipped happily away, and for the first time Noel and Corinne were alone.

"So... " They both said in unison. Noel and Corinne had to laugh at the awkwardness. He just ogled her for a few moments. Already he'd noticed how she liked to bite her bottom lip when she was nervous. Noel couldn't help but think how he'd like to bite it for her.

"Sorry if I'm being a pester," Noel started. "But as I mentioned I'd really like to know if I could have your number."

Corinne's long eyelashes batted over her eyes as she looked at the man before her. He had to be no older than 26... and oh so tall, handsome, and British.

"No I don't mind at all... can I just see your phone?" She said to him. He pulled his phone from his jean pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to her. When she typed in her number, seem seemed to be laughing at her own private joke. This intrigued Noel... Corinne as a whole peaked his interest. After a few quick stokes at his keyboard, Corinne got into her car and started the engine. Just as she started her car, Noel had finished reading what she wrote in his phone. "Wait... what?" He said slightly puzzled. The message read: You're going to have to work for the last digit mister ;)

Corinne was peeling out of the lot now but Noel was determined to catch her. Like a mad man, he ran alongside the side of here car, tapping at the window.

"Hey wait!" She chuckled mischievously, and decided to give him a break. Corinne halted the car. Aspirated, Noel approached her window. "Five." Was all she said.