Dance Class Partners - a story with two endings
Copyright 2006 by EC

(Warnings: Adult Sex, Erotic Discipline)

Part 1

James met Carrie at an evening dance class offered by the university recreation 
department. He was 18. She was 32. He was just starting his second semester as a 
college freshman. She had just returned to college after divorcing her husband. It 
seemed they had absolutely nothing in common, except their isolation and 
loneliness.

James lived on campus, but did not have the type of personality that made him 
popular. He was interested in the wrong things, he was outspoken when he should 
have been quiet, and too quiet when he should have spoken up. The other dorm 
residents dismissed him after a few days, ignoring him and cutting him off to 
fester in isolation.

James had a roommate who was studying physics and totally anti-social. There 
was nothing for them to talk about, and before long, he felt uncomfortable even 
being in the same room with the sullen math-head. He returned to his room to 
sleep, but that was it. He spent his free time wandering around campus or around 
the college town, full of resentment at having been shut out of the university's 
social life.

James' sexual urges were at their peak, but that only led to more frustration. He 
was not the kind of guy that women his age found attractive, even though there 
was nothing wrong with his physical appearance. He just did not have the self-
confidence and other personality traits young women find desirable, so the 
attractive 18-year old females all around James completely ignored him.

James thought about how to deal with his situation. He felt that if he could just 
find a girlfriend, most of his other problems would straighten themselves out. 
Throughout the fall he tried various clubs and even a couple of church groups, but 
always got the cold shoulder because it was obvious he was there for the wrong 
reasons. Finally, after Christmas Break, he decided to try learning how to dance. 
Maybe dancing would help, because he knew women like to dance more than 
guys do and dancing was a good way to meet them. If he could dance, perhaps 
he'd have better luck...

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Carrie had worked as a waitress for the last couple of years following her divorce. 
She had drifted in and out of church groups. However, she was faced with the 
stigma of being a divorced woman and couldn't stomach listening to doctrine 
written by anti-social men sitting alone in caves in the desert 2000 years ago. She 
couldn't picture being a good Christian wife to some patriarchal wannabe. 
Already she had endured more than her share of unpleasantness in her first 
marriage. By the time she met James she was alone, and had been for quite some 
time.

Unlike James, Carrie really had no good reason for taking the dance class. She 
knew how to dance just fine, and hardly expected to meet a partner there. She just 
went, mostly because she had nothing better to do.

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Most of the people at the class were couples, so James and Carrie paired off by 
default. At first they didn't see much in each other. She struggled not to roll her 
eyes at his horrible performance with the steps, while he was somewhat 
intimidated by his older dance partner. Still, she showed him some moves and 
worked with him that first night in class. He made some limited progress as he 
struggled to please the only woman who had paid any attention to him since he 
started college.

During the following class they paired off again. James had not realized it, but 
throughout the week he had been vaguely looking forward to seeing Carrie. 
Perhaps she was 14 years older than him. Perhaps her lined face and cynical 
expression were not points in her favor. However, the fact remained that she had 
been the only female over the past week who had talked with him for more than a 
few seconds.

Carrie's interest in James began during the second class. He seemed so immature 
and helpless, so naïve, and yet, there was something about him that attracted her. 

After the class was over she decided to talk to him a bit. Being a waitress, she was 
experienced with making small talk. In Carrie's life, small talk often led to bigger 
tips, because if a customer looked upon her as a friend, chances were he'd open 
his wallet a bit more.

When they stepped outside, it was bitterly cold and they really had nothing to do. 
She bought him a soda. A soda. Ha! When she had been 18 she could have bought 
a beer, because back then it was legal to drink at 18. Well at least legal to drink 
beer, at any rate. The law had since changed, and her companion would have to 
settle for soda.

James was in no hurry to say goodnight because he did not want to go back to his 
room and deal with his unpleasant roommate. He didn't know where else he 
might go once he said goodbye to Carrie, but he didn't want to go back to the 
dorm. She picked up on that. Suddenly, on the spur of the moment, she decided 
not to say goodnight. Instead she asked him if he would like to go over to her 
place for a late dinner.

At first James wasn't sure he wanted to go to Carrie's place. She seemed OK, and 
was reasonably attractive, but she was so...old. Really, she was almost twice his 
age. Also, there was something kind of weird and creepy about her. However, the 
bitter cold and unpleasant dorm situation convinced James that Carrie's place was 
his best option he had for the evening.

Carrie had a small house to herself. It was a guesthouse built behind a much larger 
residence that belonged to the mother of her supervisor at work. In exchange for 
her very cheap rent, Carrie looked in on the older woman every afternoon, helped 
her clean up, and picked up her mail and groceries. The guesthouse was old and 
looked like it needed some upkeep, but it was a pretty good set-up for someone 
who earned only slightly more than the minimum wage.

When James entered the small house, he noticed how old all the furniture was. It 
turned out that all the furniture were items that had been discarded by her boss or 
his mother and relegated to the guest house. It seemed kind of depressing to 
James, the dark house, the battered mismatched furniture, and Carrie's empty 
existence. But then, was his isolated existence in the dorm any better?

Another thing James noticed Carrie's house was camera and photography 
equipment. Carrie explained that she had majored in art before she met her ex-
husband and had specialized in photography. Carrie showed James some of her 
photos. Some were still-life pictures, some were landscapes, and some were of 
people doing day-to-day things. Apparently she specialized in black and white 
photography, because most of the pictures were not in color. Carrie's photos were 
quite good, but all of them had dark shading and a rather sinister overtone. She 
loved macabre topics; urban ruins, stands of dead trees, abandoned buildings, 
graveyards. James could tell that Carrie was fascinated with death. Then, for the 
first time, he noticed another detail about her. She had several scars crossing her 
left wrist. At some point in her life she had attempted to commit suicide.

He looked around the room again. The walls were covered with old pictures, 
miscellaneous hanging items such as small tapestries and display plates, and a few 
larger versions of Carrie's photos. 

Then he noticed something that stood out. Among the items hanging on the wall, 
in a corner near the window, hung a leather paddle. The implement was about the 
size of a ping-pong paddle but slightly narrower and quite cruel-looking. James' 
heart skipped a beat. Did that paddle belong to Carrie, or had it been hanging 
there before she moved in?

James was very unnerved, but at the same time he was fascinated. It was obvious 
Carrie had a very dark soul. He could not feel safe around her, but that feeling of 
danger suddenly made him feel very much alive.

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Carrie served James a rather odd meal. It was obvious that she was into health 
food, because what James got was a plate of Tabouli, a Russian-style salad of 
diced carrots and cabbage, and a bowl of tangerine and mango pieces for desert. 
She also offered her guest a glass of wine, which he took. The wine wasn't much, 
just enough to let calm his nerves but not enough to affect his performance. At 
that moment Carrie really wasn't sure what she wanted from James, but at the 
very least she was hoping for a round of sex following the meal.

As they ate, Carrie sent unspoken signals to James that she wanted him to take 
her. However, he was oblivious, which led her to suspect he might be a virgin. A 
few questions about his high school relationships confirmed her suspicions. James 
had never had sex with anyone. Great. Now I've got to teach him how to do that 
as well, she thought to herself.

Once they finished their meal, Carrie turned on some New Age music and sat on 
her threadbare sofa. She made it clear she wanted him to sit next to her. He 
nervously chatted about his classes while she tried to give him seductive looks. 
James was not quite so dense that he didn't understand what she wanted, but he 
didn't have a clue how to proceed.

Carrie began by running her fingers through his hair and up his forearm while he 
continued to talk nervously. Her directness unsettled him, but his young body 
reacted to the touches. He began stiffening under his pants. She noticed, and he 
knew that she had noticed.

James was terrified. Carrie put her hand on his chest and could feel his heart 
pounding. She gently kissed him on the mouth. She was only the second person in 
James' life he had ever kissed. The first girlfriend he had kissed had been when he 
was 16. 

Carrie took the lead as she worked both herself and her guest up to a state of 
arousal. She kissed him passionately and allowed him to kiss her neck. He still 
was troubled by the lines beginning around her face, but pushed that thought aside 
as he felt her body pressing against his. She guided his hand to touch her breasts. 
He realized that underneath her sweater she wasn't wearing a bra. His penis 
stiffened upon learning that detail about her.

Carrie passed her hand over the crotch of James' pants and touched the tip of his 
penis, now furiously pressing against the cloth. Then she leaned back and pulled 
off her sweater, leaving her body naked from the waist up. 

James heart pounded even more furiously, because never before had he see a 
woman's breasts up close. Carrie's body was thin and somewhat scrawny, and her 
breasts were not ideal by the standards of the magazines he was used to looking 
at. What James had in front of him was a real woman, not a playmate. She wasn't 
perfect, but she was the real thing. Her breasts sagged slightly and were very soft 
to the touch. He began kissing them, and the softness and warmth of her chest 
more than made up for its imperfect appearance.

Carrie began unbuckling his belt and struggled to get his zipper undone.

"James, lift up for a second."

He lifted up enough to allow her to pull down his pants and underwear. She 
slipped off his shoes and pulled his pants right off, leaving him naked from the 
waist down. She massaged his thighs and tickled his testicles before gently 
squeezing his very hard penis. 

They stood up to finish getting undressed. James unsnapped Carrie's slacks and 
pushed them down to her ankles. He slipped his hand under her panties and 
fondled her bottom. His glance happened to fall upon the leather paddle hanging 
only a few feet away from him. Seeing that cruel-looking implement, and feeling 
his lover's bare bottom, filled him with overwhelming sexual desire. He pushed 
her panties to her knees. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She 
lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and pulled it over his head. Now both of them 
were naked in her living room.

Carrie was aroused and quite wet. Her body badly missed sex. She hadn't been 
with anyone since the previous summer and that last experience hadn't gone well 
for her. James would be different, a completely blank canvas she could paint with 
her own needs. She knew what to expect, but he really didn't.

She lay back on her sofa and pulled him over her. He was very clumsy from total 
lack of experience. He didn't even really know how to get inside her and kept 
missing his target.

"James...no...not there...lower...no...too low...wait... here...wait...just 
stop...stop...let me help..." 

She guided him inside her and he began thrusting. Quickly he forgot the 
embarrassment of getting started as he moved inside her and pumped semen into 
her body. Oh it felt good...so good. She climaxed as well, quietly gasping with 
pleasure and relief.

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When they finished and separated, Carrie got up to grab a wet washcloth and 
clean off both herself and her lover. As she walked to the bathroom he studied her 
naked backside. From the back her thin figure was quite attractive. He noticed an 
interesting detail, she had no tan marks on her body at all. She returned to the 
living room with the washcloth. Naked she looked quite a bit younger than she 
looked when she was dressed. 

A flash of sexual desire swept through James and she approached him and gently 
cleaned off his penis with the wet washcloth. She then unceremoniously waded it 
up and threw it in the direction of her washing machine.

As he sat in his lover's dimly lit living room James realized he had absolutely no 
desire to go back to his dorm room that night. It wasn't the thought of facing the 
bitter January cold to walk back to campus. It was his discovery that he felt much 
more at home in the living room of his strange lover than he did in the dorm with 
his creepy math-head roommate. She picked up on that. He would be nervous 
about staying overnight, but she could tell that was what he wanted to do. Rather 
than say anything, she would just let it happen. He would fall asleep in her arms, 
she would cover him up, and they would see what the next day brought them.

Carrie joined James on the sofa and put her arm around him. She encouraged him 
to touch and explore her breasts. He gently ran his fingertips over her nipples and 
watched the reaction of her soft skin. He noticed the scars on her left wrist a 
second time. He wondered how long ago she had tried to kill herself and how 
close she came to actually succeeding. It was a mystery, but one that he knew 
better than to pursue.

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For the first time in his life James spent the night in bed with a woman. They 
made love a second time in her bedroom. The freshman was not nearly as clumsy 
now that he knew how to properly get inside. He wasn't perfect, but he made up 
in energy and enthusiasm what he lacked in experience. Carrie felt very different 
when she was with him. It was nice to have her body be desired by an 18-year 
old. However, she had to work the next day and he had to go to class, so they 
quickly went to sleep.

The next morning she was up at 5:00. Her restaurant opened at 7:00, but because 
she was shift manager, she had to be there at 6:00 to let in the other employees. 
She didn't bother to wake up James. She simply left him a note telling him to grab 
some breakfast before going out and make sure he locked the door. She left a 
schedule of when she would be home if he wanted to call her later in the week. 
She wasn't worried about James stealing anything out of her place. She was a 
good judge of character and figured he could be trusted. 

James was very surprised to wake up alone in his lover's house. The silence of her 
place contrasted with the constant racket of the noisy dorm and was a nice 
change. He got up, and not bothering to get dressed, read her note. He found the 
casual way she treated their relationship very strange. It was clear she liked him, 
but the tone of her note implied: "if you feel like calling me, here's when I'm 
available. It's your choice whether you want to see me again or not. If you want 
out of the relationship, I'm giving you the chance to get out, no strings attached."

He went to the kitchen to see what she had to eat. Hmm... whole grain bread, 
unsweetened yogurt, buckwheat, oatmeal, fruit...nothing particularly appealing. 
He drank some juice and decided to have a quick look around before leaving the 
tiny house.

The first thing that James wanted to find was any item that could give him any 
clues about her past. He looked for some pictures or albums, but found absolutely 
nothing lying out in the open, not a single photo of her or anyone else. There was 
no mail, no bills, no pay stubs, no receipts. He began to wonder if Carrie was even 
the woman's real name, because he had no proof other than what she had told 
him. Her college textbooks were sitting on a shelf with her notebooks, but the 
only clue they gave him was what she was studying.

There was one tantalizing item in the living room that raised more questions than 
it answered, the leather paddle. Why was it hanging there, out in the open, on her 
wall like that? What clue could it give him about her? Did she use it on her 
lovers? Did she want her lovers to use it on her? 

He took down the implement and ran his fingers over the leather. For some reason 
the paddle excited him. He gently touched it to his bottom, trying to imagine what 
a good smack would feel like. He swatted himself a couple of times, first 
imagining Carrie using the leather on him, but then fantasizing about using the 
implement on her. He imagined her thin, attractive bottom, stretched tight and 
colored pink from discipline. So which would it be? His bottom or hers?

James felt that he understood why Carrie was giving him the chance to get out of 
the relationship. This paddle meant something; either she would expect him to use 
on her, or she would be using it on him. The thought and the mystery were 
frightening and exciting. 

James did not want out of the relationship at all. Quite the contrary, his 
mysterious lover, a woman 14 years older than he was, captivated his imagination 
and desires. He would indeed call her, spend more time with her, and get some of 
his questions answered.

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James returned to his dorm long enough to get cleaned up, change, and go to 
class. His fellow residents noticed a change in his behavior. He breezed in and out 
completely unconcerned about what the others thought of him. Screw 'em. He no 
longer needed or wanted their approval. Nor did he care any longer about his 
sullen, loser roommate. He had other things on his mind and the freshmen 
surrounding him no longer mattered in his thoughts.