"I really can't, every time I try I end up stepping on someone's feet or banging into things." I told Sally.
"Everyone can dance, Jonny, some are just better than others." She laughed.
Sally and I met in music class. She could play any instrument, it seems. All she had to do was hear a tune, pick up something that made sound and she could duplicate it.
I was blessed with a voice that was sweet as silk, that is how I ended up in the damned class in the first place. I had a range of tones that made people turn and look at me if I happened to be singing to myself. I know that, I had even recorded myself and listened. Heck, I even sounded pretty good to myself.
There was just one odd problem, I had absolutely zero sense of rhythm. Singing by myself with no music, not a problem. Add in any kind of beat and I was off-tempo before I got the first line out.
Same for dancing, it made for an interesting situation if I tried. My partner would try to follow but I moved when I moved, the music had nothing to do with it.
So I had been headed for my locker, quietly singing a tune I had heard on the radio. When I hit one of those high notes and held it for a long time I looked over and Miriam Bartlett was watching me with interest.
Mrs. Bartlett was the music teacher. I found myself in her class, she just insisted until I finally gave up.
Of course once I spotted Sally I didn't mind any more, you would need to see her to understand. Short blond hair cropped into a pageboy style, her skin lightly tanned, slender and sleek, she looked like sex, sounded like sex. Every time I looked at her I thought of sex.
Plus she was nice, none of this uppity stuff at all. I had seen her in the hallways but never talked to her, now here she was sitting right next to me.
Sally and I hooked up very quickly, in no time we were sharing sodas and going to the park, just things young folks do. She even let me kiss her a few times but I couldn't get close to touching her other than holding hands or maybe walking with my arm around her waist.
We both turned eighteen just two days apart in our senior year, her Mom and mine threw a party for us jointly since the two of us were getting to be an item. Sally sat and played music, first a guitar, then a violin. We had an old piano that she sat at and played some of the latest songs that were on the radio.
They had me get up and sing, I did several numbers but was smart enough to do them without any music.
Sally's Mom served us both some wine after the other kids left, my Mom didn't too much approve of that but she didn't say anything.
The neat part is that later on that evening Sally let me stroke her breasts for the first time, I was in heaven even though her blouse and bra stayed firmly in place.
I found it interesting that a little dab of wine made quite a difference in the way Sally acted. Stone sober she would grab my hands the instant they started to roam, just one glass and she didn't resist much when I tried petting.
I had a buddy I knew that had a fake ID, I got him to buy me a big bottle of a sweet red wine. That stuff tasted a bit like soda pop, Sally and I ended up drinking the whole thing.
We sat up at the lookout point, and for the first time I got to slide my hand up her leg to her panties. She even let me slip my fingers inside, and in short order she had my pants unzipped and had a death grip on my cock.
We smelled up Mom's car pretty good that evening, stopping just short of me actually putting it in her.
After that we petted a lot, I learned from watching her reactions the things she liked, and more than once she grabbed a towel and caught my seed as I exploded. We both knew that sperm stains on Mom's cloth car seats would be a problem. A few of those little green tree things solved the other concern.
Then came the prom, it was a given that we would go together. I had a neat new suit that Mom bought just for the big dance, she even got out a set of Dad's cuff links, and helped me put them in. I didn't like them too much because they poked me, but the silly shirt didn't even have buttons on the sleeves.
"That's the way it's supposed to be." Mom informed me when I looked at it and griped.
I figured I could suffer for one night. Besides, when I saw Sally? Lord was she beautiful beyond belief. I stood there with my mouth open for some time, her Mom sat back watching us with a huge grin, taking pictures.
The dress she had on was soft and framed her body, the top was very low cut and showed more of her breasts than I had ever seen in the light. There were no straps, I had no idea how she managed to keep it up except that when I put my hand on her waist there was some kind of stiffer piece that maybe braced it against her waist.
It just crisscrossed across the bodice, then wrapped around her hips. The word for how she looked was stunning.
I knew she had to be naked underneath it, there was no place to put any bra. The material was so soft that she couldn't even wear panties either without showing lines, she actually hiked up the hem to show me her nylons and a garter belt. I got a brief flash of pubic hair, which I already knew was blond.
She did that right in front of her Mother, which made me blush. But her Mom just grinned.
I was thinking her Mom already had son in law plans for me, anyway.
There was a cloth tie around her waist, the whole outfit seemed to wrap around her into place.
Off to the prom we went.
The only problem with being at a prom was the dancing.
