I was just a freshman in High School when I received my first foot-job, 1976 to be exact. I was always into women's feet and legs for as long as I could remember. I fantasized about them often until that wonderful night during my freshman year when my fantasy finally was turned into reality.
One of the reasons I enjoyed attending the High School Basketball and Football games was because I enjoyed watching the Cheerleaders, especially the ones with long beautiful legs. The second reason was so I could proudly watch my older brother Vince play. At the time, Vince was a senior and a three-sport letterman in Baseball, Basketball, and Football. He also received Baseball and Football scholarship offers from several Universities requesting that he pitch for their baseball team or play Quarterback for their football team. Needless to say Vince was extremely popular and of course because I was his little brother the coaches and the town were expecting similar results from me. I told myself it did not matter but the pressure to produce always seemed to be there, and because my brother set the bar so high. I guess looking back I probably despised him for that just a little bit. Vince was cool about it and would tell me to relax and just be myself…but that's another story.
Because Vince was so popular he went through girls as often as I went through tubes of Clearasil, which sad to say at that time in my life I went through a lot of Clearasil. In regards to my brothers dating habits, the one thing that I was always curious about though was why he never dated any of the Cheerleaders. I knew that the crowd he hung out with at that time was not the typical preppy jocks. In fact it was the opposite. All the girls he dated were heavy metal looking types with frizzed out hair and leather (The fashionable look at that time). I knew he smoked weed and drank a lot. I think everyone knew but because he was so good at sports the school and the community as a whole overlooked it. Suffice it to say my brother was not the best role model for the younger kids of the town. Regardless, Vince's girlfriends were always good looking. I remember asking him once why he never dated cheerleaders. His reply was that they were too "Prep" for him. Looking back I guess what he meant was he did not have anything in common with them. I thought he was crazy because our cheerleaders were great looking and all had fantastic looking legs.
Shortly thereafter was when I saw Karla. She was a transfer student and a cheerleader. Wow!! Talk about beautiful, and she had the longest most gorgeous legs I had ever seen. I could not take my eyes off them during the games. Not only was she the best looking cheerleader but she was also the best cheerleader. After the games I found myself fantasizing about her legs. I guess it did not take long for my brother to notice her as well and much to my surprise he began to date her. After I got to know her I realized why. She hung out with the same crowd Vince did and they had a lot in common. What a pair they made. As time went on she spent more time at our place. Often she would have dinner with the family and even attend family outings with us. As I got to know Kara she was really cool and I could tell Vince cared about her a lot; the way he looked at her, spoke volumes.
Vince decided to have a Keg party while our parents were away for the weekend. That Friday night he invited all his friends over to the house. The party was crazy, as hard rock music cut through the thick sweet smelling fog of weed. I got to meet most of his friends and they were cool. I did not smoke grass and knew if I did Vince would kill me, but I caught a really good contact buzz from all the smoke in the room and all the beer I could handle. I sat on the couch most of the time experiencing a new appreciation for the sounds of rock music. I found myself staring at Kara's legs most of the night. She was wearing a pair of faded cut-off jean. The shorts were full of holes and frayed around the legs. The faded color accentuated the golden bronze tan of her skin.
It was probably from breathing in all the pot smoke in the air that caused me to become less cognizant of my staring at her across the room. Before I realized it she was standing above me smiling down and asked, "You doing okay tonight?"
Shocked and still staring at her long legs I said, "Oh yes, I feel great." I could not believe I was not able to take my eyes off her legs! I was stuck, frozen and could not move.
Kara laughed, and reached down with her hand saying, "Come on, dance with me. I love this song."
I took hold of her hand letting her lead me to the center of the room. We slowed danced, our bodies pressed tightly together. The music playing over the stereo was "Stairway to Heaven". As the song progressed Kara began to sway her hips into my groin. I felt myself becoming slowly aroused. Kara slid her hands down placing them on my hips, hooking her fingers into my belt loops she pulled my hips in unison to her swaying hips grinding her upper thigh harder against my swelling cock. She had to have felt my cock pressing against her smooth thigh as she lifted her head from my shoulder and stared into my eyes smiling "Doesn't this feel nice?"
I gulped, "yes it does."
The song picked up faster and so did Kara as she pulled me harder against her. I was at full mast my cock bursting for release inside my tight jeans. Kara rested her head on my shoulder pressing her lips against my neck she moaned, "I really love this song."
When the song ended Kara pulled away staring down between my legs. She then looked back up at me and smiled, "I see you really, enjoyed the song."
I quickly made my way back to the couch and took a seat. I watched as Kara walked out onto the back patio to where the keg was. I was excited and happy, Wow! I danced with the sexiest girl in school. Then I got scared, Wow! I just danced with my brother's girlfriend and got a serious hard-on doing it!! He is going to kill me!! Then it dawned on me, where the hell was Vince? It has been a while since I last saw him. Kara returned with two huge plastic cups full of beer. She sat down next to me handing me one of them.
"Have you seen my brother?" I asked.
"Yes, He is crashed out in your parent's bed. He started drinking early. I guess he is partied out." She laughed.
I looked at the clock on the wall and it was two in the morning. I could not believe how late it was. Most of the partiers were gone or crashed out in one of the rooms. One couple remained dancing. Kara pulled the Frisbee out from underneath the couch shaking it around to separate the seeds from the bud and rolled a joint. She fired it up and after several long draws she handed it to me. I declined.
She coughed, "C'mon! Share this one with me. I will not say a word to Vince it will be our secret." I took a small toke and held it in. We shared the joint and I found myself relaxing even more.
I asked Kara not to say anything to Vince about our dance. She laughed and said, "You mean about you getting a hard-on."