Gilly goes to the dance
This story is pure fiction -- all participants of anything remotely sexual are over 18 years of age. Gilly's Mother banned her from associating with 'boys' until she was eighteen. For her eighteenth birthday her Mother gave her a sex manual, a dildo and a clit tickler together with a great deal of useful advice.
I now looked forward to Friday with a mixture of excitement and some trepidation. Mum had spent a lot of money on clothes for me. What did concern me was not what might happen but what might NOT happen. I'd hate to come home only to report that I'd danced with John all night.
John was Jen's little Brother. Jen was my best friend. John is two years younger than Jen and I. He loved to dance as much as I did and attended the same dance school that I had. My attendance being from the age of five and was curtailed when boys being close and holding me closer caused me to think of much more exciting things than the rhythm of the music and what me feet were doing.
But with John there I could at least dance properly, if nothing else.
Friday 7pm -- I was wearing my red undies with matching skirt, top and shoes. I kissed Mum goodbye and walked down the driveway to the road feeling pretty, sexy and ready for anything and everything. My Mum's 'Enjoy yourself! Have a wonderful time. Be home by 11!' rang in my ears.
'Be home by 11?' The dance finished at 10pm and I lived only ten minutes easy walk from school. I remembered what she'd said when I was trying on my new undies; 'If a man is being allowed to see a ladies undies they might as well be worth seeing'. She'd essentially dressed me sexily and sent me off to the dance with the full understanding, if not hope, that I'd get 'laid' as she'd described in one of our long discussion sessions.
There was a bounce in my step as I walked towards Jen and her brother waiting on the corner of her road and mine.
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I was enjoying myself. Dancing with my friends in a bit of a group and when proper dance music started John appeared and I waltzed, quick-stepped or foxtrotted around the gym gaily. It was about 8 o'clock, I was dancing with my friends when the music changed to ballroom. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Thinking it was John I turned eagerly into his arms. It wasn't John but one of the Upper 6th boys that constantly caused me troubled nights. He whisked me away in the most fancy quickstep you can imagine before I had any time to react. I had to quickly brush off my dancing cobwebs to keep up with him. I didn't know his name but he knew mine and introduced himself as he dazzled me with his footwork. Roger, like me, loved to dance. We had two fantastic dances one after the other and I was still in his arms waiting for the next when his friend, another cause of many enjoyable thoughts, tapped his shoulder and asked politely if he could 'cut in'. Roger didn't hesitate, he handed me to his friend with a cheerful;
"She's a fabulous mover! Don't let her escape! I want more of her tonight."
My heart fluttered at the words.
Paul danced me off my feet! Absolutely fantastic. Two dances and the mood changed to Jive. I danced with both of them as they swung me about between themselves effortlessly. I didn't stop. I didn't want to stop either. The music changed, Viennese Waltz, away I went in Roger's arms only to be followed by a complete change to Cha Cha Cha where I had one on each side of me. Tricky but fun. Paul, Roger, Roger, Paul. They swapped and changed, my head spun and I was on cloud nine.
The music changed again. A slow one where everybody just sort of shuffled about a bit. I was in Roger's arms looking up into his handsome, smiling face. I rested my head on his shoulder he rested his cheek on the top of my head. I felt his hand on the small of my back, on my bare flesh. It felt good. I smiled up at him. His hand moved upwards. In the blink of an eye my bra was undone. I made no complaint, just smiled contentedly and snuggled into his shoulder.
"Take it off," he whispered.
"I can't," I whispered back half heartedly.
"Yes you can," he chuckled and slid one strap down into the baggy sleeve of my shirt, "now pull your hand up,"
I did and we repeated the trick with the other strap.
"Now pull it out the front, scrunch it up and put it in my pocket."
I did and we smooched for a few more minutes with my firm, unfettered Girls rubbing against his strong, manly chest. My nipples became painfully hard and there is no way he couldn't notice. With the slow movement of the dance his cock was grinding against my thigh, high up. I wriggled surreptitiously trying to reposition it without him noticing. He smiled down at me and leaned into my ear.
"Now take off your panties!"
I should have said 'no' there and then, I didn't.
"I can't," I replied before utterly spoiling my 'little miss goody two shoes' reputation, by adding, "not here."
He steered us expertly over into the corner of the dance floor.
"Get your bag," he instructed.
My panties would have been drenched if it wasn't for the folded tissues inside them. He led me down the stairs to the ground floor where the toilets and showers were. He walked me passed them all to the end of the corridor where the caretakers store was. Roger stopped me, lifted my skirt high to my waist. I held it for him making absolutely no attempt to prevent him sliding my sexy red panties down my legs and off. He lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply before scrunching them up and putting them in his pocket with my matching bra.
"You won't need this for now," he said sliding his hand back up my inner thigh and removing the little wet pad that had stuck to my cunny lips.
Again he raised it to his nose and inhaled my private scent.
"Your wet cunny smells delicious," he whispered as he pressed his tongue into the tissue pad, "and you taste divine."
I smiled contentedly and continued to hold my skirt high as he pulled my soft, pliant body onto his hardness. His cock pushed hard into my upper thigh and for the second time in very few minutes I adjusted my position until I could feel his hardness against my soft wetness. With my skirt trapped between us I placed my hands on his hips and pulled myself as tightly as possible onto his throbbing, trouser covered cock.
His fingers found my cunny. I eased my legs further apart and his digit slipped gently between the folds of my engorged labia. I managed to stifle my cry of pleasure and emitted a soft grunt. My body trembled uncontrollably. I started to pant. His finger crept slightly downwards, he found my hole, circled it carefully as he watched my face. He pushed inside me. I smiled happily and closed my eyes. My legs turned to jelly. I grabbed for his neck and support. He pressed deeper while I buried my face in his shoulder trying valiantly to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. Placing his hand on the back of my head he pressed me even harder into him. Despite our joint efforts the sounds of my climax reverberated along the narrow corridor.
We moved a little so that my skirt could drop back into place should anyone be mean enough to come and investigate. Roger held me tight until my equilibrium returned.
"I think we should find somewhere a little more private," he suggested as he took my hand and led me back along the corridor.
We turned left at the foot of the stairs and out into the open. Crossing the quad we passed through the covered walkway of the science block, turned left towards the craft classrooms, around the end and across another patch of grass to the Upper 6th Form block. Another covered walkway led to the inner quad. Steering me to the right and passed a large shrub growing against the plain brick wall he led me to a picnic bench and table.
"This should do, I think," he said pulling me into his arms.
We kissed, for the very first time. My arms encircled his neck as I pulled myself onto his lips. We wrestled with our tongues. He smothered me with kisses and I returned each one with equal vigour. We broke apart. He leaned back against the wall and worked my shirt up under my armpits fully exposing my Girls for his attention. I moved my arms from around his neck and raised them compliantly above my head. My shirt quickly joined my bag on the table.
It was still broad daylight and the look on Roger's face as he ogled, yes ogled is the perfect word, my full breasts was delightfully satisfying. Nobody, except my Mum and I, had seen my Girls totally exposed. His hands hovered, inches away from my tender flesh. They seemed locked in place as if they were unsure quite what he could do.
"Roger," I said softly, "they're the same ones you were playing with outside the caretakers storeroom.
I reached up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt while he decided how he wanted to enjoy my boobs. It felt very strange to be honest. He'd seemed so confident but now he seemed a little lost. I finished undoing his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders before placing it on the table, on top of mine. Pulling his naked chest to mine I rubbed my Girls over his manly body and squeezed him tight. His arms went around my waist as he returned my hug.
"They're... err you're beautiful," he said pressing me tight against him.
"Is that all three of us then?" I teased.
His hands moved down to the waist band of my skirt. He was quick and smooth. I stepped back a little and my skirt slid down my legs and pooled at my feet. I was naked! Totally naked and I cared not a jot. His hands went to my bottom as he pressed me against his hardness once more.
We kissed, he stroked gently across my breasts with his tongue then he sank slowly to his knees leaving a little wet trail down my belly, my mons and stopped at the very edge of my cunny. He looked up. I smiled down and his head dipped as he lapped at my cunny with a soft, gentle tongue. Resting my hands on his head I parted my legs as wide as I could and pushed my hips forward.
He licked me lovingly, pressing his tongue into my hole then wiping upwards to my clitty. Jolts of electricity flew along my nerves. My body started to tremble again. I reached for my bag and frantically fumbled around looking for a pad to bite down on as my climax built. He sucked on my clitty just as I found an unopened packet of paper hankies. Shoving the whole thing in my mouth I clamped my teeth down hard. The racket I didn't make was released as pure energy and my whole body shook and shuddered. I held onto Roger's head like it was my lifebelt. When I'd calmed he stood and held me tightly in his arms.
