Apparently, I didn't make this clear enough: both of the parties involved were over 18. Anyway.
Everyone looks forward to their prom night. Girls start shopping for dresses months in advance and constantly obsess over who they're going to go with. On the actual day of the prom, they'll spend hours getting themselves ready and looking perfect. I thought I was done with all that, but I got invited to a friend's prom. He said there would be a lot of people from my class that were invited, and that it should be fun. I was fairly skeptical, since prom had always sucked before. Nobody danced so the DJ gave up and played slow songs the entire night both times. Not that anybody noticed since everyone was standing around outside in the lobby, waiting for prom to be over so we could go to the after party. Not even the food was good, but that was to be expected. The point is, I was expecting a pretty bad time but Patrick is one of my best friends so I went just to make him happy. Besides, I didn't have to pay for anything.
We both got there about an hour and a half late, all dressed up and looking very good. It was true that there were a lot of people from my class; I knew almost everybody there. I was pleasantly surprised and went over to talk to some of my friends while my date did whatever it is guys do at prom. I think he was eating. I didn't feel too bad about ditching him because he had his friends that he hung out with, and I didn't really talk to them.
So me and the girls were chit chatting about who was looking hot tonight and the other girls' dresses when the DJ started playing some hip hop instead of slow songs. I immediately started moving to the beat almost unconsciously while sitting my chair, and one of my friends grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. All the girls in my group followed and other people joined us until the dance floor was packed, even though about 80% of the people dancing were female. I wasn't complaining. Everyone was raising their hands above their heads and getting down. It was so different from the proms I went to before. This time, everyone seemed determined to dance and have a good time.
I was dancing in a group of about five girls. I knew all of them, but was really close with one of the girls. Kate is her name. We've gone through high school together...she's a good friend. I was always aware that she was very pretty, but had never looked at her in a sexual way. She was totally straight and as far as I knew, had never experimented with another girl and never had the desire to. She knew that I was a lesbian and had no problem with it; she treated me the same as all her other female friends, which meant a lot of touching. She's one of those girls that like to cuddle with other girls and is just generally a touchy-feely kind of person.
The five of us were dancing and eventually we started getting pretty sweaty. The dance floor was so crowded we all had to dance really close. We kept getting in each other's way, our arms and legs bumping against each other. People came and went, but eventually the girls got tired and dropped out until it was just me and Kate left. In fact, the dance floor was getting pretty empty by then because people had been dancing for a couple hours and everyone's feet hurt. Kate and I both love to dance though, so we ignored the pain in our arches (dancing for a few hours straight in 4 inch heels will hurt) and kept going, even though it was just us and maybe 5 other people dancing in their own group. She was so hot. Her hair was slightly out of place and she was covered in sweat as her body gyrated to the music.
She looked at me and said, "I guess it's just us now,"
I smiled, throwing my head back and immersing myself in the beat. The song "Me and You" by Cassie was playing and I love that song. I raised one arm above my head and said, "Careful. People might think I turned you lesbian and we're going out. See the teachers looking at us?" as I wiped off some sweat from my face and neck, my fingers trailing down my jaw line to my collarbone and my chest.
She gave me a mischievous smile and said, "Well let's give them something to watch then," and turned around, grinding her ass into me. She is exactly the same height as me, so everything fit together well. I was taken by surprise but recovered quickly, my hands resting on the sides of her hips as I pushed my hips forward so I was pressing my pussy against her ass. Our hips were moving together perfectly. That's one thing about grinding with girls: first of all, you're probably around the same size so you're not grinding against someone's thigh or stomach. Second, guys kind of move to a different beat than girls do. It's hard to time yourself when you're dancing with a guy, but when you're dancing with a girl you can match each other's rhythm easily.
It had started out as a joke, but I was starting to get a little turned on. I don't think she could tell at first since I was already flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. For all I know, she could have been as turned on as I was then since she was in the same physical condition. Either way, I'm sure she was able to feel my clit getting harder against her ass. I spread my legs a little and my hands moved to her stomach, playing with the seams of her dress. She leaned her head back so my cheek was pressed against the side of her head and I was breathing into her ear. She put her hands over my hands and threaded her fingers with mine. Impulsively, I kissed the area directly behind her right ear, then trailed my tongue along the edge of her entire ear. Her mouth opened slightly and she shivered, gripping my hands tighter.
