Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:23:07 -0700 (PDT) From: not not <itissoap@yahoo.com> Subject: What happened at the Dance DISCLAIMER: If you are underage (under 18/21 depending on where you live) please leave. If this stuff is offending to you, why are you here? Anyways, this is my first story, emailme at itissoap@yahoo.com with comments. :) What happened at the Highschool dance was undescribable. I never expected any of that to happen. I go to Xavier High, which holds about 1800 kids. My name is Casey, and I'm 16 years old. Oh, I'm gay, it's no secret. I've been taking dance classes since I was young, I'm a dancer, it's what I do best. I'm not strong, or muscular. I'm actually really small, like 5'4. I'm slim, and have shoulder length, Bleach Blonde hair. It's naturally blonde, but I like the extra spark that bleach adds to it. I go tanning, and no one wants their skin to be the same color as their hair, right? Plus it brings out my eyes, they're green. I like to think I'm pretty, because i've been told I am. Anyways, at my highschool, things are pretty tough. Walking through the halls, I get atleast 5 guys everyday yelling "Hey faggot! Nice eyeliner!" or something. I've gotten over it. I mean, I work makeup and short-shorts better than half of the girls at my school, and people notice. It was the end of the day on a Friday, and I got out of my theatre class with my friend Austin. He's basically my partner in crime. When people see us, the girls usually say hey, while the guys stop and stare. We're like the "resident-faggots". I was talking to him at the bus stop, when Connor McCleary came by with his crew of jocks. "Hey girlies, whats poppin?!", he said, looking back with a grin at his friends. "Um, nothing. Don't you have a football game to be playing or something?" I snapped back. "Aw baby, don't be like that!" The more he talked the more I wanted to slap him. But here's the thing. Connor is gorgeous. He's like 6'1 and ripped. He's muscular, but like, athletic muscular. He's on the Varsity football team, so just imagine. His hair is dirty blonde, and shortish. Not to mention his hazel eyes, ugh. His friends were all really hot too. But, I couldn't let them know I thought that. They all hated me, I'm pretty sure. Like, Connor and his friends would go out of their way just to make fun of me, they were so childish. They all have a habit of calling me baby names, and even though I act like I hate it, It keeps me up at night, in a good way. "Connor, don't talk to me. Like, go away." "Oh shit, Casey's ganna bitch slap me." he said while his friends laughed. "No but seriously, you kids goin to the dance tommorow night?" Austin popped in the conversation. "Duh. Oh! Bring your girlfriend, she owes us some underwear." The jocks made some weird "you just got dissed" noise. Connor looked pissed off. "Very funny fairy, how about I beat the shit out of you?" Connor said. "Oh my god, I was just kidding.. sorry." "No, Austin, don't be sorry, Connor is a joke stuffed in a toolbox." I said, blowing Connor a kiss and winking. "Thats my girl!" Connor and his friends left, laughing about something. Whatever. "He wants you." Austin Said. "I honestly don't think so. he has a girlfriend, he likes girls." "CASEY, That doesn't mean anything. He's like a grade A closet case. Plus, he obviously enjoys calling you baby" "I know. Haha, I like it." The next day came, and I went over to Austins to get ready. We spent atleast an hour just straightening our hair and putting on makeup. Not like lipstick and blush. But like, eyeliner and foundation. You know, the essentials. People were use to seeing us that way, it didn't really bother us that people stared too. "dark blue, or pink?" Austin said holding up two pairs of skinny jeans. "dark blue. Your wearing a pink shirt arent you?" I replied. All of our shirts are like skin tight. Baggy clothing is sooo straight. "Yeah. Legally Blonde all the way!" he said. Me and Austin were musical freaks. "White, or Black?" I asked holding up two pairs of booty shorts. "White! They'll look nice with that lime green shirt." "Oh I know. We're totally getting our grind on tonight!" I said giggling. "I love drunk straight boys." After a few slutty mirror pictures for myspace, we were out the door, and on our way to the biggest dance of the new school year. We pulled up, and got out of the car. There had to be hundreds of kids lined up on the street, just hanging out. There was the ghetto crowd, with the flat rimmed hats and baggy jeans. Some of those guys are hot though, and trust me, I got looks. Then there was the rich preppy kids, whatever. And then came the football pro's and cheerleading hoes.Ofcourse, at the center was Connor and his arm candy, Sabrina. We basically ran past that group of people! So we make our way to the Gym, and it was PACKED. There had to be close to 700 teenagers in there. The music was blasting, and the bodies were bumping. "We have to get in there!" yelled Austin, even though he was right next to me. "Lets Go!" I said. We squeezed our way towards the center. We found a perfect spot, and Austin said "Casey! I'm ganna go look for Gina, she texted me and said she just got here. I'll probably run into you later." "Alright! haha, I'll give you the Low Down on who I danced with later." The music was that "generic highschool dance hip-hop mainstream rap" music. Perfect for these kind of occasions. Just as I start getting into my dancing mood, the song "Grind on Me" by Pretty Ricky starts playing! When I dance, it's all in the hips, the legs, and the waist. I started by dipping my ass down low, "dropping it", and then I slowly bring it up, with a back roll. Right when I did that I felt some athletic shorts touch the back of my legs. I mean, the shorts I was wearing barely came past my package, so I felt everything that even came remotely close to my skin. I could tell that whoever was behind me was faced the other way, dancing with one of those drunk girls. Whatever, by the end of this song, I promised myself, I'll get this guy on me. Soon enough, I spread my legs, and purposely bumped him with my ass. Whoever it was, he was a hottie. He had to be like 5'10, dark brown, short hair. Strong eyebrows. Big Arms. He was one of those kids who ALWAYS looked pissed off, which I find irresistable. He turned his head a little, and since I was bent over, hands on the floor, ass in the air, he couldn't see my face. He adjusted just right so he was behind me. I did my signature Pop and Drop. Bring it up slow, etc. And he liked it. I spread my legs again, and he put his hands on my hips. I brought my arm up and put my hand on the back of his head. We did some good grinding for 5 or 6 minutes before he bent me over again. he was forceful, I loved it. I started to notice that he was getting hard, since my ass was right up in his dick-area. He moved his hands from my hips to inbetween my legs. I started to get a little nervous. But thats when I turned around and realized that it was Connor's friend Adam! He looked at me for a few seconds, in amazement. He was probably thinking about how he was laughing at me the other day after school, and now he has a hard on for me. "wow, your uh.. a great dancer hah." he said in a super casual way. He tilted his head back, so he was like looking down at me. The way the lights hit his face, he looked like a god. "um, thanks. wanna go again? or.." I asked, not sure if he wanted to continue. "no, yeah. definitely. Just don't tell Connor?" "Why would I do that. Wait.. why would he even care?" "Casey, basically the whole football team came to an agreement that your the only boy we'd all fuck. Hah. And Connor wanted to be the first." "Wait.. WHAT!?" To Be Continued <3Send me feedback!