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  First Dance

  By

  Bianca Giovanni

  Published by Bianca Giovanni at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Bianca Giovanni

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  This ebook contains sexual content and is not intended for readers under 18. All events and characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is completely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 - Lola

  Chapter 2 - James

  Chapter 3 - Lola

  Chapter 4 - James

  Chapter 5 - Lola

  Chapter 1 - Lola

  The school gym has been transformed into an autumn wonderland—well, as much as one can transform a gym on a public school budget. There are cardboard maple trees, orange and red streamers, Dollar Tree fall tablecloths on the scattering of tables at the edge of the dance floor and even a disco ball. There’s a DJ set up under one of the basketball hoops and loud Top 40 hits of the early 2000s are blaring over the speakers. The Fall Formal is in full effect and I’m sharing my first high school slow dance to Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” with Marshall Kittredge, a super cute boy whom I’ve had a crush on since sixth grade, but who never paid any attention to me until I emerged from middle school stacked with a pair of D cups.

  A lot of boys have started paying attention to me lately, which doesn’t sit well with my best friend, James. He’s three years older than me and we’ve been best buds since his family moved into the house next door when I was in first grade. James is popular, particularly with the ladies at school. He’s been a huge flirt since he was about twelve and, by the time he turned seventeen, he had bedded more girls than Colin Farrell. It’s no surprise, he’s very good looking. He’s tall, standing well over six feet, his body looks like it was chiseled by Michelangelo himself, he’s got pouty lips, a square jaw, long, dark brown hair that he usually wears pulled low in a messy bun, hazel-green eyes and a smile that could bring a girl to her knees—literally. Everyone makes over James. The girls practically swoon at their lockers when he comes down the hallway and even the teachers are not immune to his charm. He once got Mrs. Peterson to give him a passing grade in Geography after a one-on-one “chat” with her in her office. Every girl seems to have a lady boner for James, every girl but me, that is. James and I have known each other too long and I feel like I’m the only female in town who isn’t flinging her panties at him like he’s a rock star.

  I catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye and he doesn’t look happy. Marshall’s hands have drifted from the small of my back to the top of my behind and they’re inching ever closer to flat-out palming me. James is standing with Kelsey Vaughn, the blonde, rich, frizzy-haired cheerleader he’s been banging for the past few weeks. She’s yammering on about something, most likely which member of N’Sync was the cutest or some other completely mundane subject, but he’s ignoring her and staring right at me. He’s not amused by Marshall’s over-amorous hands and I can tell he’s getting progressively more pissed off with each lyric.

  James has always been so protective of me. I’m petite and spent the majority of my childhood as a gawky nerd who liked reading instead of spin the bottle, so kids tended to pick on me. He was always like my bodyguard, telling off bullies and occasionally beating up the kids who were mean to me. Once I blossomed into a woman, as our health class politely terms puberty, his protective nature kicked into high gear and he’d lecture me about how I shouldn’t make out with this guy or how I shouldn’t let that guy feel me up. It seems like I always have to hear some big speech about not giving it up until I’m in love and not letting a guy pressure me into doing more than I want to, but I usually just roll my eyes and point out the hypocrisy of a guy who’s slept with almost every girl in town telling me to stay chaste like I’m some kind of Victorian lady.

  The slow song ends and the speakers boom with Juvenile’s “Back That Thang Up”, which the school administrators have reluctantly agreed to allow at the dance. Marshall grabs my hips and grinds on me suggestively. I like the attention and I feel pretty smug that a boy wants to get close to me like this, so I grind right back on him. He turns me so my back is to him and he gets up really close and presses me back into his body. I can feel a growing bulge in his pants and I’m strangely flattered. Marshall is turned on by me. No boys are ever turned on by me, but this one is. I feel like Kelsey Vaughn or Becky Callahan or one of the cute, popular upperclassmen.

  My revelry is short lived because there’s a tap on my shoulder and Marshall immediately takes a step back from me. At first, I assume it’s one of the dance chaperones coming to tell us to take it down a notch, but it’s James. He shoots Marshall a challenging look and then gives me a big hug. His arms wrap around the waist of my silky, green dress and he lifts me off the ground as he kisses my cheek. James is always very physically affectionate with me, which I assume is because he’s used to being very affectionate with girls in general, but this is a blatant display of superiority. He’s showing Marshall that he’s the alpha male in this situation and he’s trying to exude his ownership over me. I roll my eyes. He’s so possessive of me sometimes.

  The song ends and Alicia Keys’ “Fallin’” comes out over the crowded gym. James holds out his hand and gives me a sweet smile. A slow song. James is going to dance with me to a slow song, which means that I’ll be getting the stink eye from Kelsey and her brainless flock of followers the whole time. He’s refused to dance with her at all tonight and I’m sure she’s mighty pissed about that. I’m guessing she was hoping to show him off, to pretend that she’d reformed this bad boy into another popular, football-playing, Abercrombie-wearing douche bag like the rest of the boys she hangs out with. Kelsey seems to think James is her boyfriend, but she doesn’t understand that he’s nobody’s boyfriend. He’s a free agent and he plays the field. There’s no telling which girl he’ll be spending the night with on any given evening. If she thinks dragging him to this dance will mean some kind of commitment for their relationship, she’s sorely mistaken.

  “Did you enjoy terrifying my date?” I ask when James scoots in and starts dancing with me. I’m about a foot shorter than him and, while the height difference is aided by my heels, I still have to stand on my tip toes to rest my arms over his shoulders.

  “I did actually,” he grins at me. “I don’t like guys putting their hands on you like that, Lola.”

  “I know,” I giggle, shaking my head. “You’ve got to chill out on that, James. Marshall was flirting with me, he likes me.”

  “Oh, I’m sure he likes you,” James chuckles. “I’m sure he likes your ass and your tits too, and I’m not down with that shit, Lo.”

  I laugh. Oh, James! So overprotective.

  “You don’t need some guy grabbing at you like that, kid. You deserve more respect than he was giving you.” He smiles sincerely before joking, “you’re a good girl, not just a pair of perfect tits and a tight ass.”

  I laugh loudly and then rest my head on his shoulder when he leans down to hold me closer. Even if things aren’t romantic between us, I do like being in James’ arms like this. I’ve always found his embrace very calming and comforting. I remember climbing into his sleeping bag to curl up with him after I got scared during a
camping trip when we were little kids. He’s been my protector forever, so being around him just makes me feel safe, I guess.

  “So, how’s your cheerleader?” I ask, my distaste towards Kelsey practically oozing out of every word.

  “Bitchy,” he chuckles. “She’s been trying to boss me around all night, trying to get me to dance with her and hang out with her annoying friends.”

  “That’s gotta be pretty awkward considering you fucked Becky yesterday,” I smirk.

  “Shush!” He chides me through laughter. “Kelsey will turn this place into a war zone if she hears that shit.”

  “Why are you even bothering with Kelsey anyway?” I roll my eyes. “She’s a bitch, James. She’s been a bitch forever and she’ll continue to be a bitch for the rest of her miserable life.”

  “She is a total bitch, you’re right,” he smiles, “but that girl is up for anything, Lo. She blew me in the locker room, like, a half hour ago.”

  I scrunch up my nose with disgust.

  James laughs and gives me a sly smile. He’s told me all the details of his many sexual escapades and I’ve never even heard of some of the stuff he’s tried. The other day, he told me he and Becky found her parents’ handcuffs and played a kinky little game involving her blindfolded and cuffed to the bed while he spanked her and took her via a cavity I had always assumed was exit only. I’ve barely even kissed a boy and James is doing things I’ve only ever seen on the internet.

  “Kelsey’s probably gonna flip shit at me when I get back there because I danced with you,” he shakes his head and snickers. “She’s been trying to get me to dance with her this whole time, but I’m not really feelin’ it.”

  I chuckle and peek over his shoulder at Kelsey. Just as I expected, she’s glaring at me like she wishes she could telekinetically slam me through the wall.

  “Oh yeah,” I nod to him, “she’s definitely not pleased.”

  “Eh,” he shrugs, “who gives a shit?”

  He pulls me closer and rests his chin against the side of my head as the song starts to conclude. I nearly forget that we’re at a dance and I blush a little when I see several girls shooting me similarly evil glances as James and I part.

  “You gonna be around later tonight?” He smiles.

  “Yeah, why? You planning to come over?” I reply.

  “Yeah,” he nods. “I should be done with Bitchy McGee over here by around one, maybe one-thirty.”

  “Ok,” I smile, “just shine the flashlight in my window and I’ll come unlock the basement door.”

  “Sounds good,” he grins. He slides his hand around the nape of my neck and pulls me in to touch his forehead to mine. He’s done this to me before, but not usually in such a public setting. “See you tonight, kid.”

  I’m left feeling giggly and flushed. It’s just James, but it’s also a boy slow dancing with me and giving me a sweet, affectionate gesture right here in front of everyone.

  Marshall timidly returns to me and I note that he doesn’t let his hands wander past my hips for the rest of the night.

  Chapter 2 - James

  Kelsey’s pissed. I knew she would be. She’s been acting like a jealous bitch all night and it’s driving me fuckin’ crazy. If she hadn’t just given me a blowjob, I would have ditched her altogether. Lola’s more fun anyway and she doesn’t try to transform me into some cookie-cutter boyfriend. Besides, I like hanging out with her more anyway. For as much as I get laid, I never have more fun than when I’m with the only girl I don’t have sex with.

  “Oh, so you can’t dance with me but you have no problem dancing with some big-titted freshman?” Kelsey snaps when I’m within earshot of her.

  I roll my eyes. “Mellow out, Kels,” I say calmly. “That ‘big-titted freshman’ is my best friend, so you need to just calm your shit down.”

  I don’t like her referring to Lola like that, but I chalk that up to just another thing that annoys me about Kelsey Vaughn. Why did I agree to go out with her anyway? Oh, right, because she’s the kind of girl who will blow you in the locker room at a school dance or let you fuck her from behind in her parents’ hot tub. I wonder what else Kelsey will do. A sneaky smirk comes across my lips as I decide to find out.

  “I want to dance with you,” I say seductively, running my hand down her backless dress. She shivers and I can feel her breathing speed up. A good sign.

  “Ok, next slow song,” she nods, still trying to act stern.

  “No, I don’t want to dance with you out there,” I say with a flirty smile, “I want to dance with you somewhere private.”

  “Oh,” she grins and giggles. She’s all titillated and it’s almost too easy. Girls are always doing this around me and they have for years. Sometimes it’s like they’ll completely surrender the rational part of their brains and just do anything I want.

  “Come with me, ok?” I whisper to her and raise her hand to my lips to gently kiss her knuckles.

  She nods and I lead her out of the gym. I take a peek around and, when the coast is clear, I walk her up the stairs and through the deserted hallway to Mr. Flores’ Spanish classroom. The lock on the door is broken, but that means this will be a good private location for me to see just how far I can convince Kelsey to go.

  I close the door behind us and then I lean against Mr. Flores’ desk. Kelsey sits up on the desk directly across from me and looks at me. She’s practically drooling in anticipation. This girl is so fuckin’ mine right now.

  “You’ve really been barking out some orders tonight, Kels,” I admonish her. “That’s not very nice, is it?”

  She shakes her head, playing right along with this little game.

  “I think it might be time to flip the script on that,” I say, seductively licking my lips. “You’re gonna do what I tell you to do right now, cool?”

  She nods and I can see that she’s already all hot and bothered from the mere prospect of our power play.

  “Come here,” I point to a spot in front of me and she scurries over. I slide her dress up her thighs and my fingers rub her over her panties. “You’re already excited, aren’t you?” I sensually whisper.

  She shifts her pelvis so she can arch into my fingers a little more, but I take my hand away and she pouts.

  “Stand right there,” I point at a spot a couple feet back, “and take your dress off.”

  “But, the window,” she protests, pointing to the open shade on the window in the door.

  “Take your dress off and then go close the window,” I shrug.

  She starts towards the window, but I call for her to stop.

  “Dress off first, then close the window,” I say.

  To my surprise, she obeys. She unfastens the top of her halter dress and lets it pool at her feet until she’s in nothing but her black panties. She looks at me like she needs my permission to go pull the shade, so I nod my head and she goes to the door and pulls the shade down. It’s kind of funny because she’s such a bratty, opinionated chick in real life, but she’s become all docile and submissive right now. She doesn’t have to do any of this shit, but she’s acting like she has to follow my every demand. I’m trying not to snicker to myself as she returns to the spot in front of me and awaits further instructions.

  “Panties,” I nod. She slides them down her legs. I’ve got the most popular girl in school stripped down to nothing but her stilettos in the middle of the Spanish classroom, and I’m not even close to finished with this game.

  “Are you gonna fuck me right here like this?” She says, feigning outrage.

  “No, not yet,” I shake my head. “First, I want to watch you.”

  “Watch me what?” She flushes.

  “I want to watch you touch yourself,” I say, laying on the seductive tone pretty thick.

  “James!” She giggles and blushes. But I know she’s totally going to do it. Just as I suspect, she starts running her hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples before her fingers make their way between her le
gs.

  “Sit right there on that desk,” I order, “and spread your legs wide so I can see you.”

  Her cheeks are totally pink and I can tell she’s both embarrassed and excited by this turn of events, but she happily obliges and starts getting really into it.

  “Don’t come,” I say, interrupting her. She pouts. “You want to order me around downstairs, I’m gonna order you around up here. I’m gonna make you come, but you can’t come yet.”

  She seems intrigued and she sits back up and closes her legs.

  “You need a little attitude check tonight, Kels,” I smile at her as I rise from Mr. Flores’ desk. “You’ve been bitching at me and I saw you giving my friend a dirty look. What should we do about that?” She shrugs like she doesn’t know what to say. “I think you need to be punished,” I say, licking my lips. “Come over here and bend over the desk.”

  She walks up to me, her mouth practically begging me to kiss her, but I deny her. I simply motion to the desk and raise an expectant eyebrow. She bends over so her chest is against the desk and her arms are tucked up at her sides.

  I caress her ass for a minute and I can feel her hips subtly rocking when my fingers brush her between her legs. “I think maybe you need to get spanked for being so obnoxious tonight. What to you think?”

  “Spanked?” She asks. There’s a huge level of arousal in her tone and I’m anxiously awaiting her answer. I’m pretty sure she’s going to go for it, but this is the turning point when she could say no and tell me to fuck off. “Is it gonna hurt?” She asks.

  “No, I promise I won’t hurt you,” I say, sliding my finger between her legs so I can tease her. “You might actually like it.”

  “Have you done it before?” She asks.

  “A few times,” I reply. I’ve done all kinds of kinky shit with Becky Callahan, but I can’t mention that since she and Kelsey are best friends.