1. Dancing


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    hot and my nipples were hard and I couldn't breathe, dancing with my b*****r. I hadn't expected it, or asked for it, and neither had he. It had just happened, and not as a joke, not a bunch of high school k**s voting for the b*****r and s****r to see us embarrassed, it was natural and perfect. We were meant to be together and we knew it, Steve and I, and so did everyone else, I thought. The universe had a wonderful sense of irony. When the song was over Steve had looked at me. Our eyes were level as I stood there in my high heels, with Steve's arms around me, and I was smiling because I knew he was going to kiss me. I mean not just because he was the King and he had to, but because he wanted to. You didn't have a dance like that with someone and not kiss her at the end, that would have been unthinkable. And we were both remembering our other kiss, our first kiss, and this was better and I was smiling, just a little, already leaning forward a little, waiting and waiting... And Steve kissed me on the cheek. And we'd smiled and laughed and I'd blushed again. Steve could make me blush, with a kiss on the cheek, but what else could he have done? &#034Dad wants me to change schools.&#034 Steve said, just to change the subject, which was being discussed entirely in silence, between our eyes. I looked down, clearing my throat. We'd been dancing again and we knew it. &#034He mentioned it the other day.&#034 Steve nodded, like this was safe. Our secret was safe. &#034Why?&#034 I ...
    asked, rolling up some ankle socks, avoiding his eyes while I caught my breath. &#034Because you won't.&#034 Steve chuckled. &#034He thinks I should go to UN-LV with you, since you won't change your mind.&#034 &#034Tell him it's too late.&#034 I looked up with a smile. &#034I tried telling him my SATs were too low for that place you're going to.&#034 &#034Well, I was thinking maybe...&#034 &#034Don't even!&#034 I stared at my b*****r like he was crazy. &#034You do what you want, okay? God, you have it made, don't blow it just because dad's weirding out.&#034 I knew Steve was excited about going to Chicago. When he'd gotten his acceptance letter he'd been about as happy as I'd ever seen him, and I'd been happy for him. He deserved it after working so long and hard for it. He'd studied his butt of for the SAT test, scoring like 1590 combined or some outrageous thing. I'd barely got 1300 and that was good enough for a lot of places, but not an Institute of Technology, apparently. I'd been kind of glad of that though, like how much fun could a place like that be? I'd be living in Vegas, basking in the sun and fun of a desert oasis. Steve was going to the cold and blustery grey of some meat packing town famous for its really tall building, a big fire, and Al Capone. My choice had been pretty clear. &#034He's just worried.&#034 Steve shrugged. &#034I can see his point.&#034 &#034You can see his point?&#034 I laughed. &#034His only point is that he doesn't trust me.&#034 &#034No, come ...
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