If you're thinking that I was having seconds thoughts about going to the dance naked when I woke up Saturday morning you are totally wrong!
I had my second thoughts well before I went to bed Friday night. I had third thoughts at bedtime, fourth thoughts about one in the morning as I lay on my back in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had, fifth, six, and seventh thoughts, respectively, at 2:23, 3:26 and 4:08 in the morning.
Let me give you a tip. Don't ever get one of those bedside clock radios that shines the time on the ceiling. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
Somewhere along the line I did fall asleep, because it was mom that got me up about noon. Of course I immediately entertained yet another set of thoughts.
I mean, how could I do it? How could I go to the biggest dance of my life - the only dance - well, it is to be hoped, the first fancy dress dance of my life - stark naked? I'd be - I'd be - I'd be - naked!
Let me point out to you, that naked is NOT fancy dress! Naked is totally undressed! Totally!
Of course, my date was going to be naked, too, but still.
"Mom, let's try again to find a dress today," I said over the bowl of corn flakes that was all that my stomach could possibly contend with.
"I thought you wanted to go to the football game," she pointed out.
"I do! I have to see Carl march in the band!" Daddy, I should mention, was off playing golf, so mom and I could carry on this conversation without arousing suspicions. He planned to be at the game, though I probably wouldn't see him there. Mom and I still hadn't figured out how to break the scheme to him.
"Are you having second thoughts?" mom asked sympathetically.
"We can go shopping before the game," I suggested desperately, unwilling to discuss my vacillations, which had to be rocking seismographs in Tokyo at this point.
She looked at the clock. "I don't see how that's possible," she pointed out. "If you don't leave soon you won't even get into the game."
"Oh. Well, maybe after the game?" I was shoveling down cereal, getting panicky, I admit.
"Do you really think that would work?" She looked worried.
"Pleeaasse," I begged. "Meet me after the game!"
Mom sighed, but she's a brick. "Well, if you insist. We'll give it one more try."
"Thanks, mom." I gave her a peck on the cheek and dashed upstairs to dress. I'd come downstairs naked in an attempt to bolster myself for the evening, but it hadn't worked.
So, what did I put on? The usual blouse and skirt, though I do have shorts. No bra and - gulp - no panties? I steeled myself. Yes, I'd go without panties! I'd come to the conclusion that mine were totally yucky! I really regretted not having bought some lacey frilly ones while I'd had the chance.
But then, if I did go to the dance naked, why bother with frillies?
Oh God! Was I really going to do that?
NO! Mom would pick me up at the game, we'd go to Bon Ami and they'd have the perfect dress for me! I'd look like a fairy princess!
My hair was down, so I hurriedly pony tailed it with an elastic thingy in the school colors. Whatever the beautician had done to my hair had given me some really nice shadings, strands of reddish gold and russet amidst the brown!
I grabbed my one other concession to school spirit, a scarf knitted in the scarlet and gold school colors, and headed downstairs. Mom was finishing up in the kitchen, so I went that way, grabbing daddy's binoculars on the way past the hall closet.
"See if you can borrow someone's cell phone to call me when the game is about over. I'll meet you at the corner of Main and Maple," mom promised.
"Thanks mom, you're great!" I gave her a kiss and a hug before bolting out the back door and around the corner to the gate to the driveway.
"Hi, Beth, you got a minute?" the kid from next door hailed me. Larry, that was his name.
"Not really, I'm going to the football game."
His face fell. "Aw, my mom won't let me go. She says there are going to be naked cheerleaders there."
"There are," I admitted.
"Would you give me a show instead?" he asked hopefully.
I checked my watch. "I really don't have the time." Then he looked so crestfallen I felt I had to do something, so I faced him and flipped my skirt up so he could see my bare pussy. Then I whirled around, and gave him a flash of my bare butt before leaving him gaping in the driveway as I jogged off, the air swirling up under my skirt to caress my bareness, my tits bouncing.
The closer I got to the field the more people there were headed in that direction, so I picked up my pace from a jog to a trot to a run as I realized I might wind up sitting in the end zone at ground level. Then a car with some boys I knew in it drove by. As they yelled I sprinted up and dove head first into the back seat, my skirt flying up around my ears as I did.
"Thanks," I panted, managing to get myself right side up with the help of the very eager hands of the boys in the back seat. There wasn't anyplace to sit, so I wound up on someone's lap, of course, giving him a thrill.
They knew a back way into the parking area, near the gym, and we sneaked into the field through the athletes' entrance, which avoided both the crush at the ticket windows and the need to pay (oh, don't worry, Little Miss Honesty here dropped cash in an envelope by the school office the following Monday), and I managed to wedge my way into the stands about six rows up at the 40 yard line!
As I sat down, my bare bottom on the rough seat, I realized that the open bleachers were an unexpected problem. There were always hordes of kids running around beneath them, and any of them that came through in front of me would be able to see right up my skirt!.
Wonderful, I thought, wishing I had put on panties. Maybe with the cheerleaders, who were already there and, as advertised, naked, no one would be interested in me.
The band was formed up in the end zone, and I could see Carl, a pink highlight in the ranks of scarlet and gold, his brass trombone flashing in the sun. I focused the binoculars on him and feasted my eyes on what I could see of him. He was chatting with Stephanie, who was a row ahead of him with the flutes. I saw her laugh at something he said and felt a twinge of jealousy.
Then I saw him scanning the crowd, and knew he was looking for me, so I waved, but I don't think he saw me. Still, I felt better.
Then they cranked up a fight song, and the cheerleaders formed a lane for the players to sprint down, their pom poms a bright contrast to their bare skin. The two black girls on the cheerleader squad really stood out!
The first half of the game was marvelous - what I understood of it. Okay, I already admitted I'm a geek. I hadn't started going to games until I got interested in Carl, when I'd come to see him march and play, even though he didn't know I existed! I'd been to more swim meets, to see Carl swim, of course, than I had football games!
I was a little worried about the poor guy from South who got knocked cold when he was distracted by a naked cheerleader, but I saw him later, pacing the sidelines, an ice bag on the back of his neck, and a goofy smile on his face, so I guess he was all right.
I was a bit worried for some of the cheerleaders, too, the more well endowed ones. Some of their routines were very strenuous, and the way their tits bounced around had to be uncomfortable. If they went naked like that all the time they'd be developing a serious case of the sags in pretty short order! The ones with tits like mine had a real advantage, I realized, and I didn't feel so badly about my lack of bust.
Then it was half time, and the band marched on single file, using that high-stepping strut of theirs, and began to spell out the school name in script, and Carl really stood out. He stood out even more when he broke from the formation, marching straight off from the top of the "l" into empty field! There he was, wandering like he was lost, all by himself! Every eye in the stadium was on him! Every eye!
The cheerleaders were taking a break.
He strutted proudly, playing his trombone as he marched, his naked cock bobbing in time with the music. They got near the end of the fight song, and I saw him tease Stephanie by looping around her before sprinting to finally find his place at the top of the "i" and coming to a halt right on the beat!
He was WONDERFUL! I jumped up and down, and yelled and screamed, oblivious to the way my skirt was flying up, feeling my tits bounce, my nipples rubbing the inside of my blouse until they were on fire!
"That's my boyfriend," I told everyone within six rows as the applause died down. And everyone said how good he looked, and how brave he was, and I agreed. He was so BRAVE! And he was wonderful! I knew that!
And I wished I could be with him, right then, naked so that everyone could see us both, and at that moment I realized that I HAD to go to the dance naked. There was just no other choice!
I felt a little frisson of fear at the thought.
"Frisson." That's a word Carl taught me. It almost sounds like what it is, a delicious little shiver that makes your skin prickle all over.
As I sat down again a wide eyed kid of about ten suddenly popped his head up under the bleacher in front of me, looking right up my skirt, and I wondered how many others had done that that I hadn't noticed. Grinning at him, I spread my legs, giving him a dead-on look at my naked crotch! The little perv actually had the nerve to whip up a camera and take a picture, the flash almost blinding me!
"Are you going to sell that?" I asked him, a little peeved.
"If I can get it developed," he admitted with a brazen grin.
"Well, if you do, I want a cut!" I countered.
"Fat chance!" he shot back, ducking away before I could grab him by the ears.
I wondered what the one hour photo place would do when he had the roll developed. Probably nothing. This whole thing was going to be so - so - yesterday-ish within a week, who would care?
Which, maybe, is the way it should be.
Then the second half began, and we won at the last minute, and everyone went crazy. I pushed my way on to the field so I could get near the band as they played the alma mater, and managed to catch Carl's eye long enough to give him a big "thumbs up" sign. Then, so mom didn't worry, I borrowed a phone and called her to tell her not to come and get me, and started walking home, feeling a little lonely, and a lot worried, thinking of the dance and the evening ahead.
I couldn't leave Carl to face that alone wearing nothing but a smile while I wore a pretty dress! He was my boyfriend! What was it the preacher said - in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better for worse? Not that we married, of course, or even thinking of it, but didn't I owe him that much support, at least?
Okay, I admit, the idea scared me so much I would have wet my non-existent pants, but I had to do it!
Well then, Myself said, why don't you start now?
Now?
I looked around. There were people making their way homeward from the game, waving pom poms, chattering excitedly. I wondered where Carl was among them, but knew it would be almost impossible to find him. He'd been mobbed after the game.
You're putting it off, Myself pointed out nastily.
I kept walking and fingered the buttons on my blouse, and the first one popped open. My hand trembling, I fingered the next button, the one between my shy breasts, and it popped open.
I drew a breath, feeling the air touching my chest.
The next button resisted gentle fingering. It required more will on my part. I looked down, and flicked it open, opening my shirt below my breasts.
There were two buttons to go.
I wondered how had it been so easy in the mall parking lot. Had it been because mom was there? Because I'd seen other girls going into the mall nude? Because I was wearing panties that time? Because I was among strangers, instead of neighbors? Because I had been wearing slutty cum spattered clothes that were more embarrassing than my bare skin?
The next button went, exposing my tummy.
To reach the last one I'd have to pull the blouse out of the waist of my skirt.
Or, I could take off my skirt, leaving tails of my blouse to cover what little modesty I'd have left.
I hadn't broken stride yet. I didn't want to attract a lot of attention with my striptease. Once I got naked that would attract more than enough. That I was sure of.
I toyed the button on the side of my skirt, then changed my mind and went for the zipper instead, running it down, letting a whisper of air in to touch my naked hip.
Then I fingered the button again. Twisting it, I worked it through the button hole, but pinched things to keep the waist of my skirt tight.
Taking a deep breath, I let go, and the skirt dropped around my ankles. A quick step, a quick dip and I picked it up without missing a beat, feeling the air stirring around my naked thighs, brushing my bottom.
I couldn't tell how much of me was revealed. Did the tails of my blouse cover my pussy and my ass? Already I felt incredibly exposed, and I had the feeling everyone on the street was watching me.
Walking slowly, I carefully folded my skirt and draped it over my arm.
Then I fingered the last button on my blouse, and felt it slip through the hole before I was really ready. My shirt spread open from the top to the bottom, air stirring my pussy hair.
I remembered how I'd made Carl undress the afternoon before, right there on the street, not a block from here. I remembered how bravely he'd marched the football field, with everyone's eyes on him.
Shrugging my shirt off one shoulder, I let it drop down my arm and off. Changing arms with my skirt, I let my blouse slide down my other arm, catching it before it dropped, and hanged it carefully over my arm with my skirt.
I was naked, except for my shoes, the binoculars on the strap around my neck, and the cross on its gold chain. Reaching up, I undid my pony tail, letting my hair spill loose around my shoulders. I felt the sun on my back and ass, felt the air on my tits and pussy, and I heard the chatter around me, saw people looking at me.
I walked straighter, taller (well, taller for me, anyway), prouder, my nipples stiffening.
Oh God! It was scary and exciting all at the same time. I felt so exposed and vulnerable and alive all at once! And tonight I was going the dance this way!
Oh God!
"Are you sure you want to do this?" mom asked me for the umpteenth time. Naked as the day I was born, I was sitting at my desk, looking in the mirror as mom pinned my hair up the way the beautician had shown her, using pins with little fake diamonds on them. They made my hair sparkle like a cluster of stars caught in a dark nebula.
Okay, romantic it's not, but it's the way I, ever the scientist, saw it.
Anyway, combined with the highlighting the hairdresser had done I had glamorous hair, instead of my usual dull brown locks.
"I have to," I repeated, also for the umpteenth time. "Otherwise Carl would be the only one there naked. Besides, what choice do I have? I haven't a thing to wear," I reminded her with a nervous laugh, trying to joke myself out of my near panic.
I was all pink and clean from a good tubbing. My nipples were hard with excitement, and I could see my ribs moving with every anxious breath. My tummy was fluttering, though that was only on the inside.
Daddy, of course, was downstairs watching TV and reading the newspaper, totally oblivious to my anxiety. He would only find out about my display after the ball was over, presenting him with, as Mademoiselle Duclos would say, a fait accompli.
I wondered if she was going to be there at the dance as a chaperone. I hadn't liked the way she'd fondled Carl. Maybe my being there in the altogether would warn her off.
"You're very brave," mom observed. "There, your hair is done. How do you like it?"
I studied it. I looked so different with my hair all piled on my head, a few graceful ringlets trailing around my ears. It made my neck look longer. "Beautiful," I decided honestly, telling myself that it would take some getting used to, and reminding myself I wouldn't have to look at it.
"You'll need earrings, of course, and I have just the thing, but they'll wait until we get your makeup done. You do it, I'll guide you," she assured me, pushing an intimidating array of pigments and potions at me.
I'd never been big on stuff like jewelry and makeup. Oh, I had studs in my ear lobes, simple gold ones, but that and the cross I usually wore, the one grammy and grampy Finch gave me when I turned thirteen, was all the jewelry I owned.
With mom's guidance, I managed to get my face painted without too many disasters. At first I felt like a clown. Then I noticed how the eye makeup brought out little gold flecks in what I had always thought of as dull brown eyes. Pinked up, my lips looked more kissable, I thought, and the base and rouge did a lot to hide those ugly things like pores, and emphasize my dimples.
"Beautiful. Now, stand up and let me look at you," mom ordered.
"What time is it?" I asked anxiously, reaching for my glasses and putting them on.
"Relax, you have plenty of time." Mom could be so steadying! "Turn around, slowly."
I did, still barefoot. Well, totally bare, actually, watching myself in the mirror. I looked so exposed! There was nothing between me and the world, and that was how I'd be at the dance!
My innards gave a funny little squinching sort of thing. It felt just a little bit like I needed to pee or something, only not quite the same. It was like that feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster and you take that first big dip, you know?
"I think a little enhancement might be in order," she mused, reaching for the makeup. With gentle strokes she began painting my breasts with base, smoothing it on carefully, very lightly. "You have such lovely skin you don't need much," she went on thoughtfully, fading the contrast between my faint tan and the paleness of my breasts. I was getting all twitchy from the contact.
She didn't do my whole body, just the parts that were lighter -breasts, bottom, pussy area, hips - blending them into the more tan areas, fading out those little imperfections like moles and freckles.
"Oh!" I flinched when she used her fingers to gently pinch some blush on my nipples. She brushed them with her fingertips to spread it and they stood up even more anxiously. Self-consciously I cupped my breasts in my hands, embarrassed. Then I took my hands away and looked at my reflection, noticing how my titties had been accented to stand out just a little bit more.
Kneeling in front of me, she took a comb to my pussy hair. "This is lovely and soft," she observed. "It smells good, too."
I giggled nervously. "I shampooed it, and used conditioner on it," I admitted.
"What a good idea! I'll have to try that someday."
That, I decided, was getting a little too close to her sex life for me. "What time is it?"
"Plenty of time," mom insisted. "You want to make him wait for you anyway. It heightens expectations."
I decided I'd never be any good at this mating dance thing. I'm one of those people who's always at least five minutes early for everything.
Still on her knees, mom rocked back, looking thoughtful. "We need a little something," she mused. "Wait here a minute."
In moments she was back with a length of gold ribbon. Kneeling again, combing and tugging gently on my pubic hair, she fashioned a delicate little bow near the top of my pussy!
"Oh my," I said softly, feeling my inner petals softening at the thought of the way it would draw attention to Down There.
"Now jewelry," she said, popping out again and returning with a pair of her prettiest, dangly earrings and a matching necklace, just as we heard the doorbell go off.
"Oh God!" I moaned. "Give me those." I practically snatched the earrings from her. While I nervously got them on, she stood behind me, calmly fastening on the necklace. I heard daddy greeting Carl as I slipped my shoes on, and stood in front of the mirror one last time.
That stranger was back again, the one I'd first met in the mall mirror. I looked taller, more mature. The earrings and necklace sparkled. My neck looked long and graceful, and knowing eyes looked back at me. Even with my glasses on I didn't look geeky at all! With the jewelry and sparkles in my hair I looked like a princess.
A naked princess.
I was soooo naked! The glitter of the jewelry on my ears and at the base of my throat and the delicate accent of the golden bow at my pubes, the sparkling shoes on my feet; they only emphasized how naked I was everywhere else. There was nothing but skin and a little shy patch of hair! I was bare breasts and ribs and flanks and hips and legs and - and - well, and EVERYTHING!
"Here's your coat," mom offered, standing behind me, holding it for me slip my arms into the sleeves. For a horrifying moment I almost panicked, thinking I couldn't possibly do this. I thought I was going to be sick!
Then mom drew the coat up my arms and rested her hands on my shoulders, and just that motherly touch calmed me. I was still burning with an adrenalin rush, but there was this powerful, calming strength in me, too, and it can only have come from her. I rested my hand on hers for just a moment, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and I know she saw the love and gratitude I felt for her.
Then I fastened the coat, and studied myself again. There was no way anyone could possibly tell what was concealed beneath that coat except, maybe, that I didn't have a full skirt on, since it didn't flare out.
But I knew. I could feel its satin lining, cool and slick, on my back, my breasts, my hips, my arms and shoulders, my waist and legs.
Mom had tears in her eyes as she looked at me in the mirror. "You are so beautiful," she said softly. "So beautiful!"
A wave of gratitude misted my eyes. "Thanks, mom."
I started to give her a hug, but she held me off. "We don't want to smudge your makeup. Now here, tuck these things in your purse so you have them if you need them. She pressed little containers of makeup and a lipstick into my hand and I put them in the sequined clutch purse she was loaning me.
"You go first," I urged her nervously, and she led me out of my room and down the stairs.
The condemned woman's last walk, I thought, feeling a renewal of fear. What if Carl didn't like the way I looked? I didn't look geeky any more! What if he was in love with the old me and hated this new one? What was he going to do when he found out I was naked under this coat?
I followed mom into the room and eyed Carl anxiously. I was relieved to see he had his coat on, too, a flash of incongruously bare shank showing between the bottom of it and the top of his dress socks.
I saw his eyes light up at the sight of me, and saw a faint stirring in his coat that bolstered my spirits.
But I saw a flicker of disappointment in his look, too, and felt a renewed pang of worry. But his smile was so sweet and so warm that worry was quickly washed away with the joy of seeing him smile that way for me.
He held out the corsage for me in its box, but I made him take it out and put it on my wrist. When he'd asked if I wanted a wrist corsage or one that pinned on I hadn't known how I was going to the dance, but I was glad I'd asked for a wrist corsage. Pinning one on would have been a bit too painful, don't you think?
It was camellias - he'd remembered! It smelled so sweet, and looked so lovely.
There was the usual fussing, and mom wanted pictures, but neither Carl nor I took off our coats, so we made it out the door at last without my secret being revealed.
I clung to Carl on the lovely walk to school. He was so tall and strong beside me I felt like I could go through anything with him at my side.
But I couldn't help worrying that he wouldn't stand with me when I took off my coat!
We got a kind of raucous greeting from the kids outside the door. A bunch of them wanted to know what Carl had under the coat. Instead of flinching, he just challenged them to come inside and see!
Which they did.
I stood aside, almost hiding, trying desperately to hold myself together as Carl shed his coat to reveal he was naked, as the rules required. His cock stood proud, of course, and it looked like he'd even combed his pubic hair, and I was glad mom had done mine, and that I'd even used conditioner on it. I'd felt so sexy as I'd shampooed down there!
Then it was my turn, and my heart seemed to stop beating as I unfastened the button on my coat, and wrestled with the belt that held it closed. I could only stare anxiously at Carl as I opened it, feeling the air strike my bare body with a rush.
His eyes widened, and he looked at me, at all of me, his eyes moving from my face to my breasts and hips and pussy, my legs, back to my face. I was so paralyzed I would have dropped my coat, only he jumped forward and caught it at just the last moment.
There was an aching silence, as if everyone in the hallway, everyone in the whole world, was holding his breath, and I thought for a moment I was going to die!
"You're beautiful!" It was almost a sigh from him, and my heart started beating again with a rush, and I felt myself blushing.
"You think so?" I asked fearfully.
"I know so," he said worshipfully, and, as far as I was concerned, we were the only two people there. "You are - I don't know words to - I don't know what to say!"
Without taking his eyes off me, he handed my coat to the girl doing the checking. His eyes took me all in again, and my whole body tingled at the way he looked at me - at my breasts, my waist, my hips. He saw my blushing, eager nipples, my navel, the bow in my pussy hair, the sparkling shoes on my feet, and I tingled all over!
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he said.
I turned in front of him, my shoes tapping nervously on the hard school floor, so he could see all of me, my arms out a little. I WANTED him to see very square inch of me, as I was, gloriously, wonderfully naked, just for him, and to hell with all those other people standing around staring at us! They didn't matter one whit! The only person that mattered in my whole universe was Carl, standing right in front of me as I finished my turn.
Then he reached for me. If he'd hugged me I would have melted, but instead he just took my hands, and I felt his strength flowing into me as he looked - not AT me but INTO me, into my soul! We kissed, just our lips touching, and a wave of power flowed between us, and everyone around us began to applaud.
"Let's go to the dance," I suggested, tucking my hand into his arm, drawing it against me, pressing his warm, strong, naked arm against my warm, soft, naked breast, his hand brushing my bare thigh only inches from my exposed pussy, and we walked into the gym, the crowd parting before us. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Carl looking down at me, at my eager, perky, aching nipples capping the soft, shy sweep of my breasts. It was a look that warmed me and gave me an exciting little shiver at the same time.
And I looked down at him, too, at, his graceful pecs, his flat, trim stomach, his soft red pubic bush, the ivory and pink thrust of his erection, a sparkle of pre-cum glittering at its tip like a bit of crystal.
I saw the other boys staring at me. I saw the interest in their eyes, and a wariness in the girls' eyes as they drew their dates closer to them. The cats would have their claws out, and I was going to be their scratching post, that was obvious. I could only hope the damage would be limited to my reputation and not my flesh.
But I wasn't really worried. I was with Carl, and we were at the dance, and that was all that mattered. Carl led us through the thicket of tables, finding an empty one in a relatively quiet place, and politely drew the chair out for me.
I let out a little squeak when my bottom hit that metal folding chair! It was as cold as ice! Carl sat down beside me, and we held on to each other while I caught my breath, and tried to take stock of the room.
It was a wonderland of crepe paper and colored lights. A mirrored globe turned, shooting out beams of light that spattered across everything. While no one was near us yet, a lot of people were still watching us, whispering, a few laughing, perhaps, but I didn't care. I was with Carl.
After a while a few of our friends joined us at the table, including Stephanie, who'd actually had the nerve to come stag, something I wouldn't have dared do!
Carl said something about how brave I was. I was so embarrassed, knowing how scared I had been - still was - and all I could do was make some crack about not wanting to be over-dressed. His warm laugh enveloped me.
We teased each other a little bit, and then he asked me to dance! The thought of being in his arms made my insides melt.
On the way to the dance floor someone pinched my naked bottom, and Carl looked daggers at the table we'd just passed, but that was all that happened.
Once we were on the dance floor it took a few seconds for us to sort out our arms and stuff, and then he was holding me as stiffly as I was holding him, both of us tentative, hesitant, very formal. He was the first boy I'd ever danced with, outside of dance class!
His right hand was on my bare waist, my left on his bare shoulder. I looked up at him timidly as we began to move, remembering to let him lead, one of the hardest lessons I'd had to learn in dance class, I admit.
"Don't smudge my makeup," I teased him, blushing as he looked down at my breasts and tits, wide-eyed. Okay, I giggled, I admit it. "Well, a girl wants to look her best when she goes out! Mom helped - a touch of blush on my nipples, a little light base," I explained.
I suspect I was the first girl he'd ever danced with, outside of dance class, too. He held me as if he was afraid I was going to shatter or something, and far away, both of us conscious of the thrust of his hardon aimed at my naked tummy.
Around us, other couples were blending closer, moving to the slow tune the band was playing. There was a clearing around us, as if everyone was avoiding touching our naked bodies.
Most of them were grabbing looks at us as they passed, of course. Carl looked down at me, smiling, his hand slipping farther around toward my back, drawing me closer, and I willingly yielded in response to the pressure. His cock touched me, slid upwards, painting a stripe of pre-cum up my naked stomach as I drew closer to the warmth of his naked body.
I was so happy and excited my eyes threatened to tear up! It was a dream come true! Not a nightmare, a dream! I was dancing with the love of my life, and there was nothing between us at all!
My nipples brushed his chest, and trickles of electricity spread from them out through my whole body, but especially my pussy. We seemed to melt together in slow motion, until I was nestled snugly in his embrace, my whole, naked body against his. I knew we were being watched, and I didn't care! I was with Carl, that was all that mattered!
The slow tune ended, and a fast one took up, and we separated, holding hands. We didn't do any fancy steps, we just moved to the beat, grinning at each other like idiots. His cock waved and bounced at me, and my tits jiggled back.
I can't speak for Carl, but I don't think I had ever felt more alive in my entire life. The lights from the mirrored globe danced over our naked skin, painting us with dots of red and blue and white and green and gold. The music hammered through us, hard and driving, making our feet move, our bodies twist and turn.
We got jostled, and more than once I felt a hand on my butt or flank, but that was as bad as it got, until the music ended and we went for refreshments. Things got a bit more intrusive in that mob, until Carl formed a rear guard, literally, by pasting himself to my back, his cock resting against my lower spine as he wrapped his arms around my naked torso.
Shooting him a wicked glance, I moved one of his hands to cover my naked breast, my nipple digging into his warm palm as he measured my boob's size and softness with his fingers.
Drinks in hand we finally made our way back to the table and sank into our chairs, both wincing at how cold and hard they were. We practically wedged our chairs together so we could be close to each other.
We talked with the other kids at the table, admitting that being naked was both embarrassing and exciting, and that it really made dancing exciting and then some. I was glad to see Stephanie there, across from us, even though she'd had to come stag.
She was wearing a really pretty dress that looked good on her, showing a bit of her impressive cleavage, but not enough, in my opinion. She had all the tools to catch a guy, she just needed to deploy them better on the battlefield, I decided.
And I was shocked I was even thinking that way! That was soooo unlike me! I'm the geek, remember? What did I know about catching a guy?
On the other hand, here I was, with Carl beside me, which proved something, I guess.
Then the music started up again, and everyone left us but Stephanie, who had retreated into a reverie of her own as she watched the dancers with a wistful look.
I rested my hand on Carl's thigh beneath the table, where no one could see. Something egged me on to slide my hand up and find his cock. It was standing vertically and I curled my fingers around it. It was hot, and hard, and wet with precum. I thumbed the tip, his juices warm and slippery as I painted the softer tip of his prick with them.
If he stayed hard all evening, he was going to be in agony! I stroked his cock gently.
Carl looked at me, surprised, and then moved to kiss my cheek. I turned my head and our lips met instead. He'd been drinking root beer and I tasted it on his breath and lips.
"I washed my hair with conditioner," I said softly after breaking the kiss, incredibly nervous and aroused at the same time. What was I doing?! "It's nice and soft," I added.
"Oh?" and he started to reach for my head.
"Not that hair," I whispered with a hot giggle, nudging his bare thigh with mine.
"Oh!" His hand slid up my thigh and I spread my legs a tiny bit to give him room. His fingers settled in the soft nest of my bush and I trembled at the intimacy of his touch. He stroked my pussy and I purred, while inside I died a hundred zillion tiny, ecstatic deaths. Oh God, what WAS I DOING?
What was I doing? I was headed down a slippery slope as I milked him for more precum, making his whole cock slick so my hand skated over his hot flesh as I stroked his throbbing hardon.
His hand burrowed deeper, parting my slit, nestling into the hot, wet folds of my cunny.
"Oh, yes! Don't stop!" I whispered, my whole body aflame.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to cum," he warned me as I continued to stroke his hardon.
"So am I," I moaned. "Oh, my! Please don't stop!"
He groaned something unintelligible, while my hips had taken on a life of their own, moving against his invading fingers, scrubbing my clit against his touch.
I tried to be quiet, I really did, and I don't think anyone heard my little grunts as my pussy went into a series of hot spasms, my gut tightening, my whole body going rigid.
Oh, God, I was cumming, right there, at the dance, with Carl's hand buried in my crotch! And I felt his cock spasming and spurting, hot waves of cum spilling over my hand.
I went limp, leaning against him, trying to catch my breath. "Oh gosh!"
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Don't apologize for that!"
Okay, Carl's right, I giggled again. But he does that to me! "That was wonderful!"
He grabbed some paper napkins from the table and we tried to clean up some of the mess down there, giggling and squirming as he did. It got me all hot again the way we wiped at each other!
"I think a trip to the ladies' room might be in order," I suggested. Stephanie was looking at us from across the table, her eyes as big as saucers. "Did you guys just....?" She couldn't finish the question.
"Want to go to the ladies room with me? I might just tell you," I teased.
It took a teensy bit more urging but she joined me, and poor Carl trailed along, a wad of sodden napkins clutched against his crotch.
Once inside the restroom I collapsed against Stephanie, and I didn't know if I was laughing or crying or what. Nonplussed, she held me up with her comforting, soft, warm bulk, and then went into maternity mode, soothing my hysterics. "You did, didn't you!"
I nodded, trying to regain some semblance of control, more embarrassed by my emotional display than by what I'd just done with Carl. "I'm sorry."
Stephanie patted my naked back. "I'm envious," she admitted ruefully.
I felt a pang for her and extricated myself from her. "Oh, Stephanie, I'm truly sorry, it just happened."
She shrugged. "Don't be sorry, really." She smiled. "I'm happy for you. Carl is a great guy, and I'm just not his type."
We busied ourselves with girl things, and then I touched up my makeup at the mirror, glad we were the only two there at the moment. "You know what," I observed thoughtfully, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "You just need to bait your hook a bit better."
She looked puzzled.
"You're good looking," I pointed out.
"I'm fat," she countered mournfully, looking at herself.
"No you're not," I insisted stoutly (no pun intended). "You're -uh - zaftig. Wasn't it in, uhm, Huxley's "Brave New World" he used the word `pneumatic?' That's what you are. You have the sweetest smile I've ever seen, and you're smart, and you have -well - uh - big - uh."
"Knockers," she finished for me wryly but not bitterly. "Boobs. Bazooms. Watermelons." She cupped her hands under her massive breasts and lifted them.
"Don't knock it," I argued, finishing my lipstick, adding a touch to my nipples where the rouge had rubbed off on Carl. "Girls like me would kill to have what you do."
She laughed a hearty, big girl laugh. "If you did have them you'd fall on your face and have to get across the floor like an inch worm!"
I laughed with her. Then we sobered up a little. "You just need to put them to better use. A lot of guys like big tits."
She looked at her reflection dubiously.
"Here, lets try something," I said, reaching for the neckline of her dress. A little wiggling and tugging and I worked it down a good two inches, revealing more of the creamy softness of her breasts. A bit more adjusting and her nipples were just barely out of sight.
The cleavage was awesome! The Grand Canyon between the Grand Tetons, I decided, to mix my geographical metaphors.
"There."
She eyed herself dubiously. "If I sneeze I'm going to bust out all over," she warned me.
"So? If you do, let it happen," I argued boldly. "Look at me? You think anything like that will make the world fall down compared to what Carl and I are doing?"
She laughed. "I guess not." She jiggled things into adjustment a little bit, making the display even better.
"Now come on, let's make this place rock," I urged.
Carl was right outside the door, and the look he gave Stephanie's neckline would have made me jealous, had he not wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
When he steered us off the track to our table I was puzzled, but when he introduced Steph to Jerry Wilson I silently applauded his choice. Jerry was another wallflower, a little on the pudgy side himself. Within moments he had eyes only for Stephanie, and Carl and I went back to the table as a twosome, feeling very satisfied with our match making.
The dance became a joyous blur to me, with little sparkling highlights. Our next slow dance we gave up all pretense for it being anything other than a chance to snuggle, fitting our bare bodies as closely together as we could. He engulfed me, and I welcomed it, molding every inch of naked skin I could against his.
We danced and partied and snacked. Late in the evening as we were dancing close again I managed to tangle my legs with Carl's so I could rub my hungry pussy against his strong thigh and he could hump his cock against my tummy.
We danced like that for a long time, until I felt him squirming his cock between us harder, fucking it between our torsos, and I ground my pussy against his thigh, until we both came, my juices spilling on his thigh, his cum spurting up between us in thick, hot, gooey jets, coating us both.
As we came back down from that, I saw Mademoiselle Duclos looking at us, a little smile on her face. She knew! But she didn't say anything, only winked, and I knew everything was cool and quit worrying about her.
Carl and I had to get cleaned up after that, of course, so we sneaked into the girls' locker room so we could shower. When we were done, I combed Carl's pubic hair and he got down on his knees to comb mine, tickling my tummy with his kisses while I giggled and wriggled.
It was then I realized I'd lost my golden bow. It gave me the giggles to think it was probably on the dance floor, covered with my juices and probably some of Carl's.
Poignant was the only word to use for the last dance and the walk home, because we both knew this unforgettable evening was coming to an end. So it was a joy when I found out Carl didn't have to be home for two hours, and we retreated to the family room downstairs, leaving our coats on the floor by the door, my shoes at the top of the stairs so I was even more naked than ever.
Snuggled on the daybed, we necked and petted, and then Carl did something - well, something I don't even have words for. He kissed and tasted and licked and nibbled his way down me, pausing to suck on my nipples until I was ready to burst into flames, and then even further down!
When I tried to stop him, he shushed me, and tickled my belly button with his tongue before kissing his way down further. I tried to tell him he didn't need to, but he went right on, spreading my thighs to kiss the insides of them, showering my tummy just above my pussy with kisses. He said something about this being just for me!
I spread myself open like a flower opening itself to a honeybee. I knew he was hard, and ready. He could have done anything he wanted with me and I wouldn't have stopped him.
But he didn't, and that's why I love him more than ever! He didn't take advantage of me. Instead, he loved me with his mouth. His tongue explored my little forest, slithered into my slit, set my clit afire, and I curled my fingers in his hair as he suckled on me. His fingers toyed with my breasts even as his mouth feasted on my flooding pussy.
Ohmygosh! I get wet just thinking about it now, how he teased and tormented me with lips and tongue. I stretched my thighs as wide as they could go, my hips working desperately as his tongue wormed its way into my cunt, deeper and deeper.
I finally had to beg him to let me cum, and he did, his lips suckling my clit, his tongue whipping it, as he slid a finger up into my cunt, and I could only hope daddy and mommy didn't hear my wail as I orgasmed for an eternity with an intensity I'd never felt before, my thighs trapping his head between them, crushing him against my crotch, until all the strength ran out of me with the last of my cumming.
My thighs relaxed and I sprawled wantonly open as he squirmed back up to cuddle me tenderly in his arms, showering my face with sloppy kisses.
"You do taste good all over," he reported.
I licked his face clean of my own juices! "Mmmmm. I'd say I do, too," and we laughed into each other's necks, our breath hot and ripe with the scent of sex.
My hand found his cock and squeezed it lovingly. "Would you like me to...?" I started, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.
"No. I meant what I said. That was just for you. Besides, I don't think I have any more in me, to tell the truth. And anyway, I have to be going home."
I felt a pang. "Must you?" I glanced over, astonished to see it was almost two o'clock.
"Mom will be waiting up," he reminded me.
"She's a pretty good mom, isn't she?" I mused, combing my fingers through his tousled hair.
"She's the best," he answered, and something about the way he said it conveyed a subtle, deeper meaning. "I don't want her to worry."
Oh how it hurt to say goodnight! But we did, and I leaned against the door for long, aching minutes, conscious of the silence, the emptiness that surrounded me, filled with joyful memories, and sorrow that the evening had had to end. Then I gathered up my coat and shoes and made my way wearily upstairs.
Sitting down at my desk, I studied my reflection. My makeup was a mess, of course. My hair was half down, and as I took out the hairpins with their little sparkles on them I could only hope I hadn't lost any of them. For a moment I mourned the loss of my gold ribbon - I'd planned a spot for it in my scrap book - but it was gone forever, by now swept up with the napkins and potato chip crumbs, presumably.
I carefully removed mom's earrings and necklace and set them to one side on my desk to give back to her in the morning. Cinderella was turning back into a pumpkin, but she'd never be the same again, that I knew.
After a tip toe trip to the bathroom where I did the necessary things and washed the last of the makeup off my face, and my breasts and other places, I made my way to bed and snuggled naked between the sheets. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed that mom didn't come to tuck me in - relieved, I guess, because that night had been too precious to share even with her.