Dancing with Shannon

We took our wet clothes and underwear and put them in the dryer. I went through my Mom’s CD collection and got all the slow songs I could find. I like fast dance music. My mom likes old C&W slow songs. The kind that puts me to sl**p!

Needless to say, I was really nervous. I was about to hold one of the most gorgeous girls in our high school, in my arms. And the only thing that we were wearing was flimsy T-shirts and cotton panties. You were both braless.

I put in a CD and held my arms open for Shannon. She didn’t move. She just sat there on my bed, looking at me.

She said, “I don’t think this is such a good idea. I’ve never been that close to a girl before.”

I said, “You’ ve been after me for two weeks to do this. What’s the problem?”

She turned bright red with embarrassment as she said, “I don’t even have a bra on, I feel like I’m naked.”

Her 36C breast would never fit into one of my 34b bras. But I did have some other clothes that might fit her.

“Find something in my closet to wear. But hurry, I want to make you an expert before my mom gets home from work. We have about an hour before she gets home.” I said.