Chapter 1

Dan admired his daughters Hanna and Jenny as they waited for Craig Williams to pick them up for the dance.

“Remember, I’ll be at the school for ten thirty to pick you up,” Dan reminded them.

He looked at them, perfect examples of young teen girls wanting to be adults tomorrow. Each wore a low-cut criss-cross top, obviously without a bra, and what appeared to be their shortest mini skirts.

“What are you doing, Dad?” Hanna asked as he raised their skirts.

“Just making sure you’re wearing panties or a thong.”

“At least to start the dance. Who knows how long we’ll have them on?” Hanna said.

“Do you have a condom with you?”

“Daddy, it isn’t that kind of dance,” Jenny said, pressing a breast to him and kissing him on the cheek.

“Sure, it isn’t. I was a teenager in high school too, you know,” he smiled.

“Daddy, there’s no place at school to fuck.”

“Sure, every classroom that has blinds on the door window and a large desk.”

“Don’t forget the bleachers in the gymnasium,” Hanna let slip.

Lisa came to Dan, placing her hand on his stomach. He admired her growing belly. “Remember, Dad is picking you up after the dance to take you to a special party.”

“You told us, and we asked Dad what kind of party and he wouldn’t tell us.”

“See, you have something to look forward to besides a boy trying to get his hand up your top.”

“That’s why we’re not wearing a bra,” Hanna said.

“Have any of the boys asked you to the prom?” Dan asked.

“No, but there is this cute boy many consider to be a nerd. I like him and we’re supposed to meet at the dance. I hope he asks me. I don’t want to seem desperate if I ask him first.”

“There’s nothing wrong with asking a boy to the prom,” Lisa said.

“He’ll know you’ll offer him a fuck for sure,” Jenny joked and Lisa frowned at her.

Lisa went to her girls, raising their short hems. “Just checking you’re wearing panties.”

“Daddy already checked under our skirts.”

“I was in high school too, you know. Usually at a school dance, bras and panties soon came off.”

“Mom, we don’t do anything like having sex at the dances.”

“Sure, you don’t,” she smiled. “Make sure you’ve got a condom with you.”

“We don’t; they’re in my locker at school.” Hanna’s eyes widen at revealing her little secret.

The doorbell chimed, and Sarg and Major made for the door to inspect the caller. Lisa opened the door to Tom Williams, Jenny’s date for the dance.

“Hi, Tom. Don’t you look smart?”

“Hi, Mrs. Hayward, and thank you. Ready, Jenny and Hanna?”

“Yes, before we get any more questions from our parents.”

“Try to be good, if that’s possible,” Lisa said as they went to the car.

Jenny and Tom held hands, with Megan beside her. Craig smiled at Hanna and her long, bare legs, then backed out of the drive.

The school parking lot was abuzz with the coming and going of cars and minivans dropping off their kids for the dance.

Inside, the students gathered in the hallway or gymnasium, a loud din of conversations taking place. Girls would talk to girls and boys to boys. Several girls, once they arrived at the school, would hurry to their lockers. They had conservative parents who wouldn’t dare let their teen daughter wear a dress or skirt combination that was far too short and far too low. They would change back to their other clothes before meeting their parents to go home.

The male teachers enjoyed the dances too because the teen girls from grades nine to twelve, fourteen to seventeen years old, weren’t ashamed to flaunt their revealing curves to them. When the time was right, a secret rendezvous was planned for several.

Jenny was popular amongst her school friends, though she’d talk with any of them. The more popular girls were the ones who spread their legs or opened their mouths to a boy or male teacher.

“Hello, Jenny. You look as beautiful as ever.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor.” She smiled at him, letting his eyes gaze at her low cleavage.

Hanna smiled, seeing Tyler Bertrand approaching her. “Hi, Tyler. I’m here as you asked.”

“Hi, Hanna, I should have been more of a proper dance date and picked you up at your home.” Tyler tried to be polite and not look too often at the low opening of her top. He kept his gaze on her natural beauty.

“That’s okay. Jenny and I got a ride here with Meagan and her dad.”

“Do you like what you see?” She asked him, turning more towards him.

“What do you mean?”

“I see you looking down my top, hoping to see a bare nipple or two.”

“I ... um.”

Hanna took his hand. “Relax, Tyler; if I didn’t want you to look at my breasts, I wouldn’t have worn such a low top for you. You’re allowed to look, and if you’re a good boy, maybe sneak a feel or two. Just don’t forget what I look like.”

“How could I ever forget that? You are as incredibly beautiful as you are smart.”

“You are a smooth talker.” She stood closer to Tyler, enjoying their closeness.

The principal made the usual announcement before the start of the dance. No drugs or alcohol were allowed and sexual contact was strictly forbidden. The students scoffed at the warning. There might be a little alcohol snuck in and there certainly would be some sneaky sex.