Dance
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Amanda tells Mat about the boy at the dance, and then they do a dance of their own. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
It was May by the time Amanda got home from the End of April Dance.
“I’m just a little tipsy,” she said.
“Did you have a good time?”
“I did. I danced so much. God, I’m so tired.”
“Shall I carry you to bed?”
“That would be so great.”
I picked Amanda up. I swirled her around.
“Oh God. I’m a little dizzy.”
“Sorry.”
We kissed while I carried her.
“So did you dance with anyone special?”
“It’s all kind of a blur.”
“Well, I’m glad you had a really good time.”
“I did! There was this one guy. He was really good.”
“He was?”
“Uh huh.”
“How was he good?”
“I don’t know. You know. The way he danced. The way he fucked.”
“Amanda!”
She was grinning. “I’m just teasing you.”
“But you wanted to fuck him?”
She smiled. “I bet he would have been really good. But not as good as you.”
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