Part X - 2: The Dance of Sex

After school that day, I had arranged for John and I to take a little... tour of some of the advantages of being a Tim ring wearer. I felt responsible for Brad's and John's problems, but felt Brad's had been taken care of for the time being. I decided John could become a honorary member of some kind.

The ring idea had been my version of my father's collars. Rubies were masters, emeralds were dominant slaves (which only Julie had), sapphires were just regular slaves, and now I was trying to decided how John would fit in. He was my friend of many years, albeit not as close as Joey or even Brad. I wouldn't make him a master, but I didn't believe he fit into the slave groups either.

After last period, we met on the third floor.

"So, what are going to do?" John asked after I handed him a glass of my father's drink. "And what's this stuff," he added after taking a whiff.

"You'll like it. It's a family recipe. I want to show you some of... well, I don't really know what to call it. Just trust me. You'll enjoy it."

"Wow! This is good! What's it called?"

"Life's essence, but we call it the drink of sex. You'll be feeling pretty horny in five or ten minutes. But don't worry. You'll have plenty of chances to work it out."

"Uhm, okay... I'm done."

"So am I. Let's go down to the boys gym. There's something I want you to see."

As we made our way down the stairs, I asked, "John, who got you into the pills, anyway?"

"Uhm... I'm not supposed to tell, but okay. Jim Tannor offered me one, and I tried it. He's one of the guys I've been eating lunch with. It felt really good, so... I asked him for another. Jim wasn't selling them to people, but I guess... he started to with me. You can't tell anyone, because he'd get into trouble big time. He came to see me in the hospital and stuff. He said he stopped, but I don't think he really will."

"Well, I want to meet him tomorrow, okay? I'm not going to rat on him. I'm just gonna see what I can do. Uhm, hey... You ever... you know... do it with a girl?"

John turned red, then said, "Sorta. Well no. Remember Tina Richards? Over the summer we sorta fooled around and stuff. She gave me a blow job once. That was excellent. And she let me feel her up. But we never did it, and I never actually saw anything. She got a boyfriend when school started and we haven't really done anything since."

"John my friend," I said, opening the door to the boy's gym. "You will forget Tina Richards after today."

He looked at me strangely, but then went in the door.

The pompom dance team, thirty-eight junior and senior girls with bodies of loveliness, were all sitting on the floor in their Golden Girl outfits, discussing future events and plans.

John looked at me again, this time with a hopeful look. I think the drink was starting to have its effect. I just winked at him, then motioned for him to follow me towards the group.

I walked up to the girls and said, "Afternoon, ladies."

"Hi, Tim!" they all said as they jumped to their feet excitedly.

"Are you ladies ready for some fun?"

They all said they were, but I called three of them over to me after feeling their doubt.

"You know you don't have to do any of this... " I said to the three girls. "Everyone else here agreed to this without any problems. Just because you don't want to doesn't mean you're not part of the team. This isn't a school function ya know."

"Tim," Melanie began, "we were talking yesterday. Could you?... Uhm... Does he have to listen?" she said nodding towards John.

"I guess not. Hey Julie! Show me your tits! John, that's Julie. She'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."

"SHIT! Okay." John said, hustling over to Julie. I smiled back at Julie's big grin as she lowered her top back down.

"Okay, what's up," I said, unconcerned with their shock at Julie's actions.

The three looked at each other, then Melanie went on.

"Well, we kinda, uhm... well... I know this isn't really fair to the other's, but uhm... "

"We'll do it if you did something... extra... " Trish said.

"Extra?... you mean in addition to? I don't know... Tell me what, then maybe."

Trish continued, "Joe Banken, he's my boyfriend? I really like him a lot. We're perfect for each other I think, and we've been going steady for over a year now. But lately he's been pushing to do it, and I think he might dump me for someone... easier. Do you think you could... "

"Stop... Do you know where Joe is right now?"

"Uhm, probably in the weight room... He... "

"Hang on... Okay... Think about what he looks like... yeah... Okay found him... His friends are pushing him to do it with you, and he is starting to believe them. So what were you going to ask?"

"Oh, uhm. So, does he like, love me?"

"Yeah, as far as he understands the meaning of the word."

"What does that mean?"

"Er, well... " I sighed. "He's not a... romantic like you and me. He thinks love is like... put it this way. He hasn't been hurt by love, so he doesn't know what love is yet. Does that make any sense?"

"I think, yeah. Oh. So you mean until someone breaks his heart, he won't really love someone? That sucks."

"Yeah, but that's the way it works with guys like that. Some people don't recover from the broken heart and they never let themselves love anyone like that again. And the answer is no, I won't."

"You won't what?" Trish said.

"I won't do what you were thinking. You wanted me to break his heart for him. I don't need to. You can do that yourself. Then if his friends haven't turned him against you by then, I think he will come back to you. But I'm not going to force anyone to love anybody."

"Oh... " Trish said, very disappointed. But then she said a little hopefully, "Actually, my original idea was just to somehow make him understand I wasn't ready to, uhm, you know."

"I'll make you a deal. You give him a blow job once in a while, and he'll be satisfied with that. You're going to get your own satisfaction from our other deal, so it's only fair he gets his somehow."

"You mean, put it in my mouth? That's disgusting!" she said with a face.

"No it isn't. Here... " I said before sharing one of the other girls' first blow job with her.

"Urrk... okay, okay. I'll do it. Just don't do that again."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make it drip down your leg... "

"What?" she said, looking.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." I said smiling at my little joke.

The other two had similar requests, both dealing with their boyfriends. I managed to find a compromise with each of them without actually doing anything more than reading a few minds, and sharing a memory or two. I didn't touch a single thought in the guys' heads, but the girls didn't know that. Twenty minutes after I had entered the gym, I closed the Tim Love Advice Hotline down, and walked over to John sitting with the other girls.

"Having fun yet John?" I asked as everyone started getting up.

"Uhm, yeah! But they won't tell me what's going on."

"Let's just say it will be a dance you'll never forget," I said mysteriously, causing a few girls to giggle. "Come to think of it, I'll never forget it either. Ready Joey?"

"Yeah!" Joey said from on top of the bleachers where he had been waiting all this time. "Doors are locked, windows are covered, and the guards are in place."

"Okay!!" I said loudly to make sure everyone heard. "Is everybody sure they are okay with this? Once we start, we won't be stopping! Last chance to chicken out! Okay John. Let's grab our seats."

Julie and Terri rushed up with our two fold up chairs and set them in the center of the gym. John and I took our seats, back to back to each other.

"All right girls, just give me and Joey a minute to prepare you... "

"Prepare for what?" John insisted. "Come on Tim... I'm about to cream in my shorts just from what I think is going to happen."

"Shhh. Tit tightening," I said as Joey and I started to find the muscles in each girl's chest so they wouldn't flop around so much and hurt. It probably would take some of the effect away, but they also looked really firm that way. Joey and I had been practicing and building up the girl's muscles for almost two weeks. It had been part of the deal to give them the ability to do this on their own once we had those muscles built up. Well, and once we figured out how to give them control.

The girls had formed a circle around us facing inward. As Joey and I went around the circle in opposite directions, one by one each girl shifted their chest and then turned around facing away from us. Once they were all facing outward, Joey started the tape.

Joey and I dropped the doughnut shaped blanket of the commands we had worked on for a week with the girls' help. It was the most complex and difficult thing we had ever attempted up to that time, but it worked perfectly and was well worth the effort.

As the music started, the girls all began to wiggle their bodies like a belly dancers, keeping their backs to us, staying in sync with each other and the music. Their arms seem to flow down their body, up the sides of the two girls beside them, grabbing hold of the base of their dance tops.

Then the entire circle of girls took a step towards the girl to their right, crossing their right leg with the other's left. They bent their bodies to their right, and I held my breath hoping the few that had lost their balance in the trial runs wouldn't this time. We never had run through the whole thing at once, but we had tested each part out, changing it until it worked right.

No one fell as the bending caused their tops to rise up on one side. The girls bounced their upper torsos to the beat of the music, rotating them forward and then left. As they went through this bouncy rotating motion, their tops were slipped off over their heads, held above their bouncing heads by the two girls beside them. Then the music suddenly took a faster beat, and the tops were tossed forward, causing a neat effect by the cloth seemingly exploding from the circle outward in sync, with each top staying directly in front of the girl who it had come off of. (That had taken almost two days to get worked out)

Their arms snapped down, flowed up their sides, then across their chests, turning just enough to see their arms covering their breasts. They twisted left, then they rotated right, never allowing us to see more than just a glimpse of their boobs.

The music changed to a slower beat, with their bodies beginning to pulse along with it. They turned to their right, snapping their legs together in military style, displaying a profile view. Their eyes were slightly glazed over from the slowly building orgasm that would climax at the end of the dance.

Their right arms dropped down, then made a circle motion above their heads and came to rest on the girl's right bare shoulder in front of them. They took a step forward, their breasts still covered by the remaining arm, and began walking in a humpy motion. The walk in itself was an incredible erotic thrill. It really appeared as if they were humping an invisible guy.

When they had traveled halfway around their circle, their heads were thrown back with a large pelvic thrust that swung their bodies to face us. They bent forward while shaking their hair in front of them, covering up our view of their chests. When they dropped the second arm to dangle like the first, John gasped. The girls began to bounce again to the increasing beat, and their motions started to give brief glances at their breasts.

The motions became more fluid, less bouncy, as they began to show more and more tit. Finally at a small climax in the music, they stood straight up, getting a "Shit" from John. The girls started to bend their knees, swaying their hips, and began to do part of their regular routine. It was pretty sexy, even before I introduced the bare tits, and with the addition of a few humps and grunts, I was sure John would be having wet dreams tonight.

The climax was approaching, both the music's and the girls'. Their circle had expanded to twice the original size, and at the ending of their regular routine, they dropped to their hands and knees for the big finale. The music got soft, building in volume and energy while the girls began dragging themselves toward us, their expressions and bodies displaying every bit of lust and sexual arousal they were feeling. Their breathing was easily heard as they passed the midway point.