The Sadie Hawkins dance is probably the second biggest dance at Riley High, right behind Homecoming. You would think that Prom would be first, but you’d be wrong. Proms are grade-specific — for example, Senior Prom, Junior Prom, etc. Sadie Hawkins and Homecoming are for the entire school, Freshmen, Seniors, and everyone in between. Sadie Hawkins can be a much bigger deal.

Unlike the other dances, this one puts all the pressure on the girls. Who to invite. How to get there. Who to go with, your entourage matters. We’re talking about high school, after all, where, on the social register, everything matters, from who you sit with at lunch to who you nod at in the hallway between classes. So, it is essential to get things right, at least if you care at all about your social image.

For Freshmen, it’s fairly easy. If you manage to get yourself a date and a ride to the dance, you’ve made the “A-list.” Although if you couldn’t muster up the courage to ask your crush to accompany you, it is perfectly acceptable to gather three of your friends and all come stag style. The boys who don’t get asked all do the same.

For Seniors, it almost doesn’t matter. They’re graduating, and Sadie Hawkins is at the beginning of the year, when they start to realize that they simply don’t care what anybody thinks any longer. Hate me all you want, I’m outta here anyway. So, they do pretty much the same as the Freshmen. Can’t get a date? Don’t want to hook up with some random guy? Just gather your single friends and have someone’s mom rent a party bus for the evening. (The seniors have been at this for a few years, they know how to party.) Or, everyone meets up at someone’s house after the dance, after-parties are when the real fun starts.

For Sophomores and Juniors, things are more serious. Most of them are well established in relationships, or have a serious crush to ask. And if he turns you down, you ask his best friend, or you stay home. It is also acceptable to go with a “Best Guy Friend,” and say you want to concentrate on your grades, sports, or whatever. (This is where the “Friend Zone” comes into play, so for all you guys in the zone, there is still hope.) But you won’t find too many large stag groups among the Sophomores or Juniors. As previously stated, the social significance of Sadie Hawkins cannot be overstated. Better to not show up than to show up wrong.

For Zane, his date, Morgan, being on the planning committee meant that he was also on the planning committee. Since this wasn’t a big enough dance to warrant its own private venue, the budget would never cover that, this was a decorate-the-gym kind of dance. This meant that for Morgan and Zane, everything started about two hours early, which is exactly when Zane’s doorbell rang.

His mom answered the door to find Morgan standing there. His mom always loved Morgan. She looked stunning in a stylish burgundy-colored top that seemed loose and flowing, but was, in fact, very form-fitting underneath, accentuating the body she had grown into since Zane’s mom had seen her last. That, on top of a white leather skirt that dipped exactly an inch below what the dress code deemed appropriate, not a centimeter more, and she was dressed to kill.

“Oh! Morgan, look at you! You’ve gotten so big.” His mom gushed. “We haven’t seen you in so long.”

His mom had met Morgan when the two of them had dated for a while as Freshmen. His mom always loved Morgan and was thrilled when Zane told her he would be going to the dance with her. Morgan smiled, made small talk, and charmed Zane’s mom for a few minutes before looking at her watch to hurry things up.

“Is he ready yet? Do you know? We have to help with all the setup and decorating. That’s why I asked him, I needed some muscle.” She laughed.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think he was downstairs, I’ll go see if he’s-”

“I know where it is, I can go get him and get his butt moving.” Morgan smiled.

“Oh...” His mom said with a little hesitation. “Okay, well, I have to get back to work, but you kids have a great time tonight. Oh, you look so beautiful, sweetie. It’s so good to see you again.”

Morgan smiled again and turned down the hall to Zane’s room, not downstairs. She gave the door a couple of swift knocks and turned the handle.

“Zane? I hope you’re dressed and ready to go, we’ve got to get moving if we’re gonna-”

She stopped, looked him over, then an evil grin slowly spread across her face, one Zane had missed. He was standing there in just his shirt and shorts, just about to pull his pants on. He dropped the pants and crossed the room to take her in his arms and kiss her. Morgan closed the door behind her, then spun him up against it and started kissing right back, vigorously, just like she always had. Morgan was a very aggressive girl.

She pressed up against him, her hands already starting to wander over his body. His hands were already sliding up under all that flowing fabric to find the form below it. Neither of them spoke, they simply touched. Morgan found his cock, already skyrocketing up to meet her, barely contained in his shorts.

“Oh, you ARE ready, aren’t you!” she said. “Well, we can’t have you walking around with THIS poking out all night, can we? We’d better take care of this right now.”

Without waiting for a reply, Morgan dropped to her knees, Zane still pinned against the door. In seconds, she had his shorts on the floor and his cock in her mouth.

Zane was, as they say, happy to see her.

She started to suck and stroke. Her tongue, swirling and tasting, licking and moving, added power to the suction she applied. Her hands started working some magic as well, stroking what she couldn’t get in her mouth, teasing and touching his balls just right. She had learned a few things since the last time they’d been together like this, and she seemed eager to show him all of them. All Zane could do was run his hands through her hair while her head bobbed up and down on his cock and try not to moan so loud that his mom came to investigate.

Quietly, “Oh shit, oh shit, holy shit ... oh my god, Morgan, oh my god...”

That pleased her. She started to increase her efforts.

“Ohhhhhhh no, stop. Stop. STOP STOP...”

He pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her back up to her feet.

“Too much for you? I was really hoping you were gonna-”

“I know what you were hoping for, but we don’t wanna get cum all over this pretty top before we even get there now, do we?”

He turned her around, pushed her to the dresser, and bent her over the top in front of the mirror. His hands slid down her sides and pulled her skirt up over her ass, no panties, imagine that.

“Oh, it looks like you’re all ready too!” He said, looking her in the eyes in the mirror.

Without hesitating, he leaned over her back and drove his cock into her waiting pussy. She started moaning immediately, but his hand closed over her mouth.

“Shhhhhhhh ... mom.” He said.

Zane started to pump into her hard, and Morgan started to push right back, each of them trying to fuck the other harder. He could feel her pussy trying to draw him in. She could feel his cock throbbing, building up to its release.

“I hope you’re still on the pill.” He said.

“Since a week after the first time you fucked me.” She answered.

Zane thrust his cock into her as deep and as hard as he could, and let go inside her. He gave her everything he had, cumming over and over until he collapsed on top of her, both of them looking at each other in the mirror.

“Damn.” He said.

He pulled out, finally, and cleaned himself off. Morgan fixed her top, then reached into her purse and pulled out a delicate little lace thong, which she slipped on and then adjusted her skirt. She had planned this all along.

“Don’t want to be flashing the entire crowd all night.” She grinned.

Morgan rejected Zane’s choices and finished dressing him, deciding exactly what he should wear to make her look good, and he did, then it was off to the dance.

With the decorations done, the tables set, the dance floor set, and refreshments all along the sides of the room, Zane was designated to greeting duty with Morgan. Stand at the front door and welcome everyone as they arrived. Which really meant gossip about who was with whom, and who was wearing what, and get the skinny on the latest rumors before they could start circulating.

Among the first to arrive were Nikki, Natalie, and Alexis with their boyfriends. Chloe, Izzy, and Kyra all arrived with their current crushes as well. Zane was surprised when Haley showed up on the arm of another Senior, one of the star baseball players. Zane liked the guy, but would have to admit, he was a little bit jealous. Haley, too, would have had to admit she was very jealous of Morgan. That was the little secret they both recognized in each other’s eyes while they all laughed together.