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Subject: The Dance **DISCLAIMER** This story contains adult situations and a female/female relationship. Blah blah blah. If you are underage,etc. Stop readin’ and go back. Rest of ya, enjoy. The Dance The day was like out of a storybook. A warm, gentle breeze blew, the sun was shining most radiantly, and all was good in the world. Kids rode their bikes down a suburban sidewalk to Witter’s Field to watch the ball team. **BANG** “Sorry, about that Dea! I keep forgetting about that spring loaded screen door,” yelled Rachel. “Oh, that’s alright. I’m continually forgetting about it myself. Come in, make yourself at home.” “Are you coming to Jared’s party tonight? Everyone is supposed to be there and we don’t have to bring anything but ourselves!” “Seeing how it is the last party of the summer, I, do, believe I will attend Mr. Jared’s party. How about you being my date??” said Deagan jokingly. “I would be honoured to be your date, Ms. Tate. Shall I pick you up around 7:00?” “That would be lovely! See you then!!” Rachel and Deagan have been friends for two years, now. They met when they both moved to the suburb, for different reasons. Rachel Hawkins was the typical twenty year old. She took a two year college course, worked hard, played harder, and always looked on the bright side of things. Deagan Tate, on the other hand, wasn’t so classic. She went to college, as kocaeli escort well, but it took her a couple of tries to finish. Being the all-around athlete, she opened a fitness center and has done well. The two girls met at the gym. Deagan was Rachel’s trainer for awhile, before they realized how close they lived by each and how much they had in common. Since then, they have been darn near inseperatable. “Are you decent?” yelled Rachel as she crept through the door. Giggling, Deagan commented,” Would you prefer if I wasn’t?” “Behave now. We aren’t even at the party yet, and your getting frisky!! Hah heh” said Rachel standing at the bottom of the stairs. *BANG* “Sorry, I will remember one of these times!” “Not a problem. Ok, I’m ready,” as Dea ran down the stairs past Rachel and opened the door. ” Take my arm, my dear. Let our night begin!!” With that, the girls linked arm in arm, and proceeded to the party. “Well, I have to admit everyone is here, Rach. ” “But right now, I wishing everyone wasn’t. That bastard, Mark, is here! I just wish I could see him and not want to cry and hurt him at the same time. Grrr.” “Rach, you can’t let him bother you. C’mon, let’s go get ourselves some real drinks and have an awesome time.” “And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Following Dea’s lead, Rach took Dea’s hand and waded through the people to the beverage table. After a few ‘manly’ izmit escort drinks and some jell-o shooters, Rachel decided it was time to dance. “Come hither, o’ date of mine! Dance with me!” shouted Rach. Together the girls got up and moved to the main floor. The music was hoppin’. “I’m soooo drunk,” stated Rach. “Same here, Rach. This is awesome!” That’s when Genuine’s ‘Pony’ came on. Everyone around them slowed down and started to bump and grind. Deagan grinned at Rachel and said,” I can see Mark staring at us, want to have some fun? Just follow my lead!” Rachel smiled, knowing that they were going to bug the hell out of Mark. Deagan placed her hand on Rachel’s shoulder and spun her around. Now, both girls were facing the same way. Deagan got in super close to Rachel, slid her left hand around Rachel’s waist, placed her head near the right side of Rachel’s neck and then proceeded to run her fingers down Rachel’s right arm. As Deagan got to Rachel’s hand, Rachel laced their fingers together and pulled their arms into her waist. That’s when they started to slowly grind and move together with the music. They saw Mark get all pissy and leave. They just laughed, but continued to move to the music. Rachel finally turned herself around, smiled and stared into Deagan’s blue eyes. This whole time they hadn’t lost close contact with each other, and with Rachel’s darıca escort stare, they knew that they had to leave the party. They left, hand in hand, running for Deagan’s house. When they got there, they were laughing, smiling, and trying hard to catch their breath. Once inside, they crumbled onto the couch and flicked on some tunes. ” Fuck, Mark was so pissed. Did you see him tear off?” Laughed Rachel. “I think this was the part that got him,” as Deagan pulled Rachel up, got behind her, and re-enacted the rolling hip action of the two. “I knew that would piss him off.” Rachel turned around again laughing, and giving Dea a hug. Rachel brought her head back and ,again, stared into Dea’s eyes. Dea had her hands on Rachel’s sides and couldn’t help but pull Rachel in close, at that moment. The two girls continued staring as Rachel brought her hands to cup Deagan’s face. At the same time, they drew each other tight and pressed their lips together. It was soft, gentle, but brief. They pulled their heads apart and again looked at each other. They wanted more, much more. They fiercely engaged in exploring each other’s mouth. Deagan was walking Rachel back, and gentle layed her upon the couch. With one knee between Rachel’s leg and one foot on the floor, Deagan stood up-right looking at Rachel to see if she wanted to continue. Rachel answered without saying a word. Slipping her hands under Dea’s shirt, she pulled Deagan down on her, and started the rest of their lives. — hey guys! Let me know if you liked the story. if I get a decent response I’ll write a few more. Suggestions are welcome, too! Later ail

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