A New Day, A New You part 7 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 7

... one lives. Stuart: New Year’s Eve After a good time with Uncle Morgan and meeting Jun and Lilly for the first time during the holidays I’m actually ready for school. I’m still getting my head around the absolute finality of the job Jun had me assisting on and the repercussions but I wasn’t there and it’s not like we’re going to go to jail, at least I hope we won’t. Good thing is I’m back in time for a new year’s party, one problem, I can’t find one. I went looking for a flyer or a post on the college forum online and there is nothing. I don’t want to spend another new year in my room and to make matters worse no Soledad or Caitlin. Neither one are back from visiting their families. I settle for trying to find a club near the college and after paying a ten dollar cover I am in. I never did clubs before but now I can see why people would avoid them, loud, dark and people are yelling to talk. I get to the bar and settle on a beer while I crowd watch. I’m dressed nicely for the new me with slacks and one of the Katy selected shirts but there are people here dressed better and with an hour till the New Year. I get on the dance floor a couple times and don’t completely embarrass myself when a black guy, about my height and maybe one seventy gets my attention. “Follow my lead,” he yells at me and I’m confused. I watch him as he does some fairly simple moves and I mimic him as best I can which basically has me looking a little better on the dance floor. I continue to follow his lead ...

... and realize we got about ten of us doing the same movements and once the song ends there is some cheering and get pulled by the dancer to a booth on the side. “Thanks for the help,” I tell him a little embarrassed. “Hey man I gotta help when you’re out there trying,” He tells me as we sit. “Yeah well it’s not my strongest skill,” I tell him and he laughs. “Hey at least you try, look out there and you can tell who is brave and who isn’t,” He says pointing to the crowd. He introduces himself as Jamal and after names are exchanged I find out he’s not in college, he’s working on his career. He says something about being the total package entertainer and I ask if he’s a stripper which gets a laugh. I watch him dance with more than a few ladies and find myself on the dance floor with a nice brunette as the countdown ends. I get a kiss on the cheek and that’s where the good times stop when I hear someone yelling at Jamal and not in the friendliest tone. “Hey Asshole get your hands off my girlfriend,” the possibly Mexican boyfriend yells at him. “Hey she wanted to dance man, I didn’t do anything she didn’t ask for,” Jamal tells him which doesn’t go over well. I don’t mind letting Jamal fight it out if he has to but when one Mexican brings three more to the table I’m not really good with those numbers and I part the crowd a little bit but not many notice that I’m building a line for me to ring leader. “Hey shit head,” I tell the leader who looks to me a second too late. I got pretty ...