Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... taking the lemonade cup back from Lee’s hand, he stood toe to toe with her, looking down slightly into her upturned face. He tilted his head ever so slightly to one side as if in askance, his eyes sparkled as did hers as she looked into them, lost as he was.

“I’m… I’m not a very good dancer, but would you… I mean… could I have this dance?” Tom asked haltingly.

Lee, bit her bottom lip, but it didn’t prevent her from smiling. The effect set Tom’s heart to fluttering, almost as much as the swarm of butterflies was doing to his stomach. Lee tilted her head slightly to match his and then, never losing eye contact, she nodded. Tom smiled, relieved, before he realized that now he had to actually try to dance. Damn those butterflies! He turned briefly to set his cup and his costume stick and handkerchief down on the bench, before turning back to Lee and taking her hand.

The two stepped out onto the edge of the dancefloor and were soon swallowed up by the other couples moving to the slow rhythmic beat. Tom desperately trying to remember everything his mother had taught him just recently. In his head he was counting “one…two…three… four…” to the timing of the music. Realizing that it wasn’t that hard to follow really, he felt his confidence grow.

His right hand holding her left, his left hand on her waist, their bodies held awkwardly apart, at first as he concentrated on moving his feet in time with the music. Lee sensed that he was uncomfortable but trying his best for ...

... her. Her heart swelled just a little bit more and she pulled herself closer to his body. The effect was both magical and instantaneous. Tom faltered for just a beat or two, but then relaxed into it. Their foreheads were nearly touching as were their noses. Inevitably, so too did their lips… and for Tom… and Lee… time stood still.

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From off to the side of the dancefloor closest to the big entry doors, two girls stood watching the dancing couples. One girl nibbling on a mostly eaten candied apple with almost no interest in those shuffling about, until she noticed her friend’s icy stare. Sylvia had spotted Tom, finally, but before she could even say anything, she became aware that he was already with someone… HER! That country bumpkin had beaten her to her man! That Bitch! She thought.

The flaming red hair sneaking out from under the black witch’s hat was far paler than the face of the girl wearing it. Sylvia was livid. The poor stuffed animal, a black cat, in her hands would surely have been strangled had it been a live animal. One could almost see the steam coming through the top of that pointed black hat.

She turned and was just about to storm off out of the barn when she almost ran into a tall man dressed as a fisherman. A thought came to mind and she stopped in her tracks and looked up into the tall man’s face, one eyebrow arched questioningly.

“Can you dance?” Sylvia asked him.

Taken by surprise, Richard blinked and looked down into the fiery ...