(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).
I followed Hazel into the barn that was being used for the end of year party. It was hot in there. The music was loud. People were jostling at the bar for drinks and the air hung heavy with the smoke from a hundred cigarettes.
A tall, black guy I knew slightly, in the year above me, was standing in front of me with a glass of beer in either hand.
"Do ya want a drink?" He asked, handing me a glass without waiting for a reply.
The beer was warm but I took a sip anyway.
"Dance?" He asked, almost snatching the glass from my hand and parading me around the edge of the dance area as if to declare that I was with him.
We danced. Drank some beer and danced again.
It was hot. I felt sticky with sweat. I could smell my perfume working overtime.
A slow number came on. Before I could suggest we sat it out, as I was too warm to feel like being close to another's body his arms were around my back, pulling me tight against him. One of his hands was firmly in place between my shoulder blades, holding me in place whist his other moved slowly down my spine to the waistband of my tight white jeans.
"You're great." He said into my hair, then led me with his body to the most densely packed part of the dance floor.
I closed my eyes and my hips moved in time with the music, my pubic mound moving against his groin. No, not his groin. Something else instead. Something that was growing between us.
I tried to pull back but his hand was now on one of my ass cheeks. I could feel his fingers searching for a way between my ass cheeks, an access that was denied to them by the tightness of my jeans.
I gasped as I felt the full hardness of his cock against my belly. My whole body was tingling. It was so hard. So big.
"Were going out to the car." I heard a voice say.
I looked up. Hazel was standing next to me wrapped in the arms of a white boy from the senior year. There was a far away look in her eyes and a smile around the edges of her mouth.
The boy had spoken.
"Did you bring some?" My boy asked, grinding his cock slowly against me.
"Yeah." The other boy replied, taking Hazel by the hand and leading her towards the exit.
"Come on." He said, taking my hand. "We've got a joint."
I hesitated, unsure of what I wanted to do.