Nerdy Dancer Novels & Stories

This is making me so goddamn nervous. Yes, I did join a dance squad before but that was all just for fun. I never danced in front of a lot of people nor do something in front of a stage. It's too embarrassing. I looked at Neal again and he was already staring at me. He gave me two thumbs up and smiled, making me feel relaxed. My gaze went back to the screen again when it showed a song which is 'Sorry not Sorry' by Demi Lovato. I froze on the spot when she picked the 'free-form dance'. Oh...crap?

"Oh my gosh! What is going on in here?!" I wince. Even the voice is wrong–high-pitched and painfully exaggerated. The acting is so atrocious it belongs in a middle school drama class reject pile. On screen, the music suddenly cuts off. The group of shirtless guys stop dancing with the half-naked girls and swagger over to the fake version of me. "Sup, nerd.” The lead guy wears a sleazy grin as he crowds her space. "Don’t pretend you didn't come looking for this. We all know what a little good-girl bookworm like you actually wants behind closed doors."

Stella's eyes twitched, and Felicity blurted out before she could even stop her, "He's a fitness celebrity with an amazing body. He would perform the Happy Cougar Dance on his live stream!" "Happy Cougar Dance?" Apparently, all the years that Aldor spent studying were not enough for him to know what that was. Felicity showed him a video. "There you go." Aldor got closer to her, and his mouth twitched. "This is the Happy Cougar Dance?" The man in that video had a sensational build, but it was not a video about fitness. However, that man was half-naked, and he was performing a dance that looked somewhat like a pole dance. The way that he swung his hips looked very erotic.

She asked still hugging me tight. “Marlon,” “What a loser,” She spat and I was somehow astonished that that came out of her mouth. Rachel almost never say the word even when Victoria and Nicole loved to use that word. The music changed and as the intro began from a quiet cricket noise, Rachel and I began dancing. The music gradually rose beat by beat until it was a full blown party music with the DJ occasionally spitting some bars. I was subconsciously enjoying dancing with Rachel. My hands were on her hips and we grind to each other as the music continued playing. I’m still very much aware of the fact that I’m gay but I’m even more surprised that I’m managing to keep my act this whole damn

She likes dancing but not guys, she actually hates them. She must have danced for an hour straight. She was thirsty and her throat felt dry from shouting on the dance floor. She felt the need for some booze. She went to the bar and was about to order when someone approached her and to her surprise even hugged her. She was about to slap him when he called Keanna. She heard a loud ringing noise in her head then she blacked out. “My long lost best friend, Keanna!” Keanna looked at him, she couldn’t recognize who he was, she thought her friend called her.

He groaned, dipping his hand in the shorts and tried to adjust his hard painful cock which was threatening to tear the poor shorts. He could hear his brother in his head telling him to stop being a nerd and go take what it is that he wants. And for the second time in his life, he listened to his brother's lewd proposal, even if it was just in his head, and marched towards Alicia's bedroom. The first time was when he agreed to attend a party with hookers. His birthday party to be exact.

And, like he was reading my mind, he said the following words, and I quote: "Good, because I would definitely like to take you to the dance as my date. I'll be at your house at seven." Then he walked away with his body of loyal followers. I heard them laughing as they walked down the hallway; I just thought that boys were just being boys. But Jerry Fisher ran a game on me. He had already asked Cindy Kingman to the dance. He made a bet with his friends that he would ask me, the nerd, to the dance. They predicted that I would go all out to make myself look pretty for him; and I did. The night of the dance, I sat down on the porch waiting for him. He said seven o' clock. I looked at my wrist wa

I nodded again sipping cautiously. I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder and turned to see a woman with sharp eyes and bright red lipstick smiling at me. “Come dance” she said, voice light but insistent and before I could think I realized I was standing following her toward the floor. Kael’s jaw tightened ever so slightly but he didn’t stop me. I could feel him behind me like a shadow like a predator waiting to strike if necessary. The music thumped against my chest, bass vibrating through the floor and I let myself move letting the rhythm guide me even as nervous energy prickled under my skin.

His eyes huge as he stared, then wolf whistled to the amusement of the onlookers god damn Nate thought as she turned towards him eyes closed swaying to the music a few wisps of hair flling across her face , head thrown back hands above her head infusing a west indies and almost east indian type dance as she sashayed infront of him. The image was simply erotic and he promptly forget everyone in attendance . as he zoned in on her. She was like sexy sirene drawing him to her .a promise of something far more carnal. Damn this knee injury he thought

MIRANDA’S POV No one could see the dance floor. It was wall to wall of people dancing to the techno music. There was no room for any more people, but somehow when Nigel and I entered, the space magically appeared. The music was all nineteen nineties, but we were dancing like it was jive; twisting, turning, holding hands as we changed sides. We were all grins. We looked like idiots, and we didn’t care. Inside, I was happy, happy and more alive than I had ever been.