Tmnt Dance Novels & Stories

She had some male admirers that I was not thrilled about but she declined them politely until our senior year homecoming. Drew, the captain of the wrestling team, showed some interest in her and asked her to go with him. I could tell something was up with that guy from the beginning. His on and off again girlfriend, Tami was head of the dance team. Their status didn't stop them from cheating on each other constantly only to act stupid when it was thrown in their face. Anyways the night of the dance came up and even though I hated dances I went to it for her. She was wearing a pretty lilac dress that came down just past her knees with some white flats. Drew was laying it on thick with her but

he explained, and Tanner simply shrugged as Lila shot him the dirtiest look she could muster. “Well, it’s not a great word to use at fancy and important events, ok?” the Beta coaxed and Adler nodded as he fussed and scratched at the back of his neck. Mj leaned down once more, “tell you what, try as hard as you can not to itch until after your mom and dad announce you guys to the packs, and then we can both take off our jackets and…,” Mj looked around before whispering in the young boys’ ear, “we will dance till we fuckin drop,” she said and was rewarded with the mischievous hushed laugh of a boy trying not to giggle like one.

"She's bonded." "Doesn't stop them from trying." Damon steps closer. Protective. "Stay near one of us at all times." "I'm not a child." "No. You're our mate. Which makes you a target." His hand finds my lower back. Possessive. "Dance with me." "What?" "It's tradition. Newly bonded mates share the first dance." "I don't know how to dance." "I'll teach you." He's already pulling me toward the floor. The music swells. He puts my hand on his shoulder, holds my waist. Starts moving.

I always believed Michael was it for me, but being with Tanner has awakened my soul. Tanner danced before me, showing off his corded toned abs that had already begun to glisten with sweat. Tanner should think about stripping on ladies' night; he would make a killing. Tanner danced an erotic dance before me, and I couldn't help but caress my breast and begin to pinch my bud, trying to quench its thirst.