12 comments/ 27897 views/ 13 favorites Brian and Ballet Pt. 01 By: DSauthor A Note For My Readers, This story is pure fabrication of my fucked up mind, written on my equally, if not more so, fucked up Dell laptop. Now, my usual type writing style isn't that of a "quicky" to get you to cum as quick as possible. I try to involve a bit of depth and actually have as much of a story/plot as the sex involved. In fact this part doesn't have any. If it isn't your cup of tea, no hard feelings. Click back and move to something that is more your style. But, I promise you, my dearest reader, that I will deliver some high emotional, erotic material. Although I take care to proofread I'm sure there will be a couple mistakes that I will miss. This I apologize for in advance. I invite constructive criticism and look forward to reading your comments and messages. All characters in my story that will get down and dirty are at least 18 years old of age. If I can't get the story from my brains and into the word processor on this out of date machine, then fuck it. It can't be done. This is my first submission, of many...hopefully. I hope you enjoy. D.S. Chapter One: A Few Geeks and a Dare The final minutes of the final period of Friday were slowly ticking away. Mr. Benson taught geography as well as Brian could get laid. Rest assured, if you knew anything of Brian Fuller or his sex life you'd know how awful Mr. Benson is at teaching. Brian tore his eyes away from the projection and glanced around the room. He sat in the far back of the last row directly next to the door. Once that bell struck he could make a quick retreat into the weekend, but it was a different reason why Brian chose his seat. More specifically the reason was a five foot two, blonde haired, blue eyed angel named Emily Stine. From his position he could stare at her all he wanted. Emily wasn't just a ballet dancer, a cheerleader, or the fantasy of his masturbation sessions. She was actually a very sweet girl. One of the only girls who even acknowledged Brian was even alive. She would smile at him if their eyes ever met and greet him with a "Hey" or perhaps a sweet "Hello". Her shoulder length hair was usually either pulled back into a pony tail or fell unrestricted framing her cute face, today being the first choice. Her yellow T-shirt with some logo Brian didn't recognize fit against her smaller breasts and waist. She wore shorts that left plenty of her fair skinned legs showing. She crossed her legs, shaking her flip flop back and forth as she attempted to listen to the lecture. Brian however, was a different story. He stood at five eleven, and his black hair was a bit longer and unkempt. His black frame glasses were a bit crooked and frequently had to be pushed up the bridge of his nose. He was thin and lanky and his love of video games and SCI-FI made it a bit difficult for girls to enter his life. Much like his friends, he was an eighteen year old virgin. Not that he was ugly or anything though. Just certain choices he made determined that girls would clearly stay away from him. "Do you have anything to add on the discussion, Mr. Fuller?" Hearing his name snapped him out of his dream state as he looked at his teacher with a blank stare. "Anytime, Mr. Fuller." His teacher beckoned him, as if purposely making his last year of high school an even greater hardship. Some of his classmates glanced in his direction, a couple in honest trying to see what he had to say, and some snickering at him. Ugh. Brian's hair stood on end as the bell rang, evoking a herd like response from the class. He sat in his desk as the room began to empty, and caught the eye of Emily as she stood and turned for the door. Her blue eyes...those deep ocean like eyes that stopped his heart whenever they met locked in on his, and she gave him a warming smile and she walked passed him and out the door for the weekend. Her perfume lingered moments after she had passed, smelling of some wild flower. The warm Texas sun blasted down on him this September afternoon as he walked across the parking lot to the edge of the football field. His two closest friends, Travis and James, were already waiting for him. They all lived in the same neighborhood a few blocks passed the field. None of the boys owned their own cars but it was an easy enough walk. Travis was around Brian's height and weight. He had short brown hair and was as socially awkward as the others. It was probably his acne scars that kept girls from getting to know him. He was quick witted and a hilarious person if you did. James was a bit shorter and rounder than the other two. In fact it was probably only his weight that made girls over look him. But just like the rest of them, they all had their good qualities—too bad no one ever saw them. They continued their talk until they all made their way to Brian's house. It was his turn to host their general geekfest. It was just him and his mother, in a decent sized house. His mother was in her late thirties, but looked really young. She was a nurse at the hospital and worked a lot of hours. They got along rather well, his mother having a youthful personality to match. Always playing around and joking with him about girls and such. "You'd never get her." James managed to say through a bite of pizza in his mouth. It had been a few hours of World of Warcraft raids and Call of Duty and the guys were talking about their most favorite subject, women. "Yeah, she's a dancer and totally hot. She doesn't go for guys like us." Travis chimed in while playing the Xbox. "I can dream though. Boom, headshot!" Brian responded, apparently murdering his friend in their game as a sort of payback for reminding him why he couldn't have Emily. "I bet you'd be too chicken to even ask her out." James said almost to no one. "I am too chicken. I'd almost do anything though." Sigh. Brian just wished he could spend some time with Emily. Anything that could get him close to her, so maybe she would see just how great of a guy he was. "Anything? Would you do absolutely anything to get a once in a lifetime chance to get close to your true love?" James said with "lovey dovey" eyes, which earned him a punch from Brian. "Join ballet." Travis said, with a serious look on his face. "What? Get out of here. I'm not going to join ballet!" "I DARE you to join ballet." James said with a grin. "Not gonna happen." "I'll throw in a hundred dollars." James replied eagerly. "I'll add fifty." Travis said looking at Brian. There was no way he was going to get out of it now. He'd have to join ballet. "I don't know the first thing about ballet!" "They are looking for guys though! You'd get to hang out with a lot of girls, plus it's really cheap! Look, just go there and take the classes. You have to do it for a month at least, or you don't get paid." Travis said grinning. "That is if you accept our dare. Look Brian, it's now or never. James and I would probably do anything to get to our crushes, except we really don't have any crushes right now. Just do it" "No." I wasn't giving in. Even though I could use the extra cash. "I'll throw in my George Lucas signed Star Wars collection." Brian's mouth dropped. This was James's Holy Grail. There was no way he would give it up lightly. "I guess I'm a ballet dancer now." "And..." James smiled "You start tomorrow." After much consideration throughout the rest of the night, Brian accepted the challenge. He had never broken out of his comfort zone before. What did he really have to lose? It was only ballet. With a lot of pretty girls. Chapter Two: Dancing with Hormones Brian opened the door to the ballet studio and peeked his head through. He heard music coming from the end of the long hallway. After much debate and teasing from his friends he decided to commit to ballet in it's entirety. Although he wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. He knew absolutely nothing about ballet. He crept down the wooden floor towards the music. The walls were lined with various dance pictures and trophies. The building smelled of something pleasant, though he didn't know what. It's like he stepped through an entirely different world, although this wasn't one of his make believe SCI-FI movies. It was real. He reached the end of the hall and was standing by a set of double doors that were partially opened. Peeking his head through, his heart started racing when he saw a group of girls sitting against a wall. It seemed forbidden almost for a guy to be here. Sort of like the girls locker room. Strange, he thought. The music overcame his thoughts and he turned his attention to the dancer. It was her. Emily appeared to be floating almost like a bird. She turned and moved with a grace unknown to him. It was poetic the way she almost told a story. In fact, she probably was, he guessed. He unconsciously stepped into the large room. He noticed her curves. Was she hot? No. Hot was a word that described someone you just wanted to fuck. She was something more to him than just raw lust. Sexy? He thought for a second. Sort of. He always associated the word sexy with more mature beings. Emily was mature, certainly sexy, but this wasn't it. Beautiful was the right word. A woman who was beautiful is a woman you brought home to mom. A woman you would marry. Everything about her shouted beauty. The way her tights and leotard fit her frame and displayed her body. The way her pony tail turned with her. The expression on her face. She was eighteen. Youthful, but yet a woman. He ached for her, the way she made love to the music through dance. The music stopped and Emily took a bow. "That was beautiful." He said before he had a chance to stop himself. It was probably the most honest and true deep feeling thing he had ever said before. She turned to him and smiled. "Thank you." She replied with a smile. All eyes were on him now, and he could feel himself getting red in the face. "Hey, I'm Katherine. Owner, operator. How can I help?" She looked to be in her late twenties, and took care of herself. She wore the same attire as the rest of the class, and definitely was a woman. This girl, was hot. "I, I..I want to take ballet class." He mumbled under his breath. "What was that? Speak up like you got a pair!" She teased him. She wasn't mean about it though. Nope. Her smile told her that she was just a playful thing, and her eyes bore no harshness. Her remark earned her chuckles from her students. Half of the other girls were from his school, in his grade. The other half, he wasn't sure of. Most of the class still had their eyes on him, but some had broken into a conversation of their own. "I want to take ballet class." He said louder, with a bit of confidence this time. He liked Katherine. She smiled wider, if it was even possible, then jumped up and down a few times excitedly. "Aww finally a guy that has the balls! I'm so excited!" She exclaimed pulling him in a hug that he was totally unprepared for. He was even more unprepared for the kiss she gave him on the cheek. Even more shocking, the rest of the class accepted him just as much. They didn't kiss or hug him, but they welcomed him. Girls came up to him with smiles, introducing themselves, although he wouldn't really remember any names yet. It was too much! "Okay girls enough ogling the fresh meat, we have to talk business. Work on your forms!" Katherine led him into her office while chatting away about ballet. He checked out her backside, noticed she had a really nice butt. Firm, but had a bounce to it as well. "The cost is relatively cheap. This isn't a professional studio. Thirty five dollars a class, two classes a week. Your ballet gear will be about one hundred to two hundred dollars, covers shoes, tights, dance belt—stuff like that." She was shuffling through forms as he considered. It was affordable. Her black hair draped around her face. She was taller than the rest of the class, but still shorter than him. Her eyes were big, and always full of life. She was thin, but not model thin. And as far as he could tell, her breasts were a decent handful, if not more. He pulled out money that his mother gave him—she was all supportive of his decision to join ballet. A little weird, she thought. She was happy though that he was doing something social that didn't involve games, and perhaps he could actually meet a girl! She accepted his money and led him to a room with dance clothes. He was fitted for his shoes and tights. She told him he could wear a black tank top or T-shirt with his tights. She held something else up and giggled. "Dance belt!" She smiled at him. He thought it was just a regular belt but whatever she held puzzled him. "What is it?" He asked curiously. "Like a jock strap. To protect your..." "I get it!" He cut her off, blushing. "We don't get male dancers in here, and we have an assortment. You'll have to find one that fits properly so it's comfortable and does its job." She showed him the belts. "They are like a thong! Do I really have to wear them?" complaining, he thought about backing off. "Yes! Hey, I wear thongs. If I can so can you!" "Fine. How do I know which one, you know, is a correct fit?" He asked honestly. "Which ever one keeps your dick in place." She said with a grin. He had never heard a woman talk like this, but he liked that she was cool and down to earth. "Look, I know it's a bit embarrassing, but I can help. No, not like that!" She said after seeing his expression. "I meant, find one that you think fits best, and ill come in and instruct you how to move to see if it is or not." He nodded in agreement as she left the room. He didn't have a really big penis, only maybe five and a half inches. He was a little embarrassed by the length, but there was nothing he could do. He tried on a few belts before he called her back in. He made sure he was facing her, cause even though his penis was covered but displayed, his ass was fully exposed. "Don't be embarrassed!" She said as she came in, noticing his red face, and his hands covering up privates. "Look, you're covered. Don't be ashamed of yourself, you're actually kinda cute." Her smile always put him at ease. She instructed him on a few different movements and poses. "Cute ass!" She winked. "Hey!" He scrowled, momentarily before he realised she was joking. "Does it support you well?" "I think so. It's not bad once you get used to it." He replied, feeling a bit at ease for almost being naked in front of a beautiful woman. "Great! Well tiger, keep your stuff, you'll start Wednesday!" Part 2 coming soon! I Hope you were enticed, or at the very least got your interest sparked just enough to see where this story will lead. Now that you know the characters and situation, the story will start heating up soon. Stick with it, you won't be disappointed. D.S. Brian and Ballet Pt. 02 To my Dearest Readers, Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series, please do so, it will make more sense. I think I liked the direction I took it. Comments and constructive criticism is welcomed! D.S. Chapter Three: A world of Intimacy "A thong?!" James choked out through a big mac. It was Monday evening, and the three boys were eating McDonalds while playing Call of Duty. Brian was explaining the events that took place the previous Saturday. "It's not a thong, it just looks like one." Embarrassed, Brian turned his attention back to the game. "So it's like a jock strap almost, make sure your dick stays in place. Not bad. I can't believe you actually did it man. You sure you're not a homo?" Travis added to the conversation. "Dude, you know I'm not gay." "I know, but the other guys at school will question it." Travis replied with a smirk. It was something Brian was dreading for sure. He knew his friends knew the true reason he was doing ballet, but he wouldn't tell the rest of the school why. Nobody really knew except for the handful of girls who were in the same class as him, but as far as he knew the word hadn't gotten out yet. He was dreading when he did. The three boys went to their respective home for the evening. Brian got home as his mother was leaving, so he went to bed for the evening thinking about Emily, and his life in general. What would happen if everybody found out? Tuesday went along without a hitch and soon enough it was Wednesday after school. Brian stood in his ballet gear, complete with belt and all. At least it made his dick look a little bigger. So far none of the girls, including Emily, had paid him any special attention. But he hadn't even had his first class yet. It could change. He at least hope he could become friends with her. But could he just be friends? He couldn't make her fall in love with him. But yet, he couldn't pretend to only be a friend and nothing else. It was a topic that hurt him to think about it. Why couldn't I have been born rich and good looking, then life would be so much easier. Should I just admire from a distance, like some portrait in a gallery? No. He never took risks in his life. He always played it safe. It was now or never. He was going to step out of his comfort zone and tell Emily what she meant to him. At least if she blew him off he wouldn't be a forty year old man wondering "What if?" "Brian, are you going to get out of the car, or are you having second thoughts?" His mother interrupted his thinking. "No, I'm going to do this." He said sternly with confidence, which left his mother with a puzzled look. "It's only a ballet class." She thought to herself, and shrugged it off. Brian walked up to the door and when he saw Emily he forgot all his pep talk and became the tourist admiring the artwork from a distance—and she was the perfect masterpiece. He stood awkwardly in the big room with wooden floors, and mirrors all around. He eyed the girls, huddled in groups talking amongst themselves. The room was full of eye candy, and he tried to hold down an erection. He got a good look at himself in the mirror. Taller than the rest, with semi-long black hair. He pushed his black framed glasses up the bridge of his nose. He wasn't horribly looking, he thought. Just not what girls were into. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't fat. "All right class!" Katherine's voice boomed above the chatter. She was dressed in black spandex that framed her figure perfectly. "You all remember Brian, the new guy. Finally a man with a set who isn't afraid to go toe to toe with us women!" She said, making him the center of attention for a brief moment. His face turned red as the girls looked at him, and over him. They were somewhat checking him out, he could tell. But then he frowned when their attention turned back to their teacher. "Your package is nice and snug?" She said with a wink and a grin, once again making the girls look over him. His face, unbelievably, got even redder. She finally let him off the hook and divided the class into the different level of abilities. There were two other girls who were beginners like Brian. Stacy and Emma. Katherine taught him basic ballet positions and such, and drilled the newbies on posture and pose. The rest of the class were in their own respective groups working on choreography for a recital of some sort. "No you dork! Keep your back straight. There ya go!" Katherine would pipe at him as she touched him softly, moving him into whatever position she wanted him to go. This was the most contact he had ever had with a woman before. He spotted Emily a few times but would lose concentration on what he was doing, which would earn a remark from Katherine. He decided he should honestly try to learn something. "Okay Brian, I know you're a stud muffin but I think it's been a while since you've last hit the weight room ya?" Katherine asked him, while she was showing Emma how to do something. "Well, yeah. I haven't had much time lately." He replied, knowing full well both of them knew he had never been to a weight room in his entire life. "Well, eventually you'll be lifting up these women, and while their not fat, it takes a lot of strength to hold them in different poses." Katherine explained. Then motioned Brian to join her and Emma. Emma was a girl he knew was in his class, although she wasn't in with the popular crowd as Emily was. Emma was cute, had the same petite features as most of the other women. Her light brown hair matched the color of her eyes and her sun kissed skin. Brian wondered if her skin was naturally this color or if she tanned. Katherine put Emma in front of Brian really close. So close in fact, he was sure her ass was resting against his dick. "place your hands on her sides, right about here." Katherine said, showing him on her own waist. He hesitated. "This is ballet! Don't be afraid of each other. It's intimate. You both better get used to being close." Intimate, Brian repeated in his mind. If being close to women and touching them is what this was about, then he was sure he made the right decision to start taking class. Although it would take a miracle to be able to dance with Emily. Brian raised his hands and placed them on Emma's waist. It was small, soft and warm. Even though this wasn't the girl of his dreams, he was just excited that he got to touch a woman, and an attractive one at that. Emma giggled, then cleared her throat. "You tickled me..." "Now try to lift her up, slowly. Without hurting her." Brian did as Katherine instructed. He firmly gripped Emma by the sides and raised her. She was light, but he wasn't strong enough to keep control of her he dropped her back on her feet. "I want you to start working out. In fact, I can probably get my boyfriend to move his weights and equipment into a spare room. He can be your workout buddy. His name is Neil, and I'm sure you'll get along." She said with her usual smile. Brian thought about that. It wouldn't be bad for him to hit the gym. He should take an interest in his appearance, and ballet would be a good excuse for not just being some gym rat that worked out all the time. "Sounds good to me." Brian agreed. "Awesome, I'll tell him. He'll listen to me, or he doesn't get any." She winked. "Work on your posture and stuff at home, I'll see you Saturday." And there she was again, Miss Emily Stine. With her perfect smile and hair and absolutely perfect ass. Then she looked over at him and smiled, and said three magic words. "See you later!" He was blown away, not only did she turn to find him...to lock eyes with him, she talked to him. He was reading to much into this, he knew. But it felt good—and it was a start! Brian walked home, still high off the events of the night. He didn't care that he was still in his ballet attire. He felt like the richest man alive. "So what, lots of guys touch girls...Just not us." Travis said with a laugh. James and Travis joined Brian for some late night pizza and episodes of Family Guy. Of course, they had to get the details of Brian's first ballet lesson. "It was nice, it just wasn't Emily." Brian responded, still stuck on the moment he had with Emma. Why was that important to him? Because he was a virgin? No, he thought. He was just being stupid. Lots of men do get to touch women, and a whole lot more. He wasn't one of the lucky ones. "It would be nice to at least be friends with some girls, and hang out with them. We never bother to ask them anyway." James piped in. A girl who was a friend. That could work, Brian thought to himself. Maybe if he had a girl he could talk to she would let him know what was wrong with him, and more importantly, how to fix it. He sighed, surfing the web and laughing at the funny bits until he almost choked to death. "Guys...Most of the girls in my ballet class just added me on Facebook! Check it out!" Brian exclaimed, almost knocking over a can of Mountain Dew. Sure enough, he saw some girls he recognized right away and some he didn't. Skimming through the names as fast as he could he searched frantically for her. Then he found it. "Emily Stine wants to be your friend!" It read. He was even happier than before. This was the start of something amazing. The only women he ever had on Facebook were family members, and now it's like he's a completely different person. It was just a website though. No big deal. Damn it, why did he have to always think so negatively? It was positive wasn't it? Or was he just reading too much into it again? "At least for one moment, those girls were thinking of me, at least enough to request me as a friend." Brian said to himself. "Dude if I wasn't such a fat ass I'd wear a tutu to get that kind of attention." James rambled out, browsing through the different girls profiles. Brian went to bed being the happiest since The Revenge of The Sith was released. Chapter Four: A Jock, a Fight, and some Luck The next day Brian felt the worst he ever had. Word had finally spread about his ballet adventure, and he began to take ridicule from all the other guys. At first it wasn't anything too horrible, at least nothing he couldn't handle. Some of the girls even said it was cool that he was brave enough to do so, which he liked. So he walked with his head down and tried to avoid any awkward situations. For the most part, up until now, people left Brian alone. Sure every once in a while he was bullied, or made fun of. It usually didn't last too long though. Brian was a nice guy that didn't like confrontation. This was different. It seemed all the guys couldn't let this one slide. Especially Jake. Jake was your typical high school sports hero. He did everything, and did it well. That meant he was top dog at this school. Every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be him. Well, except for Brian and his friends. Sports held little meaning to the three, and being a dumb jock wasn't on Brian's list of things to do. So Jake teased and mocked Brian whenever they passed in the hallways, putting on a show for his friends. Brian would ignore it and carry on with his day. Until Friday. It was late in the afternoon, only Mr. Benson's boring geography class to go. On the way there, Jake stopped Brian in the hall. "You know, I got this theory. See, I think you're a closet homosexual. Is that right?" Jake laughed nodding to group of friends. Ugh. Not again, Brian thought. He tried to move passed like he had all week, but this time Jake stopped him. "Well what is it Mr. Ballerina? Are you a fag? Or do you have some sick and twisted fetish for little girls in tutus?" That was it. The last straw. Brian had put up enough with Jake's antics, and anger swept over him. This wasn't like him to get angry, or want to hurt someone. But Jake had definitely crossed the line. Brian squeezed his fist in a ball, so tight he was sure he cut off circulation. He raised his arm and pulled back, and imagined his shot connecting square against Jake's jaw. Too bad that's not what happened. Jake, being the faster and stronger guy, laughed as he stepped out of the way and quickly returned a punch of his own. Brian fell back hard on the floor, eyes starting to swell with tears. A small gathering of people stopped to see what was going on. Why did people have to be so cruel? What did it matter to some jock what Brian did with his free time? He ignored the laughter as he picked up his book and walked outside, the sky, cloudy, matching how he felt. He sat on a bench and calmed himself down, ignoring the loud bell that signaled it was time for class. Then a hand touched him on his shoulder, causing him to jump out of his skin. Great, a teacher had either witnessed the event, or caught him skipping class—either way embarrassing. His own jumping caused Emily to jump just as high as well, scaring her half to death. "Sorry, I...I saw what he did to you. Heard what he said. He's an idiot." She said softly, looking right at Brian. Through the pain he still felt on his face, and the tears that swelled his eyes, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was there, a foot or two in front of him, skipping class just like him to comfort him. To be a friend. "Mind if I join you? I'd rather be out here anyway.. It's a lot better than Benson's class." She said, not waiting for his response and took a place at the bench. Even more shocked at today's events, Brian sat next down to her. "I think it's totally cool you're doing ballet. Don't let any of the other guys bring you down, and for God's sakes, don't try to hit Jake again. No offense or anything, he's a pretty big guy." She said with a beautiful smile. Her voice was cute, soft. Dreamlike. "Yeah," Brian said rubbing his cheek, "That wasn't the brightest of my ideas. Thanks though, for the support. I'm trying to learn ballet anyway." "Do or do not, there is no try!" She quickly replied. Brian looked at her with the most puzzled face. "Uh, Yoda? You're wearing a Star Wars shirt? I thought you'd know the quote." Emily teased him, pointing at his shirt. "Hey, I know it! Trust me I do. But, what's crazy is a girl like you knowing it!" He bantered. "I admit I wouldn't watch a movie like that on my own free will, but my little brother forces me to do so, about oh...every other weekend." She explained, playing with her sandal. Brian glanced at her, studied her face. When their eyes met he was lost for words. So blue and shocking. "Well since we're not going to go back in, walk me home?" Emily said with a wide smile. "Sure." "You know, you're not like the others." Brian said aloud, although he wasn't sure he meant to. They had been walking for a few blocks in silence, although it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was a mutual thing, a funny paradox—That they both enjoyed the solitude of each others company. "Others?" She laughed. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're popular. A cheerleader, a dancer. But you're not mean or stuck up at all. You've always been nice." "I don't try to get caught up in all the high school drama, or gossip. It's pretty childish. I think it started raining!" They both looked up at the sky and felt the water beating on their face. The gentle sprinkles washed away any shame and tears left. Then it really started to pour. "Ah it's starting to get cold! Follow me!" Emily said as she surprisingly grabbed Brian's hand and took off at a decent pace. Brian wasn't an athlete at all, but he could easily keep up with Emily's short stride. Her hand felt warm inside his, and his heart fluttered when she glanced back and smiled at him. He studied her beautiful blonde hair blowing freely in the wind. He started to look down towards her ass, but when his eyes reached it he felt wrong. Like he was betraying her trust. "Home!" Emily shouted as she led Brian up the steps to a big blue house. The front porch wrapped around and Emily took a seat on the swing. "Sorry for running! I love the rain, but it's a bit cold right now." Brian managed to check out her breasts. If she was cold, he couldn't see it. "It's cool. That was really fun." Was all he could say, with a grin. How awkward he thought. Here he was having a blast with the girl of his dreams and he couldn't even talk to her. "Hold that thought." She said as she went inside. Brian, puzzled, just sat down on the swing. Emily soon returned with a couple of blankets to wrap around themselves. "Oh, thanks." Brian said and Emily took a seat next to him. "Want to wait out the rain before you walk home? Or if you want you can use the phone to get a ride, it's up to you. I'm in no hurry." "Thanks, I'll stick around for a bit. It seems to be getting better anyway." So again they sat in silence, listening to the rain fall against the house, and the sound of the passing cars driving through puddles. But the smell was the best. Brian loved the smell of rain, and if he was careful he was sure he could link the smell of rain to Emily for the rest of his life. "So tell me about yourself? I hardly know you." Emily broke the ice first. "Um, I'm...just your average nerd I guess. What about you? I don't know you either." Brian said smiling back at her. "I'm, just your average preppy girl I guess." She said, lifting her shoulders up with a cheesy grin. "Touché. Well I don't know how to put it. I just like to geek around with my best friends, play games, eat junk food. All that good stuff." "No way really?" "Are you mocking me?" Brian said, sounding serious, staring at Emily. Emily thought he was serious, until Brian broke out in laughter. "Hey!" She said, playfully hitting him in the shoulder. "When are you going to 'geek around' as you put it?" "Tonight actually, gonna be a blast." He said, matter-of-factly. "Nuh uh! I'm totally coming!" Brian and Ballet Pt. 03 My Dearest Readers, Thanks again for your comments! First off this installment is a bit longer than usual, however when I first wrote it, it was much longer. But I didn't like the direction I took, so I quickly revised it. (As you read you'll understand why I left off where I did. :D) I'm actually really pleased with the great ideas my laptop gave me, and I'm excited about how it turned out. I hope you, my dear readers, enjoy it as much. D.S. Chapter Five: Women, Weights, and Voyeurism. "You're serious?" Brian responded, shocked out of his mind. Why would Emily even consider hanging out with him and his friends? Not that he minded. He just thought a girl like Emily would have a million other better things to do on a Friday night. "Dead serious! I mean, if it's okay with you and your friends. It's the two guys I always see you with right? Do you think they'd mind?" She asked honestly. "Well, no. I don't think they would." Wow. He let the thought sink in. Emily Stine, the girl of his dreams, playing games with the guys. Once again he felt his heart picking up pace. Emily smiled at him. "Good. Here..." She continued, fishing a pen out of her pocket, and wrote down her number on his arm. "Call me and let me know where at and what time." "Yea sure! I mean, okay cool." The rain seemed to stop and he awkwardly waved goodbye as he took off for home. They are never going to believe me, he thought to himself. "Dude, Emily fucking Stine is coming to my house?" James repeated for the third time. "I mean, only if you're cool with it." Brian responded, but mostly out of courtesy. He knew James wouldn't object. "Dude. I need to shower." James said sniffing himself. Then he panicked as he looked around his room. "Shit, I gotta clean this place up. No way that a chick would be cool with this mess." He added as he swept his eyes around his room in the basement. Brian was happy it was at James' house for the privacy, it was just going to be them tonight. But James had a point. It looked exactly how a nerd's room would look like. Messy. The tell tale sign that a guy never got laid. Thankfully Travis and Brian didn't need to shower, they had came fully prepared. "You go ahead with the shower, we'll clean up this place yea?" Brian offered. It was the least he could do. "Word bro. I owe you. Well, actually you owe me. If I help you get laid you gotta hook me up with another ballet chick man." "Just go already!" Travis responded, pushing James upstairs. It didn't take long for the place to become spotless, nor for James to finish his shower. Brian, nervous as always, had to work up the courage to actually call Emily. He didn't know why, she gave him her number after all. Finally he was able to punch in the number, then his palms began to sweat as it rang. He managed, in between stutters, to spit out the address to her. Then they waited. "I wonder what it's gonna be like, you know. Hangin with a girl?" Travis spoke up. "Completely epic." James sang out, attention on the TV. They were killing time, playing some Call of Duty when all of a sudden the door bell rang, making them all jump. They sat for a second, looking back and forth at each other then sprinted for the front door, causing James to slip and curse loudly as he banged his shin on one of the steps. Brian, smacking his friends back shooed them both back downstairs. It wasn't a date or anything, but still he wanted his space. Reluctantly they returned to the basement. He paused for a brief second and took in a deep breath before finally opening the door. "Hey Emily." Brian said with a smile, taking in the sight of her. She wore her usual flip flops and denim shorts that showed off her toned legs. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she had the usual amount of makeup on—nothing like a clown, but only enough to keep you guessing if she was wearing any or not. Her shirt was well fitted, seemed to accentuate her breasts and waist. "Hey. Thanks for the invite." She smiled back and he swore her eyes danced and twinkled as well as she did. "Anytime. Trav and James are already downstairs, but I have to warn you...They can be a bit, out there." "What? You think I can't handle hangin with a few guys?" She teased him as she followed him down the stairs. Travis and James took their eyes off of the screen as Emily entered their domain, taking her in just as Brian had. "Um, nice to meet you, I'm Emily." She said with a small wave and smile, breaking the silence after a few minutes. Funny, Brian thought. Did she seem a tad bit nervous herself? The two boys nodded in unison, still glued to the sight of the beauty and their very lucky best friend. They finally went back to their game. If Emily had been nervous at all it melted away as she became comfortable. She noticed a Katy Perry poster on the wall. "Is that how you guys like women?" She said pointing at the poster. "Way to make me feel inadequate." "No you're totally hot." James blurted out, which earned him a dirty look from Brian, and a laugh from Emily. "Thank you, but stop being nice, if I was a guy I'd do her. I'd probably do her even now." She said with a wink. All three guys jaws dropped at her admission. "Oh an actual record player..." Emily exclaimed, still taking in her surroundings. "You guys mind if I play something?" "Be my guest." Travis responded half heartedly, most of his interest was on the game at this point. "Alright, I want to go against Brian next round, and I have to warn you. I play with my younger brother all the time. Don't go crying when I kick your ass!" Emily said, sure of herself after she put a Beatles record on to play. All awkwardness was truly warded away, and the four sat together playing games and listening to music for the next couple of hours. Emily had grown to genuinely like Brian's friends and they had a blast all cracking jokes at the others expense. For Brian's part, he and Emily got to know each other better, but there was no flirting really. Brian was a bit disappointed. He was hoping something would spark and that tonight would be the night. Or was she just being nice to a nerd that didn't really have any friends? Soon she threw an arm around both Travis and James in a half hug, the two still glued to the TV. "Sorry fellas but I have to go. It was a pleasure meeting you." "Pleasure was all mine." James replied, eyes never leaving the screen, Travis just nodding in agreement. She caught Brian's eye and gave him one of her smiles. "I want a rematch though! I think you got lucky." They both stood and she put her arms around him and squeezed, Brian all aware of the fact her breasts were pressed against his chest as he returned the hug. Brian could still smell the familiar scent of wild flowers when she had left. "She is one cool girl." Travis exclaimed, the rest of the guys nodding in agreement. "Do you think she likes me?" Brian asked, still puzzled by what was going on. "I dunno. At least as a friend, that much is clear. We both know you don't wanna be in the friend zone though." James said thinking it over for his friend. He knew how much Emily meant to him, and he wished he had the answers. The friends stayed up for a while later, discussing girls and games and the like. Brian fell asleep still wondering what it all meant, if anything. Why couldn't there be a simpler way to know? He didn't want to ruin it by telling Emily how much he liked her. That would surely scare her away. Brian's life seemed to improve. He and Emily's relationship, wait, no...friendship grew. He wished it was more, but he was stuck on what to do. The other guys at school stopped bullying him, and he found he actually grew to enjoy ballet, as weird as it seemed. One Wednesday after ballet class Katherine stopped him as he was about to leave. "Oh no you don't. Guess what? Neil finally moved his weights over here like I promised, and he'll be over here in a minute to give you a hand." She led him toward a back room, that was spacious enough for a weight room. He felt alien to the room, like it wasn't his style. Oh well, better get used to it. Not long after Neil showed up, and Katherine introduced the two. He was friendly, tall and very fit. He could see how a guy like him could easily pick up a woman like Katherine. "Well, I'll let you two guys get to it." She said with a wink. Neil was a nice guy, introduced himself in earnest to Brian, explained that he had an ordinary body, but with dancing and working out he managed to put on some muscle. He ran Brian over his weight plan that was easy enough for one person to do on his own, at least until he increased the weight he was lifting by quite a bit. He went over the proper lifting techniques with Brian, and soon Brian was actually enjoying lifting the weights. After all, this would make him more attractive. Soon Katherine gave him access to use the dance center weight room every other day, often lifting with Neil. Both found it better to have a partner, someone to motivate each other. With ballet, some protein shakes, and the weights, he started to gain muscle in just a few weeks. Nothing too incredible, but at least it was a start. Then one day something happened that he would never forget. He was using the weight room at the dance center one Tuesday evening. Since it wasn't a night for any dance classes he let himself in. It was just him, since Neil was busy doing whatever Neil did. Brian didn't ask much about his personal life. He was in the zone doing a set of reps when something caught his attention. It was music. Not ballet music, but some other soft music. Weird, nobody was supposed to be here. He opened the door and poked his head down the long hall, and he could see the light to the main dance room was emitting light. Curious, he made his way toward it. He poked his head through and saw Neil sitting in a chair as Katherine slowly danced around him in a short dress. It was erotic and wild, yet with a bit of innocence to it. The twenty eight year old dance teacher knew how to move—and from the tents in both Brian and Neil's pants, it was very appreciated. Brian nodded his head in approval as he watched his dance teacher moved her hips and run her hands up and down the curves of her body. She dropped low, then bent over at the hips. Her ass, barely covered by a thong, full on display for Neil and fortunately, Brian. She shook it a couple times, then stood up and spun around to face her boyfriend. She lifted one bare foot and placed it on his thigh, although her dress still covered her. The dress showed a decent amount of cleavage, and out of her usual ballet attire they stood unrestrained, covered only by the dress. The next thing she did was probably an advantage of dating a ballet dancer, as she grasped the leg on her boyfriend's lap and slowly raised it, so she stood perfectly balanced on one leg, the other in the air. Brian could only see the black thong covering her sweet mound, but he was probably sure her boyfriend could make out the detail as the thin material stretched over her pussy. She spun on her foot as she brought her other one down and sat in Neil's lap, her back facing toward him. She was grinding her ass into his erect cock as Brian started to feel his own through his sweatpants, wishing he was someone as lucky as Neil. Neil took his hands from her waist and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. He kissed her neck, first on one side. Then the other. Then he allowed the dress to fall. Brian could only see her beautiful breasts from the mirrors on the wall, although it wasn't a perfect view. Katherine stood up and allowed the dress to completely fall, only wearing her thong. She spun back around and the two lovers kissed with a passion Brian thought he had only witnessed in movies. There was love, lust and everything in between. Her breasts were fully on display, and they were quite the sight. She had a very lovely perky set on her. He couldn't tell what size they were, but he guessed probably a C-cup. Neil kissed her neck again, then took one breast into his mouth, sucking on it for some time before moving on to the other. Katherine, still grinding on his lap pulled off Neil's shirt and decided to kiss down his chest as well. Although she didn't stop there. She pulled off his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, then forced Neil back down on his seat before taking to her knees. She took Neil in her mouth, licking and sucking his length. He was at least a couple of inches longer than Brian, he thought as he wished it was his cock that was being clamped around those lips. Neil gasped out in pleasure as she cupped his balls. After a few minutes the oral pleasure stopped, and she stood up. Come on, Brian thought. It can't be over yet. Then he was rewarded when she finally discarded the thong that was covering what he really wanted to see. He wasn't close enough to gather in all the details, but he saw she was mostly shaven, except for a neat little patch. Her fingers found her clit, then pushed a finger deep inside her, before bringing a foot to his thigh again. Neil had other plans and lifted it on his shoulder. God, how these girls can stretch! His mouth kissed slowly along her leg, his lips heading directly for her pussy. She shuddered when they finally found their mark and Neil made work on her clit with his tongue. She grasped him with force trying to maintain balance. The scene was too much and Brian pulled his own cock out, jacking off in earnest, just in time for him to witness Katherine straddling Neil and taking his cock to the hilt. Her moan echoed in the empty dance hall, it was a very sweet womanly sound. They ground their hips together as his upward force met her as she sank back on his lap. He watched memorized as her breasts bounced with each stroke. He matched his own pace to theirs, imagining it was his cock buried deep inside his teacher. But then his vision changed to Emily. Yes, it was Emily he wanted to make love to. To watch her breasts bounce. To hear her womanly moans. To smell and taste her pussy, as Neil had done for his lover. To feel their bodies interlocked in a deep embrace. The moaning grew louder as the two lovers pace quickened. He drunk in every detail. The way her back arched, and the way her toes did the same, as he was sure she had a beautiful orgasm. He somehow managed to keep his grunts muted as he came in his sweatpants. He was happy he witnessed this event, but unfortunately he felt it was time to get out of there before he got caught. So he slipped out while the two lovers were still embraced. Laying in bed, Brian recalled every detail of the night. He felt a bit shameful for intruding on their privacy, but those thoughts were quickly disbanded as he once again became aroused. He stripped off his boxers and closed his eyes, stroking his cock once again to Katherine and her amazing body. Only this time, it was Brian sitting in that chair. He imagined his teacher impaling herself on him, and how it would feel to be buried in her pussy. Then his thoughts began to change and Katherine morphed into Emily, then back to Katherine. In his mind he was fucking them both, until he couldn't contain himself. He felt the pressure build up and managed to catch his cum on a sock before passing out for the night. Chapter Six: Makeovers and Sleepovers It was near November, close to Thanksgiving. Brian had continued to maintain a strict workout schedule and diet and it was definitely showing. His relationship between him and the girls from ballet class began to grow. They accepted him even more so, although he wasn't sure of the cause. Maybe because he was looking better, or maybe because Emily had befriended him. Brian and Emily had not moved on passed the friends stage as Brian was still afraid if he confessed how he felt he would scare her away. He would just have to wait for the right opportunity. Then one Saturday after ballet, his world changed once again. The girls were standing around in their normal circles, however Brian was actually talking with, or more like listening to, a group of girls that consisted of Emily, Stacy, Emma, and a few girls he didn't really know named Kim, Anne, and Ciarra. They had already changed from their ballet attire and were discussing going to the mall. That's when the hammer dropped. "So Emily...Have you and Rob done it yet?" Kim asked with a wicked grin. Rob? Who was Rob? Her boyfriend? Brian felt his heart drop out of his chest. Here was the girl of his dreams, the sole reason he took up ballet and just like that she slipped away. "No, no and no!" Emily answered back with a laugh. "You know I'm not that type of girl!" She playfully hit Kim in the arm. "But you are getting close right?" Kim responded with a big smile. "You could say that." Emily said, as I tried again to keep myself under control. Well, at least she wasn't fucking him. "Why should I care if she was having sex or not? I'm not her man nor her parent. But for some reason deep down I wanted her to be an innocent type of girl. Someone who was untouched. I wanted to be the first one to experience all the pleasure that came with being an adult with someone like her. I Guess that's part of my fantasy. It's just a part of a fetish--" "Hello, earth to Brian!" His thoughts were cut off by Emma. "You coming to the mall with us or not?" Brian had plenty of money to spend, but what he really needed to do was go home and lay in bed. He didn't want to be so close to Emily and yet so far away. Why was life so unfair? "I don't know," He began to say, shaking his head no, but then all the girls begged him. "Come on! It will be a blast! We can all give you a makeover!" Ciarra exclaimed, grabbing him by the arms. "Ya we'll turn you into a sexy stud!" Kim replied. Hm. He did however like all the recent attention he was getting. A few months ago and none of these girls even knew his name. Finally he agreed and they all piled into a van that belonged to Kim's mother. He sat in the far back in between Emma and Ciarra. Still rattled from the discovery of Emily having a boyfriend, he wasn't paying attention to much of the conversation going on around him. He had been a friend to Emily and nothing became of it. True, he didn't make a move. Nor did she, and perhaps that reason was because she had a boyfriend all along. He didn't tell her everything, so he just assumed she left out bits as well. So he did his best to push Emily out of his head and smiled at the two beautiful girls sitting on either side of him. As Kim parked the van and they all piled out, he locked arms with Emma and Ciarra and smiled. "Lets do this!" He said smiling at both of the girls. It turns out, that this was exactly what Brian needed. "First up, Brian's makeover!" Kim shouted as they walked in the mall. It was pretty packed on this Saturday night. It was a night that, despite the news about Emily, was turning into a great one. They suddenly stopped, then Brian realized why. There was a hair salon right in front of them. "No. No no no!" He said. "Yes!" The girls answered back together. Twenty minutes later Brian came out with a brand new haircut and styled by one of the girls own hairdressers. He shrugged it off shaking his head, and moved on with the women. The girls stopped at several clothing stores picking through the racks to find clothes for Brian. He was shocked and happy that he had six beautiful women picking out stuff for him. He watched Emily laugh with her friends, and constantly text on her phone. Who was she texting? "Jesus Brian!" He yelled at himself in his head. This was scaring him. He definitely didn't want to become some obsessed stalker. Brian and Ballet Pt. 03 "Emily would never purposely hurt me. She had been the nicest girl from the beginning, and I shouldn't think about her this way." He continued, arguing with himself. "Try these on." Kim said, throwing him an armful of clothes. He sat and stared at her for a minute before she kicked his leg. He absolutely hated trying on clothes, but he eventually made his way into the dressing room. "Don't forget to come out and shake your ass!" Ciarra teased, the rest of the girls yelling encouragement. "These jeans are a bit tight. I think you picked the wrong size." Brian shouted from the dressing room. Next thing he knew Kim snuck in through the door with his jeans halfway on and the rest of the girls giggling outside. He made a mental note to lock the door next time. "Really Brian relax." She said coming up behind him. She grabbed the jeans and pulled up hard although taking care not to squish his balls. He was glad he was at least wearing boxers. "See, they do fit. You got a nice ass and you gotta start showing it off." She said with a smile. "Now go see what the other girls think." "Wait. Wear this shirt." She said, stopping him as he was about to leave. He pulled his own shirt off, Kim nodding approval of his sculpted chest and stomach, and pulled on the new one. Like the jeans it was tight and it showed his definition and muscles. "Do I have to?" He complained. "Duh! Look at my shirt." She said letting him glance down. He noticed how it framed her figure, and the low cut displayed a decent amount of cleavage. "You need to show whatever you got. It's not about the muscles, but if a girl notices them then she will notice you. You are hot. Now start dressing like it." She told him, stepping out of the dressing room. "Ladies, It's Brian's new look!" She said as he came out of the dressing room. She was right, he thought. His weight lifting had paid off and why shouldn't he showcase what he had worked so hard for? The girls clapped and whistled and he finally started to play the roll, turning and posing for his classmates. The shirt showed off his toned muscles, and the tight jeans showed off his butt. Brian didn't know, but more than one girl felt something while watching their male ballet dancer. The process was repeated at a few more stores and he actually liked being the center of attention for the first time. He'd parade himself in front of the girls even went shirtless a couple times, earning him bigger cheers. Every once in a while he'd glance at Emily who seemed to be enjoying the show as well. He'd look into her beautiful eyes before painfully pulling away, being reminded that she wasn't his, and probably would never be. Man up, he thought to himself. There are plenty of fish in the sea. He wasn't sure though that those other fish could match the grace and beauty of Emily. Jump back in, he told himself. He was out with five other girls besides Emily. He didn't know if any of them were taken, but the odds were in his favor. After Brian purchased a decent amount of clothes his makeover was officially over, then he had the most brilliant idea of all. This would raise his spirits a bit. Now it was his turn. He suddenly stopped just as the girls had. The girls caught on to what he was doing. All of them responded "No!" Just like he had. Smiling, Brian shook his head and told them "Yes!" They were standing outside of Victoria Secret and not one of the girls had moved. He was only halfway joking knowing that most girls were the shy type, except for Kim. If he had to bet money she was the most experienced of the group. He hoped Kim would set the tone and ease the girls into the store. If they got to have fun, so did he. That's exactly what happened though. Kim looked at the other five girls and shrugged her shoulders, heading into the lingerie store. The rest of the group followed and Brian looked up toward the sky and mouthed "Thank you Lord!" Like he deducted it was Kim who indeed set the bar as she bravely grabbed a teddy off of a rack and checked the size. She smiled back at the rest of the group and headed for the dressing room. Several minutes later a bare leg popped out, followed by the rest of her. Unfortunately it wasn't a see through piece, however when she did a few ballet moves she showed off her thong covered ass, and her breasts almost fell out of the skimpy top. When Brian's jaw dropped she actually turned red before returning to get dressed. The girls cheered for her, and Brian nodded in approval. He noticed a few girls felt uncomfortable, particularly Emma and Stacy. He thought they probably had never shown off their bodies in such intimate wear before. He got between them and locked arms with them, as to say it's okay, you don't have to go anywhere or do anything. They both smiled at him, and squeezed his arms as a silent understanding. Kim came out fully clothed and put her cell phone away. "Brian is coming to my sleepover tonight!" She said with a grin. His jaw dropped again. A sleepover? With these girls? He could pull it off. His mom was working through the night. He was still crushed though, even standing in a lingerie store with six attractive women, it was hard being only a foot away from the one girl he loved. "I guess I'll go next, I do need a new bra." It was Anne, a taller brunette with short hair. Her comment snapped him out of his thoughts. The group browsed the bra racks and soon the girls were discussing bra sizes. "I'm looking for a 34C." Anne said. Wow, Brian thought. He checked Anne out and noticed that she did seem to have a nice handful. "That's my size." Kim said smiling. Again Emma and Stacy were shy and kind of turning red, but Emily smiled at them. "Well I'm proud to be a B cup!" Emily nodded confidently. The rest of the girls relaxed and smiled at her. Brian wondered why they were insecure, they were some of the most beautiful girls in the school. He looked at Emily again, "Those ballet outfits you girls wear must keep your boobs in check." Brian said aloud, to no one in particular. Then he noticed what that would mean, and wished he would have kept his mouth shut. "So you do check us out, huh?" Anne said, combing through the racks. Several girls agreed and gave Brian a playful look. "Yes they are rather tight across the chest so we don't flop around." Kim said, smiling at Brian. Brian handed a black laced bra to Anne. "Here, try this one." Anne took it and nodded in approval. "Good eye." Anne took a few bras into the dressing room and came out shirtless, showing one of them off. It was a nice shade of red that showed off the curves of her breasts. "That's my favorite style, it's the ones I usually get." Stacy said, nodding to Anne. Anne came out a couple times each with a different bra on. She knew she was doing this for Brian, and had no problem with the attention. Brian felt his cock twitch some more. She returned once again then called out for Brian. The other girls giggled and pushed him toward the door. "Can you help me with this one?" She said as he stepped in. Her back was towards him and as she slipped her arms through the black laced bra Brian caught a glimpse of a breast from the side. Nervously he stepped in close and examined the bra. It didn't take him long to figure out how the clasp worked, and he hooked it together. "It's a nice fit." Anne said, then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She told him thanks and shooed him out of the room. The girls could see his discomfort of being in the dressing room and they giggled at him. Unfortunately they left, but not before most of the girls bought some items from the lingerie store. He didn't get to see what, only caught glimpses though. I guess he owed them that much privacy. They returned to the van then pulled into Family Video to rent some movies for the night. They spent some time walking around discussing different movies. This was a topic Brian definitely knew, as he was a film buff. They picked out a few different horror movies, and a few chick flicks as well. Brian was used to watching chick flicks with his mom so it wasn't that big of a deal. After grabbing plenty of popcorn, they left for Kim's house. A night. With the girls, and more importantly, Emily. He felt the urge to abandon all manly ideals and cry in a fetal position. He was hurting, though he put on a fake smile as he sat in the backseat of the van. "We'll order pizza in a while." Kim said as they pulled up, talking over everyone else singing Bohemian Rhapsody. Even shy Brian was getting into it. They were still stinging the verses when they walked through the front door, carrying their movies and clothes, that's when Brian almost died. "You Mister!" A woman, who he assumed to be Kim's mother shouted at him. Brian stopped dead in his tracks. Of course, how was he to explain how he was going to be sleeping probably in the same room as not only her daughter, but five other girls as well? "I just want you to know I won't tell anyone." She went on, a smile broke out over her face. Brian was speechless. Won't tell anyone she was letting him stay the night with six beautiful women? Won't tell anyone how she murdered him because he had? "I told her your secret! I'm sorry Brian." Kim suddenly shouted at me, then ran to give me a hug. "I told her you were gay..." She whispered in my ear. "What?" He literally choked out. Then it all came together. What would her mom have to worry about if he were completely gay? "Uh yes. Thanks ma'am. I haven't completely came out of the closet yet. Only to the girls in my ballet class." Brian said embarrassed at the thought of him actually being gay. Kim's mother assured him the secret would be safe with him, and all of them made for Kim's room. The girls busted up in laughter. Crazy day, Brian thought to himself. Kim's room was decent size, pictures lined a big mirror that was on top of her dresser. She had a big TV, and a big bed that looked really comfortable. Her wall was lined with posters of various musicians and stars, and he turned a little red when he noticed various panties and bras piled in a corner. "They are all clean, you pervert." Kim said, picking up the laundry and putting it in a basket. The girls each had a backpack, obviously ready for the sleepover tonight. They took turns going to the bathroom to get into pajamas. "Here Brian." Kim said to him, giving him a piece of paper. "My address, call for pizza ya? What does everybody want on their pizza!?" Kim shouted over the noise. They came to a collective decision of one sausage and one pepperoni. Brian left the room to place the order. "It will be forty minutes." He said as he opened the door and walked in, then caught the sight of Kim standing only in her thong. He blushed as his eyes lingered on her breasts for just a moment too long, but it seemed that Kim didn't mind and she continued to talk to Emily. Finally she pulled the teddy over her her head, and made sure her perfect breasts were covered. Emily was shocked at her friends apparent openness, that she would display herself to Brian like that. Of course, Kim was the most experienced girl out of the group, and never had any problem displaying her body, especially if it meant to embarrass a boy or make him hard. Emily looked over at Brian, still a bit red in the face. "Sorry Kim, I should have knocked." He said eyes still on the floor. "No worries. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist." She smiled at him, and glanced down at the tent in his jeans. "I see you enjoyed it yourself." He blushed again, then sat down to hide his erection before Emily saw him. He wondered how he would stack up against this Rob guy. Most of the girls came in and were in booty shorts and tank tops, and thankfully had opted to go braless. This managed to take his mind off of things for a while. "Wear these." Kim said, throwing him some pink pajama pants that were too big for her, but would probably fit him. They were decorated with hearts as well. "No thanks, I think my jeans will be fine." He started to say, but a chorus of "Do it!" from the girls drowned him out. "Do I have to?" He said, but heard a knock on the door. Kim's mother said she was going to sleep upstairs, and to behave ourselves. Everybody told her goodnight, and Brian thought he was off the hook. "If you do, me and Anne will flash you!" Kim shouted, grinning at Anne. Anne's face turned completely red as she hid it in a pillow, and started laughing hysterically. The rest of the girls were shocked and amused completely giggling like well, girls. He felt the heat rush to his face as he looked back and forth between Kim and Anne. "No not Brian!" Anne said smacking Kim with a pillow. Disappointment flashed on Brian's face. That wouldn't be a bad treat. Kim nodded in agreement, then grinned even bigger. "Okay then, we'll flash the pizza boy!" Kim said making everyone, including Brian laugh. That would be one hell of a tip, he thought. "Alright then. " He said, grabbing the pants and heading to the bathroom. He quickly changed into the pajama pants, and despite their girlish design, were quite comfortable. He was going to model the pants like he had in the mall, but the doorbell rang and everyone shot downstairs, including him. Kim, still dressed in her teddy, probably didn't even need to flash the pizza boy. Her breasts her barely covered as they were. He looked up and down at Anne. Her cute ass was hidden under the shortest of shorts, and her perky tits were straining to get free of the small top. Turning towards Brian, Anne smiled. "If you happened to catch a peek, I wouldn't mind." She said with a wink. So, he stood at an angle so he could view both women. After the boy exchanged the pizza and the money, Brian saw most of Kim's breasts for the second time that night, and the very nice pair that belonged to Anne. Everybody busted up in laughter as the pizza boy dropped all his belongings and talking nonsense. When he discovered he had an audience, he quickly gathered his stuff and ran back to his car. What a lucky guy, probably thinks he has the best job in the world, Brian considered. He wished all the girls would be on such display for him. But would he really want to see Emily in that way? Would that make her trashy? His train of thought was interrupted as he bumped into Emma. Then Emma, glancing up at the taller guy gave him a smile and playfully bumped back into him. He grinned back at her and they continued their playing until they reached Kim's room. Emily, Kim, Anne, and Ciarra piled on the big bed. Stacy hit the lights as they started the first Saw movie, then took her a seat on the various blankets and pillows on the floor. Brian sat in between Emma and Stacy. They ate mostly in silence, the girls screaming at various points as the movie played out. Stacy had buried her face in Brian's shoulder, while he and Emma both laughed at the supposedly "scary" scenes. More than once their hands met as they reached for popcorn, followed by a glimpse of eye contact. She's not really flirting with me, is she? The movie was over and after a bathroom break they turned the lights back on to start talking again. Girls, Brian thought. Most girls contributed to the gossip, Brian just sat there, half paying attention, but mostly just checking out all the girls. He was still sitting next to Emma and Stacy, but Ciarra had been kicked off the bed as the others stretched out to lay down. He felt nervous being next to the two girls. It wasn't like when he sat next to them in the van. Here they were, very close to him wearing very arousing clothes, and Brian was very aroused. At least he had became more comfortable in the presence of females. "How's Travis and James doing?" Emily asked, glancing at Brian. The words had been heard, but he realized that she was talking to him. He felt a sharp stab in his chest, and fuck whoever says love doesn't hurt. Somehow he bottled up his feelings and once again put on his mask. "They're good, prolly playing xbox or watchin some movies as we speak." He responded back. Travis and James had both become good friends with Emily, just as Brian had. "Friends of yours?" Kim asked, forming a plan in her mind. "Yep, good guys. Geeks like me." He smiled. Kim got all the girls gathered up, making sure Brian couldn't hear, and with all the giggling going on, it was impossible. "Okay then. Brian turn around." Kim directed him, and he complied, staring into the wall. He heard a lot, and was starting to become impatient. Then he felt someone tap his arm, and when he turned around he couldn't believe his eyes. Kim was still dressed in the teddy, but that was the only difference. Emily had pinned her hair up and was wearing a lacy bra and matching lacy boy shorts that she either borrowed or bought. Anne was wearing her black laced bra and a matching thong. Ciarra, my gosh, he thought. She was topless, wearing a thong, however she covered her breasts with a white sheet. The blonde beauty was obviously comfortable in her skin. Stacy, one of the shy girls, was wearing a matching red bra and panties set. It went along with her light red hair. Brian looked up and down Emma's body, nodding in approval of another teddy. This one was a little more lacy, and a bit smaller than Kim's because Emma was a smaller girl. When his eyes reached her face, he beamed a smile at her, making her blush. "Emily says Brian's friends are really cool and are not at all jerks, right Brian?" Kim asked him, waiting to confirm it true. He looked at all the girls, nodding that it was. "Yeah, they are my best friends and are really good guys." "Then," Kim continued. "Let's give some really nice guys a really nice gift." She finished with a smile. Brian took off the pink pajamas and stood in his boxers, very aware of the major erection he had. He tried covering it up and that drew even more attention to him. The girls noticed it even more and started teasing him. "Did I cause this?" Kim said with a smile. "Do you like my tits?" She added, pretending to flash him. Kim set up her Iphone camera for a time delay. After they all had posed, Brian being the center of the picture, Kim propped the phone on the dresser for the perfect shot. And how perfect it was, Brian thought. Brian was upright, on his knees in the center of the bed, and positioned so that his body was turned sideways from the camera. Directly behind him, was Ciarra. She tried to hold the sheet to cover herself, but that took up a lot of room so she just decided to wrap an arm around the his neck and hold her breasts into his back so that she would be covered. Brian could swear he felt her hard nipples along with her warm flesh pressed into his back. He thought he would shoot his load then and there. Directly behind Ciarra was Anne, wrapping her arms around Ciarra's stomach as well. Directly in front of Brian was Emma. Emma was posed so that she pulled the teddy up, exposing her thong covered ass, as if she was about to strip the teddy off. She was blushing but somehow worked up the courage to do this. Emily was directly behind Emma, with one arm around Emma's waist, hand on her exposed stomach, fingers pointing towards her pussy. Stacy was being Emily, with Emily's head turned as if the two were about to kiss. Kim adjusted her Iphone again and got into place. She was in front of Brian too, although she was mostly on all fours. Though one hand was on the waistband of his boxers, and Brian shivered as he actually felt her tongue lick his lower abdomen. Somehow the good Lord had granted him the power to stop him from cumming. He would have probably died from embarrassment. The Iphone beeped and and the picture took, everybody except for Ciarra ran to see the picture. She stayed on the bed and turned her back from the group, more specifically Brian, to pull on her shirt. Once her breasts were covered she joined the rest. She didn't care if she saw him in her thong. Brian and Ballet Pt. 03 "Those guys are going to go nuts!" Emily said smiling. She wished she could see their reaction. Everyone agreed. It was a very hot picture, and Brian remembered he was only in his boxers with a very raging hard on. The girls joked that Kim could have lost an eye, and she would have to continue life with an eye patch. But It wasn't as bad as Brian thought, and he took the teasing in stride. Stacy kept in the teddy, most girls wore a shirt so they could remove their bra, but Brian was glad to see that most only kept their panties on. They sent the picture to Travis's number, and soon enough both Travis and James had texted him several text messages. He showed the girls his phone. DUDE. Did you die and go to heaven!?-James Those are the most beautiful women I've ever seen! Lucky punk!-Travis Even the shy girls were amazed how much James and Travis commented on their bodies. The girls were happy to see that they weren't being pigs about it either, but were really genuinely sincere about the how beautiful they looked. The fun was over, and the lights once more were turned out. They put in a chick flick Brian didn't catch the name of, and he laid down to watch it, still in between Emma and Stacy. After a while the only ones awake were Brian, Stacy, Emma and Ciarra. The rest had fallen asleep on the bed, although Ciarra was nodding off. Emma Snuggled close to Brian. He felt that he should put his arm around her so he started to, but then stopped. What if he was going to far? What if she screamed or slapped him, and the rest of the girls thought he was only a jerk? Is she just being nice? When he was wondering if he was reading Emma right, her hand met his and she pulled it around her. Stacy was laying on her stomach, watching the movie trying not to sleep, as the other two were behind her. Ciarra was completely on the other side of the bed. Emma rested her head against his chest as Brian's hand rested her side and stomach. Brian felt in heaven, being the closest to a female, except for the previous picture pose. This was the first private moment of intimacy he had ever experienced. Funny, how he was wishing it would be with Emily. He glanced down at Stacy to make sure she was still glued on the movie. Her head had fallen on the pillow and he was sure she was out like a light. Stacy's ass was covered by her red panties, however it was still a sight for Brian to look at. His heart was racing and he was sure she could feel it. He was very aware of his hand, just resting on her stomach, feeling half skin and half shirt. She seemed to be sleeping now, and Brian was drifting off as well. It was late and had been a pretty busy night for everyone. He lifted his hand back up and unintentionally slid it above her shirt. She grabbed his hand, and pulled it back out from under her shirt. She looked up at him and grinned giving her head a little "no" shake. Okay, so she doesn't want something like that, although He honestly didn't mean to venture that far. He said he was sorry, but Emma shrugged it off. She knew Brian as a good guy, and it was probably an honest mistake. She whispered "It's okay." before giving him a peck on the cheek. Then the mysterious Rob popped back into his head. The guy that got to hold Emily, to kiss her. Then he felt betrayed, again for no actual reason. It just wasn't meant to be then, he guessed, giving his full attention back to the beautiful girl that did want him. Emma laid down on the floor, and pulled Brian along with her. Although Brian was eager to join anyway. She pulled him close as she was on her side, so Brian spooned up behind her. He was careful not to press his still hard dick against her beautiful ass. He wrapped an arm around her again and quickly removed it when he unintentionally felt her breast. She giggled and slapped him, but grabbed his hand and rested it on her flat stomach. "I just like to cuddle." She whispered. He fell asleep and slept good. A few hours later he woke to Emma rolling away from him. He understood though, rumors would start if any of the girls saw them laying so close. All in all, it had been the best worst day of his life. He returned home and greeted his mother. His mother, unknowing about where he son was, and why he was in such a strange mood. She assumed he just had a great time with his two best friends. Boy was she wrong. Chapter Seven: Love Hurts The following week he told the story to his friends about a dozen times. About how much skin he got to see, about the cuddling with Emma, and how he felt when he heard the news about Emily being taken. It started to eat him alive. As much as he wanted to forget, he wouldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't keep those deep blue eyes, the curves of her body, the sound of her laugh out of his head. The sweet smell of her perfume, the flower he had yet to identify. To him it was Emily. She was that flower that grew out in the wild somewhere, untouched and out of reach. It was haunting him every minute. And when she smiled at him, he smiled back, breaking into bits each time. It wasn't her fault, he assured himself. Maybe it was better this way? Maybe the pain would be worse if she actually rejected him. He thought about it and decided he didn't want to find out. Both school and ballet class finally was out due to Thanksgiving, which was a blessing and a curse. He didn't have to see Emily, but that didn't stop him from thinking of her. But there were times when he thought about being close to Emma. He definitely liked snuggling up next to her. That put a smile on his face. Emma just liked to cuddle. She wasn't looking for anything romantic as far as he knew. So he spent his days sitting around the house, listening to dreadful romance songs that only put him in a worse mood. His friends knew what he was feeling. They both have had girls they liked before. Though none of them had become friends with their crushes. They tried to cheer him up the best they could. Then James snuck him some alcohol, and said with such conviction that it was the only cure for a heartache. It couldn't hurt could it? For a day or two he kept it hidden away, taking glances at it every once in a while. He was curious, because Brian had only had a sip of wine or two on special occasions. He had never been drunk. Nor had he ever experienced this sort of heartache before. Besides, he wasn't a bad kid. Lots of kids experimented with alcohol. Or worse even. Then the Saturday following Thanksgiving his mother had to work. He sat on his bed, looking at his ballet attire then the booze. Back and forth several times. He got dressed and left with the bottle of rum. It was late, and he unlocked the ballet studio. It was dark with strange shadows cast against walls. He stood where she had stood, he felt her presence. He swore he could see her in the reflections of the mirrors. He drank. It burned but it started to numb the senses. He understood now why so many people could turn to alcohol. He started the CD player and Waltz of the Sugarplum Faeries filled the air. He drank and spun around, laughing and crying at the same time, seconds from mass hysteria. Spinning, there she was again. Those deep blue eyes. There was no smile this time. Only confusion, and a little fear. Her eyes peered at the half empty bottle in his hand. Then she spoke. "Brian? What are you doing?" Emily said, barely heard over the music. To be continued...