Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 08:32:40 -0700 From: Mark Stout Subject: Betty, Bill and Richard Chapter 27 Betty, Bill and Richard 27 (A Dance) Teen bisex M-M-F July, 2020 My name is Richard. Betty and Bill are my friends. The summer of our fifteenth year we had done most of what we knew that three people could do with each other two weeks after school was out. The week before Pride we were just trying to rotate between handjobs, oral sex, anal and vaginal while making sure that each of us got off once a day. Other than face painting and listening to stories, Betty had left pride with a dildo harness and an old book of gay sex positions. The Monday after Pride, Betty had used her harness and her dildo to properly fuck Bill and myself. On Tuesday we'd gone over the book of positions, good, bad, useless and boring and just plain gross. Wednesday, Bill and I had put on old jeans and used the friction of rubbing our dicks against each other though the denim to get off. It had been a curiosity at first but ended up being really intense. Wendesday afternoon, Thursday and Friday while our parents were at work were the same routine of getting each other off while rotating through the kinds of sex we were practiced at, trying not to end up bored. Friday after supper at our homes we changed and met at Betty's to walk to the Advocacy Center. Some people we knew by name from a "poster day" a month prior, a few we recognized from Pride and we saw people we knew from school, even a couple that was straight, as far as we knew. Bill was bold or foolish enough to say to the boy, "Didn't expect to see you here!" The boy kept his smile, nodded at his girl and said, "She loves to dance, and where else can I take her?" Betty seemed to know what she was doing, yet again. "Just follow the music and don't think about it", she told us, and then dragged us onto the half-empty dance floor by our hands. We slowly started moving, watching her and other people, and being self-concious as hell. The rhythm did help us. I knew about half the songs, and some were less than six months old, some were from the eighties and a couple were so old that I didn't know where they came from. After two songs, Betty said, "Stay here!" to us, and ran off. She came back with a boy that was a head shorter than me who was blushing, and a bored-looking girl with face piercings. She wasn't the one that had painted my face at Pride, but I guessed that they knew each other. The boy looked at me expectantly; the third song had started. I told him to follow the music and don't think about it, a trick I learned from a great master. He nodded and we started dancing together. I thought he was emberrassed enough for both of us, and that helped me relax. I glanced at Bill and his partner. He was dancing as he had before and looking around. The pierced girl was looking like her mother had told her to dance and she was only doing it to keep from getting lectured. Betty disappeared again, but re-appeared with what looked like a gay college basketball player. My gut reaction was jealousy, but my brain told me that I wasn't taking this young boy home and Betty wasn't taking a basketball player home, either. At the end of the third song, a slow dance started. I thought they were out of fashion, but here we were. The boy looked up at me, put one hand around my lower back and raised his other hand. I met his raised hand, put my other hand on his shoulder, and we started kind of waltzing. The boy turned his head and layed his ear against my belly. I felt like I was holding a napping kitten. Bill and the pierced girl had disappeared. Betty and the basketball player were slow dancing, and for some reason he looked like he was going to cry. When the song ended, I looked down at the boy. He motioned "come here" with his hand, and I leaned my head down, expecting him to say something. Instead, he kissed me on the cheek, then ran away like I was going to beat him up. I wondered what his home life was like. I got a soda, found Bill at a tiny table and joined him. Betty released her crying basketball player and joined us, and we all sat out a couple songs. We tried to talk, but it was too noisy. Finally the three us danced as a trio to two cheerful classic anthems and started the walk home. Each of us talked about our other dance partners. Betty had gotten the basketball player's name, but I have forgotten it. Bill and I were both uncomfortable not knowing how to dance. We got to Betty's house and she suggested that all of us ask our parents for dance lessons over the weekend. We all three kissed, and that was it for the night.