"Well I already promised Jenny the first dance," you say suavely. Vicki glances at Jenny with a disgusted look on her face. Her gaze turns back to you, with a wicked smile.
"You're saving the best for last aren't you," she arrogantly jokes. "I look forward to dancing with you later this evening," her voice trails off as she searches for a dance partner. You look over at Jenny. She cutely rolls her eyes. You notice that she does that a lot, and you think it's adorable.
"I'm glad you picked me," Jenny gladly mentions, as you made her feel really special. "Well you are my girlfriend after all," you joke, reminiscing about the incident with her mother in the car. Her face turns beet-red like, just like it did in the car. You chuckle to yourself. You've really grown to like Jenny's timid behavior. You think that she's really funny and cute. You and Jenny both open your mouths, ready to speak, but are interrupted by the music.
Jenny looks at you with a big smile. You walk right in front of her, gazing into her soft brown eyes. Your eyes meet, as if they were old friends. The slow song plays, soothing your ears and your heart. You move your arms around her very feminine waist, and hers move around your shoulders. The two of you move about slowly to the gentle rhythm of the music. Her head moves downwards, resting upon your shoulder with the utmost comfort. Her fragile hands press against the masculinity of your back. You feel her warm breath tickle your neck. Right now the moment is perfect for you. It couldn't be better. The two of you dance away, in romantic fashion until the song hits its last note.
She giggles as the two of you unlock your embraced arms. "That was really fun," she smiles, her face glowing with pure happiness. "The best," you reply, with your heart melting right there and then. You feel at peace when you're with her, she draws you like no other girl has before. Your hand reaches up to her head, stroking her sweet-smelling hair, as you decide to move in for a passionate kiss. Her heads moves closer to yours, yours to hers. Your lips open slightly, preparing for the romantic embrace, of two who are falling in love.
"It's my turn now," interrupts Vicki, as she grabs your hand, pulling you like a mother dragging her kid from the toy department. You look at Jenny with pleading eyes, and she just smiles, waving you goodbye. You see her mimic with her lips, 'good luck'. You chuckle inside, as the troublesome Vicki takes you for her dance. |