Valentine’s Day Dance
It’s Saturday night, your first Valentine’s Day Dance at School. You’re kind of nervous. Secretly, you’re happy that I’m one of the chaperones for the dance.
You asked one of the cheerleaders to the dance. Recently, she broke up with her boyfriend and now you hope that you’ll be her next boyfriend. I don’t think she’s a nice girl, but you’ve already asked her to the dance.
Within the first hour of the dance, you get your heart broken. Your little date makes up with her ex-boyfriend and leaves you all alone at the dance. You try to look brave and act that it doesn’t bother you, but I know you so well. I know you’re sad and bitterly disappointed.
I ask you to dance with me. I have the DJ put on an old 80’s rock love ballad. The dance floor clears, so it’s just you and your Mommy dancing not cheek to cheek, but head to breast. Every boy in school has a boner for me in my red dress. We show all your classmates our dirty dancing. Your hips sway and brush up against mine. Every girl wants you and every boy is whispering “MILF” while we dance. You have that look in your eye and I feel something hard against my leg.
It’s time to go home for our own fun. As I grab our coats, your little date approaches you. After seeing your sexy dance moves, she now wants you to dance with her and be your girlfriend. You grab my arm, and let her know that you only are going home me.
Her mouth drops as she watches us walk out of the dance and sees you grab my butt.