Two weeks after I finally asked Kelly to homecoming, we had the dance. During the time between the two, I started hanging with Kelly more and more. We’d walk to school and back home together, she’d sit at my table at lunch, we’d sit on her front porch swing and talk for hours about ourselves. She was finally getting me out of my shell, but I’d still get goosebumps when she would hold my hand, or kiss my cheek. At the end of each segment of time I spent with her, she’d say, bursa escort “Bye JJ, I can’t wait for the dance.” That always left me quiet and she would tell me I looked cute when I was nervous. That, of course, just made me more nervous. We won the homecoming game, though not by much as our defense struggled and I didn’t play as well as I should have. Kelly didn’t care, she just kissed me after I left the locker room and told me she’d see me the next day. The day bursa escort bayan of the dance dawned clear and cool, and as I went for my morning run I heard a whistle come from Kelly’s house. Kelly told me later that she hadn’t wanted to get up yet, but when she saw me run past shirtless that was all the motivation she needed. When I got home I showered and, after my shower, saw there were two messages on my phone, one from Joey and one from my friend escort bursa Alex, a wide-receiver. They both warned me that Tony had been talking smack about me and making sex jokes about Kelly and that I should watch out for him. I figured it couldn’t be that bad and forgot about them. Later, at the dance, Kelly and I were grinding, not something I was very comfortable doing, and we were really enjoying ourselves. Kelly was constantly getting me to try different dances, and I have to say even though I didn’t like how public it was, I enjoyed having my rock-hard cock pressed and rubbing against her perfect ass. We were still dancing when we went past Tony and heard him say, “Can’t wait for Wilson to fuck it up with Kelly.