Life Is A Dance Floor

Life is my dance floor and the foxtrot is my school life. Hard and complicated don't even begin to describe what a normal teenager goes through every day. And girls have it worse. They have to worry about their bodies and what boys think about them. If you're a girl I say you should get a money back refund because it SUCKS!

At 13 years of age and already 5'7 you could say I stick out among the other kids on the seventh grade. Usually 13 year olds aren't towering over every head in the hallway but my limber dancers body is tall enough that I could see for mile in those halls.

If I could have one wish it would to be normal but sadly it wasn't meant to be as I'm stuck forever towering over other people while they glance up at me before walking away. No one wants to look up to a girl and that's what everyone mt own age do.

That is until I met Rowan. She was my queen and I would happily lay my life on the line to make her happy. She was the bad ass skater girl and I honestly think she enjoyed having someone to look up to. Well she actually looks up at a lot of people. She was actually short in a grade where the average hight is 5'5. She was only 5'3 upon our most recent measurement and in my opinion she was shrinking. Even if she wore heels she couldn't even get close to my height and though she was mad she didn't mind when I was giving her piggyback rides.

Rowan had long brown hair and when it caught the light it got a red tint. Her eyes shifted from blue, to grey, to green depending on her mood. While I had a measly A cup she was huge at a D cup. I bet they would fit perfectly into my hands but she didn't know I liked her.

"Vanny!" She called out excitedly as she ran up behind me and leaps onto my back.

I laughed at her playfulness and almost moaned when her beautiful breasts caressed my back. She shifted so her boobs werent so squished and I almost whimpered as I could no longer feel the soft mounds pressed against my back. I wish I could wrap my mouth around one of her perky peaks but until I got a chance I would have to settle with her desperately clinging my my arm. Her warm body curled into mine and her berry smell was good enough for now.

"Hey Ro!" I say with a grin as I tote her across the school parking lot to where her mom was waiting. Ever since I can remember her mom has been driving me to school since my mom had to go to work early.

"Vanny, guess what?" He ask using my old pet name.

"What?" I ask a bit amused.

"Chicken butt!" She squeals before breaking into uncontrollable giggles.

I snort and poke her in the ribs.

As soon as my finger touches her soft side she lets out a high pitched squeal and squirms out of my grasp.

"Does someone need a visit from the tickle monster?" I tease.

She gives an almost frantic shake of her head and dashes in the opposite direction from me. I laugh evilly and take chase.

My long legs soon make up the distance between us and when I catch her I swing her around to face me.

"Got ya, ya little monkey." I murmur into her ear using it as an excuse to take in her intoxicating scent.

She giggles nervously. Before I can process what she's doing she kisses my cheek then squirms out of my grasp. I mock gasp and then I blush as I remember her warm, soft, slightly wet lips as they gently touched my cheek. Was this love or is it lust? Who knows? Not me, even some 40 year olds still don't know.

I watch amused as she skips off in her loose black Metallica t-shirt and her ripped up skinny jeans that were perfect, of not a bit too long, on her. They were tight and made her already perfect butt look even better. The only colour in her outfit was her neon purple chuck taylors.

As a watched for a bit more I felt my vagina get wet as the thought of her perfect little legs wrapped around my waist as she grinds into me and her boobs rub against mine. I get even wetter as I think about those g-strings she's always wearing and the thought of taking a pair of them off her with my teeth. The smell her vagina might have is a mystery to me but I want so bad to know.

I know Rowan is a virgin and I know she's never even touched herself. If you get past all the things she's learned in books and all the dirty jokes she makes you realise just how innocent she really is. I want to be my best friends fits time and watch her explode as I bring her to an earth-shattering climax. I want to be the first one to lap up her juices as she cums and I want to be the one to make her squirt.

I, Vann Watts, want to have sex with my best friend Rowan.

There. I admit it. I get wet at the thought of her vagina muscles tightening around my fingers as I thrust them into her. I want to feel her long nails scrape my back as she screams my name and I want her long, talented violinist fingers in my vagina. I want her.

I walk to the car she's standing by, her moms, and open the door for her. My panties are soaked from my fantasies and when I sit down beside her I discretely cross my legs and watch as she turns on her phone and taps on the lighted screen. She's texting one of her guy friends. She once told me she liked him but then he came out of the closet. I secretly think she still likes him.

Rowan once told me she would try a girl if one came along that she liked but she was still attracted to boys. She asked if that made her bi and I told her to tell me when the girl came along.

I glance over her shoulder and see her quickly typing a reply to 'talk to me on FB'

This guy is so needy. What makes her like a guy that won't even text her. Facebook is so impersonal. I bet he's an ass and he is dumb too. Ok maybe I'm a bit jealous of that dumb asshole. Who wouldn't be though? She's perfect and funny and she makes me wet without even trying.

"Vanny can you stay the night tonight?" Rowan asks, slipping her smartphone into her book bag and turning her currently smokey grey eyes to look at me.

I smile a bit and imagine a night spent curled up next to the little space heater. While I was always cold, she said I was warm as she curled up next to me. I don't know if it was arousal or her body heat that did it but she always warmed me up. And she slept in a thin tank top and a thong. It was perfect.

I imagine the way she curls into my side and the ways she hugs me like I'm her pillow. When I woke up I would always find her head pillowed on my chest as her hair in frumpy curls shooting in every direction.

"Heck yeah!" I say happily at the though of all that.

A delighted smile lights up her face and she leans on my shoulder.

"I love you Vanny." She says as she sighs contently.

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Rainbow girl