I stepped out of her dressing room and went back to my own. We both opened our doors at the same time, fully clothed, dress in hand. She gave me a timid smile, obviously still embarrassed. I haven’t the slightest clue as to what she should feel ashamed of. Her body was flawless. We walked in silence to pay for our dresses. When we got back in my car I decided I should get some information on this dance. She seemed to be a pro at it and I had never been to anything like it. It was never my thing.

Ashley: “So, what are dances like?”
Spencer: “Oh, yeah. That’s right. You are a virgin.”
Ashley: “Not even!”

We both laughed and she continued to tell me all about the dance. It seemed more and more lame the more she spoke of it, but I couldn’t help it. I was getting a little excited. Not for the dance itself, but for Spencer. I was excited to spend time with her. Especially when she was going to be looking that phenomenal. I knew it wasn’t a real date, but for now it would have to do.

Ashley: “So, do you have a date for the dance?”
Spencer: “No, I hardly know anyone here anyways.”
Ashley: “Well, looks like you’re stuck with me. It’s ok though. I hear I’m a lovely first date.”

I looked over at her and I smiled and she couldn’t help but laugh at me.

Spencer: “You are so full of yourself. You are lucky you are cute.”

I blushed. Maybe she isn’t so homophobic.

Spencer: “GASP! Did I make you blush Miss Davies?”
Ashley: “Me? Oh, never. I was just uuuh…"

I had to turn this around on her somehow

Ashley: " I was just remembering when your dress fell off.”

Her face turned pink.

Ashley: “GASP! Did I make you blush Miss Carlin?”
Spencer: “Me? Oh, never. I was just uuuh… Imagining what it would have been like if your dress had fallen off as well.”

Ok, now I was really blushing. I was so flustered I had to pull the car over. If she kept catching me off guard like this our trip to our homes wouldn’t be safe. I sat there taking deep breaths trying to clear my head of the possibilities of us BOTH being naked. That’s when I noticed she was staring at me.

Spencer: “Did I say something wrong?”

She really looked worried for me. I kind of liked that.

Ashley: “Quite the opposite actually."

We sat in silence and looked into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity. I remembered how she acted towards me the other day when she found out I was gay and it stopped me from acting on my feelings. I wanted her so badly though.

Was it just me or was she slowly inching her way closer and closer to me? Maybe I want her so badly that my mind was playing tricks on me. She was now only inches away from my face. If my mind was playing tricks on me then I didn’t care. I leaned in the remaining few inches and our lips were so close that the slightest movement would send us into a lip lock. Spencer didn’t seem to mind being this close to me and I could feel her warm breath on my lips.