The Fear of Messing Up

Walking in the house with about a room full of college kids my age, I noticed that there was no empty spots to stand except on the other side of the room. My best friend, Destined, and I held on to each other as we pressed our way through the sweaty dancers moving rapidly. Saying hey to the crowd as we walked through we were approached about twenty times. My best friend and I were two good looking people and we noticed that most eyes were on the both of us. I was wearing khaki shorts with with a black fitted tee-shirt. I had some black Air Force I shoes on with gold trimming on them. I was wearing a black fitted with a gold scarf wrapped around my head. Black and gold was the color scheme for the night for the both of us because she was wearing gold high heels with black leggings. Her short dress had a mixture of black and gold as her patterns. Her hair was curled and her ears were dangling with gold earrings that jingled as she walked. We were looking nice for the night. Not trying to steal the night away, like that wasn't our plan in the first place, we continued to walk to that empty space on the opposite end. Finally out of the crowd and in a area where we can actually breathe we were hot from the heat built up from the dance floor. The party was hype and so many people looked attractive. Guys and girls approached us from the empty space we were standing and danced with attempted us. We were fine with the company because no one frightful had approached yet. In the distance I noticed the one girl who caught my attention the most out of all the girls within the room. She was wearing a black skirt that stopped inches above arm length. Her top was colored in teal and yellow patterns and the neck area swooped down to show a little bit of her nice bulged breasts. She was thin but had enough meat on her and around the right areas of her body that a guy would ask for. She was light skinned with black silky hair that was straight and stretched down to her shoulders. I decided that I was going to move in. I was going to go and dance with her without hesitation. Besides she was standing without a dance partner and the song required everyone to be paired up. Moving closer for the dance of the night I looked back at Destined. The guy dancing with her had his hands moving around to her waist. She looked as if she was enjoying every moment with this guy. He was tall and dark skinned, with a fitted on his head. His hair was short in the brush cut form. He wore a fitted tee that showed the muscles he possessed. He wore jeans that were not too baggy and not to skin tight. His shoes were Forces and matched his outfit but stuck out to be different from the clothing he was wear, somehow. The colors he wore were red and yellow. The more him and Destined grind the more she relaxed and laid her head back. I continued to move towards the girl I had my eyes on and by time I reached her she was looking my way. She knew I was coming for her. I was now face to face with her and she slowly turned her body with her face still looking towards me. She placed her nice size jeans on my khaki shorts and began to move slowly back and forth. The more the music played the more we grind, the more she grind the more I was enjoying the moment. The more I enjoyed each minute the more I noticed eyes were on us and she relaxed as if to spite the guys who wanted to dance with her. As we continued to dance, with the song fading out as the DJ was mixing in a new song, I felt some hands move around my waist from behind. I was beginning to turn around to see who it was but the person placed their face against my back so I could not see. I wanted to stop dancing to turn and see who this mystery person was but i didn't want to mess up the flow of my dancing partner in front of me. I slowly turned my head without being noticeable because I wanted to see who it was. From the size of the body and complexion of the hands I had a thought of who this person could be. I looked up and noticed my best friend looking towards me with a shocked and concerned look on her face. I could tell that trouble was behind me. I stopped dancing and turned around to reveal... (to be continued)


*This is not based on personal experience! So I am not included in this story!