[MF] The Drew Chronicles, Part 2: Dalliance

[Part 1: Discovery](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nel4x/mf_the_drew_chronicles_part_1_discovery)

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The next morning went as normally as it could have gone, given that my best friend and I had discovered that we enjoyed looking at each other’s sexy bits. I woke up, changed out of the pajama pants that had betrayed me–albeit in the best possible way–and went out to eat breakfast with Drew and her parents. It was a Saturday morning, and Drew’s parents had fixed the works: scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, homemade biscuits, and her mother’s world-famous blueberry pancakes. As I helped myself to coffee from the urn on the kitchen island, images of Drew striking poses flashed through my mind. I took my seat across from Drew and caught her eyes. She looked beautiful in the golden morning sunlight, but it wasn’t the sun that caused the light playing in her eyes. As I sat, Drew darted a glance at my crotch and caught my eyes again. It was so quick I almost missed it, but she flashed a playful smile at me and I grinned back.

I’ll be honest: During that meal I was trying my best to come up with something flirty to say. I considered puns about the sausage, the biscuits, the pancakes. I thought about saying something about how well I slept after her making tea. But, I’ve never been the witty type. So breaktfast passed with little more than a few looks and smiles between me and Drew.

Afterward I gathered my things to go, and Drew walked me out to my car. Her parents had quite a bit of land, their own little ranch, and the crunching gravel of their driveway was the only sound as we walked. We reached my car, made some small talk, and said our goodbyes. As always, Drew gave me a hug before I left, but this time I was aware of her tits pressing against me in a way I hadn’t been before. I started my car and Drew rapped on the window.

“Fun night,” Drew said with a smile as I rolled down the window. “Let’s do it again. Soon.” And she leaned through the window to give me a peck on the cheek. I gave her a wink and drove away.

The next few weeks passed without any events of note. Saturdays were normally set aside for our official choreography practice, but at this time of year we had two weeks off to focus on other things. We were busy with studying for our next round of exams, preparing for our fall concert, making sure we had all our ducks in a row for our college applications. Our group was very close, and we all hung out together regularly, but every time we were in a room together I would catch Drew looking at me, or be unable to stop staring at her. We both knew what was on the other’s mind, but in spite of that nothing happened. Until our first week back at dance practice.

Choreography class was a workout. To some of you, dance may sound a little girly. But I played football my freshman and sophomore years, and I can tell you that dancing for an hour and a half–our standard practice time–was often just as rigorous as full-pads, full-contact football practice. We were all of us in great shape: the girls tight and toned, the guys various stages of ripped. Spending that much time with each other in tight workout clothes, being close as dancing can make you, feeling each other’s bodies working under our hands… it was a real treat for most of us.

That day I had arrived early to the school’s dance gym with some of my other friends. We sat in the half-darkened gym, helping each other with warm-up stretches and making small talk. One by one we all trickled in, the guys dressed in basketball shorts and tight under armor shirts, the girls in short shorts that showed off their legs and asses and tank tops that showed just enough skin to be tantalizing. There were the usual amout of comments about each other’s bodies; you don’t dance with each other as frequently as we did and not get used to others looking at and commenting about your assets. Drew was the last one to show.

She walked in looking hotter than hell itself. She had her hair pulled up in a cute little ponytail, and she was dressed only in tight volleyball shorts and a sports bra. I’ve seen bikinis less revealing than what Drew was wearing that day. I could see every line of her body. She put down her gym bag, padded to the corner of the room with the other girls, and started stretching.

A chorus of “Damn,” “Holy shit,” and “Whoa” escaped from the guys, myself among them. For several seconds all we could do was stare. There was Drew, talking and laughing quietly with her friends, stretching in the most revealing clothing any of us had ever seen on her.

Eventually it came time to start practice. We joined each other in the middle of the room for our choreography coach to give us a rundown on our plan for that session, then paired off with our dance partners.

“Jesus Christmas, Drew, you’re looking hot today,” I whispered as Drew reached our place for the routine we were to run ahead of me. She spun to face me, and that mischievous light was back in her eyes.

“You liked what you saw last time,” she said cloyingly. “I figured I would give you another taste.”

“And you’re delicious,” I replied, grinning.

“You have *no* idea,” Drew said, matching my grin evilly.

Then we danced. As usual our routine had me lifting, spinning, and dipping Drew, and even by our standards she was more ‘into it’ than normal. Her body twisted and writhed under my hands, and every time she caught my eye I could see that sparkle in hers. She took every opportunity to get as close to me as possible. She pressed her body to mine and smirked when she felt my cock respond to her. Eventually her hands began to brush my crotch on every turn and twist, any chance she could touch me without attracting notice. And I returned in kind. My hands found her tits, her ass, her stomach, her neck, even her pussy. Each time, I felt her respond to my touch: her body pressing harder against my hand, a smile, a sigh.

For an hour and a half, we danced. For an hour and a half, we teased each other with our eyes, our grins, our hands, our bodies.

And then it was time to leave. We all grabbed our bags, and Drew left the room with some of the other girls just ahead of me. She added a noticeable sway to her walk, and I didn’t squander the opportunity to check out what she was selling.

She looked back at me with a grin and said, “Great job today!”

“Back at you,” I said. By the time we made it outside, some of the other guys had caught up to me. They made the usual jokes and comments about how hot Drew was, how lucky I was to dance with her, and so on and so forth. But my thoughts were elsewhere.

That night I lay in bed and reflected on the day. Just as I had worked myself up replaying the dance practice in my mind and decided to take measures to remedy my situation, I heard my phone buzz.

D: Yup. I was right.

It was Drew.

M: Right about what?

I sent back.

D: I cannot stop thinking about your cock.

I felt an immediate adrenaline rush.

M: Is that why you couldn’t stop grabbing it today?

D: Obviously. I need to see it.

M: You’ve got it bad.

D: Quit teasing me. I’m serious, I NEED to see it.

M: We can arrange that.

D: Seriously, don’t fucking tease me. Send me a picture.

M: Oh no. You don’t get it that easily.

D: COME ON. You’re killing me! You want me to beg for it?

M: Couldn’t hurt ;) But I want you to be somewhere you can do something about it when you finally see it.

D: What’s that? ;)

M: You’ll know.

D: Fucking whennnnn

It turned out it wouldn’t be long.

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