Things were actually easier at the dance afterward. Mostly we all just danced together in a group when the fast music was playing. Partners changed fo... every slow song and if they had no male partner and the girls wanted to dance, they danced together and occasionally accepted dances from other guys who asked them. Each dance was prefaced by an abbreviated version of the rules, though. I wasn't really expecting that.Our poor quarterback, the handsome Chad, had a rough night of it on the field.. "What's up Jane," I asked."We have to go to Tahoe," Jane said." Why Tahoe?" I asked."It's a surprise," Jane replied as she pulled a pair of pants up her slim legs.I grabbed some clean clothes, and pulled them on. Slipping my feet into some sandals, I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Pulling a bag of bagels out of the fridge, I split them and dropped them into the toaster as I dug out the packages of cream cheese. Setting the cheese on the counter, I got four coffee cups out. I. "If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More. She had pulled her shirt off and pried the sports bra over her head. Her tits were amazing. Her pink-brown nipples were very hard. She stood up partially and pulled her pants down to her knees. She sat back down and as she lifted her legs up to slide the shorts and panties off completely. As she lifted her legs up, I caught the first strong whiff of Samantha’s pussy and ass. There could not be a more perfect smell. Don’t get me wrong, that motherfucker stunk but in the best way. God fucking.