The best 3 couples would take part in regional competitions as well as National if they got through the heats. This made mother smile even more we all...knew before she married dad she was a professional dancer and my father was once just another admirer in her audience.Small talk over it was time to watch television until Mother finally raised her from the sofa and told us it was time for bed. Looking up at the clock both me and Laura groaned in unison as the clock did indeed say 9pm. Laura as. “W-what?” I stammered. My brain momentarily went stupid.She turned her head over her shoulder. “You going to fuck me or what?” she whispered. “You might as well lose your V-card while we’re at it.”Yeah, that made sense. My hands trembling, I grabbed her hips. I took a second to look at Jenna, making sure she’s still asleep. I swallowed another gulp. God, Mom felt so good. Her skin was so smooth and I loved the way her long hazel brown hair fell all the way down to the base of her spine.Then she. Just because we’re the best of friends now doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be punctual anymore.”“Can I be early?”They laughed and Jenny replied, “As long as you never leave me hanging, you can come any time you like.”We laughed as Helen handed me her personal card with a sweet note on the back and said, “Tomorrow at six. I’ll call you if I need to change the time.”That evening Jenny opened her door to me and romanced me with wine and dancing, first vertical and then horizontal, and after she had. "James brought two glasses of champagne to the couch and we sat sipping and talking and looking at the lights. James was exotic to me, completely outside my experience. He was like something out of a romance novel, a tall, elegant African with a British accent. I watched his full lips sip champagne and longed for him to kiss me. I had no close experience with African-Americans and had never kissed or dated one. I knew James' full lips would feel different than kissing Jeff. For the first time.