title: Three to Tango author: tim4or5 universe: playdate part: 2 summary: Strange things happen in dance class. A sequel to Play Date. keywords: mff, mmf, cons This story contains sexually explicit material. Email comments to twalden4 at juno dot com with ASSTR in the subject line. Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. Technical note: A gasp is a rapid intake of breath. In this story, it also means a rapid expelling of breath, since it is close to the sound I mean. Sigh, grunt, groan, pant and scream don't work. Three to Tango Chris I told my mother I wanted to take dance lessons. She asked whose idea was this? I said Robin's. It had actually been mine, but she thinks Robin is a good influence on me. I was more sociable and acted less like a boy since I met him. I thought she would be more likely to agree with the idea if it was his. I don't know if that was true, but she did. So we both signed up for tango lessons. I thought it was a cool sexy dance, and I liked Astor Piazzolla. I got some clunky lace up jazz shoes and wore washed duck work pants. I wasn't going to wear a little black cocktail dress. I wore a Hawiian shirt, with a mens white tank top in place of a bra. I had small breasts but would need some support. I had met Robin when his mother answered a notice from my mother and arranged a play date. We both thought the idea sucked. They thought we both liked video games, what could go wrong? So I got dumped there. You would have thought he'd pick something with a real multiplayer mode, but we took turns on Grand Theft Auto and things went okay. Then we found out he's a boy and I'm a girl. Our mothers didn't know. How clueless can you get? We didn't tell them. What do you expect from two horny thirteen year olds? A year later and they still haven't figured it out. Parents never know what's going on with their kids. It doesn't level the playing field, but it helps a little. Robin told his dad when he caught him stealing condoms, but he was cool. The damage was already done, and no one thought we could get away with it for nearly this long. My mom seems to think Robin is a transgender part lesbian girl or something. But safe. Robin's mom has book club every thursday. So that's when I visit. The class was in a dance studio with a wooden floor. It was like a gym with mirrors only smaller. There were big windows and no chairs. Everybody just stood around. Most of the girls wore dresses and some wore heels. There was a reasonable number of boys. The teacher came in and talked about posture, contact, position, lead and steps. We practiced the grapevine step. She said all the girls would have to take turns being boys, but the ones who volunteered most would get extra instruction, and learning to lead would teach us how to follow better. Those who had partners or wanted to pick their own could dance together to start with, and she would assign partners to the rest, but we would have to mix things up as we went along. Robin and I danced together. We were supposed to read each others movements, mostly from his hand and arm on my back. It didn't seem too hard but took some getting used to, and there was a lot to remember. We had the hand and eye coordination, and had leaned to move together pretty well. Now we had to add our feet. It had as many rules as a game and took as much cooperation as sex. I thought I was going to like it. On thursday after the second class, I asked Robin what he thought of the other girls? He knew it was a trick question and said they seemed nice. I asked if any of them seemed nicer? He said he hadn't decided yet. He asked if I liked any of the boys? I said maybe. What would he think about my asking one of them to one of our play dates? He said um, that didn't seem like a good idea. I said what if I let him invite one of the girls? Not at the same time. He hesitated slightly before he said he didn't think so, and I knew I had him. I also knew I had to pick out a girl first. Men are such sissies. I don't know how, but the dance teacher knew Robin and I were having sex. She pushed us a little closer together when she adjusted our positions than she did when I was with other boys. And she was able to do it without any of the other girls noticing. Which took some skill because they kept trying to see who liked whom. Except one girl did, but that was only because the teacher did the same thing to her with one of the other boys. We shared a moment of recognition as our eyes met, then looked away. Robin and the other boy were as oblivious as everyone else. The next thursday Robin told me he had asked his mother if he could invite a friend or two from dance class to join us for one of our play dates. It was sort of cheating because she didn't know what was going on, but he thought his father wouldn't want to be any more complicit than he already was. She had said alright, but if it was going to be more than once she wanted to meet them. Well, it would be only once, but not both at the same time. Even if it nothing went wrong, it would be stupid to push our luck and try it again. I did check to see if Robin was okay with my choice before I asked her. I didn't like surprises. The girls were all fairly nice looking. The ones who weren't didn't go to dance classes. The more attractive ones didn't need to. I picked one who was more or less an outcast for no apparent reason except that she put up with it. Like I had. I didn't trust any of the others to keep a secret. She was fourteen, like we were. I had seen Robin looking at her, which I took as a sort of compliment, and they moved together well. She had seemed friendly enough and cooperative when I danced with her, and not as shy about body contact as some of the other girls. She went into a close embrace without worrying about our breasts. Hers were normal sized. I said what about Ash? He said she seemed nice. I asked if he would like to see her with her clothes off? He said yes, he would. I invited Ash to come over and hang out with me and Robin. She accepted. We picked a time when his father wouldn't be there, which was usually. Ash showed up, and we had soda and guacamole and chips. We went over the steps and turns from class, taking turns dancing with each other. Ash and I swapped lead. Robin hadn't learned to follow. Dancing on the carpet wasn't the same. We found it worked best barefoot. We didn't know if we were doing it right, but it seemed pretty much like what they had showed us in class. While I was leading Ash in close embrace and she had her face close to mine, I said I had an ulterior motive for asking her here. I hoped she liked either me or Robin. She said she liked us both. I asked if she wanted to do anything? She said like what? I said well, to start with, I would like to kiss her. She was quiet for a couple moments, then said in a small voice that she thought she could do that. So I did. She gave me a quick kiss. I said that was good, but I would like a real kiss. She asked what I meant? I said it started out the same way, but it kept going. So we stood there in the middle of the living room with Robin watching and I kissed her again. It started out gently. I sucked a little harder and moved my lips around. She responded slowly. Then she began to get more into it. I nibbled her lip. I added a little bit of tongue. She followed my lead. I pushed her gently toward me with the hand on her back. She held me more tightly and put her other arm around me. We continued like this for a while. I was a long magic moment. I don't know if she realized what she was doing. I moved my hand on her back so it was no longer in position to lead her. I felt different parts of her back. Then I slowly broke the kiss. I said thank you, I liked that. She said she did too. We danced a little more. Then Robin danced with me some, and she danced with Robin. I wasn't sure what to do next. I had never seduced someone before, unless you counted Robin. So I went in the bedroom and took off my shirt. When it was my turn to dance with Ash again, I was topless. She led with her hand on my bare back. After a minute she asked me to wait and took off her shirt and bra. Dancing breast to breast. That was something Fred Astaire had never done. When the dance ended, I led her into Robin's bedroom, took off my pants, and lay down. She took off hers and lay down with me. I told her we would only have this one time, at least for now. Having an ongoing relationship would be too complicated. But we could do things together besides sex. She said that would be good. We kissed and explored each others bodies. Robin came it and sat down in a chair. I asked if I could touch her down there? She said yes. I put my hand in her panties. I was careful not to get her too excited. After a little while, I took off my panties and hers and kissed down her body. I turned as I went and came at her from the side with my head down. I tongued her clitorus and felt for good spots inside with my finger. I didn't think it was safe to keep her in this state, so I let her come before too long. I turned back around and held her from the side. After a few moments I told her Robin would like a turn. She said okay. He took off his pants and shirt and took my place. He kissed her and did pretty much the same thing I had, but when he took off his briefs, he put on a condom and asked if she was ready for him? She said yes, she was, and opened her legs. He moved into position and entered her. They moved together to the music that was still playing in the other room. She came once or twice more, and then he grunted and came inside of her. I was sorry we couldn't keep doing this. I needed Robin's help picking out a boy. I knew which ones I liked, and I knew better than to ask what he thought of any of them, but we needed one who wouldn't talk. There were fewer boys to choose from and most seemed like poor prospects, but there was one. He was a clown, but he was graceful and sort of good looking, and he seemed to like me. The next thursday, after we'd had sex and gotten dressed, I asked Robin if he thought Lance could keep his mouth shut? He said yes. I said I'd like to invite him to a play date. Robin said no. I said what? Why not? He was a nice guy. Robin said he was a nice guy and everyone liked him, but he was trying to have sex with half the girls in class. I said no he wasn't, he was just a flirt. Robin said it was a cover. He had overheard Lance talking to girls and knew he had already had sex with at least two of them, probably three. He had seen him talking to other girls the same way when he couldn't hear. He said Lance talked that way to me. I started to deny it again, but then stopped to think. I knew Robin could overhear stuff. I heard things too. People didn't notice us or thought we didn't matter. But you could learn a lot by not saying anything. I had seen Lance talking to girls too. If I had answered a little differently when he talked to me I could have ended up sleeping with him. Hell, I had just told Robin I wanted to. I said he was right. Half the girls in class did want to have sex with Lance, but they thought it was their own idea and didn't know about all the others. I said I was out of ideas. Robin said what about Jules? I said Jules? He was slimy. Robin said he wasn't slimy, he was just desperate and inept. He used to be that way too, only not so bad. I said the way he looked at me and touched me made my skin crawl. He said it was up to me. He was just trying to help. But I would have felt the same way about him if we had met differently. Then he said he wanted to try something. I said what? He put on some music and asked me to dance. This wouldn't have worked when I first met him, but there was now some open space on his bedroom floor. He looked at me and touched me the way Jules did, only more so. I thought it was hot and sexy. And familiar. It was sort of like what he usually did. He said once Jules started having sex with girls he wouldn't be so desperate and wouldn't seem so slimy. But until then no girl would have sex with him. I thought about it. I thanked him for the dance when it ended and said I'd like to invite Jules to a play date. He said okay. Jules showed up, and we had soda and rising crust supreme pizza. Robin made good food, for someone who didn't cook. They took turns dancing barefoot on the carpet with me. I wanted to ask Jules to adjust his hold so it didn't bother me so much, but I couldn't figure out how it was different. Maybe it was just knowing what he wanted to do. The other boys may have wanted the same thing, but they hid it better. Maybe it was his timing, how he rushed and hesitated to make contact. I tensed up and had to wait as his hands flew toward me and oozed onto me, like I was something he had to have but was afraid to touch. Or maybe he wanted to savor the experience. Was being an object all bad? Lots of people wanted to be something to look at. Right now his touch seemed okay. While sitting at the table taking a break, I told Jules I had an ulterior motive for asking him here. If I had sex with him, would he let Robin suck his penis? Robin hid his surprise as embarrassment. Jules said what? and I repeated the question. He didn't know how to take it, but I looked at him so earnestly that he said yes, he would. Maybe he thought he was going along with the joke, but I leaned forward and kissed him. Then I got up and danced with Robin again. I thought I would give him time to regain his composure. After my next dance with Jules, I kissed him and led him into the bedroom. I undid his pants and asked him to get undressed. Then I took off my clothes and got into bed. He took off his and joined me. I told him we would only have this one time, at least for now. Having an ongoing relationship would be too complicated. And I warned him that Robin was going to watch. I kissed him again and put his hand on my breast. He was very gentle, then moved down to suck them. Robin came in and sat in a chair. I told Jules he could suck a little harder. His hand moved down between my legs. He didn't know what he was doing, but I just let him explore. I didn't think he was going to last very long, so I unrolled a condom over him and guided him into me. After a moment I asked him to wait, and then to try it again slower. He was attentive and didn't require much coaching. He came after a couple minutes, but he stayed hard and I told him to keep going. After several more minutes I came too. I controlled myself, but I still scared him. I said it was okay, keep going. He did. He wasn't in bad shape, but he wasn't used to this kind of exercise. When he began to tire I asked him to stop. I made sure he held onto the condom while he withdrew and gave him a couple tissues. Robin They both turned to look at me. I said um, maybe we should wait a little, and asked Chris to remind me later. They caressed each other, and after twenty minutes she did. I said okay, I was ready if Jules was, and took off my clothes. Chris and I traded places. I don't know what she thought, but it was her idea. Jules wasn't that ready. I ran my hand up the outside of his thigh and felt his limp penis. If Chris was surprised, she didn't show it. I stroked it a little and felt his balls. They seemed quite a bit bigger than mine. His body was a different shape from Chris's but had mostly the same parts. I asked him to turn over and massaged his shoulders, back and buttocks. This relaxed us both. I had him turn over again and did his abdomen and thighs. Then I stroked his penis again. It got hard quickly. When a couple drops appeared, I bent down and took it in my mouth. I decided that having someone else's penis in my mouth wasn't that much different from having my own in my hand. There was just a different kind of feedback. I quickly got my own erection. He was excited, but I didn't know if he was going to come again. It was a strange situation for both of us. As I stroked and sucked him and waited to see what would happen, I began to get excited too. After a few minutes he seemed to be getting closer. I urged him on. I heard his breathing change. Then I could feel his penis pulsing in my hand and heard him grunt as he shot his cum into my mouth. It was more than I expected and tasted about the same as mine. Chris occasionally saved some for me, but said she deserved at least half. He tapered off and I waited until he was done. Then I kissed his hip. After that Chris had sex with him again, this time with her on top. He stay hard after he came, so she kept going and had two more orgasms, but three seemed to be it for Jules. I was impressed. I couldn't do that any more. After he left I asked Chris why she hadn't told me it was this good? She said she had, sort of. Couldn't I tell she liked it? I said yes, but I thought it was a girl thing. She said so did she, mostly. And I would have been insulted if she had suggested I try it. I admitted that was true. Real men don't suck cock. She asked if I was a real man? I said not any more. Was she a real girl? She said only since we had started having sex, and offered to straighten me out. I took her up on the offer. next: cinderella.txt