Yvonne wasn’t the best dancer I’ve ever seen. But she had a way of moving that made you
want to watch every movement. She even did that thing where you toss you hair. I’ve seen
my friends do it with guys they were dancing with. Until now I never got it, but Yvonne
looked hot.
 
I’ve always knew I was lesbian since I was thirteen. I had a crush on my gym teacher,
Coach Leslie. I’ve just never had the courage to actually act on it. So I tried t fit in
as best I could. There were a few girls at my high school that didn’t hide their
lesbianism. They were teased and harassed by everyone. I never teased them, but I never
stood up and tried to stop it either.

The next song was a slow one. I turned to leave; she grabbed me by my arm and pulled me
close to her. She put her left arm around my waist and her right hand on my ass.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “If you want we can go back to my place. I can
make this a birthday to remember.”

Her hair smelled so sweet, “What about my friends?” I whispered back faintly.
“If you think they would want to join us, sure why not. I just didn’t think you were
ready for a round robin yet.”

“What? No … I didn’t mean that.” I felt so embarrassed. “I don’t even know what that is.”
Of course I did know, but I wasn’t going to admit that to her.

Yvonne rubbed my back slowly and patted by ass lightly as she giggled softly in my ear.
“You are so cute. I was just joking.” She turns so I could see Tiffany and Charlotte as
they were leaving the club with two guys. “I don’t think your friends will miss you,” she
whispered.

“Okay,” I whispered back. I have no idea why we were whispering. No one was listening to
us, at least not anyone of any importance.