Boyfriend. Part 7

“Dawson, right?”

“Yes sir; Bob Dawson.”

“No sirs please; call me Jim” and he offered his hand and I shook it. Constance stood there smiling at me like I had just passed a test of some sort as Mr. Camebridge walked away. She reached for my hand and said:

“Our turn now Mr. Two Left Feet.”

She led me out onto the dance floor and then moved into my arms. I wasn’t a bad dancer and Constance and I moved well together. I had the ever present hard on and tried to keep myself far enough away from her so it wouldn’t be poking her, but she knew what I was trying to do. She was smiling at me, but the look in her eye was pure evil and she pulled me tight against her and felt what I was trying to keep away from her.

“You don’t want the people here thinking that my date doesn’t have the hots for me do you?”

“Why are you doing this to me” I managed to croak out.”

“Because I can and it is fun.”

She ground her leg against my erection and said “Tell me you don’