>>>The Jazz girls grabbed him from behind, hooking their legs around his to trip him. Malcolm felt their nylon-covered legs and feet fumbling around his, and moaned once before hitting the floor. Then it was hot breath in his face, and girl after girl pressing against his tights, grinding and thrashing, bucking and moaning. They kissed him sloppily, letting out soft, girlish grunts of lust as they flailed. But it was the feet that got him. The prettiest girl in class (and no church girl) wrapped her white-tighted legs around him from behind, and began sliding and wriggling her tighted toes all over the damp hot bar that strained beneath his tights. He heard a cheer go up as he emptied his balls into his tights, and then she was gone. As were all of them shortly after.>>>Malcolm sat there with his tights full of come, tears in his eyes. And a smile on his face.>>>He worried briefly that the townspeople were going to find out and show up at his house with torches, but he only had two weeks left until he had to head up to school. His folks had begrudgingly agreed to take him up to find housing. It'd be Jesus-this and Jesus-that for the whole trip, but they would eventually leave him there, he figured. He had faith in THAT much, anyway.>>>He kept his night with the Jazz Girls on the QT, blushing most redly when they smiled at him, and getting painfully hard under his dancebelt when they covertly grabbed his ass.>>>Then it was the night before he was to leave, and the going-away party was about as fun as one of these things can be when run by rabid christians. >>>But afterwards Mal found himself, of all things, behind the McDonald's (center of the social universe in these here parts,) smoking an actual, albeit weak-ass, joint with none other than Cammie. She was all smiles and congratulations, and she made the scandalous choice of wearing strappy black platforms with mauve tights, her pretty, soft-purple toes wiggling and clenching as they talked.>>>It would be my luck, thought Mal, to fall for a girl I'm most likely never to see again.>>>Getting up to school and sorting everything out pushed everything out of his mind. Hard work, a million things to do, not helped by the fact that everytime something good happened, it meant half-an-hour of prayers-of-thanks. But then they were gone, and Mal, after spending a long time telling his housemates that he WASN'T LIKE THAT, settled in nicely to college life. He started basic jazz (and his teacher, though not astonished by his newly-acquired technique, certainly considered him a suitable enough student.)>>>Then about one month into the giddy euphoria of his new life, he got an e-mail from Cammie, asking if he wouldn't mind her coming up for a week. She said she was tired of DX, and fed full up with liturgical. She just needed a place to stay while she checked out the school, she wouldn't be any trouble, etc. Mal hesitated (there was a girl in his dance class who was seemingly into the sort of stuff the DX Jazz crew were,) but then he scrolled down to find a picture of Cam, self-taken, with her Liturgical dance dress bunched around her waist, her hot pink tights glowing on her provocatively cocked legs.

tbc

• Re: The Liturgical Dance Video Bluff (Part Four) - Dep - 20.02. 04:03:34