I was still sure I was going to win and toldeveryone so. The girls were all telling me how cute I'd look in a dress.Everyone in the school knew about ...the bet and was rooting for one side orthe other. Mostly it was the guys for me and the girls against me.By Friday afternoon both sides were taunting each other and the guys werestill sure I would win. Even though they had a lot of school pride thegirls were secretly hoping we would lose.That night the stands were filled and Dad, Mom, Tina and I. He moved towards me and just like the other girls, Ifound myself wrapped in a boys arms. He was gentle and swayed in timewith the music and without choice I went with him."Mmmm... ", he said, "you smell nice." I looked up and smiled. He smelled of leather from his jacket, andsomething else too. Yes, that was it, he was wearing aftershave, probablynicked from his dad, which made him smell strong and masculine. It was astark contrast with my own flowery and feminine perfume. He feltmasculine. ‘You’ll not be getting food by standing in the hall!’ Shawnie had appeared and started dragging her through the cafeteria. Almost all conversation stopped as they sat and watched the spectacle. ‘Let me go! I can do this myself!’ ‘Mmmhmm. Pacing the halls yes, but you may need a refresher on eating.’ Her grip did not slacken as she dragged the protesting starlet up to the counter. ‘She’s going to have a little of everything. Leslie, my baby girl was bigger than you when she was born, and I’m. A pair of warm, soft arms envelop you, and your body stiffens in shock. Hey . . . Her voice makes your cock jump slightly in your pants. You go to spin the computer chair around, but she stops you: I dont want to interrupt you. Just thought Id give you some company. You smile and continue to work, her hands gently caressing your shoulders. Even though she claimed not to want to interrupt, shes certainly doing a good job of distracting you. Her hands unbutton your shirt, and you stop typing..