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Subject: {ASSM} Dance of a Lifetime 10--Plans and Schemes (010/100+) (mf rom slow nosex)
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Dance of a Lifetime 10
Plans and Schemes
by Frank Downey
fab4fan99@prodigy.net
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"So, we're going to take ice dance lessons and see how it goes."

Sophia was sitting at a party that Saturday night, talking to
Jessie. Warren had had plans with Crash, so Sophia had decided to
go to the party. She had wondered whether or not to tell Warren,
finally decided to, and was happily surprised that he told her to
go. She knew he'd worry, but he was good enough to understand
that she couldn't drop out of the party scene altogether. That's
where her friends were. She really was lucky to have him. She
made a mental vow to take it easy on the nasty stuff at the
party.

"So, the Famous Couple is now a couple on the ice, too," Jesse
snorted. "Jesus, do you guys do everything together?"

Sophia sighed. "Well, Jess, aside from the fact that he's not
here-no, we don't do everything together. I wish."

"Hmmm. Methinks my friend sounds just a touch frustrated."

"Just a touch."

"What, that he's not here?"

"Oh, no. I'm fine with that. I'll get him to come to one, when
we're ready for that. It's fine that he's not here, he had plans
anyhow."

"Oh. OK. But there is a problem."

"Jess, it's such a minor one, I don't want to make a big deal
about it. I'm so in love with him, I can't stand it. It's
everything I could have ever dreamed about in a relationship.
He's damn near the perfect boyfriend."

"Except.........."

"Except we've been going out for three weeks and he hasn't made
even something resembling the slightest hint of a move on me!"

"Aaah. Sophie's horny."

"And how. And he hasn't done anything more than kiss me. Oh, and
just to ratchet up my hormones a few degrees, he's an
exceptionally good kisser."

"Really? Prep Boy?"

"Yeah. Surprised me how good he is."

"Hmmm. Well, as for your little problem, you've gotta understand;
three weeks for you might be an eternity, but for Mister
Inexperienced? If you guys are making out, that's fast for him."

"I know, I know" Sophia groaned. "I just wish I could somehow let
him know that I'm not going to bite."

"You don't bite? That's a pity."

"JESS!"

"Aaron used to like it when I bit."

"JESSIE! You're horrible! Besides which, I thought you and Aaron
never did it?"

"We didn't, but we did everything but. No, unlike you, I kept my
virginity. Unfortunately. If I hadn't, I might have kept Aaron."

"You did the right thing, Jess, you know that."

"You're probably right. I wasn't ready."

"Jess, I wish I had held out. I might not be driving myself crazy
right now. Damn, I am just not used to this-I'm used to guys that
want to jump my bones on the first date."

"Hey, I didn't tell you to go out with a preppy, now, did I?"

Sophia giggled. "Ah, I wouldn't trade him for the world."

"So jump his bones."

"Huh?"

"Make the first move, Soph. Grab his crotch or something. Answer
the door wearing a baby-doll. Write a lascivious note and put it
in his bookbag. Be creative."

"That's a damn good idea."

"Of course it is. I thought of it."

"Jess, you're a genius. Hmmm. This beer is almost empty."

"How many?"

"First."

Jessie gaped. "Soph, you've been here two hours. One beer?"

"I'm taking it easy."

"You're turning into me, is what you're doing."

"Huh?"

"Soph, haven't you noticed? I hardly ever get drunk. I take a
beer and nurse it forever. I take one toke off a joint and pass
it around. All the parties I go to, and the times I've been truly
wasted or stoned I can count on about two fingers. Everybody
thinks I'm cool, but I keep in control. And I even manage to get
decent grades without everyone thinking I'm a wimp. I'm
serious-you're turning into me. Keep your rep but take care of
business."

"Yeah, except you don't have to worry about venturing into this
den of jackals with a preppy on your arm."

Jessie laughed. "True. Of course, if I could get me a preppy that
treats me like Warren treats you, I might consider it. But, what
you said reminds me....."

"Of what?"

"Three weeks from now, the `rents are out of town. Which
coincides with your fifteenth birthday. Which means........"

"Jessie's Annual Sophia's Birthday Bash?"

"You got it. And this is a perfect opportunity to parade the
preppy into the den."

"You think?"

"Sure. First, you know my parties tend to be tame bycomparison."

"That's because if anyone gets out of hand, you kick their ass."

"Exactly. Second, it's my party. My party, my guest list, my best
friend's boyfriend is firmly on the guest list, and if anyone has
a problem with that........"

"You kick their ass."

"Exactly."

"We'll be there. Might as well get it over with."

"Cool. It's going to go better than you think, you know. Just
make sure Prep Boy brings that rapier-sharp sarcastic wit that
I've seen with him."

"I'll do that. But first, I need to launch The Plan to Get Sophia
Laid."

Jessie just laughed.


Sophia wrote the note on Wednesday. They had made plans to get
together on Friday night, as usual, and her mother was working
late, and the kids would be with their father. She planned to
drop the note in his bookbag at work on Thursday. So she thought
for a while on Wednesday night, and ended up writing this:

My dearest Romeo,

I don't have a balcony for you to sing up to, so my bedroom will
have to do. Up the stairs, to the right, first door on the left.
I will be waiting for you there Friday night. Just let yourself
in and come right up. I will be ready for you, and I will be
wearing something very special for the occasion.

I want you, Romeo, so bad I can taste it.

See you Friday,

Your devoted Juliet.


Thursday Sophia walked in to work. Warren was already there,
squeezing some studying in before his shift started.

"Whatcha studying, Preppy?"

"Biology. Respiratory system. Got a quiz tomorrow. I figured I'd
get a bit in, but I'll have to do more tonight."

Sophia looked over his shoulder. "So this is what you'll be
having fun with tonight?"

Warren laughed. "Yup. I do like bio, but I don't know if studying
is fun."

This is perfect, thought Sophia, as she made note of the page
number. 226. "Oh, you love studying, and you know it."

"Ah, it's alright." He closed the book. "Ready to go to work?"

"Yes sir, sir."

Sophia went to work, and waited until Warren went out to clean
the lot. She planned to follow him out-she had almost completely
quit smoking, but she still had one or two a day, usually at
work-but, before she followed him, she went to his bookbag,
withdrew the biology text, and slipped the note in right before
page 226.


It was close to 11 PM, and Warren was still grinding out his
studying. He had already told Sophia he probably wouldn't be able
to call her tonight-she was fine with that, they were getting
together tomorrow night. He had already ground through some
Geometry and had conjugated a bunch of Russian verbs**2014**now
to nail down that respiratory system stuff for his biology quiz.

He opened up the text to the page he had left off at-and found an
envelope. A pink envelope, with "ROMEO" in big letters on the
front and a bunch of little hearts scattered about. He smiled,
and opened up the envelope and read the letter.

And read it again.

And turned a lovely shade of purple. "Oh my goodness," he said to
himself. This was an unexpected development so early in their
relationship. He read the note again. "I think I'm hooked," he
said to himself.
"As if I wasn't, already."

He didn't get much studying done after that.


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