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Chapter 4
Scott rapped lightly on Jean's door the stood and waited for her to answer. She did a moment later, saying she was having dome trouble with her dress. She had showed it to him. It was a short, wine red dress, tube top, with ruffled flaps of fabric that hung down on the sides and twirled out whenever she spun around. She had worn it to her junior prom, she had explained to him, but hadn't had any fun. Scott heard her cursing in her room. Te dress had a laced back almost like a corset with a bodice front that squeezed her waist in and made it almost impossible for her to breath. Scott wouldn't say this allowed, but the dress pushed her breasts up and showed an excessive amount of cleavage, and he liked it; but he was a guy, he was allowed to have those thoughts. He stood there for a few minutes waiting for her to open the door, listening to her get back out of the dress. For the last three weeks they had been practicing their dance for the talent show. The competition was that night and Scott had wanted to take Jean. Over the last three weeks, while they had been practicing, Scott had felt himself growing closer to her. Yes, the dance was very intimate, and it would involve them touching each other, but what Scott was feeling was beyond that. He was feeling something more intimate, much more intimate.
"Jean, I'm going now. You going with me or not?"
The door opened and Jean popped her head out. "Yeah, I'll be right out. Could you just get this lace?" Jean turned her back to him. Scott looked at her back for a minute; most of it was showing, with only one lace not undone. He reached out with hesitant hands and undid the lace. Jean thanked him and disappeared back into her room. "I'll be out in a minute." She called. Scott shifted from foot to foot, his clothing bag slipping. Inside was his suit, cape, shoes, and a half-face white mask.
"Jean!"
"Sorry." She said slipping from her room. "I can not get this dress off. I'm stuck."
"Turn around." Scott was nervous enough, he didn't need this. It took him a couple to lace her dress back up, and he wound up tying it very tight.
"Ow! Careful!" Jean shouted at him.
"Sorry, let's go." He grabbed her hand and dragged her downstairs, out the front door, and into his car. "I'm so scared, Jean." He admitted. "I've never been so nervous." He looked in his review mirror then backed out of the garage. They sat in silence for most of the ride, Jean unaware of the thousands of thoughts flying through Scott's head. He wasn't even aware she was talking to him until her hand rested on his. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Do you think I look ok?"
Scott looked over at her for a second then placed his eyes back on the road. He didn't attempt to answer her question until they arrived at the school. Scott looked at her again. She relaxed back in the seat, a light from the school shined on her. Her hair was curled, her make-up done well, not too light, not too heavy, and she was in that dress.
"Yeah… you look…great." The word was hard for him to breathe out, and it was all he could do to keep himself from choking on his own words.
"Thanks. Well, I'll see you inside."
"O… ok. See you."
"You ok?" Jean asked as she stepped out of the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Like I said, just nerves."
"Ok. See you soon."
They were the fourth act, the first couple to do it. Scott was standing backstage by the staircase he was supposed to enter down. It became pitch black around him as he waited for Jean. He felt someone brush past him and he shuddered in fear. They were supposed to start any moment and she wasn't there with him. Suddenly, the first note of the music started and a spotlight landed on the stage on Jean. She stood there, her back to the audience. She turned and looked to the staircase where another spotlight illuminated Scott and cast his shadow down the stairs. She turned to face the audience and he began to walk slowly down the stairs. Just by looking at him she could see his hands shaking from where she was standing, even though they were practically invisible in his black gloves. He approached her on the stage in time with the music, and as they had practiced, she backed away from him, a slight look of fear on her face. She slowly walked back towards him and reached her bare hand out. It was enveloped in his leathered one, and he pulled her to him slowly, gently and held her body against his. Their dance began slow and picked up speed along with the music. Their dance became more intimate as Scott began spinning her out and pulling her back in. When they reached the part where he would begin dipping her, he first ran his finger up her cleavage and across her chest then back down again and dipped her over his arm again. The music began to reach its climax. Jean stood with her back to him, her arms raised above her head, her hands clasping his face behind her. His hands were on her waist, slowly traveling up. That's how they ended, their bodies pressed together.
Ten minutes later Scott was standing backstage trying to catch his breath, taking huge gasping breaths. "It meant nothing, it was just a dance, it meant nothing."
"It meant something to me." Scott turned to see Jean standing behind him. She shook her head at him and then turned to leave.
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