WVC Ch. 20: The Dance Rehearsal

I felt my face start to color as I stepped into the leg openings of my shorts and pulled them up my thighs. Even though I wasn't erect, I had difficulty stuffing my thick pole inside and zipping up. When I turned toward the girls, the blonde choreographer was grinning and my face was beet red.

"Don't forget your shirt."

As I nodded and stretched it over my head, Amanda spun on her heels.

"Show's over girls. Let's pick it up from the beginning of your first solo, Stephanie."

As the two dancers assumed their positions, the older blonde accompanied me to the door.

"You did very well for your first time, Bill. And don't worry about your lack of dance training. I've kept your movements pretty basic so they will accentuate your physical strengths."

She let her fingers trail across my shoulder as she continued.

"You have a great body, and you're ideal for the part. You'll see."

Indeed I would.

While the girls got together more often, the four of us would rehearse once a week until the performance in late May. And I did get better, smoother on the lifts and less clumsy on the movements. But I never felt like a fit in with the two girls. They were both classically trained dancers. Amanda kept reassuring me that I was perfect, and that the performance would be a success. I had no idea just how much of one it would be.

When I opened the door to leave that first rehearsal, I was surprised to see Valerie lounging against the wall outside, obviously waiting for me. Her slim legs were bare and she wore a tight green t-shirt that emphasized her firm breasts and accentuated her eyes.

"Hi, Valerie. Why didn't you come in?"

With a sly grin on her pretty face, she pointed at the note taped to the door.

"Private rehearsal. No admittance."

"Oh."

She must be spending more time in the sun. The freckles sprinkled across her upper cheeks seemed more pronounced, and her skin had a darker tone.

"Come on. Let's go get something to eat."

I hadn't realized it, but I was hungry. All that dancing had worked up my appetite. I fell into step beside her as we left the building and headed across campus. Spring leaves had started to emerge and there was fresh greenery everywhere.

"I haven't seen you since Ms. Reynolds cancelled her drawing class (WVC Ch15), and I wanted to see how you're doing."

"Really?"

"Uh huh. I've heard about your scenarios. Sounds like you've been having fun."

"What did you hear?"

Suddenly, I was concerned that Erika had told her about my lack of restraint at the Melissa's pool party (WVC Ch.19). I searched her green eyes, and though I detected a meaningful twinkle.

"Mmm, I'm not really supposed to say, but you can rest assured that your secret is safe with me."

We reached the student center and I held the door open for her. After we grabbed some yogurt and fruit cups, we found an empty table on the far side of the room. We ate in silence, and I decided to ask her something that had been on my mind.

"Why me?"

She looked at me, puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

I glanced at the tables nearest to us. One trio of coeds were gathering up their knapsacks to leave, and the other two girls nearby were deep in their own private conversation. I leaned across the table and spoke in a whisper.

"Why was I chosen for the Club?"

Silently the curly haired brunette ate her yogurt, eyeing me over the rim of the cup.

"You really don't know?"

I shook my head, relieved that the three girls were ambling toward the exit.

"There were a number of reasons. You're good looking. You have a fabulous body. And most obviously, you're very well endowed."

I blushed at her words, glancing at the two students huddled at the next table. They were still engrossed in their own discussion. I could feel the blood starting to flow back below my waist as she continued.

"Also, there weren't any other suitable candidates."

Watching me closely, she finished her yogurt and set the cup down.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this part, but you fit a particular psychological profile. Some of the other members who're psych majors can explain it better, but it has to do with being passive. We didn't want an overbearing, arrogant male. We were looking for someone who was likely to be submissive."

As she talked, just barely above a whisper, my cock kept swelling, filing the crotch of my shorts to the point of being uncomfortable.

"We figured that it would be easier to integrate someone like that into the Club rather than a more dominant male. Most of the members fall into that category, being submissive. At least, we did at the beginning. Now, most of us enjoy going both ways, switching as the scenario requires.'

I squirmed in my chair, trying to rearrange the growing log between my legs by just moving my hips. It wasn't working. With my back to the rest of the room, I considered reaching underneath the table to adjust my inflated bulge.

"What's the matter with you?"

Her green eyes bored into mine as she stared at me. When I hesitated, recognition flashed across her face and she blurted.

"You're getting hard, aren't you?"

The immediate flush that covered my face confirmed her suspicion.

"You are! And it's uncomfortable, right?"

Meekly, I nodded. As I dropped my gaze to avoid her piercing eyes, I started to reach under the table.

"Stop!"

Startled, I immediately halted, my right hand hovering below the table top.

"Stand up!"

It was an order and I obeyed it, slowly rising to my feet. Her eyes immediately focused on my bloated crotch. Nervously, I glanced at the other table. The two girls were still absorbed in their own conversation.

"Come here."

Awkwardly, I inched around the corner of the table to stand right in front of the curly haired brunette. I caught my breath as she reached out and cupped her hand over my swollen shaft, gently squeezing through the tight denim. As she watched her fingers play across the swelling bulb, she asked.

"Don't you normally carry your penis on this side?"

She must have been paying more attention to my crotch than I realized.

"Umm, yes, but when it's pointed down, like it is now, ahh - there's no room for it to grow."

The blush in my face was rapidly spreading down my neck, and still the two brunettes at the next table hadn't looked up.

"Like this?"

Digging her fingers into the faded cloth, Valerie tried to rotate my stiffened pole inside my shorts. I winced at her efforts. My cock was engorged enough to press so tightly against the material that it wouldn't budge, and her fingers hurt.

"This isn't working."

Before I realized what she was doing, she unzipped my pants and spread the flaps open wide. My thickened log sprang free, quivering with excitement as it jutted out toward her eager face. It wasn't yet fully erect, but it was close.

"Valerie!"

I hissed at her as I glanced at the other table. My exposed cock finally captured their attention. The pudgy one with thick glasses sitting with her back to the wall gasped.

"Omigod!"

As her pale companion turned toward us, her watery blue eyes grew wide. I could feel the flush of my embarrassment creep across my shoulders as Valerie gave me a few strokes so that I reached my full size. Impishly, she grinned up at me before she addressed our audience.

"He's pretty big, isn't he?"

I was dying inside, but my hard-on twitched eagerly in her grip.

"Valerie! Please!"

"Oh, all right."

Reluctantly, she tucked my throbbing rod back inside my pants, arranging me so that it extended up and out toward my left hip. Reaching inside for one final adjustment, she slowly zipped up my pants just as I heard a pair of voices behind me.

"Hey, Valerie."

"Is this a private party? Or can anyone join?"

The curly haired brunette was still patting the lump in the front of my pants as she answered.

"Ashley, Madison. Have a seat."

She gestured toward the two chairs across the table facing the wall as she tugged on my engorged pole, leading me to a seat beside her.

"Here, Bill. Sit down."

Valerie had to let go of my hard-on so I could sit down, but as soon as I settled, her hand snaked back into my lap and curled around my stiff pole. The two girls at the next table were whispering excitedly as Ashley and Madison sat down. Both newcomers looked expectantly at me, like they were about to burst with a secret they were dying to share. As she started to stroke me beneath the tabletop, my green eyed friend glanced back and forth between the two attractive coeds opposite us.

"Okay, so what's up? You guys look like you just ate a canary.

That sent the attractive blonde into a giggling fit. Her blue eyed companion grinned, watching Valerie's arm flex in rhythm to her steady strokes under the table.

"He's going to be our model."

Valerie didn't miss a beat.

"Really? How so?"

"Ms. Morris said he'll be posing for us in our Advanced Drawing class Thursday."

There was a smirk in the curly haired brunette's voice as she replied.

"So you'll finally get to see him and his big penis. Do you know what costume Ms. Morris is going to have him wear?"

The blush on my face deepened as my breathing grew shallow. Valerie's insistent pumping was having an effect, and I was getting closer to the point of no return. The blonde giggled again as Madison glanced at me.

"I'm not sure, but I'm certain that it will be plenty revealing."

Trying to suppress her excitement, Ashley leaned over the table and whispered.

"I know you're playing with him right now. Is he hard?"

The curly brunette paused, her fingertips light and feathery as they raced up and down the length of my bloated shaft.

"I think so. Would you like to see?"

Aghast, I turned toward her, catching sight over her shoulder at the two brunettes at the next table, speechless as they watched.

"Oh yes!"

"Absolutely!"

With an evil glint in her eye, Valerie looked at me and squeezed.

"Stand up. Let them see you."

Tugging on my hard-on, she helped me struggle to my feet. As I stood there with my face beet red, my swollen cock throbbed inside the tight denim. Valerie let go of my bulge and started to stroke the backs of my thighs. No one said a word, and I swallowed, feeling the blush spread down my neck and across my shoulders. I hadn't noticed it before, but it sure felt hot inside the student center.

"Can we take it out?"

I held my breath, afraid of what Valerie was going to say. She stroked the back of my leg, her fingers edging up between my thighs, tickling my skin. Taking a quick peek at the thickened log pressing eagerly against the front of my cut-offs, she suddenly giggled.

"It would be fun to take it out and play with him, wouldn't it? But l think you may have a chance to do just that on Thursday. I hear Ms. Morris gets pretty familiar with her models."

The smirk on her pretty face was unmistakable. Standing up, she let her fingers trail up between my ass cheeks, pausing to give me a firm squeeze as she continued.

"Let's leave it at that. You can look forward to your class with great anticipation."

Turning to me, she slid her arm around my waist and pushed me forward, around the edge of the table.

"Time to go, Bill. See you girls back at Sig Ep."

As we made our way across the room, I felt as if I were on display, my swollen crotch likely to catch everyone's eye. Fortunately, most of the students were too involved with their own table companions to pay much attention to us. Once we were out of earshot, I whispered to the curly haired brunette.

"What's Sig Ep?"

"Sigma Epsilon. Both Madison and Ashley are sorority sisters."

"Oh."

Another piece to the puzzle.

We were half way across the space when the one of the brunettes who had been at the adjacent table caught up with us, the pale skinned one with the watery blue eyes.

"Excuse me, but is he your boyfriend?"

There was twinkle in Valerie's green eyes as she glanced at me.

"No, he's just a good friend. Why?"

Shuffling her feet, the girl started to stammer. She was tall and slim, not particularly attractive, but with a nicely rounded chest.

"Uh, well - my friend and I. We thought that you might be willing, to ah- to share him."

She still hadn't looked at me, her eyes darting from Valerie's face down to the floor and back. I swallowed heavily, my face still feeling flushed, and my cock fully engorged.

"He's not really available for that just now."

Valerie thought for a moment, then glanced at me and grinned before turning back to the nervous brunette.

"Are you familiar with Sigma Epsilon's annual Halloween in May?"

"I've heard about it. It gets pretty wild, doesn't it?"

"Uh huh. You and your friend will want to come this year. He'll be there."

The tall brunette perked up at that.

"He will? Oh, that's great! Thanks."

And she hurried off to rejoin her table companion, presumably to share the news. I waited until we were all the way outside before asking.

"Halloween in May?"

"Yep. It's still several weeks away. You'll learn more about it as the date gets closer."

She glanced down at the bulge in my pants, still quite swollen.

"Too bad I can't take care of that for you."

And I blushed once more, trying to ignore the students passing by. Gaily, she waved at me as she turned to go.

"Don't forget to study. We don't want you to flunk out now."

As she sauntered off, I admired her shapely ass and realized that she was right. I didn't want to flunk out either, so I hurried back to my dorm room to hit the books. By evening, I was worn-out, and almost missed the e-mail waiting for me from the Phys Ed department.