He was a rather ordinary young man, 5′ 7″, slim but fit. He liked the outdoors, and hiked year round, paddled in the summer, skiing in the winter, both alpine and cross country. He was a loner, and very shy around girls. Girls intimidated him, especially the pretty ones. He couldn’t speak to them, he either stammered or just clammed up in fear. Girls in packs like you get in high school were especially bad. When he tried to talk to one of them the others giggled or made snarky comments, causing him to freeze up. It was awful. So it was easier for him to just avoid the embarrassment and stay away from them.
First day of class for final term was in January, and just after lunch period, he found the dance studio, which was tucked away between the auditorium and the cafeteria. He never suspected that this space was back here. There were 8 students in the class, the other 7 being girls. Their teacher, Ms Wright, told them they were lucky, one fewer student would have meant the class being cancelled. 8 was the minimum the school board set for class size. She laughingly told David that he was going to be very popular in this class since he was the only male partner. The girls all giggled, and made oohs and aahs. He turned bright red with embarrassment. Pretty girls were his kryptonite, and this class was full of them. The curriculum was going to cover everything from Medieval to Ballroom to Jazz to Interpretive dance. Everyone was expected to wear tights and dance slippers.
“Wait, tights? Seriously? No way!” said David. That was a deal breaker for sure. He’d be teased literally to death wearing tights in front of these girls.
“Yes, everyone, seriously. The girls too, and most of you will have to put your hair up, Sammi and David yours is fine. If anyone wants to drop out of this class it will mean the rest of the students are also out, as the class would be too small and they will cancel it.”
He was going to get Ms Wright to sign off on dropping the class, as he really didn’t need it, but the girls all pestered him to please stay, as they really wanted this class, and they needed to have 8 people. One of the girls, Janet, took him by the hand and said “Look, all of us will be wearing the same thing, so it’s ok right?” She was a really pretty girl, and the other six were just as nice looking. Suddenly wearing tights didn’t sound so bad, not if he was going to be seeing this group of foxes every day, dressed in skin tight clothes. And he would be dancing with them. ‘Ok maybe this’ll be all right’, he thought. And the last-drop-day was 2 weeks away so he could still ditch the class if he had to.
Ms Wright spent the rest of the first class teaching them proper stretching exercises, something they would have to do every day. “When you get to class each day, please change immediately and get started on your stretches. Instruction will begin at 5 past, and we’ll finish 10 minutes before the bell, enough time to change before leaving. That gives us a half an hour to dance. See you all tomorrow! Oh, and David, you’ll also need a dance belt, it’s like an athletic supporter for dancing.” The girls all giggled at that, and David turned bright red again. Great, he thought, I gotta wear a codpiece now. That’s Medieval for sure.
The next day the girls all had their tights, as did David. There were two small dressing rooms and Ms Wright had taped a “Men” sign to one of the doors, and “Ladies” on the other. There was only room for two at a time in the tiny dressing rooms so as soon as David was done two of the girls went in there. Ms Wright laughed and wrote in sharpie “Mostly” above “Men”.
“Hurry up people, finish stretching so we can start dancing!”
She ran them through their stretches and about 2 minutes into them, she said “Mr Grant please stop ogling the ladies.” David turned beet red and tried to keep his eyes off the girls after that. “And ladies, please stop teasing Mr Grant. He was trying to follow the lesson.” Seven girls dressed in skin tight outfits posing in such interesting positions was something new for David. He could see that dance class was going to be a favourite of his. Thoughts of dropping this class vanished with the sight of all these luscious curves. They were amazing!
Their first couple of weeks were medieval dance, almands, bransles, and English country dances. They were introduced to the various steps and the music. The girls found out that David was an excellent dancer, but they had to take turns dancing the male parts to keep the sets even. David himself was surprised at how easy and fun this was. He’d never learned to dance before so this was all new to him. He also found that it was easier to ignore the desirable young ladies when he was concentrating on the steps. That kept him from having constant embarrassing and uncomfortable boners, although he was always half-hard through most of the class. Proximity to these beauties tended to have that effect on him.
The best thing was that constant exposure to the girls, and their pleasant acceptance of him, was alleviating his nervousness around them. He could look them in the eye, talk to them, and even better, they would actually talk to him. They were really nice when they were outside the weird stupid high school social setup, and they were fun to be around. And very easy on the eyes too!
The one girl that drew his attention the most was Emily Chang. Tall, svelte, raven haired, oriental beauty, Emily. Something about her just hit every part of his libido in a way that could not be ignored. She was tall, taller than him, and had the most amazing smile. She was also really direct and outspoken, with a sharp intellect and a quick wit. Outside this class he would never have been able to approach her at all. Then there was Emily’s best friend Ruthanne Smith, the short blonde girl that every guy at school drooled over. David was no different, he thought she was absolutely beautiful. The rest of the girls were also quite pretty, but to him, those two were incredible!
A few weeks went by and they finished the Medieval and Renaissance forms, then started on classical ballroom dancing. There was much more close contact between partners now, and David had to focus even more on the dance rather than the dancer to keep from having a constant erection. But all too often he had his hands or arms full of curvaceous, skimpily dressed teenage girls. It was at the same time both awesome and terrifying.
By this time the girls had noticed something interesting about David. When he turned his dark eyes on them they felt like he was all there, that there was nothing, absolutely nothing else, but HER in his vision. A lot of this was due to his eyes being so dark a brown as to be nearly black. It looked like he was all pupil, like he was fixated on them. And it didn’t feel like how other guys looked at them, with lust and lasciviousness, David’s looks felt like appreciation and admiration. It made the girls feel good to be seen that way. He always tried to look them in the eyes, because anywhere else meant seeing something that would cause an embarrassing boner, which was totally obvious in tights despite the dance belt. The girls definitely noticed the fact he looked them in the eyes, not their tits, like just about every other guy they met.
David was also polite and respectful to them. He didn’t grope them like most guys would in his place. He didn’t leer at them or make sexual innuendos. He was genuinely nice. And they discovered that he could be gently teased into the cutest reactions. So they made sure he got an eyeful once in a while. The girls also appreciated his physique, slim with well defined muscles but not overdone like the football jocks. And he didn’t tower over them, they could look eye to eye as they danced, and those eyes! They were so dreamy and intense!
They kept showing off to him, flashing him, especially during the warm-up stretches, but still mindful of the teacher, who would chastise them if she caught them teasing David. Two of the girls stopped wearing underwear beneath their tights and he was now seeing literally everything they had, every day. It was really difficult to concentrate when he saw that, but he did his best to keep up with the program. When the others noticed the two girls going commando, and the show David was getting, they discussed it whilst changing after class.
Sammi and Janet had decided that he was prime boyfriend material, and they wanted him to notice them. Once this was pointed out, all the girls realized that David was actually a really nice guy, and they could (and generally did) do far worse as far as boyfriends were concerned. They all decided to go commando from now on and see what he would do, even the ones with boyfriends joined in. David’s shyness kept him from being forward at all, but those smouldering dark looks he gave them made the girls weak at the knees. And he was fun to tease, as he tried desperately to hide his erections, and the girls enjoyed his discomfiture perhaps a bit too much.
Ms Wright told them one day that she would be leaving the classroom as soon as the dancing instruction finished, instead of waiting around for everyone to change and leave. “The fine arts class has started doing oils, and the easels have to stay up all the time, so my art history class has been moved to another room for the next 3 weeks. And of course it’s as far from here as possible, the other end of the bloody school, so I need time to get there and set up. Can I trust you all to lock up the room when you leave?” They all agreed that they would take care of locking up when the last person left. Sammi and Janet exchanged looks and smiled. They were the commando instigators and now they had an opportunity for even more shenanigans.