A wild hot girl appears??

When they got me down, Louis crowned me an actually heavy crown that kept falling from my head, but he demanded I’d wear it throughout the party. Guys and a lot of girls were getting closer to congratulate me, but the girl I carried inside followed me out of the trophy room.

“Hi, stud! I'm Lana, I'm the one that dragged you to the competition.” She introduced herself while I was still regaining my breath, leaned against a wall in the hallway.

“Hi... Sorry about that... I didn't know... how much time... I had left.” I said panting.

“Nothing to be sorry about. So…” She scanned my up and down. “Got someone to enjoy the private room with?”

I tried standing up straight, stunned by her smooth move at me and I laughed, tilting my head to the left. Still, I tried to breathe, but I felt air was failing to actually get into my lungs.

“Is it hot in here?” I tugged my shirt and shook it to vent myself.

“It really is!” She said with a soft voice, coming forward at me and placing both her tiny arms on top of my shoulders, sliding to my pecs. “Come on, I'll take you somewhere less crowded.”

I followed her, feeling dizzy as hell. I was a living ball of hot fire. I didn’t even pay attention to where she was taking me, when she locked the door behind us. I sat down on the first thing I found inside the dark room, and she went to open the curtains and the window, to get air circulating in the room. I felt my chest was really heavy.

She came towards me with a towel and started drying my face, leaning into me. Her top was really low–cut and a straight guy would pay millions to be in my position right there. I realized the situation I was getting in and decided to talk to her, but words failed me. I actually noticed I had a growing hard on and my pants weren't helping hide it. Did I actually get aroused by a chick?

I stopped the movements she was making with the towel in my face, grabbed her hand and tried to get myself up from the couch, but she took it as an invitation to make out with me. She quickly mounted my lap before I could form an actual phrase and got me by surprise. I didn’t stop her.

Her lips were soft, her hands were gentle brushing the hair from my neck up to the top of my head, her fingers curling on it. Kissing her made me feel a light autumn breeze cooling down my body and I realized I was so gay as I noted this straight kiss description in my head. But still, it was the first time I was having a girl and I was virtually enjoying her soft lips. I noticed she began to move herself on top of me, pressing against the tent formed in my pants and I put both my hands on her hips to push her away from me, trying to break the trance I was on. In response, she took one of my hands and rested it in her ass to continue her grinding. I missed feeling another hard round stick pressuring my cock in the middle of a making out, because I’m freaking gay!