The Black Dancer

You're dancing with Peter, captain of the football team and conqueror of the entire cheerleading squad, when another girl cuts in. She's oriental, you can't tell from where, and has her shiny black hair cut short in the back triangling down to tips at the front. You've seen the look before, but what's unusual is that she's wearing the exact same style of dress as you and your friends, except hers is glossy black to match her hair and slit up the left side versus yours on the right. You immediately dislike her, and the two of you begin a dance that might be seduction and might be fencing.

"You must be Ariana; I've been looking for you and your friends." She does a forward step that makes you pull back.

"I don't think we've met; do you even go to our school?" You swing your hips and she narrowly dodges.

"Does it matter?" She does a bust thrust that makes her breasts momentarily brush yours.

"So what name do you give the guys when you suck their dicks?" You do a spin and caress her hip with the back of your hand.

"I don't, but you..." she flips the lit in your dress, momentarily revealing half your ass to the other dancers, "can call me Zyla; Zyla Omega."

You lean in and press nose to nose and forehead to forehead with her. "That sounds like a name from a comic book."

She pulls you in at the waist and you can feel her pussy and yours rubbing lightly through the cloth. "Yes it does; doesn't it, Green Dancer?"

You try to back away but her ankle behind yours makes that impossible without tripping. She kisses you hard and you can feel her... forked? ...tongue exploring your mouth.

"Girls?" Miss Henderson's voice throws cold water on the action. Normally you only see her in her gym-teacher sweats; right now she's in a cream-coloured dress that only reinforces her first place position on the 'teachers the whole class would like to fuck' list. She gently guides the two of you apart and turns to you.

"Ariana, I know you're a growing girl with growing... urges, but the dance floor is not the place to satisfy them."

No, I'm thinking behind the equipment shed with your lips sucking my cunny. But you say, "Sorry, Miss Henderson."

The music switches to a slow tune and you quickly grab her and pull her close.

"Ariana!"

"You broke up my dance, you're my partner for this one. Don't worry, no making out." Yet.

You hold your hot teacher close for the dance but you can't enjoy it as much as you should. Who was that oriental girl? Why was she dressed like you? And why did she say Green Dancer like it was a name?