Cousin Helena

I walked through the door of my high school fully convinced that this was going to be one of the worst nights of my life. Carla had linked arms with me, which I mostly guessed was to prevent me from escaping. I found that I had adjusted to walking in heels fairly quickly, I stumbled with the occasional step, but I was quickly getting the hang of it. The group of us entered the cafeteria, which had been temporarily converted into the home of the school dance.

The moment I was dreading was at hand. Ms Holmes greeted all the students as they entered the cafeteria. She was wearing a long-sleeved, strapless black cocktail dress that showed off a generous amount of cleavage. I managed to drag my eyes away from her chest as she began to greet me.

“Who is this? I don't recognise you as a student here.” She asked me.

Thankfully, before I could speak, Carla answered for me. “This is my cousin Helena, she is visiting from out of town. I didn't want to leave her home alone, so I thought I would bring her along with us.”

Ms Holmes looked at me, there was a moment when I thought there was a glimmer of recognition when she replied. “Have a good night, girls. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.” She told us.

Our teacher had been distracted by my appearance and didn't notice what Carla was wearing to the dance at first.

“That's certainly a bold look, Carla.” Ms Holmes commented.

“I thought I would try something different this year.” She replied.

Carla frogmarched me into the cafeteria hall with Katherine and Rebecca following behind. “Cousin Helena?” I asked.

“Do you think I was going to let tonight's fun end that easily?” She growled.

Our group settled in one corner. Michael and Rebecca went over to the food service to gather drinks for everyone. I could see there looked to be fruit punch and a selection of soft drinks. Nothing alcoholic, of course. I could see that Mr Kenny was also chaperoning and patrolling the room, making sure that everyone was having nothing but wholesome fun. I wasn't currently having wholesome fun, but trying to escape and get the attention of a teacher would just make things worse.

I could feel eyes burning into me as I saw that Lyndsay was just staring. His expression on his face just told me he only had one question, which was what the fuck? Eventually he got over his confusion to ask.

“For a start, I can't believe I'm looking at one of my best friends and thinking he really looks hot. But why am I even seeing this in the first place? “

“I'll tell you later. “ I tried attempting to change the subject.

“Tell me now.” He said sternly

“I got caught sneaking a look at the girls,” I told him, trying to keep my voice low.

“Well, maybe you shouldn't have been looking then.” Lyndsay chastised.

“Fuck you, dude. You perve on Miss Woods in every class.” I replied.

“Oh yeah. As if I'm so alone in that, aren't I.” Lyndsay retorted.

I did not have any further response to this, but thankfully at that point Michael and Rebecca had returned. I was handed a glass of fruit punch. By the time we had got here, the dance was in full swing. A medley of pop hits was playing, and many of my fellow students were already dancing. I downed my drink.

I felt Rebecca's hands on me. “ Come dance with me.”

I knew that protesting was completely pointless and let her lead me onto the dance floor. The crowd was heaving, and I could make out a few other people from the school I knew, like Evelyn, the cute Chinese American girl in my maths class, and I could see Florian, one of the jocks from the football team, dancing with one of the cheerleaders.

“Eyes on me,” Rebecca told me.

I looked her in the eyes. She placed my hands on her hips and looped her arms around my neck. She swayed with me gently to the rhythm of the song that was playing. I was hoping that she was dancing slowly so I could keep up while wearing heels.

“You are still on the shit list, but at least you can dance.”

“I'm surprised I've not broken an ankle in these already.”

She grinned evilly. “There is only one person to blame.”

We danced for a few more minutes before the situation I was dreading happened. One of the guys from the football team came over and asked Rebecca if he could cut in.

“Sure, Greg. This is Carla's cousin Helena. She's a little shy but really sweet.” Rebecca told him, secretly taunting me.

Rebecca stepped aside. Greg placed his hands on my hips, and I thought it safest to place my hands around his neck. Greg was taller than me and quite stocky. He had the beginnings of what looked to be really terrible facial fuzz coming in. He stared directly into my face, and I breathed a sigh of relief when he seemed to be taken in by the makeover the girls had given me earlier.

“Hey, sweetie. I thought you looked really cute and just had to ask for a dance.” Greg told me.

I tried to soften my voice as much as possible, trying to give my voice an edge of falsetto.

“Hi.... Greg. Nice to meet you.” I stammered.

Thankfully, the music masked much of the imperfection in my voice, so he appeared to believe that I was this cute, shy girl. Then we started dancing. The tempo of the current song was quicker than when I had been dancing with Rebecca. We started moving quicker and I attempted as much as possible to keep up with Greg in my heels. Then the awkward thing happened as we danced Greg slipped his hands down lower and lower onto my ass.

I was at this point fairly conflicted on the one hand, I was fairly mortified at being felt up by another guy, although it was a compliment in its own weird little way. On the other hand, it would be really embarrassing if he ever learned the truth. Sure, it would likely lead to me getting a beating, but I that is one I would take gladly if I got to reveal this.

At this point, I saw Michael approaching the pair of us.

“Hey, can I get a dance with my friend's cousin?” He asked Greg.

Greg looked reluctant to let go of the hottie he was currently swinging around the dance floor but took his hands off me.

“Sure, bud. I suppose I can't hog her all night.” Greg advised.

Greg moved away, and I lost sight of him among the crowd of other students. I placed my arms around my friend's neck, and he lightly gripped my waist with his friends.

“As funny as it is, watching you suffer. I did notice he was getting a little handsy so I thought I would save you.” Michael told me.

“Lyndsay told you, didn't he?” I asked.

“Yeah. I'm still finding it funny what they did, but I think I would have done the same if I were you.” He confessed.

We danced for a while to maintain appearances before eventually splitting and returning to our group of friends. As I walked back through the crowd, I'm sure I felt multiple pairs of hands grabbing my ass as I walked past.

“Did you have a nice dance, Helena?” Carla asked.

“Oh yeah, Greg really knows how to bust a groove out on the floor,” I replied sarcastically.

“I was disappointed Michael stepped in.” Katherine joined in.

“I was so hoping he was going to try to slip his hands into your dress.” Carla taunted. “Do you want me to get Greg’s number for you?”

Rebecca came over looking less angry than she was earlier. “I heard some people talking about an after-party at Danielle's house.”

“We could go up to the lake. That would be cool.” Carla suggested.

I was happy enough going along with either decision. Before I could say anything, and I doubted I had a vote anyway with my current standing tonight, the girls wanted to hit the dance floor one last time before we left. At this point, I was embracing what I was wearing and joined them. I was watching Rebecca mostly and was trying to mimic her movements as much as possible. I became quite keenly aware that the eyes of many men were on me.

We danced for several more numbers before the group had decided they had enough. Nobody had come to any particular decision on what we were doing next, and I was happy to go along with what ever was decided.