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bodies together, writhing, making out like the future of the world depended on the swapping of their spit.
    My left heel burned intensely and it started to throb. Both shoes were pinching my toes. It was hard to stand and keep pace with Bobby’s shuffling. Why hadn’t I broken the shoes in? I thought.
    I looked around at some of the other girls’ feet. They all still wore their shoes. Not a single one of them was barefoot.
    I was too entangled in Bobby’s arms, and we were spinning too quickly for me to stop and look at my aching heel. I couldn’t risk looking like a weirdo by being the only barefoot girl in the room. Besides, Bobby was too tall for me as it was.
    This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go.
    I panicked. I stared at Bobby’s black tie as we spun in place and concentrated on the song. I tried to push the pain from my mind. There was only about thirty seconds to go and then I could go sit down.
    Bobby went rigid and stopped moving. I looked up at him in confusion. He had a rascally look in his hazel eyes and a huge impish grin on his face. Suddenly, his tongue was in my mouth and his hands were groping my back. I squirmed in his grasp and grabbed his neck tighter as the back of my shoe dug into my aggravated, swollen heel.
    I felt something burst and a sudden relief from pain. Bobby’s tongue was no longer the only moist thing I felt. Having been rubbed raw, my heel had reached its breaking point; warm droplets of blood soaked through my pantyhose and oozed down the back of my shoe.
    I didn’t tell Bobby I was hurt and bleeding. I couldn’t—my mouth was busy. And my body was numb from the erotic combination of pleasure and pain. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t need to speak. The estrogen swirling in my body told him everything I needed to convey.
    The song ended and we broke loose from our lip-lock.
    Bobby’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s take a walk.”
    It was time. This was the moment I was waiting for. It had come sooner than anticipated, but that was okay. Now I wouldn’t have to wait as long.
    I didn’t have time to look at my heel or take off my shoes. Bobby grabbed my hand and pulled me to the exit door at the back of the gymnasium. As I limped behind him in pain, I looked around the room. No one was watching us; no one saw us leaving. Bobby opened the door wide enough for us to slip out, and then pushed it closed gently behind him.
    The door led out to the rear parking lot. There were a few cars. To our right was a grassy area that ran the length of the back brick wall of the building. The wall ended in a dark corner where it met another brick wall.
    Bobby pointed to the shadowy corner. “Back there.”
    I kicked off my shoes into the grass. There was just enough light where we stood for me to see the hole in the heel of my pantyhose and a bloody scab beginning to form over the blister. Bobby walked beside me as I limped through the grass. We reached our shadowy hiding spot and I collapsed onto my back with a huff. Bobby loomed over me, a look of piteous desire on his face.
    I sat up to remove my pantyhose. Bobby took off his suit jacket, threw it in the grass behind him, and crouched down next to me. Strands of hair had come loose from my hair clip and hung in my face. There was no doubt I had blades of grass stuck in the tangled mess. I must have looked so pathetic, a young, innocent girl trying to play the role of a sexy, experienced woman.
    But Bobby bought it. He gently pushed me down and bore all his weight on top of me. The grass tickled the back of my bare knees and elbows. He kissed my lips and wriggled his tongue around in my mouth. I forced my dress up to my waist and opened my legs for him to sink in closer. The coldness of his belt buckle collided with the warmth of my lower abdomen. I squirmed with anxious longing. I no longer felt the pain in my heel. It had been replaced with intense desire.
    He kissed my neck and exposed shoulders. His pelvis drove into me.
    I