Once A Girl Dances To Van Halen

 

 

 

 

Misti was twelve years old and dancing in her magical bedroom in Monahans, Texas. The bedroom was magical because her Virgo stepdad had created it from the garage. There was cream colored carpet on the floor and a full size bed with a wicker headboard. There was a vanity where Misti could sit and brush her long black hair and apply gloss to her lips. But the most magical thing of all was the mirrored closet. Misti's favorite thing to do was to put on her striped one piece bathing suit and pop in a cassette and dance in front of the mirror until she was dripping sweat. 

So it was summertime in Monahans, Texas and Misti was dripping sweat in her bathing suit, dancing in front of the mirror to "Panama" by Van Halen, her favorite band. Misti loved to watch David Lee Roth strut around on MTV. She fantasized about David Lee Roth kidnapping her from school (Sudderth Elementary) and fucking her like a hurricane on his tour bus. Misti had heard that it hurt like a motherfucker having your cherry popped but she anticipated the pain.

Suddenly, magically David Lee Roth appeared in his red spandex unitard that showed off his profusion of golden chest hair and bulging cock. When Misti saw David Lee Roth in the mirror she stopped dancing. He approached Misti, picked her up and threw her on the bed. Misti gasped. Was her dream coming true?

"Once a girl dances to Van Halen she's ready for the rock hard cock," David Lee Roth intoned.
"But David Lee Roth...I'm a...a virgin! And I still believe in Jesus!" Misti cried out.
"That's okay, baby. I got a three inch cock so you won't feel a thing. And Jesus is a fairy tale. I'm Jewish."