Chapter 42 Under the Lights
-Annie-
It's been dream of a night at homecoming. Dinner is a blast with our friends; we’ve been laughing and sharing little memories to embarrass each other.
Even Kayla and Katie get into some of the jokes.
Tom is the only one a little outside of the conversation, but I think he is so into Meg that he isn’t talking; he looks happy all the same.
We don’t talk about sports unless it comes in the form of Drew sharing the story about the time he wore his very white baseball pants in middle school without underwear, and it rained, and they’d become very transparent.
Or when Luke retells the time he missed a grounder with his glove, causing the ball to crash into his face, and the next week he’d told everyone the bruise was from a ninja fight.
Drew and I are involved in the conversation, but I’m also focused on his fingers brushing my thigh or noticing when his arm is over the back of my chair.
I’m always aware of him and his touches.
***
We eventually make it to the dance, and we goof around and have fun.
I’m sure at least one of our group photos is going to make it into the yearbook.
We dance and have a good time. There’s the normal grinding of hips and line dances that everyone can do, but it’s the slow dances that get my heart racing.
During them, my body is swaying against Drew’s, and I can’t help that my mind drifts to the fact that we are skipping the after-party and going back to his house, his very empty house.
All the messing around we’ve done in his backseat has been in the dark.
The little butterflies that I thought had been resolved have returned, thinking about being alone with him in his house.
I’ve been listening to his steady heart during the last slow song, and it’s been calming, so when he says next to my ear, “You ready to get out of here, Angel?” I’m ready to see what happens when we get under his bedroom lights.
I grab his hand in mine, leading us towards the exit, waving to our friends but not stopping to say goodbye.
***
Drew drives his car straight into the empty side of his garage, then hops out and opens the door for me.
“The vehicle has successfully reached the hideout,” he says in his best sidekick impression.
I take his offered hand, and he pulls me into a kiss and shuts the door of the car.
We enter the house, and he leads me up the stairs.
We stop at the first door on the left, and he opens it for me, but he doesn’t enter.
He stops at the threshold, letting me be the first to enter his room.
“After you, Angel,” he says and it’s so like Drew to give me one more choice, one more stopping point before we start the next moment together.
“Well, thank you, Dimples. I think I will,” I say as I step through the open door into his room.
I’m sure he’s cleaned up in preparation for tonight, because his room is spotless, and the bed is made.
“Did you clean for me, Dimples?” I tease him.
“Next time you’ll get to see it like normal, but today I wanted to impress you, Angel,” he says, leaning against the door frame.
I take in the pictures of his life that decorate his walls.
A lot of Little League team photos are featured.
He also has a board decorated with some more recent pictures of our friend group taken last year at the semi-final football game.
I try not to get hung up on the fact that his arm is wrapped around Meg's shoulder rather than my own, and I make my eyes move on. Then I land on our back-to-school photo my mom took and the one from the party, where I’m looking at him, smiling, and my heart and mind settle.
I move around the space and make it to the window, realizing he looks out on our backyards.
I pull the blinds shut, blocking the view of my house.
I turn and finally look at his bed, but I don’t sit down.
Instead, I walk back to Drew, wrapping my hands on either side of his handsome face, and pull him into his room and into a searing kiss.
Drew’s hands wrap around my ass, and before I know it, he is lifting me, and I’m wrapping my legs around his hips.
We are moving, kissing, and then we are falling and kissing.
We land on his bed, and he moves his hands from my ass to break the fall and to stop all of his weight from landing on me.
But my hands aren't worried about catching me; they have made their way to his hair. I’m using them to fuse his lips to mine.
I realize he is still holding up half of his weight with his arms because they aren’t on my body, and I pull his face away from mine by tugging his hair just enough to say against his lips, “Touch me.” I quickly return my lips to his, and finally his hands are on me, his weight pushing me further into the mattress.
I move my hands from his hair to his red tie, and I start trying to figure out how to take it off, but I’m having no luck.
I think I make an annoyed sound, because Drew is laughing against my lips.
He pulls back and his hands join mine, making a quick jerking motion.
Creating a big enough loop to slip his head through, he pulls his head down, and I pull the tie off and throw it onto the floor.
The first clothing has been discarded, but I'm hoping it’s not the last of the night to decorate his bedroom floor.
He makes like he is going to start to unbutton his shirt, and I say, “Stop, I want to do it,” and brush his hands away from the buttons.
He wraps his arm around my waist and flips our position.
Now, I’m the one on top. It will be easier to undo the buttons, and I start to make my way down his chest. I kiss my way along the skin I’m exposing, one button at a time, until I reach the top of his pants.
His chest is fully on display. I sit up a little and look over all the tight muscles I’ve been touching in the dark.
He is so hot, his shirt open, looking at me like I’m the sexiest girl he’s ever seen.
My hands find his belt and release it, then slide the button of his slacks through the loop.
Finally, I slide down the zipper. I look up, and Drew is watching every move I make, like it's the most interesting thing he has ever seen. I feel bold with his eyes on me. I move to the end of the bed and say, while moving my hand in a back-and-forth motion towards his body, “Off, Drew. I want them all off.” He blinks a few times, as if he isn’t sure what I want off.
I can see the moment it clicks and that dimple appears.
He rolls himself to standing and makes quick work of the shirt, then slides his pants and boxers down to the floor and steps out of them.
His dick springs out, and I can’t help but make a small noise in the back of my throat, because he is hard and big.
At least the biggest I’ve seen. I may not have had sex, but I’ve given a few hand jobs and a few blow jobs, and I know he is bigger than anyone I’ve been with.
I know I’m staring as he kicks off his slacks.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been staring before I hear him chuckle and say, “Annie, my eyes are up here.” I run my eyes back up his abs and chest to his eyes.
“You,” I point at the open spot on the bed.
“There.” He does as I’ve asked, and before he is even settled back on the bed, fully naked, I’ve climbed between his knees and wrapped my hands and lips around his dick.