Chapter 57 Almost All the Way Home
-Drew-
Senior prom is here, and all of us guys are following the same patterns as last year.
We have our tuxes in my room, and right now we are watching the baseball game in the living room.
“Man, you could be up there on that TV in a few years,” Craig comments from beside me.
“Don’t forget me when you make it. I expect all the perks of being one of the best friends to the starting SS,” pipes in Luke.
“We will see, man. It would be fucking cool to be on that field, and Luke, man, I’ll make sure I get you some good seats and maybe get us into the VIP section at the club,” I reply to my friends.
“I expect bottle service, just saying,” says Luke.
“Do you even know what bottle service is?” asks Craig.
“It seems important in all the movies, so I declare now that we need it,” responds Luke.
“Has Coach said anything about the scouts at the last game?” Craig asks.
“Yeah, he told me he’s had inquiries about my work ethic off the field and some overall readiness-type questions,” I tell the guys.
“I signed an agent to represent me last week. It’s weird to think I need an agent,” I say.
It makes it all feel real. “It’s going to happen, man, I just know it.
I’ll be able to say I knew Drew Davis before he was famous, and I can tell them about all your wild ways in high school,” Luke says, laughing.
“Yeah, what wild stories are you thinking about?” I laugh, joking back with him now.
“Oh, I mean he had us half naked at a girls’ soccer game,” he adds.
“Oh man, I’ll have to get my agent to bury that story for sure.
” I’m laughing, because I’ve been the opposite of a wild guy this last year.
Between trying to do all these extra workouts to be ready for the draft and the distraction of Annie, I’ve been mostly a homebody, and I’m not complaining.
***
Annie Campbell
We are ready when you boys are
Drew
We just grabbed the corsages
Annie Campbell
You got the purple one right?
Drew
Oh man, I got RED
Annie Campbell
I guess I can work with that, get over here
Mom has already gotten like 1,000 photos of us girls
Looking up from my phone, I say, “We better go and save the girls, but prepare yourselves, men: stretch your facial muscles, because we ride into the throes of battle with a camera-wielding mother.” Everyone laughs, and we head out the door to Annie’s.
The girls are on the porch stairs, smiling down at Annie’s mom, who is wielding her dangerous camera.
I have to catch my breath when I get to focus on Annie because damn, she is still the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.
In that red dress, she is drop-dead gorgeous.
She looks like that character in that weird ’80s rabbit detective movie, but with blonde hair.
“You guys join the girls on the steps,” Annie’s mom says from her position behind the camera.
I walk up the stairs to Annie, and I swear, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. She is going to kill me, and I’m just looking at her.
I open the box with the corsage in it and take it out, placing it on her offered arm.
I step closer and give her red lips a peck.
“You’re gorgeous, but I have to ask, will that rub off?
” I tap my finger gently against her red bottom lip.
“Well, you're pretty handsome yourself, Dimples. The package said it was kiss-proof.” She smiles at me and winks. “I think we should test if that’s true,” I whisper against her ear, so all the parents don’t hear.
“I think we can arrange that,” she whispers back.
We are interrupted with, “Everyone look over here and say cheese.”
***
We do all the staples of prom night, from the limo ride to singing along to all our favorite party songs.
We eat at the fancy restaurant like we belong, dressed in all our best outfits.
When we arrive at the prom, we do the typical poses before heading to the digital photo booth.
Annie picks the props, giving me the fake baseball hat, and she does a little princess crown.
We hit the dance floor, and we don’t leave for what feels like hours.
I have a blast with our friends laughing and dancing.
I’ve also enjoyed looking at Annie. I still can’t get over how hot she looks in this red dress, and I want to run my hand up that slit.
Every slow song, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me.
This feels like homecoming but better; maybe it’s because I love her now.
I think I was falling in love with her then and hadn’t called it that at the time, but this right here, with her head on my chest…
I realize I can’t see a future without her, and I vow to myself that I never will.
The music changes back to a pop song, and we dance until we agree it’s time to leave early, and we climb back into the limo.
We are calmer on the drive home, all of us couples snuggled up and sharing touches.
Between kisses, easy conversations flow, and jokes are made.
The difference from last year is that the girls have arranged for us to be dropped off at our stops.
Each couple will get themselves to and from the after-party.
It’s just Meg, Tom, Annie, and I when we stop in front of my house.
“See you tomorrow,” Meg says to us as we start to get out of the limo.
“You're not going to the party?” I ask. “Oh, we are going to the party. It’s you, lover boy not making it to the party,” Meg says to me and winks.
***
I shut the door to the limo, saying to Annie, “That was weird. Why would Meg think we aren’t going to the party?
” I turn towards Annie, seeing a pretty pink flush on her cheeks.
My mind makes a snap realization. All the pieces fall into place: why we’d come home early from prom, why Annie had asked my parents to chaperone at prom during the last time slot.
My Annie, my seemingly innocent girlfriend, had given us a very large window of time with an empty house to use to do whatever we wanted.
Sex pops into my head. I haven’t been trying to rush her to have sex—I’ve sworn to myself that I wouldn’t pressure her, so I haven’t brought it up, waiting for her to want to and bring up that she was ready.
So, I’ve waited, and waited, and waited, and all this time I was thinking she wasn’t ready when really, she’d been plotting to seduce me.
I walk over to my blushing girlfriend and murmur, “Are you planning to seduce me, Angel?” She bites her red lower lip and replies, “Yes, actually I am, Dimples.” Then, she grabs my hand, and we head towards my house.
I use the code and let us in. She pulls me through the door and into the house.
She is focused on getting us to our final destination; she isn’t stripping this time.
I know we both don’t need any repeat interruptions, and I know that Daniel is in Nebraska, hours and hours away from ruining this night.
***
She isn’t running, but she is moving quickly in her heels up the stairs, still pulling me along behind her.
She doesn’t wait for me to open my bedroom door: she swings the door open and enters my room.
I’m ushered to the bed where she slips out of my hands.
“Just a second,” she says and walks back to my door, clicking the lock.
“Before we do what I planned to do tonight, can you confirm you have condoms in this room?” she asks, her cheeks going another shade darker.
“I do indeed have condoms in this room, Angel, but before I get them, I need to make sure you want this,” I tell her.
I need her to say it out loud, because I think it will kill me if we start this time and we don’t make it all the way home.
She starts walking towards me and says, “Drew Davis, make love to me already.” She is standing between my legs in that sexy-as-sin dress as her last word finishes.
My dick has never been so excited. I don’t say anything, I run my fingers up that sexy slit.
I look up and see that she is watching the path of my fingers.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” I say as I dip my face to the skin at the top of the slit and kiss it. She shivers.
I grab her hips, changing our position. She is now the one sitting on the edge of my bed, and I’m standing between her legs.
I remove the tux jacket, vest, and tie, throwing them at my chair, and then I get on my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing?” she breathes. “I’m going to be a gentleman and make you orgasm, Angel,” I say against her exposed thigh.
I kiss my way up her thigh, pulling up the red material of her dress as I go.
I finally get to my final destination, and I’m greeted by a red scrap of lace covering her pussy from me.
“These look new,” I murmur before I suck them and her clit into my mouth.
Her hands go directly into my hair, and an “Oh” leaves her red lips.
I release both her clit and the fabric and then dip my fingers into the straps of the thong, pulling them down her legs.
She lifts her high-heeled feet to help me remove them.