Chapter 57 Almost All the Way Home #2
I return my attention to her pussy: it is perfect, and I don’t want to waste any time before I can taste it.
I dip my head down again, sliding my tongue from her clit to her core.
I realize I want a better angle, so I lift her legs and place them on my shoulders, mumbling against her pussy.
“Don’t drop your legs from my shoulders, Angel.
” Then I resume my efforts of licking and sucking her into my mouth.
The only sounds in the room are the sounds of my efforts and her little moans of my name.
After I feel like she is ready, I slip one finger into her body, then quickly a second.
She is so fucking tight—I don’t want to hurt her when we have sex.
I know that I need to get her body to at least one orgasm to help make the next part easier.
Annie rewards me a few minutes later with her first orgasm.
Her body goes taunt and her pussy pulses around my fingers as she lets out a loud “DDDRRREEWWW,” and then she lets go of my hair, falling back onto my bed with a look of complete satisfaction across her face.
I lick my lips and clean up my fingers as I stand up.
It’s time to remove the rest of my clothing, so I start untucking my shirt and undoing my buttons.
She watches me undo the buttons until I remove my shirt and throw it in the same direction as my other discarded clothes.
She toes off her heels and stands up next to me with her back facing me.
“I am going to need your help with my zipper,” she says over her shoulder.
I kiss her bare shoulder and zip the dress down, but I’m not greeted with bare skin like the homecoming dress.
Instead, I’m met with a red lace corset covering her back.
I groan, because I know when she turns around, Annie is going to be standing in one hell of a sexy red piece of lingerie.
I can bet that it is probably a matching set to her already discarded thong.
I get the dress fully unzipped, and she lets it fall to the floor in a puddle at her feet before she turns around.
The lingerie is even better than I could imagine.
The lace of the corset is completely see-through, and I can see her nipples peeking out between the mostly transparent pattern.
“You are going to kill me,” I groan, grabbing her neck and pulling her against me into a bruising kiss.
I say, “Bed, Angel,” and point at my bed.
She takes my directions and climbs into my bed facing me.
“Undress, Drew” she says, looking at me.
I follow her orders: removing the tux pants, my boxers, shoes, and socks.
I look over at her watching me. She looks so turned on, and I can’t help feeling some pride at the fact that I’m the one undoing her.
I reach into my nightstand, pulling out the condom.
I place it on the edge closest to my bed, so I know where it is when we are ready.
I join her in my bed, pinning her under me, and she wraps her legs around my hips.
My dick is resting against her clit, and it would take just a move of either of our hips to slip inside of her.
I try to remember that I need to get her worked up again to make this easier for her.
So instead of moving to enter her, I move my lips to hers in a deep kiss and my hand over the raised nipple covered in the thin red fabric.
She moans into our kiss when I rub and pinch her nipple.
I repeat the move on the other nipple in the same pattern.
She is moving her hips in little circles, rubbing the head of my dick against her clit, and I think this is my sign that she is ready and that she wants more.
I’m reaching for the condom when I hear the front door slam shut. I freeze, and so does Annie.
***
My mom’s voice sounds loud in the silence, “I can’t get a hold of Drew.
I’ve texted him and called at least five times, and he isn’t responding,” I can hear a lot of panic in her voice.
“Hun, it’s prom night, he is probably out with his friends.
” I can hear my dad respond. “Don’t hun me, Dan; his brother’s been in a car accident.
We need to leave soon to try to get to the hospital,” Mom says, panic lacing her words.
What the hell did she just say? My brain isn’t keeping track.
“I’m going to look at the location app, then we’ll have to show up at the party and try to find him without making a scene,” Mom says.
I’m still frozen on top of Annie, but she is pushing my chest. “Drew, get up,” she whispers, and I do as I’m told.
Annie scrambles to grab her dress and underwear, and she is already mostly dressed when I register my parents' voices again.
“Dan, it shows his phone is here, why would it show it is here? I know that he had it at prom, he’d sent me that photo when they left,” my mom says before letting out a loud “OOOOHHH.” There is silence downstairs.
I know my parents have figured out that Annie and I are upstairs and probably have an idea of what we could have been doing in the empty house on prom night.
What else could we be doing that would prevent me from caring if my phone existed?
“Drew, get dressed,” Annie says, before throwing my clothing into my lap.
I look down at the pile and realize I’d been sitting on the bed naked, listening to my parents downstairs.
I’m sliding into my pants when a knock sounds at the door.
“Drew, are you in there?" Dad’s voice asks at the door. “Yeah, I’m here,” I respond through the door.
Dad clears his voice, “Son, I’m sorry if I’m interrupting something, but there’s a situation,” he says a little too loud.
“Can I meet you downstairs in like two minutes, Dad?” I reply back.
“Sure, two minutes is fine,” he says, and I can hear his footsteps retreat down the stairs.
I slip my shirt back on and slide the buttons on the shirt closed, then look at Annie.
“I’m sorry we got interrupted.” I stop and run my hand through my hair.
“This isn’t how I saw this going.” She leans into my chest and wraps her arms around me.
There isn’t anything sexual in this hug; she is offering me comfort, and I take it by wrapping my arms around her, too.
She pulls back and gently takes my hand, leading me like earlier in the direction we need to go.
***
When we join my parents in the living room, I can see Mom crying.
Her face is all red and swollen, and Dad’s eyes are bloodshot.
“I heard something about an accident before Dad came up,” I say, offering them a way to start the conversation.
I grip my fingers around Annie’s as Dad says, “Daniel got into an accident at school. Looks like he may have been drinking and driving. He ran his car off the road into a ditch. The hospital says he’s in pretty bad shape, and he’s currently in an induced coma, but he’s stable.
They’d like us to be there in the morning when they run their next round of tests. ”
My mind is spiraling. I’m glad my brother is alive, but he is so fucking stupid for getting behind the wheel drunk again.
Mom breaks the silence of my lack of words with, “Drew, hunny, we have to leave right now if we are going to make it to Nebraska by the morning.” As I’m trying to process, I hear Annie.
“Well, thank goodness no one else was hurt and that Daniel is at the hospital where they can monitor him.” I squeeze her fingers, giving her the only reaction that my body can seem to make.
Finally, my brain starts to form words. “So what do we need to do?” Mom answers quickly, “We need to pack and leave soon. Maybe change into something more comfortable since it’s a long drive.
” “Let me grab a few things, change, and walk Annie home. I can be ready in like ten minutes, will that work?” I ask.
Mom looks relieved that I’m making this so easy, and she walks over and gives me a hug.
Before I can return the hug, she’s pulling Annie in, too, and I wrap my arms around both of them.
“We are so sorry we had to interrupt prom night,” Mom says, releasing us both.
Annie gives my mom another hug, “It’s ok, Mrs. Davis, we’ll have other nights—you all need to focus on getting to Daniel right now.
” Then she releases my mom. Mom gives me a little nod, and Annie and I head back into my room.
***
“Why don’t you change, and I’ll grab some of your stuff for you?
” I scramble to get dressed, and Annie makes her way around my room, grabbing what she thinks I’ll need, including my backpack with my homework and my phone charger from the wall.
When I’m done, I look at Annie. She is sitting on my bed with her knees tucked under her chin, lost in thought.
“Angel, what are you thinking about?” My question startles her.
She moves to stand and then makes her way beside me near the door.
She steps into my arms and lays her cheek against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, and then she whispers, “That our time can be cut short before we’ve ever gotten to be anyone. ”
I place my fingers under her chin and gently tilt it up so our eyes can meet.
“You are somebody to me, Angel, and we’ll have a lot of time to become somebody out there in the world, too.
I am truly sorry about tonight, Annie. I wanted this to play out so differently.
” “Stop apologizing that we didn’t have sex, Drew.
” As she says sex, her face blushes red.
“I’m sure we will find another time and place,” she adds.
I can’t help it: I give her a light kiss and say against her lips, “I can’t wait until then, Angel.
” Then I grab my bags and take them to the car Dad is packing.
I walk Annie to her house, kiss her one last time, and promise to text her in the morning before jumping in the car with my parents to go on an unexpected road trip.