17. Dominic
DOMINIC
T hroughout all my years since high school, I never expected to have a do-over for the prom I missed.
Also, I never expected to buy a bunch of beer for teenagers and leave it in my fridge for them to enjoy at the after-after-prom party.
Nor had I expected to run the world’s longest electric cable along my back fence to string up “fairy lights” so the creek wouldn’t be too dark for the kids.
Este, the creative one, had decorated the fence with balloons and paper orbs containing sparkly lights.
Este and a couple of other mothers had hired a team of hair and makeup professionals to prepare the girls for prom.
Reed and her closest friends—Sam, Daisy, Karissa, Mia, and Alana—all got ready together.
Este spent hours making little flower crowns to wear in their hair when it was professionally styled, and they all looked adorable.
After hours of getting ready, Este and I took photos of them and their various dates on her staircase, outside in front of her flower garden, and in front of the limo when it arrived.
They took off in the limo to the fancy hotel in a posh neighboring suburb for a catered dinner, while Este and I ate at home.
We didn’t want to steal anyone’s thunder, so she wore an understated black satin dress with what she calls a sweetheart neckline—all I know is it makes her boobs look incredible.
I’m in a simple black suit with a purple tie because it’s Este’s favorite color, and I’ve gotten her a beautiful purple corsage for her hand, just for the hell of it. She deserves every good thing.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Este whispers as we stand to the side and watch the teenagers do their first slow dance of the night.
She’s already gotten teary-eyed a few times, talking about how grown Reed is, and how old she feels in comparison.
I can’t say I disagree. It feels like forever since I’ve been in high school, and I never did go to my prom.
This feels like the universe giving me a do-over.
We make our rounds, taking photos of the couples who got ready together at the house today, and snap some others to send to the yearbook staff.
Este tells me all about how she used to help put together her high school yearbooks as a fast song by Beyoncé comes on, and all the girls seem to know the particular dance that goes along with it.
Este laughs as Reed finds her and yanks her out to the dance floor with her girlfriends. They surround her as she dances along with the kids, and I take a video of them.
By nine, I’ve kicked out two drunk kids—one boy who was feeling up on a very unwilling girl (and threatened to call the cops on him)—and taken so many videos of the kids that the memory on my phone is rapidly approaching its limit.
The music essentially rotates between the three queens—Taylor, Beyoncé, and Billie. I’ve shared a few slow dances with my girl under the sparkling lights and disco ball. It’s better than any prom could have been in high school, since I finally have the right woman in my arms.
We’re currently swaying to a song that must be called “This Love,” when I see Este’s eyes go wide and tear up.
She nods her head over to bring my attention to Daisy and Reed wrapped in each other’s arms, staring into one another’s eyes in an unmistakably romantic way, their chests pressed together with very little room for the Holy Spirit.
My mother would have a fit if she saw what teens are calling “dancing” these days.
Well, holy hell. Maybe the crush Daisy claimed to have on someone had turned out to be on…Reed?
I couldn’t be prouder when Reed goes in for the kill, kissing the redhead with abandon right there in front of her entire school. Some kids whistle, others clap, and Este giggles under her breath.
“Her first kiss,” she whispers so low only I can hear.
“Go, Reed!” I say lowly. I’m more enthusiastic than I should be, aren’t I? Maybe I’m more invested in their teenage love drama than I expected to be, but I’m here for it and thrilled for Reed, who pulls back from Daisy, all smiles.
When the song ends, Warren G’s “Regulate” comes on, and all the teens look stupefied. The DJ announces, “This song is for the chaperones. You know who you are. Don’t worry, I know your backs hurt, but the night is almost over, so keep holding it down!”
Este breaks out into dance and starts rapping every single word with several of the other teachers and mothers here chaperoning tonight. She sees a fellow mom she knows, runs over to her, and they bounce up and down excitedly.
Together, they start shouting out the lyrics. Near as I can tell, the song is about robbery, murder, hoes, and smoking dope, but Este’s so into it, all I can do is belly-laugh and hit record on my phone as she Crip walks like she was born on the south side of LA, not this small Texas town.
God, she’s full of surprises. I’m delighted, mystified, and turned on all at once.
When the song ends, Reed walks up to Este, and I get her on video saying, “That was really weird, Mom.”
“Your mom’s awesome,” Daisy disagrees as Maroon 5 comes on, and I drag Este off the dance floor. We take a quick walk around, hand-in-hand, and then head into the bathrooms to make sure everyone’s okay.
One kid is throwing up in the men’s room and asks me to call his parents, so I spend a few minutes taking care of that, while Este’s having a heart-to-heart with a teenage girl I don’t recognize.
When we met up, she explains, “Her zipper broke, so I popped in some pins, and then I gave her a few condoms. When I walked in, she was talking about losing her virginity tonight.”
“Good call. I saw a condom bowl by the photo booth, which we still need to do. Come on. We’ve done our duties.
” I yank her back into the party and off to the side, where the area around the photo booth is totally trashed.
Silly masks, feathery boas, sunglasses, tiaras, and capes are strewn all over the floor, so we gather them, place them back on the table, pick the best ones, and head into the photo booth.
I’m in a black top hat with Mardi Gras beads around my neck and star sunglasses, while she’s wearing heart-shaped sunglasses she says are ‘very Taylor Swift Red era,’ with a pink feathered boa and a tiara on her head.
We squeeze in, and she perches on my lap, which immediately gives me an inconvenient boner, and I turn my face to kiss her cheek as the machine takes our photos.
She wastes no time twisting our bodies until our chests press together, and she kisses me madly.
We get caught up in it, our tongues dancing together as she humps my hard-on.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Need inside you.”
“Let’s blow this joint. Prom’s over in an hour, and then there’s the after-party, so we have a few hours to spare. Let’s go back to your place.”
I take the speed limit as a mere recommendation as we race back to our adjacent town. The tires squeal as I take the turn to my house and pull into the garage.
“You forgot to take off the tiara,” I finally notice as she reaches into the back and grabs an overnight bag.
As she strides into the house, Este slowly takes off each article of clothing, leaving them where they drop.
She stops by the fridge to grab a bottle of champagne before walking right out to the hot tub.
By the time I’m undressed, she’s already in the hot tub, guzzling straight from the bottle, wearing only a rhinestone tiara. I grab my cell, look up the song she rapped to an hour before, and tell her, “I’ve never seen you as excited as when this song came on earlier.”
“This is my sooong,” she squeals as I turn up the volume.
I walk up to her, pull her up to standing, and devour her soft mouth, slipping my tongue in to taste the sweet, bubbly champagne as I reach between her legs and find her slippery.
Wasting no time, I slide two fingers in and curl them, and she pulls back breathlessly as she vocalizes loudly and humps my hand.
“Wanted to do this in the photo booth but was just afraid that someone might interrupt,” I tell her.
She moans and nods as I shove my fingers faster and harder into her, demanding her orgasm. It only takes seconds for her to call out in pleasure, climaxing as she grasps my shoulders and bounces up and down on my fingers.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” I encourage her, squeezing her ass with my other hand. Este makes delicious noises as I prolong her orgasm by finding her most sensitive spot and rubbing it.
Then, I turn her around and encourage her to grab the side of the tub as she bends at the waist, and I slam myself into her as she screams. One of these days, we’ll have neighbors, but tonight, the sound of her screaming into the open air around us turns me on so much that I pulse and release into her too soon while she begs for me.
“Yeah, baby, I’m there,” I groan, as I come so hard, I can barely get my next breath.
When we can finally move again, we turn on all the twinkly lights for the teens, clean up around the hot tub, and start a raging fire in the pit.
Then, we move our after-party inside to the bedroom, where Este just kneels and opens her mouth, ready for me.
Euphoria curls my toes as her tight mouth closes around me and she treats me to heaven on earth.
“Is that good, baby? I want more,” she whispers, pulling my still-hard dick toward her before she licks it clean. “If you’re still hard, I’m not ready to be done.”
I throw her onto the bed, flip her legs over her head, and slide into her. Though I know I can’t come again, it doesn’t mean that she can’t, so I give her two more orgasms before we realize we’ve lost track of time.
We need to get back to her house if we don’t want the teens to catch us. After a quick glance around my place and backyard, we decide it’s perfect for the teens’ after-party.
We drive back to Este’s in silence, and I wonder what she’s thinking. By the time we pull into the driveway, she finally sighs.
“Wish that had been my first prom, and I had gone home with you instead of Cole. Made a life with you.”
I park, lean across the front seat, and kiss her silly.
“It’s not too late for that. I love you, Este,” I whisper as I pull back from her luscious pink lips. “And we met at the exact right moment to make a life together, I promise.”
Her eyes are brimming with tears when she lets out a single sob and replies, “I love you, too.”
After she unlocks the front door, I pick her up and lift her through the threshold, carrying her to the bedroom. I plan to worship every part of her body tonight and show her how much I can love her. How well. How thorough I can be. I’ll leave no inch of her unloved.
Finally, that night, we make slow love instead of our usual frenzy, with candles lit across the bedroom while she wears crotchless, white lacy panties and a lacy top that plunges to reveal most of her breasts.
I’m so enamored by her; every little moan drives me crazy. Every time she comes, it’s bliss.
It’s nearly 1:30 a.m. when we finally fall asleep, naked and tangled up together.
When I wake up, it’s to an incredibly sexy Este between my legs, licking me lightly with her tongue.
I don’t let on that I’m awake at first as she glides her tongue across every inch of me, her hand up my body caressing my abdomen.
She touches me with such tenderness, but I also feel a bit of desperation underneath her gentle caresses.
I let her explore me to her heart’s content before I let on that I’m awake.