Chapter 40
Natalie
Well, fuck me. These so-called responsible teenagers made a bigger mess than Candace and I did, so we’re going to be here all night.
Black and gold streamers litter the floor along with hundreds of deflated balloons.
I’m guessing one jock dared another to suck all the helium out and go ask a girl out, real smooth guys.
Someone mopped up all the punch while Candace and I were in the other room, so there’s one task I don’t have to deal with.
She finally joins me, barefoot and angry, with a heavy door slamming behind her. “Don’t even look at me, just do your job in a timely manner, and hopefully we can get out of here before sunrise,” she says through gritted teeth, grabbing some trash bags to pick up the streamers.
“Wow, homecoming queen, I wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll just be over here, like the maid I was always meant to be.” I say lightly, stirring the already blackened pot.
“Better yet, no need for us to even talk. You clean up the food, and I’ll handle everything on the floor.” She’s shoving streamers into her bag like they’ve offended her.
“You got it, boss.” I salute. “Oh wait, you’re not the boss anymore. What do I call you now, Prez? Does the second in command have a name, or do I refer to you as Betty’s little bitch?”
All I get out of her is a muffled curse as she continues her assault, leaving me be.
Grabbing my iPod I place it in the dock leftover from the parent in charge of music and scroll to the perfect song for us.
A solo guitar plays loudly right as Puddle Of Mudd sings “She Hates Me.” Not able to contain my smile, I sing along while stuffing streamers into a trash bag.
“Nat, come on, grow up. Turn off the music and quit messing around.” She glares from the other side of the room. Joke’s on her, all it does is enable me to keep going. Never in a million years would I ever stop messing with her, especially now that we’re trapped in a school gym.
“My bad, I’ll find something from your decade. What did you guys listen to during the Great Depression?” A pop rock song serenades my stuck-up ex-girlfriend about being a rich girl, before she hurls another lecture at me.
Stomping her foot like a petulant five-year-old, she throws daggers at me, clearly pissed. “This is why your room looks the way it does. You’re not capable of doing one single task. Meanwhile, I’m over here almost done while you’re playing around.”
“I’ll have you know, madam, my room looks the way it does because I don’t care. I’d rather spend my time doing cool shit with you than waste my day making sure it’s up to The Plaza’s housekeeping standards.”
“Well, lucky for me, we won't be doing any cool shit anytime soon.” She gives a fake smile and moves on to the balloons.
“We could if you wanted to. We’ve got this place all to ourselves, and I know you’re just dying to strip off that sad excuse for a dress. In fact, I bet it’s all you’ve been able to picture since walking in here.” I watch her fluster with the balloons, trying to deflate the ones left behind.
“Once again, you’re so off base,” she mumbles.
“What base do you want me to get to? Tell me, Princess, did you wear panties tonight like a good girl?”
Her movements are jerky as she struggles with her task, all while pretending to ignore me. “Not happening.”
“What’s not happening?” I ask, slowly moving towards her, knowing full well she’ll never make the first move.
“You and me… ever.” She’s almost out of breath just standing still.
“What about once more for old times’ sake? I’ll bet you’re turned on just thinking of me touching you.” Her back stiffens as I glide my finger down her back, unzipping her dress.
“Nat, please,” she whispers, voice trembling.
Once the zipper reveals her naked back, I reach over, dragging the sleeve down her arm. “No need to beg, baby. I’ll gladly give you whatever you want.”
“What do you want?” she whines. “What more could you need from me?”
“Everything. Now, although this dress is beautiful, I’d prefer it crumpled on the floor. Toss it and get on your knees.” My eyes stay glued to hers as I watch her mind race.
“Just because my body responds to you, means nothing. It’s chemical, like needing water after a workout. It doesn’t mean I’m madly in love with cardio, it’s just what my body requires.” Slowly, she bends her knees and plants herself on the ground.
“Aw, baby. That’s the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.” Hiking my dress up past my knees, I join her on the cold, hard ground. “Why don’t you show me this chemical reaction so I can better understand what your body needs from me?”
Kneeling before me is a goddess, her bare breasts on full display, the only thing covering her perfect skin is a sheer pair of panties, which barely hide anything.
The curls in her blonde hair have loosened, cascading over her shoulders effortlessly.
My pulse races just staring at her, missing every kiss, touch, and lazy morning waking up next to her.
She frowns after examining the wet spot gathering on the front of her panties. Just for me.
“Don’t be embarrassed, you should feel how much I want you right now. It’s taking every ounce of control, not to devour you.”
“Nat,” she sighs, finally bringing her attention back to me.
“We’re not even a good match. Look at us, look at what you’ve done to me.
I’m naked on the floor of the school gym, we didn’t even check to see if the doors were locked.
Everyone was right. I’m behaving recklessly, and I don’t even know who I am anymore. ”
“For starters, the dance ended over an hour ago, and everyone’s long gone.
Those stuck-up kids are already out in someone’s basement for the night, and as for the parents, they’re two pills deep in slumber, pretending their children are tucked in safe for the night.
As for the bullshit of you and me not being right for each other, fuck that.
We’re the only thing that’s right. I pulled you out of the daze you were in and showed you the woman who was trying to escape.
Just because you don’t recognize yourself doesn’t mean you won't, this is the real you. You’re free from the house that was literally suffocating you, and now you get to rebuild.
Enough with the self-doubt. Tonight is all about you. ”
“But I thought you wanted to...”
I interrupt before she can continue, “Oh, I do, but tonight I’d much rather watch.”
“Watch what?” She blinks, thrown off. “Watch me?”
“Since I didn’t go to any dumb dances in high school, we’re pretending this is all for us. So slide your dainty little fingers into your panties and show me what I’ve been missing.”
Blush covers her cheeks as she contemplates her next move. Her long manicured fingers slowly graze her stomach, making their way to the spot I’m salivating over. The moment her fingers touch her clit, her entire body stiffens, and her eyes go wide.
“That’s right, don't be shy. Open those sexy legs and show me what’s mine.”
Watching an almost entirely naked Candace finger herself is the highlight of my life, and honestly, the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Every cell in my body is on fire right now, hearing her fingers sliding in and out.
“Go faster. Come all over those fingers, pretty girl. Let me hear you scream.”
Adding a second finger, she works herself faster, her tits bouncing as her breath turns erratic.
Her hair’s a wild mess while she rides herself, chasing her release.
Her moans echo through the gym, and I bite my lower lip to stay in control.
On instinct, my hands move up her creamy thighs, separating them, as she arches her back, finding her balance.
“Yes, oh God, yes.” she breathes out, working her fingers faster.
“Nat, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.” Her hips buck fast, and fingers push deeper inside just as she screams and completely loses herself to the pleasure.
“Look at you, dirty girl, leaving a mess for me to clean up.” Taking her fingers, I lick each, savoring her sweet taste.
But, like most high school dances, this one also ends with the girl bolting like her ass is on fire. Her legs still shake from the orgasm as she pulls her dress up, leaving it unzipped, just as it hits me, she’s about to run.
“That was the last time, I mean it. This is crazy and wrong and probably twenty other things my therapist would frown at.” Her shoes are scattered away from us as she fumbles to pick them up and properly buckle them.
“Fine, that was the last time. Better get home before your car turns back into a pumpkin or whatever the fuck. Life’s probably more fun living in whatever la-la land you’re so fond of.
” I roll my eyes and walk back to the tables to finish up our job solo, while she exits, not even bothering to look back.