is fine. I’m feeling fantastic and am about to dance with my girl until they tell me it’s over. I’ve never been a fan of staying at these dances for very long, but when you have someone as hot as Josie on your arm, you have to stay and show her off. I want every guy in the room to be jealous of me tonight.
I pull her into the middle of the floor and hold her in my arms. We sway back and forth to the music as people around us dance with their arms flailing around. We could dance like that, but then I’d have to let her go and that’s just not happening.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Josie. I stand here and hold you in my hands with your body pressed against me. All I can think about is taking you out of here. I had plans to take things slow, to make love to you like you deserve. Not in my truck or when you’re parents aren’t home. I want to ravage your body and make you come undone by a simple touch, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do that. The way you’re dressed… you’re begging me to take you up against the wall with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
I brush my fingers along her exposed shoulder and watch pebbles follow in my path. Her reaction to me matches the way I feel about her. The simplest of touches from her can weaken me in a heartbeat. That can’t be normal, but I’m not willing to test the theory. I hope that we always make each other feel like this down the road. I don’t want her to become robotic like my mother, and I definitely can’t stomach the thought of me being like my father.
Our night continues with our friends. We dance, laugh and enjoy each other’s company. It’s nice to see everyone sticking around for this dance, knowing that it’s our last and in a few short weeks we’ll be graduating. I don’t want to think about that, at least not tonight.
After Josie and I are announced as prom king and queen we take our exit. I’ve been a patient man, but even my resolve is starting to waver. Too many times to count, my hands have found their way into the side of her dress and it’s taking every ounce of self-control to not find out how her dress is covering her breasts. However, when we get to the hotel, I’ll be finding out.
T he limo drops us at the hotel. I hold her hand in mind, but feel her jitter. Is she nervous? This isn’t our first time, but it will be a night with no interruptions. No rushing. The first time we had sex with each other, we were both virgins. Our relationship was progressing and my horny teenaged self couldn’t keep my hands to myself or out of her pants. I rented a hotel room because I didn’t know where we could try and do it without getting caught. I was a nervous wreck and heaved my lunch before I picked her up. She brought her backpack with her and the whole time we were driving to the hotel I thought we were going to end up studying. I was pleasantly surprised when she took her bag into the bathroom and came out wearing lingerie. I knew in that moment we’d fumble through the motions, but figure it out soon enough.
We walk into the lobby hand in hand, not surprised to see other classmates here. A few offer us a chance to party with them, but we politely decline. I checked in earlier and set up the room. I don’t want prom to be a cliché, I just want the opportunity to peel this dress off of her. Had I known about it, we would’ve ditched slow dancing and went right to the Tango.
I open our room and allow her to enter first. The lamp is on in the corner, giving the room a soft glow. There are rose petals on the floor and bed with a bottle of champagne sitting on the nightstand.
The door shuts, the loud bang causing her to jump. I step behind her, my fingers dancing along her skin. I press my lips to her bare back before wrapping my arms around her.
“I know it’s not the Hilton, but I wanted to be alone with you for one night. I want us to be together without any interruptions or just some quick fuck in my
I pull her into the middle of the floor and hold her in my arms. We sway back and forth to the music as people around us dance with their arms flailing around. We could dance like that, but then I’d have to let her go and that’s just not happening.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Josie. I stand here and hold you in my hands with your body pressed against me. All I can think about is taking you out of here. I had plans to take things slow, to make love to you like you deserve. Not in my truck or when you’re parents aren’t home. I want to ravage your body and make you come undone by a simple touch, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do that. The way you’re dressed… you’re begging me to take you up against the wall with your legs wrapped around my waist.”
I brush my fingers along her exposed shoulder and watch pebbles follow in my path. Her reaction to me matches the way I feel about her. The simplest of touches from her can weaken me in a heartbeat. That can’t be normal, but I’m not willing to test the theory. I hope that we always make each other feel like this down the road. I don’t want her to become robotic like my mother, and I definitely can’t stomach the thought of me being like my father.
Our night continues with our friends. We dance, laugh and enjoy each other’s company. It’s nice to see everyone sticking around for this dance, knowing that it’s our last and in a few short weeks we’ll be graduating. I don’t want to think about that, at least not tonight.
After Josie and I are announced as prom king and queen we take our exit. I’ve been a patient man, but even my resolve is starting to waver. Too many times to count, my hands have found their way into the side of her dress and it’s taking every ounce of self-control to not find out how her dress is covering her breasts. However, when we get to the hotel, I’ll be finding out.
T he limo drops us at the hotel. I hold her hand in mind, but feel her jitter. Is she nervous? This isn’t our first time, but it will be a night with no interruptions. No rushing. The first time we had sex with each other, we were both virgins. Our relationship was progressing and my horny teenaged self couldn’t keep my hands to myself or out of her pants. I rented a hotel room because I didn’t know where we could try and do it without getting caught. I was a nervous wreck and heaved my lunch before I picked her up. She brought her backpack with her and the whole time we were driving to the hotel I thought we were going to end up studying. I was pleasantly surprised when she took her bag into the bathroom and came out wearing lingerie. I knew in that moment we’d fumble through the motions, but figure it out soon enough.
We walk into the lobby hand in hand, not surprised to see other classmates here. A few offer us a chance to party with them, but we politely decline. I checked in earlier and set up the room. I don’t want prom to be a cliché, I just want the opportunity to peel this dress off of her. Had I known about it, we would’ve ditched slow dancing and went right to the Tango.
I open our room and allow her to enter first. The lamp is on in the corner, giving the room a soft glow. There are rose petals on the floor and bed with a bottle of champagne sitting on the nightstand.
The door shuts, the loud bang causing her to jump. I step behind her, my fingers dancing along her skin. I press my lips to her bare back before wrapping my arms around her.
“I know it’s not the Hilton, but I wanted to be alone with you for one night. I want us to be together without any interruptions or just some quick fuck in my
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