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Just Another Prom

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Just Another Prom by Vlad (vlad.tepes@email.ro)It was almost through, and Justin was already thinking of going home. He had a lot of planning to do. He was simply annoyed by the noise the guys on the stage were making, and wondered how anyone could think that was music. He didn't care to dance, and he hadn't invited any girl. There were a few pretty ones in his class he could ask to come with him, but it seemed that he was the last one of the boys to do the asking, so it turned out that all of those whom he considered to be worth it were already engaged (what a stupid thing to say, "engaged", he thought ). Never mind, he hardly thought of himself as an attractive guy, and the way he used to talk to anyone (boys and girls were all equal in his eyes, so he had never had a tongue for guys and another for girls), in a sharp, biting irony, didn't earn him any friend of either sex. And besides, he couldn't imagine any girl who could possibly want a ride in his father's old pick up truck. "You can try it in the back, you know wha! t I mean", his father had said, winking at him. Justin hadn't answered. He had a lot of things on his mind, the answers to his college applications were to arrive any day, so the last thing he thought of was how "it" would be with a girl in the back of the old pick up. He didn't despise sex, nor thought of it as a dirty thing, as others thought he did. He simply hadn't had the chance of meeting a girl to be worth it. He actually didn't know any girl, as he had never exchanged more than twenty words with one, as far as he could remember. He liked to fantasize about some of them while he was masturbating, but nothing more. He never had his mind set on girls, like the other boys of his age. His masturbation sessions were short, all he wanted was to get off and relieve the sexual tension in him, so he could focus on other things. He was no hypocrite, he knew the power of sex, and he only hoped that he wouldn't fall for a slut. But, of course, no one could possibly know what he was! thinking of, sitting there in the corner of the gym, leaning his head against his right arm and his elbow against his knee. The disco lights were flashing and sweeping all over the place, but this very thing seemed to obscure everyone, creating the sensation that, even if they were all in the same room, anyone could do anything without the others noticing. That's why there were pairs scattered all over, and the guys were feeling the girls all over their bodies, kissed them and pushed their crotches against each other. None of them seemed to care about what their neighbour was doing, but, strangely, all of them were somehow performing a ritual that consisted of the same movements, perfectly synchronized. The smell of sex was gradually taking over the gym, displacing the strange cocktail of perfumes, which had flooded it in the beginning. The band noticed the change, and suddenly abandoned the toneless noise they had made for a series of blues. Justin started and looked around,! puzzled by the heavy quiet, loaded with some strange expectation. He noticed that the pairs were leaving one by one, holding each other tight. He didn't feel neither envy, nor disgust, but a rather morbid curiosity, so he began searching the room to see who had stayed and who had left. He knew some of the combinations, but there were some new ones, a few of them downright comical or grotesque, but the essential thing was that everyone, except for him, was with someone. "Or, maybe, the bachelors had the nerve to leave, only I was so stupid to stay", Justin thought, with a slight irritation. He got up, firmly resolute, but, as he was about to go out through the door, he ran into somebody. "I'm sorry", he said to the person he couldn't see, because the lights were gradually going off. "Justin, I've been looking all over for you.", said a familiar voice. "Miss Farmer", he answered, in a complete surprise. Miss Farmer was the Math teacher, a college graduate, this was her first year on the job. She had brought some new, radical ideas, especially about discipline. The students had been amazed at first, then they became angry, as long detentions and meetings with the counselor became everyday events in the classes she taught. Justin had been spared, to his own amazement, as he always contradicted her during class, he had always had his own methods for problem solving, and, besides, he hated Math. He was astonished to find B's and B+'s where he was used to see a big fat D, while all the other students were given the worst marks of their life, some of them much better in science than him. He was now looking at Miss Farmer and he couldn't believe his eyes. She was wearing a dark green coat and a cherry red skirt, a lovely combination that showed the bright colour of her green eyes. The coat was tight enough to show a 12-inch (anyway, no more than 13, Justin thought) waist, the collar! open enough to show a pair of perfectly round breasts, and the skirt short enough to reveal two long, nervous legs. She had undone her hair and the pitch-black curls were falling on her round shoulders (Justin was absolutely sure that they were her real shoulders, not pieces of cloth sewn on the under side of the coat). "Miss Farmer, you look absolutely..." he stopped suddenly. He wasn't afraid of what he was going to say, but he thought it at least inappropriate. "... stunning, fabulous, dreamy, you name your choice" she laughed with her clear soprano voice. "Just enough to give an innocent student wet dreams, don't you think?" Justin wasn't so much shocked by her words, as he was still under the impression of the great discovery that Miss Farmer was a woman, not a teacher. He had always considered the teachers to be mere abstractions of the subject they were teaching, he never thought they could have a life of their own, maybe because he wanted to have a simple exchange of ! ideas with them, nothing more. "Anyway, it was about time I threw away these schoolboy's ideas" he thought. But she didn't leave him to his considerations. "You're just not yourself tonight, young man." Justin started. It was exactly the tone of voice she used in class, and when she called someone a "young man" or a "young lady", she was preparing a treat the student would never forget. "There, does that make you feel better?" she laughed again. Justin could but stare into her eyes. "May... may I have this dance, ma'am?" he asked in a low, hesitating voice. It was the only thing he found among the thoughts swarming inside his head, which had suddenly turned into a beehive. "That's better" she smiled to him, and he saw that she wasn't wearing any make-up, and her naturally long eye lashes came down on her eyes, covering them with a mysterious shadow. As she smiled, a dimple appeared on her right cheek just beside the corner of her mouth. They began swinging in the slow rhythm o! f the blues. Luckily, there was enough room, as there were only a few pairs left. "They're probably too shy or too stupid to get into the car and do it", Miss Farmer whispered in Justin's ear. As he held her in his arms, he noticed that she was just the right size to fit into them, petite and delicate. In spite of her crude language, Justin felt the trembling of her body and its burning heat, which kept growing. She must have been covered in sweat, for he could feel her skin through the thin fabric that had stuck to it. As their bodies drew closer and closer, Justin knew he was going to have an erection, and was terrified by the thought of that. He was painfully aware that her lips were half open, and her breath was growing shorter and hotter, he felt it on his neck as she let her head fall on his shoulder. He knew he was sweating abundantly, feeling her erect nipples pushing against his chest. His erection was building up and he thought he had never had a bigger and a harder ! one. He asked himself in terror how much he could resist without bending and kissing her. They wanted each other so badly that every movement they were making seemed to hurt both of them. He was on the edge of doing what he felt he had to do, when the band stopped and one of the guys announced a short break. "Let's go out for some fresh air, it's too hot in here", she said, and the clearness of her voice was just imperceptibly jagged by a little hoarseness. Justin wondered how she could act so naturally after all that had happened. "Maybe I'm just making things up" he consoled himself. "She's gonna put me right back where I belong". In a way, he was glad to be free of that unbearable tension, to have once again control over his thoughts and movements. But, on the other hand, he regretted the tender sweetness and burning heat of desire. "Come, let's sit here" she indicated the cement stairs. "Believe me, you don't wanna sit there, ma'am. You're sure to catch a cold." "You don't wanna lure me into your car, do you?" she smiled, showing her small but sharp teeth. Justin was now over it. He could stand for himself. "No, ma'am" he said, with an almost invisible irony. "I just need ten seconds to take my coat. I left it inside." "Sure, go ahead, lover boy!" He was sure now that she was just teasing him. He only needed half the time he had requested. When he returned, holding the coat by its hanger, she was standing in the light cast through the door. She had her eyes half closed, examining him carefully, as if he were some kind of quadrate equation system or an oblate ellipse. He put his coat on her shoulders. "Aren't you gonna catch a cold, Baker?" It was only a game. But what meant winning and what meant losing it? "No, ma'am." he answered, like a disciplined student. "I can take it." "Well, in this case, I think I'll keep it. I'll send it to your mother in the morni! ng. We'll see what she says when she smells it." "My mom's long gone, ma'am." The amused smile was wiped out of her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, Juss. May I call you Juss?" "Yes, ma'am. It's all right, ma'am, I don't remember her. I was a kid when she passed away." The smile gradually re-appeared, and Justin was glad to see it. "Don't give me that. You can call me Vic. No one called me like that before." "It's OK, Vic. Can I take you home?" She came close to him so suddenly, that he withdrew a step. "What's the matter? Are you afraid of me?" She put her small hands on his shoulders looking him right into the eyes. Although she was considerably shorter, she was obviously in control of the situation. Justin saw desire burning in her eyes, as he eye lashes were now uncovering those green wonders. He felt the trembling of her hands on his shoulders, and he only resisted for a second. His arms wrapped around her and he bent slightly, to meet her ardent lips in a total kiss. "You're a great kisser, did you know that?" she said in a trembling, but amused voice, as she let her head lean against his chest. "Oh, sure I know that. All the girls told me." He tried to answer, in his now hoarse voice. He felt both their hearts pounding against his chest, and it seemed to him that the world was spinning around them. "Now-now!" She always had to ruin things! Her severe voice broke the spell. "I don't want you to have an accident! " she said, as she crept out of his embrace, holding his hand. "Come, take me to your car and let's run away." They walked hand in hand and got into his car, like two children who must be home in time for dinner. "Where to, Vic?" "I don't care. I want to be as far away from here as possible." "How about China?" "Do you speak Chinese?" "I did, when I was very young, but I'm afraid I forgot it." "Then we must go some place where people speak English." "Or where there are no people, either English or Chinese." he answered, wrapping his left arm around her, so that their shoulders and hips were now pressed against each other. He was driving very carefully, and soon stopped the car. "There we are. No people, just like I told you." Black silhouettes of trees could be seen standing still in the cool summer night, their profile showing against a bright, star spangled sky. Justin knew it was his turn now, so he took her in his arms, and gave her an endless kiss. After their lips parted! , he whispered (he didn't trust his voice to say anything) "My dad suggested we tried the back". It's kinda crowded in here." The smell of her body was driving him crazy. She didn't use any perfume, and he could smell her young, healthy body covered in the fresh sweat of love. He opened the car door and took her to the back of the pick up. She crouched in his arms, encircling his neck with hers. It was clear that she had abandoned herself to him. He felt he was in the lead now, so he did his best to be tender. He wasn't too surprised to see that his father had arranged a mattress and two blankets for his love nest. He put her gently down, lay beside her, then took her again in his arms. He wasn't feeling either shy or afraid. The next kiss was one of fire. They opened their mouths and their tongues began to hungrily search for each other. Her nipples were harder than ever, as he touched her. His erection grew to a painful size, as he cupped her breasts. His lips ran downwards on her neck, then on her chest. He began to slowly unbutton her coat. Then he stopped for a few seconds, his lips trying to enter her cleavage. She let out a sigh of pleasure, then she undid her bra. He took it off painfully slowly, teasing her nipples with the black lace. She kept sighing and moaning every time he did that. Her white breasts surpassed any imagination. Their round firmness was a call for his hungry hands. He knew it was too soon to touch her nipples, so he began circling around them with the tip of his tongue, paying special attention to their under side, which made her squirm and sigh. She had managed to take off his shirt, and her fingers ran desperately over his back muscles, making them contract. His wet t! ongue went even further downwards, following the line that lead from between her breasts to her belly button, which he encircled with his lips and started teasing with his tongue. Then she took off her skirt and she took off his pants. They were almost naked now, and almost on the edge. His tongue stopped at the waistband of her panties, and he climbed back up to her breasts, giving them the kiss they were begging for. He was trying very hard to control himself, to take it easy, make sure she was ready. They were lying on one side, facing each other. As the skin on their bodies touched each other, some electrical thing discharged between them, as their crotches were independently pushing against each other, while their hands ran idly over each other's body, pointlessly trying to focus, his on her breasts, and hers on his buttocks. It was more than he could stand, so he took off his jockeys, watching his proud erection stand upright. "Please be gentle to me, please be gentle...! " she uttered desperately, and tears went down her cheeks. "Don't worry, Vic, the panties go off only when you wan'em to" he whispered, trying to catch his breath. The contact between his erect penis and her body brought him to the edge, but he did his best to stay there and wait for her, taking her sweetly curved hips into his arms and leaning his head against her tummy, which kept contracting harder and harder, kissing it, tasting the sweat on the silky skin. In just a few seconds, her hands went down and the panties ran to her heels, slowly uncovering her best-guarded secret. Her soft pubis had been completely shaved, allowing his dry and hot lips to encircle it. Then they ran on the inner side of her thighs, carefully avoiding her swollen throbbing nether lips. She was almost ready, he could feel the contractio