“Yes,” she gasps, looking vulnerable and perfect beneath me. “It means I’m yours.”
I release an erotic growl, my mouth taking hers as I kiss her and fuck her slowly. Her words reverberate in my ears, doing things to me that are carnal and desperate. I need her to be mine in every way.
“Brody!” she yells, tearing her mouth from mine as her body tightens and spasms, setting off my cock as I spill my seed inside her, filling her up with everything I have as she milks me with her clenching cunt. “Brody.”
“God, I love you,” I whisper, placing gentle kisses on her lips, her face, her neck, her breasts. “You’re absolute perfection.”
“I love you too, Brody. I love you.” She wraps her arms around my neck and buries her face against my chest. “I love you.”
Maya
Staying away from each other was no longer an option anymore, so caution became our backup plan, which was made easier by the fact that classes were over while seniors prepared for finals.
Josh didn’t live up to his word, telling others he got his black eye from a random fight at the skate park. I guess he wasn’t willing to risk what would happen to him if I were the one to press charges. It was somewhat of a relief, and I was glad I wouldn’t have to pass him in the hall again.
As the department head, Brody still had work each day preparing reports and teaching younger grades. So I’d study throughout the day then sneak away at night to spend hours in his bed, learning about my body and his. I had to leave again before sunrise, and we both hated that we needed to sneak around, but graduation was closer than ever. So we just needed to stay careful.
Not much longer.
“I can’t understand why you don’t want to come to prom,” Tamara whines as we exit our final exam. I’m smiling from ear to ear because it means no more study, and Brody says he has something extra special planned for me this evening. “Who am I supposed to hang out with all night?”
“Your date?” I say with a laugh. Tamara has more friends than just me, people she kindly refers to as her ‘nerd squad’. One of which who’s her date for the evening.
“Yeah. I just wish you’d reconsider. We’re getting our yearbooks tonight, and they’re announcing the valedictorian. I could use your supporting cheers.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I say. “You’ll have plenty of people cheering.”
“Guess I’ll see you for graduation then,” she says, giving me a quick hug before we part ways.
I rush home, packing an overnight bag because I’ve been a little naughty and told my parents that Iamgoing to prom and that I’m getting ready and sleeping at Tamara’s so I can have a whole night with Brody. I can’t wait.
* * *
When I arriveat Brody’s apartment, he buzzes me up almost before I ring his bell. It makes me smile because that means he’s been watching, waiting for me to arrive. Getting to wake up next to Brody tomorrow is going to be pure heaven.
Climbing the stairs, I find his door propped open, and a note taped to the door, telling me to put the blindfold on that’s hanging from the handle. Excitement skitters up my spine as I do as I’m told. “It’s on,” I call out, grinning wildly as I listen for movement.
“No peeking,” Brody warns as his hands wrap around my upper arms, and he walks me through his apartment. I know my way around it pretty well by now, so I’m a little perplexed when he leads me to the bathroom. “Count to ten then take the blindfold off,” he instructs, withdrawing his body for mine before I hear the door click closed.Is he still here?
I count like I’m told, then lift the blindfold off and give my eyes a moment to adjust in the soft light. Hanging on the back of the door is a long flowing dress in turquoise. It’s something a bridesmaid would wear, or perhaps a girl going to prom…
As I lift the dress from the hanger, I find a note as well: ‘Every girl deserves a prom.’
I hug the note to my chest, my heart brimming full of love and awe for this man I get to claim as my own. In a few days, I get to shout it from the rooftops, but for now, he’s giving me my own prom in our very own little oasis.
“You look beautiful,” he says when I open the door wearing the dress. I’m met with a decorated room filled with fairy lights and candles with material draped to perform as streamers. Soft music plays from speakers, and there’s a meal set up on the table by candlelight. Everything is perfect.
“So, do you,” I say, moving toward him. He’s dressed up in a tux and he’s holding, not a rose, but a wrapped toffee apple tied with a pink bow. “Is this for me?” I take it from his hands as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
“Of course. It’s how we started, so I thought it more fitting than roses.”
“And more delicious too,” I say with a giggle, holding onto him as we sway from side to side to the music. “Thank you for this.”
He leans in and places a soft kiss to my nose. “It’s the least I can do. I wanted your night to be special and memorable, the way prom should be.”
“Any moment with you is special. But this is something else. I love you for doing this for me.”
“Anything for my girl. My Maya.”
