“Holy shit,” she said slowly. “If you don’t show him that, then you bought it for nothing. He’s going to literally drop dead from a heart attack when he sees you in that.”
“Well, I do feel pretty sexy in it. We’ll see, I guess,” I said, but I already knew that my plan was for him to put his hands all over me.
Once our dresses were on, we checked the clock. We had ten minutes left before the limo was scheduled to arrive. That meant we had a little time to do last minute touch ups to our makeup before our feet were going to be crammed into our heels that were so high, our toes were going to be tortured all night. The things we were willing to do for fashion.
It was time. The doorbell rang, and my mom answered the door.
“Girls! The boys are here for you,” she said loudly from the bottom of the stairs.
“Ready for the grand entrance?” Isabelle said as she put her hand on my bedroom door knob and flung it open.
“Let’s do it.”
As we walked to the top of the stairs, both Chris’s and Watson’s jaws hit the foyer floor. They were clearly taken aback by our outfits, which meant that we had accomplished our goals. As we made our way carefully down the stairs, the heels of our stilettos wobbled on the carpet runner. Once we got to the foyer, we separated to greet each of our dates and then exchanged corsages with one other. Chris brought me a wristlet made of red roses, and I pinned a small arrangement of white carnations on his lapel. Then, my mom took pictures with her Polaroid camera.
“Okay, everybody, one final picture before you leave. We have to document this, get together!” she said.
We all grouped together, she pressed the button, and the moment was memorialized forever. I turned to Chris, and he bit his bottom lip as my mom finally left the room.
“I can’t breathe at the sight of you,” Chris said, as he looked at me in awe. “I don’t know if we’re going to make it to the dance with you looking like this,” he continued, with a hungry expression. “I could just eat you alive.”
“Save your appetite,” I said as I grabbed him by the hand and led him out the door.
25
It was all I could do to keep Chris’s hands off my legs under the table at dinner. He spent more time working his fingers up my dress than on his chopsticks.
“You’re absolutely torturing me,” he said into my ear, each time I fended him off. I just smiled at each of his advances and kept eating, as if nothing was happening.
Once everyone was done, we paid our checks and made our way back to the limo. On the way to the dance, we opened the sunroof and closed the center divider so that the chauffeur couldn’t see us drink the Champagne that Watson snuck in from his parents’ wet bar. By the time we got to the dance, we were all feeling loose and ready to have fun.
As the limo pulled into the front circle drive of the Upper School, we could hear the music pumping out of the cafeteria. We all climbed out, and I immediately regretted my choice of shoes. My stiletto heels were difficult to walk in on the uneven pavement, which Chris noticed, and he offered me his tuxedo-covered arm in support. He guided me up the stairs, we handed our classmate our tickets, and we all headed inside.
The red and blue strobe lights flashed along to the beat of the band that was playing on the cafeteria stage. As soon as we got inside, we made our way to the dance floor, where Chris pulled me in close so that he could finally put his hands on me like he had been wanting to do all evening.
“I’m dying here, Allie,” he said as he dug his hands into my waist. I knew I was driving him wild. I just smiled and then wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my cheek against his as he rubbed himself up against me. I could already feel him getting hard. This really was going to be a brief evening.
As the music played on, he spun me around the dance floor as we both got sweaty from the heat of all the bodies in the room. I turned to see Isabelle dancing closely with Watson, and I smiled to know that she was happy.
“Can I get you a drink?” Chris said as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to the table with refreshments.
“Sure, I’m so hot,” I said, and he turned back to look at me over his shoulder.
“You’re telling me!”
I just smiled and shook my head.
At the table, he grabbed me a cup of red punch that I chugged in one gulp, so he handed me another, which I drank the same way.
“How much longer do we have to dance?” he asked quietly in my ear.
“Oh, come on,” I said, pulling him back onto the dance floor as a fast song came on. We spun each other around happily, laughing at each other with each pass under each other’s arms. Just then, a slow song came on and the lights went low. Chris untangled my arms from his, placed my hands around the back of my neck, and pulled me in close. He was beginning to smell like sweat and desire.
“That’s more like it,” he said, as we rocked our bodies side to side. He looked me in the eyes as we swayed to Christopher Cross’s Sailing. This time, I decided to tease him by brushing my hips lightly against him, as he gave me a reprimanding look.
“Allie,” he scolded in my ear. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he said, as he pulled his hips away slightly, and I bit my lip.
When the tension was unbearable, I grabbed him by the hand and headed for the door. He followed obediently, and I didn’t stop walking until we got to the equipment shed on the soccer field. I opened the door and pushed him playfully inside. Tonight, he was at my mercy.
