Spring Break was unfortunately over for the students of Jefferson High School, but not everybody looked at it as a bad thing. Seniors were anxious to just finish up the last part of school and finally be able to be free from their parents. Others looked at it as a big stepping stone to getting closer towards the sweet life of college. But what most of the seniors at Jefferson High were really looking forward to was their senior prom. For four years, they had longed to finally be able to go to it. That was the one night that the whole senior class would be together one last time. But for most of the seniors, it marked that one special night full of countess memories, crazy wild parties, and of course, sex. And that was sure on a few people's minds as the date for their prom was quickly nearing.
Lacrosse Practice
"So how are you gonna ask Stacy to prom? You gonna do something cool or no?" John asked the captain of the varsity lacrosse team as he passed the ball to Grant.
"I don't know. I've been trying to come up with so many ideas on how I could ask her but nothing yet. It'll come to me though." He answered as he put on his right elbow pad. "What about you?"
John cradled a ball in his stick and then passed it to Grant. "I have no idea. How bout you Grant? How are you gonna ask Aly to prom?"
Grant just grinned and passed the ball back to John. "You know, I was actually just thinking of going up to her and telling her that she was going to prom with me. Just like that."
Randy and John looked at each other with a confused look on their faces. "Wait. What? Are you serious?"
Grant laughed and shook his head. "No of course not. That would be such a dick move."
"I was gonna say man."
"Nah, I haven't thought of any romantic ideas. But whatever. We have like three weeks 'til then anyways."
"I guess you're right. So who's throwing the big party for after prom? It had better be someplace sweet." Randy commented as he put on his shoulder pads, hiding his perfectly chiseled chest and shoulders from view.
"I heard Chrissie Stewart's gonna have a huge blowout at her house." John responded, tossing the ball back to Grant.
Grant caught the ball and stopped. "Dude, are you serious?"
"Yeah why?"
"Well for one thing, her dad fucking owns half of a main engineering company in Los Angeles which means she's filthy rich. And secondly, have you ever seen her house? It's like walking into a fuckin palace or something!" Both John and Randy glanced over at one another, and then back at Grant. "That would be the ultimate pad to have a party at!"
"Fuck yeah. I'm down." John laughed as he put on his black, green, white and yellow helmet.
"What do you say Randy. You down?"
Randy smirked, not giving a clear cut answer as he slipped on his white practice jersey. Both Grant and John stood there in an awkward silence as they waited for his reply. Randy grinned from ear to ear as he grabbed his helmet and placed it under his arm. He quickly grabbed his stick from the ground and then stood to face his two tightest bros. "What do you think?"
John and Grant laughed as they all pounded fists and headed out onto the turf field, joining their team for the beginning of practice.
After Practice
"Dude, it's not my fault that you can't get laid." Randy joked at his friend Tom who was also on the lacrosse team. Tom ran up to Randy and pretended to beat him up. All the guys laughed at the two as they were all heading to their cars in the school parking lot.
"You just wait Orton. Your time will come." Tom chuckled as he walked away from Randy and trekked towards his car.
"Sure thing Tom!" Randy yelled as he laughed and threw his equipment in the back of his truck as he opened up the door.
"Yo, I'll talk to you later man!" Grant hollered at Randy as he and John got in his SUV.
"Alright! Later man." Randy replied back as he made eye contact with John. "And yo John! Don't do anything you'll regret when you're in there with him."
John laughed and just simply flicked Randy off. Randy chuckled to himself as he climbed in his black truck. He closed the door and quickly started it. A blue light soon illuminated the cabin of his truck as he looked over to see what it was. His phone was sitting on the dashboard as he grabbed it and flipped it open.
'Hey after practice do u wanna come over real quick?' It was a text from his girlfriend. He was about to text her back and tell her that he was on his way, but he soon decided that he'd surprise her when he showed up. So he put his truck into drive and ripped out of the parking lot, speeding towards her house.
Stacy's House
She was standing in front of the mirror in nothing but a red bra and panties. She was going through outfits for the next day at school but she hadn't decided on one yet. She glanced down once again at her phone, which was sitting on the dresser right in front of her, but still no answer from Randy. 'I guess he's not coming.' She thought to herself as she shrugged her shoulders. 'Whatever. It's not a big deal. I'll just ask him bout it tomorrow.'
Stacy continued to go through her earring box, hoping to find an inspiration for her outfit for tomorrow. Her mind slowly drifted off to thoughts of college, which was approaching faster than she really wanted it to. But it wasn't like she wasn't looking forward to college, because she definitely was. It was just that she knew her time with Randy was coming to an end rapidly and she wasn't ready to let him go. Not just yet. Her time with her friends was coming to an end as well and she was becoming slightly depressed. Never again would she attend Jefferson High. Never again would Torrie and her make fun of Mrs. Harrison, the most obnoxious teacher in the school, during pottery class. Never again would she see Randy walking
down the hallway with a bouquet of flowers in his hand on Valentine's Day for her. Never again would there be a Stacy Marie Keibler in that school.
She began to reminisce on all the times her and Randy spent together, ever since second grade. She remembered the time when Randy and John poured glue all over in her and Torrie's backpacks because they thought it was funny. Although, they were caught after Stacy and Torrie told on them, sending them both to the principal's office which was a common thing for those two. And all the way to their senior year might she add. Another memory popped into her head; the image of Randy kissing her for the first time in his basement theater room. He smoothly and seductively grabbed her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He was a good kisser then and a good kisser now.
By now, Randy had made his way up her stairs and into her room, trying to be as quiet as possible. He spotted her standing in front of her dresser, sporting only a pair of red panties and a red bra. His groin started to ache as an increasingly seductive and sex thirsty look casted upon his face.
He scanned her body up and down with his eyes, licking his lips each time. She had the most attractive body he had ever seen, more attractive than those fake ass supermodels on TV and in magazines. Her body was so tight all around; giving any guy the impression of her wanting to maintain her body image, which to most guys is a big turn on.
All he could see was the back of her. Her wavy blonde hair was in a ponytail, perfect for easily kissing her neck. He moved very slowly, trying not to be seen in the reflection of the mirror. But Stacy was too busy looking down and going through her earring box to notice anyways.
He quietly pulled off his lacrosse t-shirt, exposing his bare muscular chest and eight pack. He then quietly walked over behind her and then stopped. The smell of her Abercrombie and Fitch perfume trickled inside his nose, sending a sudden rush of attraction through him.
Randy suddenly grabbed her hands and forced them flat on her dresser, pressing his chest up against her back, rubbing his hard erection against her ass.
Stacy immediately shrieked when she felt him grab her. She didn't know who it was. But when she looked up into the reflection of the mirror, she just glared at him pleasurably. No words were spoken; only whimpers and moans as Randy sucked and kissed her neck roughly. He suddenly took his foot and placed it between hers as he moved them so as to widen her stance. She looked like she was getting a strip search, which she didn't mind one bit. He still held her hands firmly down on the dresser top as he continued to rub himself against her.
Stacy's center began to throb uncontrollably as this rough and aggressive foreplay was making her wet. Butterflies filled her stomach as he continued to concentrate on her neck. His tongue worked circles against her baby soft skin, causing her to briefly whimper.
He aggressively brought her two hands together, holding them down on the counter with only one of his. His other hand, however, trailed its way up her arm, down her side, across her flat abdomen, and under her panties. Stacy threw her head back and moaned when he rubbed his hand over her clit; playing with it between his fingers. Surprised and extremely turned on, Randy was reluctant to find that she was already wet for him. "Oh Randy." She managed to whimper as he rubbed her faster. He loved it when she'd say his name during sex.
She tried to keep from moaning so loudly but it was so hard due to the fact that her moans were continuously coming out. Stacy managed to get one of her arms free as she grabbed the back of his head while he was still kissing her neck. A rush of pleasure fled from her center to her entire body, readying her for her climax. The sensations were growing much stronger with each glide of his hand against her. She could feel the warmth between her legs grow hotter when she grabbed the back of his head tighter and orgasmed. He still rubbed her center to ensure that he had given her the ultimate pleasure filled climax she deserved.
Randy then softly placed butterfly kisses along her shoulders and back, sending chills all over her body. She turned herself around to face him. Their eyes immediately met; his displaying affection and hers showing satisfaction. She lightly raised her chin and placed a soft kiss on his luscious lips.
Randy pulled back and smiled. "Happy to see me?"
"No." she answered playfully, trying hard not to giggle.
"No? Certainly didn't seem that way a few seconds ago."
She stood there and shook her head. "Whatever Randy. Whatever."
"So what'd you want me to come over for, besides the small dose of sex?"
Stacy broke their embrace and walked over to her shelf. She scanned over a few books before she found what she was searching for. "Here it is."
"Here is what?" Randy asked with absolutely no idea what his girlfriend was doing.
"Does this look familiar?"
Randy tilted his head to read the bold printed letters in yellow in the front of the hard covered book. "Oh my god Stace. You made me come over here, for this?" Stacy's jaw dropped as she smacked him on the arm. "Hey."
"Are you kidding me Randy? I can't believe I found this. It was buried away in my closet and I happened to stumble upon this when I was cleaning it out."
Randy rolled his eyes and shook his head. He sighed and walked over to Stacy's bed, lying down on the aquamarine comforter. "What's so special about that yearbook anyways? It was from what, second grade?"
"That's exactly why, retard. This was the first year that we met each other." Stacy said as she walked over to Randy, sitting on the bed right beside him. "See. Look. There you are." She pointed as her finger landed upon a very young Randy Orton.
"Jesus…actually I don't look too bad." He laughed to himself as Stacy laughed along with him. "Look at John. What a tool." John had a buzzed head and a mean look on his face. Both of them started to laugh.
"Where are me and Torrie?"
"Right there."
"Oh my god! I look horrible! Holy shit." Stacy looked surprisingly at her photo.
"No you don't. Come on." Randy started to say. "You just look like a baby, that's all."
Stacy's mouth dropped. "You're such an ass."
Randy chuckled. "I'm just kiddin Stace. Just kiddin."
"Well, well, well. Look at Torrie's outfit!" Stacy shouted as she covered her mouth to keep from laughing. "I'm gonna have to show her this! I don't think I've ever seen something this funny."
"Wait….Carly Baxter. Carly Baxter? Oh yeah I remember her. I used to have a crush on her. She was hot." Randy pointed out, nodding his head.
"You had a crush on Carly Baxter? Oh my god Randy. I didn't know you could steep so low."
"What do you mean?" He asked sarcastically, knowing full well what Stacy was getting at.
"She was like the biggest slut at our school then, and she still is now. Some people just never change."
"I guess not." Randy agreed. He sat up behind her and started to smother Stacy's shoulder with butterfly kisses.
"Randy, we can't do this again." Stacy complained but then contradicting herself, closed her eyes and quickly became intoxicated by him. He trailed the soft wet kisses up her neck and towards her cheek, painting chills all over her body. "Randy…..mmm…..Randy we can't." He didn't listen, however, continuing the sweet feeling of passion. He unhooked her bra as it fell on the floor. His hands found themselves caressing each breast from behind, playing with her well hardened nipples. She just sat there, flushed with desire. Her heart was pounding and her breaths were getting quicker. He literally took her breath away.
But before he could slide his hand down over her abdomen and into her panties she had one thing left to say. "Alright. Just do me now." She demanded as she turned around and collided her lips with his.
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