And then, They reviewed some more!!!! So, they get a reward, which is a
brand new chapter.Also another reason as to why I've updated...I was just
watching Recess, and my favorite episode was on...the kiss experiment. So
it got me all happy So sit down, ONLY ONE TO A CUSHION NOW...and let us
start where we left off....Prom Night
Spinelli had always been a very vocal person. There was not much she enjoyed more than shouting death threats at the top of her lungs, but at the moment she wasn't in the mood. She was staring at her hand, which was clasped gently in TJ's. Gretchen and Mikey were talking amiably like old friends, which is what they were. TJ and Spinelli were oddly, and uncharacteristically silent.
The prom was to have been held in the ballroom of an old historic manor house which had been made into a hotel. The reason that it was being held in the school gym was that Prickly had been made principal of the high school this year. So he had ordered made for him a new office fully equipped with a picture window, a desk with gold plated handles on the drawers, and a squishy carpet. In order to do this, the majority of the school's budget was wiped out. So prom was in the gym as was just said.
Cars were pulling up left and right, all the seniors of Third Street were on the sidewalk in their prom finery. The Ashleys were standing next to their jock boyfriends and their gowns were all perfectly coordinated with their skin, hair, and eyes. Spinelli grinned as they all gaped at her. She got gracefully out of the limo. It was perfect. She was glared at by many girls as, with her head held high, she walked with the georgous guy.
"I think you've made an impression on them," TJ whispered, leaning close to her. Spinelli shivered, but her grin widened as she noticed the other girls' glares getting more homicidal.
Spinelli came back to the present with an unpleasant jolt. Damn she was thirsty. The cup of punch she had been holding when she had first seen TJ after ten years had fallen to the grass before she had fled. She stood from her chair, and made her way to the refreshment stand. Most of the people that she passed shot her sympathetic glances. Probably because they noted her still puffy, red eyes. She glared daggers at all of them. How dare they give her sympathy! She didn't need sympathy, she needed strength. Not much. Just enough to get her through the night. Grasping a little cup of root beer, she downed it on one gulp and reached for another. Then she got a plate and filled it with all manner of wonderful junk food to carry back to her chair.
As she walked, she noted a group of people sitting on the grass, apparently in deep conversation. Squinting, she could clearly make out Mikey's form. 'Well they seem to get along fine without me' she thought savagely. 'Probably getting all cozy with dear TJ. Well that's okay, I can get on fine without them!'
She found her chair again and sat in it, now fully prepared to indulge her memories.
Never before had Spinelli felt more alive. Pressed close against her date with her head against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, and smiled to herself when she felt it speed up when she ran her hands through her hair. Yes, this would be the night. Her own heart fluttered at the thought.
TJ looked down at her with dark eyes. The way he was looking at her made Spinelli think of something ancient and hungry. If she had known this guy any less than she did, she would be afraid.
"Let's say we get out of here," TJ whispered suggestively. Spinelli gasped at the delightful feeling that raced down her spine at his words. She tried not to show just how much she wanted to accept.
"For God's sake Teej! I did NOT get all prissied up tonight so my date could strip it all off of me!" When she noted that TJ looked sufficiently chargined, she smiled and softened her tone. "Give it another hour and a half." After this, TJ brightened considerably, becoming more and more intimate with her on the dance floor. The few times that they danced with other partners, Spinelli could feel his eyes glued to her. It was as if she had a constant knowledge of his whereabouts.
The minutes ticked by. Quickly at first, and then as the hour and a half was beginning to come to an end, it seemed like every second lasted a minute, and every minute an hour. Spinelli began to get very angry at the clock. Didn't it know how anxious she was to get out of this place and explore all of the delights her hot ass date could offer her? She felt as though all of her feelings and senses were congregated in a spot deep within her. It was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud when she felt TJ's arms circle her waist from behind.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked quietly so as not to alert anybody.
"Hell yes," she murmured through clenched teeth. "I'll kill that clock if I stay here another damned minute!" TJ laughed and nibbled her earlobe before taking her hand and leading her out of the gym, and out the back of the building where there were no cars, and no lights.
The night was dark and sensual, and only the stars and the moon bore witness aslips met, and hands tangled in hair. Never before had Spinelli been kissed so thouroughly. Her arms twined about TJ's neck and he pulled her closer....closer until their bodies were fused, and space had no meaning. Her mouth opened tentatively at the demand of his questing tounge, and she gasped in delight as his hand sought out her breast. She leaned her head back and he trailed wet kisses down her throat.
Her disappointment reached its zenith when he pulled away.
"My God," TJ groaned. "I hope I can keep my hands off of you until we get to the hotel. Spinelli practically growled in frustration. She couldn't go out in public like this! She was sure she was practically giving off rayes of arousal! But it seemed the only way to get what she wanted. So she pulled off her strappy heels, grabbed TJ's hand, and ran full tilt. Hoping that this would burn off some of the steam. But to no avail. As she heard TJ's breathing, turned ragged from the rather long run, all she could think about was what else they would soon be doing to make him breathe like that.
"Hotel please," TJ told the driver. Spinelli chose to ignore the look in his eyes as he started the engine and began to move. It wasn't as if she could concentrate anyway. TJ had put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Her almond shaped, dark brown eyes grew even darker as she listed to the things that were being whispered into her ear. She really hoped that the driver would sympathise with her and floor it!
AN: To all of my wonderful loyal readers, If you are sick minded like me and wanted nothing more than a good sex scene, I am sorry. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! It may be awhile. School and all that wonderful stuff. Just know that I am thinking of you fondly while trying to learn a foreign language at seven thirty in the morning! Blah. Far to early to be attempting to think in my opinion. Especially verb conjugating in the imperfect tense AHHHHHHHHHHH! Sorry, getting out of hand. Thanks again for all the good reviews. You guys make my world go round.
Mucho Amore,
One Feather
Una Pluma
Spinelli had always been a very vocal person. There was not much she enjoyed more than shouting death threats at the top of her lungs, but at the moment she wasn't in the mood. She was staring at her hand, which was clasped gently in TJ's. Gretchen and Mikey were talking amiably like old friends, which is what they were. TJ and Spinelli were oddly, and uncharacteristically silent.
The prom was to have been held in the ballroom of an old historic manor house which had been made into a hotel. The reason that it was being held in the school gym was that Prickly had been made principal of the high school this year. So he had ordered made for him a new office fully equipped with a picture window, a desk with gold plated handles on the drawers, and a squishy carpet. In order to do this, the majority of the school's budget was wiped out. So prom was in the gym as was just said.
Cars were pulling up left and right, all the seniors of Third Street were on the sidewalk in their prom finery. The Ashleys were standing next to their jock boyfriends and their gowns were all perfectly coordinated with their skin, hair, and eyes. Spinelli grinned as they all gaped at her. She got gracefully out of the limo. It was perfect. She was glared at by many girls as, with her head held high, she walked with the georgous guy.
"I think you've made an impression on them," TJ whispered, leaning close to her. Spinelli shivered, but her grin widened as she noticed the other girls' glares getting more homicidal.
Spinelli came back to the present with an unpleasant jolt. Damn she was thirsty. The cup of punch she had been holding when she had first seen TJ after ten years had fallen to the grass before she had fled. She stood from her chair, and made her way to the refreshment stand. Most of the people that she passed shot her sympathetic glances. Probably because they noted her still puffy, red eyes. She glared daggers at all of them. How dare they give her sympathy! She didn't need sympathy, she needed strength. Not much. Just enough to get her through the night. Grasping a little cup of root beer, she downed it on one gulp and reached for another. Then she got a plate and filled it with all manner of wonderful junk food to carry back to her chair.
As she walked, she noted a group of people sitting on the grass, apparently in deep conversation. Squinting, she could clearly make out Mikey's form. 'Well they seem to get along fine without me' she thought savagely. 'Probably getting all cozy with dear TJ. Well that's okay, I can get on fine without them!'
She found her chair again and sat in it, now fully prepared to indulge her memories.
Never before had Spinelli felt more alive. Pressed close against her date with her head against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, and smiled to herself when she felt it speed up when she ran her hands through her hair. Yes, this would be the night. Her own heart fluttered at the thought.
TJ looked down at her with dark eyes. The way he was looking at her made Spinelli think of something ancient and hungry. If she had known this guy any less than she did, she would be afraid.
"Let's say we get out of here," TJ whispered suggestively. Spinelli gasped at the delightful feeling that raced down her spine at his words. She tried not to show just how much she wanted to accept.
"For God's sake Teej! I did NOT get all prissied up tonight so my date could strip it all off of me!" When she noted that TJ looked sufficiently chargined, she smiled and softened her tone. "Give it another hour and a half." After this, TJ brightened considerably, becoming more and more intimate with her on the dance floor. The few times that they danced with other partners, Spinelli could feel his eyes glued to her. It was as if she had a constant knowledge of his whereabouts.
The minutes ticked by. Quickly at first, and then as the hour and a half was beginning to come to an end, it seemed like every second lasted a minute, and every minute an hour. Spinelli began to get very angry at the clock. Didn't it know how anxious she was to get out of this place and explore all of the delights her hot ass date could offer her? She felt as though all of her feelings and senses were congregated in a spot deep within her. It was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud when she felt TJ's arms circle her waist from behind.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked quietly so as not to alert anybody.
"Hell yes," she murmured through clenched teeth. "I'll kill that clock if I stay here another damned minute!" TJ laughed and nibbled her earlobe before taking her hand and leading her out of the gym, and out the back of the building where there were no cars, and no lights.
The night was dark and sensual, and only the stars and the moon bore witness aslips met, and hands tangled in hair. Never before had Spinelli been kissed so thouroughly. Her arms twined about TJ's neck and he pulled her closer....closer until their bodies were fused, and space had no meaning. Her mouth opened tentatively at the demand of his questing tounge, and she gasped in delight as his hand sought out her breast. She leaned her head back and he trailed wet kisses down her throat.
Her disappointment reached its zenith when he pulled away.
"My God," TJ groaned. "I hope I can keep my hands off of you until we get to the hotel. Spinelli practically growled in frustration. She couldn't go out in public like this! She was sure she was practically giving off rayes of arousal! But it seemed the only way to get what she wanted. So she pulled off her strappy heels, grabbed TJ's hand, and ran full tilt. Hoping that this would burn off some of the steam. But to no avail. As she heard TJ's breathing, turned ragged from the rather long run, all she could think about was what else they would soon be doing to make him breathe like that.
"Hotel please," TJ told the driver. Spinelli chose to ignore the look in his eyes as he started the engine and began to move. It wasn't as if she could concentrate anyway. TJ had put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Her almond shaped, dark brown eyes grew even darker as she listed to the things that were being whispered into her ear. She really hoped that the driver would sympathise with her and floor it!
AN: To all of my wonderful loyal readers, If you are sick minded like me and wanted nothing more than a good sex scene, I am sorry. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! It may be awhile. School and all that wonderful stuff. Just know that I am thinking of you fondly while trying to learn a foreign language at seven thirty in the morning! Blah. Far to early to be attempting to think in my opinion. Especially verb conjugating in the imperfect tense AHHHHHHHHHHH! Sorry, getting out of hand. Thanks again for all the good reviews. You guys make my world go round.
Mucho Amore,
One Feather
Una Pluma