Didn't I promise a REALLY long chappy?
Hehe, well, here it is! Its around 13 pages on word, so you guys better cherish it! You may not get chapters this long ever again . . .
So sorry the last chapter was crappy. Maybe this will make up for it . . . ? Hopefully?
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Summary? That is a very good question. When I figure it out, I'll let you know.
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Chapter 4
I didn't think he'd actually come. I really didn't.
I mean, yeah, I was hoping he'd show up at my doorstep at 7:30, but I didn't really know for sure, you know?
But imagine my surprise when I heard the doorbell ring at exactly 7:30 p.m. I know it was exact too, because I was upstairs putting the finishing touches to my ensemble and happened to glance at my alarm clock. Just hearing that doorbell ring brought excitement to me. I mean, I was going to the senior prom. Not just with anyone either. With Rob Wilkins, the love of my life.
Well, I didn't know if he was the love of my life yet, but I do know that I love him. I love him more than anything I've ever loved before. Family doesn't count, because hopefully he'd be part of my family someday.
I quickly checked my appearance in the floor length mirror attached to the back of my bedroom door. Okay, I looked good. The best I've looked actually.
I had on my dress and matching pale blue heels (mom's idea, not mine. Personally, I could just go in sneakers). My hair was down in light curls, that was also my mother's doing. I also had on mascara and perfectly applied kohl eyeliner (once again, my mother). She insisted that I look absolutely gorgeous. And, well, I guess I did.
I grabbed my handbag and smoothed down my dress, then ventured outside my bedroom. I walked as gracefully as I could down the staircase. Hey, it's not easy walking in heels, especially since I've never worn them before, except for my grandfather's funeral.
My dad had answered the door and was down there talking to Rob. Probably about my curfew and that he better not try anything on me. Typical father.
Rob saw me walking down first. He looked up and smiled. His hair was still wet from the shower he must have taken not too long ago. God, just thinking about Rob and a shower is making me flustered.
I smiled back as best I could, still managing to walk down the stairs without falling flat on my face and embarrassing the hell out of myself.
My dad didn't even realize that I was standing right behind him until I coughed. He turned around. "Oh, hello, sweetie."
I laughed to myself. I looked at Rob, then my dad. "Are you done interrogating my boyfriend?" I asked sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he said. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "And you might want to skedaddle before your mother comes back with the camera."
My eyes got wide. "Good idea," I said. I grabbed Rob's hand and tried to escape from my lovely home before my mother came back (I guess she'd seen Rob before I came down the stairs). But we didn't make it. She got us right as I was about to close the door.
"Not so fast, young lady," she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me back inside. "I want pictures of you two."
I was caught. I knew I had to face it. I knew Rob also didn't want to have pictures taken of us, but my mother would explode if I refused.
I sighed. "One picture, Mom, okay?" I pleaded.
She didn't reply. I don't even think she heard me, actually.
She made us pose. Me with my head on Rob's shoulder and Rob with his arm around me. Of course we had to smile. If we didn't she have to take another one. If the picture had any defect (besides me of course) she'd make us pose again and embarrass ourselves in front of my brothers who were watching bemused-ly from the foyer.
Luckily the picture came out up to her standards. She let us leave with a stern "Your curfew is 1 a.m., young lady!"
I really didn't care when my curfew was. Just as long as we got there and had some fun and maybe did more when the prom was over . . .
Well, that was just wishful thinking on my part.
I was also pretty shocked when we got outside and saw his mom's truck there. I mean, I had actually expected him to bring his Indian. Okay, I was hoping he'd bring his Indian. But . . . I guess riding it with a long dress and heels weren't very good either. Or the helmet for my hair. Helmet hair at the prom? Yeah, not a good look.
He opened the door for me and helped me in. I laughed. It was kind of funny having him do this. It's just so not like him.
Then he got in his side and turned on the ignition and backed out of my driveway. While he was driving, I had time to admire him in his tuxedo. Let me just say, he looked totally hot in it. Well, what did you expect, anyway? But really, he should wear tuxedos more often, especially where I am concerned.
The last time I saw him in one was at his Uncle Randy's wedding (A/N: It was his Uncle Randy, right? I just want to make sure). Sure, that was a only a year ago, but when he looks that hot in one, it feels like a crime when he doesn't wear one. Although, I'd rather him not wear one, if you catch my drift.
He still smelled of the soap he used in his shower. It smelled almost of . . . honey?
Hey, whatever it was, it smelled good. That's all I care about.
About five minutes later, he pulled into the Holiday Inn parking lot. Yeah, our school actually had the Prom at a Holiday Inn this year. Amazing, isn't it? I mean, considering Mr. Feeney's cheap-ness. But the student council somehow overruled him this year and we got to have it in the Holiday Inn's ballroom.
Most people I knew from school rented rooms for the night, for obvious reasons. I don't think Rob did. I mean, I really don't think he'd be all that interested in having sex with me, since he hasn't really shown signs of it at all. Well, except for that time in the woods near the waterfall, but that was a given. It was so romantic there and all, and . . . well, I couldn't blame him. Actually, I was kind of relieved. I was starting to think the guy wasn't going to have any carnal urges toward me.
All ready my feet were killing me and the Prom didn't even start yet. Figures.
I saw Ruth when I walked through the ballroom doors with Rob on my arm. She grinned and came up to me, totally ditching her date. Her date happened to be Todd Mintz. Ever since Ruth lost a ton of weight during the summer between sophomore and junior year, guys have been starting to show some interest in her. She really is pretty, but the guys just didn't see past her baby fat.
"Oh, my God, Jess! You guys made it!" she squealed as she came up to me. She looked really beautiful herself. All of those make-over movies really paid off. She had a strapless pink chiffon dress that had rhinestones encrusted over the bodice and around the waist. The back was laced up, showing off her natural tan. Her hair was done up in a messy looking bun, but I bet it took her forever to get it done the way she wanted it. Oh, and a lot of hair spray. She had on mascara and sprinkles of glitter for eyeshadow. She really wasn't big on eyeliner.
Oh, and she had on these clear stiletto things. Man, I thought walking in these heels were hard. Those definitely looked like my feet would be dead by the end of the night.
I stared at her feet for a few seconds. "Jeez, aren't your feet killing you?"
She looked down at her feet, wiggled her perfectly pedicured toes, and looked back at me. She shrugged and said, "No. Not really."
I stared at her in shock. "Yeah, well, mine are."
She giggled. "That's because you don't wear heels, Jess. You have to get used to it."
I shook my head. "I can't get used to this pain." But at least I was taller in them. That was the only plus to wearing those damn things.
Rob was still standing there next to me. Actually, I was still holding onto his arm. "Jess," he said. I turned to look at him. "I'll let you two talk while I get us something to drink."
I nodded and watched him as he walked over to the beverage table. Better to get the punch now before it gets spiked.
I turned toward Ruth and pulled her over to a secluded corner. "You know," she said. "I wish you would've gone in the limo with Todd and I."
"Todd who you just left standing there," I said jokingly.
She waved her hand, like she was brushing the subject away. "Oh, he'll be fine. I'm sure he'll end up talking to your date anyway. Speaking of your date . . ."
Oh, yeah, my date. See, Ruth has gotten over the whole Grit thing, just like my mother has. My mom isn't over him not going to college, bu she's over the fact that he's from the 'poorer' side of town. But Ruth generally likes Rob now. She's gotten to know him. And she agrees with me that his is hot. She even rated him as an eight on our 'Most Do-able' list. I put him as a ten, you know, since he's my boyfriend and all. Oh, and the fact that I am head over heels in love with him.
"What about my date?" I asked.
"Well . . ." she said. "Did he get you guys a hotel room?"
I acted like I was shocked. "Ruth!" When she gave me the Oh-please-I-know-you're-faking-it look, I said. "No, I don't think so. You know, I'm starting to doubt that he even wants to do it."
"Yeah, right. That guy has it bad for you, Jess. I know he wants to jump your bones; he just doesn't want to dishonor you."
"Dishonor?" I asked jokingly.
"Well, yeah," she said. "You know, deflower you," she said, whispering the last part.
I laughed. It really was funny and all, having Ruth talking about my sex life. "And what about Todd? Has he gotten a room for you two?" The look she gave me told it all. "Oh, God, he did?"
She nodded. I could tell she was really nervous. "What should I do?"
She was asking me for advice? Wow, the tables have really turned. "I don't - you know what? Go back to your date and spend the rest of the Prom with him. Then go to the room and if he tries anything you don't want to do, just tell him you're not ready. If he likes you that much, he'll understand. And if he still tries something, just scream and I'll come and beat the shit out of him for you, okay?"
She nodded. I could tell I got a laugh or two out of her. She was no longer nervous. Well, she was not as nervous as she was before, which was a plus. A nervous Ruth really was not all that pleasant.
I went back to my date. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He was startled at first, but then turned around and kissed me. "Wow, I gotta do that more often," I said, after he stopped kissing me.
He smiled at me. Then he handed me my punch. "Spike-free," he said, taking a sip of his.
"Good," I said, "I don't feel like getting drunk tonight." I took a sip, careful not to spill it on my dress.
He chuckled. "That's always a good thing."
We laid low for a little while, talking to some of the few people that were my friends. But most of that time, Rob and I snuck into little corners and, well, made out. I know, we weren't really big on PDA, but come on, it was the Prom.
He really couldn't keep his hands off me. I really think it was the dress and the makeup and everything. I mean, I know I looked good, so I guess I couldn't blame him. And, hell, I didn't mind. Not one bit.
And then it was time to announce the Prom King and Prom Queen. I really could care less about seeing which blonde bimbo became the Queen this year and what stupid jock became the King. But nevertheless, I watched. And boy was I surprised at the results.
" . . . This year's Prom King is . . . TODD MINTZ!" Wow, I was shocked. I mean, Todd? He wasn't really all that much of a jock, but whatever. Maybe someone screwed up the ballots.
Todd walked up to the front of the ballroom, where it was elevated, sort of like a sage, but . . . not. They had him stand there as they announced the Queen.
"And this year's Prom Queen is . . . JESSICA MASTRIANI!" My eyes bugged out. This has to be a joke, right?
I looked back at Rob, but he just shrugged. Well, thanks, Rob, that really helped.
Okay, someone really screwed up the ballots. Nevertheless, though, I walked up to the stage-like thing and to where Todd was standing.
While Mr. Feeney was saying how we were all winners and we could all be the Prom King and Queen if we really put our hearts to it, I whispered to Todd, "What the hell is going on?"
He shrugged, just like Rob, and said, "I seriously have no fucking clue. Just go along with it."
I took his advice and just stood there. Then Mr. Feeney turned back to us like he just remembered we were still there. He put the crowns on our head (a tiara in my case) and announced our names again. "And now the King and Queen will share a slow dance."
Oh, great.
Mr. Feeney gestured to the middle of the dance floor where everyone crowded around, leaving space in the middle for us. Todd took my hand and led me over there. Then he put his hands on my hips, thankfully not touching my butt, since I think Rob would freak. I put my arms around his neck. They put some crap slow song on and we swayed to it.
"You know, two years ago, this is what I'd always wanted," Todd whispered to me half way through the song.
I was startled. "Huh?"
I chuckled lightly. "Jess, I liked you so much our freshman and sophomore year and even part of last year. But then I realized you and - um, Rob, were getting serious, so I tried to get you out of my head. It worked too, when Ruth came along."
"So you really like her then?" I asked, for my best friend's well-being, instead of about him liking me for almost 3 years. That thought is a little creepy. No wonder he always tried to stop me from getting into fights. He didn't want to see me hurt or in trouble.
"Yeah, I do. She . . . God, she is so beautiful. I really never realized how pretty she was before, because I was so obsessed with you. And, well, I really do like her, probably love her . . ."
"That's great, Todd. Really it is. Take care of her, okay? Don't be an idiot."
He laughed. "Never would I be an idiot." Right then the song ended and we parted. "I'm just so glad I got that off my chest, Jess."
I smiled. "Well, at least you finally admitted it, eh?"
He chuckled and went back to his lady in waiting. I went back to my knight in shining armor.
Rob saw me approaching from across the dance floor. He bowed and said in one of the most hilarious voices I had ever heard him use, "My Queen . . ."
I punched him lightly in the arm. "Don't ever do that again."
He laughed and rubbed his arm where I hit him. Oops . . . did I punch that hard? Whatever, he deserved it. "Oh, you know you like it . . ." he drawled.
I rolled my eyes and sidled up next to him. "Yes, of course." He put his arm around my waist to keep me there. As if I would go willingly.
I reached up and felt the tiara on my head. "Oh, my mom is going to freak when she realizes I got this thing . . ." I said. A good kind of freak, but still.
I can just imagine her right now. 'Oh, my baby was PROM QUEEN! Oh, Jessie, I'm so proud of you!'
He laughed again. "Well, at least she hasn't found out about all of those detentions back in the day, right?"
"Thank God, no. And if you tell her, I'll murder you," I said, mocking threat. He put on a scared look that made me crack up completely.
I looked at all of the couples around me. They were all dancing and swaying to the slow song that was on again.
I wanted to dance with Rob, but I wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to. Well, I know he didn't really want to, and I did not want to force him to dance with me.
But I really wanted to. I doubt we'd ever get this chance to be like a normal couple, besides at our wedding. And, hell, I didn't even know if there would be a wedding, since I would probably screw that up and everything.
I did, however, want to have one normal night where I wasn't chasing villainous criminals and finding missing children and having feuds with FBI agents.
The next slow song came on, that one Celine Dion song from Titanic. What was it called again?
My Heart Will Go On . . . ?
Whatever.
I was about to ask Rob to dance, but imagine my surprise when he took my hand in his and led me to the dance floor. He noticed my shocked look and chuckled. "I know you've been wanting to do this all night."
Well, I guess that explained it. And it touches me that he could tell I wanted to and actually cared and proved that he cared by asking me to dance. He really did not ask me, but whatever.
He slid his hands to my waist and secured me there. My arms snaked their way around his neck and held their place there. And, well, we swayed to the dulcet tones of Miss Dion. I actually preferred that song to the Usher and Backstreet Boys songs they were playing - the old Backstreet Boys, mind you (my school had no taste in music whatsoever).
I rested my head against his chest, since, even in my heels, I couldn't quite reach his shoulder.
You know, I was still completely and utterly shocked that I got Prom Queen. I could have sworn that someone messed up the ballots and thought it would be finny to change all of them and put me down. That's the kind of cruel thing people at my school would do.
I found out later that nobody changed the ballots. People did actually vote for me. When I asked people why, they said, "You're a celebrity!" or some bogus thing like that. So what if I was known nationwide as someone who could find missing people. That's still no reason to vote for me.
I really didn't even want the damn thing, either. But I was kind of relieved, since maybe I'd be able to get my mom to stop making me those matching dresses. My Harley was only a few months away after all.
Rob, to my utter astonishment, actually stayed with me for a few more songs. He really surprised me that night. Especially after the Prom, but I'll get to that later.
The prom ended at 11 p.m. Most couples went to their cars and drove home or to their boyfriend or girlfriend's house. The select few that could actually afford renting a room went to them to . . . well, I don't need to explain much more do I?
Rob had not, in fact, rented a room. It's not like I expected him to or anything, but I was kind of hoping maybe he would. But I didn't keep my hopes up, so when I realized that he did not get a room, I wasn't all that disappointed.
I thought Rob would just drop me off at my house, since by the time we got out of there, it was 11:30 p.m. Rob wanted to impress my parents, after all.
But instead he drove us to his house. I noticed right away that Mrs. Wilkins's car wasn't there. Maybe it was in the shop . . . or Rob could have been planning something.
Oh, wait, I remember Rob saying something that she had a shift at Mastriani's tonight, since a lot of the Prom kids would got there after the Prom to buy a really late dinner. Mastriani's always stays open late on Prom night. You know, to make extra money and everything.
Okay, my dad is not that much of a prude, but he likes his money. As do I.
Rob came around to my side and opened the car door for me. He took my hand and helped me down from his truck.
My bare feet hit the cold pavement. I had taken my shoes off in the car, for obvious reasons. I had to sympathize with those Chinese women who had their feet bound. God, that must be painful.
He shut the door after I was safely out of the truck. He still had my hand in his, walking up to his front door. He dug in his tuxedo pocket for his keys. When he found them, he stuck the right one in the lock and unlocked the door. He twisted the knob and opened the door, gesturing for me to go in. "Ladies first."
I realized, when we got inside his house, that we were completely alone in his house. While this is what I've longed for a while now, I still felt a little nervous. I mean, I could very well be deflowered tonight.
Rob took his tuxedo jacket off and hung it up in the closet near the front door. He slipped his shoes off and stuck them in there also. Then he loosened his neck tie. He turned back to me and grabbed my shoes, sticking them in the closet, then taking my coat and handbag and also putting them in there.
We were all set to go up to his room and . . .
Okay, so I wanted to do it really badly. He was taking so long.
Then he turned back to me and pulled me into the most hungry kiss I've ever felt. It affected my every inch like you wouldn't believe. It made my knees go weak and they buckled beneath me. Rob understood, since he caught me and picked me up.
Wow, he is strong . . .
It's not like I was all that heavy. Being 5'4" (A/N: I remember the first book said she was 5'2" and one of the later ones said she was 5'4", so I'm just going with the taller one, okay?) and average build, you tend to be pretty light.
And just like that he carried me upstairs and we ended up on his bed. His bed had previously been made, but after we got on it, there wasn't much of the bed clothing left. The only thing left was the fitted sheet and even that was mussed.
He had shut the door right when we got into his room. He was kissing me the whole way up the stairs and to his room. It really amazes me that he did not trip or drop me once. The guy has skill, I am telling you. And I would find out later that he's even more skilled at something else . . .
Well, I think you know what I was implying there. But seriously, the guy was a God in bed. It may have been my first time and all, but I know what I'm talking about, since as I am writing this, I had done it with him many times before.
But . . . I guess I should not have given that away.
Anyway, he was kissing me very hungrily, whilst pushing me into the bed. Although it sounds a little rough, it was still very pleasing, let me tell you.
I guess that was when he realized I still had my dress on. I really do not understand why he hadn't felt it earlier, but maybe it was him thinking with his other brain, if you know what I mean.
And it was then that he came to his senses. Oh, believe me, I could still tell that he wanted to do it - feel it was more like it. But I think he was thinking of me then. And while it may have been annoying, it still made me feel good that he cared about my feelings rather than just my body, you know?
He got up off of me and sat on the edge of his bed. "Oh, God, Jess," he said in this really scratchy voice. "I'm really sorry—"
I cut him off by saying, "You have nothing to be sorry about, Rob. If I did not want to do it, I would have told you. You know that."
"Yeah, but I—"
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I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I went over to the door to make sure it was locked. Then I went back and stood in front of Rob.
He looked a little confused. Like he couldn't figure out what I was doing. Oh, but he figured it out quickly enough, when I started slowly unzipping the back of my dress.
He looked up at me with shock. He was about to say something, but then I let me dress drop. From then on he was incapable of speech.
I didn't have a bra on underneath, since I felt that there really was no need for one, having a strapless dress and all. And its not like my boobs were sagging or anything, so I didn't need the bra to push my boobs up.
So when I dropped my dress, Rob saw all of me. Even with the only light coming from the moon, I'm sure that he could see every little inch and detail of me.
Well, okay, I still had my panties on, but that doesn't count.
And that's how it happened.
He was just staring at me for a few moments, looking into my eyes. That kind of shocked me too, I guess, that he was only looking in my eyes and nowhere else.
Then he broke eye contact. He reached forward and grabbed my hips, pulling me back on the bed with him.
He was underneath me, kissing me like never before. Kissing me with so much passion that I thought I would shatter right then and there.
While he was still kissing me and I was kissing him back, I reached down and started to unbuckle his belt. It came undone pretty easily, which was a major plus. He followed my lead and rid himself of his crisp, white shirt.
I looked into his eyes and grinned mischievously.
And thus started the foreplay.
I kissed all down his bare chest, stopping at the little strip of dark hair that led elsewhere. His belt was unbuckled, but his pants were still buttoned and zippered. I took the liberty of unbuttoning them, then I lowered my head to his pants and unzipped them with my teeth.
I felt him shudder beneath me. A good shudder, mind you.
Then I very carefully slid them down his legs and discarded them. They fell noiselessly to his wooden bedroom floor.
Then it struck me.
We were in his bedroom. About to . . . do it. Just something about that made me grin.
When I came back up to Rob, I think he had enough of being on the bottom, since before I could even think, he flipped us over so I was on the bottom now and he was on the top.
Men. Think they own everything.
Well, I got news for you buddy, I—
Ooooohhhh . . . that felt good.
Rob was kissing my neck, leaving a trail of white hot kisses all down my neck. Then he got to my collarbone, then lower . . .
He got to my breasts and kissed between them. Then he moved to my right one and lightly suckled on the nipple. It was . . . wow, it felt good. Then he decided to give my left breast some attention and did the same to that one.
By the time he was finished with that, I was completely his. It's amazing what a pair of lips can do to a person. Seriously.
Then he moved all down my torso, continuously making me feel the utmost of pleasure.
He slipped his thumbs under the elastic of my panties and slid them down my legs and they fell to the ground.
All we had to do was get rid of the last barrier between us and then I'd officially be his. Officially official.
Soon enough, his boxers lay on our pile of clothing next to his bed.
And, well, I really wasn't quite sure what to do now. Surely Rob must know what to do . . .
"Jess, are you sure you want to do this?" he asked nervously.
Now or never, Robbie.
I nodded. "Of course."
He grinned down at me, then reached into his bedside table drawer and extracted a condom. Wow, all those times I had been in his room and I hadn't thought to check that drawer?
I watched him slip the rubber on. I know he knew I was watching him. I think I may have made him a little more nervous, but . . . well, I wanted to see what was going in me before it actually did go in me.
Rob then positioned himself over me. He gently slid himself between my legs, which had parted willingly for him, like Moses and the Nile. Me being the Nile and him being Moses.
He asked me again. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I practically yelled.
He chuckled and then thrust into me, breaking my barrier. It's a good thing that I am very active too, or else, well, Rob would have had a stain on his sheets. That wouldn't really be all that pleasant. Then again, that would actually prove to me that this was really happening.
When he first thrust into me, this mind-numbing pain overtook me and I succumbed to it. It didn't pass for several minutes. But after he kept . . . you know, I got a little used to it and gradually the pain ebbed away.
It still wasn't all that enjoyable, but I know I made Rob feel pleasured. And that made me feel good too.
After a good five minutes, he slipped out of me and discarded the used condom. I still lay back against the pillow. He came and laid next to me and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.
He was breathing rather heavily. Well, he was the one exerting all of the energy.
I rolled over so I was facing him. He smiled at me as I did so. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I said. I meant it too. Yeah, it hurt quite a bit and I was still a little sore from it, but I've been hurt worse before, believe me.
"You're sure?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."
He still had his arms wrapped around me. They were a little loose around me and I wished for them to be tighter and for me to be pressed up against him and feel his warmth. Rob, astonishingly, read my thoughts and pulled me tighter to him, so our foreheads were touching.
Then he kissed me.
It wasn't like the one earlier where he was kissing me so passionately. No, this one was light and caring. It was sort of like a finale to our first night together.
And when we pulled away, he said the three words that I'd been longing to hear from him for so long.
"I love you, Jess."
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