Chapter 12

"We are following the bus over to Angela's house so we could see you off before you go to the next house." My mom was telling me her plan as I was getting dressed.

I had an athletic cut tuxedo that was charcoal grey. I just happened to find a slim long tie and kerchief that matched the colors in her dress perfectly. I got a haircut that my mother couldn't stop fonding over.

It was still fairly long on the top but short on the sides. I kept trying gel and comb it back but since my hair was very wavy it would all spring back up within a couple of minutes. After messing with it for a while I just let it be.

I went to a barber Shop and had them line my stubble up. The Barber was an older gentlemen and he used a straight razor. It was an interesting experience, letting someone put a razor that close to my neck. It was worth it though, I wanted to look good for Angela.

I was pulling the corsage and Boutonniere out of the refrigerator and I heard my Mom suck in a breath. I stood up and she was crying.

"What's wrong? What happened? Dad?" she didn't respond as I yelled.

I patted her back at an awkward angle trying to make sure she doesn't cry on my suit.

"Whoo son! You look dapper!" Dapper? Ha, old people are funny "What's wrong Bella?"

"He, He looks so grown up!" she sniffled "My baby!" she was hiccupping and there was snot it was gross. My Dad laughed at her.

I felt that weird feeling I felt at therapy. My Mom was the best. She loved me so much! Who on earth could I even think of calling another person by the same name.

I went over to Angela's before my parents and the party bus that all the guys went in on. I was meeting her Dad who flew in from Florida.

He was an intimating man. Large, taller than me and bulkier as well. Blonde hair and very light eyes, like Angela's, he looked white to me. Her family was ethnically Colombian, but of different races. I found it very interesting that all these people could look so different but have the same background…Kind of.

He found that the fact she liked me disheartening. I heard the term "gringo" I couple times in the ten minutes we'd spend together. Overall I think I did ok, he seemed to know not to show his dislike for me too much. Which I appreciated.

Mr. Marks and I talked Lacrosse while we waited for her to come down. He was obviously uncomfortable around Mr. Lucas, I understood.

He and Mrs. Marks spoke in hushed Spanish over in a corner, it worried me but I couldn't show it.

"Okay, I'm coming down." She yelled very ladylike from the top of the stairs. Ha!

We all looked at the steps like we were on a TV show.

I was floored! She was wearing the dress from the pictures, but her hair was hard to explain. There were two large curls pinned to the top of her head and the rest was pulled back into a ponytail that was also curled at the ends.

Although I found her most beautiful without any makeup, she was very pretty all done up. Make up, jewelry, and open toed high heels. The boner that was threatening didn't dare to make an appearance with scary Dad around.

We did all the traditional prom things once my family go there. My grandparents, aunts and uncles all of them came over to take pictures at Angela's house. Her family ate it up. I think it brightened His opinion of me slightly.

As we were leaving out her Dad pulled her to the side and could hear him say "Recordar su arma. Yo no confiar en él ! Usted tiene un 01 a.m. Toque de queda , de la niña. por favor no quedar embarazada por el chico blanco." Which made my Dad laugh.

I looked at him in question. "Angela has a curfew and her Dad does not like you!" ugh! I forgot that my Dad spoke fluent Spanish. Had to ask him about some of the things she would call me when she was mad.

"What time?"

"1:00"

"Oh, that's fine. I thought he was gonna say 11 or something."

My Dad just shook his head as his listened to them talk and his expression became a bit somber. Then he shrugged and laughed again as he walked me out of the house.

I could hear her argue with whatever he said I'd hope she wouldn't let him ruin our night. She didn't.

Once on the bus we still had to pick up Kedi for Carlie. She rode over with my parents but they made less of a big deal because it technically wasn't even her prom since she was a junior. The junior prom was a month ago and she a Kebi went as "friends". This time I'd gotten Eric to be her stand in date for her Dad because even though I didn't like her my sister loved her.

They were a beautiful couple in complimenting blues.

The prom was held at the science center and was perfect. I never took my hands off Angela. We ate the shitty food I'm sure they spent too much money on. Took corny typical prom pictures in the old school poses.

She danced while I just held on, though I had rhythm I just wanted to feel her body against mine.

After I could take anymore I pulled her over near the Anthropology exhibit. Which was hidden away in its own closed off room.

"You look so fucking good can I please kiss you?" I asked.

"Yes" she breathed.

We made out heavily for a long time. I was getting dizzy from the lack of air when she finally pulled away, panting. She grabbed my hand and pushed my head down her neck in order to show me where she wanted me to kiss.

With my hand she palmed her breast and moaned into my ear at the sensation. I lifted the leg that was already half exposed through the slit in her dress so that her leg was up over my thigh. On its own accord my hand went up her dress and squeezed her ass.

"Masen" Shit! I slowed my motions because I didn't know where she wanted this to go but as soon as I did she placed her hand on mine. She tilted her head to look in my eyes and pressed my arm so that my hand would touch her.

I did to, I slipped my finger inside of her thong and she was completely bare and slick. I rubbed around to make her folds wet and then pressed lightly on her clit. She was making the best noises in my ear.

"Shit." Was the only coherent word that could come out of my mouth. I was straining so hard against my pants it hurt. I kind of grunted from the pain and simultaneous mental pleasure of getting her off.

She was leaning back slightly and riding my hand, my middle finger was buried deep as my thump pressed on and off of the sweet spot. I had managed to get her dress down a bit to expose her left breast. Every time I leaned down to take one nipple into my mouth my dick would yell in discomfort.

I guessed she could sense my discomfort because she reached down and palmed me but at my wince she reached into my pants. She stroked me maybe five times before I had to still her hand. "Fuck, Angela, we have to stop unless we going to do a lot more." I barely got out.

"I want to do more Masen." I looked at her in shock as she pulled away from me and got down on her knees. I could only watch as she released me completely from my pants and took me into her mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the sensations. She sucked me as if she was dying from thirst and I had the only water source in my dick.

Hands free, gag free, Deep throating for all of five minutes was all I needed before I was stuttering trying to tell her I was about to come. Angela, gave a jerky go ahead to release down her throat and I fell all the more in love with her.

I was spent and completely drained. She was amazing. I was lending down against a wall almost sitting on the ground. She was sitting on the ground watching me pant with a satisfied face of achievement.

"Lindo, sé que estás cansado , pero ¿qué vas a hacer por mí?" She smirked as she spoke like I was supposed to know what she was talking about.

"I have no idea what you just said." I laughed.

"Come here…" she said as she beckoned me and spread her legs as she slid down in front of me. Instantly turning me on again. I licked my lips as she hitched her dress up.

Shifted my position to between her legs and went to town. She tasted so good and her pussy was pretty, if that was a thing. She was beautiful as she came on my tongue and hand about ten minutes later. Shout something intelligible in Spanish.

Ignoring my renewed boner, we went to the restrooms to clean up as best we could. I was a mess and made no effort to really fix my tux

We met back up in the main lobby but before we entered the area they used as the ballroom I gave her a passionate kiss. This was definitely one of the best experiences I have ever had.

*"Recordar su arma. Yo no confiar en él ! Usted tiene un 01 a.m. Toque de queda , de la niña. por favor no quedar embarazada por el chico blanco." =

Remember your weapon. I do not trust him! You have a 1:00 a.m. Curfew, little girl. please do not get pregnant by the white guy.

*"Lindo, sé que estás cansado , pero ¿qué vas a hacer por mí?" = Lovely, I know you're tired, but what are you going to do for me?