Dear Diary: You Haven't Seen the Last of Me
Dear Diary,
"Woooo, turn it up." Screamed Dahlia as she put herself through my sun roof.
"Get down, or I'm going to get busted by the po-po hoe." I shouted up to her, jerking her hand down.
"You're no fun what so ever." She said as she re-buckled.
"You know better than that, besides if I get busted you would be stranded, trying to bail me out before prom, while I try and keep all the prisoners away from me." I said.
This was the conversation between Dahlia and I on our way to the city to pick up a tux for me. Dahlia is the girl, whose parents were away for like two months, in which we took advantage of and drank til we dropped. Anyways we are going to prom together, because last year I didn't go because I was a stooge, and I was not going to miss out on my senior prom. I asked her because she is my best friend and we're practically twins, except she got the Latin blood out of the deal.
We have just this one day to get everything in order for prom, because miss thing in the passenger seat works every single day this week at Subway. She was recently hired there, but not only did she get the job she also got the hot boy that works there too. Hot Cousin Kyle we call him because one of our friends is also his cousin. They are absolutely cute together.
Did I mention that Dahlia and I are practically twins? Well it just so happens that we share more than just a brain. Hot Cousin Kyle and I made out in Dahlia's bed, while we were hammered. I had been on a quest that night to get him to admit he liked boys, and it worked a couple of hours later. Dahlia, of course, knew about this, and to be honest I don't want him so she can have them, with my blessing. I am sincerely happy for her, because she rarely gets attention for boys, let alone hot ones.
"Did you hear who was on the prom court?" she asked.
"I was there when they announced it, remember?" I said.
"We all know who you want to be your Prom King." She teased.
"Shut up…" I said sheepishly.
She sighed, turning back in her seat to face the road. "I hope he does make Prom King, if anyone on that list deserves it, he does." She said.
"I know honey, I know." I said.
We pulled into the Men's Warehouse's parking lot, and parked. We walked into the store holding hands. most people would interpret this the wrong way, us holding hands, but that's just a thing we do. We can practically read each other's mind while we hold hands. It's how communicate our private feelings while out in public.
The best thing about her is that she totally gets me, and being twinsies that should come as no surprise. I believe that's why we became so close, so fast. We understand each other better than anyone else, hell even better than we know ourselves.
"How may I help you?" said a delightful young woman said.
"We're here about tux rentals." I said.
"Right this way sir." She said, leading us into a back room. "A consultant will be here shortly."
"Thank you." I said.
We sat down and flicked through some of the catalogues left for guest to read at leisure. I saw several suits to my liking, and several models, but I was here to coordinate with Dahlia. She was wearing an elegant coral colored dress that had nothing to do with our 1920's theme. I was going to wear a black pinstriped tuxedo, with a fedorable fedora. Underneath would feature a coral vest and bow tie. Perfect down to the same shade.
Once the consultant appeared, and listened to my request, he went and fetched the idyllic suit, a perfect match to my description. I slipped into the suit to try it on, and it was a little loose, so he pinned it in the proper places. I slipped back out of the suit and he promised to have it ready for pick up in two hours.
We went to a nearby floral shop to pick out our matching corsage and boutonniere. We ordered a gardenia with silver trimmings. Simple and sweet, and no clashing with the coral.
"They're so pretty." Said Dahlia.
"I told you I knew what I was doing."
"All those Boushie B*tches, are going to be so envious that I have such a great date." She said kissing me on the cheek.
"You are pretty lucky; I'm the most thoughtful of prom dates." I teased.
"Because you are soo gay that you already had your wedding planned out at the age of seven?" she teased back.
"Exactly, I just know what needs to be done and I do it, simple as that." I said.
"Those kinds of things are usually left to the woman." She said.
"We both know when it comes to gender roles I would be the woman, although I would have to contest, and so would my…pelvic, organs." I said, squeezing a laugh out of her.
~xXx~
On the drive back home, I mostly thought about what prom is going to be like for me. There will be lots of dancing and a lot of paying attention to him as he dances with someone else. I hate myself for making me do this, but I need to go to at least one prom.
"I'm totally going to write you in for Prom Queen. I would love it if you won, the school could use a bit of diversity." Dahlia said.
"Yeah, except my motives are totally selfish; I want that crown." I joked.
"Gayyyyy." She said
"Straaaaaight." I said.
"Touché."
I dropped her off; sad to see her go, but she has to go make me a sandwich. Well, other people sandwiches.
I drove home with only my thoughts, driving parallel to the sunset. Such beautiful colors make this time one of my favorite times of the day. Kick back and relax with a strawberry wine cooler in a lawn chair watching the clouds roll by with a gentle breeze. I see the future on the horizon, yeah life is good now.
~xXx~
The limousine pulled outside of Dahlia's house, courtesy of her grandma, while I was putting on the finishing touches to her hair. I was doing a Breakfast at Tiffany's Audrey Hepburn style complete with a tiara of likeness to hers. I put the final touches on her makeup, going with a more natural look. I spun her around, revealing her in a defining moment. She was stunning, and she was in complete shock when she saw herself in the mirror
"Wow, you're gorgeous." I said, stunned.
"Thanks." She said blushing.
I tilted my head a bit, "I look good in coral."
"You really do look to die for," I said in all seriousness. I pulled her out of the bathroom, grabbed our tickets, her purse, corsage, and the boutonniere, and we were out the door. I heaved her dress so she could get into the limo with minimal damage to the dress.
The inside of the limo was black leather. The back cab was extended enough to seat eight people, four on each side. The middle held a table with a small tub of ice, and sparkling cider sitting coolly in the middle of it all. Complements of the owners I suppose.
"Wow, this is amazing." I said as though in a trance. It was like living a Hollywood dream that every gay boy dreams. The luxury of life in a car, stepping off the cover of a magazine. Tonight is the night of stars for me and all my friends. Dahlia gave the driver all the others addresses he need to pick up the rest of the gang. We picked up Madge, Katniss, Delly, and all their dates, squeezing in the limo. The guys sat in the back while the girls faced opposite of us. It was a bit awkward for us; we weren't well acquainted, with the boys I mean. But Katniss cracked open the bubbly, and poured us all glasses and toasted to the night.
"To Prom, To Us, and To Dancing until we faint." She said, everyone clinking glass with everyone. The cool liquid fizzed in the back of my throat on the way down.
"That hit the spot," I said belching to a chorus of giggles.
We pulled up to the main entrance of our school, where Promenade was being held. Greeted by thousands of twinkling lights, we entered the school and made our way to the back of the auditorium, more lights guiding us on our way. We checked in, in pairs. Everyone with their own dates.
We rounded about through the auditorium to go back stage and waited to be called on stage.
"Peeta and Dahlia." We began our slow cadence onto the stage, careful not to step on her dress. We emerged from behind the black stage curtains, waving to the crowd and keeping our posture as straight and formal as possible. We halted, Dahlia gave me a twirl, and then I gave her a twirl. Waving to the crowd again we stepped off the stage, and made our way to the very back of the auditorium. All the prom goers crowded in the back waiting for everyone else to finish. When they did finally finish, we made haste trying to get out the auditorium. Several people tripped over dresses and their own two feet.
In our commons room, we all lined up to take our pictures. The scene was cardboard cutouts of people from the twenties. The backdrop was a scenic path of greens lit by old fashioned, gas lamps. While waited for our turn, we chit chatted about where we were going to eat. This turned into our favorite dish. This turned into our favorite kind of cuisine. This turned into our favorite country and where we would visit if we could. This turned into us fantasizing about British celebrities, particularly male celebs like David Beckham.
It was then that I saw him with his date, who also happened to be his ex. He was getting his picture taken, god he looked so freakin sexy in his tuxedo. That broad on his arms doesn't know the half of it. She doesn't know how I would kill her if it meant that I could have just one day with him. She doesn't realize how lucky she really is to have him. If she did she wouldn't have ever let him go. I turned around to avoid the inevitable eye contact that happens when you stare. I re- emerged into the conversation that was now about boobs.
Posing for our picture came natural to me. We previously decided that we would do something crazy and totally gay just to piss off the school we hate. So what happened was Dahlia posed like a man, flexing arms with her fist by her hips, unnaturally still. On the other I posed with the duck face and my hands on both my cheeks while my knees were bent and I was leaning forward. Flash, a permanent memory of us.
Regrouping we left for Coco China, some Chinese restaurant that everyone likes to eat at. I personally don't like seafood, but I was told there was chicken as well. Which turned out to be true, because I had two helpings of Sweet and Sour Chicken on rice. We didn't get the chance to talk much, between mouthfuls and laughing to much at jokes of someone's dispense. We were on a time crunch, given that the actual Prom started an hour after we arrived at Coco China. I did note that Delly's date was uncomfortably close to me, his leg brushing against mine more times that it should have it was an accident. Great another thing I have to deal with, well maybe if I keep it a secret I could get laid tonight. On the other hand I would have to deal with a heartbroken Delly.
Decisions, decisions.
~xXx~
Prom was being held in a neighboring town, in a place by the name of The Mirage. When we arrived at The Mirage the outside looked substandard to the name it holds. It looked like a small bland building, in which a couple hundred, beautifully dressed people were gathering. Pulling up in a limo, all eyes were on us, and I felt a bit exposed. No one else in our town could afford to rent the limo, heck no of us could afford it all by ourselves, but since we went in a group it was easily paid for. Nevertheless, we were the center of attention.
One by one we step out, boy first then his date. Dahlia and I were the third ones out, and probably the best looking too. To prove it, when we enter The Mirage we were bombard with complements, especially on her makeup at which she would give me credit for. I was even asked to do a girl's makeup next year, at which I respectfully declined due to the fact that I will be long gone.
The party was just beginning, and no one but the class weirdo was dancing, by himself. No one paid him mind, he was a bit loopy in the head if you know what I mean. My group congregated around the chocolate fountain where I helped myself and Dahlia to chocolate covered strawberries. Delicious, but what was the best out of it all was the amazing punch. A great concoction that might have been pink lemonade, sprite, and rainbow sherbet if my taste buds are correct. I most definitely have to get the recipe later.
I spun Dahlia away from the food and to a table on the far end. I claimed it for my group and some coming friends that would eventually arrive. I waited by the door with Dahlia for the one girl who loved to dance just as much as I could. Cashmere.
Cashmere is this petite woman of my age who dances as well as I can. We personally draw inspiration from each other to dance better. Whenever we dance together we draw off each other, practically dancing in sync. She is a blonde at heart and birth, but a redhead from the bottle. My height, and in all actuality is the only girl that I have ever loved on a deeper than friendship level. She knows this of course, and of course right now I don't feel the same way anymore. We developed our relationship that rivals siblings.
Any who when she showed up I was ecstatic because I was ready to dance. People in our school don't like to draw attention to themselves for fear of being ridiculed. Let me tell you, when you are gay, you get used to the ridicule. But that isn't what everyone had on their minds when we, Cashmere and I, started to dance. They were gagging on our talent. If you ever see a stripper combined with a go-go dancer, you would know what our dancing looks like in general. Of course we know how to ballroom dance, tango, salsa, polka, etc. but you dance with the beat of the song. I was in ballet once, it was dreadfully slow.
Eventually other people got the courage to start dancing as well. Everyone was on the dance floor for the slow dance; it is the only dance everyone feels safe performing. I slow danced with Dahlia for all of the slow dance songs that would play that night. So when the slow song ended everyone stuck around now that they didn't have to make a spectacle of themselves getting on the dance floor for everyone to watch and see what he or she is going to do.
I didn't stop dancing unless they decided to play country music. I hate country music that they make these days, if you would call it country. I love that Reba Macintyre, George Straight, Shania Twain, and Josh Turner. Today's country is full of lyrics and beats that belong to a different genre. They thing that just because they add an acoustic guitar that it makes it country, ha! Anyways back to Prom.
When they played the country music I would just go back to the punch and drink cup after cup. Dancing in a tux is a whole lot different than booty shorts and a tank top. I got hot a lot easier, which always makes me thirsty. Cashmere doesn't like country music either, so she would join me and we would chatter away about the crummy music choice, or gloat about our dancing, or make fun of the people trying to do what we do best.
Over all I had the time of my life, dancing the night away until that moment of the coronation of the Prom King and Queen.
"If I could have your attention, I would like to announce the king and queen of this Prom." Our principle spoke into the microphone. "I am pleased to announce that this years Prom King is..." he flipped open the envelope "CATO MONROE!" He climbed the stairs onto the stage and accepts his scepter and crown. Of course He would win, out of all the people he does deserve. I was happy for him, I truly was.
"If I could have your attention once again," the entire crowd went dead silent. "I would like to announce the Prom Queen."
The 2014 Prom Queen is…Peeta Mellark!?" the principle said in disbelief.
I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn't believe my ears. I felt myself blush and tears welling up in my eyes. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and disgusted. I was embarrassed because I was the center of attention, and for once I didn't like it. Humiliated because no matter how hard I try, I am still a guy. I am a guy who likes to wear makeup and were the occasion girly top. I am ten times the man than any other man in this room because I have ten times the balls and they know it. It takes courage to do what I do. No one else has the guts to do what I do, even if what I do is feminine. I know who I am, what I am, and I am not a woman.
I was disgusted at my classmates that wrote me in for Prom Queen. Some sort of sick joke played on me to make me cry or run away. Whatever they wanted from me, they aren't going to get it. I am not running away, and I am not going to show them they can do this. I will make them regret their decision.
I re-gathered myself, straightened my pink bow tie, and sashayed my way up the stage. I tipped down to receive my crown and turned to face the crown.
"Bow Down." I said, causing them to chuckle through the awkwardness.
I went to stand by Him of course for the year book and other pictures to be taken. He extended his elbow for me to take and I slid my hand into the crook before looking up to the cameras. I refused to make eye contact with Him; in fact I avoid looking at him as much as possible. Looking into the crowd, the entire crowd stared at us. There was mixed looks, looks of amusement, astonishment, and aggravation. Amusement from those who made this possible, that much was obvious. Astonishment from those who had no idea, and/or those who just went along with the crowd and voted for me but weren't expecting it to backfire on Him. Aggravation from the Prom court would be queens if it hadn't been for me. Well I say fuck them all.
"It's time for the annual Prom King and Queen Dance; student's please give them room and be respectful to your new royalty." Principle said, marching off the stage and into the backroom along with some of the Teacher-Chaperones.
He guided me down the stage steps; I kept my stone cold bitch face on full blast. He circled me around to face him, his left hand in my right, and his right on my waist while mine rested on his shoulder. I finally gave in and looked at him. His face was beet red and he kept looking around at everyone nervously. He stood at an awkward distance from me, so we wouldn't be uncomfortably close, this would be strictly formal.
ABBA's Dancing Queen came on, how stereotypical of them, but hey at this point I just want the night to end. We danced modestly, a first time for me tonight, and as we danced we locked eyes. It was as though unspoken words were flowing between our eye contact. I was telling him how sorry am for everything that has happened, while he was doing the exact same thing. The scar of history between us has been ripped open into a fresh wound. Everything was exposed to us, and I wouldn't be surprised to see the crowd making small connections or assumptions.
All of the unrequited love was on the dance floor for display for everyone to see.
I was a fool to think I could ever be strong enough to handle the final straw that broke me. I started to cry as he spun me around. The tears fell as he waltzed me around the dance floor, doing his duty as Prom King. I lost it completely as he dipped me down low at the end of the song.
I ran into the bathroom and locked the stall behind me and threw myself to the toilet. I threw up into the latrine and fell back against the wall after flushing it all away. I sank down to the ground and put my head against my knees and wept. A knock at the stall door made me jerk my head up and practically shout at them that it was occupied. Although they weren't looking to use the bathroom.
"Open up Peeta, we know you're in there, and we know you're crying, and we know you need us." called Katniss' voice.
"What I need is some privacy so go away." I said back.
"Is that an order your highness?" she said mockingly.
"Yeah I suppose it is, you're not even supposed to be in here anyways. Get out before you get in trouble." I said realizing so.
"Fine, but you should know you still have all of your friends, and the He went off some guys because of you." She said. Before turning on heel and leaving.
That boy. The more I sulked in the bathroom, the more I realized that this wasn't how I react to things, this isn't me. I stood up and wiped the tears from my face. There was no since in crying, that would only give them the satisfaction. A temporary lapse in my total bitch control wasn't going to define my night. I exited my stall and fixed my crown in the mirror before rejoining the night.
Through the rest of the night I recovered slowly, but ultimately I had the night of my life, and definitely one to remember. Later on the final songs were played, but by then only a handful of people were left. The Prom King and his date was still here, along with the Prom Queen and some of his friends.
But then everyone left, except for Me, Him and Dahlia. Mariah Carey's H.A.T.E.U. had come on, and Dahlia refused to leave unless we have danced to it. So we danced. That is until we were interrupted.
"Don't you think we should have the last dance?" He said, tapping me on the shoulder.
I turned around to see him with his hand out, a gesture asking for my hand.
"Oh, um…" I said lost for words.
"Absolutely, the King and Queen should have danced all night if you asked me. Goodnight Peeta." Dahlia said leaving.
And then there were two of us, me and Him dancing alone to H.A.T.E.U. He was closer to me than he was when we had a crowd, so close that I could smell his breath and feel the warmth he radiated. I pressed the limits by resting my head on his shoulder, he didn't object. We spun round and round, simply talking.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
He looked down at me. "I am doing this for you."
"Why though?" I pressed further.
"Because you have dealt with enough, I figured I could help you out by giving you something you want… namely me." He said.
"I…" I faltered. As much as I hate knowing he is only doing for me, like a charity case, I couldn't rise to tell him to just go away. Simply because I didn't want him to go, ever, and if that meant sucking up my pride for just a few moments I will.
"Hmm?" he said.
"Nothing… Thank You." I said.
"I'm not just doing it because I feel sorry for you, believe me I do, but I am doing this because I want to, I have the right to as your King," he joked. "Mainly because I do care about you, I love the affection you give me, even if it isn't given back. I am thankful for the distance you put between us when others are around, for my sake when I know all you want to do is be close to me…" I pressed my fingers to his lips. I looked up at him, our faces inches from each other.
"I don't need any of that. I understand what you mean. Just like I understand that nothing can happen simply because you don't feel that way. That's okay with me, honestly. You know why? Because simply being around you makes me happy." I said.
"Still, you deserve more." He said, looking across the dance floor, as though searching for something different.
"Maybe so, but you aren't the one who will give me that. There will be someone who will love me as strong as I love you. Someone who can make me happy like you do. Maybe that someone will come sooner or later. Either way you shouldn't concern yourself with me. Live your life the way you want, and I will live mine." I explained.
He looked back down at me. "That would mean I would go on happy while you suffered on the sidelines waiting for your own gay Prince Charming. That is a cruel thing to do."
I put my hand on his cheek, "Who says my Prince Charming has to be gay?"
At this he kissed me. Not the peck on the lips kiss me, but a full on lip battle that was fought gracefully. I can honestly say he took my breath away. Our tongues lashed at each other fighting for control, and I lost, got lost, and was lost in his kiss. His kiss…
I backed off of him when I realized what was happening. He pulled me closer but I tilted my head to the ground, my cheeks a blazing red.
"Why did you do that for?" I asked.
"Because I wanted to." He simply said.
"No you didn't, I know better than that. You did it because I wanted it to happen." I said.
"Can't you see that making you happy, even if it was just for one night, is making me happy." He said. "I don't regret anything, that's how I live my life, with no regrets that is. Everything I do is for a reason, and maybe kissing you was a selfish reason. I want you to be happy tonight, and knowing you were happy because of me would make me happy, and that is selfish of me, when you deserve happiness every day."
"You're hopeless," I say giving up on this argument. I press closer, and he got the message.
The song ended beautifully, I wrapped my leg around his waist as He dipped me so low my crown fell off my head. He brought me up in a snap, face to face. For the longest time we stared into each other's eyes looking for answers that were better left unknown. We separated slowly. I picked up crown and went to my table to gather the rest of my tuxedo. I turned to leave, to see him waiting for me.
"It's time to leave you know." I said, brushing past him. He caught my hand.
"I know." He said. We went outside holding hands, waving goodbye to the chaperones and the Principle. When we got outside, my car was nowhere to be seen. My mother was specifically told to bring my car here, but to no avail she didn't. Lord I hope she isn't on one of her booze binges again.
"Need a lift?" he asked.
"I guess so." I pouted.
He guided me to his Jeep, where I jumped in the passenger seat. He hopped in the driver's seat and let it fly. We sped through the town, wind through my hair. We didn't talk much, he seemed to be a bit preoccupied, but we did sing along to the music on the radio.
We passed my street, where I presumed he was taking me home. I didn't want to say anything because I know he knew where I lived. Instead I just sank back in my seat and hoped that there wasn't a mass murderer underneath that smile. A few miles later we were pulling into a…
"What are we doing here?" I asked, alarmed.
"I just need to check on something, I made reservations for tonight but obviously…" he said getting out of the car and heading inside. I followed him in, I was curious as to what it looked like on the inside. I've never been in there because; well I never really had a reason to.
The inside was grand. A big chandelier dangled from a three story ceiling, while the floor and pillars were of marble. The walls were a creamy color with a faint touch of yellow, and while the light was casted on them, they seemed to glow. There was also a grand stair case the spiraled up the three floors in a wide arc and a receptionist desk where we were heading.
"Um yeah I had a room that I had made available tonight, and I was wondering if I could have a refund or something?" he was asking the lady at the desk.
"I'm sorry sir, we don't have a refunds policy." She said blandly.
"But I'm not even staying there tonight." He said.
"Sorry 'bout your luck kid, maybe next time." She said.
"Fine then, can I have my key please?" he asked in sugar sweet politeness.
"I thought you weren't staying the night here?" she said with a quirk of her eyebrow.
"Oh I don't know I should probably get my money's worth, besides me and my boyfriend need a place to crash together." He said with venom.
Up until this point I had kept silent, but at the mention of the word boyfriend I snorted. He and the Receptionist both looked at me. I turned away, and they turned back to their conversation.
"Babe?" He called.
"Coming Dear." I said, meeting him at the staircase where he wrapped an arm around my waist and threw the receptionist a look over my shoulder.
~xXx~
"I don't suppose you object staying the night here, do you?" He asked me.
"I'm fine," I said.
God this night has been a whole lot to take in. Prom Queen, the Prom King, the Drama, the Scandal, the Lies, the Trickery, everything. Now the Prom Queen is all alone with the Prom King in a Hotel meant for someone else.
"Complimentary Champagne?" he asked handing me a small bottle of the stuff.
"Are we even allowed?" I asked.
"Everything in this room was paid for by me, so yes it okay, whether it is illegal for us or not, is not our fault. The hotel is the one who stocked the mini fridge, and they are the ones who gave this room to minors. So my question is, why not?" He said.
"Why not?" I toasted raising my glass to clink with his.
He flopped down on the bed beside me, keeping his drink align so it would spill. I leaned back with him, resting my champagne on my stomach.
He sighed. "What a night."
"You're telling me." I say.
He took a swig and I followed suit. I looked over at him and study the contours of his face. He looked at me.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be you, did you know that?" He asked.
"I'm pretty boring." I said honestly.
"You are anything but ordinary, the crazy you stuff you do every day, the clothes, the makeup, the dancing all the time, and all the sassy you serve the school. You are by far the most interesting person in that school." He said.
"Oh, stop you're making me blush." I joked.
"It's true!" he insisted.
"Well its' just me being me. All of that is who I am. Even if I am the Prom Queen let it be stated that I don't feel like a woman, I don't want to be a woman, I just like to do woman things." I said.
"So no sex change?" he teased.
"Shut up." I said punching his arm.
"I don't know, you would look might sexy as a woman, I'd think I would have a round with you." He said joking, I think.
"My, my mister, are you flirting with me?" I teased.
"So what if I am?" he said, rolling over, to where he was towering over me. With each arm on either side of me, he formed a cage around me, as if daring me to try and escape.
"It's something you shouldn't do," I shot back.
"Something like this?" he said, before advancing on me. He pressed his lips softly against mine, I felt a spark dancing across my lips, once again he took my breath away, but I quickly recovered. This time I pressed back, returning the favor as I felt his breath leave his body. His eyes widened at this experience and he pressed further.
I let my hands wander places they shouldn't. I let them unbutton his shirt one by one and caress the smooth planes of muscles on his torso. I let my hands rip of his shirt while his hand went to work on mine. I left his bow tie on him; however I loosened it for his.
I lifted up so he could take off my shirt, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back, never breaking our kiss. I barrel rolled on top of him, and pinned him to the bed. I broke the kiss to let him catch his breath, and give him time to reconsider what was about to happen. My hands slid slowly from his wrists, to his elbows, to his shoulders, down his chest and abs, to his belt. I rested my hands there, and stared at him. He looked at me as if to ask what you are waiting for. So I advanced onwards.
I tugged at his belt and pulled it off of him. His hands rested on my hips, as I unzipped his pants, and pulled them down slowly to reveal a tight pair of red undies. I lifted my bum and pushed his pants down to his ankles, where he wriggled out of this. I looked at his impressive bulge, and then looked up at him, and then back at his big bulge. I gently slid his underwear down to mid-thigh and saw his semi- hard man piece. I goggled at his bit, and I looked at him again just to be sure he knew what he was getting himself into. He gave me an unapologetic look, and I went down.
I did my best work on him, I tried extra hard to give him the time of his life. I wanted him to loosen up all the pent up stress and let go of all the doubtful thoughts in his head as to why he was here doing the deed with a gay man. From all the moaning and sighing I was hearing I'd say I was doing a bang-up job.
I didn't resurface much, I was trying too hard to get it all inside to ever worry about breathing. My tongue slid up and down, and swirled around working overtime. My lips tight and my teeth were nowhere to be felt. I was really going ham on him when he grabbed my elbow.
I looked up at him, and he had a look in his eyes as if to say all in good time. I lifted me off the floor and back on to his lap. His hand fell to my pants and he pulled them off my body, with a little help from me. He literally tore my underwear off of my body, and rested his hands on my newly bare waist. He pressed me against his groin, and I could feel his rod on my backside, the message was clear.
I rolled over onto my back, bringing him with me. I surrendered myself to him ever so willing to let anything and everything happen. He reached across me to retrieve his bill fold where he pulled out a condom.
"Allow me." I whisper sensually. So his stood prostrate on his knees on the bed. My legs were on either side of him, and they didn't shift one bit when he lifted me into a sitting position. I was at eye level with his crotch, so I put the unwrapped condom in my mouth and grabbed his shaft. Aligning the condom in my mouth I slid down his shaft, finally reaching the base of his cock, effectively putting the condom on.
I lay back down on my back and he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He pulled the covers over us, surrounding us in the white duvet. I stared into his eyes, and I when I looked at him I saw something beautiful, he was beautiful. I completely surrendered to his every whim. I will admit that when he put it in I cried. It hurt really badly, but I refused to stop, at this point everything was fragile and one recant would break everything.
Eventually I loosened up and was put in the groove with the motion of his hips. He went slowly, as he could I was in pain (there was no hiding it), but when he had breathing room, he went hard. And he didn't stop. I screamed out in joy. I moaned in pleasured. Waves of euphoria washed over me as he pounded my g-spot repetitively. Wave after wave in sync with the motion of his hips, I've never felt this way before. I locked my legs tightly around his waist, and refused to let go.
We both could sense the climax approaching both his and mine. If it wouldn't have been for sheer will power, I would have come twice over, but rode it out waiting for him. His hips bucked at a breakneck pace, he was relentless in the satisfaction he was giving me. Finally my will broke and I let it all go, all over the duvet, my body, and his body.
That was when he broke, and was sent over the edge. His final thrusts made audible by his grunts, as he released. In this moment I involuntarily arched my back from the sheer force and joie de vivre.
He pulled out and fell on his back by my side.
I sighed and rested my head on his chest and pulled the duvet over my shoulders, drifting off to a blissful dream.
~xXx~
I woke with a stream of light peeking through the curtains. He was nowhere to be seen, but on his pillow was a rose, a message.
Following that weekend I went back to school for a month. Nothing had changed. I still saw him in the hallways and I still wanted him. But I made no contact whatsoever, except for the occasional eye contact that came with a smirk on both ends. I was as happy as I was that one faithful night. I will always be that happy when I see him. Every time we lock eyes I am reminded of that night, and that will always leave a smile on my face.
I knew there were boundaries that couldn't be crossed and limits that should never be reached. I never made an attempt to do so. He made me the happiest person alive, now it was my turn to make him happy, and he was happy with the way things were, and giving him that was the least I could do.
Graduation came, an then we all left for the summer. I didn't see him that much over the holiday, but when we did, I couldn't help but smile to myself. The summer holiday passed and I was heading off to the college of my dreams.
It was time for me to start a new, in a brand new place, on my own. So I packed all my belongings into my itty bitty car and headed 73 miles away from the place I called home. The journey was symbolic, as I left my house, my home, my old life in the rear view mirror. I opened the sunroof and waved goodbye to no one in particular.
~xXx~
Parked, I gathered all my stuff out of the car and wheeled it away on my suitcase. I toted my belongs around the winding path to Garver Hall, where my dorm was located according to this paper sent to my house weeks prior to my arrival. Garver Hall was huge, I traveled up three flights of stairs and made a right turn and walked down the hallway near the end to the dorm title "313". I paused outside my door and took a deep breath. I turned the knob to my new house and entered.
A familiar blonde smile greeted my own.
The end of a revolutionary love story. With that said, I hope you loved the story of my own love life!
Remember that this chapter was completely fictional, but the rest of the story wasn't
I send all my love to the readers and reviewers of this story
XOxXx,
Crystal Heartlace