Rosalyn bit her bottom lip as she sews white pearl beads onto the white lace dress that was on the mannequin. When she finished the design she took a step back to double-check the beautiful but complicated design made of gold sparkling sequin trim, black beads and white pearls that were on the front of the dress. It went along the sweetheart neckline and end above the pelvic bone. "One done and seven more to go," She uses her forearm to wipe her brow. "Shit, why did I decided on this design." She sighs.
"LYN, STEVE IS TRYING TO SNEAK IN THROUGH THE WINDOW!" Dustin screams from outside.
"DUDE!" Steve yells. Lyn pushes the mannequin behind her sewing armoire and went to the window. She looks out to see Steve jumping down from the tree. She locks the window and closes her curtains. She went back to doing the pearl designs.
She was able to do three more until she heard someone messing around with the lock on her door. "ROSALYN, STEVE IS TRYING TO PICK THE LOCK ON YOUR DOOR!" Dustin knocks on her door.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!" Steve yells at his friend.
"I could use a break anyway." Lyn got up to open her door enough for her to slip out and lock it.
"She's blackmailing me." Dustin points to his sister.
"What?" Steve turns to his girlfriend.
"I found playboys under his bed. I told him, if he doesn't keep you out of my room I would tell mom. Now I'm going to blackmail you." She pokes her finger into his chest.
"What?" Steve gasp, put his hand over the spot she poked.
"If you don't stop trying to get a peek at my prom dress, I'm going to tell my mom that you gave them to him. See how much she likes her Stevey then?" She glares at him.
"I would never do something like that." He let out a nervous laugh and Dustin join in.
"Yeah, you're both look so innocent right now." She rolls her eyes.
"I need to see the dress. How will I know what tie and corsage to get?" He whines.
"I told you to get a gold tie and white corsage." She grabs his hand. "Now, come on I'll bake the cookies you like." She tugged him along.
"Oh, can I lick the bowl?" Steve bounces around.
"If you're a good boy," She looks back to wink at him.
"Ew, I told you no flirting in front of me," Dustin fake gags.
Lyn read through the magazine that gave a step by step tutorial on how to do Farrah Fawcett's famous hairstyle. "Steve, better appreciate me." She mutters when she realizes how much time this was going to take. Leaving the magazine open on her vanity, she got started. She put a big blob of mousse in her hand and ran it through her hair. When her hair was coated in it, she uses a comb to part her hair in the center. She clips the top layer of her hair to the top of her head.
She grabs her curling iron and set it to 350 degrees, so it would be able to manipulate her hair. When the red light flashes on to show it was at the degree she wanted, she grabs the beauty tool. In small sections, she curls the bottom layer of her hair away from her face, making sure to leave the tips alone to give herself a more feathered look.
It took her about 45 minutes to finish curling the bottom layer and another 45 to do the same to the top layer. She curls and blows dry her bangs before applying the Farrah Fawcett's setting spray that Dustin had in his room.
She wiggles her arms that were sore from curling her hair. "Come on, we aren't finished yet." She gave them a pep talk. She opens a drawer that had her makeup. She painted her lips red, her cheeks a pinkish brown, and her eyes brown with gold glitter.
She slid on the white lace dress with the fancy design on the front. "Okay, Dustin I need you to zip me up." She pounded her fist on the wall that separated their rooms.
"Okay, I'm just feeding Yertle." He yells through the walls.
"Wash and dry your hands first." She yells back to him. She held the white lace dress close to her chest as she waited for him.
"I'm here with clean hands." He came into the room with hands up to show proof. Lyn turns around to have him zip her up.
"Thank you." She sat down on her vanity chair to use the mirror to put on her small white hoop earrings. She slid on her white pumps.
"What do you need to take a purse for? I know you're taking your car, but isn't Steve still driving and paying tonight?" Dustin grabs her white clutch with the gold handle that was on her bed.
"He is. I'm bringing this to complete my look." Lyn snatches it out of his hands before he could open it.
"Oh yeah, because without the purse people will feel like something is missing?" His words drip with sarcasm.
"Exactly," Lyn chose to ignore his tone.
"Prince charming is here." Her mom screams from her rocking chair in the living room.
"I'll get the door." Dustin ran out of the room.
"You little shit. You know I can't run in these heels." She rushes after him, but by the time she made it around the corner, Dustin had already got the door.
Steve stares at her with his jaw slacked. "Oh my...I… you look…" He clears his throat, trying to gather himself.
"I can't tell if he thinks you look good or awful." Dustin narrows his eyes at him.
"I think you look good, better than good. Beautiful, gorgeous, glamorous," He lists off compliments, not wanting Rosalyn to think that he thought she looked bad.
"And you look handsome, hot, sexy," She smiles at his rambling. She walks over and fixes the white rose boutonniere that was pin onto his black tuxedo jacket.
"I got you, your corsage." He held up a sparkling white ribbon that had three white roses attached to it.
"Thank you." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before holding out her arm for him to put it on. He slips it onto her wrist.
"It's Picture Time!" Her mom screams. They got blind by the flashing light when they turn to face her.
"Do a cute pose for me? Lyn kisses his cheek again." She instructed. Lyn did as her mom ask and kiss Steve on the cheek. A click and a flash came from the camera.
"Oh, Steve dips her like your dancing," Dustin said making their mom squeal in excitement.
"How many poses did we do?" Steve pulls out Lyn's chair for her to sit down before taking a seat himself.
"I lost count after 13." Lyn whines. She was ready to choke Dustin when he started looking through magazines for more poses. Her mom would still be taking pictures of them if the camera didn't run out of film.
"Hello, Rudy, Violet, Amanda, Andrew." Lyn greets her friends from the bookworm table. They were forced to go to prom by their parents, so like lunch, they decided to sit together.
"Do you know who the other four is?" Rudy nod his head to the four empty chairs.
"Stop worrying about it. It'll be other outcasts like us. Not like any of the other popular idiots are going to want to sit with us." Violet rolls her eyes. "No offense, Steve." She turns to the once self-proclaimed man on campus.
"None taken," He said slowly, which gave away that he was indeed offended.
"Even if its popular jerks, so what? It would take a true psycho to sit with us just to ruin our night." Andrew took a sip from the punch in front of him.
"I know a few." Lyn groans when Billy and Tommy lead their dates over to their table. Everyone turned to see who was coming their way.
"Oh my god, I knew we should have found four other people to sit with us." Rudy slams his palm into his forehead.
"Guys, what does it matter? We only have to sit here for dinner. Then after we can spend the night on the dance floor." Steve wiggles in his seat and wave his hands in the air. Lyn elbows his side to stop him. This wasn't the group that would be excited about that.
"I don't know how to dance." Rudy looks ready to hyperventilate.
"I'm sure they'll dance." Amanda rubs her boyfriend's back to calm him down.
"You're right. Thanks." He took a deep breath before giving her a kiss.
"Oh, nerdy love," Carol let out a mocking sigh as she drops down on the chair next to Violet, who moved her chair away from her and closer to Andrew.
"It's adorable." Tommy chuckled taking a seat next to his girlfriend.
"Hey Steve-o," Billy took the chair next to him. His date, Nicole quietly took the seat between him and Tommy.
"Fuck you, Hargrove." Steve grits his teeth.
"Whoa, calm down man," He put his hands up like he was surrendering.
"Where is a bat with nails when you need one?" Lyn pushes her lips together like she was really thinking. Billy glares at her. Steve let out a smug laugh and wraps an arm around the back of her chair.
"How oddly specific," Violet raised an eyebrow at her book buddy. Everyone else had the same confused expression on their faces.
"I just think it would be a cool weapon." She shrugs her shoulders.
"I can make one for you." Steve winks at her. She put her hand over her heart and pretends to swoon, falling limp against him.
"Oh," She springs back to life when a plate of food was placed in front of her.
"I want a man with a slow hand. I want a lover with an easy touch. I want somebody who will spend some time. Not come and go in a heated rush. I want somebody who will understand when it comes to love, I want a slow hand." The Pointer Sister was playing on the stereo. Lyn and Steve's arms were wrapped around each other as they sway. Lyn tense up at the slow sexual song, she curses whoever made the playlist.
"Are you alright?" Steve rubs her back when she twitches again.
"What? I'm fine. Why would you even ask that?" She asks defensively.
"Maybe because anytime a suggestive song comes on, you became an awkward mess. Look, you shouldn't feel pressured to do anything. I like the way things are." Steve told her.
"With you doing all the work and me just taking." Lyn scoff. The poor guy had to rub one out after taking care of her. Every time she told herself that she would try to give him some relief, but her nerves always got the best of her. She was scared of disappointing her experienced boyfriend.
"I'm grateful to be between your legs no matter what." He whispers into her ear. She shoves her face into his chest to hide her blushing face.
"Hello class of 1985, the votes are in. We have your prom king and queen." The Principle spoke into the microphone and wave an envelope around in the air. "The prom king is BILLY HARGROVE. The prom queen is NICOLE ANDERSON." He screams out their names. They made their way up to the stage to get crowned.
"Just great, something else for him to brag about," Steve sighs.
"Everyone clear the dance floor for the king and queen." The principles instructed them.
Lyn pulls the pouting Steve back to their table. "Where did your friends go?" Steve looks around the empty table.
"They left after taking pictures. This really isn't their scene." She shrugs.
She rolls her eyes when Tommy and Carol join them. "Doesn't Billy look great as prom king?" Carol throws a smug look at Steve.
"I think Nicole looks beautiful as prom queen, that gold crown on top of her red hair. I can see why she won. I'm glad I voted for her." Lyn smiled at Carol, twisting the metaphorical knife around. She knew that Carol was hoping to be prom queen.
"Come on babe, we can dance again." Tom pulls his girlfriend away before she explodes.
"I love that we hate the same people." Steve gave her a kiss to the temple. "Do you want to dance?" He asks her.
"I want to do something else." She opens up her clutch and took out a key to drop it into his hand.
"Motel 6," He read the keychain that was attached to the key. "The one on Cornwallis?" He looks up at his girlfriend.
"I'm ready. I know it might not seem that way with how nervous I've been. But, I promise its excited nerves." She opens her purse to show him the condoms she had inside.
"I'm ready too. Do you want to go now?" He jumps out of his seat.
"We can, yeah." She got up. Steve grabs her hand and pulls her along to the car. There was a tense silence as Steve speed to the motel.
"We're here." Steve beam at her.
"Wait, before we go in. I need to let you know that I might not be as good as the other girls you been with. At least not tonight, but I promise I'll do what I can do to get better." She grabs his hand before he could get out of the car.
"Babe, don't worry. You're going to be great. Soon, we'll be acting out scenes from your smut books." He gave her an obnoxious wink. She laughs and grabs her backpack from the backseat. They got out of the car. She leads him to the room she rented.
Steve took the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door. "This is a lot cleaner than I thought it would be." He looks around impressed by the place.
"I came this morning. I change the sheets and clean the place top to bottom." Lyn drops the backpack on the small dining table in the corner.
"What's in the backpack?" He nods to it.
"A change of clothes for each of us and toiletries," She told him.
"Did I ever tell you how attractive it is when you think of everything?" He bites his bottom lip and gave her a seductive look as he ran a hand through his hair.
She let out a laugh at his dirty talk. "Come over and unzip me." She turns her back to him.
"Whoa, you're not wearing a bra." His jaw drops along with her dress.
"It's a corset, I don't need one." She reaches out to unbutton the dress shirt he had on. When she was finished he shrugs off the jacket and shirt.
"Alright, now that all the nipples are out, let's get you on the bed." He scoops her up and throws her on the bed. He enjoys watching her breasts bounce from the movement. He took the rest of his clothes off. He slides her panties down before jumping on top of her. He gave her a passionate kiss on the lips before beginning a trail to her lower lips.
She gasps and proper herself up on her elbows. Nothing turned her on more, then watching him eat her out. "Oh fuck, Steve." Her body spasms when he curled his tongue and fingers inside of her.
Lyn closes her eyes to savor the moment. She always thought the smut she read exaggerates about the experience of an orgasm. While she didn't blackout or sees stars, it was definitely the best natural high she ever felt.
She opens her eyes when she felt Steve move off the bed. She watched as he took a condom from her purse and rolls it onto his cock. "You ready?" He looks over at her to see she was staring at his privates.
"Yup," She swallows the lump in her throat. She's seen it before, but now it seems bigger than she ever has seen it before.
He crawls on top of her and settles between her legs; because of the orgasm she just had he was able to slide in without much resistance. Both of them let out a hiss, once from pleasure and the other from pain.
"Shit, do you want me to pull out?" He asks when he looks down and saw tears in her eyes.
"No, no just go slow." She took a deep breath. It was a sharp pain when he first entered and now it was dull stingy. She was hoping if he kept going pleasure would be around the corner.
"Okay," He nods his head. He moves hips as slowly as he could. He kisses and sucks on her sweet spot that was located where her collarbone meets her neck. His one hand pinch and pull on her nipples, while the other rub her clit. He was hoping to distract her from the pain she was feeling. Her stillness was getting him flustered like he was the virgin. He didn't want her first time to be a completely horrible experience. He never felt more relieved when she wraps her legs around his waist and move her hips along with him.
"Go faster," She demands. The slow thrusts were no longer welcome, it felt like teasing. She could feel the familiar tightness building up in her lower abdomen. She knows from both Steve and herself exploring her body that she couldn't explode the way she likes to at a slow pace.
He gave her an open mouth kiss as he did what he was told. She kisses him back and ran her nails along his scalp in the way he likes. She wanted to make up for laying there like a dead fish.
"Oh shit, I'm going to cum." Steve pulls away when he felt himself at the edge. "You got to cum first." He gave her clit a pinch.
"Fuck," Her body jerks, the bit of pain heighten her pleasure. "Can you bite the sweet spot?" Her hand brushes over her collar bone. She didn't know where it came from; it just pops in her head. She decided to follow her instincts and asks.
"How hard?" He halts his thrust in surprises from the request.
"Just enough to leave a dark Hickie," She moves her hips more. Steve nods his head and picks the pace back up. When he didn't do it right away, she thought it was too weird for him. He curses again about cumming before he launches forward and biting her.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." She chants. The combination of pain, pleasure, and the new sensation of Steve feeling up the condom inside of her push her over the edge.
He rolled off her to take the condom off. He tied the end of it before throwing it in the trash. She got off the bed and waddle to the bathroom. After cleaning herself up, she went back to the bedroom. "Come here." Steve opens his arms to welcome her back in bed. She climbs onto the bed and lay in his arms.
"Besides the slow start, it was good for you right?" She stares down at the comforter.
"It was perfect." He yawns.
"Really?" She looks up at him.
"Better than I imagine like every moment with you." He flashed her a tired smile.
She gave him a peck on the lips. "I love you, Steve. Goodnight." She gave him another peck before laying her head on his chest to go to sleep.
"I love you too, Rosalyn." He kisses her forehead.