True to his word, probably not wanting to hurt his mother's feelings, Scott snuck me into a high school prom. I got to watch him claim Willow's first dance while he gave her date shit. Watching him with her made my heart melt. Could he really give them up for me?
"What a dipshit," said Scott, complaining about Willow's date.
"All teenage boys are," I said, overwhelmed with emotion when he took me into his arms.
Being with him and his family all day was going to my head. He was surrounded by so much love. How could I just take it all away?
"They probably would have lined up for you if you went to school. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make things weird. We don't have to stay if you don't want to. It's just, when Willow put those pearls on you, for some reason I didn't want them to come off. It's stupid, I know," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine went around his neck.
"No, I get it. I know what you mean. Same," I said, touching the pearls around my neck before looking up at him.
The moment was filled with such intensity it left a sweet ache in my heart. All this marriage stuff had gotten far too serious too quickly.
"Everyone deserves to go to prom," he said, changing the subject by taking my hand and leading me to the punch bowl.
After getting us each a glass, he handed them to me. Then he stuck his hand into his breast pocket and pulled out a flask, pouring some of its contents into each of our glasses.
"You weren't at prom if your punch wasn't spiked," he said with a grin, taking one of the glasses from me.
"What else?" I asked, returning his infectious smile.
"You have to dance like an idiot and think you're cool," he said, showing me his moves.
"Willow's going to kill you," I said, laughing as he let loose.
"Us, she's going to kill us," he corrected me, manipulating my hips until I was moving in the crazy, rhythmless way he was.
We spent hours going crazy on the dance floor, like there was no one else there, goofing off like a couple of teenagers in our own little world.
"You better not be trying to get me drunk, Scott Brady," I said, after the third glass of punch had me a little tipsy.
As the night wound down, and the crowd thinned, he started getting bolder.
"Prom night means lots of groping," he said, grabbing my ass and squeezing it as he held me close.
We were barely swaying at this point, but he was stealing little kisses and copping feels.
"People are looking. You're not nearly as subtle as you think you are," I said, scolding him.
"Then I should stop trying so hard," he said, cupping my neck and smashing his lips against mine, sneaking his tongue into my mouth.
We were full on making out when he rushed me out of the gym. Stumbling through the halls, kissing and laughing, trying multiple doors until we finally found one that was unlocked.
"Another staple of prom night is losing your virginity," he said, pulling the teacher's chair out and dropping his pants before he sat down.
"I'm not a virgin," I said, playing coy, as I walked in front of the desk he was sitting behind, trailing my finger on the wood.
"Good, because I don't want you fucking me like one," he said, his eyes lighting up, daring me to fuck him where he sat.
If his words weren't enough to confirm what he wanted, his actions certainly were. I couldn't see it happening because the desk gave him cover, but when he threw his head back and closed his eyes, I knew he was jacking his dick off. My eyes were glued to his face and how much he was enjoying having me watch him. My pussy walls clenched and I knew I was getting wet. He knew how turned on I got by the thought of his dick being stroked.
"Don't just stand there. I want to see your sexy ass while you slide your pussy down my dick," he said with a content sigh.
I rounded the desk, wanting eyes on his dick and what he was doing to it. No sooner did I lay eyes on his fist wrapped around his dick, than I was pulling my panties down and going to him.
Without a word, I put myself between his thighs, took his dick from him and slid it into my horny pussy.
"Fuck, that feels amazing," he said with a groan, pulling my dress up and over my ass as I slid all the way down his dick, grabbing the desk into front of me for support.
"Is that what you want, baby?" I asked him as I backed my pussy up on his dick.
"Yes," he said with a moan, his head bowed as he slapped and grabbed my ass. "Watching your ass while your pussy goes up and down my dick is so fucking hot. Fuck me, Stace," he said, reaching around to rub my clit, while I impaled myself on his dick.
"This is so fucking dirty. We shouldn't be—"
"Fucking in a public place?" he asked with a chuckle, pulling the strings behind my neck that I had warned him not to. "Little late, Stace. Been there, done that," he said, letting the dress fall forward.
"Fucking at your sister's prom," I said, meaning to admonish him, but he had unhooked my bra and gotten his hands on my breasts and I was moaning while I said every word, now slamming down hard and fast on his dick.
"I won't tell if you don't," he said through pants, pulling my body up against his.
His hands were on my breasts, clawing at my flesh, as I bounced up and down his dick. He surrendered control to me, letting me have my way with him.
"Fuck me like the dirty girl you are," he rasped into my ear, egging me on. "You love being in control of that dick, don't you? Stroking it up and down wi
th your pussy. Kinky little freak," he said, kissing me over my shoulder.