I arrived early at the hall, or rather, on the field where the prom would take place. I didn't go to Duncan's party yesterday; I wasn't in the mood. I sent a message to Acasha and Keyla to let Brandon know and turned off my phone.
Today, I woke up early and came to see the promised location to put my idea into practice.
"Good morning... isn't it a bit early for us to be here?" Theo said when he arrived, and I blatantly checked out his body.
He was wearing a denim sweatshirt jacket over a white t-shirt with the words "We Got It" written on it, along with jeans and high-top white Converse sneakers. His very wavy and messy hair reached his forehead; it was sexy as hell. He was cleaning his glasses.
"I woke up inspired," I said when he put them on. "The name is 'Modern Prom.' I don't even know where she got that name from, and the goal is to collect non-perishable goods, which is already a guaranteed success to a certain extent."
"The plan is for us to do the collection before the prom and give the students a chance to come formally dressed on the day of the prom."
"I don't get it," Theo said with a confused expression.
"A masquerade ball, but without the costumes. Everyone will be dressed up chic and formal. And the collection can be on the eve of the prom," I said simply.
"A masquerade ball? And the collection on the eve? With the collection on the day of the prom, it would be... an advantage. We could say that whoever doesn't bring goods won't get into the prom."
"And you think that would stop people from getting into the prom?"
My God, so naive.
"Yes," he said shyly.
"No, it wouldn't, it won't. I was thinking of a fair, with paintings, music, sports, a kissing booth."
"Are your ideas always so biased?" he asked, looking down.
"You have no idea."
"I like the idea, but... this kissing booth thing... how would that work?"
"The university is full of men. I just have to get girls, and of course, a donation per kiss, just like with the arts and the rest, like a barter."
"Only girls are going to kiss?"
"Why, Theo?"
"Because... uhm... if the men have to do it too, I won't be able to do it," he said, blushing.
"Do it?" I asked maliciously as I took slow steps toward him. "It was still very early; classes hadn't even started yet. No one was going to see or hear anything."
"Ki... kiss," he adjusted his glasses.
If he only knew what that simple movement did to me.
"Why couldn't you kiss, though?" I was already very close to him.
"I... hmm... have... I..."
How could he not speak? What couldn't he say? Honestly, Theo couldn't be that shy. No man can... Unless...
And only then did I realize.
"You've never kissed anyone?" I asked with my eyes half-closed.
He simply blushed.
"I don't believe it!" I said when we heard the bell ring.
The players always arrive early for practice.
I quickly pulled him by the arm, and we walked toward the room the coordinator had set aside for us. It was still closed, but I had the key.
When we arrived, I sat on the mini-sofa that was there and patted the space next to me for him to sit. He hesitated but sat down.
"How have you never kissed anyone?" I asked, still incredulous.
"I haven't... I haven't really had a girlfriend yet," he said, blushing without looking at me.
"But you don't need a girlfriend to kiss."
"And how do you do it then? You have a boyfriend."
"Brandon isn't my boyfriend."
"The whole university knows you're... a couple."
"The whole university knows we're hooking up, Theo."
"Hooking up?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah, hooking up," I nodded at him. We were close enough, sitting down. It would be easier if I wanted to make a move.
"It doesn't even matter... the thing is, I can't kiss anyone..." he blushed.
"But someone can teach you, Theo. I'm sure it won't be hard for anyone to put their lips on you." I glanced at his crotch, and he shifted uncomfortably next to me, and I returned my gaze to him.
"No!" he stood up abruptly. "I can't... I'm 24 and I've never... never kissed anyone. I can't just ask anyone. I'll be a laughingstock for a long time."
"If the problem is confidentiality and trust, you can just ask me," I said as I stood up and walked toward him.
"A-ask you?" he blushed again and looked away.
"Yes. I have no problem kissing anyone. And it would be a huge pleasure for me to give you pleasure." I walked toward him, and he cornered himself against the wall.
"You're dating Brandon, Scarlett," he tried to justify.
"No. I hook up with Brandon sometimes. We have sex, you know?" I said as I placed my hands on his chest, which was rising and falling frantically.
"I... don't... I don't think..."
"No." I put my index finger on his lips to silence him, and then I took it off and intertwined my fingers with his. "It's gonna be good, and if you get aroused, I can suck you, too, right... here." I whispered in his ear.
"Scar..." he tried to push me away, and I touched his face.
So soft.
"Enjoy," I said and pressed my lips against his. At first, he was stiff. I ran my tongue over his lips and nibbled on them.
"Just do what I do," I whispered as I grabbed his hair with one hand and his face with the other to keep him closer to me.
I kept kissing him until he finally responded, and I already invaded his mouth with my tongue. And he, for someone who had never kissed, learned too fast.
It was supposed to be an experience, but it stopped being one when my hands left his hair and grabbed his hands, positioning them on my body, on my curves, and he moaned in my mouth.
When we separated, I bit my lower lip and smiled.
"Now... you can kiss whoever you want."
He remained silent, his gaze fixed on mine. In a very abrupt and quick movement, he took off his glasses, pinned me to the wall, and kissed me with veracity. It was a needy kiss. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue in his, and he moaned.
His hands were no longer fixed as before; now they were searching and groping my entire body. So I decided to do the same.
He was kissing me with so much desire that I was sure my lips would be swollen afterward. My hands weren't still either; they roamed the entire length of his chest, where I scratched over his shirt, and slowly descended to the promised place.
Just as I was about to touch there, we heard the door of the room open, and I quickly pulled Theo into one of the huge book lockers that were there.
We were very squeezed and pressed close together, but it was the only option. We couldn't risk being found in that compromising position. Not today, not yet.
"Our things," he whispered as a cleaning lady entered the room we were in.
"She won't notice... She'll think they were already there..." I whispered back.
"I... uhm... I'm sorry..." I interrupted him when I nibbled on his lower lip. "Someone's here..." he moaned.
"So?" I asked as I now attacked his neck.
"We're... going to be discovered..." he tried to get away from me.
Useless, that locker was too tight.
"Shh, just feel..." I said as I squeezed his member over his pants, and he made a sudden movement to pull my hand away, startling the lady on the other side.
"Is someone here?" she asked, but I didn't stop. I squeezed his cock over his pants again, and he let his head fall back, and I sucked on his neck.
With no response, the cleaning lady went back to what she was doing, which was very quick, and left the room, and Theo practically jumped out of the locker.
"You can't do that again," he said hurriedly as he grabbed his backpack.
"You're hard," I smiled maliciously. "I can finish what I started."
"No!" He was very red. "My God, I ca... can't believe I let this happen."
"Nothing happened, Theo," I scoffed as I picked up my bag and stopped in front of him. "You didn't know how to kiss; I taught you, but you kissed me back, so you're the one who started all this," I said and winked at him.
"But... but... but."
"You know, I have class now, and you do too. We don't want to get expelled from here for absences, right?" I said and left the room, but he remained there, static.
Step one, complete.
"How are the preparations for the prom going? There's only one week left; I can't believe it." Nillan, the Asian brunette of the group, asked.
"Very well. We already have almost everything ready for the fair too," I said as we entered the boutique.
"It's the first time I'm going to a fair, yayyy, I'm so excited." Tanisha bounced and clapped like a child.
"Oh my God, do you all have a date already? I still don't know who I'm going with." Tamir sighed as she picked up a purple off-the-shoulder dress with ruffles. She looked at the dress and then at me, and I shook my head no.
"I don't have one yet either. Choosing is hard, you know," Keyla said, coming into the dressing room with several dresses.
"Oh, but you've already been invited; you just have to choose who you're going with," Acasha complained.
"Why are you complaining, though? You have a boyfriend, Acasha," Tanisha yelled.
"Ian isn't my boyfriend!"
"Okay, and I've definitely already hooked up with Michael B. Jordan," Nillan rolled her eyes as she entered the dressing room with a dark green slip dress.
"In your wildest dreams, you have," I said.
"And speaking of that, who are you going with, Scar?" Tamir asked through the dressing room curtain.
"I don't know yet," I said, sitting in a chair.
"But the logical thing is for you to go with Brandon," Keyla said when she returned with a knee-length black dress.
"I like that one," I pointed at her.
"Me too. I think I'll go with this one."
"And do you already know what you're going to do at the fair? I like to sing; I'm going to set up a karaoke stage," Tamir bounced again.
"I'm going to make cupcakes and donuts. I don't fit into anything else," Acasha said, wearing a purple skirt with a mini purple top.
"I can make drinks. That bartender internship can finally be useful," Nillan sighed.
"Tanisha and I are going to be at the kissing booth," Key said, smiling maliciously.
"Of course you are. Who wouldn't want to?" Acasha said sarcastically.
"You definitely wouldn't. You're dying of lust and love for Ian."
"Nillan, shut up. I know Dexter would love to know that his number is saved as 'My love' with two big hearts on your phone."
"Are you guys really fighting about this?" I asked.
"And you're no saint in this conversation, Scar," Tanisha said.
"What?" I felt completely attacked.
"You've been spending a lot of time with Theo lately," Keyla blurted out.
"It's only now that he's always with Scar that I notice he's one of the most handsome boys here." Nillan agreed.
"His shyness is so freaking provocative," I said.
"Oh my God!" I heard five mouths speak in unison.
"Don't tell me you have your eye on him," Acasha was the first.
"I'm human, aren't I?"
"You used to bully him, Scar," Key said and sat next to me.
"I didn't do anything... or did I?"
"You did. You used to make fun of him a lot, but he always smiled at you. Maybe because he knew you're dating Brandon," Tamir murmured.
"Brandon isn't my boyfriend." We have sex, something you all do," I said accusingly.
"But you're way more experienced," Tanisha said, and they all agreed.
"You exude eroticism and sensuality. I still don't understand why we haven't had an orgy yet," Acasha blurted out, and we all looked at her.
"Oh, honestly, are you going to say you've never even imagined something with Scar?"
I looked at them, and they turned their gaze to somewhere other than me.
"Am I the only one who didn't know you have sexual fantasies about me?" I asked, incredulous.
"Especially when you tell us about your conquests," Tamir said and shrugged.
"You're lustful, very lustful," Key said.
"It's no wonder that's your nickname, Scar. You're just lustful," Nillan completed.
"It never occurred to me, but suddenly it's even a tempting idea," I said, and the five of them looked at me.
Really a tempting idea. My friends are beautiful, and from what they tell me, they know what they're doing in bed.
Nillan is Asian, 23, a tall brunette with generous curves and green eyes. She's super smart and very crazy.
Tanisha is Cape Verdean, a medium-height brunette, 22, with very curly hair, a big butt, and black eyes. She loves literature, just like me.
Acasha is beautiful, with wavy hair. She's 23, curvy, with honey-colored eyes. She's biracial, has perfectly sized breasts, is very friendly and talkative, and a wonderful baker.
Keyla is medium height, 23. She's a blonde with messy hair, curvy, and has gray eyes. She's not a saint and knows a lot about fashion.
And Tamir is medium height, a redheaded curly girl, with blue eyes and generous curves. She's 21, very stubborn, and loves music.
"Don't look at me like that," I said and turned to go into the dressing room.
"I was really stunned. I didn't know they imagined that with me."
"I don't think I'm that stunned. They're your friends, but I know perfectly well how... what's the word?"
"Make up a word, Brandon," I grumbled when I got to my room.
"Sex maniacs," he said.
"Sex maniacs?" I almost choked.
"Yes, that's it. Your friends aren't saints. They're with my friends, Scar; they tell me everything."
"They tell me everything, too," I murmured and collapsed on my bed.
"That's why. If they want it so much, do it. They can even invite me to watch."
"Of course I would..." I was interrupted by the low battery signal. "My phone's about to die. Talk to you later?"
"Alright. Come over later."
"Maybe," I said and hung up.
After classes, I had a lot of things to do. With the day of the fair approaching, I had to organize everything. Theo helped a lot, but every moment someone came to sign up and say they had something to present as well—photography, art, games—so there was a lot to do. The setting had to be in a spacious place, so Theo suggested outdoors; we would have space for everything.
It was already night, and I was in the room organizing the registration forms when Theo arrived, out of breath and looking irresistible.
"You're still here... Why?" he said, with his hands on his knees, breathing through his mouth and looking at me, but not at my eyes, somewhere else.
"I'm not done yet. There are a lot of forms. Since you left, more people have come."
I was standing, bent over the table where all the paperwork was, wearing a mini-skirt and a thin-strapped blouse.
"We should, I don't know, say that no one else can sign up." He came in, closed the door, and stood on the opposite side of the table.
He had been like this lately, avoiding me.
"Yes, I did that today, that's why so many people came. But it won't be long; I can, ah..." I yawned, "...finish here."
"Let me finish. You're tired; it's no problem for me." He moved to the same side as me and stood next to me.
"Okay, I really need to," I said and winked at him.
When it was two in the morning, I wasn't sleepy anymore, so I put on my best pajamas and was on my way to Brandon's. Unfortunately, his room was on the opposite side of mine, so I had to take a long way to get there.
I was one corridor away from Brandon's room when I heard a noise. But it wasn't just any noise. I walked toward the sound. The corridor was dark, so I walked carefully not to bump into anything. The more I walked, the more I recognized the sound. It was a moan, a masculine one. I walked and saw the silhouette of a light, a weak, green light. It seemed like there was a half-open door, and the light and moans were coming from there.
I leaned in and got to the door, stuck my head in, and saw almost nothing because the light was very weak, but I strained my vision and saw a bed, something on top of it moving... And the moans, now loud, came from there. But there was a light, also weak, coming from there.
I entered the room and closed the door slowly. It was dark, except for the weak, green presence light and the light coming from under the sheet... sheet?
There was someone under the sheet, moving their hand up and down, but he was horizontal, so I didn't see where the light from the sheet was coming from. I leaned closer, and the moans increased.
"Ahhh," he moaned, "Yes..." I know that voice...
I leaned on the bed, and through the thin sheet, I could see. It was Theo, masturbating to pornography. He had headphones on, so he didn't even realize I had entered. I stayed there watching him move up and down and squeeze his member inside his pants, with his delicious moans, when I was pulled from my reverie when I heard my name.
"Scar... Scarlett... aaah..." He was masturbating, thinking about me?
I placed my hand on top of his on his member, and he got scared and sat up abruptly.
"What..." he squeezed his eyes, but he didn't see, so he lit up my face with his cell phone light, and he turned pale.
"Scarlett? What..." he tried to pull my hand off his member, but I squeezed harder, climbed onto the bed, and sat on top of his legs.
We stayed like that for a while.
He wanted me too...
"How... how did you get in here... I..." I didn't even let him finish before I kissed him frantically. He tried to resist, but I continued with the up and down movements he was doing, and I took advantage of him opening his mouth to moan and already put my tongue inside his and sucked on him, kissed him, and he reciprocated with a lot of urgency. I stopped kissing his mouth and attacked his neck. I licked and gave him hickeys, but always with the up and down movement, and he just moaned with his eyes closed. I stopped kissing and whispered in his ear.
"It's very cowardly of you to give yourself pleasure thinking about me and not even calling me." He tried to respond, and I put a finger on his mouth, silencing him.
I looked at him, panting, and quickly lowered his pants and freed his member. It was long and thick, and it already had a liquid on it, the pre-come. I touched the head of it and spread the liquid over its entire length and increased the speed of my hand.
"Aaaaaah, God... Scar... Scarlett..."
He tried to touch me, but I didn't let him.
"Let me make you orgasm," I said and continued with the up and down on his member while kissing his neck, his ear, his lips. I already felt my body heating up.
"God, this is... is so good." He let his head fall back.
"Come, Theo," I said and sucked on his lower lip. "Do you want it like this? Or do you want my lips?"
"Scarlett..." he was trembling a lot, he was close.
"I can suck you, very deliciously until you come and swallow it all." I continued with the up and down, and God, how I wanted to suck him, but no, not today.
"Yes, Theo, you can come..." I squeezed him with both hands, and he came.
"God..." he sighed, but I still continued with the up and down and then stopped.
He looked at me, panting.
"I don't know... What can I say..." he blushed as he pulled up his pants and adjusted them.
"You want me," I said simply.
"I... I... I just... No," he said, blushing.
"You don't want to?" I asked maliciously.
"No, I don't want to. This... this was a moment of weakness," he said as I shifted on his legs.
God, now I needed to come too.
"Okay, I'm going now, but this won't end here," I said as I brazenly dragged myself over his legs, rubbing my butt against him.
I left his room and walked toward mine.
I needed to satisfy myself, thinking about him.
"I was really stunned. I didn't know they imagined that with me."
"I don't think I'm that stunned. They're your friends, but I know perfectly well how... what's the word?"
"Make up a word, Brandon," I grumbled when I got to my room.
"Sex maniacs," he said.
"Sex maniacs?" I almost choked.
"Yes, that's it. Your friends aren't saints. They're with my friends, Scar; they tell me everything."
"They tell me everything, too," I murmured and collapsed on my bed.
"That's why. If they want it so much, do it. They can even invite me to watch."
"Of course I would..." I was interrupted by the low battery signal. "My phone's about to die. Talk to you later?"
"Alright. Come over later."
"Maybe," I said and hung up.
After classes, I had a lot of things to do. With the day of the fair approaching, I had to organize everything. Theo helped a lot, but every moment someone came to sign up and say they had something to present as well—photography, art, games—so there was a lot to do. The setting had to be in a spacious place, so Theo suggested outdoors; we would have space for everything.
It was already night, and I was in the room organizing the registration forms when Theo arrived, out of breath and looking irresistible.
"You're still here... Why?" he said, with his hands on his knees, breathing through his mouth and looking at me, but not at my eyes, somewhere else.
"I'm not done yet. There are a lot of forms. Since you left, more people have come."
I was standing, bent over the table where all the paperwork was, wearing a mini-skirt and a thin-strapped blouse.
"We should, I don't know, say that no one else can sign up." He came in, closed the door, and stood on the opposite side of the table.
He had been like this lately, avoiding me.
"Yes, I did that today, that's why so many people came. But it won't be long; I can, ah..." I yawned, "...finish here."
"Let me finish. You're tired; it's no problem for me." He moved to the same side as me and stood next to me.
"Okay, I really need to," I said and winked at him.
When it was two in the morning, I wasn't sleepy anymore, so I put on my best pajamas and was on my way to Brandon's. Unfortunately, his room was on the opposite side of mine, so I had to take a long way to get there.
I was one corridor away from Brandon's room when I heard a noise. But it wasn't just any noise. I walked toward the sound. The corridor was dark, so I walked carefully not to bump into anything. The more I walked, the more I recognized the sound. It was a moan, a masculine one. I walked and saw the silhouette of a light, a weak, green light. It seemed like there was a half-open door, and the light and moans were coming from there.
I leaned in and got to the door, stuck my head in, and saw almost nothing because the light was very weak, but I strained my vision and saw a bed, something on top of it moving... And the moans, now loud, came from there. But there was a light, also weak, coming from there.
I entered the room and closed the door slowly. It was dark, except for the weak, green presence light and the light coming from under the sheet... sheet?
There was someone under the sheet, moving their hand up and down, but he was horizontal, so I didn't see where the light from the sheet was coming from. I leaned closer, and the moans increased.
"Ahhh," he moaned, "Yes..." I know that voice...
I leaned on the bed, and through the thin sheet, I could see. It was Theo, masturbating to pornography. He had headphones on, so he didn't even realize I had entered. I stayed there watching him move up and down and squeeze his member inside his pants, with his delicious moans, when I was pulled from my reverie when I heard my name.
"Scar... Scarlett... aaah..." He was masturbating, thinking about me?
I placed my hand on top of his on his member, and he got scared and sat up abruptly.
"What..." he squeezed his eyes, but he didn't see, so he lit up my face with his cell phone light, and he turned pale.
"Scarlett? What..." he tried to pull my hand off his member, but I squeezed harder, climbed onto the bed, and sat on top of his legs.
We stayed like that for a while.
He wanted me too...
"How... how did you get in here... I..." I didn't even let him finish before I kissed him frantically. He tried to resist, but I continued with the up and down movements he was doing, and I took advantage of him opening his mouth to moan and already put my tongue inside his and sucked on him, kissed him, and he reciprocated with a lot of urgency. I stopped kissing his mouth and attacked his neck. I licked and gave him hickeys, but always with the up and down movement, and he just moaned with his eyes closed. I stopped kissing and whispered in his ear.
"It's very cowardly of you to give yourself pleasure thinking about me and not even calling me." He tried to respond, and I put a finger on his mouth, silencing him.
I looked at him, panting, and quickly lowered his pants and freed his member. It was long and thick, and it already had a liquid on it, the pre-come. I touched the head of it and spread the liquid over its entire length and increased the speed of my hand.
"Aaaaaah, God... Scar... Scarlett..."
He tried to touch me, but I didn't let him.
"Let me make you orgasm," I said and continued with the up and down on his member while kissing his neck, his ear, his lips. I already felt my body heating up.
"God, this is... is so good." He let his head fall back.
"Come, Theo," I said and sucked on his lower lip. "Do you want it like this? Or do you want my lips?"
"Scarlett..." he was trembling a lot, he was close.
"I can suck you, very deliciously until you come and swallow it all." I continued with the up and down, and God, how I wanted to suck him, but no, not today.
"Yes, Theo, you can come..." I squeezed him with both hands, and he came.
"God..." he sighed, but I still continued with the up and down and then stopped.
He looked at me, panting.
"I don't know... What can I say..." he blushed as he pulled up his pants and adjusted them.
"You want me," I said simply.
"I... I... I just... No," he said, blushing.
"You don't want to?" I asked maliciously.
"No, I don't want to. This... this was a moment of weakness," he said as I shifted on his legs.
God, now I needed to come too.
"Okay, I'm going now, but this won't end here," I said as I brazenly dragged myself over his legs, rubbing my butt against him.
I left his room and walked toward mine.
I needed to satisfy myself, thinking about him.