>content tags are at the bottom
What... Why would you... Just put them at the top, dude.

>>97
I put the tags at the bottom so that the very first thing the reader gets isn't a list of what's going to happen. If I was going to include something particularly notable, I wouldn't obfuscate that fact. I apologize for inconveniencing you.

There were about six seconds of panicked scrambling when we heard Haley’s mom come through the front door. I’m pretty sure my eyes went into one of those Daffy Duck expressions as I silently screamed. Haley, for reasons I cannot comprehend, leapt back into bed; barreling through my legs and very nearly sending me tumbling onto the floor.

“Hey honey, I got off early and--” Haley’s mom stopped dead in the doorway of her daughter’s room. [i]Yes. Every, single joke you can think up about this phrase was made. If you think you have an original one please, be my guest.

I was, at the time, holding the undone fly of my jeans in both hands and standing over the bed whilst Haley had pulled the comforter up around her and peeked out from her nose up.

“--Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Haley’s mom, all hundred-and-eight pounds of her was not normally as intimidating as, just for example, a Black Dog. Every other time we’d met, she struck me quite normally. She was middle aged, with mostly red hair that she was giving up on dying, she had a kind, soft face, and was short but not particularly so. Right now, she wore maroon scrubs under a denim jacket and a purse that looked large enough to fit a small car into with room to spare. I’m also reasonably sure she pulled from it a whip and a sword both made from flame and shadow as she dropped it to the floor.

I stood there, stunned. For a fraction of a second I considered what options I had. Making a headlong dive through the window into the backyard seemed like the most sensible thing to do. I could jump the privacy fence easily and make a run for the gas station at the corner, call the police and beg to be put into protective custody. I could hold my ground, I was a Man, dammit! Not only that, I was an enlightened modern man that didn’t buy into puritanical notions about sex and relationships. Now, excuse me ma’am, I believe I was about to fuck your daughter in the bed she has slept in since she was a girl. I chose to stare off into space and lose the knowledge of exactly how zipper-fly jeans worked.

I did feel my mouth drawl open slightly, trying to form words and utterly failing to do so.

“Hi, Mommy.” Haley said disarmingly. I shot her a glance, she was still underneath the covers laying with her torso flat and her legs on their side. The pink, pinstriped comforter sloped down from where she held it over her face to where it rose around her breasts and then again over her hip. She looked really, really good. I still had not corrected my pants. “This is--”

“We’ve met.” Her mom said, as I started to say the same thing but quickly shut up. “Fix you pants, son. Haley Ann, are you decent? A word. And both of you wash your hands.” With that she left, took her purse and walked into the kitchen.

The tension dropped. The meltdown warning klaxon that had been sounding in my head shut off. Hally tossed the comforter down to her knees and slipped out of bed. I looked to her, we both laughed. Haley’s laugh was quick, nasal, her lips sharpened into a smile and her eyes narrowed. I dropped my head and shook it ‘no-freaking-way’ in a couple swooping swings as I finally fixed my pants.

There was a half-bath attached to Haley’s room, and neither of us dared approacheth her mom without doing as told now. Haley squirted four or five throbbing surges of translucent orange soap into her palms as we nearly scalded our skin off, hands crowded in her sink.

Before we left her room, she swung around me, slipped her hands through my arms and kissed me quickly on the lips.

“So I guess I get to meet your mom now, huh.”

She chortled. “She’s cool, you’ll live. It’s not like this is the worst thing I’ve ever been busted for.” She gripped my hand and we walked down the hall together.

Haley’s mom sat at the far side of the dinning room table, she sipped from a mug, lowered it but didn’t set it down. “So... How long has this been going on?” She asked quite matter-of-factly.

“Mom--” Haley pleaded.

I quirked an eyebrow. About an hour, two tops. Sounded somehow worse to me, and I kept my mouth shut.

“--Haley Ann Allain.” Mom said. “Sit down.”

I stayed standing as Haley sat in the chair opposite her mother.

She glared at me and said, “I called ahead for Chinese on my way home. Would you go pick it up?”

Haley mouthed, “Go.”

Well, that was a curveball. I exhaled, “Yeah. Yeahyeah, no problem, yeah.”

“Thank you. Do you need some mon--”

“Got this one covered” I said, turning and heading for the door. “No sweat Mrs. Haley’s-mom -- Mrs. Allain.” I was out the door and in my car and on the road before I heard another word.

I honestly didn’t know what the fallout was going to be like for Haley. Fear and excitement coursed through me and as I came up to the tracks that separated Haley’s neighborhood from the rest of town the gate lowered and left me staring at car after car of freight train. I was quite thankful for the delay, perhaps selfishly so. I cranked the radio anyway and sung along as Are You Gonna Be My Girl came on. Sometimes you get your own soundtrack. Cool.

So I probably owe a little backstory, and this is as good a place as any. Haley and I met on the very first day of high school. We had gone to different middle schools and the HS we went to was a big amalgamation of a place with a district that stretched from the edge of the hood into the edge of the rich neighborhoods to a handful of corn and soybean fields that just had Rural Route numbers. My graduating class had more than eight hundred students. But for as big as the school was, the thing I still remember about it was my bare handful of friends. And, like I said, I met Haley on the first day, first hour. Honors Algebra.

I sat in the second-to-last row, second-to-last from the left. Haley sat between me and the wall. She still had bracers on when she introduced herself and daintily offered her hand. I hadn’t gotten contacts yet and wore a pair of glasses with lenses stolen from an observatory telescope.

I washed out of the honors math programs that year, but we had honors biology together too, lab partners too. I remember when Mrs. McGarth called us up in front of the class to use as example for her “Sexual Reproduction Lab.” It involved more notecard passing and signing than I would have liked.

We went on one date Sophomore year, some horror movie, I forget which. She was dating Kurt White, from Jazz Band about two weeks later. And two weeks prior, as I later found out.

I didn’t see much of her Junior year, things had grown cool between us. Haley was spending more time hanging around the college prep groups, community service days, that sort of thing. I had an electric guitar, new some chords, and my pants had a bunch of chains on them.

When senior year rolled around though, something clicked. We were in the same AP English, and Haley just did not get symbolism to save her cute ass. I remember telling her of The Great Gatsby “Just say it’s capitalism, and you’ll get through. Yellow car? Gold. Capitalism. Done.” She broke up with Kurt that February. Some other stuff went down around that same time, too. I’ll spare those details for now at least. She was a wreck after that, and we both started staying up until two or three in the morning talking in World of Warcraft. I wanted like nothing before to show up at her door, whisk her away and tell her how much she meant to me. But I didn’t, never had the cajones. I would have written in my own blood “She doesn’t like you that way.”

Finally, with graduation rolling around I asked her to the prom with me. As a joke, of course. But she said, “Yes.” We had intended to go with the rest of our regular clique of friends, but they had dropped out one by one until it was just going to be the two of us awash in a sea of people we didn’t know. Her with the not liking me and me with the unwilling to put her on the spot and tell her how I felt.

And I thought it was going to be an uncomfortable night yesterday.

I got the food and rushed it back to Haley’s place. I knocked once before she opened the door. She looked like she might have been crying, so did her mom. Kierkegaard snaked between her legs and meowed at her, then dashed away when she turned to him. “Hey, c’mon in.” She said to me, giving chase to the cat.

I placed the brown paper bag of take out on the table.

“There’s enough if you’d like to stay, “ Haley’s mom said.

I smiled, “Sure.”

We at and talked and the ordeal could have been a lot more awkward than it was. The worst of it was a story from Mrs. Allain that was none too different from our own, and left me and Haley both shuddering in abject horror. All was forgiven. I helped Haley’s mom clear the dishes, but she shooed me away from my offer to wash them.

I caught up with Haley in the hall. My hands found hers, our fingers locked together as I rose her palms even with her shoulders. Wordlessly I pressed her against a closet door and kissed her. She closed her eyes, her arms slipped over my shoulders and held me there. When I broke the kiss her eyes opened, I knew she had blue eyes for years but from where I was. They were like cobalt. She clicked her teeth in my ear.



TAGS: No sex

I remember reading this before, do you have plans to continue it?

>>179
I do, I'll probably bash out another section pretty soon. I've been working on some other pieces (non-elit) and the I'll admit that when the site went down I lost some of the initiative to work on this, but no, it's not orphaned. Anyway, part the third.


The door closed with a squeak followed by the click of the lock. I tossed the stack of papers onto a table and closed the blinds with a twist, turned and caught Haley mid-stride. Her lips were hot and immediately parted from my to mash against my neck. She panted and rolled her breasts against my chest. She looked up to meet my eyes her lips apart, hungrily, and then she broke into an askew smile. She kissed me again, another quick peck, and caught my bottom lip between her teeth. Her teeth pinched down enough to sting and when she pulled away I made a short, pained exclamation and touched the pads of my fingers to my lip.

We were alone together for the first time in a week, I know, it’s not a long wait, but it had been full of frustrating near-misses. Haley stood in front of me, her ink black hair done up in a ponytail on the side of her head, it fell to graze her right shoulder. She wore a tight black tee-shirt with some math equations with hearts and text that read “my normal approach is useless here,” and a pink and black plaid skirt.

I pulled her against me, my arms taking her around the small of her back. As we kissed, her eyes closed, and I guided us down onto the faux suede of the couch. She broke away for a breath of air, “Oh my god,” she said into my ear in a breathy rasp. She was leaned against the arm of the old couch, her legs were on either side of my left leg and she was grinding against my thigh slowly and forcefully.

I held her hips a moment and then let my hands scout up along her soft midriff. At first I kept my hands discreetly under her shirt, feeling her back up to the strap of her bra and around to just graze the bottoms of her breasts. Then my hands slid over her belly button and pushed her shirt up. She didn’t stop me. Haley rolled back from me and raised her arms as my palms passed over her breasts. Her bra was plain, but silky and dark green, with a clasp in the back. Her shirt turned inside out as it caught on her chin. I grabbed the fabric and gave a tug, her head cocked to one side.

“Da-augh-ack!” She rolled her head.

I slammed my eyes shut in a wince, “Wait, wait I got this.”

Her arms, gracefully held above her dropped down to help, her pony tail stuck in the collar of the shirt, as it hooked onto her nose in an unbecoming porcine display. She turned her head the other way and liberated herself of it. I tossed it to the other end of the couch and we shared a laugh. I immediately regretted never seeing her laugh without her shirt on sooner.

She wasn’t stacked, but she wasn’t a board either. Haley’s breasts were just big enough to hold in either hand and groped her and press her back against the couch. I felt her nipples against the palms of my hands, and the subtle give of her breasts under my fingers. And I felt my cock presses against her through our clothes, I looked from her chest, she rolled her eyes at me.

“Sorry...” I said, sheepishly.

“For what?”

I grinned, “...pretty girls have this effect on me.”

“Psh,” She said, “Pretty girls do, do they?”

“Pretty girl. Pretty GIRL, dammit!”

“Which pretty girl?” Her steel blue eyes rolled at my coyly.

I recounted several things about her to her, she smiled a little more with each one and ground herself harder against my member before giving a little gasp. Then she coaxed me back onto the couch and took my hand in both of hers. She slid it over her need and up her thigh.

“Well, lemme show you what effect you have on me.” She purred and guided my hand under her skirt to rub her through her panties. She met my eyes, “Feel how wet I am for you?”

I nodded and slowly traced my middle finger around the edge of her sex, blindly, but guided by the warmth and the moisture of her. Cautiously I moved my fingers to the top of her panties, and my fingers passed over a little patch of wiry hair, I paused when I felt the fabric of her panties begin to slide up my fingernail.

“I was thinking about you every night this week.” She started. My fingers passed under her panties and touched the stiff nub of her clit. I rolled my finger over it until she shuddered then let my fingers trace the outline of her lips. “I wanted to pull you aside after class and just--” I had slipped a single finger inside her, she made a high pitched squeak, and I pulled my finger back. She sounded like a girl in a porno, but, well, authentic, with an off pitched accidentalness. She shook her head ‘no’ and I let my finger push back into her, parting her lips just slightly, though I could feel her holding my finger there inside her.

“Mmm, I could go for that...” I said, my thumb found her clit and began to flick it as I slowly fucked her with my finger.

She had pulled her pony tail out and shaken out her hair, her body draped back to let her head hang over the arm of the teacher’s lounge couch. “I almost did yesterday, after History.”

I cocked an eyebrow and pressed my ring finger into Haley’s slit, she groaned for me as I hooked my fingers into her.

She caught my glance, “Mr. Aaron...” She said, he was the chair of the history department. “everygirl wants him... AH! Ah Ah! He was wearing jeans and sitting up on his desk, and ... y’know... He’s got a big cock.” I felt the soft walls of her pussy clenching as she squirmed on my fingers and pressed herself harder against me, her body shaking, sweat beading on her forehead and her chest.

Watching Haley cum was one of the most gorgeous sights I’ve ever seen, at the time or since. I let my fingers keep working her and let her comments go.

When she finally came down from her orgasm she grabbed my wrist again and pulled my fingers from under her skirt, brought them up to her lips and sucked on each, leaving my two wet middle fingers for last, her tongue slid up and down their length and she rolled her tongue around her lips before smacking them. “But he’s not as big as you.” She said without a seconds pause, and dropped to sit on her leg on the floor between the couch and the coffee table where our stack of ungraded tests sat.

Her hands grabbed my pants and tugged me forward a little, and then swiftly undid my zipper and tugged them down past my knees. My cock had worked its way out of the slit in my shorts and Haley leaned up towards me, grinned, and ran her tongue slowly from the base of my cock to the tip, then took the head into her mouth and sucked until I cringed and pulled back. “You’re bad at dirty talk.” She said, as she worked my member free of my shorts and pulled those down too.

“It’s only sexy when girls do it.”

“Ugh!”

I grunted, “Me want to take Haley back to cave. Me jerk off every night. Me need to buy more socks.”

She rolled her tongue around the tip of my cock, “You better work on that, quickdraw.”

I felt her take the top of my shaft into her mouth and suckle at me, and I felt myself swelling and nearing my orgasm. She gagged as she went a little lower down and I just about went over the edge at the sound. I tried thinking of baseball, and only felt her hand gently squeezing my balls like I had played with her tits. I bit my bottom lip and felt where she had broken the skin with her teeth. I brushed her hair from her face, “Hey--” I managed.

She looked up and smiled as I came, squirting warm cum into her mouth. She took a long pull back and popped her lips free as I finished, a single dribble of milky white running down my member.

Haley sat up on her knees beneath me, she opened her mouth like a fucking porn star to show my cum filling her mouth, and then she let a little dribble over her lips and onto her breasts. Her hand came up and rubbed the cum into the creamy skin of her body, she smiled at me again, hopped up and grabbed a tissue to spit.

I tossed her shirt to her as she turned back, and then pulled my pants back on. She daubed herself with another tissue, but only a little, her skin still glistening with sweat and cum then pulled her shirt on and joined me on the couch.

The stack of papers were algebra tests and brain teasers for the middle school math-club competition day she had volunteered me for. We made short work of it, checking everything against the answer key and quickly scratching out partial credit in erasable red pen.

“So...um...” I broke a friendly silence as we neared the end of the stack, “What would you think about ditching the prom after parties and just staying at the hotel?”

She gave me an eye. The prom was always held in a fancy hotel down town, while a handful of students like Haley had always lobbied to get the money spent on something more deserving to no avail. The hotel had some agreement not to rent rooms to the students to keep the parents happy. “Thinking of throwing your own party?”

“Oh it’s very exclusive. Guest list of one.” Of course, I knew a guy that could get us around it. Fringe benefits too.

She pouted, “What if I want to bring some friends?”

“Really?!” I straightened up.

She turned away from me in a huff, grabbed the finished tests and left the room.

TAGS: Fingering, Oral

>>183
I am very glad to hear that. I love this story so much.

“KILL IT! KILL IT! MAKE IT DIE!” Shouted our raid leader over Ventrilo. Gruul loomed ahead of us, little trails of magic missiles coursing up to impact the blood red, cyclopean ogre. My fingers danced across the keyboard, flicked my mouse to hit a cooldown, and slid from the numbers to WASD to duck out of the way of a cave in.

The tanks were dead, the orc warrior, the druid, and the others crushed flat under foot. Twenty of us scattered around the cave weren’t giving up watching Gruul the Dragonkiller’s life bar tick down from 11%. “ISHELLE YOU SON OF A BITCH GO! GO!” The raid leader leapt over me and hurled a flaming boulder into the fray. Between us stood a wispy, undead rogue desperately holding the fight together.

8%. “Prep’s up!” Ishelle’s player announced. I refreshed my warlock’s curses, leapt over a log to avoid more rocks and bit my lip.

The game pinged me with a whisper from Haley’s shaman. “Shit!” I saw her character down for the count, in a clot of characters caught in a stone shattering blast. 4%.

Vent erupted in deranged cheers. Someone had gotten Bloodlust off, and the game roared out “RAGL-RAGL-RAGL!” as a volley of attacks went off.

At 2% the rogue was smashed, along with the other rogue, and Gruul spun around in place in and charged our raid leader. The mage blinked between the beasts legs, took a back handed slap and died instantly.

I took one hit that cleaved off half of my health, then another that left me with a bare sliver. I swallowed a healing potion, caught a healing spell, clicked the potion button another six times for good measure, and screamed a war cry into my microphone. Thump. Thump. Back down to very nearly dead when lightning crackled and burst through the monster’s chest. It staggered and came crashing to the floor of the cavern.

Haley’s troll shaman stood in the center of the room, risen from the dead, and glitched into the end of a casting animation, arms extended, still wreathed in lightning.

My speakers crackled with feedback, cheers, and screams. I reached across my desk, hand snaking between two empty cans of Dr. Pepper to turn the volume down. “Woo!” I shouted, “Woo!” I pumped my fist in the air, holding the push-to-talk button the whole time, which didn’t seem strictly necessary.

As the fanfare subsided the raid leader, a troll mage strolled around the downed boss. Laughing, he said over the voice chat, “That was CRAZY! Way to go guys! Loot comin’ up!”

I slumped back in my chair, nothing I needed dropped. We offered our rogues a chance to roll for a shield, and took a triumphantly hasted portal back to Shattrath City. Dragons and wyverns swarmed out of the central dome as we arrived, the guild’s big wigs disappeared into Officer Chat, labelled “The Cool Kid’s Club” on the Ventrilo client.

I followed Haley out to a little RP spot, a floating island above a Savannah and sat my character down beside hers on the edge. “Love this guild.” She messaged me.

“Inorite?”

“So my mom wants to know when you’ll be by on Saturday. She wants to take pictures.” A second later she added “Sorry. :( “

“Oh, no it’s cool, um, like 7?” I shot back. “I’ve got to pick up a tux before.”

“Powder blue I hope?”

I /lol’d.

I did a little addition in my head as I stared contently at the screen. Fourty-three hours, I decided, was all the time I had left between now and then.

“So what are wearing?” I typed.

“?” She whispered me as we watched an impromptu PVP skirmish break out beneath us. “A tank top and pajama pants... Where you going with this?”

The halogen lamp on my desk seemed to crane its neck towards me and boil the air in the room. I typed, “Where do you want to go with this? ;)” But deleted it before sending her the message, something was chewing at me. “I, uh, meant for the prom.” I sent.

“Oh, you’ll see. Mom wants to know what kind of flowers your bringing.”

I took a second to find the receipt I had gotten for the flower order, my mom’s behest of course, and sent Haley the scientific name. “...I think they’re white.”

I swallowed my nerves, tomorrow (or the afternoon, whatever), I’d pick up the room keys for our private party. The act didn’t sit well with me. It felt wrong, like I was picking up a coupon for sex. I tried to countermand myself when the game pinged me with another whispered message.

“Still gonna get us a room?” Haley asked.

“Yep!” I replied, “...I mean if you still want to.”

“Yeah.” She replied. I hate text messages. I read it my head instantly heard her say the word dejectedly and nervously. “Hey, GTG, see you tomorrow”

I logged out and collapsed in bed. Two thoughts butted heads as I rolled into bed. Haley was not a prize to be won, and that, more than anything I just wanted to hold her in my arms and have her. Take her down off the pedestal you seem so content to put her on I thought. This is why you can’t even get a girl that’s throwing herself at you. You seem so fucking convinced that you’re forcing her to do something that she wants to do. But what if she’s not. What if you hurt her, or worse. Can you live with yourself if she’s in therapy sessions ten years from now saying, “I didn’t want to, but he did.” If there’s even a chance that you’re just as evil, just as hormonally driven as a meat headed date rapist. I didn’t sleep well.

TAGS: No Sex

So sad ;_;

Hello. I'm well aware that this piece has probably been thought to have been orphaned for more than a year now. That's my fault, I had a busy year and never came back to this. This story is blatant wish fulfillment, not-exactly-perfect puppy love. I also wrote this to contrast what I saw on this board: increasingly dark, legitimately concerning depravity with unrelateable or essentially inhuman characters. This is still a piece I have a little notepad for, and it's not something that I've ever considered orphaned. But, I'm ever indebted to my audience. If I finished this piece, is there even a single person who would be able to enjoy it?

>>703
I'd love to see this story completed.

“I told you!” I called over the thrum of pop music, “I don’t dance!”

“Yes you can!” Haley called back, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me onto the dance floor.

I stumbled, feet wheeling loosely as I passed her and found myself impersonating a deer surrounded by bouncing class mates. Um. Bad analogy. One pop anthem ended and was quickly replaced with a radio edit hip hop tack. Haley smiled and took a few steps out towards me. I realized I was moving in what could only possibly be described as an arhythmic slow motion seizure. I looked ridiculous and I knew it instantly. With Haley’s eyes on me, it was a special kind of embarrassment, like pure calcium dropped into a cup of water just inside my throat. She closed on me and I felt her arms somewhere around my waist. “I said, I don’t dance! Don’t! As in do not!”

Despite my protest, Haley insisted on forcing me to replicate this strange human custom of “dance.” I didn’t enjoy it, but managed not to burst into flames either. We were at the far edge of the floor in the fringes of the class. Nearer the center, classmates writhed in a singular mass. They were mindless and exothermic, a boiling mass of rented tuxedoes and lace. Half of whom I didn’t know as well as I should like, and half of whom I liked less than they deserved.

Haley and I were at the fringes now, where the people were scattered like random scatter patterns. Without her, I was alone here. We all but fell against one another and found a beat. She was near, and the scent of vegan perfume struck me and struck like a bolt through every nerve from my nose to my ...feet. She had turned her back, and stretched her arms back around my neck. She pressed herself against me and looked up to meet my eyes, a knowing smile creasing her darkly painted lips.

The next song sent a laugh through my throat and brightened Haley like a flare. She swept around into my arms. I lead as the waltz from Labyrinth played. And at the edge of the floor, in those nether regions beyond the sweeping disco lights and the wound up knots of people, we were together.

Her hair cushioned her head as she rested it against my chest. Her eyes closed, and she held me tighter as we drifted further from the crowd. I turned my back to them to meet her eyes. She didn’t say a word. The song ended far too soon and we made our escape.

>>750

Good sir, I implore you, please continue this.

I came back to this board after a long, long time. This makes me ever so glad I came back when I did. This is just wonderful.

>>703
I would like to see this story finished also.

I'm not going to offer an explanation of the delay, either between this part and the last, or for the titanic time this short little smut piece took as a whole. In truth, I should really go back and rework the whole thing, there are significant portions I'm not happy with. But! I write for the audience. Not for the praise, but to provide enjoyment to other people. So to the resurrecting bumpers, thank you. Without further ado:

I’ve always had a certain fondness of hotels. The glow of them, the way everything seems to be gilded. I know I shouldn’t, it’s illusory, and it’s all made that way for pure marketing. But there was no need to be concerned about that as we made way through away from the rest of the party.

We had come in through the lobby, past pillars wrapped in cellophane and dangling whats-its. I couldn’t tell you what the theme was supposed to be, it didn’t matter. The ball room was down an escalator, a voluminous room with a moveable partition wall. The slope of the street made this floor street level too, amber glow of the street lights outside welcoming us into the city.

I felt uninhibited, in a way I wouldn’t have liked most nights, as I pressed Haley into the revolving door. My hands framed her as we pushed on the glass. She looked back over her shoulder. Clicked her teeth with a smile. We didn’t need to, the door was automatic.

The hotel had some arrangement that they didn’t rent rooms to prom attendees, but the other hotels on the loop had no such rule imposed by moralizing parents. We crossed 5th street and I thought to stop so Haley could remove her heels. But she cleared the sidewalk ahead of me, and when we crossed Derleth we were both in a near-sprint.

A few other kids from our class were scattered in the lobby, they cheered, for Haley certainly. We both waved and passed by. As we waited for the elevator, I fished the room key from my pocket. It was an actual key, not a key card, and not a small one.

The elevator opened, Haley pushed me inside, I dropped the key onto the shined floor with a clank. Our lips met, her head titled. My hands found her hips, hers draped over my shoulder and around my back.

“I want you,” she said, breaking the kiss. Her eyes were wide, soft. “but,” she said.

I took a hard breath, nodded.

She drew back, “Slow. Okay?”

I nodded again. She pressed herself into me and we didn’t part until the door opened again. I very nearly left the key in the elevator, diving back to catch the door as we swept past a vacationer on our floor. Whoever she was, she didn’t approve of kissing in elevators. Her loss.

As we passed the ice-machine nook, someone called out to us, “Haley!”

We turned, Haley waving to a friend. A moment later I found myself talking to her date, a guy from another school whom I had never met before or since.

We exchanged pleasantries. “Uh, ice,” he said, motioning to the bucket he held.

“Right, ice,” I replied, “Where are you guys...”

“End of the hall,” he said, motioning with the tongs to the far side.

“Good,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“I mean, right?”

“We’re not keeping you, are we?”

“No, no, not at all,” I said. My teeth might have clenched and ground to dust in my gums, “It’s cool.”

“Oh, okay.”

I rolled back on the heels of my shoes. Haley wore red. And she wore it well. When I first saw her in the dress, I thought it had looked so unlike her. Her hair, black now, with one purple streak was done up in a braid on the back of her head. The gown fell almost to the floor, all satin curves like somebody out of an old movie until it reached her chest where it quite suddenly stopped. Puffy, prom dress elbow bits bounced as she waved her hands in conversation.

Kim backed into the ice machine, it rattled and threw cubes onto the floor. They laughed. Kim’s date went to her, made sure she was alright, grabbed her ass and hurried them from the little nook.

Haley squeezed my hand, “I thought they’d never leave.”

We found our room at last.

The door opened and closed with a ratcheting clack.

I touched her hair, her cheek. We kissed. Just lips. Her eyes closed, I turned my head. She shuddered. Her hands clutched tight around my back. Lips met again, soft as velvet.

We crashed into bed. Haley nuzzled my neck. I grabbed her leg, she pulled it around me, gasped.

She shucked off my jacket then grabbed my tie. Her teeth bared as she rolled on top of me, straddling me and pressing me against the headboard. She pulled off the tie and began unbuttoning my shirt.

I touched her zipper, began to pull it down. It opened and her dress began to fall. Haley’s eyes widened and she pulled back. She smiled and settled back down.

“Y’okay?”

Haley nodded, “Yeah, sorry.”

“For what?” I brought her down to rest against my chest.

“That this wasn’t sooner,” she gripped my belt and pulled it free of my pants. “I got scared, okay,” she whispered, “last year, you remember.”

I wish I didn’t. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she let her dress fall around her waist. I cupped her bare breasts in my palms, “We’re here now!”

We kissed again. Clothes fell onto the floor. Haley worked her way under me. She held my cock, pressed me against her. Lazy Eye started playing. It might have been her ring tone, whatever.

I pressed into her. Haley moaned softly. She rolled her hips into me. I bit at her neck, clutched her and pulled her against me. She straddled me, rode me hard, arching her back and taking me into her. I reached up for her breasts, but she snatched my wrists, put my hands on her hips. Our eyes met, she came.

I rose up, held her by the small of her back. I pushed her down to the foot of the bed. Her legs wrapped tight around my waist. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

I thrust hard. Her sex enveloped me, soft and liquid hot. She felt like slipping into bed, she shivered and clung to me. I didn’t resist. She mewled and I took her, pushing myself as deep as we could meet. I felt myself building to the inevitable.

Haley moaned my name, her nails dug into my butt. Hard, until it hurt. I drew back, caught my breath. She shoved me over. Our legs twined together. She whimpered when my toes caught hers. I grabbed her wrists away from her and held them over the headboard.

Nothing about Haley is submissive. I remember her being on crutches and keeping up with me after some prank or another. When she was hurt, she was a steel cable. But right then, she had permitted me herself.

Her lips parted and her head tipped back to bare her neck. Her breasts quivered with each thrust into her, small pink nipples stiff and reddened where I had kissed and bit at her. Her midriff drew into her hips and her parted legs. Her ankles met mine, and she held me inside as I came.

She drew a ragged breath. I couldn’t hold her wrists a second longer. We collapsed together, panting, our bodies still together on the sheets.

I remember being all hands, trying to find which way was up. She was on top of me again. I yelped, agonizingly sensitive to the touch. Haley pouted, pushed me back down and smiled. Minutes later, we truly threw caution to the wind -- we raided the minibar.

Bottled water and salted peanuts vanished. She sat in my lap and rested her head on my shoulder as we watched the late run of Colbert.

“Shower?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“And then...” she ate a peanut and looked at the bed.

The next morning I woke before she did. My arm had fallen asleep under her. I extracted it slowly, she mewled, pleased with herself. I swallowed hard, and whispered to her as she slept. “I love you.”

Graduation came and went. Haley got denied Valedictorian on some technicality, it went to the prom queen. Summer arrived and we spent it together, sneaking whatever time we could get alone. I ended up at community college for four years before transferring into a BS program. Haley was halfway through graduate school before I had my degree.

We broke up five times in college. But -- I won’t tell you how things ended.

TAGS: M/F, first time