My blood boils as I step forward, my finger pointing in his face. “You–” I step back again and shake my head. “You don’t know shit about Josie. I’m in love with her. That in itself should be enough for you, but it’s not. You should care about my feelings. I don’t want a life like yours, can’t you get that through your head?” I brush by him, my shoulder bumping into his. He may be my father but I have no doubt I can take him down if I have to.
I get into my truck and slam the door angrily, resting my head on the steering wheel to cool down. I don’t know how much more I can take of Sterling and his hatred for Josie. It might not be so bad if my mother stood up for me every now and again but she just tells me to do what he says. I know I can’t sit here any longer. We’re already late for the dance because of my game and it’s not fair to keep Josie waiting because of my douchebag dad.
When I get to Josie’s I hop out and leave the truck running. I’m eager to see her in her dress. One knock and the front door opens with Mrs. Preston standing there, beaming. I walk in and she immediately straightens my tie. This is how tonight should be. My mom should’ve been there to do all of this for me.
“Oh you look so handsome Liam.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Preston.” I lean down and give her a kiss on the cheek. It’s pretty sad that I can’t wait for her and Mr. Preston to become my in-laws so I can have a normal family.
The clank of heels catches my attention. I turn and see Josie walking down the hallway. Her dress is black and, oh man, does it do things to me. There’s a slit strategically placed just for my hand, which reaches so far up her thigh that if she moves just right, I’ll be able to see my promised land. I continue to admire her as she spins in front of me. The back of her dress is black sheer lace. I know this from the many trips to the mall that we’ve made. She’s turned me into a girl. When she turns forward again I realize her neck is bare and I immediately realize that I need to rectify that. I should be buying my girl necklaces and bracelets, showing her that I love her.
I step forward, our eyes lock. “If this is what you look like for a semi-formal I can’t wait to see what you wear for prom.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it, Jojo,” I whisper as slide her corsage onto her wrist. “Are you ready to go?” she nods as I take her hand in mine. “Mr. and Mrs. P, I won’t keep her out too long.”
“We know, Liam,” Mr. Preston says as he walks us to the door. It warms me that they’re so welcoming. Why can’t I have that at home? As we’re walking down her stone path, I stop suddenly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Pictures, we forgot to take some.” I turn her back to the house and walk in, spotting her mom right away. “Can you take a picture of us, please?”
“Of course, dear,” she says as she picks her camera up off of the table.
Josie and I stand, arms wrapped around each other, posing. I know a few of the images are going to show me looking at her and those are the ones I want to keep.
“I’ll take these to be developed tomorrow after the parade.”
“Thank you.”
We rush out of the house and to my idling truck. I open the door for her and she slides in all the way to the middle. I run around and get in, kissing her quickly before driving down the street.
The school parking lot is jam packed, forcing me to park in the back. Not that I mind. It’s more secluded back here and that means more privacy for later. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off her and away from that slit. She had to know something like that would drive me absolutely crazy with lust. That’s probably why she bought it, to test my resolve. Well I hate to tell her this, but my resolve has been gone for a very long time when it comes to her.
“We better put these on
.” I place her tiara on her head, careful not to mess up her hair. I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. “My queen,” I murmur against her lips.
“My king,” she replies as she sets my far from masculine crown on my head. I never wanted to be homecoming king, but I’d be anything she asked me to be if it made her smile, and this does so it’s worth it.
We walk hand in hand into the gym. I have to give the student council credit; the decorations aren’t cheesy, but definitely dance-worthy. The theme is ‘Bring Back the 80’s’. I guess they need a revival or something. For me, though, I keep them around. The music is sexy and it’s the perfect mood enhancer.
I lead Josie to the dance floor and take my girl in my arms. We start swaying to Open Arms by Journey. I glance around quickly and notice that most of the student body are either dancing or walking back to their tables. It’s the music. There’s something about a decade’s worth of artists that can take it slow with a love song or change the beat and make it a hard-core melody but still give you the same affect.
My hands begin to wander over her body, from her back to her ass, to her back again. I don’t know how I’m going to go to college for four years and not see her every day. It’s going to kill me, both inside and out.
The song switches to Purple Rain. This is the first song we ever danced to. I’ll remember our first dance for as long as I can. I held a girl in my arms, afraid to look at her. But when this song came on, I kissed her and made her mine.
I slide my hand up the outside of her thigh, adjusting myself in the process. She glances at me with her beautiful blue eyes. They drop to my lips and back again as my hand moves into the slit of her dress. Like I said, this is what she wanted when she bought this bad boy.
Her forehead rests on mine as our bodies move to the lyrics that Prince sings so passionately. I want her and she knows it, she wants me too. I can feel it in the way her body is pressed against mine. My fingers brush against her, moving what little scrap of fabric that she calls panties out of the way. I shield her as much as possible from prying eyes as my fingers dip into her folds. I stifle a groan when I feel how wet she is. Her head moves down to my neck, she bites me lightly as I increase my movements. She moans softly in my ear as she grinds against my hand.
We need to get out of here before we get suspended for having sex on the gym floor or caught in the bathroom. I reluctantly remove my hand and take her hand in my other one. I pull her behind me, her feet shuffling to keep up. I take a chance and look over my shoulder, to make sure she’s okay with leaving and her eyes tell me she is. She’s biting her lower lip as she looks up at me with desire. I’m not stopping to talk to classmates as they call out our names. The tension is building and I need the release that only she can provide. I’m on a mission and her name is Josie Preston.
“Get in” I demand as I open the passenger door. She does, moving in far enough to let me follow her. I throw my keys into the truck, only for her to put them in the ignition and turn on the radio. I don’t know what’s playing and I don’t care. Her and I are about to make our own music. I take off my suit jacket and pull my shirt out from my pants all while meeting her lustful gaze. My movements are rushed as I climb into my truck, my lips crashing against her with my crown falling onto my face. I forgot it was there. Josie removes it before she starts working on the buttons to my shirt. I pull my wallet out from my back pocket, taking a condom out before throwing it on my dashboard.
“I want you, Jojo,” I unbutton my pants and sit back, slouching against the seat and watch as she hikes her dress up over her hips. I tear open the condom and roll it onto my shaft, eager for her.