Gender: Male Age: 30 Location: South Africa
|Introduction: Sorry for the long wait and for the rush on the story. Hope to do better with VIII|
Joe had to admit that he was nervous, he looked at himself in the mirror one more time, and he also had to admit that the black suit, white shirt and black tie made him look good. He grinned at his reflection and slipped on imaginary sunglasses,
“You know what the difference is between you and me? I make this look good.”
He chuckled and made sure that his hair was still styled into position, Maryse had preached and showed and scrubbed him so many times while they were on their little vacation, that he now looked like she had done the work herself. The only thing that Joe didn’t know was what Maryse was going to wear, but he thought that it must be black or white since she insisted on the black with white for his suit and shirt. He walked out of his room and as he entered the living room he stopped as him mother and father sat there waiting for him, he immediately felt self-conscious again and started to fidget.
“Stop that Joe; if you so much as crease that jacket before you get to take a photo I will personally smack you.”
He stopped and chuckled,
“Yes mom, but I feel uncomfortable.”
His mother scoffed,
“Stand up straighter; you have no need to slouch. You look really good.”
His father laughed softly,
“You better listen to your mother Joe; you know how she can get at times.”
Joe grinned and straightened up, much to his mother’s delight,
“Now there, isn’t he just a picture of handsomeness?”
His father shrugged,
“I really don’t know, I prefer women as you know very well.”
She playfully slapped his shoulder and got up, walking over to Joe, she ran her fingertips over his cheeks and smiled,
“You look so grown up, in two years it will be your own night and you will be just as handsome as ever.”
Joe grinned impishly,
“Oh I don’t know, I had this feeling of joining the Emo group at school and stop playing football.”
His mother gently slapped his shoulder,
“Young man you are looking for trouble and I will give it to you.”
Joe embraced his mother, who was of course caught off guard,
“Love you too mom.”
“So how exactly will you get to the prom and back?”
“Maryse said that her father will pick me up and take us both, when we are finished he will bring us back.”
Joe’s dad nodded,
“Well at least you will be home before dawn tomorrow.”
“Very certain about that, still got practice tomorrow, so I will have to get some sleep in.”
A car pulled up in front and Joe grinned,
“Well that has to be them.”
He walked to the door and peeked through the glass. It was a strange car, all big and black, but it was Maryse’s dad who got out of the driver’s side.
“Remember I want pictures.”
She gave his cheek a kiss and his father smiled,
“Just enjoy it kiddo.”
He nodded and opened the door, stepping out and walking to the car, as he drew closer he started to realize that it was a Lincoln.
Maryse’s dad grinned proudly,
“I know right? Looking good sport.”
They shook hands and Joe walked around the car,
“Now this is how you arrive in style.”
Maryse’s dad chuckled,
“Get in, if we are just a few seconds late Maryse will have both our livers for dinner.”
Joe got into the passenger seat and grinned as the car growled to life and settled for a purr as it pulled away. A few minutes later, they pulled up at the house, Joe got out, pulling his jacket straight.
“Well somebody cleans up good.”
Joe glanced up at Andy,
“You know Ant-man, sometimes I just want to Doom you.”
Andy laughed and they shook hands,
“You’re the envy of the class you know?”
“Not my fault you’re not handsome enough to go with her.”
“At least I have the charm you lack poster boy.”
“Oh now its poster boy? You’re just grabbing at straws now.”
“Alright you two, I don’t want to be late.”
Joe turned at Maryse’s voice and any reply he had died away in his throat, he was sure there was a little croak of surprise, but he wasn’t sure if that was him or not. Her hair was loose, pinned away from her face, her eyes have been darkened to allow her clear blue eyes to stand out, her lips had a slight sheen to them, yet their natural color. The white mini dress hugged her figure tightly, showing off ample cleavage and her long legs, the high heeled Roman sandals along with the white gauzy wrap finished the image. She placed a hand on her hip, sliding one leg out to point her toes, making her leg muscles flex.
Joe had to clear his throat several times and somehow a “beautiful” squeaked out of his throat, making her laugh.
“Now you see Andy? That is a compliment, he’s speechless.”
She walked over to him and slipped her arms around his neck, looking up at him, she winked,
“Hope it’s not going to last the whole night.”
Joe cleared his throat and finally got his words back,
“Not at all, just thought some pagan goddess suddenly materialized.”
“Awww aren’t you…”
She blinked when a flash went off,
“What? His mother also wants some pictures.”
She gave her mom a glare,
“You could have waited for him to get enough sense back to actually put his arms around me?”
Not sure if it was a hint or an order, Joe slipped his arms around her, another flash went off and Maryse sighed, just shaking her head.
“I heard that young lady!”
“You were supposed to mom. Come on handsome, let’s give them what they want and then we can get going.”
They posed for a few more pictures, Joe taking in Maryse’s smell and he was caught on a picture taking in the sweet smell of her hair. Of course Andy saw the picture and laughed almost hysterically, Joe glared at him,
“I like the smell OK?”
“Oh I can see that mister vampire.”
Joe started towards Andy, but Maryse’s fingernails digging into his arm made him stop very quickly,
“Let’s get going dad, don’t want my date to show up all disheveled, people might just try to ruin his reputation further.”
She widened her eyes,
“How I have corrupted the sweet, innocent quarter back.”
Everybody went silent, Andy’s snort started the laughter, and Joe grinned and gave her ass a slight slap.
He ducked her playful slap at his face; she wagged her finger at his grinning face. He instead moved to the back door and opened a door for her. She hit him on the shoulder as she got in; he smiled at her and closed the door. Under further pressure from her father he got in the back with her.
Her father got in, started the car and drove away from the house, he looked at the two of them in the back view mirror, a smile playing over his mouth and of course made his eyes twinkle. The conversation was rather limited to school work and sport as they drove, her father dropped them off at the school and then departed to go get ready for later the evening. This was a new for Joe, they will first have a drink at the headmaster’s house and from there move on to the school hall where the dancing will be as well as dinner. They met a lot of the other children; of course Maryse and the other girls started to talk about their dresses and how good the other looked. Joe felt a bit isolated; but three of the football guys caught up with him and soon they were talking sport, which suited Joe just perfectly.
Too soon though it all ended, the sundowners was distributed, toasts made by several of the captains and leaders, tears flowed freely and some of the men were hard pressed to not end up with a mascara devil next to them. Joe was holding a glass of Coke as Maryse stood close to him at one stage hooking into his arm, a cocktail held in the other hand. She looked bored with the whole thing, Joe leaned closer,
“I know that look.”
She glanced at him and winked,
“Heard it all before hun, not the first shin-dig I’ve been to.”
He rolled his eyes,
“God forbid I have to come to another one before my own, I will run.”
She smiled and they both listened to the droning of leaders and captains, finally it came to an end and they were allowed to go to the hall where the ceremony and dance will be. Maryse placed the cocktail down on the table, untouched, she suppressed a shudder,
“Awful stuff, I would much rather have a beer.”
Joe chuckled at her,
“Careful, some football jock might hear you and steal you away as the perfect wife.”
“Oh? Then what are you mister hotshot? A football geek?”
Joe nodded sagely,
“As a matter of fact yes I am. I maintain an A average while I also toss the pig skin a very long way. That is how I roll.”
She playfully punched his shoulder,
He kissed her cheek,
“Of course, you bring out the best in me.”
She laughed and placed her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter,
“Oh Joe, what will I do next year without you?”
Joe brushed through her loose hair,
“Find a good friend who can do what I do.”
She arched an eyebrow,
“Oh? Everything that you do?”
Joe shook his head,
“That might just get me jealous.”
Suddenly she grinned,
“And if it’s the head cheerleader?”
She wiggled her eyebrows, knowing what he’d say,
“Oh then I will most probably get horny.”
She kept grinning,
“You really know just how to cheer me up. Come on, let’s go listen to all the boring old goats telling us how many of us have received how much of what for how long.”
Joe laughed softly,
“Only you will be able to say that with a straight face and still make it sound kinky.”
She winked at him and they entered into the hall. It was obvious that a decent effort had been put into the decoration, Joe was expecting a banner saying: Congratulations and a few balloons. The décor was stylish; clearly a lot of time had gone into the creation of the tapestries and the ceiling, of course creating an Italian restaurant took some doing, especially if you had to entertain the thought of a dance floor as well. Luckily all was well proportioned, there was a maître de who announced everybody as they arrived and everybody got escorted to their tables.
Once seated juice and cooldrink was brought to the table and one of the kids hung around in what was supposed to be an Italian waiter outfit. They shared the table with two of Maryse’s friends and their dates, somehow they seemed out of place at the table, they were not the usual athletic types, not the nerdy types. Joe had no way to see from what of the several groups in the school they came from, of course Maryse and the girls started to talk, but Joe and the guys just looked at each other. It became clear that they didn’t know who he was and he had no idea who they were, a slow conversation started, they talked about computers, their school subjects and even ventured a bit toward sports. At last it dawned on Joe, these were the guys usually sitting with the Goth and Emo group, just without the gelled haircuts and other make-up which made them look more like ghosts than anything else. That sorted out, they finally started to loosen up, by the time the headmaster tapped on the microphone for attention, the whole table was talking along.
Joe thought that Maryse was exaggerating when she said that it was boring, but very soon he realized she wasn’t. It was a boring recital of the various accolades that the class had raked together during the year. To Joe’s surprise Maryse’s name actually was under the list, she had done very well academically, that was something she hasn’t told him about. He clapped hands with everybody and when the headmaster moved on he poked her, making her jump, she turned those gorgeous blue eyes on him,
“You could’ve told me.”
She leaned closer,
“That means that you owe me a present.”
“Oh? And what present…”
He almost jumped to his feet when her hand squeezed his crotch and she leaned back, a sexy smirk on her lips. Joe had thought about it of course, but now that she had made certain that he knew what she wanted this evening, he could actually feel the gears clicking over to think of ways and places to get her alone.
Finally the whole procession came to an end, but a storm of flashlights announced the arrival of Maryse’s mother, armed of course with her camera. Joe just smiled and shook his head, he took Maryse’s hand and got up,
“Let’s go dance.”
This of course shocked her mother into silence, she had no idea that Maryse had toiled a whole week to get Joe into a suitable dancing form. He was not going to let this opportunity pass, getting to strut his new talent with the hottest girl. She slipped the shift off, leaving her in just the mini dress and sandals, because she had taught him, Joe knew exactly what to expect and with almost no effort at all they slipped into a rather quick two-step.
More cameras flashed, but Joe just kept his eyes on Maryse’s, she was smiling, if it was from pleasure or satisfaction he could not tell, he was just glad she was smiling. After a few songs, they moved over to their table, her friends have drifted away to other tables and more of the other sat at their table, talking and laughing. This was their evening and they were enjoying the hell out of it, of course there was some kind of enjoyment that they were not doing yet, but that would have shocked even the liberal minded Maryse.
“Well not even once you lost it Joe, I’m impressed.”
He chuckled and gave her hand a tight squeeze,
“I told you, you bring out the best in me.”
As the evening progressed the music got louder and from dance music to a more disco and club type of music. By this time most parents and teachers have left and jackets have been placed aside, ties loosened and high heeled shoes rested on seats. The party was loosening up and the only adults still there was the young teachers. Joe was in a discussion with one of the running backs about the need of the Hail Mary to stay in the books even if it was so old, a tap on his shoulder made him look up, it was Maryse’s dad. He handed him car keys and leaned closer to get heard over the music,
“We’re heading home, you can take the car home after dropping off Reese. I will get it from you tomorrow.”
Joe nodded and took the keys, slipping them into his jacket pocket, Maryse leaned over when her dad left,
“What was that?”
“He gave me the Lincoln’s keys, said I can take it home after dropping you off.”
“Feel honored Joe, that car is one of his most treasured possessions.”
He puffed out his chest, making a show of polishing his nails on his chest,
“I am the king.”
She smiled and pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his cheek,
“Indeed you are.”
The party was still in full swing when midnight started to come around, Joe was exhausted from all the dancing, Maryse on the other hand seemed to have no end, she seemed as springy as at the start of the evening. They were seated at a table as she was talking and laughing with some of the volleyball girls, Joe leaned in close to her ear,
“Babe I hate to be a stick in the mud, but I’m started to get exhausted.”
She turned to him with a bright smile,
“Thank God, I thought you’d never get tired.”
He was surprised, she looked all springy and fresh, yet she was tired as well, she was a much better actor than he had thought her to be. He got up and she followed, bidding everybody goodbye, she hooked in with him as they walked out and headed for the parking lot where the car sat in the parking lot lights, gleaming. Joe opened the back door for her and she got in, throwing the shift next to her, as he got into the driver’s seat she moved to the middle of the seat and started to undo her sandals, taking them off she lounged back into the seat.
“To the casa Robert.”
He smiled at her as he started the engine,
He reversed, slipped the car into gear and pulled away, leaving the parking lot; he swung into the road and drove back towards her home. He saw her shifting about in the back view mirror and she gave him an impish grin. He knew that grin very well; he chanced a glance over his shoulder and found that she had pulled up the hem of the dress. Her fingers slowly tracing over her inner thighs, stopping just short of the white material covering her pussy, a cat-got-the canary grin on her lips.
“Eyes on the road mister.”
He looked in front of him, he could just imagine what Maryse was busy doing in the backseat, but from the sound of her breathing and the smell, he knew that she was getting herself very worked up.
“You know Joe, my father would kill us if there’s a mark on the car.”
“I’m pretty sure he would.”
He glanced at her face in the rear view mirror; she was so flushed that he could even make it out in the dim light.
“Turn right here.”
He frowned at her, what was she playing at? There were no secluded spots where they were heading. When they drew abreast with the communal sports grounds she made him stop. He switched off the car and turned in his seat; she had pulled down the hem of her dress again and smirked at him.
He was at a loss for words and actions for a few moments and then it dawned on him, she said her father would be upset with marks on his car; she had said nothing about in the car. He pulled off the bowtie and slipped off his jacket, tossing both items on the passenger seat, slipping out of the driver’s door and getting into the back with her. He had barely sat down when she slipped onto his lap, their lips locking instantly, her fingers working on his shirt’s buttons. Joe slid up her soft thighs, pushing the hem of the dress up to her hips, his hands cupping her firm buttocks as she pulled his shirt out of his pants. She broke the kiss for a few moments, grinning at him,
“Now this is going to be fun.”
She reached down to grasp the hem of her dress and slip it over her head, revealing to be naked underneath except for a white thong, tossing the dress aside she leaned back slightly. Joe looked over her body, slipping his hands over her hips, across her toned tummy to cup her breasts.
“Oh yes baby.”
She leaned forward, kissing him deeply as he fingers trailed over his chest and stomach; soon her fingers had undone his belt and opened his pants, revealing his cock straining against the black material of his briefs. His fingers caressed her soft breasts, teasing the hard nipples, she squirmed at his touch, moaning into the kiss, her hands stroking his cock through his briefs. A light pinch on her nipples made her moan louder, grinding her crotch against his leg, her excitement very evident in the heat emanating from her groin and the wetness seeping through his pants. Suddenly Maryse broke the kiss, slipping from his lap to sit on the seat, slipping off her thong, dropping it on her dress; Joe lifted himself from the seat, pulling down his pants and briefs. Maryse shifted closer to him and then lay down on the seat, her legs opened and the invitation could not be any more obvious as to what she wanted.
Joe moved into position, Maryse pulled him down to her, their lips locking as her hand slid between them, finding his throbbing cock and guiding it to her almost dripping wet pussy. There was no need for words, no need for foreplay, they both needed this, Joe wasn’t sure if the place was where he had thought about doing this, but he didn’t mind at all as her warm, wet folds engulfed him, pulling him deeper and he obliged by pushing his cock deeper, making her moan. He started thrusting slowly into her, moving his hips in the rhythm he knew she enjoyed. It struck him as funny that she was completely naked and he still had on most of his clothing, he slid his hands back to her breasts, squeezing them firmly as they moved together, her hips raising to meet his thrusts, pulling him deep into her.
Her hands slid under his shirt, stroking his back, her nails lightly scratching him, his forefinger and thumb finding her rock hard nipples, rolling and pulling on them. It drove her mad when he did that and kept stroking slowly inside her, he resisted her urging for a long few moments, she started to really claw at his back, biting his lower lip as her hips moved from side to side, her legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper and to try and increase the pace. He finally gave in, his thrusting increasing in pace, their groins slapping sweetly together with each deep, fast thrust, the sound filling the inside of the car as she broke the kiss and moaned loudly, arching her back to push her breasts into Joe’s hands as he squeezed them, still pulling on her nipples.
He leaned down and started nibbling on her neck, making her moan even louder, Joe loved how responsive she was to her sensitive spots, the way she moaned and clawed at him as she tried to match his thrusts with her own, just made the moment so much hotter. Her body started to tremble, her breath coming with small gasps,
“Oh God yes baby, so close. Fuck me.”
And he did just that, driving his cock into her sweet pussy as fast and hard as the clutching of her pussy walls and legs clamping onto him allowed him to go. She gasped once and with a hoarse scream she came, her pussy clamping down hard on Joe’s cock, he grunted as he kept pushing in and out of her pussy, it felt almost like she had her hand wrapped around his shaft and refusing to let him go. He slipped his hands from her breasts, cupping her firm ass as he kept pushing in and out of her, then she suddenly loosened up, only to clamp onto him again. That was it for Joe; his cock was buried deep inside of her when he released his pent-up cum into her, groaning in pleasure as each convulsion of his cock send his cum barreling deep into her.
It took a few moments for them to finally catch their breath, Maryse chuckled suddenly, Joe looked at her and she ran her fingers through her hair. Catching his look she pulled him to her for a kiss, her fingers slowly curling through his hair as their tongues slowly slid over each other. She finally broke the kiss and laid back, looking up at him,
“Just thought about how much better my first time would have been if it was with you.”
This surprised Joe, she had never mentioned it before, of course she had at times shared little hints of the things she had done in the past. But never before just out in the open like this,
“So your first time was on the backseat of a Lincoln?”
“Don’t be silly, was on the backseat of a Corvette, fucking uncomfortable.”
She glanced at the clock on the dashboard,
“Shit! We need to get going; I promised we will not be in later than two.”
It was a tangle of limbs as they tried to make a rush of getting dressed, Maryse forgoing the thong, just shoving it into Joe’s jacket pocket and slipping on the dress. With a final kiss Joe got back into the driver’s seat and drove off, both failing to notice the dark figure emerging from the trees in front of the stadium.
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