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Abby

The day of the trial exam has arrived. I’m anxious and thorny. Anyone would feel like that if they knew exactly none of the mandatory readings. Connor and I have been sitting around all weekend, doing assignments and reading excerpts to get an idea of what the books are about.

When the teachers announce that we are about to start, I focus on the topics. I choose one that I think is easy to improvise. I sit down and start writing. I have no idea where all the time has gone, but the board orders the end and tells everyone to put down their pens. Shit, I think. I got carried away. I got so worked up that I forgot to check the time. Because of this, I haven’t left myself time to rewrite the paper neatly, so I’m forced to hand in eight pages of rough scribbling. Tough luck.

The results will be in after the weekend. I’m in no condition to think about anything else all week.

“Gail, why are you so keyed up? Just look how stressed you are,” says Connor, kneading my shoulders. “I know a great way to get you to stop panicking, at least for a little while.”

He slips his nimble hands under my blouse and clamps down on my breasts. His lips reach for mine and he loses himself in the kiss. With each of his touches I can actually feel myself relaxing. When it comes to touch, the way he seduces and caresses me, there is no chance to think about anything else. He takes over all my attention, assumes control over absolutely every cell of my body. He grabs my hand and leads me towards the bed.

“Lie in the middle, honey bear.”

I do what he asks. He leans over me and undoes the buttons of my jeans, grabs the hem, and pulls it towards him, freeing each of my legs. He roams his mouth along my thigh, kissing every bit of it tenderly. The closer he comes to the spot connecting my thighs to my torso, the more tension I feel in my lower abdomen and the faster my breathing becomes. He runs his tongue along the line of my panties, pulls them down, and lays them next to me, spreading my legs wider and diving in between them. His tongue immediately finds my sensitive button. Chills run through my body with each lick. He slides his tongue inside me and licks his lips lewdly.

“You taste perfect! I love that little pussy. It’s so beautiful. And mine.”

He caresses me with his fingers and tongue. I feel wonderful. Gradually a wave builds up inside me, and when it reaches its zenith, the orgasm overpowers my body, lifting it and letting it fall down again.

“I love you, Ve.”

“Better, honey?”

I nod, grab him by his shirt, and pull him to me, finding his lips and plunging in for a kiss. I can taste myself, mixed in with a hint of mint chewing gum. The erection pushing against me rubs against my sensitive spot. I unzip his trousers and reach into his boxers. I love the velvety feel of his skin. I pull him out and direct him between my legs. Ve enters and moves unhurriedly. I grab his ass and press harder.

“I want to feel it deep inside me.”

He picks up the pace. With just a dozen movements, another orgasm sweeps me up to the stars. Ve, however, continues his wonderful torture. He turns me onto my stomach, covers me with his body, and enters slowly. His fingers lace with mine just above my head. He makes love to me, and I fall apart once again. He moves inside me a few more times, pulls out, and finishes on my buttocks and loins.

“I colored your tattoo,” he says cheerfully, and the tone of his voice makes me smile. May it be like this forever.

I made it! I got a B in my language mock exam, which means that now, if I get an A on my final exam in May, I will be exempt from the oral test. So awesome! Connor fared less well but eventually passed his mock exam. Now we’re counting down the days until the first prom, which is this coming weekend.

In the meantime, we are still looking for a suit for Ve. When he comes out of the fitting room dressed in a maroon shirt and a suit, I lose my breath. I lick my lips and swallow loudly. My mouth goes dry. It’s the first time I’ve seen him dressed like this. I walk up to him, climb on my toes, and whisper in his ear, “You look so good, I’m wet just looking at you. So sexy.” I run a hand over his crotch. “If we were alone…”

He sucks in a breath.

“Abbs…”

He holds my hand and kisses me gently on the cheek, turns, and goes back behind the curtain to try on another set. And I just lick my lips. When the curtain pulls back, I let out a loud moan. He’s dressed in black. Perfectly tailored trousers, a black shirt, rolled up sleeves, topped off with a belt.

“Promise me you’ll never go out dressed like this without me. Jesus, I’m horny.”

“So, you like it?”

I walk up to him, push him into the fitting room, take his hand, and slip it into my panties.

“Is that enough of an answer for you?”

“Gail, fuck! We’re going home, right now!”

“I want you to fuck me dressed like this.”

“I promise.”

When we get home, I don’t have to ask him twice to put on the outfit. He walks into the room in it, and I’m all on fire. I run up to him, kneel down in front of him, and undo his zipper. I grasp his beautiful penis in my hands. The first drops of his arousal have already appeared on the tip. I lick them off unashamedly and embrace the crown with my lips.

“You are so sexy in that suit. I’ve never been hornier in my life.”

“Kitty cat,” he purrs and pushes it in deep. “I don’t want to end like this, I want to feel you.”

I stand up and slip off my blouse, getting rid of my jeans and socks. I’m left in my lace underwear and nothing else. It’s black and matches my Ve. I stand in front of him, put my arms around him, and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him. He leads us to the wall by the mirror, puts my back against it, and enters me in one swift push. We’re both looking at the scene playing out in the reflection. My nipples are so erect that the lace is barely holding on, no longer able to withstand the pressure. Ve frees them, and now they stick out in his direction, begging to be caressed. He puts one and then the other in his mouth. That suit adds to his sex appeal and confidence. Just watching him fuck me fully clothed makes me climax after a few thrusts. When I’m done, Ve carries me into the room, leans me against the bed, and once again slides into my throbbing pussy. I clench around him, and he growls.

“You’re so perfect. What a lovely ass.”

He speeds up to reach fulfilment a moment later, splashing his load on my back.

I’m getting ready for the prom. Gina has just left. I have a beautiful bun. Loose strands of hair frame my face. The subtle makeup is topped off with red lipstick. I’m admiring myself in the mirror when I hear a knock on the door.

“Wow, Abigail! You look phenomenal.” Ve steps inside and puts a corsage on my hand. It’s the color of my dress—a blood-red flower.

He presses me to the wall and seeks out my lips, covering them with kisses.

“Do we have time for a quick fuck?” he asks in between licks. “I’d like to dive in under that dress.”

He runs one hand along my thigh, discovering that it is adorned with a stocking and a red garter. He steps back for a moment and stares at me, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom, practically fucking me with that gaze.

“We’re not going out, Gail. I need to have you now.”

“We can’t. You’ll ruin my hair and makeup, and Gina worked so hard on it.”

“You don’t have to do a thing. I’ll just remove that dress for a moment.”

He pulls at the zipper, letting the dress fall inertly to the floor. I lift my legs, stepping out of it, and put it carefully back on the bed.

“Fuck!” Ve hisses.

He walks over and grabs my buttocks, kneading each one individually, then kneeling in front of me and pulling the garter off with his teeth. And I feel myself getting moist for him. I sit on the bed, slide off my panties, and spread my legs for him to see. Ve’s tongue sinks into my pussy, licking my clit, and I squirm beneath him, losing my senses.

“You taste so good. I love that pussy.”

He slides his fingers inside me, and my body shakes with orgasm. I quiver as Ve lifts me up and turns me on my knees. He spanks me, then I hear him unzip his pants, and a few heartbeats later, he impales me on his hard cock without warning. His thrusts are hard and fast. My whole body, still engulfed in orgasm, trembles as another wave floods me from my feet to the tips of my hair.

“You’re perfect, Ve. I love you!” I cry out, coming with such force it makes my knees shake.

Ve peaks right after me, spreading his warm ooze over my buttocks. He wipes me clean and lays kisses on my neck, my back, my bottom. I put on my panties and garter, and go to the bathroom to get myself in order. When I return, Ve helps me put on my dress. I turn to him, wrap my arms around his neck, and press my lips to his.

“I love you,” I repeat. I spread his lips with my tongue. We kiss passionately.

“Gail, if we don’t stop right now, we’ll never get out of here. I’m hard again.”

So, I grab my bag and coat, and we leave.

After the first meal, the blissful mood I was in disappears irretrievably. Every now and then Connor goes out somewhere with his buddies. If it weren’t for the fact that his classmates, who sit closest to us, and their girlfriends like me, I would have to sit alone most of the evening. On top of that, I think he got stoned. I feel sad. We hardly have any fun. I don’t get up for the group photo either. I don’t feel like it. Awesome second anniversary.

I would like to understand what drives him at times like this. Maybe he just feels the need to impress others? He can’t say no, or they’ll call him a wuss. Because what’s the point of getting high? Unless it was me he couldn’t stand. I wish we knew how to communicate properly. Every attempt I make to unravel what’s driving him ends with Connor cutting me off. And saying that he doesn’t know what I mean. This is pointless.

My prom begins with a dance, which Connor and I lead as the first couple. We open the party, and it’s on our shoulders to represent the whole school.

“Connor, what are you doing?!” I hiss through clenched teeth, seeing how tense he is.

“Gail, fuck! I’m counting steps so I don’t get confused.”

“Then stop. Let it go. Chill out. You weren’t so nervous at your prom.”

“Because we didn’t go first. And at my school, everyone is chill. You must have seen the difference.”

“I did. But that depends on what you mean by ‘chill’. If you’re talking about how you disappeared for half an evening, then there was indeed a lot of it.”

Our exchange ends when we have to go our separate ways according to the choreographed routine. When we meet again, we say nothing more. I can feel how tense he is. As the last notes ring out from the speakers, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. We’ve done it.

“I’m off for a smoke, Abby.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“Yes, come on.”

We walk out in front of the building. Connor lights a cigarette, and I prop up the wall. I don’t feel like smoking.

“So, I think it came out cool, right?” I ask.

“I tried,” he replies curtly.

Hot meals are already laid out on the tables when we go back inside. The guys have already managed to pour vodka into everyone’s juices. We make a toast and pose for a few photos. The girls and I decide to go to the toilets for some spicier shots.

“Now like that: dress raised, knee up, and garter showing!”

We have so much fun doing this. I get Connor out on the dance floor for a few songs, but then he disappears with some boys from my school that he knows. Shit, here we go again. This time he’s drunk.

“Hey, are you feeling bad?” I lean into him.

“I’m a bit dizzy.”

I hand him some water. After the first party Myro, picked us up. After this one, it’s going to be my mom, so I have to do my best to get him well.

It’s about three in the morning when everyone is slowly making their way out. Mom is waiting for us. She drives Connor home and then we go to ours. I’m exhausted. I take a quick shower and wash off my makeup. I can’t stop thinking about how Connor is acting. I’m not sure I’ll be able to put up with this kind of behavior for much longer. It’s so messed up. We’re messed up.

When I finally make it to bed, it’s already four-forty. I wonder if there is any point in going to sleep. Finally, I decide that maybe a few hours’ downtime will do me some good.

On Monday, everyone is talking about the prom. The heated discussion is interrupted by the arrival of the teacher.

“Well, dear students, before we start, I want to know your opinion on something. How do you rate the organization of the event and the fun itself?”

Being myself, I go for total honesty.

“If you ask me, for that kind of money, the food and drinks were embarrassing.”

“What do you mean, Abigail?” she asks, clearly shocked. Well, yes, teachers are not used to someone daring to complain about something they organized.

“Professor, the week before, I was at the same place at another prom. The price was the same and the drinks were decent and in abundance, plus there was delicious, fresh food. And not the doughnuts and fritters that were left over in the patisseries after Fat Thursday. It was downright awful. Orangeade instead of Fanta or Sprite is also pretty lame. I don’t know where the money went.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

All eyes are focused on her now. We are expecting some kind of answer. Maybe most people in the class don’t give a shit because it was the parents who paid for the party, but I care. It’s just annoying, that kind of amateurishness. There was better food and drink at my New Year’s Eve party.

“Do you all think so?” the teacher asks, looking for a way out of her predicament.

“Well, actually, yes. We agree with Abigail.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll pass on your comments. Now let’s start the class.”

I can see she’s unhappy. She didn’t expect that kind of answer. But what can you do? It was the truth.