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James wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in. I’ve always looked forward to prom, the flashy lighting, loud music, and all of that stuff. I move my hands up to James’ shoulders as we start to dance. I love the music here, it's so romantic, and spending the night with my amazing boyfriend James is more than I could have ever wanted or expected from my prom.

“Come with me”

James says in his dreamy, husky, manly, amazing voice.

“Of course babe”

I say, as his hands slide off my waist, and he grabs on to my hand, squeezing it tightly before dragging me over to the corner of the room. He pulls out a water bottle and takes off the lid,

“It’s vodka. Drink up.”

He says, I know it’s not a choice, plus, I promised him I would do this anyway. I take the bottle from his hand and down as much as I can, the sharp burning sensation filling up my throat as I swallow each gulp.

“Good girl.”

He says. I always melt at his protectiveness, and how hot he is… I could go on for hours about James.

The vodka doesn’t take long to take effect, and I become a more talkative version of myself, alcohol always makes me a bit of a chatterbox. The thoughts of staying at prom are immediately overridden with a strong desire for something more… intimate.

“James, how long until this is over, I wanna go homeee”

“Darling, we still have a bit longer, don’t worry, it will be over in no time”

“I want you to come home with me and fuck me dryyyyuh”

“Whatever you say baby cakes, we could always leave early and you know, fuck.”

We decided to go back to James’ place. Throughout the long car ride, I slowly get to a state of sobriety where I start to second guess my choices. I don’t really want this. I don’t want to lose my virginity tonight. James has always told me I can always say no, change my mind if I want to.

“James?”

“Yes m’darling?”

“I don’t want to have sex tonight.”

“Too mother fuckin’ bad my love, you agreed.”

“Oh… okay.”

So much for that. Whatever, I don’t want to upset him. My relationship is more important than my virginity… It's just one night after all.

The car stops and he opens the door for me, grabbing my hand and pulling me out.

…

We get up to his bedroom, it’s dark and dingy, two doors away from his parents room. They aren’t home though, out drinking again. He locks the door behind us. I guess this is happening.

His fingers rest on the back zip of my dress for a second.

“This is happening whether you like it or not. I’m horny and jacking off won't do it for me today.”

I take a deep breath.

He slowly pulls the zip down and the straps of the dress fall down to my waist. He spins me around in one smooth motion and I can practically see his cock get hard through his suit bottoms at the sight of my naked breasts. He bites his lip and mutters to himself,

“Damn it you’re hot”

I blush, and his hands guide down my waist. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all. He pulls my dress completely off, and it drops into a pile below my feet, which I step out of and kick across the room.

James picks me up and places me down on the bed, the only thing covering me is a pair of lacy underwear. I had suspected tonight may be the night. He leans forward and our lips connect for a warm, desperate kiss. I shuffle back so I’m lying down, my head propped up by some old, dirty looking pillows. He gets himself undressed and kneels on the bed, in the kind of position where his cock would be inside of me if it wasn’t for the thin layer of lace separating us. He begins to thrust his cock slowly, despite the lace, I can feel every last inch of it, and trust me, there are a lot of them.

He begins to pull my panties down slowly, and places them gently on the bed next to me. I can feel his cock against the slowly dampening skin of my clit. He uses his hands to direct his cock and soon enough, I can feel his tip against my entrance.

He wraps his hand around his cock and gives it a few pumps, becoming more erect with each one. He slowly slides his cock into my entrance and my world begins to spin almost instantly. I can’t help but to curse under my breath, which encourages him.

He picks up the pace and begins to thrust in and out of me, and he knows his stuff, he leans forward so he’s not only pleasuring my weakening clit, but also rubbing against the dry skin of my bean, filling my whole body with a sense of pleasure. With every thrust a wave of emotion runs over me, and I let out a series of breathy moans.

He slows down, pumping in and out and edging me. In my own time I’ve never lasted long, and I’m desperately holding in my own orgasm, as to let him ride out his own wave. I can feel his cock through my throbbing clit and I concentrate on it as hard as I can, to get the most out of it.

My thoughts stop. All I can feel is his cock inside of me, pulsing and moving in and out, how the head of his cock feels as he pulls it almost all the way out.

“Fuck James I’m about to cuummm..”

I breathe. My legs impulsively tighten and try to close, but he uses his arms to hold them open. My head clogs and I can feel myself squirting around his cock, I’m squirming and thrusting my hips, desperate for pleasure. He speeds up and his head cocks back, I feel my clit filling with his hot, warm cum.

He pulls his cock out of me and gives it a couple more pumps, before pulling me up and pushing my head down, the taste of his cum flavouring my mouth in ways I never knew it could. I run my tongue around the head of his cock and he pulls it out of my mouth, cum squirting out of it as he pushes it back into my clit, pumping again. I feel another rush and grip my breasts for support, as more of my cum sprays out around his cock. He pulls his cock out for what seems like the millionth time and brings his mouth down to my clit, as I’m still squirting. His tongue licks up all of the cum from my entrance and his face is wet with my juices.

We both let out the heaviest breaths we ever had and he says something that shatters me.

“I sure hope that doesn’t get you pregnant.”

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*Two weeks after prom*

I’m sitting in the bathroom skipping Maths class, scrolling through my phone, my feet propped up so they aren’t visible from under the stall.

I’m stressed, really stressed.

The only thing I can think about is prom night, James’ words replaying in the back of my mind. “I sure hope that doesn’t get you pregnant.” He said, so nonchalantly. Like he does this all the time; I wonder if he has any other ‘mistakes’ that he didn’t tell me about before we got together. I wouldn’t be surprised. I open my period tracker, yep, I missed my period. It's not uncommon for me to miss a period or two, but I’m not a virgin anymore. I should take a test.

I remember the thought of his hot cum flowing throughout me, how it felt, every little sense. As much as I hated that night, god did I cum hard. God, I am horny.

I check the time; I’ve been in the bathroom for what, 20 minutes now? What's another 5-10 minutes to get my rocks off? Although, this would be the first time masturbating in a school toilet, not exactly the best environment, not to mention I moan. Loud. If anyone were to come in? I’m dead. Fuck it, I’m so horny, hornier than usual, I need to.

I sit up briefly to lift up the toilet lid, can’t be cumming all over the lid of the school toilets. I pull my pants and underwear down, my underwear not nearly as fancy and lacy as they were a couple weeks ago. Nobody is going to see them anyway. I place my middle and ring finger from my right hand into my mouth and run my tongue around them, really lathering the spit up on my fingers. I’ve never really bought any kind of lube, never thought I would need it.

I bring my fingers down to my bean, although I briefly brush my fingertips over my clit to sense how wet I am; very wet, soaking even. I begin to slowly move my two fingers up and down over my bean, and plunge my fingers into my clit to draw out some of that wet liquid to use as lube. I speed up my pace; I really start to feel things. My breathing becomes heavier and I feel each movement like a volt of electricity through my legs and my clit, my eyes force closed.

I take a breath, a different one. I see myself from every angle.

James’ face,

This isn’t what I want. I take my fingers out of my half plumped clit. I lean back and sigh, I come to.

James’ cock,

Disgusting. I stand up, pull my pants up and walk out of the stall. I wash my hands off, the cold water contrasting to the warmth of my hands.

I should take a pregnancy test. I have one in my bag from the time I thought I was the next virgin Mary. I step back into the stall, pull my pants down, and take one long piss over the test. I put it in my pocket, as gross as it is, and walk back to class.

…

About 15 minutes later, I pull the test out of my pocket.

I rub my eyes.

I rub them again.

Again, and again.

One, two.

Two lines.