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He came up for air and then it was like we both realized at the same time where we were and how close we had come to being caught.
“You make me crazy.” He told me.
“Take me home,” I demanded.
I didn’t need to ask him twice, and Larissa covered for me so that I could fuck him twice more in his apartment before returning to my home.
The next day I accepted a prom date from a student called Malachi. He was a nice guy, a little on the quiet side. The fact he wasn’t a jock was a winner for me. I explained the date was as friends and he was fine with that. When I told Parker, I saw his face become all jealous which was adorable.
“I want to be your prom date. I know it’s impossible, but it’s going to be so damn hard seeing you looking beautiful and watching you dancing with other guys.”
“Yes, but you get this,” I said, grasping hold of his cock on another secret assignation. “They don’t.”
We were desperate for each other and every moment we got to spend together was treasured.
“When will we be able to be open about us?” I asked him one night after another passionate lovemaking session.
“After graduation?” Parker kissed the top of my head. “I’m going to hand in my notice at the end of the year.”
“You are?” I said, stunned. “But what will you do?”
“I have some savings put away until I find something else I want to do. So, for a while, I think I’ll just chill around with my girlfriend when she’s ready to tell her parents about us. That’s if they don’t kill me, or have me arrested.”
It was a worry; I couldn’t deny it. I had no idea what my parents’ reaction would be to the fact I’d fallen in love with my teacher. However, it was simple, I loved him and if they wanted what was best for me – if what my mother had told me was true – that love was more important than wealth, then we’d be okay. For now, we went on with our forbidden romance, and I prepared myself for prom, where I’d spend the entire evening with someone who wasn’t the man I loved, while I posed for pictures pretending I was having the time of my life.
It was typical that a few days before prom I picked up a virus. We were sitting in the cafeteria making last minute plans, and I was almost falling asleep from being up in the early hours being sick.
“Don’t you dare not make prom!” Larissa scolded me.
“I’ll be there,” I said weakly. “If I get some rest tonight and tomorrow, I’ll be ready to go Friday for sure.”
“Can you believe this room will be turned into an amazing space where we can dance the night away?”
“It’s going to be great. I have to say, even though I was loathe to admit it, Brandy has helped coordinate what should be a great prom.”
“Yeah, only because she knows she can’t win Prom Queen, so she’s going for an accolade for best on the committee.”
“Well, I didn’t think she’d have done it for the good of the school,” I smirked.
Larissa looked sad for a moment. “High School’s going to be over soon, babe, and then I’m off to Rutger’s. I’m gonna miss you.”
“Hey, it’s only New Jersey. I’ll be visiting you and skyping you all the time. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I told her. “Now what should I do with my hair for prom?”
The night of the prom my virus had improved. My gown was amazing. I felt like a princess. The Marchesa number was a floral-embroidered tulle flutter-sleeve gown in light pink. It gave the illusion of a round neckline and pinched in at the waist. It floated all the way to the floor covering my Manolo Blahnik pink satin mule sandals. They had two buckles on them embellished in crystals and were adorable. To finish, I had a Valentino lace edged shawl in a jade color.
“Oh my darling, you look stunning. Doesn’t she look beautiful, Art?” My mother exclaimed.
“Always, but especially tonight.” My dad said.
“Have a lov
ely time and any hint of trouble from juvenile boys, you tell a teacher, okay? That’s why they’re there. To keep you safe, because there’s always some boy who’ll do a Julian, have too much to drink and try to get fresh with you.” My mother added.
I nodded. “I’ll be careful.” If only she knew it was the teacher who might get fresh with me!
The doorbell rang, and Malachi was escorted into our front room.
“Why, Malachi Hudson, don’t you look handsome.” My mother embarrassed him, causing his cheeks to flush. He handed me a corsage made up with colors to match my gown, and he had chosen a jade tie to coordinate with the pale green of the leaves on the flowers of my gown and with my shawl.
