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She nods, and we leave our friends. The second we get passed the tree line and hidden from view, I gently push her back against one of the tall trees. She’s laughing softly, her eyes bright from the alcohol. I kiss her deeply, my hand sliding up her shirt to cup her breast. She moans in my mouth, and I lose all sense of control.
I kiss her neck, sucking on it hard, and move down. Her shirt is in my way, so I quickly pull it off and slide her bra off. She inhales sharply as I suck on her nipple. I love watching her facial expressions when we’re like this. It’s a better high than being on the field.
Her back arches, pushing her breast further into my mouth. Mmm, I can’t get enough of her. I’m about to unbutton her pants when we hear laughing getting closer. Paige inhales sharply, and I quickly cover her with my body.
No way in hell am I letting someone else see Paige like this.
All my protective instincts are on high alert. The voices come closer and round the corner to where I thought we were pretty well hidden.
“Fuller, that you?” It’s Donahue, one of our defensive linemen. “It is you!”
He slurs his words, and I can just now make out from the light of the moon that he is completely wasted. The girl on his arm looks pretty trashed, too – she seems to be struggling to walk. Before I can respond to Donahue, the girl says something to him and then immediately turns and vomits on the ground.
Well if their interruption didn’t kill the mood, that certainly did. I can’t hook up with Paige after watching a random girl vomit all her beer, which just so happens to trigger Donahue.
He exclaims, “Oh, fuck, that’s so gross,” before he chokes on the last word and projectile vomit comes out of his mouth.
Let me tell you, there’s nothing more sobering – or disgusting – than watching two people vomit next to each other.
I keep Paige covered while she puts her bra and shirt back on. I check on Donahue and his date to ensure they’ll be okay before heading back towards the party. I fill Nate in on Donahue, and he proceeds to grab a couple bottles of water and head over to find him. With Paige’s hand back firmly in mine, we make a hasty retreat.
“Well, this night didn’t turn out quite like I expected.”
She laughs softly, “That’s okay. We always have tomorrow.”
Ah, yes. The homecoming dance. I definitely plan on getting my hands on Paige again tomorrow.
Seven
“How do I look?”
My mom and dad look up, and both break into huge grins. I think my dad might even be tearing up a little.
“Dad,” I chide, “don’t cry. This isn’t even prom. It’s just homecoming.”
“Paige, allow me to be a dad. And right now, I’m a dad who can’t believe how grown up his little girl has gotten. You look beautiful, honey.”
I blush a little – I’m a daddy’s girl through and through– “Thanks, daddy.”
“When will Jack be here?” My mom asks while pulling out her camera.
As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Jack is standing on the other side in a navy blue suit. Jesus, he cleans up well. I mean, I love him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with his letterman’s jacket over it, but this cleaned up look is…yummy. His eyes light up, and he inhales sharply when he sees me in my form-fitting, short navy blue dress, with just a hint of cleavage.
“Paige, you look gorgeous.”
I smile brightly at him. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“You ready to go?”
“Not quite yet, you two.” My mom stops us. “I want some pictures.”
I swear my mom took a million pictures. I guess that’s what mom’s do, but I really just wanted to be alone with Jack.
The music is loud when we enter the gym, where homecoming is being held. It’s decorated with glow in the dark stars and big, round Styrofoam balls that have been painted to look like planets. It’s a galaxy theme to go with the tagline “Out of This World.” It’s totally cheesy, but the room looks stunning. They’ve got string lights set up, so it’s romantic, but faintly looks like they could be stars in the sky.
Jack and I dance and laugh through more than a dozen songs before I decide I’ve experienced enough of homecoming. We posed for pictures, danced, hung out with friends. Now, I just want to get him alone and finish what we started last night.
We drive around for a while before we end up back at Forrester Park, which seems to be our new spot to make out or, in this case, hook up. The second Jack puts the car in park, we start frantically pawing at each other. I’m relieved to see that I’m not the only one feeling like this. Jack can’t seem to get enough of me, and frankly, I can’t get enough of him either.
