Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... forearms and his thumbs idly stroke my cheekbones. “Was that okay?” I ask, shyly. “More than okay. If I knew you were such a great kisser, I would have done it when we went out for pie,” he practically purrs. I quietly chuckle and he kisses my forehead before breaking away from me. “Well, goodnight,” I say, turning towards my front door but Mark keeps a grip of my hand, causing me to turn to look at him. “What is it?” I ask. Taking a deep breath, his expression becomes serious and it begins to worry me. “I don’t have a date for the prom next week. Would you go with me, Beth?” he asks endearingly, his eyes wide with nerves. Still not over the dreamy kiss we just shared, I double-blink at him. He is asking me to the big final social event of the school year - as his date! In all my high school fantasies, this would probably be quite high in the unlikely scale. But it is happening to me, Beth Cheung, right now. “I’d love to,” I blush. Exhaling sharply, Mark grins and grabs me by the waist to pick me up to twirl me around. Caught up in his joy, I giggle before he captures my lips again, kissing me more ardently than before. I feel him pin me against the wall, so his touch and taste on my mouth intoxicates my senses and I find myself getting turned on from the sheer nearness of him. We make out on the porch until my mom knocks on the window ten minutes later. ******** The following Saturday is the night of the prom and I am nervous. I manage to get the dress I had my eye on ...

... since the prom was announced and as soon as I have it on, I can’t stop myself twirling in front of the mirror. It is a floor-length, emerald green, halterneck dress that clings to my curves. My mom styles my hair so that it is piled and pinned on top of my head in long, luscious curls and my older sister does my make-up, while lecturing me about the perils of succumbing to peer pressure about losing my virginity after the prom. Since Mark asked me, I haven’t stopped thinking of whether we would do it, or more importantly, if he wanted to do it with me. I haven’t told him I am a virgin, but over-worrying about it only stresses me out so I assure my sister that I am just going to enjoy the evening and see what happens. Soon, my eyes are lined with kohl and my lips are raspberry red. I am just putting on my strappy shoes when there is a knock on the front door. Excitedly, I open it and my face drops. It’s Ben, fully dressed in a tuxedo. “Jesus Beth, you look hot!” he says as a greeting. He is behaving like the big scene in the cafeteria didn’t happen. I am in no mood to be messed around, not tonight. “What are you doing here?” I growl, getting my phone and sending a quick text to Mark. Ben raises his eyebrows at my hostile tone. “I’m picking you up for the prom?” he replies, questioningly. "What happened to Cassandra?” I ask, closing the front door. "She dumped me yesterday and seeing as you're going stag, we might as well go together, " he says nonchalantly. What an asshole, he is ...