The Prom

Butterflies fluttered in Sara’s stomach as she brushed her fine features with a fine layer of skin coloured dust. She didn’t wear makeup very often but tonight was a special occasion and she wanted to look her best for Michael. He had told her on countless occasions how beautiful she was but there was always a niggling feeling at the back of mind that told her he was just flattering her.

With one last swipe of lipstick, Sara pouted at her reflection, pressed her lips to a thin scrap of tissue paper and smiled. She was going to a prom. The prom. With Michael and there was no other feeling in the world that compared to how she felt right now. Her body flushed with a mixture of fear and insecurities when her cell phone on her desk jumped to life. It jiggled across the wooden surface as it vibrated, the caller Id shouting “Michael” into her eyes.

“Hello?” she asked nervously, her heart skipping a needed beat.

“Hey,” Michael breathed, his velvety voice combing her being. “How’s it going?” he asked casually, obviously referring to her pre prom duties.

“I’m all ready,” she told him excitedly, glancing at her bedside clock. “How about you?” she prodded.

“Well,” he began, extended the syllable. “I was nearly at your door when I had to stop,” he told her with a smirk.

Sara arched her brow confused. “Why?” she asked a little irritated. He was going to be late and he was acting like it was a game. “Where are you?” she quizzed as she paced her room, her brand new open toed heels sinking into the cream floor covering.

Michael looked around him, swiping his body through condensed breath and he exhaled. “Well it looks like some kind of grassy area,” he said grinning harder into the phone. “And I have just seen the most beautiful thing ever pass before my eyes,” he confessed, his voice smooth and seductive.

Sara froze and turned to her bedroom window. In a few steps she was there, looking down onto her father’s marvellously trimmed lawns to where Michael stood with his cell phone pressed to his ear, twiddling a paper rose in between his finger and thumb. He looked up, their eyes meeting and an open mouthed smile spreading across his face. Michael licked his lips at the sight of her hanging over her window frame, her strapless dress pushing more than an eyeful of cleavage his way. “See, nearly at your door,” he pointed a finger towards it with another grin.

Sara snapped her phone shut and threw it to the bed as she fled her room, flicking the light off as she passed it. Her heels clicked furiously on the marbled staircase and her hand gripped the rail to stop her falling. Michael pushed his phone into his jacket pocket as he bounded towards the front door, awaiting her presence. Sara reached out and laid a hand on the handle, exhaling hard before she pushed it down.

The door swung open and Michael was taken back by Sara’s image. Her dress was beautiful. It was almost to the floor and the material looked so luxurious he wanted to reach out and know what she felt like under it. Her bare shoulders were uninterrupted because her hair had been twisted into a decoratively simple knot on the back on her head and her fine toes poked out from her matching shoes. Her entire outfit was red and it ignited his urges deep inside.

He blinked a few times and she gave him a twirl. “You like?” she grinned coyly.

Michael stepped into the lobby, his eyes on fire as she fuelled his gaze. “I love it,” he exclaimed handing her the delicate rose. “It’s perfect for this,” he told her producing a small box from behind his back. Sara gave him a quizzical look and took the box from him, carefully sliding the bottom away from the top. Sara gasped at what she saw, her hands touching the white gold shakily.

“Michael,” she breathed stunned. “I can’t accept this,” she said sadly, raising her gaze to meet his. Michael smiled and took the necklace from the box, stepping behind her. The heart shaped ruby hung down her breastbone surrounded by tiny clear jewels, more of which were spaced up the sides of the chain.

“You’re worth a million diamond and ruby necklaces,” he breathed into her ear, fixing the clasp. Sara touched the necklace once more and her eyes fluttered closed when Michael pressed a soft kiss to the base of her neck. “Don’t ever forget that,” he whispered. Sara turned around to face him again, his eyes serious and full of love.

“Michael, I don’t know what to say,” she stammered. “It’s so gorgeous,” she smiled at him. Michael smoothed his large palms over her shoulders and grinned at her excitedly.

“I have one more surprise,” he told her mischievously taking her hand in his and pulling her out onto her front porch. Sara’s jaw dropped open when a small man tipped his hat to her as he stood next to a polished black limousine. The man was dressed in a white drivers suit, his black buttons and accessories contrasting the rest of the suit. Michael gripped Sara hand tightly as they walked down her front steps and onto the gravel driveway.

Sara was speechless and even more so when the aging man pulled the rear door open to reveal a lavishly decorated red interior and white leather seats. Michael led Sara into the limo, her eyes wide as she took in everything he had organised for her. She sank into the corner seat, running a hand across the polished mahogany surfaces and feeling the soft furry floor tickling her toes. Michael took a seat next to her as the door closed behind them and reached for the door to the mini fridge.

Sara’s already surprised expression met his once more as he took her hand again, this time slipping a red rose corsage onto her wrist. “Michael…” Sara repeated his name once more, it escaping her lips barely audibly. Michael squeezed her hand as the limo set off stealthily, no movement shaking the back of the vehicle.

“I know,” he smiled interlocking his fingers with hers and placing a kiss to the back on her hand before dropping them onto his lap. “I know,” he repeated, staring into her soul with his caring blue green eyes. Sara couldn’t thank him enough in words and leant sideways, pulling his face to hers with her free hand for a fiery kiss. Her non-smudge lipstick held fast as she ravaged his lips, stroking the side of his clean shaven face as she did so. He gave her a quick smile when they parted, wrapped his strong arm around her tiny figure and pulled her to him. Sara rested her head on his shoulder, a wide smile gracing her lips as they travelled in a silence that spoke volumes to each of them.

The prom itself was to be held at a nearby five star hotel, the high school having rented the huge ballroom for the evening. Gibson’s was a world renowned hotel chain famous for its extravagant ball rooms and Chicago’s was no exception. As Michael and Sara walked through the huge archway into the main event they were both taken back by the remarkably detailed ceiling art as the expensive old-fashioned chandeliers illuminated it.

A flash to her side caught Sara attention and she caught sight of the photographer posing the next couple for their photograph. She tugged on Michael arm and they joined the queue of over sexed teenagers as the band played in the next hall. The line quickly dropped in size and soon Sara and Michael were thrown under the decorated arch for their everlasting moment on photo paper. Michael wrapped his arms protectively around Sara as she pressed her back to him, both standing slightly sideways to face the middle aged photographer. “Smile kids!” the over enthusiastic man yelled from behind the huge lens before a flash filled their eyes and he ushered them on.

As they entered the hall dinner had already been served and waiters were busily removing plates from the round tables. Sara and Michael had purposely missed dinner, having decided that a more intimate meal between just the two of them would be much better before making their way to the prom. Sara scanned the room for her friend as she pulled Michael around the edge of the room in the shadows. She let out a giggle when she spied her friend already dancing on the neatly polished floor.

“Come on,” she called to Michael over the music and he followed her obediently. Sara tapped her friend on the shoulder who hugged her tight when she saw her. Her boyfriend and Michael shook hands and greeted one another in deep, manly voices that penetrated the music easily.

“You look amazing,” Sara told her eying her dress. It was a light green halter dress with a strappy lattice back that exposed her skin fully. She wore matching strappy heels and a quaint diamante choker. Her friend smiled at Sara having already seen her dress and glanced at Michael, her eyebrows wiggling excitedly.

“I know,” Sara laughed to her friend, reading her mind in anticipation of her comment. Her gaze fell on Michael where it lingered, taking in his existence. He shifted under her gaze as her eyes devoured him hungrily, taking in every inch of him with a predatory stare. His pressed tux fitted perfectly, the finely tailored mandarin collar fitting close to his neck and his white shirt just leaving the bottom of his sleeves. He wore a blood red four button vest and his black pants had a satin side stripe that matched the edge of his jacket. Finally his hair had been shaven short to how Sara liked it.

“What?” Michael mouthed at her silently with a smirk as coloured lights blinked across their bodies. Sara left her friend and grinned at him wider as she approached, her head held low and her eyes rolled up to meet his. Michael’s body reacted instantly when she laid a tentative hand to his chest and he instinctively rested a warm hand to her back, laid his other over hers and pulled her closer.

Sara rested an arm over his shoulder, placed her hand to the back of his soft, downy neck and pulled his face closer to hers. Her breath tickled his ear as she spoke, whispering silky words into his subconscious that he heard as clear as day over the pounding band. “Thank you,” she said simply before planting a damp kiss to his earlobe. Michael’s hand pressed harder into her back as he needed them to be closer and he pulled his head back so his lips rested outside of her ear.

“What for?” he teased, playing the dumb card. Sara pressed her head to his and rolled it so that their foreheads were touching and they were eye to eye.

“For everything,” she told him seriously, her smile wilting from her face as her hazel orbs bore into him. Michael lost his own smile as they stood in the crowd, communicating with only the twitching of their eyes and a flickering of lip movements. “This is the best day of my life,” she confessed, looping her tiny fingers around Michael thumb as their hands rested to his heart.

“Your welcome,” he smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her eager lips. The band announced the introduction of a slow dance and half the men vacated the floor for the punch bowl. Hoards of irritated girls slumped back to their dining seats with crosses arms and annoyed looks at their partners who revelled in pouring alcohol into the fruit cocktail with laughter. “Dance with me,” Michael commanded with a hoarse drizzle of a voice, pulling Sara backwards towards the centre of the floor.

Sara melted into Michael embrace as she tucked her head under his chin and he swayed them in time with the music. It was slow and they became lost in the romance, neither saying a word. Michael closed his eyes as his cheek pressed against Sara’s silky soft auburn hair and his hand roamed the bare skin on her back. Sara gripped at his jacket and leant further into his touch, her own eyes pressed tightly closed as the feel of their bare skins touching set her on fire.

Sara pulled her head back slowly, gazing into Michael’s welcoming eyes as the song played around them. Their world fell away and left them standing together in the void, holding each other with all the longing they had ever felt. “I have a surprise for you too,” Sara confessed to Michael as the song faded out to its end. He narrowed his eyes and gave her a worried smile. “Follow me,” she told him and left the floor.

Michael did as he was told, following her unquestioningly from the hall, past the photographer who was packing up his equipment and out into the lobby. The air was cold because one door has been propped open to cool the staff, the thick woven uniforms overheating them easily with the extra bodies in the building. Sara leant on the high black stone desk and the clerk smiled a broad, toothy grin at her and handed her a card. “Governor Tancredi’s room is 214,” she said cheerfully. “Have a nice evening,” she added quirkily.

Sara nodded a thank you and took Michael’s hand. He gave her an apprehensive look but followed her lead as they stopped outside the elevators. Sara’s heels echoed through the empty lobby as she tapped them impatiently on the stone floor, waiting for the steel box to arrive. “Sara where are we going?” Michael asked her as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside.

“Room 214,” she told him, the button she pressed lighting up beneath her finger like a firefly. Cheesy music filled the square cage as it lurched to life and was pulled up the shaft on steel cables.

“Why?” he asked confused. She turned to him confidently and fiddled with the white card in her hands, the company’s name printed in the corner of it. His face was flushed red and Michael was afraid he had done something wrong and Sara was scorning him like a bad puppy.

“I told you,” she said as the elevator chimed and the doors pulled apart once more. “I have a surprise, and if you want it, follow me,” she grinned, stepping out of the solid elevator onto luxurious blue carpet that lined the hall. Room 214 was at the end of the hall and the sound of their footsteps was eaten away by the expensive carpet under their feet. Michael looked around him for any sign there was a surprise at the end on this journey, but all he saw were white doors and more white doors.

Room 214 had a different door, a dark red one with brass numbers and a tiny magnifying glass spy hole. The door had been painted recently, the red clashing with the blue of the carpet hideously. There was no keyhole on the door, just a large brushed chrome handle and a swipe card outlet attached beside it.

“Will I like it?” Michael asked Sara, regarding his surprise with some thought as he tickled the back of her neck playfully with his lips. Sara pushed the key card through the device and a green light indicated its acceptance and the door clicked. She pushed the handle down and the door opened.

“Oh I think so,” Sara smiled to herself as she stepped into the room. Michael bit his tongue and growled low in his chest. Sara was a tease and he was hopeless at ignoring the unknown. He had to know everything or it drove him insane, just like now as he followed her into the room, pushing the door closed behind him and searching the room.

The room was obviously expensive. The carpet had moulded into a deep red colour underneath their feet and was twice and thick as out in the hallway. The floor space was expansive and two huge square cream coloured columns held the ceiling from the floor. There was a mini bar like no other, each miniscule bottle of spirit replaced with fine wines from all over the world at an inclusive room price. Michael’s gaze followed Sara as she went behind a stone wall that divided the room into two.

Removing his jacket and throwing it over a nearby bar stool he followed her into a lavishly decorated bedroom. A huge queen size bed fitted with black satin sheets jumped into view and every surface of the room held a short red candle on it. Sara began lighting them, moving her way around the room as Michael watched from the doorway, his entire body excited and scared at the same time. He folded his arms and shot a quick glance to the door over his shoulder.

“It only opens from the inside,” Sara told him lighting the last candle. His head snapped back to her as she swayed towards him, kicking off her shoes as she moved. “Unless you have the key card,” she held up her hand, the thin white object tucked between two fingers. Michael chuckled and stepped forward, closing the gap between them and capturing her mouth in a kiss. It was hot and full of passion as Michael released his tension into Sara’s mouth. His hand darted up and blindly fumbled for the card she held which he took and tossed onto the dresser beside him before backing her towards the bed.

Sara giggled against his lips as she stumbled and he caught her. Michael’s breathing increased and he groaned with disappointment when Sara turned them around and pulled from his kiss. “Ok I have to give you your surprise,” she said preoccupied with unbuttoning his vest which she yanked off of his shoulders.

“Which is?” Michael breathed huskily as her hands carefully unbuttoned his shirt and she ripped the two edges apart to marvel at his naked form beneath.

“Um…” she paused, staring at his abdomen as his breathing quickened under her touch. Her head spun and she couldn’t think straight. Michael’s body was delicious and her own tingled with unrest as she looked forward into her prom night plan. Michael took her hands from his shirt, shaking her back to reality.

“Do you want this on or off?” he grinned at her whilst pulling his shirt half over his shoulders. Sara blushed and hid her face in her hands, leaning it forward until it rested on his chest. With his arms tangled in his sleeves, Michael hugged her and laughed, the sound vibrating through Sara from his chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said through her laughter. “Take it off and I’ll go get your surprise,” she told him as she backed away from him towards a closed door. Michael kept eye contact but wrenched his arms from the white cotton sleeves and dropped his shirt to the floor with his vest. Sara disappeared behind the door with a wicked smile and Michael fell onto the edge of the bed. He pulled his feet from his shoes without unlacing them and threw them aside, his socks soon following and joining them by the doorframe of the room.

Michael had no idea why they were here in the Governor’s sweet. As he gazed around the room he doubted the Governor actually ever used this room for anything besides meetings with out of town associates. It smelt slightly musty, like it had been closed for a long time, and it was damp cold, like when someone leaves the window open in your car overnight in the winter. Michael tapped his fingertips on the edge of the mattress impatiently. “Sara,” he called to the closed door. “What’s my surprise?” he was silenced as the door swung open and Sara stepped into view.

Michael's jaw dropped when he saw her and he salivated like a rabid dog, jumping to his feet. Her hand rested above her head against the doorframe, a square blue condom packet in between her fine boned fingers. Her smooth, milky skin shone through a lacy strapless bra and underwear set she wore without shyness. He gulped down a lump that had formed in his throat as his eyes roamed her perfectly shaped body, each and every curve yet to be explored. Their eyes met again when she padded towards him his breath hitching nervously when she laid a delicate hand to his naked chest. "I'm ready," she purred seductively and Michael exploded inside, plucking her hand from his chest and pulling her closer to him. “Surprise,” she breathed as their body hit one another, the words escaping her body on hurried air.

Michael suddenly felt panicky as they stared into one another’s eyes, their bodies touching and the thin fabric of Sara’s underwear tickling his bare skin. His chest quickly rose and fell and Sara’s breasts heaved with the same action. Their lips were almost touching; their eyes pinpointed on each other’s open mouthed expressions. Michael was frozen. Sara’s words echoed in his head, sinking into every surface they touched. She was ready to give herself to him and her intense stare, her loving touch and her sultry voice told him never to question this moment as long as he lived.

Michael watched as Sara reached up behind her head and pulled a chopstick style clip from her hair letting it cascade over her bare shoulders as she gave her head a shake. She was gorgeous, everything he had ever imagined and then some, especially with the obviously planned sexy lingerie. He pushed her hair from her face and cupped her cheeks with his shaking hands, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was slow and languid, their lips parting on each peck to allow their tongues the chance to meet.

Michael’s hands left Sara’s face and trailed down her shoulders agonisingly slowly and then down her arms where they jumped to her hips. Sara’s hands found his neck and she pulled his head closer to hers, demolishing his lips with her own ravenous kisses. Michael tasted like a fine wine in her mouth, swishing his intoxicating flavour across her teeth with his muscular tongue.

Sara let out a groan as Michael sat on the bed and she followed him. He fell backwards onto the black satin sheets and Sara climbed over his body, recapturing his mouth greedily. Michael’s hands strayed down her sides, the friction between their skins leaving a tepid shadow down her body. This was it, the moment of truth. Michael clutched at her bare back as he met her tongue’s thrusts and Sara set him ablaze with her soft erotic moans and the way she squirmed on top of him.

His hands found her bra and danced around the claps, teasing Sara’s skin as they threatened to release her tender breasts. His fingers picked at the two sides of her bra and pinched them together professionally, releasing the elastic and letting the two sides fall away from each other. Sara tugged her arms from the scrap of material and discarded it to one side barely letting their bodies leave each other.

In one swift action Michael rolled them over pinning Sara to the bed. Her hair spilled out in all directions and she gripped at Michael’s shoulders wanting him closer. Michael hauled his lips from hers, panting hard as he took in her body beneath his. His rested his elbows on either side of her delicate body as his eyes fell between them to her bosom. Sara’s heartbeat was visible under her skin as it moved her entire breast with each pounding pump.

Michael hesitated for only a second before his mouth seized her hardened nipple and he began to suck on the skin gently. Sara arched her back in response, pushing her body closer to his avid attention. Her hands ran over his soft hairy scalp and held his face to her chest as his tongue flicked at the pink nub. Michael trailed a line with his tongue between her breasts as he moved across her body, taking her other nipple in his mouth.

Sara writhed beneath him, grabbing at her hair with one of her hand and pulling on the red locks gently. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung open, her lips moist from constant licking and biting. Her hand went to her mouth and she bit down on her finger, sucking on it afterwards and running the wet digit down her neck to Michael’s face.

He slumped back up her body and apprehended her lips once more, taking her hands and pushing them to the bed sheets beside her head. Sara let out an excitedly sexy giggle against Michael’s mouth as he gripped at her wrists harder, pushing his evident erection against her lace underwear. Sara had never felt so electrically charged or so wanton. She wanted Michael right now and her core ached for him.

Michael released one of her hands and pushed it down in between their bodies with his. He unbuttoned his pants and then took Sara’s hand and shoved it into his boxers with silent begging. Sara’s hand brushed his member and she stroked it slowly, twisting her wrist on each long rub to awaken his sensitive nerves. Michael thrust his hips into her hand gently and gripped at the sheets beside her head as he broke the kiss and groaned through ground teeth into her neck.

“Oh god Sara…” he whispered, his voice shaky and breaking every time her palm brushed his tip. Michael’s stomach was sucked in with a much needed breath and his hand hovered above Sara’s but Sara pulled it from his boxers at the signal. Michael smiled against her soft white skin and dragged his lips to hers again, planting a quick kiss there before he let his eyes roam her face. “Thank you,” he said through a crooked smile, the words referring to his pleasure and his relief.

“You’re welcome,” Sara told him, her eyes flickering over his hazy blue orbs. Nothing could be heard in the room and the sound proof glass kept out the harsh, uncaring world. The room was dark apart from the candles and the flames danced and jumped on the wicks, casting irregular shadows across the room. Michael lay pressed on top of Sara and he brushed a slightly damp tendril of auburn from her brow.

“We can stop at anytime,” he told her softly as he kicked his now creasing pants off his legs. “We don’t have to do this,” he told her caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. Sara’s hand stopped his and she gripped it firmly.

“I want to do this,” she said seriously and tugged off his black boxers with her tiny feet. “I want to do this with you,” she said before capturing his mouth in another fiery kiss. Michael kissed her back eagerly and yanked at her teeny French knickers with his heavy hands. Sara lifted her behind off the sheets to allow him to remove them easier and he threw them aside without heed.

Their bodies we hot and sticky as they pressed against each other and they both panted hard, their moans and hard breaths the only sound to fill the room. Michael shifted his body and moved his knee upwards to part Sara’s smooth legs. The cold air in the room attacked her hot, wet centre and she moved to follow Michael’s command and spread her legs further. Michael tore at the condom packet quickly and rolled the latex over his rock solid penis.

Sara’s breath hitched in her throat when she felt Michael position himself at her entrance, the rubbery tip pressing into her sodden folds. Michael looked directly into Sara’s eyes and washed the fear fall away when she gave him a small smile. “Are you ready?” he asked, somehow suppressing his own burning desires. Sara nodded and Michael pushed forward gently.

Sara inhaled hard as he entered her in tiny increments, studying her face with every push. It was torturous for Michael but all he cared about was Sara. He wanted her first time to be special and not something she would regret for the rest of her life. He froze when he face contorted into a wince and lolled to the side, her eyes pressed closed tightly.

“Hey,” he soothed, cupping a bent finger under her chin and bringing her gaze back to his. His body shuddered as he strained to hold his position half inside of her tight, scorching core and half outside. “Want me to stop?” he asked in a concerned tone. Sara shook her head and bit her bottom lip as she stretched to Michael’s girth.

“I’m ok,” she wept, a single tear escaping her eye. “It’s just…painful,” she told him but laid a reassuring hand to his arm. Michael wiped away her tear with his thumb and kissed her salty skin where it had fallen. He angled his hips and pushed in further, whispering bittersweet apologies against Sara’s face with every agonising movement. Finally he was inside of her to the hilt and he relaxed when he saw she had not shed any more tears.

“Still ok?” he asked, willing her eyes open again with his words. Sara’s eyes met his once more and she nodded a trembling head, her lip quivering as she held in more tears of pain. Michael gave her a smile and laced his fingers in hers. “Relax. It gets better from now on,” he promised as he withdrew from her slowly and pushed into her once more.

Sara did as she was told and her body went limp under Michael. He was right, it did feel better after a few slow thrusts and she hooked her leg over his and ran her curled toes over his hairy calves. Michael panted hard with each thrust, the tenderness and deliberate speed wreaking havoc on his own senses. Michael had always enjoyed slow sex because of the way it was that much more intimate than any other kind.

Sara’s expression changed from pain to pleasure as Michael drove into her compassionately. She let out a small sigh each time he entered her and her skin came alive when he gripped her hip with a strong hand. His mouth hovered above hers, foreheads resting against each other as they made sweet love on the luxurious bedclothes. Each time Michael entered her centre he ground his teeth together, fighting his orgasm back. He wanted to see Sara succumb first and relish in the delight on her face.

Sara’s let out soft squeals as Michael pulled her hips down onto him each time. She was tight but slick with fluid as he moved in her, each thrust brining her closer to her release. Sara felt the familiar tingle in her stomach and a build up of pressure as her muscles contracted around Michael. He watched her face as her breathing became more rapid and her mouth dropped open to gulp in air. He knew she was coming so he let himself go.

Michael’s vision blurred and he caught Sara’s mouth in a last searing kiss as he cam, his seed spilling into the tip of the condom. Sweat coated their bodies as Michael kept pushing into her throbbing core, each pull of her muscles milking his ejaculate from him. A grunt escaped his lips as he left Sara’s and rested his damp forehead to her shoulder.

Sara wrapped her arms around him, stroking the soft hair down his neck, as they lay, spent and content with Michael still inside of her. Neither wanted the other to pull away and if they could of laid like it forever, they would have. Eventually Michael slipped from her still dripping centre and crawled up beside her. Sara had never felt so whole and she pressed herself against Michael for another kiss.

“You’re so amazing,” he told her as he laid a hand across her flat stomach. Sara rested her hand of his and studied them as he interlocked their fingers tightly. “I love you,” he breathed, afraid of her reaction. Sara’s head snapped to his as he said the words she had been longing to hear for so long.

“I love you too,” she breathed and all the heartache they had suffered melted away, absorbed by the love they felt for each other. They had experienced life and what it meant to be in love. Michael had loved her from the moment he saw her and nearly lost everything because of his own stupidity and her now irrelevant lie. Sara had given him a part of herself that no one else could ever touch. He was her first lover and her soul mate.