by Whitney D.
“On what!?”
“On if you ask me formally. This will be my first prom, you'd better make it special, Sebastian Holt...” I teased him.
“Baby, please... do the honor of going with me to my senior prom? All of the guys will be jealous because the prettiest girl there will be on my arm.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I busted out in laughter.
“So is that a yes?”
“Yes. Yes to prom and yes to....”
“Yes to what?”
“I want to have sex,” my hand flew up to cover my mouth, mortified by my terribly soured attempt at telling him what had been on my mind for some time.
“Now?!”
He peeled me from him, propping himself up on his elbows and cocking his head to the right.
I didn't say anything right away, but I felt a huge weight on my chest as panic set in. Maybe that was not the way I should've told him I wanted him to take my virginity. Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. My heart raced and my stomach turned upside down...
“Sebastian....” I paused.
He smiled then the light from the moon reflected in his eyes and they looked as if they were glowing. The moment was perfect and I was ready. I had been ready.
“No, but I thought we could do it after prom? The night will be special because of the dance and I thought maybe-- Everyone will go up to their room after prom, and....”
It felt a little weird, planning a time to have sex, but this wasn't just any sex, it was the sex - my first time – the most important sexual experience I would ever have.
“You're right. It will be a very special night. I just want to make sure you're certain that you're ready. I would wait forever, Em. You know that, right?”
“Babe... stop. I'm ready. I'm not changing my mind. I've wanted to do it for a long time, but I want it to be magical. I want to do it. I want you to make love to me after prom.”
He laid back down, positioning his right arm under his head as a makeshift pillow, and pulling me back to lay against his chest. Sebastian wrapped his free arm around me and pulled me into him tightly. Placing a tiny kiss on the top of my head, he whispered against my hair, “Emery, I love you. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.”
A permanent silly smile made a presence on my face and for the rest of the night, it was hard to contain my excitement.
By eleven, we had nearly been eaten alive by mosquitoes and Sebastian said he'd better get me home before my dad came looking for me. My dad wasn't crazy like that, in fact I highly doubted he would ever come looking for me, but nevertheless, Sebastian tried as hard as he could to obey my parent's rules.
Sebastian's hand stayed planted against my thigh the entire ride back to my place. Over and over again in my head, I imagined what it would be like on prom night. Sebastian dropped me off at home and after kissing me 'one last time' about twenty times, I went inside and straight back to my room.
Yanking my phone from my pocket, I texted Sophie.
Me: Hey, you up still?
Sophie had lost her virginity about six weeks back. It was with a guy who was no one special and I was certain from the moment she told me about it that she'd regret the fact she just gave it away for the rest of her life.
Since Sebastian and I had started dating, I saw Sophie less and less and honestly, I was certain she had grown a bit jealous of the relationship Sebastian and I had. I tried to ignore it, but our relationship had become some what strained.
Since giving up her virginity at a house party one night when I was out with Sebastian, she had done nothing but become the epitome of a slut. She'd slept with half the guys on the football team and everyone at school was talking about her. She never seemed to let it bother her and strangely enough, she seemed to have no conscience when it came to letting any guy that wanted to stick his dick in her, to do just that. I was surprised by her actions, to say the least.
Sophie kept telling me that she had already lost it, so what did it matter that she was sleeping with lots of guys. I bit back telling her that it was her business, but warning her that she was increasing her likelihood of getting an STD or worse, getting pregnant. She got mad at me when I told her that two weeks prior and we hadn't really spoken much since then.
Sophie: Yep.
Me: Can we talk?
Sophie: About what?
Me:.....
Me: Sex.
Sophie: If you're going to lecture me again, no.
Me: Not about you. About me and Sebastian.
Sophie: OMG did you let him bone you?
Me: No. Not yet. But we're going to do it soon. I need to talk to you. Can you come over tomorrow?
Sophie: Okay. I have to work at 1, but I can come over before lunch.
Me: Okay. I'll be here.
Plugging my phone into the charger next to my bed, I settled in, trying to find a bit of sleep. However, my brain wouldn't turn off and all night I kept thinking about having sex with Sebastian. Would it hurt? Would I like it? Would he like it? Then the thought of his sexual experience and the lack of mine had me tossing and turning in frustration.
Prom was only four weeks away and it would be a night of many firsts for me. I was ready and eager. Only juniors and seniors got to go to prom unless a ninth or tenth grader was invited by an upperclassman. I was excited to dress up and dance the night away with Sebastian, but would it be everything I hoped it would be?
By 8:00, I gave up trying to sleep and went to the kitchen where my Dad was already cooking up a delicious meal of bacon and chocolate chip pancakes.
“You're up early. Didn't hear you come in last night.”
“I couldn't sleep.”
“Why? What's on your mind?”
My eyes grew big and I looked away, “Nothing, just... Sebastian asked me to prom.”
“He did? That's great, honey. I think your mom is off tomorrow, maybe she can take you to get a dress?”
“I'd love that.”
“So when is the special day?”
Special alright, but not entirely because of the dance, I thought.
“April twenty-third. Four days after my birthday!”
“That's great, baby. I bet you'll have a great time.”
“Yeah, Daddy... I was going to ask - all of the other kids are getting a room at the Hilton after the dance. You know.... because the dance is out of town. Would it be okay if I stayed over?”
He refocused his eyes, looking at me like I was absolutely insane.
Please don't say no, it would ruin every thing, I thought.
“And Sebastian? Where will he stay?”
“With me.”
My dad grabbed his gut as he began to laugh hysterically.
“No way, Em. You think I'm going to let you be alone, with a boy, in a room with a bed.... for an entire night by yourself? No. End of discussion.”
“But Daddy.... please! All of the other kids are...”
“Doing it? Is that what you were going to say?”
“No....”
“Yes, that's exactly right. All of the other kids are doing it. But not you. I was not born yesterday; the answer is no.”
I knew he was referring to sex, but I didn't know what else I could say to plead my case. I almost began to beg, but then my mom came into the kitchen, “Oh Robert, stop.... yes you can stay Emery.”
She gave my dad a vicious stare and he simply said, “Whatever.”
Squealing in excitement, I tossed my arms around my mom, “Thank you!”
She let me hug her for a second, but when I pulled away, she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Don't make me regret it, Emery. You know what I mean.”
Yes, I knew what she meant. Lying to my parents was something I rarely did, but they would never find out anyway. In their opinion, I was their sweet little girl who never did anything wrong, so I was certain this would be no different, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
6
The next three weeks flew by and before I knew it, my birthday had arrived. The weeken
d before, my mom had brought me to pick out a dress for prom. The one I picked was a beautiful shade of emerald green and the main reason I picked it was because the particular shade was reminiscent of the color of Sebastian's eyes. The dress was a huge chunk of change, ringing up at over three hundred dollars. Mom told me if I ever told my dad how much she'd paid for the dress, she would personally make sure I never went to another prom again.
Laughing, I agreed that I would never mention the price to anyone, especially him. She even went as far as to tell my dad we got the dress at consignment instead of the boutique in town where all of the girls were known for picking their pricey gowns.
Sebastian had called the day before telling me that everything was set for our night alone at the Hilton and that he couldn't wait to make love to me. The past few weeks had gone by in the blink of an eye that I hadn't really had much time to be nervous, yet now that we were just a few short days away, I frankly had started to freak out a bit.
Sophie and I had made up the day she came over. After we hugged it out, she basically coached me the best she could considering she had only recently become a member of the non-virgin club. She went on and on about how the first time would more than likely suck because my body wasn't technically used to it, but she told me to act like I liked it anyway because I would ruin it for Sebastian if I didn't. I agreed, knowing that liking it the first time was not typical.
The morning of my birthday, Sebastian came over to pick me up for school, as usual. He stood, waiting on the front steps as I chugged down the rest of my OJ. Grabbing my backpack from its resting spot on the kitchen table, I shouted a quick goodbye to my dad who was upstairs getting ready for his day before making my way outside to meet Sebastian.
“Happy birthday, beautiful!” his smile gleamed as he held out his hand, offering me a tiny blue velvet box.
My arms embraced him in a firm hug. As I began to pull away, I leaned in and brushed my lips against the stubble on his jaw before pressing my lips gently to his.
“Thank you, babe.”
Snatching the box from his grasp, I shook it and looked it over suspiciously.
“What is it?”
“Well if I told you, it would ruin the surprise.”
I smirked.
“Go ahead, open it.”
Pushing up on the top, the box popped open to reveal a dainty silver band with a single line of tiny clear stones that ran the length of the entire band.
My eyes may have popped out of my head as I took in the sight of it.
“Babe, are those....”
“Diamonds? Yes.”
One happy tear rolled down my cheek before I glanced up at Sebastian, “It's the most beautiful ring ever. I love you!”
“It's not much, but it was all I could afford.”
“It's absolutely perfect.”
I tore my new ring from it's home nestled between the cushions in the box, and slipped it on my ring finger. To my surprise it was a perfect fit and each tiny stone sparkled as they caught the light from the sun.
“I love it! Thank you.”
“I'm going to buy you a nicer one, someday...” his sentence was left open-ended and I wasn't certain, but was he implying we would be engaged at some point?
The thought was ridiculous. I was sixteen, he was almost eighteen. I wouldn't be ready to be engaged until after college which would be another six years or so. At that moment, I tried as hard as I could not to question it, but would Sebastian and I still be together?
Of course we would. It was ludicrous to think otherwise.
My birthday came and went. The day before the dance, I had scheduled a time to go up to the DMV to get my driver's license, but ended up canceling last minute because my nerves were abuzz due to the excitement of the following night. Ultimately, I decided I would get my license the following week instead.
Late Saturday morning, my mom took me to the salon to get my hair done for the dance. The stylist curled my hair and pinned it up. When she was done nearly two hours later, I was shocked at how beautiful I looked.
Peeking at my watch on the way out, I noticed it was nearly two and I hurried my mom to the car, knowing I would need at least two hours to get ready. Sebastian said he would pick me up at 4:30 because the dance was in a larger town about an hour away. He had made reservations for us at a steak house near the venue and the reservation was at six. My mom was bound and determined to want to take a million staged photos of us before we could leave, so when we got home, I went straight to my room to get ready.
Doing my makeup much heavier than usual, once again I lined my eyes with a black liner, coated my lashes with several coats of black mascara, a bit of foundation, blush, and a pink gloss along my lips and I was ready to go.
I fancied a nice pair of high heels, but because Sebastian was a bit shorter, I went with a pair of silver ballet flats that were hidden beneath my long dress anyways. Looking myself over in the full length mirror that sat propped against a wall near my bedroom door, I smoothed my dress over the bodice. I looked hot. The gown was form fitting through the body, flaring out a bit at the thigh, but showing an ample amount of cleavage as the neck line ended in a low cut V. My breasts were a hefty size 36 C and even though my dad had scowled a bit when I tried the dress on for him after I bought it, my mom told me I looked like a beautiful young woman.
After getting ready, I tossed a few things in an overnight bag... leggings, a t-shirt, panties, and a few toiletries. The last thing I grabbed were my beat up pair of classic Chucks. I assumed the following morning, we would just come back to town. We hadn't really discussed plans after tonight.
Moments later, the doorbell rang and my dad answered the door. I sat in my room patiently waiting for them to tell me he was here. I listened to them chatter about the night and to be safe, you know the usual dad-talk. Then, I heard him quietly mumble to Sebastian that he'd better not lay a hand on me.
I was totally mortified... embarrassed really. He had no reason to treat Sebastian that way and just as soon as the words left his mouth, I immediately grabbed my bag to make my way out to them, stopping any further unnecessary discussions about the evening ahead.
Entering the foyer, Sebastian glanced over at me mid-sentence, his smoldering green irises locking onto mine and his face void color.
“Babe, are you alright?”
With a quick shake of his head, he finally spoke, “Wow Emery, you look stunning. I... I'm at a complete loss of words right now. You look like an angel, glowing... so beautiful. My angel.”
Sebastian was typically pretty laid back when it came to his attire. Neither of us really dressed up, even for actual dates we went on. I had never seen him in a suit, but looking down at his shiny polished black dress shoes, my eyes traveled up, lingering briefly on the material of his pants as they clung to his muscular legs. The black lapels of his tuxedo were molded perfectly against his broad chest. By the time, my eyes found his, he pursed his lips and gave me a quick wink - silently telling me that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Thank you. You look very handsome too.”
A long awkward silence filled the air as we both started at each other in complete awe.
“Here you go baby,” my mom's words jolted me, as she entered the room carrying the tiny plastic container that held the white rose boutonniere that we had picked up for Sebastian earlier that day.
“Oh yes, and this one is for you.”
Sebastian popped open his own container revealing a beautiful corsage made of tiny white roses, babies breath, and a few tiny crystal accompaniments.
When he slipped the corsage over my right hand, his fingers grazed the delicate skin of my wrist as he positioned it just perfectly.
I pricked my finger with the needle that was meant to adhere his boutonniere, as I struggled to pin it to his lapel.
“Ow.”
Placing my finger in my mouth, I sucked a drop of blood from the tip and Sebastian's eyes narrowed in response.
“Honey...”
“Mom, please. Just a few quick ones.”
Rolling her eyes at me she forfeited, “Fine, let's take them outside.”
She exited through the front door and Sebastian, guided me after her, placing his hand in the small of my back. Without my parent's taking notice, Sebastian brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “What I really wanted to say is that you look fucking hot as hell. I won't be able to take my eyes off of you tonight. Everyone will be looking. Everyone will be jealous. Everyone will want you.”
Swallowing a lump in my throat that had formed as a result of his insinuations, I hurried to a spot in the garden where my mom proceeded to take about a hundred posed photos of us in ten minutes flat.
When we were done with our photo session, I handed my overnight bag to Sebastian and he wandered back to his car, tossing it in the backseat.
“Emery.....” my mom's tone suggesting one final time for me to not make her regret the decision of allowing me to sleep in a hotel room with Sebastian.
“Mom.”
“Behave yourself this evening. I love you. Have a good time.”
Taking the sheer material of my dress in my fist, I lifted the hem of the skirt just a bit in an effort not to trip as I hurried to Sebastian who was already waiting for me in the car.
After I hopped into the passenger seat, I buckled my seat belt and gave my mom and dad once last quick look before Sebastian pulled out of the driveway.
We drove west out of town. An hour later, Sebastian parked the car in a lot across the street from the steak house. Dinner was a blur. I ordered a filet mignon, with a side of steamed broccoli, and a glass of ice water. I picked at my food, wanting to eat, but my stomach turning upside down with each thought I had about having sex with Sebastian in just a few short hours. Twenty minutes into our meal, Sebastian finally asked me what was wrong.