The weeks after prom were almost surreal to me. They were just so... so normal.
We still had a few weeks of class left, but the teachers had long since given up on teaching us anything. We spent most of the few classes we still showed up to watching bad movies and old cartoons, or we did whatever we wanted. It's just was well.
I wasn't learning anything in class anyway. I was way too into Elizabeth.
With prom behind us, it was like all the pressure was off. I knew it was only a temporary break from the pressure, with the specter of college looming ahead, but it was so easy to pretend otherwise. There were no preparations to worry about. No limos to rent, no tuxes to get fitted, no heart pounding confessions. There was only me and the girl I loved.
There wasn't a day we didn't spend together. During class we played footsie. She visited me at my crappy after-work job, and I returned the favor. We didn't even have sex every time we saw each other. Most of the time, we were just content to spend time in each other's company.
... But we did fuck most of the time. Like rabbits. We had held ourselves back from each other for so long that there was no stopping us. It was like we were both on fire, and only the other's touch could put us out. Anywhere and everywhere we could get away with it, we were on each other, and in several places we couldn't.
I had a hard time meeting Elizabeth's parent's eyes for weeks.
Elizabeth and I were so consumed with each other that we barely saw any of the others. It's not like they were any different. Stephanie and Simon were right there with us, and Rachel and Talia had been at this stage for months. Even Corrine started dating Jake, and seemed to have made it her mission to rock his world each and every day. Only Amy was left out of the relationship fun.
I didn't think anything of it, honestly. Amy had always been the free-spirt, the one who would sooner **** a man then settle down with him. So it was a huge shock when she showed up at my house late one afternoon.
It was just me and Elizabeth there. My mom and dad had gone out for a date night of their own, leaving us the house. We had just begun heating up (we still had to break in the couch after all!) when she banged on the door like that hockey mask killer was after her. It snapped us right out of the moment, and I sprinted to the door without even buckling my pants.
"Huh? Amy?" was all I managed to get out before she pushed me inside.
I closed the door behind her. Elizabeth was frantically trying to fix her bra, but stopped when she saw who it was. A look of concern grew on her beautiful face. "Amy?" she asked. "What's going on? What's wrong?"
Instead of answering, Amy began to pace back and forth in front of the TV. I watched her from the doorway, still too dazed by my sudden blueballs to even consider moving.
I had never seen Amy like this. Even in the middle of a workout, soaked in sweat and smelling like a gym shoe, she had always looked composed. Even when I was pinning her up against a wall or when she was getting hammered through the bed Amy was the one in control. But not now. Now her red hair looked frazzled, her fingers were twitching, and I swore I could hear her teeth grinding.
Again, Elizabeth asked. "What's wrong?"
This time the question seemed to penetrate whatever was going on in Amy's mind. She froze in place. It didn't look like she was even breathing. Finally, she slowly turned to face the two of us.
"I am so fucking horny I'm about to explode!" she snarled.
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