He thinks about it but follows the note

He reads the note twice.

He does not move immediately. He stands at the edge of the dance floor, Janice beside him, the music loud around them, turning the folded note over in his fingers. He thinks about a Sunday afternoon and a kitchen with no dry towels and a conversation on a couch that ended with a dryer humming and neither of them saying what they were both thinking.

He tucks the note back in his pocket and leans close to Janice.

Miles: getting some air. Back in a few.

Janice: She squeezes his hand once without looking up. don't disappear on me.

Miles: never.

He slips off the floor and moves through the crowd toward the stairs, taking them steadily, the music fading below him floor by floor. The third floor hallway is empty and quiet, the lighting low, the distant pulse of the bass the only sound up here.

He finds the corner restroom. Pushes the door open.

Maya is standing by the window at the far end, her green dress catching the faint light from outside. She turns when she hears the door and for a moment neither of them says anything.

She looks different from the Sunday afternoon version of her. Her hair is done, her makeup deliberate, everything about her elevated for the night. But her expression is the same one she had on that couch. Unguarded. Uncertain in a way she does not usually allow.

Miles: you dropped the note?

She exhales a small laugh.

Maya: I did.

Miles: I thought what happened between us was a one time thing.

Maya: Well, it never was a one time thing, I did cum more than once that afternoon.

She winks.

A beat.

He kisses her. She kisses him back immediately, both hands going to his chest, and whatever restraint either of them arrived with dissolves in about four seconds. He walks her back toward the counter, his hands at her waist, her fingers working his tie loose with surprising efficiency.

Maya: Janice doesn't know what she's missing.

Miles: Who knows maybe we can tell her together later.

Maya breaks the kiss and gets down on her knees taking his cock out. She holds his gaze as she sinks to her knees, reaching up to undo his belt with both hands. He leans back against the counter and watches her work, one hand finding her hair.

She takes him in her mouth without further preamble, one hand braced on his thigh, working him with a focused unhurried attention that makes it very difficult to think about anything else. He keeps his hand in her hair and does not rush her. The distant pulse of music from two floors below fills the silence between them.

After several minutes she stands, turns around, and plants both hands on the counter. She finds his eyes in the mirror.

Maya: we don't have long.

He pulls her dress up slowly, his hands running up the backs of her thighs. She watches him in the mirror, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He moves her underwear aside and pushes inside her slowly, both of them going still at the contact.

He pushes his cock in her already wet pussy. She gasps feeling his cock stretch her pussy again

Maya: Oh god.

He starts moving, his hands gripping her hips, finding a steady rhythm. She arches into it, dropping her head forward then lifting it back up to find his eyes in the mirror again. There is something about the eye contact she cannot seem to let go of, holding his gaze in the reflection like she is trying to commit something to memory.

He picks up the pace and she takes it well, one hand gripping the counter and the other pressing flat against the mirror, her breath coming in short bursts that she makes no real effort to contain. The restroom is small and the mirror shows everything and neither of them looks away.

She comes with her head dropped back against his shoulder, shaking slightly, his name somewhere in the sound she makes.

Maya: Oh fuckkkk fuckkk...

He continues pounding her maintaining his speed.

Maya : Are you close?

Miles: Not even.

Maya: We don't have the entire afternoon this time. You know, put it in my ass.

Miles: What?

Maya: Put it in my ass, trust me you won't last long.

Miles smirks: Okay.

He slowly pushes his cock in her ass as he feels his cock being gripped tight by her ass. Every inch deeper feels like a tight grip on his cock.

Maya gasps in pain and pleasure. Miles slowly increases his speed. This was the first time he felt was fucking an ass but Maya even though she seemed like she had done this before was moaning in pain.

Miles increases his speed as he could start feeling his orgasm building up. Maya could feel her own orgasm build up and she felt Miles's cock deeper and deeper in her ass.

Miles : I am cumming oh fuckkk..

Miles pulls his cock out just in time and jerks it off to unload his cum over her ass.

They stay still for a moment. The dryer is not humming this time. Just the faint pulse of music from below and both of them catching their breath.

Maya straightens up slowly and pulls her dress back down, checking her reflection with steady hands. He puts himself back together and watches her.

Maya: You didn't need to pull out. You could have just cum in my ass you know.

Miles chuckles : **** of habit I guess.

Maya: Well, hopefully you don't have to wait too long to shoot your cum inside my ass.

She said as she gave him a quick kiss and left.

He slips out into the hallway and takes the stairs back down two at a time, the music getting louder with each floor until he pushes through the door and the full weight of the room hits him again.

He finds Janice on the edge of the floor exactly where he left her. She looks up when she sees him, something in her expression relaxing slightly.

Janice: there you are. She takes his arm. I was starting to wonder.

Miles: told you I'd be back.

She leans into him slightly and he puts his arm around her and they stand together as the music fades and the DJ's voice fills the room.

DJ: alright seniors. This is the moment you have all been waiting for. Can everyone please gather around. It is time to announce your prom king and queen.