So... Prom?

Sliding up next to Emma, I casually put my arm around her shoulder. She naturally pressed against me, leaning into my half-embrace as I felt her arm against my lower back. I enjoyed the moment as we watched the guys compete.

“So,” I said, drawing out the word. “About prom…”

“What about prom?” There was a hardness to her voice as the mood shifted. Yeah. She was pissed.

I took a deep breath. “Really sorry I didn’t ask sooner. I kinda forgot—” Shit. Should not have said that.

“Forgot?”

“In my defense, I never expected to be in a position where prom was a possibility or even something I would want to go to.” The glare she gave me could melt metal. “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. Not to mention, isn’t asking unnecessary? Who else would you be going to prom with?”

“Ryan,” she answered immediately. It was so fast, it took me by surprise.

“Wait. You serious?”

She shrugged. “If you didn’t have any interest…”

“I do. You know I do.”

Her arms crossed, she turned her attention to the others. “You didn’t even put any effort into asking.”

Moving behind her, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. “You mean embarrass myself doing something poorly thought out and corny?”

“Yeah,” she pouted.

“I think I have the poorly thought-out bit done,” I said, feeling some of the tension in my body fading. It seemed most of her anger had dissipated and she was just feeling grumpy now. Leaning in, I rested my chin against her shoulder. “So, what do you say? Want to be my prom date? I promise a night of fun, dancing… maybe something special at the end.”

“Something special?”

My arms tightened around her as I gave her a gentle squeeze. Her neck was unusually appetizing at the moment as I kissed it. Unable to satisfy myself with just one, I gave her another. And another. She had tilted her head to one side in silent encouragement, giving me access. As I took in her wonderful scent and kissed her neck, I felt my worries drift away. Emma was right. I was thinking too much about this shit. I wanted her. She wanted me. All this stuff with her and other guys was just extra fun.

“Something, something, night full of debauchery.”

Turning her head, she looked at me. “Promise?” I nodded. “Well, when you put it that way… how could I refuse?” I snuggled into her neck again. “Isaac?”

“Hm?”

Her hands rested atop mine. From the silence that followed, it seemed like she was hesitating over something. “Never mind.”

“What?”

Tilting her head again, she offered me access to her neck. “Other side,” she whispered. I knew it wasn’t what she had on her mind, but I was more than willing to accept what was offered.

“With pleasure.”

Emma and I continued our private moment as the competition kicked off. Neither one of us paid much attention, lost in our little world. It got a bit farther than I expected when she took my hand and placed it on her chest. The noise from the others seemed distant as I focused on kissing and teasing her neck while lightly massaging her breast. My other hand went lower, running over the fabric covering her stomach. Making a play at the spot between her legs, I was stopped by a single word.

“No.”

It stung a bit being denied, but I was happy enough with what I had. I switched my hand to her other breast to keep my other hand free to wander over her and keep her held against me.

No idea how long our moment lasted, but the competition was finishing up when she pulled away from me. I could have continued like that for hours, but it seemed my time was up. Turning to face me, she pushed herself against me and gave me a soft peck on the lips. I expected something more substantial, yet that was all I got.

“That was… nice,” she said with an almost breathless quality to her voice. After I kissed her forehead, she turned around and settled back against me. I naturally wrapped my arms around her and together we watched the guys pick their girls. Mike ended up not getting to pick. His luck had finally run out, placing him dead last.

As if getting two girls was a punishment. It was actually surprising guys weren’t fighting for last place considering the prize.

I watched my best friend fluster and squirm under the attention of the two girls. Sarah had somehow managed to not get picked by the others, and the second one was Maddie—a brunette with a killer figure who was a bit on the quiet side. Didn’t know much about her other than she rarely got picked, often having to share with another girl. That was a bit odd considering she was no less attractive than any other girl.

Seeing the three talk, I found the question pop into my head escaping before I realized it. “You ever have a threesome?”

I felt her tense against me before relaxing. “No,” she answered. “And before you ask, the answer is ‘no.’ Even if I was involved, I’m not sharing you.”

“Not asking,” I said defensively. “Seeing Mike just made me wonder what happened when you were paired with another girl.”

At the mention of my friend’s name, she looked over at him talking to Sarah and Maddie. “Oh.”

“So you haven’t?”

She shook her head. “Not interested in other girls. When I’m paired with another girl, we usually just take turns if the guy is insistent on having us together. When the other girl is having her turn, I usually just sit on the bed and play on my phone.”

“What about guys?” She didn’t answer right away. “Emma?”

“I’ve been offered.”

“But?”

My mind was already imagining her sandwiched between two guys. The expression she had as both worked to pleasure her…

Focus, Isaac.

She sighed. “Seems like too much work, so I turned them down.” She glanced back at me with a firm expression. “And before you get any ideas, why don’t we have some experience together before inviting more people.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I count two hands in front of me, so if you suddenly have a third hand I don’t know about to poke at me…”

I cleared my throat and tried to shift the conversation away. “Speaking of that, any reason why Maddie always gets passed over?”

“Huh?”

“It just seemed like no one ever picks her. I feel kinda bad for her.”

“Oh, that’s because she’s bi and has a thing for threesomes.” She had a big smile as she glanced back at me. “Mike isn’t going to get much sleep tonight with the two of them. Poor guy got paired with the two girls with the highest sex drives of anyone.”

“Yeah. Poor guy,” I said, deadpan.

“Jealous?”

“A little.” Silence followed as she stared. “Come on. It’s like… every guy's fantasy to have a threesome with two hot chicks.” Still nothing. “What? I’m not even allowed to fantasize about that?”

“I was just…Trying to picture me sharing you with another girl.” Her head was shaking before she even finished. “Can’t see it. Sorry. Me being with a girl is bad enough, but her being with you?” She shuddered. “Absolutely not. No way.”

Giving her a little squeeze, I leaned my head forward to put my mouth near her ear as I whispered. “But me sharing you with another guy…?”

“Like. I. Said.” Her voice was firm as she reached back to pat my cheek. “Why don’t we focus on you losing your damn virginity before we start anything crazy?” She huffed as I placed a kiss on her neck again. “You are such a perv.”

“You like that.”

“I do,” she giggled. “Hey, Mike! Congrats on winning,” she said happily as we were interrupted.

He looked confused. “I lost…”

Emma looked smug. “Did you though? Certainly doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing.” He blushed. “Make sure you buy lots of condoms on the way home. You know how Sarah can be, and Maddie isn’t much different in terms of appetite.”

He gave me a pleading look. “Don’t look at me,” I said with a laugh. “You’re about to live the dream, man! I hate you right now.”

Rubbing the back of his head, he looked uncomfortable. “God, I can’t believe…” He sighed. “Can you do me a solid? None of us have a free house and I don’t want to bum cash from them for a hotel room—”

“I got you,” I said, releasing Emma so I could grab my wallet.

He visibly tensed. “I hate that I’m asking but it’s my parent's card and only for emergencies and I can’t really explain why I’m—”

“Dude, don’t worry about it,” I said as I pulled out two hundred and handed it over. “Enjoy yourself. Though you do know you’ll have to tell me about it.” That got an angry elbow to the gut as Emma puffed out her cheeks. “What?”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And if your parents call for you, I’ll just tell them you’re having raunchy sex with two sexy ladies you barely know.”

He gave me the finger. “What, are we in eighth grade again? I have a cell phone.”

“Yet I’m sure you’re going to tell them you crashed at my place when they ask where you were.”

“Uh, duh.”

Careful not to hit Emma, I made a show of kicking at his leg. “Get out of here, asshole.” He laughed as he headed away. “Have fun!” I called out after him.

“He’s changed,” Emma said, eyes following him as he walked away.

“Yeah. I think it’s a good thing. He’s much more…” I thought for a moment. “Comfortable with himself.”

“Having eight ‘sexy ladies’ wanting to drag him to bed and have their way with him might have something to do with that.”

“I’m sure that helps,” I said with a chuckle. My smile vanished. “Wait. Eight?”

There was a thin wisp of a smile as she glanced over her shoulder at me. “Hmm?” she said with an innocent bat of her eyes.

“You said eight sexy ladies.”

“Did I?”

“You absolutely did.” My eyes narrowed. “Only way to get eight is if you include yourself.”

“Perhaps you misheard.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Smiling, she faced me. “Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. The only one I’m going to be dragging off to bed is a certain **** someone…”

“Soon,” I promised.

Her smile faded as she took on a more serious mood. “No pressure.”

I noticed her gaze was still on me. “What now?”

“I just realized you gave Mike two hundred without blinking.” Her eyes went down to where my wallet was. “How much cash do you carry around?”

Was not expecting that question. “Uh, three or four hundred? Usually I don’t have hundreds though, but that was all Dad gave me.” She gaped at me. “What?”

“You seriously carry around that much money?”

“Yes? Doesn’t everyone carry around money?”

“You know, I never bothered to ask since it doesn’t matter… but now I’m curious. How much money does your family have?”

I shifted uncomfortably. “A bit.”

She frowned and I looked around nervously. Leaning forward, I cupped my hands over my mouth and pressed them to her ear and whispered a number. Jerking back from me, her eyes were huge.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Please don’t make this a big deal. Remember, it’s my parent’s money, not mine.”

“I…I get that. Uh. Wow. Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Well, certainly explains your dad’s vibe.”

“He’s warming up to you.”

“I hope so…”

“Come on. Let’s go mingle before everyone takes off for the night.” Nodding, I rested my hand against her back as we joined the others.