Lizzie

"You know my folks will be waiting up."

"Sure, of course. Their little girl has just had her first big event and they'll want to know all about it. We don't have to do this tonight, Lizzie. As much as I want to. I just still can't believe we've been wasting so much time when we could have been dating already." The taxi turns and crawls along the driveway to my house.

"They won't mind you coming up; besides, we don't have school tomorrow in any case. And, we're just about done. Summer holiday finally. I am so excited."

"Aren't you still going away with your folks?" I can see Brandon furrowing his brows. Shit. We're supposed to be going to Texas only now; I don't want to spend a single moment away from him. It's like I've only just found him.

"Bummer. Let's figure something out. Maybe you could come. I'm not even sure I want to tell them that, you know, we've..." I trail off because I'm still not a hundred per cent sure what this is that we're doing. I mean, are we officially dating or just hooking up? But he did tell me he feels the same way.

The lights are on in my house, and I know they'll be excited to hear about prom. I get out of the taxi, and Brandon pays the driver, then comes round and tucks his arm around me and pulls me in. "Don't kiss me, they may be looking out of the windows."

He chuckles. "You are eighteen, Lizzie. I am sure they'll be fine with that."

"Yeah, but it'll make it awkward." I squeeze his hand, wanting more but not right now. Let's get this over and done with I am thinking so I can be alone with him in my room. Thank god I didn't drink too much.

"Honey, you're back early," Mum says; she's dressed in her Juicy Couture lounge pants, shocking pink, but she can carry it off with her neat, trim figure. Her hair is in a messy bun on her head, and her glasses are perched on her head. She looks adorable. I can't wait to get out of my dress and into my pajamas, as beautiful as I feel in this slinky number, I am much more a comfie kind of girl.

"We had a great time, Mom. The gym was beautiful with all the twinkling fairy lights, and no, I didn't drink. Well, except a couple of shots of vodka, but not a lot." She made a frowning face. I expected that, but hell, I'm not going to lie to her. I am pretty sure my mother wasn't exactly an angel at my age either.

"I'm so pleased you both had a good time. As for the drinking, I can turn a blind eye since you don't look like you've been drinking. If you keep it sensible, it doesn't become an issue." For some reason, she looks at Brandon. Oh yeah, that's because he has been known to go home way too drunk, and his father has, on more than one occasion, had to deal with him.

"Can I tell you all about it tomorrow? We just want to go upstairs and hang."

"Absolutely, you can. Did you take lots of pictures?" Her smile is enigmatic, and her eyes are dancing. I've seen all my mom's prom pictures with Dad, and they were such a beautiful couple. It takes your breath away to see Mom in her slinky, silver dress to the floor and her hair piled up in curls. They were crowned, and I can see why.

"Of course. I'll show you tomorrow, and you can choose one for the wall." We have a wall where Mom likes to hang pictures of big events in our lives. There'll be one for when I graduate, get engaged, get married and have my first kid, no doubt. That all seems a bit too adult to me right now; I've got plenty of time.

"Brandon, you can stay with Lizzie until midnight; in fact, your curfew is now that time. You're grown up now, Lizzie, and we need to start giving you more leeway."

"Mom, thanks. That's awesome." I push Brandon so he knows to go up the sweeping staircase; I, for one, don't want to wait a second longer until his lips are on mine and those strong, long fingers of his are stroking my clit. I'm full of desire for his sexy body to be over mine and groaning as he brings me to orgasm. I'm wondering if it will be better than when I get myself off.

Practically running up the stairs, he gets to my door first and pushes it easily open. I dash in behind him. Brandon kicks the door closed with his right foot and grabs my hips with both his hands. "Is this what you want, Lizziey-Baby?" He asks as he crushes his lips on mine, exploring wildly as I respond by bucking my hips into his groin.

Damn, I can already feel how hard he is. His dick is rock-solid. Not entirely sure what to do since this is my first time, I instinctively rub my hand up and down him through his pants. Brandon groans, " Boy, is that sexy. It's deep and throaty.

The pressure from his fingers on my hips drives me insane, and I push my tits against his chest. My nipples are begging for attention. "Lock the door," I say breathlessly.

He does as he is told. "God, I want you so badly, Lizzie." He whispers in my ear. I can still smell the punch on him; it's fruity, with mangoes and oranges. I bite on his lower lip and roll my hips against his dick.

Brandon puts one hand at the back of my head and forces me closer into him. "What do you want, baby? Tell me."

"I want you. I want you to fuck me, Brandon."

"Are you a good girl, baby." Oh wow, he's into dirty talk. Jeez-us he's making me soak my panties so bad, my clit is aching for him to touch it, like so badly.

"For you, Brandon yes. I'll always be your good girl. Please, Brandon. Do something my clit is swollen, I want you."

"Slowly, baby. We can't go all the way tonight."

"Why the fuck not?" Is he shitting me. I want him tonight, now, instantly. I don't want to have to wait to feel him inside me and bring me to orgasm.

"I don't have anything with me."

"Why the hell not?"

"I wasn't expecting to get laid tonight, Lizzie. Taking you to prom meant I was going to be with you all night, not trying to get a hookup and ditch you and since I didn't know about you crushing on me too, well." He rakes his hands through his hair. I am panting; it's friggin insane. My heart is racing like a speeding train, and I know my face is flushed.

Brandon cups my face between his hands. "Damn girl, you look so beautiful, you're literally taking my breath away." I smile and bite my lower lip.

"We can do other things, baby. I don't want to rush your first time. It's a big deal to both of us, and I want it to be perfect for you. I want us to have the night so I can spend my time with you and you have the best experience you've ever imagined. I want to blow your mind." He's making me swoon; that's what he's doing. My legs almost buckle.

"Show me then, Brandon. Show me what you're gonna do to me instead." I breathe and run my left hand up and down his shaft in his pants.