It was basketball homecoming and Jolie was very excited. Davaun had asked her to the dance and it was the first time she had a date for homecoming. She had never been asked to the dance before and that Davaun had asked her was very flattering. He was one of the best players on the team and all her girlfriends were jealous. Jolie really hadn't expected it. She knew boys thought she was hot. She was about five eight and she weighed one twenty, a lot of that weight was in breasts she thought were too big. Davaun obviously didn't think so. His eyes spent more time on her chest than on her face, and that made her a little nervous. Her face was very nice, she thought. Her skin was light for a black girl; a coffee with lots of creamer color. She had a little button nose, huge brown eyes with flecks of amber in them and a mop of black hair that formed big loose rings around her face. She had high cheek bones and a wide mouth that smiled a lot. Her lips were full and luscious and she had a little pointed chin. She looked a little like one of those dark elves from the fantasy game she liked to play on her PS4, she thought.
Davaun just thought she was hot. Most of the girls in their class had steady boyfriends but she didn't. He had been watching her in the art class they shared. He couldn't get over those tits. He couldn't wait to get her in his car after the dance and take her out to Lookout Point. He was going to fuck this hot little babe tonight. Davaun pretty much had his pick of the bitches. He was a captain on the basketball team and seeing Jolie in that hot little cheerleader uniform at all the games made his cock hard. This sister had it going on. Not only did she have the nicest set of tits in school, her ass was hot too. It was just right for a cushion as he slipped his cock into her from behind and pounded that hot little pussy.
They won the game easily and Davaun hurried to get showered and when Jolie came out of the dressing room she looked hotter than hell. She had on a little silver mini-dress that looked like it was painted on. He took her to the cafeteria where the dance was being held and the band had just started playing.
There were maybe twenty couples dancing and Davaun led her out. He busted a few moves and he could tell she was impressed. She was very athletic and she moved to the music like a dream. When the band started up a slow number he pulled her up against him and the feel of that smoking hot body against his had him hard as hell. He rubbed his cock against her and felt her shift away. He pulled her back and she pushed him away again. She walked away and he followed her to a couple of chairs. He asked her if she wanted punch and she did. He pulled out a flask and without anyone seeing spiked their drinks with rum. This bitch needed to be loosened up a little.
Jolie could taste the rum and she didn't like it. She complained to Davaun and he told her that everyone at the dance was doing it. It was a party and she just needed to relax. She drank the punch a little reluctantly. She had been drunk a couple of times at home. Her mom allowed her to drink there if she wanted to. She drank wine with a meal occasionally and beer now and again on a hot summer day and she enjoyed the buzz. What she didn't like was the next morning when she woke up with a headache, feeling nauseas and with a horrible taste in her mouth.
She had never tasted anything like this. The 151 proof rum went quickly to her head and she felt a little dizzy. They danced a couple of more times and Davaun asked her if she wanted to go home. She was having fun and she had danced with a couple of other guys but she was getting tired and she did want him to take her home.
When they got in the car, he cranked up some rap song and she leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes, allowing the thump of the bass to sweep over her. When she opened them she noticed that they were driving up the road to Lookout Point.
"Davaun, where are you taking me? I thought you were taking me home."
"We going up to the Point," he told her. "All the brothers be there with their girls. We going to have a good time up there. We just love for a while and then I take you home."
Jolie was shocked. She knew what people did at Lookout Point and there was no way she was doing that with Davaun.
"Just take me home, Davaun," she said. "I don't want to go up there."
"Come on, Jolie," he laughed. "You knows you wants Davaun. We going to have a good time."
Jolie began to panic a little. She was eighteen years old and she knew she didn't want to do this at this point in her life, especially with a creep like Davaun was turning out to be. She had seen the other girls drop out of school and have babies. That wasn't where she wanted her life to go. She had to do something quick.
"Davaun, I think I'm going to be sick," she said. "Pull over for a minute."
Davaun certainly didn't want her puking in his car so he pulled over to the side of the road. She got out and started walking back toward town. Davaun jumped out and followed her.
"Where you going girl?" he asked.
"I told you I wanted to go home," she told him. "You weren't taking me home so I'm walking."
She saw the lights of an approaching car and heard the rumble of a set of Flow Master pipes. Davaun grabbed her arm and spun her around. "You ain't going nowhere," he told her. "Get your ass back in the car, bitch."
She slapped him and he punched her in the stomach. The air left her lungs in a whoosh and he began to steer her back toward the car. The vehicle she had noticed swung in and she heard a door shut. She saw a large figure approaching. She could tell it was a man, but he was backlit by the headlights and she couldn't make out his features.
"Everything ok?" he asked. "You guys having car trouble?" His voice was a deep, bass rumble.
"No, my girl just feeling sick," Davaun said. "She had a little too much to drink."
The man was now close enough to Jolie that she recognized him. She felt a huge relief. Derrick had graduated when she was a freshman. He was a huge, very popular white boy that she had been partnered with on yearbook staff. They had spent a lot of time taking pictures in the elementary school and she liked him a lot. He was funny and didn't seem to hate her for being a freshman like a lot of the seniors did. He had a scholarship to play football at college. She knew he was the starting left tackle at the University. He was trying to get a look at her.
"Jolie, is that you?" he asked. "I didn't know you drank."
She was starting to get her breath back. She heard a little disappointment in his voice. That hurt her feelings. "I don't, Derrick. Davaun spiked my punch and I'm not sick. He's trying to force me to go with him up to Lookout Point."
"You shut your mouth, bitch," Davaun told her. "She drunk, dude. She wanted to go up there. This all her idea."
"No, it's not," Jolie said. "I pretended to be sick so he would stop the car. I was going to walk home but he caught me and punched me in the stomach."
"What the hell, man?" Derrick said loudly. "You hit her?"
"She lying, man," Davaun said. "What you fuckin around here for anyway. You better get to steppin. You pushin your nose all up in Davaun's business."
"Yeah? What you going to do about it, punk?" Derrick asked. "Come on, Jolie; I'll take you home."
"I kick your honkey ass," Davaun threatened. "You better get on up out of here. This bitch going with me."
"The only bitch around here is you," Derrick said. "Get back in your car and get moving. I'll only tell you once."
Davaun took a swing at Derrick's head. Derrick caught his arm easily and trapped it under his right arm. He head butted Davaun and Jolie heard his nose crunch. Davaun screamed and dropped to his knees and Derrick kneed him in the belly. He fell to the ground, retching and gasping. Derrick took Jolie's hand.
"Let's get out of here," he told her. She shook her hand free and stepped toward Davaun. She kicked him savagely in the stomach. "That's for hitting me," she yelled. She turned back to Derrick and took his hand again. He led her to his car and opened the door so she could climb in. "Wait," she heard Davaun call. "I'm leakin. Call the ambulance!" Derrick went around and climbed in under the wheel. He backed up and pulled onto the road and they drove back toward town.
"What the hell was that, Jolie?" he asked her. "What are you doing hanging around guys like that? You looking to get raped or do a bunch of drugs? You're smarter than that. What's happened to you?"
She started to cry. "He's the captain of the basketball team, Derrick. He asked me to homecoming. All the girls think he's hot and I thought it was cool that he would ask me. I didn't know he was like that. Who the hell are you anyway? You don't have the right to lecture me. Last time I heard you were dating that skank Linda. She hangs out with guys like that." She sobbed miserably. She felt very grateful to Derrick and she felt bad for saying that to him. "I'm sorry, Derrick I shouldn't have said that. Thanks for rescuing me. I know I owe you big time."
Derrick couldn't stand seeing her cry like that. He reached over and pulled her across the seat, hugging her with his arm around her shoulders. He petted her curly mop. "It's ok, Jolie. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm all full of adrenaline. Forget about it. So how's my little photography buddy been? You still doing yearbook?"
Jolie liked having his huge arm around her. Her sobs quieted. "Yes, I've got middle school this year with Amber. I liked the elementary school kids better. The middle school kids are all a bunch of tools. I liked my partner better too," she peeked up at him.
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