Chapter 7

On the night of the Snowflake Dance, we were meeting three other couples at a seafood restaurant called Chesapeake Bay for dinner before the dance. I drove over to Missy's house to pick her up at 5:00. Mrs. Samuelson opened the door after I rang the bell, and ushered me into the living room to wait for Melissa to finish getting ready. Mr. Samuelson joined us, a camera in his hand, and Megan was with him.

"Well," she said, "if it isn't the jock with a brain. Ray, isn't it?"

"Hello, Megan," I said politely. "How's your indoor soccer team doing?"

"I'm on two teams, and both of them are winning more than we're losing," she replied. "Which is more than you can say about your football team this year."

She was trying to get under my skin, I could tell, but I wasn't going to fall for her trap.

"You are absolutely right about that," I said. "We did kind of suck, didn't we?"

She looked surprised that I would admit it, and it shut her up for a few minutes. Just then, we heard Melissa come down the stairs, so we all went out to the entryway.

She was so lovely she took my breath away. Her long blonde hair was piled elaborately on her head in swirls and curls, with just a few strands artfully escaping along the back of her neck. Her dress was a low-cut powder blue spaghetti strap number that accentuated her narrow waist and revealed just a hint of cleavage. She was wearing her pearl pendant on its gold chain, and it was resting on the flawless skin below her throat. It was a tossup whether the pendant enhanced the throat, or the throat enhanced the pearl.

"Humma humma," was all that would come out of my mouth. I was in awe that this extraordinary creature had consented to go out with me.

Even Megan seemed to be standing there with her mouth open, as if in shock. Mrs. Samuelson went up a few steps to meet Melissa and fussed with her skirt a little, then stepped back to admire her oldest daughter.

"Okay, kids, let's get some pictures here," cried Mr. Samuelson, breaking the spell. He lined us up and took practically a whole roll of photos of Melissa alone, Melissa and me, Melissa and Megan, Melissa and her mom, Melissa and Megan and me, then handed the camera to me and instructed me to take a couple of family photos.

By the time we finally were able to get out the front door I was seeing spots before my eyes from all the flashes from the camera. We were both relieved to be out of the house and on our way.

We walked into the restaurant, already crowded with the usual Saturday night crowd compounded by quite a few tables filled with kids heading to the dance, and found Brad and Lindsey already at the table, along with Jared with his date Mattie. As we sat down, the fourth couple in our party, Marcus and Katie, spotted us and made their way to our table.

"Boy," said Jared, 'I thought Mattie's parents would never get done taking pictures."

"I know what you mean," said Marcus as we all nodded our heads in agreement. "You should have seen us. Katie had to have her picture taken with every one of her brothers and sisters, plus a couple of cousins, then the aunts and uncles and moms and dads. I'm half surprised they even remembered that I was there."

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," said Katie. 'Just because I have a big family doesn't mean it took any longer than anyone else. Right, girls?"

"Too true," said Lindsey. "If you want to get dressed up, you've got to put up with the pictures. Deal with it, guys. It'll be even worse at your weddings."

"Provided, of course, you can find any girls desperate enough to want to marry you guys," added Mattie with a laugh.

"What, we're good enough to dance with at school, but not good enough to marry?" asked Brad. "That's a hell of a note."

"Hey, lover boy, I'm just using you for a good time," said Lindsey as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around Brad's arm. She looked up at him coyly. "But that's all right too, isn't it?" She exaggeratedly batted her eyes at him.

"Yeah, I can see it now, written on the bathroom walls in girl's johns from here to Pittsburgh: 'for a good time call Brad'," he said with a grin.

"In your dreams, pal, in your dreams," I said, laughing.

The dance was everything you'd expect a high school dance to be. The girls all looked gorgeous, the boys were dressed to the nines and acting oh so sophisticated. There were the few complete losers there, guys who still thought a white T-shirt painted to look like a tuxedo was a cool look, and there were some teachers and a few parents acting as chaperones, standing around trying not to look at the kids dancing too closely and kissing too intently during the slow songs. We all put in our time there, but we knew that the real party began sometime after the dance ended.

Toward the end of the dance, quite a few couples were starting to drift out. The group of us said our goodbyes to our friends and we headed out to our cars, anxious to get to the hotel. Jared and Mattie had reserved a suite, where we would all congregate for our party. There were about 10 other couples who had reserved rooms at the same hotel, and about 15 couples who were invited to the post-dance party. We all arrived at pretty much the same time, entering the room in an excess of swirling taffeta and silk and velvet. Jared already had a bar set up in one corner, with beer, wine, liquor, and soft drinks, and snacks were set up around the sitting room. I grabbed a glass of wine for Missy, and a beer for me, and we started chatting with some of our friends. There was quite a bit of noise in the room as 30 people jostled around in their finery, getting drinks and wandering from group to group. As we were talking with Marcus and Katie, Brad and Lindsey joined us. I felt Brad touch my arm to get my attention, and he slipped his room key into my hand. I looked over at him, startled. He opened his other hand and glanced down, silently telling me to take a look. I looked down, and saw he was holding a second key in his hand. He gave me a quick wink, and he and Lindsey wandered off.

Just holding that key in my hand made my blood start to rush. I could feel my temperature rising, and I started to perspire from nervousness. I was losing track of the conversation as my mind raced around the possibilities that the room key represented. Fortunately, we were joined by two other couples, and Missy and I made our excuses and wandered back toward the bar.

"Is everything okay?" Missy asked as we walked away.

"Oh, yeah," I said quietly. I showed her the key. "It's Brad and Lindsey's room," I said.

"Why do you have the key?" she asked. As soon as she asked the question, I could see the answer come to her. She gave me a look I had never seen on her face before, and she leaned in to me to whisper in my ear. Her voice was suddenly huskier than normal as she said, "What did you have in mind?"

That was all it took. The blood rushed immediately from my brain directly to my cock, and the testosterone took over. I refilled her wine glass, grabbed another beer, then took her hand and led her away toward the door. Fortunately, there was a fair amount of activity by the door, with people coming and going from their rooms to the party room, so nobody thought anything of us walking out, hand in hand. I could feel her hand was sweating just as much as mine was, and I could see the nervousness in her eyes. We found the elevator, and punched the button to go up to the floor that Brad's room was on. As soon as the elevator door shut, I slipped my arms around her and pulled her in to me. She raised her head, closed her eyes, and gave me a strong, heated kiss that caused me to moan involuntarily. The doors opened, and we took turns pulling each other toward Brad's room. I fumbled with the key, and finally got it to work. We opened the door and turned on the light, then stepped into the room.

As the door shut, we were faced with the reality of our rush to be together. It was a small room, with two double beds side by side, made up with green floral bedspreads. There were reading lights over each bed, a dresser with a television on top of it, and a small closet with no door. There was a doorway leading to a small bathroom. I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand between the beds and saw that it was 11:30. There was plenty of time for us before Missy had to be home.

We turned to each other. I could see she was even more nervous than she had been before, and I felt like my stomach held an entire extended family of butterflies. My knees felt a little watery, and I was afraid I was sweating right through my shirt and tuxedo jacket. As she gazed at me, she reached back behind her and turned off the light. The curtains were open, giving off a soft glow from the city lights outside, 10 floors below us. It was a comforting amount of light for both of us, and I could feel myself calm down as I slipped my arms around her waist and gathered her to me.

Her arms went around my neck, her fingers playing in my hair, as we kissed while standing there. Her lipstick tasted of strawberries, her breath was sweetened by the wine, and her tongue slipped out and touched the tip of mine lightly, playfully. I hugged her tightly to me, running my hands up from her waist to her shoulder blades and back.

A small, low sound came from her, and she broke our kiss. She gazed up into my eyes, and I felt like I was being measured. I tried to stand up taller and straighter as she studied me. I could see in her eyes as she made her decision, and she tugged me into the room, toward the farther bed. She pushed me back until the edge of the bed caught me behind my knees, and I sat down. She slipped into my lap, then pushed me back so I was laying down with her on top of me. She took my head between her hands and kissed me again, long and deep, as I lay there, trapped in a tangle of arms and legs. I reached behind her and found the top button of her dress and fumbled around until it popped open, then slid my hands down to the next button. I managed to undo four buttons when she sat up, reached behind her, and unbuttoned the rest. She stood up to remove her dress, and walked over to hang it up in the closet. I sat up and took off my jacket and cummerbund, throwing them onto the other bed, then untied my shoes and kicked them off. I looked over as Melissa finished hanging up her dress. She was still wearing a half-slip with a strapless bra, and the silken material clung to her hips enticingly, falling in folds around her knees. Her soft blonde hair piled above her pale neck, along with the light peach color of her slip, gleamed palely in the gloom. In the dim light she looked like a goddess rising out of the mist, beautiful and terrible in her power. At that moment, gazing at her, I knew I was lost.

She looked over at me and smiled shyly, breaking the spell. I scooted back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and patted the mattress next to me. She walked around the bed and lay down next to me, her head on my chest, her arm draped across me. I held her to me, resting my head on the top of hers, her hair soft and smelling faintly of some sort of flowery rinse. My fingers drifted across her cheek to beneath her chin, and I raised her face up to mine for a soft, lingering kiss. I slipped down to lie next to her, and wrapped her up in my arms. The heat of our kiss flared, and our mouths opened against each other. Our tongues battled for supremacy, snaking and writhing, tasting and flavoring. I think I moaned, and I felt more than heard her purr and moan in unison. I reached around her, dragging my hand up from her waist across the satin smoothness of her skin, and cupped her covered breast. She moaned louder, thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, and pressed her chest harder into my hand. I squeezed and explored first one, then the other breast through the flimsy material of her bra. I abandoned her breasts for a moment to reach around behind her, searching for the clasp. She helped by twisting in my direction, and I found the clasp and managed to release it with one hand. I slipped under the material, back around her body to her breast, my fingertips exulting in the roundness of her body, the feel of her hard ribs overlaid by the soft, pliant flesh of her small breast. Her nipple expanded as my palm rested on her, and I pressed and squeezed as she encouraged me with the force of her kisses.

I grasped her loose bra and pulled it off her and dropped it beside us. Melissa brought her hands around and began to unbutton my shirt. When she reached my pants, she pulled the shirt out and ran her hands back up my chest and up my shoulders to get the shirt off. I sat up momentarily to remove my cufflinks and pull the shirt off my arms, then lay back down and pressed myself to her, for the first time reveling in the feel of skin on skin as our upper bodies molded together. I kissed and sucked her soft skin behind her earlobe, then left moist trails with my tongue and lips down her neck to her throat. She drew her head back to expose more of her throat to my attentions as she ran her hands up and down my bare back. I used my fingertips to play with her turgid nipples, one to the other, running the flat of my hand down one breast, across her chest, and up to the other breast, teasingly drawing out the play of my fingers across her responsive flesh.

I kissed and licked my way down from her throat to her chest and licked the salt from her skin around her soft mounds. Down and around, first one breast and then the other, licking and kissing the undersides, the shallow valley between, then over the tops, moving in slow concentric circles around her swelling breasts as she arched up, anxious to feel my lips upon her tips. As my mouth was making its slow, agonizing way around her boobs, my right arm slipped down her back, under her half-slip, under her silken panties, to caress the smooth, soft globes of her ass. As my hand moved down, her leg cocked, opening herself to my caresses. I felt my fingertips trace down the crack of her butt, glide over the puckered flower of her asshole, and find the downy, moist presence of her pussy lips.

As my tongue and lips teased her swelling breasts, riding the rise and fall of her heavy breathing, she twisted her torso slightly, trying to move her swollen nipples into my mouth. In her excitement, she clutched the back of my head with one hand, while the other was clenched against my ass. As much for my own pleasure as for hers, I finally relented and took her rigid nipple into my mouth. I licked and lapped at her nipple, then opened my mouth wider and tried to suck her whole breast into my mouth. As I felt her turgid nipple on the back of my tongue, I heard her groan and felt her shudder. I clenched her soft butt and tried to pull her against my crotch in my excitement, and her reaction was to pull me in toward her in response. I released her breast and licked and nuzzled between her boobs to her other neglected nipple and repeated my suckling. My hand moved from her butt around her hip to her tummy, underneath her elastic waistband, then moved slowly down until I could feel the beginnings of her soft pubic hair on my fingertips. She hunched her hips up into my hand, and my fingers slipped into her slit. My fingertips parted her moist lips, releasing a flood of her nectar. I pushed my fingers deeper into her pussy, feeling the petals and folds yielding before me, until I came to the ridge of her virginal hole. I dipped my middle finger into her to the first knuckle, marveling at the heat and the tightness, and dragged some of her oils back up her slit until I felt the fleshy ball-bearing of her clitoris. I rolled her clit between my fingers as she huffed and huffed and nearly bucked off the bed. I released her breast from my lips and she pulled me up to her for a fierce kiss, and began to struggle with the snaps of my trousers. She was practically in a panic to get my pants off, snatching at the top snap and trying to lower the zipper. Finally she broke our kiss and concentrated on her task. I stopped all my ministrations to help her, and together we managed to push my pants and underwear down to my ankles, where I could kick them off onto the floor. She instantly grabbed my stone hard cock with her small hands, one exploring the shaft and the other caressing my balls, eliciting a storm of pleasure careering up from my center. She pushed me onto my back and bent down to examine me in the dim light, using her thumb to spread the moisture leaking out around the mushroom head of my aching cock as she manipulated my balls and scratched with her fingernails at the underside of my scrotum. I watched as her tongue snaked out and licked softly at the head, creating a twitching in my muscles from thigh to stomach, then licked down the length of my cock and up the underside as if it were a fleshy popsicle. She then opened her mouth and took the entire head into her hot mouth, pressed her lips tight, and sucked hard.