8 – The High School Graduate

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this – while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.

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Christie and I had come to an agreement. She would be going to the same university as me at the end of summer – we had agreed that in exchange for her silence to Emily (and more importantly for Alexa’s sake), I would be at her beck and call any time she needed a favor, no matter what the favor was. She did me the courtesy of reminding me of this in private the next day during our last day of school, as I had returned to drinking the night before. I ended up passed out in a bush, and had a pretty gnarly hangover the next day.

Finals went by fast – I was done all of them in less than a week, and had around a week to just do nothing before graduation, and prom the day after. Since our school did not want to be affiliated with any out of control parties, we had to have our prom independently, and had agreed that it would just be easier to have it after the school year was finished.

Graduation came and went – nothing super exciting, just relief. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with Alexa in the last week because her finals went almost to the end of the exam period. After we graduated, a bunch of us went to see the midnight showing of the new Batman movie (which was awesome), and then most people went home to rest up for the big party the next night.

I drove Alexa home, taking the opportunity to allow our bodies to feel each other once again.

The next day was pretty boring – I didn’t have much going on, and the pre-prom ‘party’ wasn’t until five. I say ‘party’, because it wasn’t a big deal. There was champagne and stuff being served to the graduates (but no one younger), but no one was letting loose because parents were there, all taking pictures of their sons and daughters dressed up for a fancy evening. In an ongoing effort to hide our two-month relationship from people, Alexa and I agreed to find other people to go with, or just go alone. Seth, Bill, and I had decided to go stag – Bill had been dumped about a month ago, and didn’t really feel the need to find a new girlfriend. He didn’t actually have a steady relationship of more than two months until he was in his second year of university. Seth was still just an asshole. Guys got along great with him, but girls thought he was a condescending, sexist pig. Alexa attended prom with a pretty nerdy guy named Jake – he was nice, polite, and wouldn’t try anything, so she probably saw it as a safe choice.

Since we had broken up, Emily had tried a few times to make me feel worthless. Two weeks earlier, however, she had also tried to get in my pants. I wasn’t sure which Emily was going to show up tonight, but the fact that she had agreed to let me be a part of the group that was going to crash at her house when all the parties had ceased told me she was at least going to be somewhat civil.

We all got in our limos and private buses and headed downtown to the prom. The Student Council had found a nice location overlooking some water, and everything was actually really nice. I’m not a fancy kind of guy, but even I appreciated the effort that went into making this a ‘magical’ night. Seeing all the guys in suits and tuxedos, and all the girls in something other than school uniforms or jeans was pretty refreshing. Dinner was great, even though I was sitting at a table of mostly guys. Dancing was even fun, too. I don’t really like dancing, but I was having a great time singing along to K-Ci and JoJo with whatever girl agreed to dance with me at the time. The best part of school dances, in my opinion, is when the cheesy ‘90s R&B songs come on, because girls love them.

Prom came to a quick close, and people piled back into their limos to head to the after party, which was back up north – someone who lived near the school had convinced their parents to clear out for the night, so we had a huge house to ourselves. Grads and their dates got in free, but anyone else had to pay twenty bucks to get in, to help cover the costs of kegs, and just in case anything got damaged.

It was a pretty rowdy affair – even the people who staunchly opposed drinking were having at least a couple beers. It wasn’t even midnight, and people were already passing out left and right. I laughed as I saw Neseet making out with a sophomore on a lawn chair, as the guy had just puked in a bush not even a few minutes earlier.

Around two or three in the morning, our group decided to get out of there. The cops had already come once to tell us to keep it down, and if they came again, they would break up the party anyway – the way the party was raging, they’d definitely be back soon. We had agreed to meet at Emily’s house, as per the plan, but first we made our cabbie go to the McDonald’s Drive thru, because we needed some food.

Arriving at Emily’s house, we changed into more comfortable clothing. It was only a matter of time before someone pulled some twenty-sixes out of a bag, and we continued our drunken shenanigans.

I don’t really remember what happened over the next little while, but I do remember waking up in the middle of the floor, all ten or fifteen of us passed out in the general area. Alexa had shaken me awake.

“Shh,” she whispered, keeping her finger on her lips, and grabbing my hand.

I followed her across the basement and up the stairs, before finally asking her what was going on – I was pretty drunk and not really able to keep my balance very well.

“Just follow me,” she said, turning to grin at me as she walked up to the second floor.

She led me down the familiar hall to Emily’s room, where she pushed open the door. The room was empty – I hadn’t noticed who was downstairs, but I guess Emily had chosen to sleep with her friends instead of alone in her room.

“What are we doing up here?” I whispered to her, wondering why she’d woken me up.

She led me inside and closed the door behind me, before pulling my sweatpants down and taking my flaccid cock in her mouth.

“What’s gotten into you?” I looked down at her.

“Nothing,” she took a break from trying to get me hard. “I just thought it would be really hot to fuck you in Emily’s room!”

“Ok,” I mumbled, grabbing her hair as she replaced her lips on my cock.

After a few minutes, it was pretty clear that I was probably too drunk to get hard enough to have any fun, though Alexa kept powering through, hoping that my penis would wake up.

“I don’t think it’s happening,” I told her, trying to pull her off my cock.

“A shame,” she said, standing up as I pulled my pants back up.

“Why’s that?”

“I had a surprise for you. I guess it’ll have to wait,” she answered, opening the door to go rejoin the sleeping group.

“A surprise?”

“Mmhmm,” she purred at me, making her way toward the stairs.

I grabbed her arm.

“What surprise?”

“Well it’ll just have to wait, won’t it?” she grinned, grabbing me through my pants.

She began the return to the basement, and I was about to follow her, before stopping and turning around. Realizing I wasn’t behind her, Alexa turned to ask where I was going.

“To sleep in Emily’s bed,” I answered, walking back to the room.

“You can’t sleep there, Rob,” she insisted, chasing after me.

“No one else is,” I pointed out, climbing onto the bed.

“Are you seriously going to sleep up here?”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned, already almost back to sleep.

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I woke up again, looking at the clock – it had only been thirty minutes. You never get a good night’s sleep when you’re drunk.

There was definitely something wrong. I could feel someone right up against me, and there was movement elsewhere in the room.

Turning over, I shot up quick – laying against me, staring right at me as I’d turned over was Sarah, a friend of Emily and Alexa’s.

“What the fuck,” I whispered, startled.

“Surprise,” Alexa laughed, climbing onto the bed behind Sarah.

“What?”

“This is your surprise,” she explained, pulling her shirt off so she was just wearing her panties and bra.

I noticed Sarah was already undressed the same way, as I allowed myself to take her body in. I had never really paid much attention to Sarah – she was usually around somewhere with the people I hung out with, but we never really talked or hung out ourselves. She was alright looking – she was taller than me, a good four or five inches taller, actually. Her body wasn’t curvy, but she could stand to lose thirty or forty pounds. She did, however, have two very good things going for her. She had a really sweet rack, which I had never noticed before due to her conservative style of dressing, and actually had a really pretty face. She had full, pouty lips, a small stud in her nose, and shoulder-length brown hair that was in a ponytail at the moment.

“This is my surprise?” I asked, still not sure exactly what Alexa meant. Was I going to be watching or participating?

“Ya, babe,” she laughed again. “I was trying to think about how to give you something special before I leave next week, and I thought you’d like it.