“Oh that.” She giggle. “You got me, Mr. Easton. Guilty as charged.”
“Uh huh. Well, I’m going to stand here behind you. I get a better view of the dance floor from here anyway.” I glanced down and also had a better view of her ass in her short, tight dress. Damn. I was no better than Thad Baker and just as dumb.
“We’ll be here until nine and then the new history teacher is taking over.”
“Great.” I muttered keeping my eyes up and on the dance floor.
“Don’t get too excited.” She drawled sarcastically turning around. Her eyes met mine and reflected the glow of lights coming from the disco ball. Kiara sparkled under the lights and I placed my hand on her hips.
“I’ll do my best, but only if you behave, otherwise I’m shit.” I pulled her in slowly careful to not get her legs tangled up in mine. This was better. Her. Closer. Covering my dick from prying eyes since I was stuck in this stupid costume until the night was over.
“Children are present.” She whispered leaning into me.
“Yeah, horny teenagers who have better things to do than scope us out unless their name is Thad Baker.” I said on a snarl.
“What’s Thad Baker got to do with this?”
“He was checking out your ass.” I turned us so she wasn’t at the front of the table and let my palm slip down in the dark as I backed her slowly into the corner.
“David.” Kiara chastised me with a husky whisper. I kept her moving slowly away from the table. These kids could fend for themselves. It was after all, only punch in a bowl, a bowl that was probably from the same school dances I got conned into going to at this age. Some things never changed. I bet we were the last thing on ninety-nine percent of the student’s minds out there tonight.
“Besides Thad, we’re safe.” I said.
“Not here. Please.” She craned her neck up, a worried frown marring her face.
“I’m not going to do anything, sweetheart.” I whispered in her ear, the rest of the auditorium oblivious to the sexual tension between us.
“No?” She snorted.
“You can feel that?” I mused.
She shrugged playfully, “Kind of hard not to.”
“Sorry. This costume you picked out doesn’t give me much to work with when you’re around.” I pressed myself against her and listened to her intake of breath. Hey, if I had to suffer, she could stand to suffer too. It wasn’t my fault skin tight and rhinestones were the work of the devil or Versace.
“I would apologize.” She trailed off. Minx.
“But you’re not sorry in the least.” I grumbled and kissed the top of her head discretely in the dark. Her hair smelled like sweet vanilla and shea butter. If I could have eaten her up I would have.
“No. I’m not. Not at all.” The giggle that escaped her lips drove me insane with need. There wasn’t anything I could think about that would help me out right now.
I grunted. “Not helping, Kiara.”
“Okay, I’m sorry about that.” Her hands slowly run up my chest and settle around my neck.
“Now whose going to get us in trouble.” I untangled us and cupped myself squeezing hard hoping to relieve some of the desire coursing through me.
“We’ll just have to think of other things until we can get out of here.”
“Like?” I quipped. Grandma hadn’t worked, but the head librarian was kind of scary. She gave me the willies in high school and not much had change in the years since then. I tried picturing her with less anything and felt a little sick to my stomach. Yup, that would do for now.
“Uh David…” She said.
I hummed waiting for her to elaborate.
“How about we discuss the football team kidnapping our rival’s pet mascot.” Kiara turned and I moved with her eying up the goat being led around the dance floor. I think he was supposed to be a ram, but it didn’t matter. Once the principal got wind of this the whole team would suffer and Coach Calloway would make them run sprints up and down the field until they dropped.
“Shit.” We hissed together stalking after the kids.