Dirty Messy Love

I asked my school if this older guy could escort me to the Senior Prom and they denied my request. So I didn’t go. The only way I would even entertain the idea was if he could take me. Ethan argued I should still go since I only get one and all that jazz. But I didn’t care, didn’t even like anyone there.

So what did he do? He made me my own prom. What?! Yup, he planned a prom date for just the two of us. How crazy is that?! It’s hard for me to wrap my head around someone wanting to do that for me. Who am I todeserve it? I just have to blindly accept it and just go with it.

I buy a long black “cocktail dress.” I had to ask adults what that even was. 😂 The slit wasn’t very high and the V wasn’t very low. Conservative. With a pretty silver necklace showing three arms out holding three dark jewels.

My mother of course tries to ruin the night and I try to cancel but Ethan wasn’t having that. He told me the limo is already reserved and is picking us up at 7…😳 Limo?! Whoa. It’s serious. Lol

“Aria, you’re 18. You decide what’s happening with your life, not her.”

He gives me the strength to push through. My mom realized what she’d done and tried to make amends by brushing my hair. I dry my tears just as Ethan arrives.

He makes sure I’m okay to go. Telling me he can cancel everything within seconds if need be. But I assure him I’m fine and elated to go. Plus he’s dressed in a sexy royal blue button down and tie matching his eyes and suit jacket. It’s killing me.

The stretch limo Escalade picks us up and it’s luxurious. I couldn’t believe he got a limo. “You should not have spent so much.” “It’s your prom babe! Don’t even worry about it.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

I couldn’t begin to fathom a possibility for where he’d take me for my own prom. We kiss a lot on the 45min drive. Trying not to get too physical before the date even begins. Impossible as that is. The sexual frustration is thick.

We make it to our destination and I still haven’t a clue where we are. We walk down a sidewalk at dusk, the sun beginning to set soon. I start to shiver a bit and he of course gives me his suit jacket. He’s a bit corny. But I’m perfectly fine with that.

“Okay, so this is your prom right? Well the votes are in. And you my dear, have won by a landslide.” Before giving me his jacket, he pulls out a tiara. To crown me Prom Queen.

🥺🥺🥺

No.WAY!! I’m over the moon. My head gets fuzzy. I can’t even see straight. No this man did NOT just crown me prom queen. What a cheesy, corny, romantic god damn dude. Wow. Im stunned. Aaaaand he’s definitely getting laid. 😂😂😂 Clinched it.

I catch my breath and we stroll down a sloped walkway to a tiny cottage office. He disappears inside for a minute as I take in the serene view of the graceful clouds against a setting sky and the hushed, halcyon surface of the bay capturing it all in its reflection.

He steps back out immediately hugging me close as we wait on a dock. In the distance is a boat, no, a covered gondola sailing its way toward us. It floats up, the gondolier greeting us, “buona sera.” My mouth drops. I can’t believe we’re about to go for a romantic gondola ride around the harbor. This whole night has just been blowing my mind.

Ethan holds my hand helping me in and joins me. He grabs a soft red blanket to put over us, staving off the cold night air. Sparkling cider chills in a bucket beside us. The gondolier shoves off and rows away as he starts to sing, softly in Italian…

We stop soon at another dock, the gondolier running away into a glass door. I don’t get a response when I wonder where he’s gone. He comes back out after five minutes holding a tray of my favorite food: high quality seafood and pasta from my favorite restaurant. ♥️♥️♥️

We row around the harbor for a lifetime as far as I could tell. Finishing our decadent meal, taking in the gorgeous sunset, listening to the wonderful stylings of our chauffeur (including of course our Dean Martin song “Thats Amore”) also greeting other passing gondoliers in Italian, adoring each other’s company as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

We get back in the limo and start to drive me home. I’m on cloud nine. I’ve never been happier in my life. This date was more than I could’ve ever imagined. But the best part was my boyfriend did it all for me. Someone loves me enough to go through all this trouble for me. And it’s someone that I love! The man I love, cares enough about me to plan my own personal prom. I just can’t even comprehend it. I’m overwhelmed with disbelief, gratitude, love and passion all at once.

I lean over and kiss him with all my soul. Trying not to kill his face with my overexcitement. I look around frantically for a button. Wishing for a partition. I find it and close off the driver’s prying eyes.

My eyebrows raise and mouth smirks as my lips race back to his, straddling him in one swift movement. He helps hike up my dress as not to tear it. His hands stroking my sides under his jacket. My hands holding his head running my fingers through his hair.

I feel him below me. I slyly smile thinking about what I’m about to do to this incredible guy of mine. ‘Cause he is. He’s all mine. I get too warm and shrug the jacket off as he helps me throw it in the corner. His hands rubbing my arms climbing up, cupping my cheeks and jaw, his thumbs caressing my face.

“I love you Aria.” He whispers against my lips. “I love you.” I respond instinctively needing his lips back instantly.

My hand descends and feels him beneath me. I involuntarily smirk big quickly unfastening him. I kiss him deep and it’s suddenly just happening.

His head cocks back in ecstasy. Up and down slow. He lowers my dress slipping it off my shoulders to kiss my tiny tictacs.

My gaze dark and filled with lust, I look into his eyes and finally slide all the way down with a gasp trying to keep my noises from the driver. I grind against him while the car vibrates in assist. His lips on my neck send goosebumps down my arms and back, my legs all the way to my toes.

We find that perfect rhythm. I wrap my arms around his neck holding on for dear life, my stomach feeling like I’m about to drop on a rollercoaster. My teeth sink into his shoulder quelling my screams of rapture as this hot fuzzy feeling shoots up from my inner thighs to my whole body, somehow slowly and all at once, my right leg shaking uncontrollably. It all washes completely over me, again and again, our hearts racing, beating against each other.

I squeeze my legs together trying to stop. My sensitive body can’t take any more. I stop his magical thumb from moving and just kiss him hard. Grabbing his face firm, again holding back as to not crush his skull.

He looks exhausted. I think I did a good job. I don’t want it to end. We simply sit there, connected, breathing each other in, occasionally nuzzling our heads and kissing our cheeks, softly locking lips.

The rest of the ride home I just cuddle by his side resting my head on him with his arm wrapped around me, stroking his dutiful thumb across my shoulder and arm. I can’t even believe how lucky I am to have found this. I’ll never be happier.

Holy shit. That was insane. I fucking love this girl…