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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Kyle, please feel free to pretend this is about you.

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I noticed the flyer on the billboard outside the shower. It was printed in garish blue and orange, the same as the colors for our school teams. “Football Homecoming!”

October 17th!” it screamed.

I didn’t really have time to fuss with sports and such. My studies took priority.

And of course, there was Alex. I continued to secretly work on my “good boyfriend” scout badge, which required me to pay particular attention to her moods, needs, and wants. So, I spent less time yakking with the other residents about the team and its players, and more time about getting her hot little ass buck-naked to fuck.

I was just about done soaping in the shower when a naked Dan entered. “Hey Kyle.”

“Hey Dan, what’s up?” I clasped my key in my hand and raised it to him in greeting.

“Are you doing anything for Homecoming?”

“I dunno. Hadn’t really given it a thought.” I spun my body under the rinse, then turned off my shower. Dan was lathering his privates and I turned away to, well, give him a bit more privacy.

“I was thinking maybe I should ask out a girl or something, you know?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. Dan was just beginning to blossom in the relationship department, after the exceptionally rude shock Alex had dealt to his public masturbation habit.

“What do you think about me asking Juliet?” he called after me, as I was leaving the shower room.

“I think that is cool. Do you want me to ask Alex what she thinks?” I blurted without considering the implications.

“Um… yeah. That would be good.”

As I was toweling dry, I thought: Well, fuck. Now I will have to figure out doing something for Homecoming with Alex. If Dan asks Juliet, and I don’t ask Alex, there will be hell to pay.

–/–

I phoned Alex, “Do you have any thoughts about Homecoming?” I asked.

“Thoughts?” She sounded distracted.

“Yeah, like, are you paying attention to that event?”

“Ummm, not really. I have a shit-ton of homework right now. And, my mother called. So, no. Not really.”

Whew. Maybe the fizz on this drink will dissipate.

“OK, well, let me know if you get interested, OK.”

“Sure. I guess.”

“Hey, also, I think that Dan is planning to go.” In retrospect, that was a fucking stupid thing to say.

This perked a little more interest from her. “Really? Interesting! Maybe he is getting a bit more social, you know, after all that awkwardness.”

“Yeah, I think so. He asked me to inquire with you about something.”

“OK. Is it related to me, like… that incident?…. or something else? Surely he is not ready to use his rain check?”

“No no. Not anything like that at all. He wants to know if you had a view about him asking Juliet to go to Homecoming.”

“Oh,” she said. And stopped.

That terse reply was very ambiguous, and I now wondered if I had inadvertently strayed into a hidden minefield. They say that soldiers who get blown up by a mine actually can’t feel that their legs are gone, due to shock. For at least a few minutes. Just before they die.

I was wondering if, suddenly, I was in that condition.

After all, there was the deepest of deep wells of emotion and history between these two girls. Who could possibly know how one of them would react… jealousy? Irritation? Ennui?

“Maybe all he wanted to know was if someone else had already asked her to go.”

“Mmm.” And stopped.

Shit, now I knew I was in trouble.

“Hey, Alex, sorry, it sounds like you are really busy. Maybe we could continue this conversation after physics? No, after calculus?”

“Maybe. OK. You find me. It’s your class after all.”

Click.

Oh. Shit.

–/–

I gestured with my lunch tray to the seated boys. “Mind if I join?”

Tim answered, “Sure, come on, Kyle.” The others briefly paused their forks, nodded assent, then continued their destruction of the cafeteria food.

I sat, nodded, and began scooping my mashed potatoes.

“Hey, Timmie, have you got any plans for Homecoming?” I asked.

“Thinking about it,” he said.

“Anybody else?” I opened the question to the group.

“I got football tickets,” said Khalil. “But no date yet.”

“I was thinking about asking that hottie from Art History, um, Brekka,” said Deepak. “Even though when I asked her out last week, she said she was busy.”

Tim, who was also attending the Art History class, laughed, “You ain’t got enough tatts for her to be interested in your scrawny ass, Deepak. But hell yes, she is a hottie.”

“Just tell her about the special tatt you have on the end of your dick,” said Jason. He mimed the conversation, “Oh, Brekka, would you like to come to my place, I have some special artwork for you to review. Privately.” He waggled his eyebrows grossly and pointed to his crotch.

Deepak was an electrical engineer, and perhaps a bit autistic and literal-minded. “But I don’t have a tattoo on my dick. Particularly not on the end. Just think how much that would hurt.”

Tim rolled his eyes, “Oh Deepak, never mind. We will still love you. Even if Brekka won’t.”

“I was wondering,” I tried to refocus the conversation, “if any of you know about special packages, for y’know, clothes or restaurants or places to take your date after the game.”

“Well, there is the limo and tux package, at Ricardo’s.”

“There is a helicopter thingy, too.”

“Fucking way over the top.”

“Gemma’s Italian has a meatball sub special.”

“Nah,” said Khalil. “That is just for those idiots who didn’t get a date. MEATBALL sub. Get it? And its fucking made with pork. Haram. The whole thing. Haram.”

Deepak weighed in, targeting the idea of food, “And there is the midnight buffet at the Ritz. I think that comes with a room with champagne, too.”

“Jesus, how much would that cost?” laughed Jason. “The single most expensive fuck ever.”

The whole discussion was depressing. It reminded me of high school, the vast excesses some kids would incur to impress their dates, and more importantly, their parents’ friends and rivals. And how the whole process meant that the have-not kids were left behind.

I played an imaginary conversation between two parents in my mind:

“Oh look, dear, our boy just one-upped that sad little Kyle down the street.”

“Yes, dear, our boy’s date is super hot, her orthodontia is perfect and her tits are falling out of her dress.”

“Do you think they will fuck after homecoming?”

“Of course, dear! That is why we are paying so much!”

“Oh, and, dear, that air taxi is certainly unique! And loud! Much more ostentatious than those other parents!”

“Oh, yes, we are paying for the single most expensive package of all the other homecoming kids. Aren’t we just so superior, dear?”

Gah.

Now I knew I was in very very deep shit. No plans, unclear but obviously emotionally important expectations from Alex, no money. Triple whammy.

Fuck.

I decided to call Juliet, directly.

–/–

I used the locator function to zero in on Alex. She was in the far end of the student union hall.

“Hey, Alex!” I waved.

“Kyle! Kyle! I’m over here!”

“Oh Alex. You are looking very radiant today! I love how your eyes are reflecting the sunlight,” I said, looking deeply into her beautiful, lively eyes.

She held me apart a bit, “Are you running a fever or something?”

“No, no. I just wanted to get you in the mood to answer my question, that’s all.”

“What question?”

“Well. Um. I think it is important to you, even though you may not want to come out and say it.”

“What? she asked.

“I think that… never mind. I’ll just ask. OK. Please be gentle with me….. So, will you please… agree… to let me take you to…. Homecoming?”

She looked at me, wordless.

“I have made some very special and very secret plans for this event. And, I think you are going to like them.”

Now she frowned. “Special and secret?…..” Then, she grumped, “Hmph. Homecoming.”

“Please? I can’t think of anyone else in the whole world who would make me a better date for Homecoming. Just you! You would be perfect.”

She smiled, weakly. I thought, good; that’s the first indication I may not be actually be the blown-up solder with no legs, in the process of dying.

“Please?”

“So the plans are special, and secret?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“And you made them? Specifically for me?”

“Yes.”

“Do they involve Dan? And his rain check? And Juliet?”

“Why, did you want them to join us for Homecoming?”

“Not really. No.”

“Good. Because they are not in my plans at all.”

She giggled. “Yes, then. I will join you for Homecoming.”

I kissed her, right on the lips, in front of the whole damn student union.

–/–

I went to her room, two nights before Homecoming. Juliet answered my knock. Alex was studying at a desk. “Hey, Juliet, I think the night manager has a delivery for you, or something?”

I jerked my head and she looked, then understanding filtered in and she said, “Oh, OK, I guess I will go down to see if it is there.” And, she left me and Alex alone in the room.

I had a specially wrapped package, red velvet ribbon on a heart-shaped tissue box. Too bad, but the school spirit colors of orange and blue had died stillborn; I stayed with tried and true red velvet. Red velvet means hot romance.

The tag read, “Something hot for the hottest girl in the world.” It had a unique logo from one of the high-end lingerie places at the mall.

“Alex,” I leaned over her study desk, and breathed on her neck. “I brought you something for your Homecoming wardrobe.”

She giggled, then looked up at the package. “It’s kinda small, isn’t it, to be a dress? And, you never had them take my measurements…” Then awareness dawned on her face. “Oh. Oooooh.” She giggled again.

“Pick something hot to wear with it. I want every eyeball in the stadium focused on you,” I said. “Just open the box on the 17th, and wear it for me. OK? And, uh, make sure you are in private when you open it.”

–/–

It was unseasonably warm on October 17. Maybe global warming? Anyway, I decided to wear a tank top to show off my shoulders, a nice men’s cologne, a tasteful gold chain, and a pair of flimsy running shorts. Including jock. There was nowhere to carry anything, so I had my phone in my hand. Fortunately, I could travel light. Plus, I had a thin jacket for when it got cooler later at night.

It was risky, because if Alex somehow decided to wear a formal gown, I would have to bail out at the last minute.

I stepped by Khalil’s room, two 14th level magic cards in my fist from the Ensorcelled game. They were still in their original plastic case. Collector items, now. But I hadn’t played that since high school. Alex was the real magic in my life, now.

“Hey, bro,” said Khalil. He smiled as I palmed over the cards.

“So sorry that you couldn’t get Verula to come to Homecoming,” I said with all sincerity.

“Yeah. Another weekend of wanking. Haram. Just fucking haram.” He grinned at me. “But with these cards, I can wipe out Tim and Dan in the game tonight.”

I grinned, suppressing a comment about meatball subs, and headed out to Alex’s room.

–/–

Again, Juliet opened the door. She stood back a step, then her eyes zoomed down to my crotch and focused there. “Nice outfit!” she smirked. As I entered the room, the back of her hand brushed my semi, helping me pop a readily visible boner right there.

“Look what arrived!” she lilted to Alex. “The knight. Um… without shining armor. But I think his lance is still in good condition!”

I looked over to Alex. My boner attempted to redouble its efforts to escape the jock and shorts.

“Fuuuuuuckkk.” I said, with a bit of a growl.

Alex had picked a skimpy, shiny-red top that showed the sides of her boobs, and the undersides too. I didn’t quite understand the physics of how it was holding itself in place. But, maybe that is upper division physics. Her nips were pointy little missiles jutting out, seeking targets. I wanted to get shot down and blown up.

And goddamn, her red red shiny shorts. Satin. Pulled up into a camel toe. And butt cheeks below the tight seam. The outfit accentuated the space between her legs. Knowing what lay just below that thin satin… a butthole that loved fucking… my mind was almost spinning.

The little head was overjoyed, and was celebrating with a bit of pre-cum. I hoped the stain wouldn’t be too visible.

“Wow!….. Just… Wow!” I said, and I turned to Juliet. “I’ve changed my mind. We are not going to Homecoming any more. Here are some football tickets, Juliet, you go on. I think we will just stay here and… you know. Fuck our brains out.”

Alex laughed, moved over to me, grabbed my hard-on in her hand, and kissed me with full tongue. “Is this hot enough for you?” she asked.

“I was serious. Should we just stay home and you know, fuck?”

“But you had special and secret plans,” she grinned. “I for one, want to see what your imagination and ingenuity have contrived. I mean, just anybody can go ahead and fuck their brains out. But, I think you might have something planned that will just explode my whole heart.”

Juliet rolled her eyes. “Fucking A Kyle. You two…”

She was interrupted as Dan entered the room, carrying a bouquet. Damn, he had brought marigolds! I wonder… did Juliet request those? Or did Alex suggest them?

“Woah!” he stopped and stared at Alex’s almost nothing red shiny bits. “Fucking A.”

Alex pointed, “Your date is over there.” She motioned with both hands. “Kyle and I are just leaving.”

“Jacket?” I asked.

“Oh, here,” she said. She kept her small purse under her arm.

–/–

We waited for the rideshare only a few minutes. Alex was holding my arm, and kissing my ear. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, boy. This will be a night you won’t forget.”

My boner was still tenting the shorts. Out of the corner of their eye, other pedestrians were looking at it. Some girls, who were passing by, tittered.

Once we were in the back seat, and the ride app driver had keyed in Riverside Stadium, I took my phone and keyed the buzz app.

Alex startled, a little jump as the motors ignited in her cunt and asshole. “Bad boy, Kyle. You bad boy.” She grinned at me, and pinched the top of my penis where it tented my jock. Then, she kissed me full on the lips, worming her hand up inside the legs of my shorts. “I am going to spank this thing so hard, it will squirt,” she threatened.

“Promise?”

She laughed. I put one hand under her butt and rubbed her asshole through the thin fabric. I could feel the buzz rising from that particular item I had delivered a couple days ago in the red package. I keyed in a new pattern on my app. Alex jumped again.

Uber should be proud of that driver. She was exceptionally careful, paying close attention to the rear view mirror to ensure that no vehicles were tailgating.

–/–

We were up in the nose-bleed seats. And the midday game was, well, second-tier college football. The beer was expensive, the crowd was noisy and boisterous, and the play was… well, it was shite.

State made three fumbles in the first quarter.

Alex bumped my arm. “Can we go?” I had kept up the sequence of new buzzes by keying my app. She was wriggling her ass in the seat.

“I thought you would never ask,” I said. As we shinnied back along the row of seats, Alex’s exquisite ass was simply too tempting for some of the drunker, older fans.

“Hey. Get your fingers off her butt.” I had to say it loud, twice. Embarrassing. For all involved.

I poured the remains of my expensive beer in the lap of one of the most egregious offenders, then we ran up the steps to the exit. The fat bozo was not able to disengage himself from the seat fast enough to give chase, and settled for giving me the finger.

The jumbotron camera meanwhile had focused on Alex’s pretty, under-clothed ass as she bounced up the steps, so the whole stadium was able to participate in that last bit of tawdry, irritating drama.

–/–

“Ok,” she said. “I bet you had planned for us to leave early from the game.”

I grinned. It was getting hard to put anything over on Alex. “Yup. It was either first or second quarter. No way to go to half time. And, anyway, I have it on good authority that the marching band is shite, just like the football team.”

She grinned back. “So, then, now what? and where?”

“Well there is always the option to head back to the dorm and fuck our brains out. I think either your room or my room should be vacant; Dan and Juliet won’t be using both rooms, right?”

She stared at me, and gave the most minute shake of her head.

“Thought not. Just as well. We have a bit of a ride ahead of us.”

She kissed me, blatantly palming my boner as we waited for another rideshare to arrive.

The driver asked my name, and I confirmed. “Ok, it’ll take about 45 minutes.”

“Where are we going?” asked Alex. “That’s a long way away.”

“I have a special destination.”

The car zoomed onto the freeway ramp, and we sped away.

I distracted Alex by burying my tongue in her mouth, and she reciprocated. The trip provided a long, uninterrupted period for serious, deliberate, excruciatingly sexy kissing.

My little head expressed his positive appreciation for this extended, long foreplay by squirting pre-cum, liberally. I had a series of wet spots showing on the front of my clothes.

We got let down at the entrance to a park. Quiet woods soothed the mind, and the wind soughed through the leaves, calming. The park’s center featured a bluff looking out over the farmland and river nearby.

Alex, “I know this place.”

“I know you know.”

“How did you know?” she asked. “That this would be special to me.”

“I got some of your secrets out of Juliet.”

“Do you know what happened here?”

“Maybe. Maybe more a guess. Why don’t you tell me?”

She remained quiet as we walked hand in hand, up the road and then bare path, up the hill, to the top of the bluff.

The park was deserted. The view over the city, river and plain was stunning.

I looked at her, searching. Her face was focused inwardly, reminiscing, reliving old acts and events and old emotions, good and bad.

“You lost something here, right?” I asked.

“I found something here, you mean,” she said.

“Do you think you… we… can find it again? Do you want to?”

She stopped, looked around, and growled at me. “I think I will be finding something better. Much better. And I will understand it when I have it. And I will want to hold onto it.”

Her eyes were flashing in the light, sparkling, laughing.

“I love you, Alex.” There. I said it.

“I love you, too, Kyle.” My heart tripped and fluttered. She smiled.

We laughed, and I looked deeply into those lively, entrancing eyes. “I love you Alex,” I said again.

She kissed me, hard, and pulled my head to her face. My boner and her titty points pressed into flesh, and the smell of pheromones kicked my brain into blind lust. “I want to eat you, fuck you, live you. You make me… I dunno. You.. just… you…. MAKE me. Make me whole. Make me complete.”

I carefully lifted the almost-not-there satin top, and pinched her already erect nipples. Then, I peeled her satin shorts down her legs. The buzzing plugs in her cunt and ass were swimming in sex juices.

“The first time was here. Many first times, here,” she said dreamily. “My first kiss. First boyfriend. First sex. First blow job. First time with a girl. First time someone licked my pussy. First time someone licked my ass. First time with a new, second boyfriend. First time someone fucked my ass. First time I had an orgasm. First time I licked someone else’s ass. First time I had multiple orgasms. First time I thought I was in love. First time I broke my heart.”