Red Silk

This is my first attempt at writing something lemony, so I'd apriciate honest comments and feedback. Also, I had written it without the intention of typing more, but if anyone reads this.. and likes it, please let me know so I can add on.. uh... yeah, thanks. n.n enjoy.


Red Silk

I had been wearing a slinky neglige my boyfriend had bought for me on valentines day
underneath my special dress. And before I could register what was happening, that little red dress
was tossed aside, forgotten on the carpeted floor far away from where the banquet had been.

It had been a while, but he still hadn't lost his touch...and I couldn't hold back a moan just as he
hit that spot...

***

Me and my best friend Gabriel had everything all planned out. We were in my room doing our
hair like usual, our dresses carefully laid out on my bed as to keep the wrinkles away, along with
crazy styling products that could effectively ruin silk and velvet. I knew this, because we had
found out the hard way a few weeks prior when we'd gone out to dinner with our boyfriends on a
double date. Messy, and far from fun, so I'd rather not go there.

Other than that, we did the makeup thing and the breath check thing, wiggling out from the pile
of rags we were wearing to bum around the house before we left.

"Girl! What is that you've got on?" Gabriel said as she snapped the back of my bra against my
exposed skin.

I glanced down at my red lingerie and shrugged. The top piece was like a bra, but better, fitting
my curves like a glove, and showcasing just enough skin to entice, some beads were left dangling
from the lower piece of silk. To go with it I had a matching thong, but I still had some boxer
shorts on over that, so Gabriel couldn't see it. "What, this? Charlie gave it to me on V-day."

Gabriel just short me t'Mnh'Mnhmn' kinda look, like she knew but didn't want to know what was
going on with that. "Charlie hun?" She moved from around me and picked her dress up from the
bed, beginning to step into the black form of velvet with sparkles. "You do know that 'Charlie'
isn't going to be there...right?"

I poured my own little red silk dress over my shoulders and shrugged off the boxer shorts as I
fitted it, making sure I had it on right. "Yeah. I know he isn't."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at me as she smoothed out the wrinkles of her dress. "If he isn't, then
who is? Cause I damn well know no girl in her right mind would wear something like that less
she had someone who was gonna see it."

I just rolled my eyes as I began to put on my jewelry, adding the final touches to my look. "Well
then I guess I'm outta my mind, cause no-one is gonna be seeing this tonight less it's Charlie, an
we already established that he wasn't gonna be there."

Gabriel was all jeweled up too after a moment of silence while we adjusted ourselves in the
mirror. "I don't know if I buy that bullshit, but we better get going. The banquet already starts in
five minutes, and you damn well know we aint gonna get there in that time."

So we strapped on our heals and made out way to the blue Mercedes her parents had generously
given her for her seventeenth birthday, riding off into the night toward the highschool where the
awards banquet was being held.

By the time we had arrived, the decorated lunch room was already buzzing with life, and the
usual people could be seen milling about the place. There was the smart group... who actually
weren't all that smart, but got the props anyway. The jocks were in another corner along with the
coaches and parents, undoubtably discussing scholarship opportunities and such. Then there were
the foreign language people, who oddly seemed alone despite the fact that there were more of
them then some of the other groups.

But me and Gabrial worked out way through the people over to where the theatrical group was.
We weren't really special, we were just talented in the theatrics, dramatics, and gossip. Tonight,
all except the gossip were being recognized in the form of a cheap certificate and a handshake
from an administrator who probably didn't really even give a damn about us. Why lie?

After a few moments of exchanged greetings and small talk, everything settled down and we all
found our way to out seats. They called the names alphabetically, and one by one the boring
ceremony passed by. Gabriel and I were both toward the end of the list, and we'd pretty much
learned by now how to tune out the monotone praise of the others and snap back to attention by
the time we were up.

Well, that's usually how things went, except a certain name was called that pulled me from my
daze. "...Ace Parson, awarded excellence in athletics, also participating in the theatrics
program..."

I felt the breath in my chest catch as he strode across the stage in a way I knew all to well. In fact,
I had stared in the school play with him a few months ago. We were perfect on the stage. But
what people hadn't seen was that the passion wasn't just for the audience, it also wound up in the
back room, and was the one thing I hadn't told Gabriel about because I had been going out with
Charlie then too.

I hadn't seen him much since the program had ended, rarely catching a glimpse of him in the
halls, and had reluctantly been glad about it. It would have made things too complicated, I wasn't
ready for that. When they had given a list of names for awards in the programs, I had been all too
relieved to find that his wasn't on the one for theatrics... but I hadn't even thought of sports.

But there he was, striding across the stage in his black silk shirt and tie combo that made his
mocha skin glow. As he made his way down the stares, our eyes met. He gave one of those cocky
smiles that guys make in a mix of being satisfied and having other things on their mind, and it
made me want to melt into my seat. But then he disappeared into the masses of people again, and
I slipped back into my daze, waiting for my name to be called so I could go to the stage myself.

After all the awards were all said and done, the groups of people seemed to find each other again
while we embarked on cheap tea cookies and punch that had been set out for the event. Needless
to say, I was feeling a little less than sociable a the the ceremony. My mind just kept drifting back
to Ace as he walked his walk across the stage, reminding me of moments I'd shoved to the back
of my mind until then. Feeling my skin flush, I downed the last of the punch in my cup, and
excused myself from the group, telling Gabriel I just wanted to go get some fresh air.

The night air was crisp, and it rippled against my skin as I made my way to the courtyard at the
side of the athletic field. By that time, the straps on my heals were digging into my feet
uncomfortably, so I took the liberty of removing them since no-one else was around. Sweet
freedom.

There was a light breeze in the spring night, the cool air blew through my styled curls as I leaned
against the stone wall of the courtyard. Looking up, I could see the moon in the clear sky and it
helped me to refocus my mind on other things. After a while, I couldn't tell how long I'd been
outside, but the breeze had got the better of me, and my skin was chilled, leaving me to cling to
myself for warmth.

Just as I turned to head back inside, a warm jacket was draped over my shoulders and I glanced
into the face of the person I was trying to dismiss. "Ace... what are you...?"

He just smiled at my loss of words and ran his fingers down the sides of his jacket, absently
brushing against my chest and sides. "I had come out for some air, and noticed you looked cold."

I couldn't hold back the smile as he brushed a strand of stray hair from my face and moved to
lean back against the wall beside me, his body heat still echoing in the jacket, and radiating from
him as he sat there.

"It's been a while." I looked over at him again, but resorted to glancing back up at the moon
when my mind and body both decided they wanted to betray me.

"Yeah... about that-"

He cut me off as I spoke, pretty much figuring what I was going to say entailing Charlie, who
pretty much everyone knew I went with. "Don't worry about it. I know you have your man"

I nervously bit my lower lip. Everything seemed like it should be, but somehow it felt wrong just
then. For a while we were both silent. It wasn't an awkward silence. If anything it was
comfortable, both of s staring up at the moon for a moment through the courtyard trees.

"You know... I didn't tell anyone. About us, I mean." He loosened his tie some and slouched
further back, shifting so he was leaned back against the wall, facing me. "Not that I didn't want
to."

I turned to face him, and felt my eyes trail up and down his form. If any other guy had said that, I
would have smacked them. But I knew what he had meant. It had been amazing that night, and
was what cultivated most of my guilt. Someone said "I wanted to too" and I guess it was me
because soon I found myself leaning into his chest as my eyes fluttered close and my lips found
his.

The jacket fell from my shoulders as the kiss deepened, his tongue gliding along mine as his
hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him on the stone wall. But it ended all too
soon as he pulled back some, and I sucked lightly on his lower lip as my hands rested on his
broad chest, his hands having settled at my hips as I was now practically sitting in his lap.

"We should probably go in now." He voice was a deep whisper as he looked down into my eyes
while our faces were mere inches away.

I nodded dumbly, pushing myself from his chest to sit up. "Yeah, everyone will probably be
leaving soon." With that we both stood, and I bent over the wall to retrieve his jacket which had
fallen into the grass on the other side of the court wall. Turning around to return it, he stood
dangerously close. He cupped my chin and pulled me in for another kiss before smiling that
cocky smile and turned to head inside without another thought.

I waited a moment, chewing on my lower lip as I tried to compose myself. But taking in a last
breath of the crisp air, I smoothed the imaginary wrinkles from my silk dress, strapped my heals
back on and headed inside to find Gabriel.

My eyes searched the thinned crowd of people and found no sign of a black velvet dress with
sparkles and figured she wasn't there. After asking our friend Shante, I found out she had left
with Boomer, who apparently had spiked his punch and was all too drunk to do much of
anything. Boomer was her boyfriend's cousin, it made sense that she would take him home, but
really didn't explain why she'd left me.

Wonderful.

Letting out a sigh I left the lunch room to find the pay phone at the front of the building, figuring
I might as well go home since not much remained to do, and I did not feel like talking. Rounding
the corner, I almost fell over in my heals as he stood there so casually, leaning in the doorframe
to the front of the building.

"I just saw Gabriel pull off... That is assuming that you were looking for her." I continued toward
him slightly as he stepped closer to me, the payphones were off to my right if my sanity decided
to come back to me just then to make a call to my parents. "That is... unless you were looking for
me." His eyes trailed the curves of my dress, pausing mid-thigh where the material ran out and
was replaced with a hem, before dancing back to my own gaze as he smiled. "Which wouldn't be
so bad either."

My fingers toyed with his tie, running along the thin silk of his shirt and grazed over the buttons.
"Well, I was looking for a ride."
He just gave a cocky smile again and kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear before
pulling away. "Babe, I'll give you a ride all night."

With that he took my hand and led me out to his car. Somewhere in between here and there, there
was a drive, and we wound up at his apartment. And before I could register what was happening,
that little red dress was tossed aside, forgotten on the carpeted floor far away from where the
banquet had been, only the little red neglige Charlie had given me separated us.

It had been a while since the play, but he still hadn't lost his touch. And I couldn't hold back a
moan as he trailed his tongue over that spot on my neck, gently massaging it with his lips before
trailing hot kisses down my flushed body, stopping to suckle at my breasts as he caressed my
every curve.

My fingers ran along his familiar form, running along his toned abs and chest before they found
their way to his strong back as he continued with his sweet torture. His teeth gently pulled away
the silky barrier from my chest as he pinned my hands above my head. His head dipped down, his
tongue circling either nipple before he gently nipped at them with his teeth as my back arched
into him.

Soon both of my hands were only pinned with one of his, and his free hand wandered over my
glistening body as we both panted for breath. His gentle fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs,
tracing patterns absently as he kissed his way down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my
navel suggestively.

The matching thong was not spared when he reached the article of silk, and he momentarily
released my hands as he slid the article down my legs to be abandoned on the floor as well,
before he returned to his menstruations, teasing my senses as his lips or fingers would go ever
closer to that bundle of nerves which was by then fairly damp with my juices.

I fisted my hands in the sheets as his lips finally made contact with the sensitive folds, his tongue
creeping out to run along the nub which made my back arch, and I bit my lip to hold in the groan.
Soon he dipped inside of me, trailing my insides as they pulsed, beckoning an orgasm to come,
and my hips rolled with his motions.

I barely contained a whimper as he moved away from my core and trailed back up my body,
sucking on one of my lobes as my hands roamed freely over his body. I could now feel his
growing hardness pressed against my leg, and reached down with my hands to stroke the
member, Ace hissing with pleasure at the contact. In a fluid motion, I flipped our positions so I
straddled his waist, and he looked up at me slightly stunned for a moment before I lowered my
head and returned his torture.

Searing kisses coated his chest and abs before I moved down to the inside of his thigh where I
licked lightly, earing a gasp from him as I moved the motions of my tongue to his base. I left a
trail of saliva up from the base to his tip, circling his head with my tongue before flicking the
very tip, and I could feel his hands grip the hair on my head as he groaned my name.

Heat pulsed between my thighs as my lips circled his head and I took him into my mouth slowly,
gently massaging him with my tongue. I brought him further into my mouth and pumped him up
and down with my soft lips, slowly picking up my pace as his hands opted to nearly ripping the
sheets on his bed rather than stay in my hair. But as I felt him harden even more as he came close
to his own release, I took my mouth away from his member, completing the torture just as he had
moments before.

But the tension was thick in the air, and both of us were aching for relief. He took a hand to the
small of my back seconds after I had released him and he was above me again, this time he
brought his shaft to my core, dipping slowly before gradually pumping harder as our desire
heightened. My back arched into him as I moaned in pleasure, feeling his hot jagged breaths at
the nape of my neck as he kept pumping, and my hips rose to meat him as the pace quickened.

Finally my walls clenched and released in a state that was heaven, escalating into an orgasm
much like the one he had given me that night. I screamed out wordless sound, attempting to make
words was futile, and he soon reached his own release as well, his warm seed poured into my
depths as he moaned in my ear. He caught my lips in a last fiery kiss before both peaks had
ended, and he pulled out of me, rolling to the side as we both attempted to level out our jagged
breaths.

A few minutes later we'd both calmed, and a smile graced my lips as he snaked an arm around
me and pulled me to him. I would have liked nothing more than to have fallen asleep in his arms,
but the neon green lights on his bedside clock rattled me from my estranged death-wish.

"Ma, I've got to get you home." He placed a light kiss on the nape of my neck before he shifted
on the mattress to sit up, bringing me with him.

"Mmn. Do you have to?" He apparently was working at fitting my clothes back on as he moved
around me, because the familiar sense of being clothed was present as he helped me to my feet a
few minutes later in my deranged, sleepy state. He, himself, had pulled on a pair of sweat pants
and lead me out to his car for the second time that night, explaining to me that I lived with my
parents as though I was a five-year-old... but I was too delusional from tiredness at the moment to
feel insulted.

By the time we reached my house, I was coherent enough to make it to the door myself. I gave
him a quick peck on the cheek before padding up the walkway, shoes in hand. Watching him
drive off in the sports car, I wondered if he'd still be a shadow of my mind when we returned to
school that Monday... or if he'd be something more than Charlie.