by Jane Price
I am now thirty and I still wonder if there was anything different I could have done. I wonder if I had done something different, would my life be different now? Not that I’m unhappy, but I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like, had that night been different. But, enough about that, I won’t go on teasing you, let me get to the story.
Before I start, however, a little background information might be in order. I, like many others, had a very happy childhood. There were no traumatic incidents or neglect; nothing at all like that. There were no triggers, at least that I ever noticed, that could have prepared me for what happened on prom night. Now, as I look back, I realize it was just bad luck, which, in all honesty, isn’t even that surprising. With a life as good as mine, something bad was bound to happen sooner or later, and to my regret, it had to happen on prom night.
Anyway, like I was saying, I had a loving family with a set of parents still madly in love. I had a twin sister, Avery, who was my other half. (In case you were wondering, my name is Addison.) As children, my sister and I used to do everything together. It was only when middle school came around did we grow apart.
I was always the studious child. I was the good girl, the quiet one, the one that never gave anyone any trouble. My sister, on the other hand, was the popular one. My parents and I forced her to do her school work every day, and studying, well that wasn’t even a part of her vocabulary. As we grew into teenagers, she started wearing makeup and straightening her hair while I kept things natural. By high school, we were polar opposites.
And once we got into high school all the boys noticed her while I turned invisible. She was Miss Popularity, head of the cheerleading squad and all. She could never keep a steady boyfriend and by the time junior year rolled around I had no idea what her number was. I, on the other hand, always had my nose in the books. I was also lucky enough to find the love of my life during my freshman year.
Mason was also a freshman when we met. He was a star tennis player whose grades were on the fence. His coach pushed him to get a tutor before the season and that’s where I came in. As the top student of the freshman class, I was automatically enrolled as his tutor.
After winter break, he started coming over to my house to do his homework with me. I would help him with nearly every subject, helping him study and finish assignments. While it could be annoying at times, it was still a lot of fun. Before I knew it, we were going steady. That summer was the best time of my life.
Mason was a tall and handsome young man, sun-kissed from countless hours on tennis courts. As we grew up, he only got more attractive, but other than appearance nothing else about Mason changed. He stayed the lovable goof he always was. He was nothing but good to me, coming over my house to watch movies, to be the shoulder I needed when I was sad, and anything else I could have asked for in a boyfriend. He was absolutely perfect and I believed, wholeheartedly, that we were meant to be. I knew, that no matter what life threw at us, we would make it, together.
Little did I know that one night was all it took in order to turn my life upside down.
Chapter 2
It was prom night, of all nights. As a senior, prom night was a symbol. It was the symbol of all my hard work, a congratulation. It was permission to relax because in a few weeks there would be a diploma in my hands. I was excited, like all the other girls in my school, giddily picking out the perfect dress, shoes, accessories, you name it.
Mason, of course, was the perfect date. Even though it was obvious we would be going together, he still made sure to ask me to prom. He still made sure to make it romantic.
He brought me to our place, a little lake in the woods behind my house. No one else knew it existed and so it became our special place, a place where we went to be alone. It was there that we made love for the first time. I’ll never forget it.
*****
It was a warm summer’s night, the summer after freshman year, and honestly, it was magical, there’s just no other way to describe it.
We had been dating for about two months, and I know that seems like such a short time to get intimate, but it felt right at the time. Anyway, we were two months into our relationship and we decided to take a walk in the woods. Right around sunset, we found the lake and sat down together watching the sun go down, disappearing behind the horizon.
As the stars came out, we started to kiss, but this time it was different from all the others times we had kissed. These kisses were passionate, lustful, and best of all open mouth kisses. I could feel his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and I really liked it. I could feel his hands running all over my body and it got me really excited.
When he eventually reached a hand under my shirt and grabbed one of my breasts, I couldn’t help but moan. The moan seemed to excite him because before I knew what was happening he had me pinned down in the grass, his body hovering over mine, and a sly grin on his face. I knew he was up to something.
“Mmm Addison you are so beautiful, you know that?” He leaned down and kissed my neck after saying the words that made me blush. I could feel his soft lips on my skin and it felt amazing. I felt him move his lips further down my neck until he was kissing my collarbone. He looked at me, as if wondering if he was going too far, but my body wanted more.
I watched as he took my moans as a cue to keep going and slowly started to unbutton my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. I was glad I had worn one of my sexier bras that day instead of my old white ones. I watched as he pulled each breast out of my bra and then started to kiss them all over. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I never wanted him to stop.
He looked up at me, grinning, probably because I was moaning so much, before finally taking one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt so good as he rolled his tongue over my hard nipple. I went insane when I felt his teeth, gently teasing me with small little bites. In that moment I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him.
I felt like a bad girl, doing something naughty with my boyfriend, but I didn’t care. I wanted this, badly. I didn’t care if it would make me a bad girl. I wanted Mason. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tightly to me. I didn’t know it then but my panties were soaked. Mason just grinned at me, as his hand slid under my skirt and reached for my panties.
“My, my, does someone want me?” He grinned before leaning down and nibbling my ear gently. I felt his hands move under my panties and I moaned loudly as his fingers started to caress my lips, finding their way to their clit where he rubbed circles into it, making me shiver in pleasure. I moaned loudly and arched my back, lifting my hips toward him, begging for more.
“Addison… I want you…” Mason nearly grunted at me and I could feel his hardness press against me. He felt as hard as a rock and I knew that I couldn’t keep him at bay even if I wanted to. But, I wanted it just as much as he did.
“I want you too…” I whispered as I moved my body upwards and brought his lips to mine kissing him passionately. This time it was my tongue that explored his mouth as he started to undress us. I could feel myself getting naked as the wind gently caressed my bare skin. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen but at the same time I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to happen.
Suddenly I could feel Mason’s hard member probing against my entrance, as if begging for a way inside. He looked at me with big loving eyes before whispering, “You ready, my love?” His voice was sweet and although lustful, I knew this was a moment of love, not lust. I nodded at him and before I knew what was happening he was deep inside me.
I felt him filling every inch of me and I couldn’t help but moan loudly feeling his throbbing member inside of me. It hurt for a moment but then it was all pleasure from there. Mason rocked my world for what felt like an eternity. Each thrust felt so good and I never wanted him to stop.
We made love until the early morning. Mason was sweet and gentle through the whole thing, knowing it was my first time and that it was a new experience for me. It was amazing. I never wanted it to end
and when we finally did reach our blissful orgasms, I couldn’t believe it. I was a mess, covered in his cum, but he still went down on me and his tongue went to work making me feel amazing.
I could feel his tongue all over my sensitive pussy and I thought I would die from the amount of pleasure he was giving me. I never imagined sex could feel that good but Mason made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine as his tongue gently teased my entrance before plunging inside and licking away eagerly. The night progressed on and on like that.
We would fuck like bunnies and then one of us would pleasure the other. That night was the night I learned how to give a blow job and from the look on Mason’s face I was pretty damn good at it for a good girl. It was a night of lust and love and it was the best night of my life.
*****
Anyway, enough about that, back to the promposal. He brought me to our spot, with a blindfold, of course. Then, when we got there, he took it off while gently kissing my neck, making me giggle with excitement. Before me were a bunch of pebbles laid out to spell, ‘Prom?’ It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. Of course, I had said yes and of course I had hugged and kissed him. Who would have been able to resist?
After that, prom was right around the corner. I didn’t have to wait long to hear Mason’s car park in the front of my house. He wasn’t one of those boys who honked and expected me to come outside, no, he would come in and talk to my parents every time we went out together, just like the perfect gentleman that he was.
Prom night was no exception. He came in, just like any other day, only this time he was dressed in a light gray tux and a blue vest that matched my dress perfectly. He looked gorgeous. My father was patting him on the back and telling him to take good care of me. I knew he would. My mother was all sorts of excited and forced us into taking a million pictures together all over the house in a million different poses. While I tried to act annoyed through the whole thing, I was actually having a lot of fun. It was almost like taking wedding pictures.
Eventually, it was time to go. Mason took my hand and led me to his car outside. He opened up my door for me like he always did and then made sure that both my dress and I were safely in the car before closing the door. After that, it was a nice drive to the prom venue. We spoke and laughed, just like we always did on long car rides. The night seemed to be heading in the right direction.
While Mason was driving, I wondered where my sister was. One of the jocks had asked her to prom, but she hadn’t seemed too happy about it. Mason had tried to tell me that Avery had been very touchy feely with him lately, but I didn’t think anything of it. My sister was touchy feely with any boy she ever came in contact with, why should Mason be any different. My sister going after my boyfriend of four years was the last thing on my mind. Soon enough Mason was pulling into the parking lot and my sister escaped from my mind.
We could hear the music from the parking lot and it felt like prom was already in full swing. Mason grabbed my hand and led me inside. I wasn’t big on parties and he knew he would have to be my guide tonight. I smiled, grateful that he was willing to take on the role. I followed him, without fear, trusting him, knowing he wouldn’t try to push me out of my comfort zone.
Once we entered prom it was a lot of fun. There was a lot of dancing, picture taking, and the food was great. I nearly had a food disaster, though. One of my meatballs thought it was a good idea to fly off my plate, but luckily it missed my dress. Mason just chuckled through the whole ordeal.
“You always were a messy eater, babe. I can’t take you anywhere nice.” The comment got him a glare and pout, but with a quick kiss on the nose, I knew I couldn’t stay mad at him.
After dinner, I couldn’t get Mason off the dance floor so we ended up dancing the whole night. I had no idea he was such a party animal, but I sort of liked this new side of him. It was exciting and a lot of fun. I stood close to him as he wrapped his arms around me and we danced together. I would have thought dancing would have been a lot harder, but it was actually pretty simple and fun. I liked it.
Eventually, however, dancing became too much for me and I had to sit down. I was tired. When I sat down, I noticed my sister, now dateless, walking toward Mason. I didn’t think anything of it. Was it that unusual for your twin sister to dance with your boyfriend? At the time, I certainly didn’t think so. I watched as they danced together but grimaced when Avery started to get very touchy-feely with Mason, who, to my regret, seemed to really like it. Okay, I will admit that at that moment I felt like something was wrong, but it was prom night. I didn’t want to be one of those girls to make a big scene, so I let it slide. I looked away and tried to ignore it.
I tried not to look as they grinded on each other and Avery hiked up her dress. I just looked into my glass of water. Luckily, I didn’t have to sit alone for very long. One of my close friends, Tiffany, came and sat with me. She looked gorgeous and we chatted for a bit before she asked me, “Where’s Mason?” I pointed to them and Tiffany gave me a shocked look. “Well, aren’t you going to do something, that’s kind of gross?” Tiffany asked.
I just shrugged at her. Like I said, it was prom night and I didn’t feel like making a big scene. Avery was my sister. There was no way she was trying to be malicious by dancing with Mason in such a crude manner. Yet, I couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. If Mason truly cared about me he wouldn’t dance with any girl like that, especially not with my sister. Something inside my gut told me something was wrong, but I was an idiot and ignored it.
Before Tiffany could persuade me to intervene Avery was already pulling Mason off the dance floor. They were heading toward the table. They were both breathing heavily and Mason had a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. I looked at them as Avery giggled. Mason just gave me a sheepish look. Had something happened between them? I wish I had pressed the question sooner rather than later.
They sat down. Prom was dying out by now, a lot of the students had left by now, making their ways to the after parties. At the time I thought Mason I would be going home after prom, since the drunk scene wasn’t something I liked, but when Avery came to my table with a naughty look on her face, the possibility flew out the window.
“Hey, sis! Guess what?” Her voice was excited. I knew something was up, she only ever called me ‘sis’ when she wanted something. I had no idea what she wanted at the time. I looked over at Mason, wondering if he knew what she wanted. He just shrugged at me.
“What is it?”
“I got all three of us invited to Madison’s after party! Her house is huge and her parents are like super rich, so it will be popping. I promise! You’ll love it!” I looked at her warily. I knew Madison. She wasn’t the nicest of people in school and she had never been nice to me, so I was confused. Why would Madison invite me, of all people, to go to her party?
“Uh… I don’t know Avery… you know I don’t really like parties…” I stammered, hoping it would get me out of the party. I really didn’t want to go. All I wanted to do was go home, to get all the bobby pins out of my hair. I swore they were sticking into my skull. Suddenly I felt Mason’s hand squeezing my arm.
“Come on babe, it’ll be fun, I promise.” I looked into Mason’s eyes and I knew I wouldn’t be able to tell him no.
“Fine. I’ll go.” Avery squealed before hugging me tightly.
“You won’t regret it, sis!” Avery hugged me tighter. I wish that statement had been true.
Chapter 3
The after party was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Mason had parked down the street from Madison’s house, but yet we could already hear the music blaring. I could only imagine how loud the music would be inside the house, my ear drums feared what they were about to experience.
Avery was with us and I wondered what had happened to her date. Why wasn’t he the one bringing her to this after party? Why was she third-wheeling with Mason and me?
Either way, I was dragged to this after party, much to my d
isdain. The house was indeed huge, it was practically a mansion. There were people drinking outside, inside, in the backyard, everywhere. It was a sea of red solo cups and I already felt like I was drowning. I looked over at Mason and Avery and wondered what they would act like drunk. I had never seen either of them drunk.
Avery quickly disappeared from sight when we entered the house. Apparently she had spotted one of Madison’s older brothers, who was a senior in college. I shrugged as she left, a little glad. It was typical by now and I expected it from her. It was one of the reasons why I never went to the mall with her, she would go with me and would abandon me for some boy.
After Avery left Mason looked at me and smiled. He was excited about the party. Once again, it shocked me how much of a party animal he was. He seemed to be in his element with everyone dancing and slurring around him. He brought me into the kitchen before handing me a red solo cup.
“What’s this?” I asked as I looked down at the clear liquid in my cup. Water? I sniffed it slowly. It definitely wasn’t just water.
