He's Mine
by Couture
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2003 Couture
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I had been waiting to get David alone all night, but
Lisa was on him like a bad zit. Her bladder must have
finally gotten the better of her and she walked off in
the direction of the restroom, leaving her date by
himself, sipping on a cup of punch.
"Hey Mark," I whispered in my date's ear. "Why don't
you see who's going where after the prom?"
"Okay," he said. "I'll be right back."
"Take your time." I watched as he ambled off. Take
just as long as you want.
As soon as he was out of sight, I quickly got up,
walked over to where David was sitting, and slid into
the seat still warm from Lisa's lingering presence.
"Hi David," I said, teasingly.
"Hey Susan." His bright blue eyes widened like a deer
caught in the headlights. It was good to know that I
still had my touch, but my nagging suspicions required
an answer.
I put my hand on his knee and began to slowly walk my
newly manicured nails higher up his thigh. "Davie," I
said, smiling coyly and flashing a devilish glance his
way. "I was wondering about something. Why didn't
you ask me to the prom?"
Was he dense or something? Didn't he see how much I
was flirting with him for the last two months? I had
practically asked him, and turned down two perfectly
good boys in the meantime.
"Well," he said hesitantly. "I asked Lisa if you were
going with someone- and she said you were going with
Matt."
That bitch! I wanted to storm off to the bathroom and
slap that conniving little slut who called herself my
friend. The worst part was, she didn't want to have
anything to do with David until I confessed to her
that I had a crush on him and wanted to go to the prom
with him. I remembered her reply as if it were
yesterday.
"What for? He's a geek."
"Well don't tell anyone, but. . ." and then I
confessed to her my secret. That I thought he was
cute and that I knew he was a virgin. And that after
the prom, I was going to de-virginize him and he would
love me forever and ever, because you always remember
your first.
"That's silly," Lisa said.
But it wasn't so silly for the little bitch to steal
him right out from under me. Well, two could play at
that game.
"You should have asked me Davie," I said, sliding my
chair closer to block any curious eyes from seeing
what was going on under the table. By now my fingers
had walked almost to his crotch. "I wanted to go out
with *you*. I'm ashamed to say this, but I wanted to
do more than that."
Fuck you Lisa. I grasped his cock through his tuxedo
pants. He was hard. For me.
"I can't Susan," he stammered. "Lisa-ahm-someone will
see."
"Can you see my breasts Davie? I'm not wearing a bra
you know. They could have been yours Davie. God, I'm
getting hot just thinking of you kissing them . .
.touching them, sucking on my hard nipples."
I hunched my shoulders and leaned forward so that he
could look down the front of my gown. All the while
my hidden hand, my sneaky little hand, grew bolder and
bolder, squeezing him, caressing him, having my way
with his virgin prick.
"No panties lines either Davie." I quickly looked
around, made sure no one was watching, then pressed
the fabric of my dress against my crotch. I ran my
finger down my slit for good measure. My shape of my
sex was visible through the shiny fabric.
"Oh God, Oh God," he gasped. He tried to dislodge my
hand, but I held him fast. With one tiny hand, he was
under my control.
"What's wrong baby," I asked innocently, still
squeezing tight, but stopping my up and down motion.
"Please Susan, you've gotta stop."
"Why baby? Don't you like it?" I bit my lower lip and
resumed jacking his virgin prick ever so slightly.
"Please don't," he gasped. "I'm about to cum."
"Just from looking at my pussy through my dress? It
must have been a very pretty pussy to make you almost
cum all over yourself without even seeing the real
thing. Tell me Davie, do you think I have a pretty
pussy?"
"Yes, it's pretty Susan. But please Susan," he said.
"I'm begging you. Please let go of my cock."
God, he had my pussy so wet. He should have been
mine. "But you haven't even really looked at it
Davie. I'm blonde you know. Naturally. And my clit
... I bet it's peeking out right now - peeking out from
my pink wet lips. That's right Davie, I'm wet ...
soaked. And you could have had it too. I would have
given it up for you."
"Oh God, Susan," he gasped. "Please - just don't make
me cum on myself."
I couldn't help but grin. He had all but given up on
Lisa. His only concern now was to avoid the
embarrassment of stained pants. And poor little
Davie, in his white tuxedo, he was already showing a
small wet spot above his prick.
"Just answer me a question Davie," I whispered. Time
was running out. I had to hurry. "Are you still a
virgin?"
His cheeks turned a bright red in answer.
"Don't lie," I warned, giving his cock a firm squeeze
to drive home the point. "I'll know if you lie."
"Yes. . ."
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" I asked. "Okay
Davie, kiss me. Kiss me once and I'll stop."
He glanced around to make sure Lisa wasn't around.
His poor innocent face was red and sweaty. Oh, I
would have had such fun with him . . . if only he had
asked me out. It wasn't that he was a virgin. He was
so cute. His lips, with the little dimple on the
bottom, they just begged to be kissed. He puckered
his sexy lips.
Oh, but I surprised him. I swallowed his lips with my
open mouth and snuck past his teeth with my probing
tongue. Oh baby! And then I jacked his hard cock for
all I was worth. He moaned his alarmed objection, and
I inhaled it into my lungs. I felt his cock pulsing
in my hand and his hips bucking uncontrollably. He
kissed me back. God, he was a good kisser. I was
*so* right about him.
Then, he just sort of went limp. Not down there
silly, it was like his whole body gave up. I could
feel his pants growing slick and warm from his cum.
My insides danced with elation. I wanted to get up on
the table right then and there and proclaim to the
senior class that David Moore's virginity was mine and
not that bitch Lisa's.
Instead I gave him another brief kiss and a goodbye
squeeze. "Do you love me Davie?" I asked.
"I can't believe you did that," he whined. "What am I
gonna do?"
"I asked if you loved me."
He looked at me with those sad blue puppy dog eyes.
My lipstick was smudge around his mouth. "Yes," he
whimpered.
I cleaned my hand on his soiled pants. "Maybe I'll
see you around."
I gave him a sexy mischievous grin and left him
sitting there. I took out my compact and fixed my
lipstick. Just as I was finishing, guess who I bumped
into? That sneaky little bitch Lisa. She looked so
smug. "Have fun tonight," I said, sticking my finger
in my mouth and tasting Davie.
"Thanks," Lisa said. "You too."
Her eyes proclaimed her victory. As if to say, I have
your boyfriend. Hah, whatever happened between them
now was irrelevant. They might have sex. He might
have sex with any number of women. But he would
always compare them to me. He was mine now. Just
like I meant from the start.
The end
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