I looked in the mirror and squealed.

The $300 my dad gave me went far to cover a day at the salon and my prom ensemble. My hair was pulled to the front, curled perfectly, and fell over the shoulders of my sparkly green dress. Fake diamond earrings dangled from my ears, and my face looked like a porcelain doll.

I felt like a fucking princess.

Dad didn’t put up much fight when I told him that I was going to Prom with Mason. I told him that he was a friend of Amanda’s, which was partially true, so he probably assumed that he was just another student at OC High. Of course, he gave me a talk, telling me the dangers of men and prom, but I could see in his eyes that he trusted me.

Amanda was a little more shocked about the whole thing. Although she had insisted that Mason had a thing for me, when I told her that we had run from the cops and that Mason kissed me twice, her jaw hit the floor.

“You’re kidding me?” she had said.

“And he asked me to go to Prom with him.”

“Wait? Are we talking about the same guy? Caleb’s massive hunk of a brother wants to go take you to Prom?”

“Yeah.”

She could barely believe it, and so could I. But I kept telling myself that maybe good things actually do happen to good people. I wasn’t a bad person. I lost my mom to addiction, I worked my ass off in school, and I did my best to keep my Dad happy and maintain a stable life. I deserved a little bit of a break, a little bit of something for myself.

And maybe that’s what Mason was.

I wasn’t a fool. I knew that Mason was a gorgeous guy and a little bit of a bad boy. What other kind of guy drives around in the car like The Beast and runs from the cops without even breaking a sweat? I saw the way that girls looked at him, and he had Samantha basically begging him for his attention. But I had his attention for now, and I was going to take advantage of it, for me. For once in my life, I wanted to be selfish.

“Layla!” My dad yelled from the living room.

“Yeah?”

“I think your date is here.”

That seemed odd. There is no way that The Beast would be able to pull in the driveway without me hearing the engine.

I walked out of the bedroom and through the hall towards where my dad was sitting in front of the TV. It looked like he was editing another one of his books.

“Oh, wow!” Dad said as he looked up over his computer. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks Dad,” I said, not able to wipe the grin off my face.

“I heard a car pull up,” he said tilting his head towards the front door.

I scurried over to the door and looked through the peek-a-boo window. To my surprise, sitting in my driveway was a limousine, not The Beast.

What the hell, I muttered.

I pulled open the front door, just as I saw Mason’s shiny leather foot shoot out of the backseat of the limo. He stood up, adjusted his jacket and smiled towards me.

He barely looked like himself, wearing crisp, black tuxedo with a tiny tie wrapped around his neck. His hair was slick with gel and in his hand was a plastic box that contained a white and green corsage.

He strutted up the driveway, his shoes tapping every step of the way.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more gorgeous,” Mason said as soon as he was up to the door. He leaned in and put an arm around the small of my back.

“Um, hey, don’t,” I said awkwardly, pointing back erratically towards my living room. I didn’t want to tell him to take his hands off of me. In fact, I would’ve loved more than anything for him to touch me more, but I didn’t want to cause any issues with my dad. “My dad,” I whispered.

Mason nodded and smiled. “Should I come in or wait right here?”

“Oh, hello,” My dad said. He snuck up behind me and was eying Mason up and down.

Mason grinned and held out his right hand. “Hello Mr… uh… sir,” he stuttered.

Fuck, I thought. I had never thought to tell him my last name.

“Mr. Fox,” Dad said.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Fox.”

Dad’s head tilted up and down Mason, ignoring his hand. “So you go to OC High?”

“No, I—“

“I told you that he’s Amanda’s friend, Daddy,” I interrupted. “Please don’t give Mason a hard time.”

“You didn’t tell me that he was older. How old are you anyway?”

“22, sir.”

“22?! You’re 22 years old?”

“Dad, please,” I said forcefully. “It’s my prom night. Please don’t ruin it for me.”

Dad swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I want you back at ten on the dot”

“The Prom doesn’t even end until 12.”

“Layla…”

“Dad, please. This is my one night. Just trust me. And Mason is a good guy, I swear.”

Mason smiled. “I can have her back by 10 if that’s what you want, Sir.”

Dad seemed to lighten up a little from Mason’s politeness. “12am is fine but no later. And no funny business, okay?” He pointed a stiff finger at Mason.

“Of course not, Sir.”

Mason held his hand out again, and this time my dad shook.

Dad went back to the couch, and I shut the front door.

“Do you have everything?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

We stepped off of the foyer and Mason turned. “Oh hell, I almost forgot this.” He pulled open the plastic box and pulled the corsage over my hand.

“It’s beautiful. Thanks.” I looked over to the limo where Benny was standing outside, leaning against the driver’s side door. “I thought you would bring The Beast.”

“You’ve already been in The Beast. You deserve to ride in something special for your prom night.” Mason shrugged. “Besides, Benny had this old thing gathering dust in his warehouse. I promised him I’d race the next sprint if he drove us around for the night.”

“Wow…” Benny said as we approached the limo.

“What do you think?” Mason asked.

He shook his head at me. “When I first saw you, you looked like a girl, but now you look like a woman.” He looked up at Mason. “Keep this one close.”

Mason chuckled. “Don’t worry, I will.”

We slid inside of the last compartment of the Limo, Benny pulled us out of the driveway and we started for the Prom.

* * *

The Prom was bumping with bodies.

Amanda and Russell Blake were practically freak dancing on the center floor, and Caleb with his new girl, a cute freshman that mysteriously had all the same traits of Amanda, were standing by the serving table drinking fruit punch.

It was pretty neat to see people I had studied with the last few years, some I had even studied with since kindergarten, dancing and letting loose. Still, something about it seemed a little stale for some reason. It had no edge, and I was pretty certain it was only a matter of time before a member of the teaching staff broke Amanda and Russell apart to prevent any unwanted pregnancies for the night.

Half of the girls at the Prom had been staring at Mason since the moment we walked in—even the female teachers couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, and as we twisted and shook our bodies to the pop music that blasted overhead, I felt like the luckiest girl in the room. Mason had rhythm, and the way he moved his body made him seem even sexier than I already thought he was.

“Phew,” Mason breathed as another song wound down. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I could feel when he touched me that my skin was already forming a film of sweat. “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.

“You guess so?” he asked.

I shrugged. “It’s just that—“

“Mason Greene,” a voice squawked from behind him.

Mason turned to see Mr. Watson standing with a mischievous grin on his face. “Mr. Watson?”

“Surprised to see you back at OC High,” he said.

“Wow. Surprised to see you still working here too.” Mason motioned towards me. “I came here with Layla.”

“Layla?” Mr. Watson asked. He adjusted his glasses as he looked back and forth between Mason and I. “She must be what? 5 or 6 years your junior?”

“I’m four years older than her, Mr. Watson.”

“Hmm,” he said, and then he leaned close to me. “Watch out for him. He had a pretty bad reputation for detention… and ladies, when he was in my class.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

“Come on, Mr. Watson,” Mason said. “You were always my favorite teacher. Now you’re trying to do me like that?”

“You were a good student, except the times when you were naughty, but with all due respect Mr. Greene, you’re probably the oldest guy here at the prom who isn’t a chaperone.”

Mason’s lips were held in a firm, straight line. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Watson.” He reached down for my hand and started walking me towards the serving table.

“Mr. Watson is crazy,” I said.

“He’s a good guy at heart,” Mason said. “I can understand he’s looking out for you. Hell, there were a lot of times back in my day when he let me off the hook for all the little shit that I did.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to talk to you like you’re a predator.”

“No,” Mason said, “but did you expect anything less? Maybe in a couple years people won’t think much of our age difference, but as long as you’re a teenager, people are going to be judgmental.”

“A couple years, huh? You think we’ll be together for a couple years?”

Masons head jerk around fast, a cocky grin on his lips. “Oh, so we’re together now?”

I huffed. “I don’t know what we are.” I slipped my hand inside of his. “But I sort of hope it doesn’t go away anytime soon.”

I could see a little bit of red build in Mason’s cheeks. “Punch?” he asked, lifting a plastic cup off the table.

I nodded, and he spooned a cup full of the red, velvety liquid, handed me the cup, and then began spooning his own. It was delicious.

Mason looked across the room to a small area where a photographer was taking Prom shots. “Do you want to go have our photo taken?”

I looked down into my cup of punch, swirled it around a bit and let out a sigh. “Not really. To be honest with you, I don’t really feel right here.”

Mason straightened his body. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“It’s just...” I looked out to the swarms of bodies all dressed in identical attire, the men all wearing tuxedos and the girls wearing copycat dresses. Basically the only thing that was different was the colors. Off to the side of every corner was a teacher or chaperone standing with their arms cross, eyeing every student, making sure that nothing happened that they didn’t approve of. It was such a far cry to the freedom atmosphere that I experienced at the Bluff and all the other time I had spent with Mason. “I feel kind of claustrophobic here or something.”

Mason looked at his watch. “It’s only 10pm. We’ve still got a couple hours.”

I twisted my lips. “I’d rather spend that time just with you.”

Mason couldn’t hide his smile. “Are you sure? I mean this is your Prom. You only get one Senior Prom.”

I glanced over to Mr. Watson who was standing with a few other teachers, all looking stiff and smug, eying everyone down. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

Mason placed his hand on the table and leaned while he stared out to the crowd and chugged down his fruit punch. He made a refreshing sigh, licked his lips and sat his cup down on the table.

“You wanna be alone, huh?” Mason asked.

I nodded.

He grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the hallway. “I know somewhere that we can go.”

“Where?” I asked as I threw my punch into a trash can that was right in front of the hallway entrance.

He took another look back towards the crowd. “Just pretend that we’re going to the restroom.”

We continued past the restrooms, Mason constantly glancing behind us to see if anyone was following, and towards an unlit hallway.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.”

“So? We’re not going to hurt anything.”

“But—“ I cut myself off and decided not to protest any further. That was what I wanted, after all… freedom. The whole idea of rules was to prevent people and their property from getting hurt, and maybe his assessment was right. If we weren’t going to hurt anything, what was the problem?

“Fuck,” Mason said as we came upon a set of double doors that had a chain across the handles. “They locked it?”

“The lunchroom?” I asked. “You want to take me to the lunchroom?”

“No, it leads to…” He shook his head. “Come on. I know another way.”

I followed him back the other direction until we passed the school library, and when we passed Mr. Watson’s homeroom I got a little bit of a chill up my spine. I’m sure he would have loved to catch us sneaking around the school when we weren’t supposed to.

Eventually, Mason brought me towards a door that exited towards the track area.

“What are we going to do out here?”

“We’re still not there yet.” I gripped his hands as we circled the school close to the wall, and eventually the school football field came into view. “Over here.” He pointed towards the field.

“It’s always locked up after school,” I said. I knew because there had been a huge problem a couple years back, with students sneaking into the field, doing drugs, and tearing up the green. The school had since made the area off limits when there was no game in progress or school wasn’t in session.

“That’s why it’s safe. No security over the fence.”

“Over the fence?” I asked. “Don’t tell me…”

Mason pulled up to the tall chain fence that blocked the entrance to the field. On each side of the long fence were bleachers blocking out entrance to the rest of the field. He took a couple looks behind him and started climbing, the fence clanging each step of the way.

“Mason,” I said. “I won’t be able to get up there.”

“Yeah, you will,” is all he said. He scrambled to the top in a matter of seconds and then shimmed over to where the fence almost met the bleachers. He squatted with one of his feet on the top of the fence and the other on the bleacher seat that was parallel, then reached his hand towards me.

I looked behind me, expecting anyone to show up at any time and catch us. “I don’t know about this Mason. What if you drop me?”

“I won’t drop you. Come on.”

I sighed and put a foot on the fence, then grabbed on to his hand. Turns out, I didn’t even need the foot support of the fence. Mason just lifted me up with his arm like I was a baby.

“Grab me,” he said when had me all the way up.

I threw one arm over his shoulder and around his waist, then squeezed my arms around him as he lifted his body up straight then twirled around and stepped so that both of his feet were on the bleachers. He bent his knees slightly and I hopped off.

He flashed me a grin. “Not so bad, right?”

“I guess not, but why did you bring me here of all places?”

Mason shrugged as he started walking down the bleachers towards the grass. “You wanted to be alone, and I wanted to look back at some memories.”

“Memories in the football field?” I asked as I followed him. “Did you bring other girls back here or something?”

“No,” Mason laughed. “I used to play ball for the Wildcats.”

“What? You played ball? I thought you liked cars…”

“I love cars, but it wasn’t ‘til after Junior year that I got my first heap of metal. Before then I was the captain of the football team.”

“What?” I slapped him on the back of the shoulder. “You’re kidding me.”

Mason’s feet touched the grass below and he turned around towards me and started running backwards. He fell back several paces, swung his arm back, and launched it forward like he was throwing a football. “I was varsity quarterback for 3 years, the first rookie to go varsity, and we were regional champions all three seasons.”

“What? So why did you quit?”

“I already told you,” he said. “I got my first car right before senior year started. I didn’t have time to put into my car and go to practice at the same time. It was a tough choice, but I figured football would only last another year, then maybe college ball after that. Eventually I’d be too old to play, and I would’ve wasted all that passion on something that I couldn’t participate in anymore. But I can always modify and drive fast cars. I can do that ‘til I’m 80 if I want.”

“That’s one way of looking at things.”

Mason latched back onto my hand and we walked further out towards the center of the field. “Do you like football?” he asked.

“It’s okay, I guess. To be honest, I had a lot more fun at the races though.”

“Good.” He turned towards me and pulled me in closer, wrapping his hands around the small of my back. “Because I haven’t thrown a football since you were in middle school.”

His eyes were full of passion as they travelled towards me, and again it felt like slow motion—every time felt like slow motion—as he leaned over and pushed his lips into mine. I could taste the fruit punch on his lips, and far in the background, I could hear the faint sound of the Prom music traveling through the air.

He rubbed his hands up and down my back, then travelled down towards my ass, squeezing hard as my palms were placed firmly on his chest. I inhaled deeply when I felt his strong hands gripping onto my fleshy cheeks. I didn’t usually wear thongs, but I had that day so my panty line wouldn’t show through the fabric of my dress, and just the simple knowledge that he was so close to touching the bare skin of my butt cheeks instantly turned me on.

He pulled away, just like he always did, frustrating me more than anything, and when I opened my eyes, I could see his lips smeared with the red lipstick that I had been wearing. He looked like a clown—the most handsome clown I had ever seen.

“Can you handle a man like me?”

I giggled. Not really because of his question, but because the question seemed so ridiculous with my makeup smeared on his face. His passionate look turned into a confused frown, so I quickly answered to avoid ruining the situation. “I don’t know. I’ve only dated boys. I’ve never had a man before.”

Mason squinted a little, and his eyes looked almost sinister. He lifted his watch from behind his back and glanced at it. “We’ve got a little more time before I have to take you back. Maybe I can show you a man.”

Before I could even reply, Mason scooped me up in his arms and I squealed. He took one more glance through the fence that led the school, then rounded a corner of the bleachers.

“Mason where are you taking me?”

“Shhhh,” he whispered as he sat me down on a patch of shadowy grass beside the bleachers.

“Mason—“ I tried to say again.

He silenced me with his lips, pushing me back gently with one hand behind me head to comfort my fall. I immediately forgot all my fears, again tasting the fruit punch on his lips and smelling the delicious smell that was him.

“Mason,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

“I want you,” he whispered back. He trailed his lips down my cheek then all over my neck, kissing me on both sides and front and center. “I want you so much,”

I rubbed my hands across his neck and over his strong shoulders as he pelted me, and then suddenly I felt his hand slip under my dress and onto my thigh.

“Mason!” I gasped. “We’re outside. Someone might see.”

“Shhh,” he whispered again. “It’s dark. There’s no one out here, and even if there was, there’s no way they’d see us.” He pushed up and kissed me again, slowly weaseling his hand back up my dress.

My cheeks were burning, and as nervous as I was, I couldn’t push him away again. I wanted him too, and even if someone ended up seeing us, it didn’t even matter to me at that point. I wanted him to have me, inside, outside, however he wanted me.

His fingers found the lace of my thong, and when I felt the pressure against the center of my panties, I gurgled a sound that probably sounded more like pain than pleasure, but it was just because it was so shocking to have fingers other than my own touch me there after such a long period of time.

“Damn, your panties are soaked,” he hissed.

“What?!” My eyes shot open, and I tried to push myself up to my shoulders, feeling embarrassment flood over me, but he was quick to calm me with a kiss and ease me back flat on the ground.

“I don’t want you to worry,” he whispered as his finger trailed gently up and down fabric of my panties. “I don’t want you to worry about anything when you’re with me. Just you be you, and let me have all of you.”

His words felt like nectar dripping off his tongue, and they seemed to pierce my eardrums with the intense pleasure zinging between my legs.

His hands gripped on to the sides of my thong, and he skillfully pulled it off me with one swift swoop, and then he climbed on top of me straddling, and I could hear him rustling with his pants.

I opened my eyes, and he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket, a shiny, square, wrapper coming into view.

Shit, I thought. He was going to fuck me. I mean, I wanted him to, and there was no way I was going to stop it from happening, but I wasn’t mentally prepared. And outside on the High School football field during my Senior Prom? My heart was going faster than the night that we were running from the cops.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, then grabbed for his belt, wanting to help him and not wanting to look like some passive little girl who did nothing but lay there like a dead fish. He pulled down his zipper and opened his pants, and his cock sprang out like it had a metal spring attached to it.

Holy fuck. He was huge. It was nothing like my ex-boyfriend Samuel, and if anything I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to take it. Even the rubber of the condom seemed to be having a hard time as it stretched out like an overblown balloon as he rolled it over his massive cock.

He lifted my dress and stared down at my pussy. “Damn,” he said, biting his lower lip.

I immediately felt shy and closed my eyes, willing myself not to freak out. It wanted him to see me, but I wasn’t used to being exposed, and having a guy as perfect at Mason look at me was so much more intimidating than my ex-boyfriend.

I gripped on to the grass below me, waiting for him to come inside. Then, I felt him put his hands under the crevice of my knees, lifting and pushing them back at the same time. At any second, I thought he was going to push inside me, but instead my legs just kept moving back, and then I felt like I was being lifted into the air by my legs.

I flicked my eyes open to see what was going on and Mason was pulling me up to him while he sat on his knees, and before I could even process it, I was practically upside down with my pussy against his mouth. His tongue immediately touched my clit, and it was so intense that my legs clenched around his head, hard. But that didn’t seem to stop him. He just moved his tongue up and down my folds, lapping it up like he really enjoyed it.

Fuck, it felt good. My ex thought the idea of eating a girl out was gross and never tried to initiate it, but he was a boy and Mason was a man—a man who seemed to be enjoying every minute of my intimate parts on his lips.

Up and down his tongue went, and I relaxed the tension in my legs as my body got used to the incredible sensation. His tongue was warm, and I could feel the subtle texture on the top tugging at my clit every time he went across it. He alternated from licking to twiddling my clit, and then suddenly he jammed his tongue deep inside me. Round and round he rubbed his tongue around my walls before he suddenly pulled out and sucked my clit in his mouth, twiddling it up and down rapidly.

The sensation was so intense that I didn’t even have time to prepare for the orgasm that shot through my body. It seemed to come out of nowhere. I whimpered a little when it came, trying my best not to make any loud noises, but I couldn’t control my body’s erratic movements, jerking in every direction.

Mason lapped at me as I continued to convulse, and when the shudders died down, he finally eased my body back down and breathed heavily, his head swaying as if he were suddenly drunk.

A second later he crawled back on top of me and pulled my chin to him, staring me directly in the eyes.

“You’re so amazing,” he whispered, then took his lips into mine. He wasted no time giving me his tongue, and I could smell and taste my juices all over him. For some reason, that just turned me on even more.

He was still kissing me when I felt the tip of his cock press against the opening of my pussy, and I jerked away to take a deep breath and brace myself for what was coming.

“Ohhh,” I moaned as he pushed himself partially inside. My teeth were clenched at the pressure against my walls, and I could definitely feel my pussy stretching. I felt like something was on the brink of tearing at any minute, but when he pushed himself the rest of the way inside, nothing happened. I was just full. Incredibly full, and I couldn’t move an inch without the feeling of my muscles clenching down on him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.”

He pulled himself out halfway then eased himself in again, then again. Each timed causing my pussy to clench but also helping me to get used to the invasion. The movements were slow and purposeful, and I was drowning in the smell of sweat that was starting to build.

“Look at me,” he said.

That’s when I noticed that my eyes were closed and my head was tilted to the side.

“Look at me,” he said again and gripped my chin, causing me turn back toward him and look him in the eye. “Yes. I want to see you just like this.”

His eyes were so close to mine and he looked down on me with a look that almost seemed manic. He pulled out again and pounded into me with a hard stroke, causing me to whine a little, then he started in a rhythmic motion, pushing and pulling in and out of my pussy, causing me to shift in the grass every time he went inside.

His belt jingled as he stroked. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, never taking his eyes off of me. He pushed into me harder and faster, and soon the sound of his skin slapping against mine added to the melody of our sex. If there was anyone else around, they would’ve definitely heard us.

“Oh fuck,” I cried, feeling another orgasm about to burst out of nowhere. Mason leaned down to kiss me, but he was moving so fast that he only caught my bottom lip. He sucked on it, and I didn’t try to correct the kiss because I was soon lost in an explosion of energy that was ripping through my body like the Big Bang. My whole body trembled, and my vision went black. I could hear clattering coming from somewhere, and a second later I realized that my teeth had been chattering almost like I had an out of body experience.

“Yes, baby!” Mason grunted and pulled his head back and tilted it into the air. He slammed into me three of four more times with such a force that felt like he was driving my ass into the soft dirt of the field. “Fuckkkkk,” he moaned.

He collapsed on to me, and I tensed my jaw, trying to stop my teeth from chattering and regain my lost composure. We both breathed heavily, and I lifted my hands out of the grass, realizing only then that, with all the dirt rammed under my hands, I had nearly dug two holes on each side of me.

Eventually Mason pushed himself up on his hands and looked down to me. “Wow,” he said. “That was amazing.”

I stared at him, still feeling short of breath.

He got back to his knees, and I could feel his cock slide out of me, causing me to have a weird empty feeling inside.

“Oh shit,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“The condom broke.”