Chapter Twenty-Three
Bethany
By the time Ransom and I found a little alcove, down the hall a bit from the ballroom, I had no interest in talking to him. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him eagerly, pressing my body against his. I had seen the faces of the people at the dance with us, and I didn’t think even one of them suspected that Ransom’s trick was a fake. They’d seen how shocked I was by the whole thing.
“Thank you. Thank you so much for everything,” I murmured against his lips. Ransom had done better than I ever could have imagined, in every way--from being the perfect fake boyfriend, covering for my gaffes, and now the proposal that had, I was sure, convinced everyone who had been at the dance with the exception of Jess, who knew the truth, that I had a man who loved me.
I kissed him again, and after a few moments Ransom started not just kissing me back, but he started to touch me through the material of my dress. Ever since the night before, I’d been thinking about how good it had been with him, and how much I wanted more. I knew it was stupid, but I wasn’t ready to go back to a celibate life just yet, not when I’d only just learned what it was really like to have real orgasms.
“Now that you know what you were missing, you’re turning into a little sex-addict,” Ransom murmured, as we got hotter and heavier.
I giggled and cuddled up closer to him, letting my hand stray downward between us.
“It’s a prom re-enactment, right? Someone should be fooling around in a closet somewhere,” I pointed out. I felt tipsy, but not on the punch we’d had through the evening. No, I was drunk on relief and happiness and giddiness at everything. I rubbed him lightly through his pants and Ransom moaned against my mouth, his hips starting to move in reaction. He pulled at my dress in the front, getting it up enough to be able to reach under the hem, and before too long we were fooling around seriously, getting truly hot and heavy with each other and trying to get each other more and more turned on without taking off our clothes.
“God, I can’t wait to get you alone,” he murmured. “Come on--let’s ditch the dance and just go back to the room.”
I shook my head and unzipped his fly, reaching in to find he had nothing underneath his pants. Perfect. I started stroking his hot, hard cock, and he found a way to get my panties off of me to start rubbing me too, and I could feel myself getting tight, getting wetter and wetter, more and more turned on.
“Oh my god,” someone shouted, “they’re fooling around in here!”
“Who is it?” someone else asked.
I started to pull back and then remembered--almost too late--to tuck Ransom into his pants again, and zip up his fly. We both looked around until we spotted who’d walked in on us, and I almost started laughing right then and there, as Nadine and Katherine saw that it was me and Ransom.
“Sorry about that, ladies,” Ransom said, grinning like a cat who finally caught the canary. “We wanted to start celebrating early.”
The girls stared at us in shock for a moment longer and I wiped my lips, letting them think that even more had happened than what they’d walked in on. They shook their heads and scurried back to the dance, and that was when I started laughing.
“If they had any doubts, I think they’re gone,” I said.
Ransom pulled me to him and kissed me again.
“Let’s go back to the room,” he suggested, once we broke apart from each other.
“No--we should go back to the dance, at least for a little bit,” I said. “We need to be seen being decent there before we disappear for the night.”
Ransom looked disappointed, but he nodded agreement with my plan.
By the time we got back into the ballroom, it was obvious that whatever Katherine and Nadine had to say about the possibility that I was paying Ransom for the job of pretending to be my boyfriend, they’d changed their tune. A few people gave me some knowing looks, and I saw one guy hold up his hand for Ransom to high-five him.
I was embarrassed to realize that most of my classmates were finding out that I’d been caught fooling around with my fiancé, but at the same time I had to think that at least it was confirming the story I wanted them to believe. It was a total success, and I should have been completely happy--if not just from having pulled it off, then from the prospect of more sex with Ransom at the end of the night.
But I also knew that things were going to end soon. We didn’t have anything in common, and we lived in different places--there was no way we were going to keep in touch after this. There was maybe another day or two before we both went back to our lives.
“Attention everyone!” We all stopped dancing to look up at the stage, where one of the class officers had taken the DJ’s mic. “We just got word from the town that the roads out have been cleared, so we’ll all be able to leave on time tomorrow! The airfield is up and running, as well.”
Everyone cheered--even me and Ransom--but it just made me sadder.
I showed off my ring, and despite the heat simmering throughout my body, I tried to milk the time I had left at the dance. If the dance didn’t end, then it wouldn’t be the last night of the reunion, and I wouldn’t have to look ahead to a life without the pleasure that Ransom had given me in such a short time. I didn’t want to give up the thought of that--not yet. I wanted to live my pretend-life a little while longer.