His Nasty Little Pussy

Prom Night DP

Most people noticed Erica fall into the water. The vast majority even realized that she was tangled in the anchor rope. But no one did anything. There were a dozen people on the pontoon boat and twice as many on the beach. Nobody moved.

Nobody except for Shawn.

His eyes hardening, he sprinted toward the pier, his feet resounding loudly on the wooden planks. At the end was the MacDonald kid sitting astride the jet ski he never shared with anyone. Shawn removed his sneakers and tossed his sunglasses away before grabbing the chubby teen and pushing him into the water.

“Hey!”

He ignored him; he was wearing a life vest and would float up within seconds. Erica didn’t have this luxury. Shawn jumped on the watercraft and fired up the engine. The party boat was in the middle of the lake and he sped toward it. He had to hurry before she drowned!

He’d been on his own, a hundred yards away from the partying teenagers on the beach. He liked the music and the atmosphere but since he was the new kid they weren’t his crowd. Hell, he didn’t have a crowd, never had. He had always been a loner which had given him a great sense of observation.

This was the reason he’d noticed Erica falling into the lake. As the most popular cheerleader in school, he’d sort of had her crush on her. Then again, everyone did. She was gorgeous, everybody’s dream girl. And yet, no one was moving a muscle to help her.

The people on the pontoon were all agape, frozen. They were standing around in their trendy bathing suits, holding Dixie cups filled with boozy cocktails, and not doing a single worthy thing. Shawn felt contempt for them. Most of all, he was disgusted by Lucas who was watching the water dumbfounded. As Erica’s boyfriend, he should have been the first to jump after her.

Now that he was close enough, Shawn turned off the engine and dove sideways into the lake. The water was cold as well as murky and he couldn’t see 10 feet ahead. It didn’t matter, he followed the anchor rope down, kicking his legs to sink as fast as possible.

He rarely prayed but that’s exactly what he was doing right now, wishing he would get to her in time before she died.

He had no idea how deep he was when he finally reached her. She was flailing madly, trying to get out of the rope’s death grip. White oxygen bubbles streamed out of her mouth, panic vigorously signing her death warrant.

Shawn placed himself in front of her so she could be soothed by his presence. He came closer, took a few seconds to look at how the rope was tangled around her, and went to work. He grabbed her around the waist to make her stop thrashing and used his free hand to unwind the rope from her body.

A scary thought came to him: she wasn’t releasing bubbles anymore. She was out of air!

He finished taking the rope off of her, which wasn’t easy considering the anchor was quite heavy. Then, he held her against him and kicked his legs. The two of them started to rise.

The climb took forever but eventually, they broke the surface. Shawn gasped and took a deep breath, suddenly euphoric about breathing fresh air again. However, Erica didn’t make a sound. He swam toward the boat, bringing her with him.

“Here, grab her!”

Lucas was the one to reach him. As soon as he took hold of her hands and started pulling, she came back to life. She sputtered, launching into a coughing fit. All the drunk kids could think of doing was cheer.

* * *

As they tied down the pontoon to the pier, Shawn disembarked and fetched his shoes. Then he found his sunglasses. One of the lenses had cracked when he had discarded them.

“Great,” he mumbled.

“Shawn? It’s Shawn, right?”

He turned around to find Erica standing next to him. She was as good as new. She looked just as great too. Her bikini highlighted all her best features, from her sizable breasts to her long tanned legs and small ass. “That’s right.”

“I just want to thank you again for what you did. You saved my life.”

Lucas fell in behind her. “Yeah, thanks, bro. That was some James Bond hero shit.”

Shawn shrugged and pretended not to notice Lucas possessively putting his hand around her shoulders.

“Listen, is there anything I can do to thank you for saving my life?”

“Forget about it, it was my pleasure.”

“No, seriously. There’s got to be something.”

Although she didn’t mention it, it was known throughout the town that her parents were well-off and well-connected. Shawn knew that if he mentioned concert tickets or a good deal on an old car she’d have no trouble coming through for him. But there was something else he wanted. “There is one thing but I’m sure it’s out of the question.” “What is it?” she asked eagerly.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“No, forget it.”

“Come on, if I can do it it’s yours.”

“Okay, then will you go to the prom with me?”

Erica winced and she glanced at her boyfriend. “The thing is, Lucas and I have been planning to go together for over a year. Our parents are expecting us to.”

“Like I said, forget it.”

Shawn began walking away when she put a hand on his upper arm.

“Wait!”

“Changed your mind?”

“What about…” She looked up at Lucas and they had a silent conversation with their eyes. After he nodded, she said, “What about prom night?”

“What about prom night?”

“If I can’t go to the prom with you, maybe you can spend prom night with us.”

Shawn frowned. “Prom night? You know what that entails, don’t you? Or did you mean just going to a party?”

“I mean an intimate party with just the three of us.”

He was about to dismiss the whole idea maybe they were making fun of him but then he looked at Lucas. He nodded to him earnestly.

“You guys are serious?”

“We’re a modern couple and we like to have fun. And don’t worry, you guys aren’t gonna touch each other, just me. So, what do you think?”

Shawn’s eyes darted between them. If he couldn’t go out on a date with her, he might as well get to fuck her. * * *

It was almost midnight when the three of them entered the hotel room. Shawn had gone to the prom by himself. Mostly it was so he’d be able to say 20 years from now that he had gone to his senior prom. He’d observed the crowd and drank the substandard fruit punch which no one had dared to spike because the librarian/chaperone kept a keen eye on the bowl.

Now none of this mattered. He’d come to the hotel in his Jeep and had been relieved when Lucas and Erica hadn’t turned him away in the lobby. Instead, she brandished their overnight bag and the champagne bottle she’d brought and they made their way up.

“So we’re going through with this, uh?” he asked while Lucas locked the door.

“You better believe it. I’ve been horny all week thinking about it.”

She spun on her heels and wrapped her arms around Shawn’s neck. She pulled him down for a long, wet kiss. After a moment, Lucas joined them and pulled her away so he could also get in on this make-out session. He ran his hands up and down her frilly dress.

“Hold on,” she said. “I have to go get ready. Open the champagne, okay?”