Prom Date

Authors Note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proof reading.

Trigger warning. The mean girls aren't going to get any nicer. Some of what happens touched on some non-consensual situations.

Legal: All characters depicted in any sexual situation in this story are 18 years old or older.

"David, trust me. Just walk with me to chem after class, okay?" Andria whispered, as we sat in class Monday morning. "I know what happened and I think I know who did it. So, walk with me. I promise not to drag you off to a girls' bathroom, unless you want me to."

"I think I'm done with girls' bathrooms for a while," I whispered back.

"Mister Evers, do I need to send you to the office to shut you up this morning," the teacher asked?

"No ma'am," I answered, in embarrassment for getting called out in class.

When class was over Andria hung back until she could walk out with me. "I want to talk to you in private. No, I'm not setting you up. I want to help. But I also don't want to get caught at it, at least not yet."

"Get caught at what?"

"Helping you get back at the person that set you up at the prom."

"You think you know who it is?"

"I know who's been bragging about it, and who's been bragging, that she stuffed her panties in your mouth to shut you up. That good enough?"

"Okay. Good enough. Where do you want to talk?"

"You know that little park down the street? Meet me there after school. Go down the walking path. I'll meet you at the first rest bench. I'll be jogging, so just wait, I'll be there. I promise."

"Alright, I'll wait there," I answered, before we split apart to go to our separate classes.

---o---

"I thought I told you I didn't want you to go see her!" Erica said angrily, as we sat at lunch. "Yet you did it anyway."

"She said she knew who set me up, set us up. Erica. Listen. If they tie you in the boys locker room like they did me, you're not going to come out, the same as you went in."

"What do you mean by that. You mean I can't take care of myself?"

"Against a shower room full of boys? Not a chance."

"It's not like they'd do anything."

"yeah, right. Ricky would be more than happy to fuck you and then claim you begged him for it, and the rest of the guys will go along with it, because they're afraid of him. That what you want?"

"Well, no! But still. Can't we just drop it?"

"Not until I get them put away. One of the girls has a hardon for me. She wants me suspended. I don't know why, but she does. I think I know who it is. I know who did this, but I don't know for sure who the ringleader is. She's the one I need to get to. I need something on her, that I can use to make her stop."

"But it's not safe. If you guess wrong, think about what could happen to you!"

"I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about you."

"So worried about me that you'd spend the whole day at her house, probably fucking her silly. Is that how you show me you're worried about me?"

"Come on, it's just sex."

"No David! It's not just sex. I know her. I know what she wants. I know that she wants you. That she isn't going to stop trying, until she wins you. Is that what you want? To be with her? Or to be with me?"

"Well, you of course."

"No, not of course! I don't think you really know who or what you want. When you're with me, you love me and you want me. I know you love me. I can see it and feel it. But when you're with her, I'm afraid that you feel same for her. You can't have both of us. You can only love one of us. No love triangles. You decide you want me, or you let me go. That's the choice."

"Just let me get you safe first. Then I can worry about who I love and wanna be with."

"It doesn't work that way. You either let this go and be with me, or I'm not sure I can be with you. Do you understand me? I'm not joking. You choose. Now!"

"Erica, I love you. I have to protect you!"

"Fine." She said, as she stood up and climbed from the table bench. "I don't want to see you, until you can decide that what we said the other night is true. You want me for me, no holds, no reservations, no secrets. We're partners in everything. Until you can be that, I think we shouldn't spend time together."

"Erica!" I said, standing up to stop her.

"NO! I mean it!" she said, pushing me on the chest to make me sit back down. She walked away angrily. I wanted to follow but something held me back. Maybe letting her go this way, a public breakup, is a good way to keep her safe. If whoever is doing this thinks we're broken up, maybe, just maybe, she'll be safer.

"That was brutal," Chris said, from across the table.

"Oh, shut up!" I said, as I sat down.

"Come on man. Tell me that didn't hurt. You've been playing both ends of this for long enough. I wish I had one girl that cared for me, as much as she does, and you have two fighting over you. You need to decide who you want and what you want."

"What, now you're my shrink?"

"No man, just your friend. That girl loves you. I don't know about Lilly, but THAT girl loves you."

"And as long as she does, she's a target. I don't want her to be a target."

"And you're willing to lose her to try and keep her safe? I don't know if that's love or just plain stupid." He said, shaking his head. "As if things weren't confusing enough..." He said, as Lilly walked toward us.

"Can I sit down?"

"You sure you want to be seen with me? You've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

"Oh, that you shackled yourself in the girls locker room just so you could flash your dick at the girls? Yeah, I've heard it. I doubt anyone believes it, but I've heard it. I also saw what just happened. If she doesn't want to stand by you, I will."

"It's not that. She doesn't want me to go after whoever it is."

"Well, I for one think it's a good idea to get whoever it is. They're hurting me, by hurting you. I want them taken down too."

"Andria thinks she knows who the ring leader is."

"Andria?"

"Simons? Soccer player. She sits next to me in first hour."

"Oh yeah. She's the one that started the panty thing."

"Yeah. That's her."

"So, she thinks she knows?"

"Uh huh. Wants to meet me at the park after school."

"You sure it isn't a trap?"

"What can she do to me in the park? Yeah, I think she's on the level. So far, she's been pretty supportive of me. The panty thing and all. So, I might as well hear what she has to say."

"I wish I could go with you, but I have to make up a test after school."

"You?"

"Yeah. I sorta flunked one. Too busy thinking about you I guess." She said, as the bell rang. "Be careful, okay?" She said, before kissing me on the cheek and then walking away. I headed for class, my mind a swirl of mixed emotions.

---o---

It was well past four, when she finally showed up. She was wearing running shoes, a pair of really skimpy nylon running shorts and tank top, all of which allowed a lot of her tall, slender, toffee colored body to show. She stopped in front of me and bent over, breathing hard as she held her knees. The front of her shirt bagged down, allowing me to see a lot of her dark breasts, almost to her charcoal-colored nipples. It brought back pleasant thoughts of the night I gave her panties back to her, and the two times we had sex in my room that night.

"Wasn't sure you'd be here," she panted. "Come on, walk with me." She straightened up and started walking down the gravel path away from me, leading deeper into the wooded park.

I got up and followed.

"Lyetta Stone." She said, as I caught up with her. "She's been bragging that she stuffed her panties into your mouth and also that she thought up the idea of the camera for prom."

"Well, at least part of it is true. She did stuff her underwear in my mouth when they had me shackled in the showers."

"Well, that's not a surprise. But you haven't told anyone, have you?"

"Nope. Told everyone they blindfolded me."

"Because of Erica?"

"Uh huh."

"So how would you like to put her in a position that would protect Erica?"

"I'd love to, but I don't know how."

"I do. She's a friend of mine, sorta. I know a secret about her. Something we can use against her."

"Why?"

"Why what? Help you?"

"Yeah. I mean, if she's your friend."

"Friend in the way that we're both girls, both black and both run in the same circles. That's about as far as it goes."

"Alright. So how do you think we can put her in a position I can use?"

"How about on her back, with your cock in her?" She said with a chuckle. "She absolutely HATES white dudes. She's such a fucking racist bitch. She thinks that white guys are the worst."

"So, you want to set it up so a white guy is fucking her? How does that even work. All I'd do is get arrested for raping her."

"Not if I have a video that shows her begging you to fuck her," she said.

"And how are we going to do that?"

"I said, I know her secret. She has a boyfriend, but she cheats on him all the time, and she thinks he doesn't know. What she likes is kinky sex. She likes to get fucked while she's tied up, AND she's bi."

"So, you tie her up and I fuck her, and still get arrested for rape."

"Not if I get her on video, begging you to fuck her."

"Alright, still waiting. How?"

"I tell her I want to try doing a girl, but I'm nervous and will only do it if she's blindfolded and tied up. That I saw some video where two girls did each other that way, and it was really interesting. Of course, I'm not going to get tied up. I have to get her to go first. Then you come in, give her oral sex until she begs you to fuck her, thinking it's me with a strap on."

"And I fuck her and then have a video of her climaxing on a white guys dick. Might work. IF you can set it up."

"I can almost guarantee I can. All I need to do is figure out what night. Mom and dad are gone tomorrow until late. If I can, I'll do it then."

"And what do you get out of this?"

She turns to look back down the path. "I'll take a down payment now, more to come later!" she said, as she pulled me off the path into the bushes. She pulled me twenty or so feet into the brush and then pulled her shirt up and off. She quickly pulled her sports bra off and hung it on the bush next to her top. "Well?" She said as she pushed her shorts and underwear down to her knees. "We don't have all day."

"Sex? That's your price?"

"Haven't had a good fuck since you gave me these panties back. Seems like fair payment. But this is just the down payment. I want a whole night, as many times as I can get you up."

I thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a good enough trade, if I could finally shut this shit down and keep Erica safe. I undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles.

Andria just grinned and turned her back to me. She bent over and rested her hands on her knees, pushing her ass out at me. Her pussy lips were black as coal and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. I shuffled behind her and rubbed my dick head up and down her slit, spreading her lips and spreading her moisture all around. I took the time to make sure to work myself all the way down to her clit, and rub the tip of my head over her hard little nub, making her gasp in surprise and excitement.

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck yes. Fuck me baby. Fuck my hot little cunt." She moaned softly, as I pushed my engorged head between her lips and into her wetness. I didn't press far, knowing that my cock was anything but lubricated yet, so I started to stroke short, slow strokes, working my head deeper into her with each push. She pushed back against me in time with my strokes and before too many, my body was pressing against her black bubble butt. I held her hips and started to stroke into her, with long, slow, deep strokes at first. I watched her tits hanging below her chest begin to swing as my thrusts made her whole body move.

"Harder baby. Fuck me harder. You don't have to be sweet and nice like last time. Just fuck me hard and fast!" She said as she reached one hand back toward me. I reached for her arm and then reached for the other, pulling them back so that she was more upright. I drove hard into her, thrusting hard up into her pussy with each stroke. She gasped and panted, as I worked my shaft so deep into her that I could feel my head hitting the end of her vaginal depths. In and out I thrust, feeling my orgasm growing by the moment.

"That's It baby. That's so good." She moaned loudly. "Fuck me. Let me feel you pumping my cunt full of you."

"Uh huh." Was all I could say, as I continued to drive into her. I felt her pussy clench around me only a few dozen strokes later, her pussy squeezing around me as her body jerked and spasmed slightly.

"That's it. Come for me." She begged breathlessly. "God yes, come for me!" she said again, her voice rising in pitch to a squeak, moments before my body jerked and started unloading in her. I stood behind her, panting, as my body jerked and spasmed, pumping shot after shot of cum deep in her pussy. One, two, three powerful shots filled her, each shot drawing a satisfied gasp from her. "Ohhhh yes, that's it David! That's what I wanted. I can't wait to let you do this to me all night long."

"Why?" I panted.

"Because you're a good fuck, why else?"

"No, why are you helping me? Why the panties thing?"

She shook my hands off her arms and then pulled off my, now shrinking, dick. She turned around to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling her bare chest to mine. She pressed her tits against my chest, as she leaned her face to mine and gave me a soft, gentle kiss. "My daddy, he says that white man is just out to hold us down, to use us and toss us away. You...you've never been anything but nice to me. When I needed some help in class, you helped, no expectations, no questions. That isn't the kind of person my daddy makes white men out to be. When I saw Lynette playing that video at the prom, that was a black girl taking advantage of a white guy. That isn't what I was taught was right. I wanted to make sure you knew that not all black girls were like her."

"And now?"

"I like you. Oh, don't get a big head and think I want to run off with you or anything like that, but I consider you a friend, and friends should help each other. What they did to you, that was just plain nasty. She deserves what she gets, and trust me, getting fucked by a white guy will be the worst thing I can think for her. She hates white guys. She's not a very nice person."

"But you're friends, right?"

"Like I said, we're girls and we're black. She thinks that makes us automatic friends. Black girls stick together and all that shit. Is that good enough?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"Good. Now I better get moving." She said, as she let go of me and stepped back. She started to dress and watched my face as she put her clothes back on. "Don't worry. You can see as much of me as you want, when we spend the night together."

"Sure," I answered, as she stepped to me, now dressed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll let you know when, but I think tomorrow night." She said, before she disappeared into the bushes.

---o---

After dinner, mom changed the bandages on my wrists, and they were looking a lot better, though she wanted me to leave them on a few more days, to reduce the chances that I'd scratch the scabs off and leave more visible scars.

"I think I'm going to head off to bed." I said, as the news came on.

"Are you going to shower?" She asked, as I was nearly out of the room.

"I usually do in the morning." I answered.

"I know Patty helped you the last couple days. With her not here, how are you going to keep those dry?"

"I...um...good question."

"If you want help, just let me know. I'm not sure I can help as much as Patty and Mary, but I'm sure we can manage something."

"Um...okay. Sure." I said, before walking out of the room. What was she thinking? Did she know I'd had sex with Patty and Mary? Or had she only caught me having sex with Mary? Even so, was she suggesting that she get in the shower with me? I wasn't at all sure what to think, as I headed up to get ready for bed.

---o---

The alarm went off in the morning and I groggily got up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I padded to the bathroom and took care of business, and then, standing and looking at myself in the mirror, I started to think about just how I was going to shower. She was right. There was no way I could do this unless I put bags on my hands, and then it'd be difficult to wash myself. I frowned and walked down the hall to her bedroom. I knocked softly, and heard her breathy response. "Yes?"

"Um...uh, last night..."

"You can come in David." She said softly, though the door.

I opened the door and she was sitting in bed, with the blanket pulled up over her chest, almost to her neck. She seemed to be breathing hard and her face looked flushed. For a moment i wondered if she was ill, but shook the thought away. "Last night, you said something about helping me shower. I don't know how..." I started to say.

"Not a problem. Give me just a minute or two and then you can come back. We'll use my shower, there's more room."

"Uhhhh...okay," I said, backing out of her room and closing the door. I stood outside the door and heard her get up and move around the room. Dresser drawers opened and closed and then after only a minute or so, the door opened. She stood in the doorway wearing a small bikini that I didn't even know she owned. I'd never seen her wear anything like it before and she looked surprisingly good in it. The tiny triangles barely covered the front of both her big tits, the triangles so small that I could see a sliver of one of her dark, tan areolae peeking past. The bottom of the bikini was...well...almost there. It was a string bikini, so other than the small triangle between her legs, there looked to be nothing but a few strings holding it in place. Her mound had a considerable amount of hair on it showing around the tiny triangle of material.

"Come on. We'll get this taken care of." She said, turning and walking toward the shower. Other than a few strings, from the back, she looked completely naked, her bare butt cheeks wiggling as she walked. Mom wasn't thin anymore; in fact, she had quite a few curves, but you'd expect that in a nearly fifty-year-old woman. But I had to admit, that for her age, she looked damn good. Almost as good as Missy! The sight of her and the sudden thought of Missy almost immediately had my dick getting hard.

"Shit," I swore to myself, as I walked after her, trying to will my dick to not get hard. Then it hit me. I was going to have to get naked! In front of mom! That made my dick get even harder for some reason. I stopped at the bathroom door while she stepped into the shower and turned the water on.

"Well? Come on. I do have to get ready for work too, you know."

"Um...sure," I said, stepping into the bathroom and standing awkwardly.

"You going to take those off and get in?"

"I...um...I'm not sure..."

She stepped out of the shower, the bikini already soaking wet, allowing her areola and nipples to show through a lot more than when it was dry. She stepped to me and took my arms, sliding her hands down to mine. "I know this might be awkward, but just pretend I'm Patty. You didn't have any trouble being naked in front of her, right? Just do what you and Patty did and everything will work out alright. Okay?"

I doubted that she really wanted me to do what I did with Patty, but I didn't see any way around what was going to happen. She moved her hands to my pj's and pushed them down, my already hard dick that was tenting out the front, now sticking out lewdly toward her. She seemed to ignore the fact that I had a hardon, and reached for my hands again. She pulled me to the shower, lifting my hands to keep them out of the shower. She pulled me in until we were both under the water and then left me standing with my hands against the wall above the shower spray.