The cool, fresh night air was a relief as Will finally escaped the swelteringly hot gym of Lakeland High School. He took a moment to savor the feeling of the cool air on his skin, and reflect on the absurdity of trying to hold Prom in the school gymnasium. Sure, the original venue had discovered asbestos only a week before, but no one should be asked to endure this disaster as their senior prom.
Will looked around; the area was deserted apart from two members of the school staff. He caught the eye of a wrestling coach whose name he did not know. The coach gave a polite nod, which Will returned. Not prepared for the sauna back in the gym, but wanting to avoid making idle small-talk with a wrestling coach he knew only on sight, Will resolved to take a walk. He set off in the direction of the football field, in hopes of at least avoiding any unwanted entanglements.
The football field and the bleachers appeared completely deserted. "Just a quick break," Will told himself, planning to briefly sit and prepare for another journey into the kiln. As he approached the bleachers, he detected the distinct smell of cannabis wafting from somewhere nearby. Will's interest piqued, and he quickly abandoned his plan of sitting quietly by the empty football field.
Will took a few minutes to snoop around, hoping to discover the source of the inviting aroma, and crossing his fingers that they would be willing to share. His curiosity was quickly rewarded as he found his friend Becca enjoying a bowl barely concealed by the stands. She was wearing a deep blue dress and her short, dark hair was pinned elegantly to her head. Will noticed her dress also showed off her large breasts spectacularly. He cared for Becca, and valued her friendship, but he had always loved her tits.
A moment after he spotted Becca, she saw him,"Will!" she exclaimed; her eyes lit up at the sight of her friend, and she quickly motioned for him to join her. Will needed no further convincing, and stooped under the bleachers to join Becca, who immediately passed him her pipe. Will accepted gratefully, and took a long draw from the glass piece. The pot tasted excellent; Becca had always been reliable on that front.
"What are you doing out here?" she inquired as he passed the pipe back to her.
"Needed some air," Will offered as an explanation. "Prom in the fucking gym," he added ruefully.
"Right?" Becca agreed. "It's fucking gross in there. I'd take the asbestos any day." She rolled her eyes as she took another hit.
Will only nodded in response, before a more important question came to him: "wait, what are you doing out here all by yourself? What happened to your big date?" Becca had been attending prom with Sean McGrath, an enormous Linebacker from the football team with a scholarship to play at some shitty division three school. Everyone at Lakeland knew Sean, but nearly everyone also knew he was a jackass.
Becca rolled her eyes again, even more obviously this time, "that dumb fuck decided to pregame. He chugged a half a bottle of vodka, puked his guts out in the parking lot, and passed out in the back of his truck"
Will did his best to stifle a laugh. He felt bad for his friend, but it was hard not to laugh a bit at her misfortune. He had been so surprised, and more than a little disappointed when he heard about her choice of prom date.
"What the hell did you see in him anyway?" Will finally asked.
"Nothing. Believe me. Absolutely. Fucking. Nothing." Becca replied insistently, adding emphasis to each word, so as to remove any doubt.
"Then what was all this about?" Will's confusion only deepened, but he was relieved to discover his friend had at least not completely lost her mind.
Becca took another long hit from the pipe and exhaled before speaking from a thick cloud of smoke, "look, I know he's a douche, but he's a really hot douche, and I knew it would really piss off Claire."
There it was. Suddenly this all made sense. Becca and Claire had been close friends before a spectacular and very public falling out a year ago. Will had never been brave enough to ask Becca for details. Claire and Sean had dated for most of the year, and then split up just weeks ago.
"Wooooow," Will began. "Becca, I get it, but damn I never thought you'd go that far."
"Me either," Becca replied tonelessly, now speaking more to the ground than him. "My plan was just to do prom, hook up once, and then ditch him."
"You were going to fuck that guy!?" Will blurted out. Being petty was one thing, but this...
"Hey, slut shaming isn't cool!" Becca replied defensively.
"I'm not slut shaming," Will replied hurriedly, eager to clarify his disgust in her plans. "I never said a word about Luis, Brian, or Ty. Because they're good guys. Sean is not. You can't honestly even tell me you like him"
Becca nodded sullenly. "I know. I let it get out of hand for sure. It's for the best he's laying in the back of his truck covered in vomit."
Will got the sense Becca was even more glad than he was that her plan had not come to fruition. Once again, he felt for his friend. The pair sat in silence for a moment, each taking a deep drag from the pipe, which was finally finished.
"So why are you here alone? Plenty of girls would have come with you." Becca asked him as she cleaned out the glass pipe and stored it in her purse. Will could tell she was changing the subject, but felt she more than deserved the reprieve.
"Kinda got my heart set on a girl, and someone else beat me to it," Will replied, trying to avoid unnecessary details.
"Duuuude, I'm so sorry," Becca replied. Her face showed genuine sympathy, and she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. "assholes ruined senior prom for both of us," she added in an upbeat tone. Will appreciated her humor; he knew she was trying to cheer him up.
It was Becca's positivity that compelled him to speak, "same asshole, actually," he said. His heart pounded as he watched her expression move from one of confusion to a look of understanding. He held his breath and waited for her response.
"What!?" Becca asked weakly. "You wanted to ask me?" Will nodded in response, struggling to look her in the eye.
He felt her hand touch his cheek, and found the courage to look back at his friend. She was looking at him with a look he had never seen before.
"I wish you had," she said in the same weak voice. "we'd both be having a lot more fun tonight.'
The pair shared a silent moment, sitting together under the bleachers. Will felt a disorienting mixture of elation and disappointment. The notion that Becca wished he had asked her in time filled him with white-hot joy. The knowledge that prom night had arrived felt like a bucket of ice water.
Becca pulled out her phone, and glanced at it briefly. She placed it back in her purse and looked back to Will, "it's only 8:30, wanna be my prom date?"
Will could scarcely believe his ears. "What?" He managed to say. Certain he had heard her wrong.
Becca stood up, and leaned down, extending a hand to Will, "the night is young, let's go to prom together. Let's make tonight everything it was supposed to be," Will heard her words, but found himself unable to focus on her extended hand; her bending over afforded him an incredible view down her dress. The tits he had lusted over for years were right in front of his face. Becca immediately noticed his stare, and laughed, "yeah, yeah, enjoy the tits too," she said. Will was relieved his momentary loss of judgment was amusing rather than creepy. He took Becca's outstretched hand, and she pulled him up to stand in front of her.
Becca looked up at him. She was close enough that Will could count every freckle on her nose. She was smiling and biting her lower lip. "Ready?" She asked. Will could tell her excitement was as genuine as his own, and he gladly took her hand and the pair began to walk back towards the school. Will exchanged the same perfunctory nod with the unnamed wrestling coach as they re-entered the crowded gym.
The heat had only become more overbearing in the short time since Will had left, but he was now determined to endure. The beautiful girl holding his right hand tightly made him feel impervious to the heat and the powerful smell of sweat.
"So if we're making tonight everything we wanted..." Will started.
"That's the plan," Becca replied happily, giving his hand a squeeze.
"Does that mean I'm getting laid tonight?" Will could scarcely believe the words as they left his mouth, but once again, Becca gave no sign she objected to his query.
"You're a cocky bastard tonight," she said, still smiling broadly.
"Yeah, I think it's that weed you gave me," Will said smiling back at her.
"No promises," she whispered to him, so close to him that her lips brushed his ear, "but if you're as good of a prom date as I think you will be, a little of this pussy might be in your future."
Will felt his tuxedo pants tighten at Becca's reply, and his head spun as she placed a warm kiss on his cheek.
"Now come dance with me," She demanded as she pulled him to the dance floor. As they found an open spot to dance the relentless, pounding bass ended, and was promptly replaced with a slow song. Couples came together and singles seemed to evaporate from the floor.
"Come here," Will said, pulling Becca close to him. She seemed pleasantly surprised, and rested her head on his chest, as Will took her waist in one hand, and her hand in the other. Will was unsure what else to do, and began to sway gently back and forth, his body pressed against hers.
"How long have you wanted this?" Becca asked quietly.
"I'm not sure," Will replied truthfully. "but when I started to think about prom, the only one I wanted to go with was you."
Becca did not reply. Instead, she looked up and kissed him deeply. Will was taken aback, but quickly parted his lips to allow her soft tongue to meet his. His head spun, and his hand moved to her waist just above her ass.
