An Evening of Bliss

**This is an excerpt from a much larger story that got started ironically from a posted story copied from a BBS based out of the Netherlands I frequented many years ago. This is meant to be a teaser of sorts, but I’m throwing in a sex scene at the beginning for the altogether too interested out there. Believe it or not, I actually read a great many of these looking for a decent plot and writing style, not just looking to get off. The only other story I posted on here was not so well received so I would say I’m getting slightly bolder with this submission but definitely not wagering into the deepest of my content.

Melody and I caught each other in the hallway on the way out. She was with a group of
friends who were supporting her in the “men are assholes” philosophy but few of which
wouldn’t have completely forgotten it if I was standing there encouraging them to come
have a good time with me and only me. She broke away from the group and approached
me. I had opportunity to make a break for the back stairwell but running was never my
way.
“Hey,” she pulled up short of me where she usually would have hugged me.
“What’s up?” I asked guardedly.
“Not much, long day?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Listen I-”
“No,” she started to speak at the same time. “I should-”
She broke off and we both laughed nervously. Her eyes were locked with mine.
“I guess we made quite a scene this morning,” I took part of the blame.
“I’m so sorry,” she launched herself into my arms, crying. “I didn’t mean it, any of
it. I was just so upset. Please, I just-”
“Shh,” I held her stroking her hair softly. She squeezed hard and I squeezed back.
Melody’s coming a long way meant her caring for me a great deal, genuine real feelings,
the only thing I couldn’t have before.
“I’ve felt horrible all day,” she continued, the intermittent whimpering dying out. “I
can’t believe I dressed like this. With everybody having heard what happened, every guy
and his brother were looking to hook up with me.”
“I know the feeling,” I sighed. She pulled back a step, the mascara having run down
because of her tears. The highlighter on her eyes and the way they glistened had me
entranced. I pulled her to me in a long slow kiss. We must have been at it quite a while
before I heard a deep masculine clearing of the throat and looked up to see Mr. Banister, the school principal, standing off to the side near the stairwell watching us.
“Well,” he said slowly. “I can’t say I approve of this kind of activity in my hallways
on public display for the all ready over hormoned student body, but,” a grin came to his
face. “Every senior class has their couple. It’s nice to see we didn’t lose ours on the first
day.”
He slapped me on the back as he passed by down the back stairwell to no doubt
monitor detention for a few hours.
Melody continued to keep her arms tight around me, as if she feared she’d not have
the chance again.
“Melody,” I caught her attention. “Let’s go to my place.”
We were at it the moment we puilled up in my driveway. Our fervent kisses
escalating madly as we attempted to avoid screwing on the lawn by making it into the
house.