This is the first erotica story I’ve written. This is more of an impression of a story, I tend to mix up the tenses and stuck with a very simplistic style of writting to focus on the story and the characters. Hope you enjoy.
Prom night with Mr. Jarret:
It’s summer, near the end of the senior year and we’re at the prom.
To force everyone to go to the grad ceremony the school decided to have promright after.
This meant a huge crowd – I’m not fond of crowds – including parents, a bit unsual for proms…
My parents forced me to stay, I never really made much friends at school, they thought this might a good opportunty.
I didn’t mind too much since Mr. Jarrett was around, and he looked especially handsome today.
I could see sweat falling from his forehead to his forearms.
A bit of a bulge forming from the heat and short skirts in crowd.
I catch eyes with Mr. Jarret. The same look he gave me last semester appears on his a face…
I took a fall at soccer practive last year, and had gotten a nasty gash across my thigh.
Mr. Jarret took me to the school’s infirmary, it was empty, he decided to bandage my leg himself
I remember his look of concern, he wanted to stop the bleeding quickly so he ripped my pants off,
washed my thigh and rubbed some alcohol to stop any infection and carefully covered my thigh.
After all the comotion, I’d fallen asleep… 3 hours had passed when I woke up.
Soccer practice had finished, everyone in class, Mr. Jarret asleep beside me.
My blood all over his shirt, he opened his eyes as he heard me shuffle around.
My face turns red when I realise that I’m in my underwear, Mr. Jarret explains kindly what had happened.
I ask him if that’s my blood on his shirt, but he just says to not worry.
He goes to the sink, takes off his shirt and begins to wash it.
I notice his toned back and forearms muscles as he squeezes his shirt dry.
I thank him for taking care of me, for always taking care of me since I started in this school.
He turns around, holding his wet shirt and exposing his muscular and hairy chest.
He says I can always count on him.
Mr. Jarret breaks a smile, his voice softens and tells me how special I am.
Tells me he has not been able to stop thinking about me since I took his class last summer.
He sits beside me, I can see sweat coming down his forehead to his toned chest and down his abdomen.
I tell him that I have also been thinking about him, and how kind he’s been to me.
He smiles again. I sit up, bend my bare knees and smile at him.
He softly touches the cover on my wounded thigh, asks how it feels
I tell him it feels nice, and I smile again
he moves his hand closer to my hip, I let out a wimpy moan
I move my hand to his chest, I can feel him breathing
I can feel the hairs on his hard chest stand as he moves his hand around my hip
I close my eyes, move my other hand to touch his broad shoulder, his toned back and finally land it around his neck
Mr. Jarret squeezes my hip, and with his other hand begins to rub my healthy thigh.
A bulge appears under my underwear, and so does one on Mr. Jarrets sweat pants.
He grabs me by my ribs, and gently pulls me towards him
He looks at my face, my eyes, my lips, my nose, my neck and slowly moves his lips towards mine.
Our lips press, it feels wonderful, I had never kissed anyone before
I can feel blood rush to my face and my thighs as we explore each other’s mouths
he licks my toungue, my lips and slowly moves from my cheeks to my neck
I press my hands hard on his chest as he pulls me hard towards him
I let out another quiet moan…
The bell rings, it’s end of day.
Mr. Jarret pulls his lips away slowly, I try to reach out for more
He smiles and tells me that this was a very special moment, but it has to come to an end
He finds me a set of shorts and helps me put them on, smiling one last time before exiting the infirmary
—–
It wasn’t until today, at this muggy hall in front of my parents, that my body remembered that hot summer afternoon.
I walk torwads Mr. Jarret, with a slight smile on my face.
He smiles back, and quietly wishes me happy birthday
(I was celebrating my 19th birthday at prom, a bit sad really..)
I’m surprised that he knew, I thank him and take a sip from my freshly poured fruit punch.
A few minutes passed, and we’re standing quietly as we watch the prom fly by in front of us.
I want to ask him about what had happened at the infirmary, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere Mr. Jarret, still looking at the dance floor asks me calmly if I remember what had happened.
My heart starts beating twice as fast, my face flushes in red, and I answer with a simple yes.
He tells me how special he had felt that afternoon, and that he couldn’t help himself
He turns his head to me, and apologises for having stepped over his boundries.
Surprised, I stutter but manage to tell him that I had enjoyed that moment and there was nothing to apologise for.
In fact, I muttered that I would have liked for that moment to have happened more than that one time.
Mr. Jarret takes a deep breath, his toned chest fills with air under his dress shirt and smiles back.
He tells me he would like to do it again; properly this time, somewhere more comfortable than an infirmary.
I let out a quiet laugh, but suddenly realise the magnitude of what he is asking and my heart speeds up again.
I tell him I would love to – with a shaky voice, unable to contain my nervousness but still able to smile.
He tells me he has a hotel near the hall, he can drive us there, only problem was my parents.
I think quick on my feet, I tell him to wait for me in his car while I sort out my parents.
He smiles, looks at my face, thinking about making me his and slowly heads to the parking lot.
I spot my parents, they both see me and wave with a smile on their faces.
They ask me how it’s going, if I’ve made any friends.
I tell them it’s actually going great, and that I’m actually invited to a party near-by.
They hesitate, but ultimately agree that I can go as long as I’m back by 10pm.
My dad offers to drive me, but I tell him that we have a ride and that we’d be leaving after the prom.
I tell them that they should go home and relax, it had been a long day.
They agree and smile at the thought of me having new friends.
I feel bad about lying, but I knew this was a special moment that I couldn’t throw away.
I say my goodbyes and wait around for a few minutes before heading to the parking lot.
I spot Mr. Jarret’s car, he’s calmly waiting inside.
I look around to make sure nobody’s watching and swiftly hop into his car.
He smiles and we drive away.
The car ride is smooth, we both couldn’t keep looking at each other
Mr. Jarret rubs my thigh, bringing back memories of the infirmary and of what’s to come.
I rub his thigh, and slowly make my way to his growing bulge.
I feel I might be taking things too fast, but I can’t help it.
Mr. Jarret smiles, locks his eyes back to the road and wraps his mascular hands around the wheel.
We arrive at the hotel. There is no reception, so we calmly walk past the lobby and take the elevator up.
We arrive at Mr. Jarret’s room. It is small, but quite lavish.
He’s got a nice view to the city, a queen size bed with red down pillows and a white silk cover on the matress.
We go in, he takes off his suit jacket and asks me if I need anything.
I shake my head, unable to speak from the excitement and nervousness.
Mr. Jarret smiles again.
After a few moments looking at eachother we both know what to do next.
Mr. Jarret starts off taking of his shirt, revealing his memorable chest that I daydreamed about.
Hit upper body covered in sweat approaches me, helping me take off my own shirt.
I raise my hands and feel his hands around my waist as he untucks my shirt and slowly peels it off my body.
Then, puts me on his bed. Helps me with my pants, revealing the scar left on my thigh.
He rubs his finger against it, smiles and says how good it’s looking.
I nod, a bulge forming inder my underwear.
Mr. Jarret lays beside me, rubs his hands on my stomach, on my chest then finally on my face.
He takes a deep breath and presses his lips against mine.
Pure bliss…
We taste eachother’s lips, I feel his rock hard chest against mine
I feel his heart beat speed up, as does mine
Slowly, he unbuckles his belt
I help him unbutton, undo his zipper and loosen up his pants
He does the rest.
We are now both embracing, on top of expensive white silk, both in our underwear.
He puts his hands under my underwear, rubbing my stiff bulge as he continues to kiss me.
He moves his lips to my neck, as I rub his toned upper back.
Mr. Jarret slowly pulls out my underwear, exposing my stiff and wet phallus and wrapping his muscular hands around it.
He pulls back and pushes in his tight grip, as he continues to taste me.
Slowly, my hands make their way to Mr. Jarrets fit glutes and try to push away his white underwear.
He realizes this and gives me a hand, pulling off all the way. Leaving us both bare naked.
I pull his head towards mine, press my wet lips hard on his, give him a big smile and lay on my stomach.
Mr. Jarret admires my own athletic glutes and back.
He begins at my thighs, rubbing his tongue along the old scar, my legs trembling.
His tongue begins exploring my glutes, my back, my neck. I can feel his phallus following suit.
Finally he stops, uses one hand to spread my glutes and the other one to test out the fit.
I moan.
I feel his throbbing cock walk up my thighs, over my gluts and stop.
He pushes calmly, and I feel peneration in my anus.
My whole body trembles at the feeling.
I lose control of my legs, my hips shake, I let out a strained moan.
Mr. Jarret breathes heavily now, his arms beside my head.
I feel him penetrate me deeper, it hurts, but it feels so good.
He pushes one last time, before slowly pulling out, which feels even better.
I pull my ass cheeks away when he pulls out, and I push them in when he penetrates.
I feel his abs hit my glutes as he stay in this cycle for 20 minutes.
I feel his chest sweating on top of my back.
My ass cheecks also drenched in sweat.
Finally, I feel the tip of Mr. Jarret’s throbbing cock reach my prostate.
It is unlike anything I’ve felt before, I’m paralysed as a rush of electricity lights up my body.
Mr. Jarret’s hot cum fills my insides, I can feel his cock throbbing and trembling inside me.
We orgasm together, drenching the white silk in our own cum.
Mr. Jarret pull away, still at orgasm. I look for his wet cock, and lick the cum off it.
Slowly I insert it in my mouth as Mr. Jarret, still cumming lets out a baritone sounding moan.
I swallow every piece of semen spewing out, making me cum even more.
We embrace our sweaty and cum-ridden bodies and fall in a lust-filled sleep.
Ever since that night, we have been seeing each other at that same hotel. Every night better than the next one.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/91edv1/prom_night_with_mr_jarret