“Remember, Class of 2022, life is just beginning. High school is over, but it's our time to shine. Let us go forth and show the world that the Windermere Wildcats are made of.” People applaud her, and of course, I join in. Then they start passing out diplomas. I’m graduating with honors, so my name is called fairly quickly, not that it wouldn’t have been either way. There are only one hundred and fifty seniors graduating today.
“Kerenza Rose Porter,” Principal Jones says as I cross the stage to her. She flips my tassel and shakes my hand as we take a picture. “Congratulations, Ren,” she says. I hug her and walk off the stage.
I did it. High school is finally over, and Avaline was right. Life is just beginning. After the ceremony, I make my way over to my family.
“You did it, baby,” Aaron says, lifting me up and spinning me around. He slowly lets me down, my front sliding down his suggestively. “Are you going to any parties?”
“Hell no. I want to spend the night with Avaline just like we always planned to do.” She comes over to me and hugs me.
“We did it, Ren.”
“We did!” I shout.
“About tonight…” she begins.
“I made seven-layer dip,” I tell her.
“Shit. Ren, I can’t hang out tonight.” Her birthday was last week, so we should be partying.
“Oh, okay,” I reply, disappointed.
“Something’s come up, and I promise I’ll tell you all about it when I get back next week.”
“Back? Where are you going?”
“It’s not important right now.”
“Be safe,” I tell her because I know that once she’s made up her mind, there is no changing it.
“I will,” she says, and she’s gone.
My parents take the rest of us out to dinner. The only people not present are Beckett and Avaline. I can’t help but wonder what is going on there because Beckett would never turn down free food.
After dinner, Aaron takes me to the Resurgence Hotel in Tallahassee. It’s the nicest hotel for hundreds of miles. And so expensive. I tried to protest, telling him the Windermere Motor Lodge would have been fine, but he insisted. He got us a room to celebrate in private. I’m barely out of my shoes when he picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I ask, giggling as he peels my black dress from my body. The panties I wore today are barely there, but he pulls them off me as well. A bra didn’t go with this dress, so I skipped it this morning.
“Taking a shower before bed,” he says, stripping quickly. In the shower, he washes my body so slowly. So reverently, I want to cry. He’s usually soft and sweet with me, but this is different. Then he slides two fingers into me. My pussy clenches around him, and I stop breathing. “Breathe, baby.”
“I am,” I say after sucking in a deep breath.
Blindly, I reach for him, grabbing his cock. He’s barely let me touch him, content with pleasing me, but I want this. I want to torture him too. He pulls his fingers out of me, but before he can do anything else, I drop to my knees in front of him and pull his cock into my mouth,
“You don’t have to do that, baby,” he groans, but I can tell he likes it.
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” I murmur softly before sucking him off.
His hands fist in my sopping wet hair, guiding me into what he likes, despite this being his first blow-job. He pulls me off of him and leads me out of the shower, drying me off with the huge fluffy towel before taking me to bed.
His cock is still huge and hard, and I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have him.
“I love you, Ren,” he says, climbing over me. I spread my thighs for him, giving him access to my pussy.
“I love you too, Aaron. So fucking much, it hurts.”
“Oh, baby girl. You don’t know the half of it,” he replies as he slams inside me. He drives me to the brink of pleasure and then stops. He does this over and over again until I beg him to stop. He finally lets me come, and it’s mindblowing. He quickly follows and then pulls out of me to lie beside me on the big bed.
“What do you think the future will be like?” I ask, exhausted.
“Whatever we want it to be,” he says.
“What do you want it to be like?” I ask, needing to know we are on the same page. Given this is the first time I’ve even thought about birth control in three weeks. I’m not on it, and he hasn’t worn a condom once.