Saturday Night School 3: Naked Departures Read online

  “Don’t turn on the light,” she murmured. She had her dress off even before Charlie had finished closing the bedroom door, and climbed naked into his bed.

  She was right. Charlie could already feel himself getting hard again.

  “Can we watch that video you took of me?” Michelle asked.

  “Sure.” Charlie pushed off his boxers and pants and stepped out of them. Naked, he found the camera in the dim light. He slipped into the bed next to Michelle, thrilled by the feel of her soft naked skin against his. The bed was a twin-size and they had to press against each other to fit. Michelle reached down and pulled the bed spread over them.

  He felt Michelle’s hand circle his erection and squeeze it. “Told you,” she teased.

  “You do have that effect on me.” He kissed her, his hand finding her breast.

  “Let’s watch the video.” She ducked under his arm so that she could rest her head on his shoulder. Charlie reached around her, fumbling with the camera. He found the video and pressed play. Michelle appeared on the screen, naked, stretched out on his bed.

  “This is Michelle…” his voice came from the camera. Michelle watched quietly as the camera moved over her body. Under the covers, her hand remained on his erection, absently stroking as she watched herself displayed on the screen.

  The video abruptly jumped ahead to the image of Michelle, smiling, with cum on her face. “Oh my god!” Michelle whispered. On the screen, Charlie’s disembodied hand entered the frame to wipe her face clean. The video ended.

  “Do you want to watch it again, or should I delete it?” Charlie asked.

  “Delete it.”

  Charlie pressed the trash icon, then emptied the trash.

  “It’s gone,” he told her.

  “Thanks.” Michelle rolled over so her back was against him. She reached behind and grabbed his left arm, pulling it around her as if she was rolling herself up in a blanket.

  “What did you think of the video?” Charlie asked. “Did you like seeing yourself?”

  “I don’t know…” she said.

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “I did like it. But I’m glad you deleted it. I wouldn’t want anyone else to see it.”

  “No one will.” Charlie found her breast again and began idly playing with her nipple. His erection pressed against the small of her back.

  “Did you like it?” Michelle asked.

  Charlie considered. “Well, the light was a little bright… I think a softer light would have looked better…a couple lights, at different angles, so we wouldn’t get those shadows…”

  She swatted his shoulder. “Silly! That’s not what I meant! I meant, did you like filming me like that?”

  “Yeah…” he said. “I mean, I knew I would delete it afterwards. But yeah, it was a turn-on, definitely.”

  “It was.” Michelle was quiet for a moment, then she said, “Charlie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “If you ever need me to help with one of your movies… like one of your film projects… I’ll do it.”

  “You’ll help?”

  “Yes. I mean, like if you need an actress… for a part in the film…”

  “Okay. Thanks. Maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

  Michelle hesitated. “Even if… you know… if you had a nude scene… or something… if you asked, I would do it for you…”

  “You would let me film you nude?”

  “If that’s what you needed for your movie…” she spoke softly. “Like… if it was art… if it was artistic…”

  “Even if other people saw it? Like, you would be okay if a room full of people watched you in a nude scene up on a giant screen? Like, people who know you?”

  She squirmed against him. “If that’s what you needed… I mean, maybe I could wear a mask?”

  “A mask? Like in ‘Eyes Wide Shut’?”

  “I don’t know… I haven’t seen that movie…”

  “It has a part where everyone’s wearing masks. What if I needed to film you having sex?”

  “Oh! With who? With you?”

  “No. I’m the director, I have to direct. I mean with an actor.”

  “You want to film me having sex with someone else? An actor?”

  “Or actress…”

  “Charlie!”

  “Sorry… I’m just kidding.”

  Michelle took a breath. “I’m not,” she said. “I mean it. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it. For your art.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  “Sure.” She reached down between her legs for a moment. “Mmm. Feel.”

  He touched her arm and followed it down. Just before he reached her wrist, she took his hand and guided it to her pussy. His fingers skated across her slick labia. “You’re so wet,” he whispered to her.

  “Yes…” She shifted higher on the bed and bent slightly at the waist, opening her legs and reaching between them, her fingers searching for his erection. She found it, and her fingers wrapped around the shaft, pulling it through the gap in her thighs. She closed her legs, and Charlie felt his cock snugly wrapped between her thighs, pressed against her wet pussy. The head of his penis protruded out the other side, and Michelle gently toyed with it, tickling it with her fingernail.

  Charlie flexed his hips, pulling away from her slightly, and discovered that her pussy was slick enough that his penis easily slid across it. He didn’t pull all the way out, but left the head between her legs, nestled between her thighs. He pushed towards her and slid through the gap again, his head once again poking out just below her clit.

  “Mmm!” Michelle murmured as Charlie fell into a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out, his shaft stroking against her. She put her hand between her legs, touching the head of his penis as it appeared and disappeared. Her body moved in sync with his, pushing slowly against his thrust until their bodies fit together like matching puzzle pieces, then moving swiftly apart so they could once again come slowly back together.

  Charlie pushed her hair away from her neck so he could kiss her there, just above the black ribbon. He kissed his way up to her ear, then ran his tongue up behind her ear. It was apparently a sensitive area for her, because she gasped and squirmed. His left hand squeezed her breast while he kissed his way to her earlobe. He could see the hole in her ear, now empty of the sparkly earring she had worn earlier, and he wondered when she had removed them.

  Michelle reached down with her hand, and the next time he thrust forward, she guided him upward, inside her. She groaned as he pushed slowly into her. Charlie had thought the press of her thighs around his shaft was stimulating, but it was nothing compared to the tightness of her pussy. He pushed into her until their bodies met, then paused a moment, relishing the feel of being inside her.

  Slowly, he began to move, pulling out, then pushing in again. He peeked at her face, and her eyes were closed, her lips parted. He watched her for a moment, enjoying the subtle change in her expression each time he filled her pussy. Her body moved with him, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

  “I’m in my bedroom, in my bed, and I’m making love to Michelle Santos,” Charlie thought as he began to move faster. “I’ve slept under this bedspread since I was ten, and right now the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known is naked underneath it and I’m making love to her. A few days ago, I thought she would never talk to me again, and now here I am, I’m inside her…”

  He found himself becoming more and more excited as he considered each unbelievable detail of the evening, his thoughts matching the accelerating rhythm of his thrusts.

  “… she wanted to come here… she wanted to come here for this… no, I wanted to come here… she wanted to have sex outside… outside!… she wanted me to cum… because she came on the train… and she wanted to make me cum too… and she did, she already did… she made me cum… with her mouth… but now I’m going to cum again… oh my god… is she having another orgasm?”

  She was. Mi
chelle’s body tensed, quivering with pleasure. She had her eyes tightly closed and her hand pressed over her mouth to muffle her cries.

  “… this is the best day of my life…” Charlie thought. “…this is the best day of my life… this is the best day of my life… oh my god… I can’t hold it back anymore…”

  He sank into Michelle as deep as he could go and a second later felt himself began to spasm. Michelle pushed back against him, pressing their bodies together. Her pussy felt so warm and tight.

  Charlie closed his eyes. He pressed his cheek against Michelle’s shoulder, lost in the feeling of euphoria that washed over him. His penis finally stopped pulsing, but he left it inside her. Perhaps it was exhaustion, or maybe contentment, that kept them in that same position for several minutes without speaking. Charlie had his arm folded over her, his hand resting just below the swell of her breasts.

  He wasn’t aware that he dozed, but he must have, because the next time he focused on his surroundings he was lying on his back, and Michelle had nestled into the crook of his arm. She was asleep, her breathing deep and steady. Charlie checked the glowing numbers on his clock.

  “Michelle.” Charlie wiggled his arm to wake her. “What time do you have to be home?”

  Michelle didn’t open her eyes. “Wha time ‘sit?” she murmured in a sleepy voice.

  “Almost 9.”

  “Mmm. Still early…” She settled back into his shoulder.

  Charlie’s phone buzzed, and the screen lit up, illuminating the room in a dim glow. Charlie did his best to snag the phone without dislodging Michelle from her spot. He looked at the screen.

  “Shit.”

  “Hmm?” Michelle cracked open her eyes. When she saw Charlie looking at the screen, she lifted her head and blinked at it.

  The screen showed a message from Ronni. It was a photo of a beautiful red dress lying on a bed. The message read, “Hi Charlie! I went dress shopping today. What do you think?”

  “That’s a really nice dress,” Michelle said.

  “What do I tell her?” Charlie asked.

  “Hmm?”

  “About prom.”

  “Tell her she’s going to look beautiful in that dress and you can’t wait to go to prom with her.” Michelle closed her eyes again.

  “You think I should still go to prom with her?” Charlie turned off his phone and set it back on the table.

  The hint of a smile twitched Michelle’s lips. “Why? You’ve decided you’d rather go with me instead?”

  “Well… yeah. I mean…” Charlie struggled to express himself. “I mean… after today… and this…”

  “Charlie. You asked Ronni and she said yes, and she’s excited to go. You should take her.”

  “And what about you? You’ll still go with Glenn Mack?” Charlie felt a surge of jealousy.

  “I said I would.” Michelle stretched, her breasts pressing against his side. “I mean, I don’t know what Cody’s going to say to him. Maybe he’ll try to sabotage it. But I think Glenn will still want to go with me, even if Cody does tell him I was kissing you.”

  “You’re still going with Glenn. So today didn’t change anything.” Charlie frowned.

  “Oh, Charlie. Are you mad?”

  “No….” But he was. Mad at himself.

  “You don’t understand,” Michelle said. “Glenn’s a really nice guy… and his mom is friends with my mom, and both of our moms are excited that we’re going together… I just can’t toss him aside like that. I can’t do that to him.”

  “Right. And your best friend Vanessa is going with Cody who’s Glenn’s best friend…”

  “And you’re already going with Ronni.” Michelle let her hand rest on Charlie’s chest. “You have your date, I have mine. We’ll both go and have a fun time. I hope you know how to dance because I’m definitely going to steal you for a dance or two. Okay?”

  Charlie gazed at the dark ceiling for a moment. “Michelle?”

  “Mm?”

  “You said Glenn asked you to prom, but you didn’t say yes until after you found out I asked Ronni.”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Why didn’t you say yes right away? If he’s a nice guy, and your moms are friends and… and everything… why didn’t you just say that you’d go with him? I mean, I know you said you wanted to see if I’d ask you… but even if I had asked you, wouldn’t you still have picked him?”

  “You don’t think I would’ve picked you?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I’m just trying to make sense of why you would have.”

  Michelle didn’t answer right away, and Charlie wondered if he should have kept his doubts to himself. But then she spoke, quiet in the darkness. “Tonight, when you took out your camera and started to film me… it was exciting, to know that I was naked and you were recording me… but also scary, knowing that everything would be saved on the camera. But I knew I could do it because I knew you would delete it when I asked you to… and you would probably delete it anyway, even if I didn’t ask, because you would never risk it getting out. I know I can trust you, and I do trust you, and it makes me feel safe when I’m with you, even when I’m acting crazy. Charlie… I don’t have that with anyone else… just with you.”

  “Okay.”

  “So that’s why.”

  “Okay.”

  Charlie squeezed her close. For a few minutes, they lay quietly together.

  “Your turn,” Michelle said.

  “What?”

  “You found out you were a finalist for the Jefferson film program. I know Ronni is interested in film. I know she’s taking the classes, and you work with her in the AV department. Plus, you asked her out and she said yes, so she must at least kind of like you. So why did you ask me to go with you to Linterna and not her?”

  “Ummm…”

  “She’s pretty, Charlie. Don’t you think she’s pretty?”

  “Yeah, I guess…”

  “She is. She absolutely is. Don’t you think she would have liked to go with you to Linterna?”

  “I never even considered asking her to go,” Charlie said. “Actually, she doesn’t even know I went to Linterna.”

  “You didn’t tell her you were interviewing for that program? Haven’t you seen her?”

  “No…I mean, yes, I’ve seen her, in the AV room… but I’ve been distracted the last few days.” Charlie took a breath. “All I’ve been able to think about the last few days is you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I barely even thought about the interview. Just about you, and that phone message I left you… I don’t know, maybe it was a good thing, maybe if I thought about the interview too much I would’ve made myself too nervous…” He paused. “Why didn’t you call me back? I thought you weren’t going to come, because I never heard from you…”

  He looked at her, waiting for an answer, but she remained silent, her fingers tracing a tiny circle in the middle of his chest.

  “I just wanted you to come with me,” he murmured. “Only you.”

  He peeked at her in the darkness, barely able to make out the curves of her face. She still had her head resting against his shoulder. Her hand continued to trace tiny circles on his chest.

  Charlie let his head rest on the pillow. He stroked her back gently with his fingertips.

  “Charlie?” Michelle asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “I should take a shower.”

  “Okay.”

  ***

  They accomplished the shower with far more subterfuge than was probably necessary. Charlie even went so far as to go downstairs to the kitchen, pretending to get a glass of water, but actually peeking into the living room to make sure his mother still sat safely in front of the television. He went upstairs and joined Michelle in the shower, helping to scrub her clean and kissing her under the warm spray.

  They returned to his room and held each other for a while longer in the darkness. At ten o�
��clock, they dressed and Charlie again scouted out his mother. She was asleep in her chair, still in front of the television. Charlie helped Michelle to sneak out the back door, then went and shook his mother awake. “Mom?”

  “Oh… hey… did I fall asleep?” She blinked at him blearily.

  “Yeah. Hey, I need to pick up something at the school really quick. I’ll be right back, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Charlie left his mother in her chair. He had no doubt that when he returned, she would still be sleeping there.

  Michelle waited just outside the back door, and they walked to Charlie’s car. “Is it just you and your mom?” Michelle asked.

  “Yeah. My dad passed away when I was nine.”

  “Oh… I’m sorry.”

  “It’s all right. It’s been a while.” Charlie unlocked the passenger door and held it open for Michelle. “He liked to ride around on his motorcycle. He rode it back and forth to work, every day. Until one night it was raining really hard and he crashed it.”

  “Oh! That’s awful.”

  “Yeah. He was really into saving the environment. That’s why he drove the motorcycle. Because it used less gas.” Charlie closed the passenger door and went over to the driver’s side. He sat next to Michelle and started the car.

  “Do you look like him?” she asked.

  “I’ll show you a picture sometime. You can decide.” Charlie turned left at the corner, driving toward the train station.

  “Do you think my car is going to be the only one left in the parking lot?” Michelle asked.

  “I doubt it. The trains run pretty late. I think the last train is two in the morning?”

  “Really? That late?”

  “Yeah. You know… people go drinking on Saturday night in Linterna, then they take the train back.”

  “Oh, that makes sense,” she said. “Cody was waiting for the train to Linterna, wasn’t he? Do you think that’s where he was going?”

  “Who knows. Maybe he missed his train. He walked off the platform, and I didn’t see him outside. Maybe he just left.”

  “Maybe.” Michelle looked outside at the passing street lights. “I kind of know what his car looks like. I think I could recognize it if it’s still in the parking lot.”