party
Previous : Suprises
Title : Suprise pt3
Wordcount :1234
Pair : Alberta & Michael
Plot : The college ball
Michael called late Friday. Kevin had the feeling of being checked up upon. Lots of nice vague questions and references to the strangeness of Xavier. Kevin almost gave in and shouted at his friend ‘YES, I know he’s a bleeding Djinn; that he has freaky powers and likes leather, maple syrup and Sam tied up’ but he bit his tongue. Michael must know the two well to be house sitting for them.
Talk turned to college, dastardly professors with last minute assignments, block parties and moving in with Tony next year. Just before hanging up Kevin asked the name of the brother Xavier had been due to visit. ’Alberto’ He hung up in the loud silence that followed.
It took some persuading but Kevin got his parents to agree to keep to their Saturdays plans so they’d not be home when his date arrived. His mother had been excited as Christmas morning producing a white corsage of rose buds and gypsophila, waving a camera and grilling him about his manners. A gentleman picked the lady up! More restrained but far more embarrassing, his father had slipped him a packet of condoms patting his shoulder with a ‘proud of you son’ They hadn’t even met her. Him.
He was ready early. It didn’t take that long to donne a suit and gel his hair to style. Pacing the room a bundle of nerves and nightmare scenarios wasted more time. His alarm buzzed dead on seven thirty and he jumped as though he hadn’t been watching the every second tick over. Time to summon his date.
He’d dreaded the prospect of going sans date, taking a guy in a dress was going to be an experience to remember.
Kevin picked up the black glass pot feeling the weight of the thing. Gripping it tight in one hand he used finger tips to rub the side, it flexed under his touch. A deep throaty groan undulated up as he lifted the lid.
Today’s scent was Cinnamon and Alberto appeared draped in thick smoke. It vanished in a slow striptease dark eyes fixed on him the whole time. There was no hint of pink ruffles.
Alberto was clad in a sparkling sheath of red. Low on one shoulder the bodice was loose enough to suggest curves while fitting firm to his hips. There was a long slit up one side reaching mid thigh and when the genie reached forward to pluck the atomizer out of Kevin’s hand there was a flash of long slender leg encased in sheer nylons, a tease of garter at the top. Simple strap sandals with a wedge heel had him towering just over Kevin.
The genie turned to pop his atomizer on the dresser with a wiggle of bum that begged handling. When he looked back Kevin took in his face. The lashes were darker, more luxurious than ever. His lips were a ruby red pout. There was added gleam to his hair and the ends twinkled with a subtle hint of glitter.
‘You look very handsome yourself sweetie’ Kevin blushed under the laughter, holding his arm out for his date. They got to the end of the path before he remembered and ran back for the corsage. After he’d returned a second time to wash the lipstick of his face they continued to the hall, Alberto clinging to his arm, stroking petals and simpering as they were bowed into a fancy motor and driven there in comfort.
Finding his tongue somewhere before they got there Kevin ascertained that his date was a Genie not a Djinn and Alberta to friends, the ‘ and you and I are going to be very friendly, sweet-cheeks’ being equal measures promise and threat.
His mothers lessons on good manners came into play with Kevin holding the door open for his date before the chauffeur could, taking his arm and leading him towards the music. Subtle glances at a wiggling butt confirming his semi questioned sexuality.
Alberta slowed before they reached the door, turning to face Kevin and cutting the idle chatter off to be deadly serious.
‘I could be female if you wish it’ Kevin tripped over his own feet. There was something deeper in that careless question, this was more than saving Kevin’s blushes to his school friends. Not wanting to step wrong Kevin eyed up Alberta in his dress. He looked incredible, his mouth dried at the sight. He’d be drop dead gorgeous as a women but did plenty things for Kevin’s libido as a guy.
‘Do you want to? Be a woman that is?’
‘No. But I like to be pretty!’
‘You are’
‘Really?’
‘Very’ Kevin nodded in emphasis and got the biggest brightest smile possible in return.
‘You’re okay with the extras?’
‘You’re incredible’
‘Then what are we waiting for? Lets go party’
There was no teen-movie silence or shocked gasps at their entrance but Alberta did gather stares simply from being Alberta. The wide grin and saucy moves as he wallowed in the music and located the punch bowl drew attention, most of it favourable.
Lloyd, head jock on campus made a despairing comment about Alberta’s obvious muscle tone but even he was blown away by a deep under the lashes look accompanied by that lush smile. His eyes sinking firmly to Alberta’s butt as Kevin was dragged to the dance floor.
They danced every dance. Alberta would smile and occasionally flirt to the sundry other offers, placing a propitiatory arm around Kevin and coyly refusing, also ensuring Kevin wasn’t poached.
Alberta charmed the nerdy kids with wry comments on the failing world peace and earned the years’ favourite bimbo’s worship with a throw away comment on Miss Worlds need for decent hair appointments over boring peace talks!
Kevin found himself relaxing and enjoying himself. He drank far too many slurps from the increasingly toxic punch bowl. Forgot all his apprehensions and started to enjoy his date. Alberta was fun; she could be cattily sly in her observations, totally carefree in her dance moves and kind of
sweet in her obvious pleasure in the night.
Home time came too soon. The porch light was on when they swayed up the path giggling and Kevin suddenly realised he couldn’t take Alberta in, his parents would be home now. They faced each other in the doorway, Kevin on the step to balance out their height. Alberta shaking out that exuberant hair and regarding him with pursed lips and battering lashes.
‘Do I get my kiss then dah-ling?’
Kevin swallowed hard the purr doing a lot of damage, he leaned in and let his lips touch Alberta’s. It was wonderful. The perfect end to an evening. Alberta winked then bit his lower lip, sucking it in and taking over the kiss. The porch light flashed off and back on twice before Kevin came to his senses panted out a goodbye and left Alberta sashay back down the path towards the car. His bottle safe in Kevin’s room.
He was holding the atomizer when it snapped back to a simple pot, signalling Alberta’s return. Fingers to his lips he remembered the promise in the kiss and if he’d had the house to himself would have called her forth. Sense prevailing he settled for rubbing other things. Desperate in his thoughts of what to wish for and how soon he could see that lush smile again.
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Title : Suprise pt3
Wordcount :1234
Pair : Alberta & Michael
Plot : The college ball
Michael called late Friday. Kevin had the feeling of being checked up upon. Lots of nice vague questions and references to the strangeness of Xavier. Kevin almost gave in and shouted at his friend ‘YES, I know he’s a bleeding Djinn; that he has freaky powers and likes leather, maple syrup and Sam tied up’ but he bit his tongue. Michael must know the two well to be house sitting for them.
Talk turned to college, dastardly professors with last minute assignments, block parties and moving in with Tony next year. Just before hanging up Kevin asked the name of the brother Xavier had been due to visit. ’Alberto’ He hung up in the loud silence that followed.
It took some persuading but Kevin got his parents to agree to keep to their Saturdays plans so they’d not be home when his date arrived. His mother had been excited as Christmas morning producing a white corsage of rose buds and gypsophila, waving a camera and grilling him about his manners. A gentleman picked the lady up! More restrained but far more embarrassing, his father had slipped him a packet of condoms patting his shoulder with a ‘proud of you son’ They hadn’t even met her. Him.
He was ready early. It didn’t take that long to donne a suit and gel his hair to style. Pacing the room a bundle of nerves and nightmare scenarios wasted more time. His alarm buzzed dead on seven thirty and he jumped as though he hadn’t been watching the every second tick over. Time to summon his date.
He’d dreaded the prospect of going sans date, taking a guy in a dress was going to be an experience to remember.
Kevin picked up the black glass pot feeling the weight of the thing. Gripping it tight in one hand he used finger tips to rub the side, it flexed under his touch. A deep throaty groan undulated up as he lifted the lid.
Today’s scent was Cinnamon and Alberto appeared draped in thick smoke. It vanished in a slow striptease dark eyes fixed on him the whole time. There was no hint of pink ruffles.
Alberto was clad in a sparkling sheath of red. Low on one shoulder the bodice was loose enough to suggest curves while fitting firm to his hips. There was a long slit up one side reaching mid thigh and when the genie reached forward to pluck the atomizer out of Kevin’s hand there was a flash of long slender leg encased in sheer nylons, a tease of garter at the top. Simple strap sandals with a wedge heel had him towering just over Kevin.
The genie turned to pop his atomizer on the dresser with a wiggle of bum that begged handling. When he looked back Kevin took in his face. The lashes were darker, more luxurious than ever. His lips were a ruby red pout. There was added gleam to his hair and the ends twinkled with a subtle hint of glitter.
‘You look very handsome yourself sweetie’ Kevin blushed under the laughter, holding his arm out for his date. They got to the end of the path before he remembered and ran back for the corsage. After he’d returned a second time to wash the lipstick of his face they continued to the hall, Alberto clinging to his arm, stroking petals and simpering as they were bowed into a fancy motor and driven there in comfort.
Finding his tongue somewhere before they got there Kevin ascertained that his date was a Genie not a Djinn and Alberta to friends, the ‘ and you and I are going to be very friendly, sweet-cheeks’ being equal measures promise and threat.
His mothers lessons on good manners came into play with Kevin holding the door open for his date before the chauffeur could, taking his arm and leading him towards the music. Subtle glances at a wiggling butt confirming his semi questioned sexuality.
Alberta slowed before they reached the door, turning to face Kevin and cutting the idle chatter off to be deadly serious.
‘I could be female if you wish it’ Kevin tripped over his own feet. There was something deeper in that careless question, this was more than saving Kevin’s blushes to his school friends. Not wanting to step wrong Kevin eyed up Alberta in his dress. He looked incredible, his mouth dried at the sight. He’d be drop dead gorgeous as a women but did plenty things for Kevin’s libido as a guy.
‘Do you want to? Be a woman that is?’
‘No. But I like to be pretty!’
‘You are’
‘Really?’
‘Very’ Kevin nodded in emphasis and got the biggest brightest smile possible in return.
‘You’re okay with the extras?’
‘You’re incredible’
‘Then what are we waiting for? Lets go party’
There was no teen-movie silence or shocked gasps at their entrance but Alberta did gather stares simply from being Alberta. The wide grin and saucy moves as he wallowed in the music and located the punch bowl drew attention, most of it favourable.
Lloyd, head jock on campus made a despairing comment about Alberta’s obvious muscle tone but even he was blown away by a deep under the lashes look accompanied by that lush smile. His eyes sinking firmly to Alberta’s butt as Kevin was dragged to the dance floor.
They danced every dance. Alberta would smile and occasionally flirt to the sundry other offers, placing a propitiatory arm around Kevin and coyly refusing, also ensuring Kevin wasn’t poached.
Alberta charmed the nerdy kids with wry comments on the failing world peace and earned the years’ favourite bimbo’s worship with a throw away comment on Miss Worlds need for decent hair appointments over boring peace talks!
Kevin found himself relaxing and enjoying himself. He drank far too many slurps from the increasingly toxic punch bowl. Forgot all his apprehensions and started to enjoy his date. Alberta was fun; she could be cattily sly in her observations, totally carefree in her dance moves and kind of
sweet in her obvious pleasure in the night.
Home time came too soon. The porch light was on when they swayed up the path giggling and Kevin suddenly realised he couldn’t take Alberta in, his parents would be home now. They faced each other in the doorway, Kevin on the step to balance out their height. Alberta shaking out that exuberant hair and regarding him with pursed lips and battering lashes.
‘Do I get my kiss then dah-ling?’
Kevin swallowed hard the purr doing a lot of damage, he leaned in and let his lips touch Alberta’s. It was wonderful. The perfect end to an evening. Alberta winked then bit his lower lip, sucking it in and taking over the kiss. The porch light flashed off and back on twice before Kevin came to his senses panted out a goodbye and left Alberta sashay back down the path towards the car. His bottle safe in Kevin’s room.
He was holding the atomizer when it snapped back to a simple pot, signalling Alberta’s return. Fingers to his lips he remembered the promise in the kiss and if he’d had the house to himself would have called her forth. Sense prevailing he settled for rubbing other things. Desperate in his thoughts of what to wish for and how soon he could see that lush smile again.
xx