Making It Right (Most Likely To #3)

“Yeah, well . . .”


Tina sat on the fence of rebellion. With a little work, the girl could be a perfect mix of naughty and sweet. But the naughty part also gave her an edge that sometimes turned on him in a negative way. She was one of the prettiest girls in school and she had a decent rack. And Drew liked boobs.

Thinking about those boobs had him shuffling his legs in an effort to not embarrass himself with a raging hard-on.

They were a good two miles deep in the woods, the backyard he’d grown up in and an open space between the dog lady’s property and his parents’. Everything connected eventually, but this part of the open space that surrounded River Bend happened to be the center of Drew’s childhood. Tina lived on the other side of town, where the houses were a little bigger and the people had a little more money than the rest of them.

Tina whistled. “Here, doggie.”

“Bet the thing is on the road to Waterville,” Drew said.

“Yeah. Probably. But Coach Ward doesn’t ask us to do this kind of thing very often.”

Girls liked guys who liked animals. “It’s probably scared.” He dipped his voice, pretended he really cared.

Tina gave him a coy little smile. A grin that told him he was working it.

“Maybe we should split up,” Tina suggested.

“That’s not a good idea. It’s easy to get lost out here.”

Tina stopped, looked around. She pointed behind them. “That’s the way back to your house.”

Drew moved beside her, captured her hand, and moved it a foot. “More like over there.”

“Oh.”

When she dropped her hand, he kept a hold of it. Before too long, Tina laced her fingers with his.

Holding hands was nice, but what he really wanted to do was make out, maybe get a little further.

They walked a few more feet, neither one of them acknowledging their hand holding outside of a smile.

“Prom’s coming up,” Drew said.

Tina squeezed his hand. Her voice trembled a little when she spoke. “I know.”

“Looks like it will be fun.”

He noticed the color rise to Tina’s cheeks, the sparkle of hope in her eye. “It does.”

“It could be lame, too.”

She frowned.

“Prom can’t be lame.”

“Oh, I don’t know. It would be lame if you didn’t go. Sitting at home on prom night when everyone else is dressed up and having fun.”

Tina narrowed her eyes. “You can always go to prom, even without a date.”

“Who said anything about a date?”

She was frowning now.

Drew kept a straight face, turned away, and whistled for the dog.

As if reminded about their task, Tina called for “doggie” again.

A few more feet and still holding hands, Drew tested the waters. “Do you have a date for prom?”

Tina shook her head. “No, do you?”

“No.”

That seemed to make her happy.

He waited a few steps, then asked, “If I asked you to prom, would you say yes?”

She stopped. “If you asked me?”

Drew stepped in front of her, looked down. “Yeah, if I asked you.”

“If you asked me, I might say yes. Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“How you asked me.”

“How?”

Tina shrugged. “Yeah, like will you ask me with flowers? Or will you put a sign in the school gym asking me? Make a big fuss during a track meet? You know, how you ask.”

Drew cussed all the guys before him that had started the traditions of grand gestures to ask a girl to prom. “You know all the guys who do that already know the girl is going to say yes, right?” He made that up but hoped he’d said it in a convincing enough way that Tina would believe him.

“Really?”

He turned, her hand still in his, and kept walking. “You can’t tell your girlfriends this. It’s part of the guy code.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So the guys who do all those crazy things wouldn’t do it if a girl is going to turn them down. When was the last time you saw that?”

Tina mused that over for a moment. “Never.”

“See.”

“Hmm.” She walked, obviously weighing the truth in his words. “Ask me,” she finally said.

Drew smiled. “Okay, I will.”

She stopped. “No. Ask me now.”

He took both her hands in his. He’d seen that in a late movie once. “Tina, will you go to prom with me?”

Straight teeth flashed. “I’d love to go to prom with you.”

Drew licked his lips and made his move.

They’d made out before, at the beginning of the school year, but somewhere along the line Tina freaked out and stopped wanting to be with him.

They were both a little older. Six months in high school made a difference, at least in his head. He wasn’t sure if Tina had been practicing on her pillow or watching some kind of porn on her phone, but her kissing had improved.

He was raging within seconds of their tongues touching, but he kept his cool and let her get used to him being in her personal space.

Tina wrapped her arms around his back and he had no choice but to move closer. The contact of his boner touching her stomach used to make her jump. Not now.

He wondered why, but then she pulled back for air and kissed him harder.

Tina had definitely changed. When he ran his hand up her back and touched the side of one of her boobs, she didn’t stop him.

This was worth a trip to prom.

Drew took it further, a full palm with a full boob. His hard-on screamed.

It wasn’t until he reached for the edges of her shirt and lifted it up that he felt Tina hesitate.

He backed off. Disappointed but hopeful. “Too much?” he asked.

“A little.” Her sheepish smile was a little adorable.

“Can we still make out?”

She nodded and lifted her lips to his.

Drew backed her up to a tree, like he’d seen in that movie.

Tina seemed to like it.

He went back where he was, kissing her, one hand on one boob until he felt her nipple under the fabric tighten. Then he moved to the other.

Tina kept her hand on his back until he pushed one down over his ass. At first she just let it sit there, and then she squeezed.

He thought he was going to come, right there in the woods, completely clothed. He stopped kissing her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing.” He saw stars. “This is really good.”

When his hips pushed her into the tree, the light in her head must have turned on.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I can’t help it.”

His words must have relaxed her. “I know. It’s okay.”

There she was, looking all adorable at him. “We should probably stop. I don’t want to scare you.”

“I’m not scared. Just not ready.”

“We don’t have to rush.” How he wanted to rush, but he wasn’t stupid. Prom was over a month away. A lot could happen in a month.

“Let’s head back,” Tina suggested. “That stupid dog isn’t out here.”

They walked, hand in hand, for about a mile. Then decided to run so it looked like they’d followed all of Coach Ward’s instructions.