Homecoming Dance in the Year 21

Princess Lexus is on an undercover assignment. Perhaps sending Lexus undercover in a pre-voc school filled with cute boys was a bad idea.

***

Lee is picking me up, that’s sweet.

Scott tosses him something. Lee catches it and looks at the cylinder.

It’s a 12-guage shotgun shell filled with birdshot.

Oh my God. I can feel myself turning five shades of red.

“Sir?” says Lee, not understanding.

“If you ever make my daughter cry like that again, the next two will be coming a lot faster,” Scott says in a quiet voice that sends a chill down my spine, and I blew up Europe.

Lee swallows, but then composes himself. “Aye, aye, Major.”

“Good man,” says Scott, smiling. “You two stay out of trouble.” He waggles his finger at me. “No drugs, keep your pod on check-in mode.”

I manage not to roll my eyes. “Yes, Scott.” I reach up and kiss him on the cheek. Awwwwww, the big softie.

As I turn and leave, he swats me on the butt.

I hurry out the door. Damn it, everyone leave my ass alone!

***

At first, I had made up my mind that I would not let him kiss me. That making out with a Child while on an undercover assignment is unethical.

But he is so damn cute.

Still, not going to do it.

We’re at the punch bowl, and Lee leans over and whispers in my ear:

“How many of the Princess’s spouses does it take to change a light panel?”

Hey now!

“Uh, I don’t know, Lee, how many of the Princess’s spouses does it take to change a light panel?”

“Three. One to hold it in place, the other to use the screwdriver, and the third to convince Lexus that the light panel is already married.”

I burst out laughing and he gives me a cheesy grin.

He tells me Princess jokes all night, many of them very naughty. For some reason, they crack me up to no end and my side starts hurting from laughing so much.

Fuck it, I deserve kisses. It’s not like I’m going to sleep with him.

Right?

Right!

So during one slow-dance, when he feels very good with his arms wrapped around me, I press into him, ignore his poor erection, and part my lips slightly.

Oh my God he is a terrible kisser.

I pull away from his lips and look him in the eyes.

—Lee, don’t kiss me like that.

—Oh, sorry.

He looks like I just kicked him in the balls. Ops.

—Don’t apologize. We’re slow dancing. You want to slow dance with my tongue. Don’t stick yours in there and start wiggling it around. Don’t dart. Go slow. Caress me. Pet me. Explore me. Worship me. Don’t think, just do. Kiss me. Slowly.

I part my lips again.

His tongue sensuously traces the bottom of my teeth for a moment and then he is kissing me.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

Oh, wow, uh, wow.

Oh.

Whimper.

He’s kissing me like Mitchell kisses.

Then he’s kissing me like Lee.

I’m in trouble now.