After carefully putting my clothes in a backpack, I picked up Stephanie from her place and drove us into the city. She held my hand the entire way, leaning over to rest her head on my shoulder where possible. I sensed she had something on her mind but, whenever I was ready to ask, she leaned over to kiss my cheek, whispering some rather nice things in my ear.
Checking into the hotel was a breeze, and I had a little surprise for my girlfriend as the view from one of the upper floors provided a distant view of the harbour, her gasp of surprise worth it before it earned me one hell of a kiss and cuddle. That turned into clothing being removed and the bed was put to early use. Good thing I was young and virile as I had a feeling she was going to wear me out after the formal. I knew that look in her eyes once we were finished. She was satisfied for the moment, but wanted a lot more of me later.
“You’re going to tease me all night, aren’t you?” I asked.
“I won’t be wearing panties tonight, John. I expect your fingers to end up somewhere nice from time to time.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Learned from the best.”
“I resent that!” And I proved my point by tickling her. Her shrieks soon echoed around the room before I finally relented, leading to one hell of a make-out session before we finally broke apart as we needed to think about getting ready. I shaved first before heading into the shower, no surprise I felt hands on my chest, hard nipples press into my back. Turning around, I took her in my arms and kissed her. “You’re proving rather distracting,” I murmured, “And I thought you wanted to surprise me with your dress?”
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
I almost blinked in surprise at her tone. Almost that she was trying to convince me that she did really love me. Hugging her tightly, I assured her I loved her just the same. When she started to cry, I had to ask what or why. She whispered she was just a little sad about this part of our life coming to an end, the friends that would slowly disappear from our lives, and a little fear at what was to come next.
It was amazing how prophetic some of the statements she made turned out to be. At the time, I simply didn’t have a clue.
When we saw each other in our finery, I think we both stood in shocked silence for a few seconds. My tailored suit had cost a bit of money but was absolutely perfect. Her dress was… well, there was that part of me that wanted to take more than one photo for posterity, and the other half that was so turned on by her, that I wanted to lift up the hem and have my way with her, while she still wore the dress.
Walking towards me, even in her heels, she was still a couple of inches shorter than me. “I’m not wearing panties, and I thought you’d like the stockings and suspenders,” she whispered.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Steph.”
She took my hand, lifting the hem of my dress, and placed my fingers at her pussy. “I’m turned on just looking at you too, handsome. You’ll be fighting the girls off tonight.”
Taking back my hand, I made to suck on my fingers before I offered them to her. She eagerly sucked them clean, making an approving noise, before she leaned up to kiss me. “Fucking hell, Steph…”
“I’m going to spend all night turning you on so you fuck me hard when we’re back here later tonight.”
Heading downstairs once it was time, we made sure we didn’t arrive too early. We took photos first, ensuring we had more than one of us as a couple before we took a couple of group photos. Those of us old enough to drink headed straight to the bar for a drink, mingling with close friends and acquaintances until we were to sit down for dinner. Thankfully, it had been organised properly so our group all sat together, and it was amazing to see the four relationships that formed were still going strong. Once dessert was served, I spent time feeling up Stephanie, who did the same to me, my free hand between her legs at the same time. She just about managed to stay quiet as I brought her to orgasm, though the coloured cheeks and shiny forehead gave away she was rather excited.
Dragged onto the dancefloor once the slow music started, I held her tight to my body as we swayed together, resting her head against my chest whenever we were not making out. I noticed my friends doing the same, and plenty more couples were up, enjoying the ambiance. There were more slow songs than not, I think taking in the general feeling. It was a celebration tinged with the sadness that this part of our life was now complete. Our lives would never be the same again.
As the party started to wind down, Stephanie and I wandered around to say goodbye to people. Our group was always going to remain tight, lifelong friends, but most others would slowly but surely fade away. Our parents had told us the same thing. The closest friends remain for decades. Anyone else eventually stopped calling and visiting as their new chapter of life began. There were handshakes, hugs, and a few tears as Stephanie said goodbye.
Dragged towards the elevator once she was done bidding everyone farewell, she wasted no time getting us both naked back in our room. She’d never had a problem going down on me, and happily took what I gave her, looking up with a glint in her eye, suggesting I’d last longer now. I returned the favour as always, savouring her taste, just as I’d done the first time, left clueless as to why some men didn’t enjoy going down on a woman.
Then we made love. No idea how long for, but there was something in the air in that room that night. We felt closer than ever. That look in her eyes I’d seen earlier intensified. Worn out by the time she finally rolled off me, she cuddled into me, whispered she loved me, before falling asleep, her head resting in that little nook against my neck.
Waking the next morning, Stephanie was already up, smiling at me as she sat at the end of the bed. Giving myself a couple of minutes to wake up, I sat up against the pillow and wished her good morning.
“You know I love you, John.”
“Yeah, I know. I love you too. What’s up?”
She took a deep breath and that slight feeling I’d had in my gut recently went into overdrive. “John, I have to confess something. I’m not going straight to university next year. Some friends of mine and I have been talking and we’ve come to a decision. We’re going to go travel the world for a year.”
I noticed there was no invite for me. That set off alarm bells immediately. I had a job lined up and was already looking at an apartment we could rent until she was supposedly finished university.
“Sounds like I’m not invited, Stephanie.”
The fidgeting gave away the fact she was nervous. “You’re not,” she whispered, “It’s a girl’s only trip.”
“Who else is going?”
“Just some friends. We’re going to leave next year, so we’ll still be able to spend Christmas and New Years’ Ever together.”
“Wow, thanks for that, Steph. Glad I’m getting some of your valuable time,” I stated, unable to stop the sarcasm.
“While I’m away, John, I want to…” She stopped and took a deep breath. “I want to open our relationship. Or take a break, but when I return, we’ll pick up where we left off.” She met my eyes and immediately looked away as she wouldn’t have liked what she could see. “I’m going to be away for a year. I’ve only ever been with you. It will also give you a chance…”