School's Out- A Randall Pink Floyd Story

Fourth of July Prep

Before y'all come at me for the patriotic colors of everyone's outfits, I'm just gonna say the story is set in 1976 and leave it at that. 

Smut in this chapter as well.

Pink's parents threw their annual Fourth of July party that year, and all our friends were coming. No one except for Don and Shavonne knew about us, and we wanted to keep it that way until we were ready, maybe in a month or so.

"What do you think? White top and blue shorts to match you?" Pink said, throwing a set of clothes on his bed.

I contemplated the outfit and then looked at him.

"I'm not sure how I feel about it, Pink."

"Really?"

"Yea," I said before smiling, "I mean, I can't have you looking hotter than me."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me, "Oh, I think you'll have to deal with that. Just for one day."

We started making out and slowly moved toward the bed before falling on it.

Benny POV

Cammy dumped me after she found out about me and Jodi. It was only a matter of time. I didn't even love her anymore, but I liked having her to myself. She was hot, popular, and was better to me than anyone else. But Jodi understood me more, and I fell in love with her. I know it's shit that I cheated and didn't end things with her first, but part of me didn't want to let Cammy go.

Now, I lost her and would never get her back, not even as a friend. I knew Pink's parents were hosting their Fourth of July party today, so I walked by his house just for old-time's sake. Pink and Don would never talk to me again, except for maybe football-related reasons. Man, I fucked up.

As I got closer, I contemplated knocking on the door, but even if I did, there was no telling Pink would want to hear what I had to say. He was always closer to Cammy anyway. 

I reached Pink's house. I saw him through his window, making out with a girl. I didn't know who the girl was for a few seconds before I recognized the hair and the rings on her fingers. It was Cammy. Pink and Cammy were hooking up. 

I stared in shock until they were out of my view, and then I ran back to my house. 

Pink sure had a lot of fucking nerve. 

Pink POV

I held onto Cammy's hair as she went down on me. Fuck, she looked so pretty sucking my cock, and she did it so well. 

"Yea," I said breathily, "That's it. Good girl."

She slowly got off me and put her head level with mine. I stuck my thumb in her mouth, and she sucked on it for a bit before straddling my waist. She was about to ride me, but to her surprise, I picked her up and pushed her against the wall. 

Cammy POV

I threw my head back and moaned as Pink pushed himself inside me, all while holding on to his shoulders and hair so he wouldn't drop me. 

"You're so fucking hot, holy shit," he said.

I put my hand over his mouth, "I don't want your parents to hear us."

"They won't," he said, "They never do."

I chuckled as he threw me back on the bed, placing my legs around his neck as he went faster and faster. I was scared his parents would hear how loud we were, but if he wasn't worried, neither was I. 

"Oh my god," I moaned, "Fuck."

A few minutes later, when we were about to cum, we covered each other's mouths, and Pink collapsed on the bed next to me.

He kissed my forehead and played with my hair while I traced shapes on his stomach. I loved us just laying there with each other more than the sex. It was so calming, and the aftercare was so important.

"Cammy?"

I looked up at him, "Yea?"

"I wanna tell- 

"RANDALL! CAN YOU COME DOWN AND HELP PLEASE?!" His mom shouted. It was so funny hearing someone call him Randall and not Pink or Randall Pink. His dad occasionally called him Randy, which was even more funny. 

"Yea, just a minute!"

We frantically got up and put our clothes on. I looked in the mirror and made sure my hair wasn't too messy before we went downstairs. 

"Hey, sweetheart, can you just grab the cups from the pantry- oh, hi, Cammy. I didn't know you were here."

I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear, "I got here about an hour ago. I would've said hi, but Pink said you were outside gardening."

"No worries," she said, "Are you good at chopping vegetables?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I loved cooking and usually was the one who made meals since my mom worked all day and was exhausted when she came home. 

"Perfect," Pink's mom clapped her hands together, "Just mince this onion and dice the tomato for now, ok?"

I nodded and got to it as Pink walked past me. 

"Hey. What were you saying earlier?" I whispered to him. 

He hesitated, but shook his head, "Don't worry. It wasn't important anyway."