High School Love - A Collection of Romances

Godspeed, Prom Queen

Homecoming is in a week. The school is frantic. Girls are being asked out by the boys in extravagant displays and worrying about whether or not their dresses will fit right. Boys are stressing about if the girl they like will say yes to their prom-posal and if the food will be edible. The teachers, on the other hand, are cool and collected. This prom has been planned for months, and now the only thing they have to worry about is getting ready that day and grading their work in advance.

Ms. Latanya sits at her desk, her students chattering in Spanish. At least they're technically doing as they're supposed to in this class. She wonders about whether or not she'll be asked to the dance by any coworkers. She recently had a divorce, and though the wound is still fresh, she's not the type of woman to linger on heartbreak. She's rather busy today—she has to finish grading, and get her hair done. Mr. Bonny walks into the class, a stack of paper in his skinny arms. "Hello, class,"  he says. "Some of you owe me the lab from last week. Raise your hand if you need it." A few kids raise their hands and Mr. Bonny hands them the lab. "I need it by the end of the week." Ms. Latanya smiles. "Busy week." Mr. Bonny nods, with a sigh.  "Yeah," he says."His West African accent is so sexy!" she thinks. She stops herself, though. She can't think this way! He's married, and he has six kids! She's been haunted by his sexy silver fox persona all year, and can't stand it.

On the other hand, Mr. Bonny hasn't thought of her at all. He's been busy with his wife, whom he loves dearly. He  takes a sip from his big clunky water bottle. He looks around. "I have to go, bye Latanya."

Later that day, Latanya goes to get her hair braided. Normally her hair is short and fried, sticking out like Lisa Simpson's hair. But after this, her hair will never be stiff again! She has blonde microbraids, giving her the appearance of a white girl with a bad tan. Sexy, sexy!

The week goes by in a flash as all the tests flicker like candle flames, here and gone.

In the bathroom, Ms. Latanya changes into her dress. It's a hot pink bodycon with the back and hips cut out. The neckline is so low she could breastfeed in the dress. Her hair is done up and her makeup is slaying. She's definitely ready to steal Bonny away from that wench!

In another bathroom, Bonny changes into a basic button-down and slacks. Despite the simplicity, he's looking dapper and even has a suede fedora to fit over his big shiny head.

The both of them head into the gym, which has been transformed into a dancefloor crowded with twerking girls and boys. 

They all get jiggy with it, shaking their tushies for the gushies! Latanya's boob almost falls out of her dress multiple times, but it doesn't affect her. She just keeps dancing. Bonny notices and backs away from her, going to the punch bowl...

Somebody must have snuck something in and spiked the punch, because Bonny can't walk straight anymore. He's basically doing the wobble. Latanya's condition is worse, no debate. She's popping her pussy on the dance floor, drink in hand, boobs flopping around. It's a wild sight, but everybody's too drunk to do anything. Her ass is bouncing up and down like a basketball. Eventually she stumbles over to Bonny and begins to kiss him...

The night passes like a blur, and Bonny wakes up beside Latanya in the counselor's office. Neither of them are decent. She's snoring with her tits out, and Bonny's lost his boxers. He regrets everything. He checks the time: 4:12AM. He gets dressed with what he can find, and begins to plan.

He rummages through every cabinet he finds, and finds a locked drawer. He frantically busts it open. There's a loaded Glock 19 inside, which he picks up. He holds it for a long time, tracing the barrel. Eventually he comes to the decision.

He shoots Latanya in the head. He collects his things and leaves hastily, never to return.