Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2003 10:34:58 -0500
From: music teacher <musicteacher2002@hotmail.com>
Subject: "This is the Night" chapter 17

Disclaimer:  I have an overactive imagination, the result of which is this
story.  I do not know Clay Aiken or any other celebrities mentioned in this
story, and I do not intend to imply anything about their true sexualities.
Simply file this in the "Wouldn't it be nice...?" portion of your mind.  Also,
if you are under legal age to be reading this sort of stuff (18 in most
areas), then leave now.  All the rest of you who ARE of age, please enjoy my
little mind trip away from the land of reality.

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CHAPTER 17

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"The Miss America pageant?!" I said, surprised.  "That's wonderful!"  I was
on the phone with Clay, who had left me an excited voicemail telling me to
call him as soon as possible.  Since I had to teach all day, I wasn't able
to return his call until after school.

"So go home as soon as you can, and get dressed up, because we are
celebrating tonight!" he said, excitedly.

"Hmm," I said mischievously, "shouldn't I go home and get UNdressed, in that
case?"

"Patience, grasshopper," said Clay, chuckling.  "Good things come to those
who wait."

"OK, well, I'm headed out the door here pretty soon."

"Sounds great.  Call me when you're ready to go."

"I love you," I told him.

"Damn right you do!" he said, laughing.  "I love you, too," he told me
seriously.

I gathered my things, walked to my car, and began to drive home.  As I
drove, my mind began to wander.  Clay hadn't mentioned what we were going to
be doing tonight.  I figured dinner was probably going to be involved, but
where?  Did he have any other plans?  Then, of course, I began to consider
the possibilities of those "other plans," and had to calm myself down.

Clay had said to get "dressed up," so I knew whatever we were doing was
probably going to be fancy.  Since I felt anything but fresh after teaching
all day (my lesson plans for that week involved music games that were quite
active), I decided a shower was in order.  After cleaning all my 2000 parts
(but making sure to pay special attention to one or two parts in
particular), I dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist, and ventured to
my closet to pick out what I was going to wear.  After fifteen minutes of
hemming and hawing, I reached two conclusions.  The first of these
conclusions was that it was definitely time to go shopping for new clothes.
The second conclusion was that I was going to wear my olive green button
down shirt with my black blazer over it, and black dress pants.  I decided
to go sans tie, opting to simply leave an extra button open.

After I got dressed, I decided to experiment with my hair a little bit.
Normally, I put very little, if any, product in my hair, but I felt
motivated to try something different tonight.  Luckily, I kept some gel and
mousse around for times like this.  I decided to use a little bit of gel,
comb my hair forward, and spike the front just a bit.  When I was satisfied
with my appearance, I dabbed on a little bit of my cologne, gave myself one
final look in the mirror, and called Clay.

"Hey, baby," I said when he answered.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" he asked.

"Sure am!" I told him.  "Where are we going?"

"You'll find out later," he said.  I could hear the smile in his voice.  "In
the meantime, you'd better get that."

"Get what?" I asked him, slightly confused.  Right on cue, the doorbell
rang.

"What the...?"  I asked as I opened the door.  When I did, I saw Clay standing
there with his cell phone in one hand, a dozen roses in the other, and a
huge smile on his face.

We quickly hung up our cell phones.  "Hi!" I said, giving him a kiss and
hug.  "What are these for?  I thought we were celebrating your success
tonight!"

"There's something else to celebrate tonight, too," Clay said.

"There is?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said.  Great.  Another surprise.  I laughed and shook my
head.  We got into the limo and rode to wherever it was we were going.  The
whole way there, I tried my hardest to pump Clay for information, but he
wouldn't budge.  I was both proud and somewhat worried that he was able to
resist my most blatant sexual advances.  This boy wasn't telling anything.

Luckily, it was a pretty short trip.  The driver opened the door, and I got
out immediately.  When clay emerged a second later, I saw that my blatant
sexual advances hadn't been *completely* lost on him.  I looked to see where
we were, and to my surprise, he had taken me to an Indian restaurant.  We
walked in and were seated right away at a table in the back corner.  Our
waiter came, and after we had ordered our food, Clay ordered a bottle of the
most expensive champagne.

"But Clay," I said, surprised, "you don't drink!"

"Tonight is a special occasion," he said with a wink.

"Alright, what gives?" I said.  I was thoroughly confused.

"OK, well, I was going to wait until later in the meal to do this, but I may
as well do it now."  Clay laughed.  "You really don't like surprises, do
you?"

"I'm just confused," I said.  "What is there to celebrate besides the Miss
America gig?"

Clay reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box.  I
looked at it, wondering both what it could be and why I was getting a gift.
The box was too big for a ring, but not shaped right for a necklace or
bracelet.

"Earth to Randy," said Clay, waving his hand in front of my face.  "Aren't
you going to open it?"

"Huh?  Oh!  Of course!"  I opened it up and saw a beautiful pair of silver
cufflinks.  "Wow," I said.  "These are wonderful!"

"Look closely at them," he urged.  I picked up the box and examined the
cufflinks.  One of them was engraved with "CA" and the other had "RN," my
initials, engraved on it.

"Thank you so much," I said.

"You're welcome," he said.  "Happy anniversary, baby."

Wait a tick.  Anniversary?!  Our three month anniversary wasn't for two more
days!  We had already made plans for that.  Had he forgotten?  Had *I*
forgotten??

"But sweetie," I said, trying to remain calm, "our anniversary is
Thursday...isn't it?"

"Well, all I know is that there is an entry in my journal from three months
ago today that says `Today I met the cutest, most amazing guy in the world,'
so I figure that deserves a celebration," he said

"Awwww!" I said.  "But that's not fair!  You cheated!"

"Cheated?!" he said, confused.  "I would never...!"

"I didn't mean you were unfaithful," I said, calming him down.  "I know
you'd never do that...RIGHT?" I asked, pointedly.

"Of course not," he answered.

"But you cheated by taking me out for our anniversary two days early!" I
said, mock pouting.

"I wanted to surprise you!" he said, smiling. "And apparently, it worked!"

"But I don't have your present yet...I haven't been able to get it finished
yet." I said, continuing my little temper tantrum.

"Oh, sweetie, you know I don't care about that.  You can just give it to me
Thursday, like we planned," he said, laying his hand on top of mine.
Luckily, there was no one around at that point.

"Well, thank you," I said.  "The cufflinks are beautiful."

"You're welcome."  Clay squeezed my hand quickly and then let go.  Soon, the
waiter came back with our food, and the bottle of champagne.  I'm not
usually a champagne fan (I prefer red wine), but this was good stuff.  Clay
and I each had a couple of glasses with our meal, which was quite delicious.
  When the check came, I reached for it, but Clay snapped it up quickly.

"It'sh OK," he said.  "III've got it."  Apparently, two glasses of champagne
has quite an effect on someone who has rarely drunk alcohol.

"Clay, you're tipsy!"  I said giggling.

He put his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart and squinted.  "Maybe
just a teeeeeeeny bit," he said.  Clay managed to pay the bill without
incident, but when we got up to leave, it took him a bit to find his
balance.  We walked out to the limo (one of us with more grace than the
other) and climbed inside.  Once we had, Clay immediately reached for the
fridge and pulled out another bottle of champagne.  "For later," he
whispered loudly before diverging into a fit of giggles.

The limo dropped us off at Clay's house.  We went inside and I sat on the
sofa in his living room while Clay went to the kitchen in search of two
champagne flutes.  When he returned, I filled them both and toasted to our
relationship.  "May it bring us happiness for infinitely many more months to
come."

We finished the bottle of wine fairly quickly, and by the end of it, I was
feeling pretty buzzed myself.  Clay, needless to say, was pretty far gone.

"Thish drinking thing is purty fun!" he said loudly.  "I'm not real sure why
I don't do it more often!  I feel GRRRRRREAT!  Heehee, I'm Tony the Tiger!"
This "metaphor" sent Clay into another fit of giggles.  He ended up laughing
so hard that his head ended up in my lap.

"Well, `tiger,' you're not gonna feel so ferocious in the morning, I can
practically guarantee it," I told him.

"But I feel pretty good now," he said in an almost child-like fashion.  "In
fact," he said, his expression quickly turning lusty, "I'm
feeling...REALLY...good."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.  "How
good?"

"This good!" he said, and grabbed me in the most lustful, ferocious kiss he
had ever given me.  His tongue immediately entered my mouth, and I let it
explore there for a while.  I then poked my own tongue in his mouth, and he
eagerly sucked on it, which was something that drove me crazy, and he knew
it.  Our hands were running through each other's hair wildly.  So much for
the product I had so carefully applied earlier that evening.  Reluctantly, I
pulled away.

I gently led him by the hands to his bedroom, where I turned the lights on
only halfway (yay for dimmer switches!) and sat down on his bed.  He sat
down next to me.  We began to kiss gingerly, lips barely brushing over each
other.  Our arms were around each other as we kissed some more, still just
as tenderly and slowly.  My right hand left Clay's back and traveled up to
his face, where my fingertips gently brushed his cheek.

I slowly laid Clay back on the bed as we began to kiss more deeply.  As I
lay on top of him, Clay's hands began to roam my back, slowly untucking my
shirt.  His left hand found its way underneath my shirt and began to caress
my bare back while his left hand began to wander down beneath my dress
pants.  Clay moaned with delight when he realized that I wasn't wearing any
underwear.  His right hand ventured underneath my pants as well, and I
removed my mouth from Clay's to concentrate on his neck.

At first, I simply buried my nose in Clay's neck and took in the way he
smelled, which was intoxicating.  I began to kiss the left side of his neck,
licking, sucking, gently biting.  I slowly made my way to his Adam's apple.
As I drifted over to the right side of his neck, my left hand untucked part
of Clay's shirt and drifted up to caress his chest.  As I licked and sucked
his neck, I began to play with his nipple.  This added stimulation made Clay
squeeze my butt and pull me in closer to him as he ground his crotch into
mine.  I began to moan, lightly humping him.

"Take me," Clay said.  "I'm yours, baby.  I want that dick of yours inside
me.  Fuck me!"  I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking or not.
Probably.  Regardless, it turned me on to hear those words coming from my
sweet innocent Clay.  I made quick work of the buttons on Clay's shirt.  In
fact, I may have even ripped one of them off altogether, but I didn't much
care.  Once his shirt was off, I went to work on his nipples, sucking them,
licking them, nibbling on them.  As I did this, and gave the same treatment
to the other nipple, I unbuckled Clay's belt and ripped it off of him.  I
didn't even bother unbuttoning his pants.  Clay simply lifted his butt off
the bed, and I yanked them down to his ankles.

"Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one who came prepared," I said as I
noticed that Clay was also not wearing any underwear.  Clay sat up and began
to undress me even more quickly than I had undressed him.  In the process,
he ripped my shirt, but again, we didn't care.  Our mouths met in a frantic
kiss, and I once again lay on top of him, grinding my cock onto his crotch.
This time, there was a little added slickness from both our sweat and
precum.

"Do it now," Clay groaned.  Happily obliging, I grabbed a condom and some
lube, put them on my cock, and Clay got on his hands and knees on his bed.
I began to slowly enter Clay, but he would have none of it.  He pushed his
ass back toward my crotch so that my dick was fully buried right away.  We
both groaned loudly from the pleasurable feeling.  I began to pump in and
out of Clay.  I knew that it wouldn't be too long until I shot my load.  I
slowed down for a bit, then sped back up.  As I fucked Clay, I ran my hands
over his back, ass, and legs.  We were both groaning and moaning louder than
we ever had before.

All too soon, I felt myself getting close to the edge.  "I'm gonna cum," I
yelled.

"Cum all over me, baby," said Clay, surprising me.  I pulled out of him, and
he flipped over onto his back while I removed the condom and began to stroke
myself.  Clay gently removed my hands from my dick.  Looking me straight in
the eye, and never losing eye contact, he began to stroke me.

I began to breathe harder.  "Clay...I'm gonna...UUUUNNNHHHHHHHHH!"  I shouted as
I released five hot ropes of cum onto Clay's chest and hard cock.  I began
to rub it into his chest, and then gathered some of it into my hand and used
it as lube as I stroked Clay to orgasm.  After he had shot his copious load,
I lay on top of him once more and we made out, our sperm mixing together
between our chests.

"You are so amazing," he said to me.

"Me?!" I asked incredulously.  "I never thought I'd hear you say some of
those things!"

"Happy anniversary," he told me, kissing me on the lips.

"Oh, no," I told him after we drew apart.  "Our anniversary isn't for two
more days.  You ain't seen nothin' yet!"  We kissed for a while longer
before drifting off to sleep.

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That's it for this chapter!  Thanks again to Lee for editing, and thanks to
those of you who have written in!  Keep the comments coming...I love hearing
from all of you!  Write to musicteacher2002@hotmail.com  More exciting stuff
to come!