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  PRANK NIGHT

  Symone Craven

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  Prank Night

  By Symone Craven

  Copyright © 2014 Symone Craven

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  Beginning

  Copyright

  Table of Contents

  Prank Night

  If You Liked This Story…

  Banged My Way To An “A”

  Night Fair

  Coming Soon

  One Night With The Devil: My Mother’s Dubious Deed

  About the Author

  Symone Craven

  The Craven Collection

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  Tonight is it. This is the big night for Lonnie, if he’d only get his head out of his ass.

  He strolls over to his favorite lunch table, where his best friends Bobby and Nick hang out every week. Lonnie bites his apple while his buddies look up at him and sneer. He’s the kind of guy meant for the cool kids table, way on the other side of the cafeteria. Neither Bobby nor Nick knows why Lonnie puts up with them. He has long brown hair and plays the guitar, for Christ’s sake! Girls eat that shit up! Nick and Bobby? They spend their Friday nights on separate computers in the same computer lounge playing World of Warcraft. Neither of them have the lean body or charisma that Lonnie possess.

  Tonight is the night. No screw-ups. Bobby and Nick are eager to boost their reputations. They ply the new kid Dennis with a sip from Bobby’s mother’s bourbon and some porno magazines. Once he hides them away in his locker, the three of them huddle close to one another at the lunch table and study a crudely drawn map. “Y’see Dennis,” Bobby says. He points to a section of the crumpled paper. “We go through that backdoor. Down the hall is the staircase. Upstairs are the girls.”

  “There are three floors,” Nick says. “Ten rooms each means we got to get all thirty.” He points to a row of boxes. “These are all the rooms. If we don’t get ‘em all, that’s okay. But we need to get enough to win this year.”

  Dennis looks at him, confused. He wrinkles his freckled nose and scratches his ginger hair. “What are we gettin’?” He asks.

  Nick and Bobby glare at one another. “I thought you told him,” Bobby says.

  “I thought you,” Nick replies.

  Finally, the two of them awkwardly smile at Dennis and both answer in unison: “Panties.”

  “Panties?” He asks. Dennis winces as he repeats it. “We’re gonna steal girls’ underwear?”

  “Of course not,” Nick says.

  “We’re borrowing them,” Bobby adds. “Each year we collect them and make our trademark.”

  “We need a trademark in order for our prank to count,” Nick says. “Otherwise, it’ll be bad news for us.”

  “Why?” Dennis asks.

  Bobby shrugs. “You basically get your ass kicked by the Reagan brothers.”

  “Who are the Reagan brothers?” Dennis asks.

  Both of the young boys groan. “Jeez, where are you from that you don’t know who they are? It’s those two over there.” Nick points to a gregarious couple of young men leaning against the quad statue of Seymour Crest, founder of the Burrows Boarding School. There are several other teens chatting around them. Amidst the vast battlefield of the outdoor cafeteria, it is clear to see that the two of them wield the most power. “Mitch and Kenny,” Nick says. “That tall one with the dirty blonde hair is Mitch. And, well, the smaller muscular guy next to him is Kenny.”

  “As long as we pull of our prank,” Bobby says. “We don’t get messed with.”

  Dennis smiles. “Cool. So then you guys are pretty good at this, huh?”

  The two of them shake their heads. “Not at all,” Nick replies. “We’ve had a losing streak since we started three years ago. And we have Lonnie James-Osmet to thank for that.”

  “Who is Lonnie James-Osmet?” Dennis asks, his voice phlegmy and shrill. When he speaks, he slides his coke-bottled glasses up his nose.

  Both of the young men nod to Lonnie, whose headed in their direction.

  Dennis snickers. “That guy is like a model from one of those JC Penny’s catalogues,” he says. “Why does he hang out with you two?”

  Bobby and Nick both look insulted at first. But when they take one look at each other they relax and shrug. “We’re still trying to figure out why,” Bobby says. “All I know is that he chickens out of the panty raid every year.”

  “Which means that every year we get our asses kicked.” Nick wipes his nose, thinking of the numerous times he’s had to go to the school infirmary. Bobby could no longer count how many wedgies he’s received during this school year alone. He has the permanent burn running down his ass crack to prove it.

  Lonnie, however, appears to come out harmless every time. And Dennis can see why. The guy approaches him, sticks out his hand and says, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. I’m Lonnie James-Osmet.”

  As Lonnie extends his hand, Dennis cowers and nearly falls off his seat. He takes a deep breath. “Dennis Burbur,” he replies. “Your friends were telling me about you.”

  Lonnie pats Bobby and Nick on the back. “Hopefully all good things,” he says.

  That’s when Bobby stands up from the table. “Dennis, will you excuse us?” He nudges Nick in the arm, who suddenly shoots up from the table also. “We’re gonna take a quick lap around the cafeteria. Be back in 5.” Then the two of them scurry away with Lonnie in tow.

  When they’ve reached a good distance from Dennis, they begin to slow their stride. “Where were you guys this morning?” Lonnie asks. “I thought we were all going to blow off first period and get high in the park.”

  “I forgot,” Bobby replies.

  Nick just shrugs and mutters ditto. “Look, Lonnie. Bobby and I have been thinking long and hard. And we think that it’s not such a good idea for all of us to be hanging out right now.”

  “For prank night,” Bobby says. “You understand, right?”

  Lonnie shakes his head. “No I don’t,” he answers. Bobby and Nick are surprised to see Lonnie so distraught. “I thought we were friends.”

  “Don’t get us wrong” Bobby replies. “We like being your friend.”

  “It’s great,” Nick says.

  Then, Bobby regains Lonnie’s attention. “But, the thing is this: You’re not a big fan of prank night. You don’t want to be a part of it. And we get that.”

  “It’s childish,” Nick spits out.

  “But,” Bobby says, pointing to himself and Nick. “We have to do it so we don’t get pummeled by the Reagan brothers.”

  “Hold on,” Lonnie replies. “This is all because of them? You should stand up to those two jerks. The only reason they pick fights with everyone is because they’re so insecure.”

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bsp; “Right,” Nick says. “The two of them definitely have some major character flaws. Regardless, our asses get kicked every year.”

  “But,” Bobby interjects. “They don’t touch you. And they don’t touch you because you’re technically a cool kid.”

  Lonnie smiles. “Thanks, but I think you’re cool guys too. That’s why I hang out with you.”

  Bobby and Nick give Lonnie a piteous look. They truly like him, and not just for the benefits of being his friend, which means free marijuana, a swim in his pool, a chance to play basketball on his own private court. Lonnie is genuinely one of the good ones. Bobby furrows his sad eyebrows at first, reconsidering his decision. But, then Nick coughs abruptly, bringing Bobby back to reality. He shakes himself out of it. “This is hard to do,” Bobby says. “But, hey, let’s just wait until prank night is over. Then we’ll talk.”

  They leave him there without even saying good-bye. Across the quad he sees the Reagan brothers laughing and having a good time. He storms over to them and catches Mitch’s eye. Mitch grins and jabs his baby brother in the rib. Kenny grunts at first and gives Mitch a threatening stare. Then, he notices Lonnie and the same sneer appears on his face also.

  “Well, well, well.” Mitch jumps from the statue’s plinth. “Lonnie James-Osmet, what a pleasant surprise.”

  “We were beginning to think you were too good for us.” Kenny cracks his knuckles. “What brings you over to our side of the quad?”

  Lonnie takes a deep breath. He knows he can lose his patience easily; it’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t cross paths with the Reagan brothers. “About this prank night,” he says. “Can we just drop it?”

  The Reagan brothers glance at one another, confused. “‘Drop it?’” Kenny asks.

  Lonnie nods. “It’s kind of stupid, don’t you think? You end up embarrassing and upsetting almost half of the student body.”

  Mitch shrugs. “They either have a sense of humor or they don’t.”

  “You know,” Kenny says. “If you participate and get into the spirit of it, then you’ll be surprised at just how much fun it can be.”

  “And what about the girls over at Chestnut Hall?” Lonnie asks. “Do you think they like having their panties thrown on the tree outside of their dorms?”

  Both Kenny and Mitch snicker. “It’s not like we’re the ones who do it,” Kenny says. Then, he points to Nick and Bobby. “It’s your bosom buddies over there that you have to blame.”

  Mitch playfully scratches his head. “Wait a second… Did you and your girlfriends over there get into a fight?” Both of the brothers begin to mock Lonnie, bursting into fake tears.

  But Lonnie isn’t easily intimidated. “If you two weren’t such dickheads,” Lonnie says. “Then maybe it would be less tense around here.”

  Mitch stalks towards him until they’re standing toe-to-toe. “And what are you going to do about it?” He asks, breathing heavy into Lonnie’s face. He stands several inches taller than Lonnie, and has a meaty build fit for a school thug.

  Lonnie doesn’t flinch. He’s calm to the point that it makes Mitch anxious. “I don’t think I’m asking for much,” Lonnie says. “I’m just saying to call this stupid crap off.”

  By then, the boys haven’t noticed that they’ve drawn a crowd. Everyone in the quad gathers around the three young men, whispering about what’s going to happen next. Even Bobby, Nick, and Dennis try to push their way to the front. They stand on their tip toes, barely catching a glimpse of Lonnie and Mitch about to fight. Meanwhile, Kenny stands in the wings, anticipating his tap into the ring. Eventually, someone yells for the two to fight. Soon the entire quad is chanting it.

  Mitch takes a swing, but Lonnie ducks in time and is able to deliver a solid blow to Mitch’s stomach. He lurches forward. When Lonnie tries to give him an uppercut to his jaw, Mitch moves out of the way and tackles him from behind. The crowd cheers and hollers as they watch the two. Kenny jumps around them, finding a way to get in on the action. Mitch and Lonnie wrestle to the ground. Mitch is on top of him one second, Lonnie the next. Finally they’re back on their feet, fists guarding their chins, a fierce look in both of the boys’ eyes. Each one tries to take a shot at the other, but so far they’ve been equally matched. The crowd becomes bloodthirsty, roaring for someone to make a move.

  Then, suddenly Lonnie sees someone out of the corner of his eye. He shrugs it off at first and keeps focused on Mitch. But, then he hears her voice. “Mitch!” She calls out. She sounds sweet. Lonnie turns around and when he lays his eyes upon her, he smiles. She is a tall blonde with wolf-like eyes and feathered hair. Her buxom tits are squeezed into a tight white sweater, and her mini-skirt barely covers her robust backside. Lonnie couldn’t take his eyes off of her, which proves advantageous for Mitch.

  Boom!

  Mitch knocks Lonnie’s lights out. He sees stars explode in front of him as he hits the ground. The crowd whistles. Then, soon the adults begin to swarm on the raucous teenagers. Mitch and Kenny flee the scene. Lonnie, too, tries to hide amongst the crowd. The last thing he needs is to go to the school nurse or talk to any teachers about this. Instead he sees Mitch and his girlfriend exit out of the West side of the quad, while he is ushered out of the East exit. He enters the halls of the main building, where he notices Bobby and Nick. Next to them is Dennis, who looks petrified. When Lonnie waves to them they wave back, albeit with some obvious hesitance. Nonetheless, Lonnie walks over to the trio. “Did you see that chick?” He asks them. “The one that left with Mitch?”

  The two of them nod. “Denise Ulrich,” Bobby says. “She’s been Mitch’s girl for a few months now.”

  “They grew up in the same neighborhood,” Nick says. “They didn’t seem like such an item until Mitch finally broke up with Alice.”

  Bobby snickers. “Allegedly.”

  Lonnie flinches. “What does she see in a dipshit like that?” When he doesn’t get a response, he finally realizes that his friends have deserted him. He sighs and heads to his next class.

  In algebra, Mr. Konch goes on and on about numbers. Lonnie doesn’t get any of it. If he’s lucky, he can cram study the night before the test and get passable grades. But he couldn’t concentrate at all in class. He keeps thinking about Denise in her white denim jacket. He needs to get her alone and talk to her. He knows if he does then she’ll be his. Ten minutes, he thinks to himself. Maybe even five.

  That’s when Lonnie looks out the window and sees Denise and Mitch strolling across Hedbury Field. It looks like they’re on their way to the soccer field. Quickly, Lonnie excuses himself from class. He mutters something about needing to pee, and bolts straight for the door. He runs to the nearest exit and bursts through the double doors. Lonnie keeps a safe distance and is able to get close enough to see Denise and Mitch sneak underneath the bleachers facing the vacant soccer fields. Lonnie creeps up to a bench nearby.

  At first, Lonnie only has a view of Mitch, who blocks Denise as he kisses her. Lonnie watches him closely as Mitch squeezes Denise’s boob. When he begins to desperately dry hump against her leg, Denise pushes him back. “Take it slow,” she says. “You don’t have to rush with me, baby.”

  “I’m horny as hell,” Mitch says, breathing heavy. “Show me something, please.” He unzips his jeans and rubs the erection through his briefs.

  Denise laughs. It’s an infectious giggle that makes Lonnie’s penis twitch. “You’re acting like a child,” she says. “Any more of your tantrum, buddy, and I’ll tell the principal!”

  “Oh you haven’t seen a tantrum yet!” Mitch tries to overpower Denise. It almost causes Lonnie to come to her rescue, finishing their fight with a punch right in Mitch’s stomach. But Denise is no stranger to Mitch’s playful aggression. As he forces her down, he abruptly stops when Denise slips her hand down his pants. “How about this,” she says to Mitch, rubbing his stiffening cock. “I’ll give you a hand if you do the same.”

  Mitch eagerly nods. He gets behind Denise and takes off her jacket. Then, h
e pulls up her shirt and fondles her large breasts. Lonnie immediately gets hard at the sight of Denise topless. Her tits are firm and buoyant, with large pink areolas and perky nipples. While Mitch delightfully fondles her breasts, Denise reaches up her skirt and slides a frilly pair of lace panties down over her knees. Watching the pair pangs Lonnie with a mixture of jealousy and arousal that’s hard for him to ignore. In the meantime, he adjusts his crotch and keeps his eyes on Denise.

  Mitch eagerly guides Denise’s hands to his cock, a slab of flesh that he still needs to learn how to handle. Nonetheless, Mitch is a giving and excited lover, and that is what Denise likes about him. She wraps her fingers around his shaft, giving him a good squeeze at the base of his cock, then loosening her sensuous grip as she lightly tickles his pink glans. While she plays with him, Mitch reaches down between her legs. His fingers crawl down the blonde patch of trimmed hair to her nude, fleshy lips. He slides his fingers into her tight flesh, painting her clit with her juices. Then, Mitch begins to vigorously rub Denise’s clit. She winces, and reaches down to slow his rhythm.

  Lonnie watches the girl fervently. Her tits are lifted high in the air, back arched and squirming as Mitch plays with her cunt. Lonnie couldn’t help but unzip his fly and touch himself, imagining how soft and wet her pussy must feel. He looks down at his rigid cock, long and veined. It twitches thinking of her. Hearing Denise moan makes him feel dizzy. As Mitch rubs her tits, Lonnie thinks of his hands on her, pinching and teasing her nipples until she cries out for more. Meanwhile Mitch squeezes her heavy breasts, feasting off of her neck as he aggressively rubs her clit. She squeezes his cock, quickening her stroke as her pussy gushes.

  Slowly rubbing his cock, Lonnie imagines Denise in her tight white sweater, exposing her soft, slender tummy and crawling on all fours towards him. She sits obediently in between his legs. Her big luscious lips wrap around his cock. Lonnie whispers her name, and their eyes lock as her tongue tickles his swollen head. Lonnie opens his eyes to get another peek at her again, to drink up her shapely body. He likes girls with some extra padding, and Denise’s body is packed in all of the right places. He couldn’t tell then but he knows that Denise’s booty is shaped like a ripe onion. Her thighs we thick and her legs long and lean. Mitch couldn’t handle a woman like her and it shows. He’s quick to convulse under her grip; come drips from his cock onto her fingers. As soon as he’s spent, Mitch lifts Denise off of lap.