Main Content Archive of Our Own betaArchive of Our OwnLog In FandomsBrowseSearchAboutWork Search tip: words:100 Skip header Actions Comments Share Download Work Header Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Underage Sex Categories: F/FF/M Fandom: To Her With Love (2022) Relationship: Amy/Everyone Characters: Leon (To Her With Love)Amy (To Her With Love)Stacy (To Her With Love)Eddie (To Her With Love)Jay (To Her With Love)Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Inspired by Hallmark MoviesMy First Work in This FandomTeenagersMinor Canonical Character(s)Adolescent SexualityPost-CanonYoung LoveHigh SchoolComing of AgeSecret CrushSexual ContentPorn With PlotHeterosexualityBisexualityBlack Character(s)Inspired by ArtFriends With BenefitsGroup SexOrgySexual ExperimentationBlack Male CharacterHispanic CharacterLatino CharacterAttractionMutual PiningPorn with FeelingsSmutFalling In LoveBondingHouse PartyBedroom SexBlow JobsTeen RomanceAnal SexOral SexVaginal FingeringOrgasmEspañol | SpanishInterracial RelationshipLesbian SexFemale Character of ColorFemale HomosexualityBest FriendsSex ToysMinor Original Character(s)Face-FuckingEjaculateRomance Between Black CharactersPoem: 3 O' Clock in the Morning - Jasmine MansReference to Langston HughesPoem: Touched By An Angel - Maya AngelouPoem: Black Woman - Leopold Sedhar SenghorNorth CarolinaHorny TeenagersSlangEroticaHallmark Movie Fic ChallengeShort One Shot Language:EnglishStats:Published:2025-05-12Words:2,247Chapters:1/1Hits:25 Party at Diego's House Wr1t3rJames4 Summary: Following the end of the movie, the Art class kids of Stansville High School enjoy time together at a house party, where deep-seated crushes, love of art, and erotic passions all come into play. Notes: This is one of my favorite Hallmark movies and after rewatching it yesterday, I was inspired to write a fanfic for it. Diego's character is based on the long-haired Latino boy who is seen in the film but never explored in depth. Same for Matt, who's the white boy in the teal-colored shirt. The names are my own creations but all the characters are canon. All the literary and art references belong to the respective creators. I thought they'd be fun to include since creativity is a major theme of the plot. I recommend the movie if you haven't watched it, will help in knowing who the characters are. Let me know what you think of my first for this fandom. I'm considering writing a Leon/Eddie story later on. Thanks for reading! Screenplay and its characters are property of Tyler Straessle. (See the end of the work for more notes.) Work Text: Ecstatically, Amy was lying on Diego's bed, completely naked except for the adidas sneakers tied on her feet. Her black pants and hot pink hoodie were in a pile on the floor, or maybe tossed to the corner, the 16-year-old with skin a hue of sable brown, rich as the night couldn't remember. She was super thirsty and zoned out having read a rousing poem titled “3 O’clock in the Morning” by Jasmine Mans. Stacy, her classmate and girlfriend, had told her not to sweat over Diego's party, but she’d been looking forward to seeing everybody for weeks following Prom, so Amy insisted on going to it. The energetic girl with semi-long curly hair brought her bestie along, of course. The petite light-skinned dancer always brought her along as she delighted in the sweet company of her presence. Amy was like a desired muse to her and all their mutual friends. Word spread to most of the school, fun-loving Stacy brought her to Diego's party, and now, despite being on the pill, the girl composed of almond-shaped eyes, arching eyebrows, and kissable fleshy lips was lying completely naked on Diego's bed, wondering what they were going to do to make the evening memorable. Whatever it was, Amy would be down with it; since coming into her own this recent semester she DEEPLY cared for her classmates and passionately involved with what they wanted to engage in. Nothing titillating was ever out of the question unless it had to do with painful kinks or Triple Dog dares . . . and even then, Amy was often a daredevil. Just as she was a team player following the art showcase, when Leon, another friend from the newly revamped art class, sat her down in the living room of his house during a study session and kissed her stunned face. The stocky formerly shy boy said “I totally like you, even though I'm crushing on Emma and kinda dig Eddie too. I get it if you’re not into me like that, but I’d totally love a BJ.” Dumbfounded, the next thing Amy knew, he's holding out his fattened, uncircumcised dick with his right hand and soaking her dark box braids with a jet stream of warm marble-white honey; poetic Leon had been listening to audio reading of Langston Hughes poems for two straight hours (his favorite entitled “Desire”). However, Amy was cool with almost anything her friends proposed. Desirously, she watched Stacy and five of their friends standing around Diego’s bed, everyone grinning and her sneakers cast off. She knew at that moment she was going to come into womanhood with them all . . . just as she always hoped for. Just the thought of making love to Stacy, Diego, and lovable Leon (plus Matt, Eddie, and Jay) made her nipples tighten into small ant hills and caused her peach to moisten and drip. Absentmindedly Amy drew a hand between her luminous legs and touched herself. "Now lick your fingers, mi musa," Diego ardently said, and Amy did so. All six of the other teens were taking off their pants. Which of course got Amy feeling even more frisky. Stacy, who was completely naked except for her black socks, climbed onto the long wavy-haired Latino teen's bed with her. Smiling widely, she kissed her friend tenderly on the mouth and entreated her “Get on all fours, girl.” Amy did without resistance. Stacy got behind her and started running her pink bullet vibe against the butt cheek before their audience. As she was doing this, nerdy-looking Jay knelt on the bed in front of Amy and entreated her to suck his cock. "Blow me, bitch," he said. Eagerly Amy reached forward and grabbed his half-hard joystick. It was extremely thick in her gracile hand. Endearingly she jerked him off and tongued his well-hung balls. "Oh yeah," he said, and put a hand on my head. Around back, Stacy had slyly worked the vibrator into her inviting juice wallet which wasn't a hard thing to do, considering she could probably fit two solid “appendages” up her snatch. "Yeah, play with my snatch," Amy euphorically told Stacy, her flower hungry for a sweet invasion. Awestruck, she leaned forward and sucked on Pat's cock, moaning as she was taken from both ends. Stacy was ready to burst. She wanted to be taken into her friend’s mouth, as usual. "Amy!" she cried, which was the signal to turn around and eat whatever came out of her honey pot. Boldly Amy did so. She tongued his balls as he jerked off, and when he started shooting his batter, the slim girl opened as wide as she could. Heatedly, Stacy grunted and opened a canal. Most of it landed in her welcoming mouth, but not every drop of it; there was a nice white load dangling like spider silk from her round chin. Amy let it hang there and continued to suck Stacy's vibe clean without hesitation. In a beat she turned around and asked who was next. Reed-thin Jay, whose glasses were fogged and cock semi-hard from the unfinished blowjob, stepped up to the plate. "Love arrives and, in its train, come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls…I'm gonna plow your ass," he announced captivatedly quoting Maya Angelou’s “Touched By An Angel,” and Amy knew exactly what this meant, since Jay (plus Diego, Eddie, and Stacy) had a taste of her at least five or six times over the last two months. Meaning Amy had to get on all fours; she arched her back and raised her pert ass high in the air; quickly spitting on her hand and using her fingers to lube her own hatch it also meant she had to leave her mouth open so suave dark-haired Eddie could fuck her face while maple-hued Jay took her ass. Amy willing did as she was supposed to do. Now there was Jay's cock in her ass and Eddie's cock encased in her mouth, and she was using my left hand to prod her mut. Deep on Cloud9, she came HARD two times within 2 ½ minutes. Jostling and excited, she moaned and sucked on the Hispanic painter's reddened eight inches while Stacy’s seed was still on her face. This aroused Eddie even more and he kept saying, "Yeah, you ángel fino. You’ve got naughty Jay’s cum all over you, and soon you're gonna taste mine." Jesus it was true! Although when Eddie reached the finish line, he made the most provocative, attractive face and moans Amy had ever thought a boy could do. The boy who came a long way despite his dyslexia cried, "Ah, ugh, aaaahhh," and, after pulling his pork sword from her mouth with a pop, started beating his meat like a lunatic. His brown eyes glazed over, and veins popped in his slim neck. Dazedly, he started breathing in-and-out rapidly, hollering like a dog; for all the noise and commotion he made, Amy was surprised that the only thing that came out of his dick was two small streams of seed that glistened and ran down the side of his penis like rain on glass. Wisecracker Jay's ram was still battering Amy’s ass. There was so much room up there that occasionally, his cock would slide out. Yet every time he put it back in, a weird air bubble popped up, making the grossest (but erotic) sloshing noises. "Hey Amy? Did you just squit?" he asked mildly amused. Amy absentmindedly giggled. "What? Noooooo!" "Well, what the fuck was that weird noise?" he asked turning to their other friends, but nobody owned up to it. Stacy fucked her beloved’s wide-steamy ass for several more minutes. When she came, she squirted all over Amy’s ass and kuss. Cinnamon warm, sticky white jizz trickled down the crack of her rear. Some of it flowed into her asshole, and Amy loved the feeling as she rubbed it around with her fingers, knowing they were all bonded in this moment. Next up were Diego, brunette Matt, and Leon. The tall, well-built, light-brown Hispanic dreamboat and brazen Matt made a sandwich out of her while broad-faced Leon sat by and got a blowjob. Amy was sitting on Diego's lap with his hard schlong up her ass, while Matt (the only white kid of the bunch) was in front of her enjoying her pucha; and not to be left out, Leon delightedly began to piston his cock sporadically in-and-out of her mouth. They liked to call this position “High on You" after a painting by Kevin A. Williams Eddie liked. Amy personally referred to the position as "Lock and Key" also inspired by the same artist. No cap. Amy certainly knew there are women out there who would call her a “whore” for fucking three boys at the same time (or for even fucking SIX other teens in one night), but honest to God, it turned her on. It more than "stimulated" her, it had her so overconfident she thought her fat cat and ass were going to go KABOOM! Eyes tightly shut, Amy moaned and pulled Leon's manhood out of her mouth. "Oh Yeah! Take my ass and cunt!" "You're such a gorgeous muse, Amy," Stacy said as she watched her reverently. "You love being serviced, don't you?" "Yes!" She crooned, her hands reaching out to grab whoever’s sweaty nude parts were within reach. Stacy chuckled. "My Ayanna goddess." God did Amy LOVE it, and the fact that she can admit this totally makes her more assured than those self-hating fakes out there. She's now a woman who can be herself and show off her sexuality without stressing about being judged or having her rep ruined. The good Lord and the ancestors made her a woman who takes what she craves, so what? The Creator made her woman crushing on both guys and girls who can have shameless stupendous orgasms, so why not take pride in it? Heck. She knew women among her own kin who can't experience an orgasm at all, not even close to an Anime harem in ONE NIGHT. Around town she knows girl and women who are scared to please themselves, because they feel it's "foul" or "unclean play," and this made her feel confused. But fuck it; She loves the freedom sex brings and will until the day she dies. Since Ms. Scott came to Stansville, creativity has given her more opportunities to explore dimensions than she ever dreamed of. Nerves racing, Amy was coming at this very moment. Had to be the fourth or fifth orgasm, so she thought. The sense-cutting pleasure shot through her like a shredding arrow, making her legs shudder and her plum close. "Ah God-fuck!" Amy hollered, and this is when slender Matt pulled his long john out of her kuka and squirted his essence into her braids; part of it landed on her exposed right shoulder too. But Matt was chill about it (all he did was hum a little bit and make a giddy face that suggested he was fighting to control his orgasm) and Amy admired him for it; nothing turned her on more than a boy like Eddie who made a carnal display when he came. Then it was Diego's turn. Licking his lips, he grunted and started jacking off. Amy helped him choke the chicken, sticking out her tongue to catch four quick warm spurts of semen as he overflowed. They flew all over her beauteous face. Lovingly, she put his cock in her mouth and sucked it clean Amy was now drenched in the boy’s cream. Face, hair, shoulders, ass, split rose. . . some rivulets even tricking down her chest and between her boobs. Transcendently she loved how it made her feel. It made her feel adored, like a famous piece by Picasso (who Eddie greatly admired). How she wanted to be cherished, to be known for her talent. Leon was the only one left. He was still kneeling next to Amy on the bed, stroking his sensitive hard dick languidly in his hand. Mouth agape and wide nostrils huffing. "Jodidamente dulce," Leon hissed having learned Spanish from Eddie, and grabbed the back of her head. Smiling, Amy swallowed his dick whole. Narrow eyes shut, he fucked her face and moaned and called her a “Black Venus.” Then he shot his load down her throat. There wasn't much, and Amy swallowed the warm swig of cum with satisfied joy. "Wow, Amy," Leon said panting heavily. " Clothed with your colour which is life, with your form which is beauty." He quoted from Leopold Senghor’s poem “Black Woman.” One he dearly adored. "I know," she said, her heart warmed by the line. "Doesn't this freak you out?" Matt asked, finding his voice. The scents and sights of his friends nearly made him think he was dreaming. Regaining focus, Amy wiped some of Matt's still warm cream off her chin and tasted it. "I love it," she smiled. As the party died down, all the kids got dressed. Stacy kindly brought Amy a towel and teasingly told her “Clean yourself up, girl.” While putting her shirt on, she suggested “You gotta hit the shower too Ames,” but Amy was uneasy with showering in other people's homes, so she merely got dressed reeking of sex and headed back to Stacy’s place to sleep over. Now that's what Amy called a fun party!(summary of the story in short