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The Prom Date Ch. 01

By: Kellog



A Kellog Serial

"Every girl wants her prom night to be special," Cindy began, speaking directly into her brand new digital videocamera. 

"And I'm no different than any other girl," she continued, moving behind the camera and positioning it so that it pointed at the mirror on top of her makeup table. The image wiggled and wobbled as Cindy centered the camera.

When she was satisfied with both the framing and the focus, she peered over the side of the camera. The camera immediately jumped out of focus, trying to decipher the large image of her face, looming in front of the lens. "My name's Cindy, and this is my video diary leading up to my prom night." 

Cindy smiled a big, happy smile at the camera, then her face disappeared as she moved out of the way. A second or two later, her face popped back into view at the same askew angle. "I hope you like it," she added, smiling goofily into the camera again, before disappearing once more. "I hope I do, too," she said, popping back into view; making an even goofier face. 

The camera shot the empty makeup table until Cindy re-appeared in the frame, stepping over to her makeup table and sitting down on the simple wooden chair. She continued smiling into the camera through the reflected image of her make up table mirror as she picked up her hair brush and began running it through her long blonde hair. She paused.

"I guess I should explain why I'm making a video diary leading up to my prom night."

Cindy stopped brushing her hair and stood up, turning herself around so that she was now sitting on the wooden chair backwards, facing the video camera. Her long shapely legs were spread apart by the back of the chair, but because of the angle of the video camera, it was difficult to see anything beyond the opening in the high hem line of her white oversized night shirt.

"As most of you know, well, maybe not most of you," she corrected herself, "once this gets posted around the Internet, but as some of you know, this is a special prom.

"I go to a small high school in Iowa. There are only about 65 of us in my graduating class, and this is the largest class in seven years. Because our school is so small, we haven't had a true senior prom in seven years. Instead, they used to have to combine the Junior and Senior classes together in the gym. Even though they called it a 'prom', it's just not the same, y'know?

"Anyway, since our class is the largest -- and the best -- in seven years, we wanted to hold our own senior prom in a fancy hotel in the big city. We really wanted to do it up proper. We've been planning it since our Sophomore year. But we just couldn't raise enough money. We held car washes, bake sales, work days, got a booth at the county fair, but it just wasn't enough.

"So, I had this idea. Y'know that movie starring Robert Redford and Woody Harrelson, and Demi Moore, where the rich guy offers $1 million to have sex with the guy from Cheers's wife? -- Gawd, who wouldn't, he's so sexy -- her too, did you see her in that movie where she was a stripper? That was so awesome, I wish I could dance like that -- 

"So, anyway, I had this idea that maybe, with the Internet and all, maybe someone would pay to go to the prom with me. . . . I mean, I know I'm not sexy like Demi Moore, but I don't think I'm exactly ugly, either."

Cindy stood up and shucked off her oversized night shirt, freely displaying her thin, well-proportioned, 5' 6" frame. Her long legs, long blonde hair, and flat stomach made her appear taller than she really was. She was wearing a pair of lacey white "short-short" panties and matching bra. She ran her hands all over her body, down her flat stomach, over her narrow hips, and down the sides of her thin thighs.

"So, what do you think," she asked, practicing her most sexy voice, "Would you bid to go out on a date with me?" Cindy ran her hands over the tops of her thighs, and then caressed herself on her inner thighs. Her legs, which were still straddling the seat of the chair, created an isosceles triangle which came to a sharp point somewhere behind the top bar of the chair's backrest. 

"How much would you bid?" she asked, pouting our her lower lip as she raised her right hand up mess up her long straight golden hair, striking her best glamour pose. "$100? $200? $500? A thousand? Maybe more?" she asked hopefully. 

"Well, let me tell you a little bit about myself," she said, dropping her pose and sitting down on the seat backwards, so that she was still facing the camera. 

"I'm 18. I'm 5 feet 7 inches tall -- 5'8'' in heels -- when I weighed myself this morning I was 119 lbs, and I'm a true blonde . . . although I wouldn't be able to prove it," she added, leaning forward slightly to stare into the video camera to emphasize her unstated point. "I shave," she whispered, before breaking into an embarrassed giggle, leaning back and hiding her face in her hands.

"Oh, oh yeah," she added, opening her hands like shutters and peering through them, "I'm still a virgin, but I'm sexually active. Very active. How do I do that? Well, I'll let you figure that out," she laughed, briefly holding up two fingers and wiggling them in front of the camera, before closing her hands over her face again, hiding her embarrassment. 

She gathered herself together and crossed her arms, leaning on the top of the backrest. "I'm still a virgin because my dad was very protective. He even made my mom home school me, which is why I'm a year behind. She didn't know too much," she laughed. 

"I promised my father after my mother divorced him that I would wait to have sex until after I turned 19. He didn't think 18 was old enough. Like I said, he was very protective. And I'm going to keep my promise. I hope that isn't a problem." She paused, staring into the camera. "I mean, it's not like everyone has sex at the prom, right?" 

"I mean, when everyone starts leaving to go upstairs, that means that we'll have the whole dance floor to ourselves, right? We can slow dance all night long. Doesn't that sound nice?" 

Cindy got up from the chair and walked over to the front of video camera perched on top of the cheap tripod she had bought used off of eBay. The auto focussing lens quickly adjusted as she stood immediately in front of the camera, so that only her flat stomach and hips were in view.

"Can't you imagine it? Holding me in your arms, breathing in my sweet perfume, nibbling on my ear while I kiss your neck, leaving lipstick on your collar. You hold me tight, running your strong hands all over my bare back. It feels so good being in your arms, with you touching my bare skin, that I begin to get excited and start to flush, which you immediately notice. 

"I press my warm, hard, body up against yours so that you can feel the shape of my young body through the elegant clothes. My firm, eager breasts push into your chest as we dance, and you can tell how excited I really am by the pounding beat of my heart."

The video camera captured Cindy's hands wandering over her nearly new body as she swayed from side to side, caressing her arms and chest. She squeezed her breasts underneath her bra, then reached around behind her back to undo the clasp. Her bra fell free, revealing her soft, yet firm breasts to the camera. Her small nipples were rock hard. 

Cindy cupped the underside of her young tits and then began pulling erotically at her pink tips. Still swaying to the music, now with her eyes closed, it was obvious she was starting to lose herself in the moment.

"Mmm..." she purred, running her hands down her flat stomach to the crotch of her panties, even though they were out of frame. Her stomach rippled and swayed as she caressed herself, dancing to the imaginary music.

"You move my hair off of my neck and kiss me softly, right at the base, whispering in my ear, telling me how beautiful I look, how good I feel. You try to kiss me, but I turn away, knowing where it will lead, and knowing that I no longer have the will to stop it.

"You understand and back off, but I can still feel your warm breath washing over my perspiring skin exposed above the neckline of my gown. You kiss my neck again, but linger there a little longer. It feels so right, even though I know I am slowly being seduced.

"I melt into your arms. My hands search out and rest on your butt. I can feel how strong and powerful your hips are as our dancing begins to quicken, swirling me around, so you can show off a little.

"'Slow down', I whisper, and when you do, I lean back into you, and close my eyes, pulling your hips into mine, imagining what it would be like to give myself to you. You respond by reaching down and pulling my hips into you as well. You really want to grab my ass but you know you can't do that in public on the dance floor."

She turned around and showed the videocamera a long close-up shot of her firm young ass.

"'I'm not wearing any underwear', I whisper into your ear, as you press me up against the thick log growing your tuxedo pants. This gets you even harder. We look into each others' face and laugh at the awkwardness of the situation, trying to remain stealthy as we continue to excite one another through our clothes.

"'Can you feel me?' you ask. As if I couldn't! 

"'It's so big!' I whisper softly in your ear, though by your reaction, it's as though you've never heard anything louder or clearer. I reach between our bodies, and run my hand along your entire length, enjoying the feel of the warm bulge in my palm, and knowing that I caused it. 

"'Are you sure you don't want to . . .' you ask. 

"'I want to, but I can't,' I plead, 'Not until I turn 18.' You groan and move my hand aside. 'Don't tease me, then,' you say gruffly.

"But as soon as you remove my hand from your crotch, I maneuver back into position, holding my hips against yours as you begin to move against me again. You can't stop yourself, even though it is only making you crazier.

"'Just because we can't have sex tonight, doesn't mean you can't rub your hard cock against my soft clit all night while we dance,' I whisper, maneuvering my hips until I can feel your hard shaft pressed up against my cunt lips." 

Cindy ran her fingertip in a small circle over her clit as she danced and swayed to imaginary music. 

"As we continue to dance, I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, so that I'm sticking to my dress. 'Make me cum, and I'll tell you a secret,' I whisper into your ear as I grind my flowering pussy against your bulging cock."

With her left hand still caressing her right breast, Cindy moved her other hand down to the crotch of her panties, rubbing against the sheer fabric separating her hand from her shaved pussy. 

Cindy adjusted the camera lens so that it focused on the back of her right hand, massaging her pussy over the tiny crotch of her skin tight lacey panties which dipped sharply between her thighs. "Gawd, I can't stand it," she said under her breath, slipping her hand beneath the waistband. Her knuckles bulged out against the sheer fabric as she palmed her pussy.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, withdrawing her hand from her panties and moving behind the camera, repositioning it so that it focused on her bed, draped in a thick, soft, white comforter and covered with stuffed animals. 

"You take me by the hand and spin me around. I lean back against you with your arms wrapped around my stomach, holding me tight. I can feel your hard cock nestling between my firm asscheeks as you tickle my neck with your playful kisses.

"We giggle and laugh for a little while, until you guide me back to the table, standing close behind me, hiding your large bulge."

The camera caught her beautiful backside as she walked over towards the bed. She stopped when she reached the edge of the bed. 

"So, how do you like me so far?" Cindy asked, interrupting her story and looking over her shoulder at the camera. She locked her long legs and bent forward at the waist, giving the videocamera a long look at her firm young ass. 

Her own hands crept into frame from above and gripped her tiny, ultra-firm butt. "Pretty nice, huh?" she asked comically, turning around to look into the camera with a big smile on her pretty face. "Do you like what you see?"

"Do you want to see some more? To help you make up your mind?" Cindy hooked her thumbs underneath the waistband of her delicate white panties. Bending at the waist, she pulled them slowly over her firm ass and down her legs, stretching them widely with her knees. 

She moved her hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy with her middle finger. "Mmm..." she moaned, rubbing herself some more. "Do you want to see how pink I am inside?" She slipped the tip of her middle finger between the soft folds of her pussy lips, exciting her clit with the pad of her fingertip. "Or should I save that for the winning bidder?" 

"Should I show you everything, or just give you a little taste?" she asked, withdrawing her finger and twisting her body so that the camera could capture the image of her bringing her finger to her mouth, sampling the flavor of her own pussy.

She turned back away from the camera and leaned over again, resuming her gentle attack on her clit and pussy. "If I open my pussy for you, will it help you open your wallets and take out your credit cards? Just like you're all opening your pants and taking out your dicks?" She sank her finger deeply inside her moist box. It slid in easily, and she held it there, knuckle deep, grinding against it.

She stood up and turned around, sucking on her finger, and sat on the edge of the bed with a huge grin on her face. Spreading her legs, with her panties now stretched out between her ankles, Cindy ran her hand slowly down over her shaved mound, so that her middle finger ran over her swollen clit and cunt lips. 

"Mmmm . . ." she purred, closing her eyes as she played with her pussy. "How much would you bid to make my dreams come true? How much would you bid to be my prom date, to rest your hands on my ass, pulling my body close to yours, holding me tight, grinding your hard cock against my virgin pussy as we slow dance on the dance floor?" 

She closed her eyes and leaned back on the bed, her knees spread wide apart, with her panties still stretched out between her tiny ankles. Her fingers found her pussy once more as she resumed her story.

"Mmm . . . You take me back to the table and sit close to me, hiking up my long frilly dress underneath the heavy white tablecloth. I close my eyes as I feel your strong hand running up the inside of my thigh, getting tangled in my white garter. You continue upward and discover that I was telling the truth. I am completely naked underneath my dress. 

"Your rough fingers soon search out my already swollen lips. We share a naughty smile as your long middle finger slips between the folds, resting there like a stadium hot dog nestled in a soft, warm, moist, bun."

On screen, Cindy acted out the scene, slipping her own finger between her moist cunt lips, slowly moving it up and down inside the crease. She closed her knees and kicked her legs free from the constraints of her now useless panties.

"You move your finger to the side and slide in your pointer finger, side by side, feeling my wetness seeping between them." Again, she copied the action on screen. "You spread my pussy open and I can feel the cool air-conditioned air trying to dry my dripping hole."

"I wonder what the chaperones would say if they caught us like this, your fingers slowly rubbing my open pussy," she rasped, closing her knees again as she involuntarily arched her back. 

She opened her knees again, showing the camera how she likes her pussy to be stroked, in long, strong, circles. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, pulling on her tender tips with her free hand. 

"'Stick it in me,' I whisper into your neck, 'Fuck me with your fingers.' 

"You are all too willing to comply, and in no time, your middle finger is perched at my hole, slowly easing deeper and deeper. Your finger feels so good inside me for the very first time.

"'You're so wet,'" you say, 'and tight,' you add as I squeeze my muscles around your invading finger, still stroking me gently. 

"I reach down and locate your pointer finger, guiding it to my hole. I'm so ready, I can't wait for you to build up your confidence." Cindy added another finger to her hole, burying it quickly between her swollen folds.

"You slide in easily, amazed at how tight and wet it is inside my soft pink pussy. I reach down and grab a hold of your hard cock, still trapped inside your tuxedo pants. I start to stroke you.

"'Do you want me to take it out?' you ask, moving your free hand to the zipper. 

"'No, don't,' I plead, 'I couldn't stop myself.'

"You groan, disappointedly, and stop pleasuring me, withdrawing your hand from between my open legs.

"'Don't stop,' I beg, taking your hand and drawing your damp fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. 'You know I can't. Let's just have some fun,' I urge, taking your hand and dipping your fingers inside my "sweating" crystal water glass.

"'It's so hot down there,' I pout, thinking about what your ice-cold fingers would feel like buried inside my pussy. 

"'Hot, huh?' you ask, regaining your handsome smile and confidence. When your fingers are almost numb from the cold, you draw them back under the table and between my legs. I jump and squirm as a tiny droplet of ice cold water lands squarely on my unprotected clit. We continue laughing gingerly as your fingers find their target, slowly pressing in between my cunt lips. 

"'It's co-o--ld,' I say, stirring in my seat, causing you to laugh. I can instantly feel the cold all the way up my spine and down to my pointed toes. You start to withdraw, but I clamp my hand over yours, forcing you deeper. 

"As I get used to the cold, my ass slowly comes to rest on the seat once again. As you slowly continue working your fingers faster and faster inside my tight pussy, my rising body temperature begins to warm your fingers. 

"As though reading my mind, you withdraw your fingers and let them rest inside the glass again. We laugh and share a gentle kiss while we wait. After a few moments, you take your fingers out of the glass and I reposition myself on the seat, spreading my legs wide for you. But this time, instead of sinking your fingers inside my snatch, you press them up against my clit.

"My mouth drops open as I try to suppress a squeal. My ass rises off of the chair and nearly climbs up your arm. After the initial shock passes, my ass lands back in the chair and I playfully slap your arm. But your fingers continue to work at my clit, and soon, my legs are wide open again, letting you draw me nearer and nearer to orgasm. 

"'Give it to me,' I whisper, 'stick your fingers in my pussy.' You comply, but after a while, your fingers are warm again. You start to withdraw your fingers again, but I try to stop you. 'Don't stop,' I plead, 'I can't wait.' 

"'I have an idea,' you say, looking over at me with mischief in your eyes. You pull your hand free and again move to the water glass. This time, you scoop up a smooth cylindrical ice cube that's empty in the middle, like a long doughnut, and look over at me. 

"Now it's my eyes that are wide open. I am tempted to say "no", and even start to shake my head, but then I see the small drops of water dripping off of your fingertips into the glass, and remember how good the cold felt. 

"Still a little uncertain, I nod my head slightly, and bite down on my lower lip, spreading my legs wide and preparing myself mentally for the shock. You lower your hand, still cupping the ice cube in your two fingers, and secretly bring it between my legs. Wisely, you avoid my sensitive clit this time, and instead bring it to rest between my cunt lips. 'It's cold!' I shudder, raising my hips off the chair. 


The Prom Date Ch. 01



"'Should I stop?' you ask, looking over at me, trying to measure my reaction.

"'No,' I say, shaking my head. I reach down between my legs and place my hand over yours, using my fingers to force you to push the cold cube inside me. There is a little resistance at first, but because it is wet and hard, it slips right in.

"'Ohmygawd!' I inhale sharply, and rise up off the seat again. My pussy contracts and shoots the ice cube back into your hand. Immediately, I take the cube from you and pop it back inside me, using my finger to make sure it is planted deeper this time. 'It feels fucking incredible,' I say, my face lit up with excitement, as I pump my pussy with my finger, pushing the ice cube deeper and deeper with each stroke.

"As soon as it slips inside, everything about my pussy becomes hyper sensitive. My tight pink walls wrap around the constantly changing shape of the ice cube as it slowly melts and maneuvers inside me. My clit has never been harder or more sensitive, and each time your fingers brush up against it, I have to inhale sharply. Finally, in self-defense, I move your fingers down to my hole and away from my clit.

"As you sink your fingers inside me, you can immediately feel the cold and how wet I am from the combination of the melting ice cube and my own juices. Your expert fingers curl up and brush against my g-spot as I press my fingertip to my clit, giving me my first orgasm of the night. 

"But I don't want to tell you my secret just yet. Not yet." Cindy rasped, her two fingers dancing deeply inside her pink pussy as she writhed on the bed. 

"'What's your secret?' you ask, withdrawing your fingers from my ice box and holding them up to me, the wet, sticky strings of cum juice hanging between your fingers proving your point. 

"I lean forward and take your fingers into my mouth, swallowing the evidence. I love how I taste. If I could suck my own pussy, I'd probably never leave the house. You look over at me. 'You're telling me you didn't just have an orgasm?' you ask just loudly enough to be heard over the driving beat of the dance music.

"I coyly shake my head quickly from side to side. 'Are you sure?' you question me, even though you felt the strong contractions of my cunt muscles nearly snap your fingers in half. 

"'I guess I'd better keep trying,' you tell me, looking around the room to make sure no one was watching us, as you sneak under the white linen tablecloth." 

Cindy swiveled her ankles, freeing them from the cloth constraints of her fancy white panties. 

"Your strong hands run up my thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist and spreading me wide beneath the table. I feel your thumbs spreading my thin pink lips apart as you gaze down inside my hole. Your thumb runs up along the edge of my cunt lip and brushes against my clit. My body jerks sharply, still sensitive from my last orgasm. 

"'Sensitive?' you ask, as you lean in and plant a soft kiss on my pink bud. It feels so good. I can't believe that I'm letting you spread me open and eat my pussy right there at the table. Your tongue snakes out and dips between my lips, parting them slightly as you get your first taste of my cunny. 

"By now, I am absolutely on fire. I reach down and pull you into me. I want you to eat my pussy out. I want you to make me cum, and you are happy to oblige. Soon, your mouth and fingers are ravaging my pussy underneath the table. 

"Meanwhile, above ground, even though I am trying to remain calm, lying back and closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep, it's obvious to anyone watching what is going on. My mouth gapes open as I struggle for breath, my bare ass twisting on the bench seat, as you add my name to the long list of your lovers.

"Fortunately, at that moment, the lights go dark as the D.J. starts to spin the disco ball on the ceiling. Sparkles of light race around the room, interrupted by brief flashes of the strobe, timed perfectly to the rhythm of the house music. Beneath the table, it is as though you are energized by the driving beat. Planting your mouth on my clit, you start finger banging me deep and hard. I can tell this is your endgame, and it is perfectly executed. 

"In no time, you have me on the edge of another orgasm. My body is rocking up and down from the force of your finger thrusts, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. 'Don't stop,' I beg, feeling that you are getting tired from the feverish pace. 'Oh gawd!' I gasp, sliding down deeper in the seat. Clamping your mouth down over my gaping pussy, you wrap your arms around my hips, preventing me from twisting free as you suck hard on my smooth shaved gash. 

"My thighs clamp around your ears as I twist in my seat, building quickly to my impending climax. I let out a squeal and a groan as I explode in your mouth. My stomach muscles tighten and contract as wave after wave washes over me, each one a little less strong than the one preceding, until I am just lying there, completely spent. You move up my hot, sweaty body, your legs still between my wide spread thighs, slowly emerging from underneath the table. We kiss passionately. I can still taste myself on your lips and inside your mouth. It's wildly erotic, knowing that you just got me off, twice, in public while seated at the prom table. 

"'Did you like that?' you ask, confidently nuzzling my neck and ear. 

"'Yes,' I say, half-defeated, knowing that there was no way I could pretend that I didn't just have a powerful orgasm. 

"A large, victorious smile sweeps across your face. You turn your body so that you are seated next to me. Leaning against me, your left hand slides across my bare thigh, finally coming to rest against my smooth, wet, mound.

"'So, what's your secret,' you ask, knowing that there was no way I could deny having an orgasm with my dewy lips soaking your hand. 

"'You know how I promised my father that I wouldn't have sex until my 19th birthday? Well, my 19th birthday is in less than 3 hours.'

"'What?' you ask."

Cindy raised herself up from the bed and walked over to the videocamera. With her face in tight close up, she looked straight into the camera and announced, "That's right. The prom is May 7th. My 19th birthday is May 8th. And I don't have to be home until the next day." 

"Of course, I can't promise in my internet ad that we're going to have sex after the prom," she said, positioning the video camera so that it aimed up at her pink pussy, "cuz that might make it illegal, and it might turn me into something that I'm not," she spread her long legs dramatically, then reached down between her thighs and parted her pink lips, "but if you want to bid, and help make my dream come true, I would be very grateful, and maybe I can make your dream come true, too."

Cindy slipped her two fingers inside her tight, young box and hunched against them for a few seconds before withdrawing them again. "This is February. Bidding starts now, and ends in two months, on April 1st, one month before the prom. If we don't raise enough for the prom, then it's off. I'm not doing this for the money, I'm doing this for the prom. I've set up a secret account on eBay, where I will be selling a pumpkin and two mice, just like Cinderella, get it? Serious bids only, please."

End of Part I.



The Prom Date Ch. 02



A Kellog Serial

*

"Hello, everyone. It's been two weeks since I released my video and posted my ad on eBay," Cindy said, looking into her digital video camera. Her face was beaming with excitement. She was obviously enjoying the attention she was getting both on-line and at school.

"My website's been getting so many hits, and I've been getting so many emails, and gifts, I thought I'd better post an update, just to say thank you, and to answer some of your questions.

"First off, yes, it's true. I am 18, and this is legit, and not some rip-off stunt. That's why I set up the ad on eBay. I don't want to get scammed by you, and you don't want to get scammed by me.

"Number two, yes, I am technically still a virgin. I've never had sex with another person before. Like I explained earlier, I did break my hymen when I was younger -- and no, I'm not going to tell you how young I was when I did it. Some of you out there are really, quite sick. 

"Number three, some of you thought I was lying about still being a virgin just because I was so... free... on camera, and because you liked my story last time. I will tell you straight out. I am a very sexual person. But ever since I made my promise to my dad not to have sex with a boy until I turned 19, I've spent a lot of time thinking about my first time, and I want it to be something outrageous. I don't want to be disappointed, just because I chose the wrong person, y'know?

"In fact, I think it was probably a mistake for my dad to make me promise not to have sex until I was 19, because now I think about it all the time. A lot of my friends are already having sex, and sometimes, it's hard not to think about it when I'm with them. It's like, what am I missing, y'know? The couples are really, really into it. They can't even keep their hands off of each other whenever we go out. So it's hard not to think about it, y'know? So, a lot of times, when I get home from school, I go up to my bedroom, take off my clothes, slip into bed, and fantasize.

"Sometimes, I do it in the shower in the morning, or in my car on the way to or home from school if I'm wearing one of my short skirts. I've even done it once at school, in the bathroom, when I saw a really cute guy checking me out at lunch. I was kind of fantasizing that I had followed him into the boy's bathroom, or that he followed me to my car after school and we did it in the student parking lot.

"So, I guess I think about it a lot, because it's something that I can't have, y'know? Sometimes, I think about it so much that it really drives me crazy. And the closer and closer I get to my 19th birthday, the more and more I think about it. But just because I've had a lot of time to think about it, and I can make you crazy just by telling you one of my fantasies about when I eventually have sex, doesn't mean that I'm lying when I said that I haven't done it yet.

"Number four, it is true that I finally turn 19 on the day after the prom. The prom is May 7th. My birthday is May 8th. And it is also true that I don't have to be home until the next day. Since the prom is going to be held in the big city, and the school doesn't want us driving home that night, we're going to rent out the whole top floor of the hotel. The hotel gave us a deal on the top floor suites since they didn't want us spread all over the hotel bothering their other guests. 

"There are four chaperones, but they're pretty cool. They all grew up here, and know what it's like. They promised to stay in their own room, or in the halls, just to make sure that things don't get too out of hand. They can see if anyone's going crazy, and they can hear if anyone needs help.

"Number five, like I said before, even though I can't promise that we're going to have sex -- 'cuz that would make me something that I'm not -- I don't fuck for money -- I can tell you that it's been really hard to wait, and that at 12:01 a.m., you really want to be the person standing closest to me." Cindy smiled broadly for the camera, then hid her face behind her hands, embarrassed at being so frank in front of potentially millions of strangers. 

"But the only way to make that happen is to bid to be my date for the prom. You can bid by going to eBay and bidding on the Cinderella package. And please, nobody tell eBay -- or my parents -- about this, okay? If this blows up, you will be hurting not only myself, but the whole senior class, including all the jocks, who would be very, very upset with you, if you know what I mean, alright?

"Good. Now that that's taken care of, Number six," Cindy announced, backing away from the video camera until her thin frame was in view of the lens, revealing her light pink tank top and white shorts, "some of you were nice enough to email me and ask for my address so you could send me stuff. So I set up a P.O. Box which I put on my web site. I can't believe all this stuff you guys sent to me!" 

Cindy turned around and pulled a large brown box out from underneath her bed. Turning it upside down, she emptied the contents onto her thick, pink comforter. The large assortment of sex toys -- dildos, vibrators, eggs, beads, and stimulators -- of all shapes and sizes, fell noisily against each other. 

"I wish I had this stuff a few years ago!" she joked, holding up a particularly large, odd-shaped, bumpy, see through plastic mechanized monster. "It would have made my wait a little easier!" she laughed. "Actually, this one kind of frightens me," she laughed nervously. "Who ever sent me this one, I hope you don't win!"

Cindy laughed and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Just joking. Actually, it was very sweet of you all to send me all these nice things." She picked up a smooth pink vibrator. "I've actually tried a couple of them out already," she blushed, twisting the base and bringing it humming to life. 

"I had to go to the Wal-Mart and buy a couple of boxes of batteries," she blushed again, "and I think the guy at the checkout counter recognized me, 'cuz he kept asking what I was going to use all these different batteries for. I had to tell him it was for a science experiment, but I don't think he believed me."

Cindy laughed and then grabbed hold of the hem of her tank top, bringing it over her head and revealing her firm naked breasts to the camera. "I was going to ask him home and help me with my experiment, but I didn't want him to get the wrong idea about me!" She laughed heartily, throwing her head back so that her long hair dangled mid-way down her back. In doing so, her pert young breasts, topped with their tiny hard nipples, bounced happily in front of the camera.

Picking up the still-humming pink vibrator, Cindy directed the tip to her nipples, running it around and around her stiff pink points, giggling at the ticklish sensations. Then, spreading her legs, she slowly ran the tip down her flat stomach towards the crotch of her white shorts while looking seductively up at the camera. 

"I figured that the proper way to say 'thank you' would be to let you see me using my new toys, don't you think?" she asked rhetorically into the camera, now running the buzzing stick up and down her crotch.

"I had never used one of these before. I was always too embarrassed to go to one of those stores. But now I don't have to." Cindy put the pink dildo aside next to her on the bed and then stood up, slowly undoing the button and zipper on her tight fitting white tennis shorts. Shucking them off her hips, she stood with her legs together as she shimmied them down her long legs. She loved showing off. The thought of all those guys staring at their computer screens with their hard cocks in their hands wasn't just a turn on, it was exciting and empowering. Like herself, they could only fantasize about having sex with her. If they wanted the real thing, they would have to wait for it.

"Right now," she said, sitting back on the bed and spreading her knees for the camera, "the bid to be my prom date is at $800. That's not nearly enough," she said, making a show of clamping her legs shut. "If my classmates and I are ever going to have a real prom this year, you're going to have to do better," she scolded.

"Maybe it was a mistake for me to show you everything last time. Maybe you want some mystery. Maybe you're cheap and just want to whack off looking at me. I'm not doing this just for the thrill -- okay, maybe just a little -- but the whole idea of this video is to get you to want me. To get you to want to help me and my friends have a real prom for the first time in a long time of the history of the school.

"Don't you want to help? Don't you want me?" Cindy pouted into the camera, her legs still tightly closed. "I mean, sending me all these toys is fun and all, but it doesn't get me any closer to having a real prom." Cindy picked up the plastic pink dildo and began rubbing it on her nipple again, but then stopped abruptly. 

"Maybe you think I'm not serious? That this is a big joke? A scam? Do you think I would be doing this if I wasn't for real? I've had a lot of offers from those big commercial porn sites to let them link to my web page, but I told them 'no'. I didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea that my web page is the same thing as all the other crap out there.

"I'm not interested in doing porn for a living. I'm not some wannabe actress. I only want to have a nice senior prom, like everyone else my age gets to have. But at the same time, I know that nothing in life is free. So, I figured, that as long as I have to wait until prom night to have sex anyway, and since we need the money to have the prom, I might as well try and combine them.

"But, like I said, there's no guarantee that we'll have sex. My dad always said, 'dance with the one who brung you', but if you're a total jerk, or if you smell, or if you're not clean, you will be going home alone. But, like all the other couples at the prom, you will be my date. You will have the first shot. If you make me laugh, if you treat me like a princess, and if you can get me hot, which shouldn't be too hard, I wouldn't make any plans for after the prom, if you know what I mean.

"Speaking of not being clean, I just came home from school and I'm feeling kind of sticky and sweaty. We had our Homecoming assembly today in the gym and the air conditioning went out, so after an hour and a half in that smothering gym, yelling and screaming the whole time, it got pretty warm." She stood up, wearing nothing but an enormous smile on her pretty face. "Do you want to come watch me take a shower?" Cindy turned and walked off in the direction of the bathroom, then stopped abruptly. "Whoops! Forgot one of these," she said, turning back to cross back over to the bed, picking up a thick, flesh colored, rubber dildo. "Whoever gave me this one, thanks! I hope you're bidding, and if yours is anything like this one, I hope you win!"

Cindy smiled at the video camera and then walked over to it, turning it off so she could reposition it at her shower. When the image on the screen crackled back to life, the camera was focused on Cindy standing in the pink tiled shower stall. She smiled broadly at the camera lens. "Welcome back," she said, turning the knob and sending a loud stream of rushing water into the porcelain bathtub. But as she leaned over to touch her left hand to the lower spigot, adjusting the water temperature with her right, the camera seemed to follow her movement.

Satisfied with the temperature, Cindy pulled the metal switch, sending the stream of water rushing upwards, instantly shooting out of the shower head. She screamed at how cold the initial blast of water was, and turned to laugh at the camera, which itself had begun to shake and shimmy. It was clear that there was someone operating the camera; it couldn't still be on the stationary tripod.

As the water warmed, Cindy backed into the stream, smiling at the camera lens which traced down her sinewy back and down to her firm ass as Cindy turned her face into the water. Sensing where the camera had been re-focused, Cindy ran her hands down the sides of her body, gripping her fine ass with her fingers. Her hands disappeared, but then quickly returned, this time covered in well-lathered soap bubbles. Smoothing the soft white foam over her silky skin, Cindy slid her hands across her firm ass, spreading her cheeks apart slightly. 

The camera zoomed out far enough to capture Cindy as she spread her legs about shoulder length apart, leaning over in the shower far enough to raise her ass in the air. 

"You like my ass?" she asked, wiggling it in front of the camera, which zoomed in on her firm asscheeks. "Some of you wanted to know if I was an 'ass virgin', as well. Well, I have to admit, I find the question a little scary!" she laughed nervously. "But, if it will get you to bid higher, and I mean, a lot higher, I guess the answer is, 'yes', I am an 'ass virgin', too. See?" she said, raising her ass up in the air, showing her tight, brown, virgin hole to the camera.

"The question has got me thinking, however." She smiled back at the camera over her shoulder. "Does it really feel good?" she asked, scrunching up her cute little button nose. "Do you think I should try it? I mean, I know it's kinda popular now, but it just sounds kinda gross to me, y'know?" 

"My friend, Dana, said she does it -- oh, shit, sorry about that, Dane -- I didn't mean to finger you -- I mean -- shit -- you know what I mean. Anyway, my friend says that it feels pretty good when it's done right. But I just don't know..."

As she spoke the camera followed Cindy's hand as she grabbed hold of the soap bar, turning it over and over in her hand, getting her fingers all lathered up. 

"But, like I said, I'll do anything so we can have a nice prom. Well, almost anything, anyway." She rolled her eyes at the camera, smiling sheepishly. 

Turning back around, so that her ass was facing the camera, which promptly zoomed in for a tight shot, Cindy reached between her legs and soaped up her bottom valley. Nervously rolling the bar of soap in her hand again, the camera captured Cindy's hand, as she ran her middle finger around and around the rim of her tight brown hole.

"I can't believe I'm doing this on camera," she laughed, as she gently pushed her middle fingertip into the dark beyond. "Oh, shit..." she chuckled, enjoying the complicated dual sensations of both penetrating, and being penetrated there for the first time. 

Cindy withdrew her fingertip, soaped up her hand again, then reapplied herself. Facing forward, Cindy's eyes were closed in focused determination, as her fingernail slowly disappeared. Applying more pressure, Cindy pushed forward until her first finger joint slipped inside her puckered hole. 

"Oh, shit..." she winced again, pushing her finger deeper, all the up to the second joint. Her sphincter contracted hard, trying to repel the invader backwards. It felt like she needed to crap. But she persisted, until finally, her muscle began to relax. 

"Ohhh...shiiit..." she repeated, only partially enjoying the irony, as she gathered up her courage, took a deep breath, and pushed her finger back in her tiny hole. It was still more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but she knew that she had to perform for her audience. Moving her finger slowly in and out, Cindy inhaled and exhaled deeply, relaxing her muscles further. 

"Okay, that's enough," she conceded. "I think I've proved my point." Cindy withdrew her finger from her ass, and took a sneak peek at it. She was glad to see that it didn't bear any remnants, then washed it thoroughly with the soap bar. 

"That's pretty tight," she laughed, washing her hole with a washcloth. "If you're bigger than this," she said, holding up her finger for the camera, "don't even think about going near my ass." "But," she added, "If you're not even that big, don't even bother responding!"

"Now then, where were we?" she asked rhetorically, looking around the shower stall. "Oh, yes, I wanted to thank you for sending me such nice presents." She picked up the thick, flesh-colored dildo and soaped it up for the camera, pretending that it was real.

"Is that how you're supposed to do it? I've never held a real one before." She looked at the camera and shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. "And by the way, are they all this big?! 'Cuz I'd be kinda scared if they were!" 

Cindy laughed again, then held the fleshy cock to the side as she spread her legs and pink cunt lips wide for the camera to zoom in on. Rubbing herself with her hand, Cindy slipped one, then two, fingers inside her wet snatch, finger fucking herself in the running shower for the camera. 

When she was good and loose, Cindy spread her cunt lips again, and lowered the head of the fleshy cock to her tiny snatch. "Should I do it?" she asked. "Should I stuff this fake cock in my pussy? I will, but only if you double and triple your bids, okay?" 

With that caveat, Cindy pressed the head of the jelly cock to her slit and pushed. Her mouth gaped open as the large head forcibly spread her open. "Oh, fuckkk..." she breathed in holding her breath as the large cock head penetrated her. Cindy quickly moved her other hand to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as her cunt muscles tightly squeezed around the plastic cock.

Withdrawing the dildo about two inches, Cindy slowly pushed it back inside, repeating the maneuver over and over, each time taking more and more of the cock inside her tiny pussy. The camera moved off her cunt and zoomed in on her face, her contorted expression clearly telling the tale. 

"It's so fucking big!" she panted, staring straight into the camera lens as the warm water from the shower ran down her trim body. The camera followed the rivulets of water, and again focused on Cindy's pussy, as she worked the large dildo inside of her snug pussy.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, turning around and bracing herself against the tiled shower wall with one hand as the other continued to fuck her pussy with the thick, wobbly, flesh colored cock from between her long legs.

The camera zoomed in to capture just how tightly her pussy was wrapped around the thick shaft of the dildo. With each pull, her cuntlips were stretched backwards, gripping the sticky plastic. And with each push, her thin pink lips completely disappeared between her outer labia. 

"It feels so fucking good!" she panted, sticking her ass out for the camera as she used her free hand to rub her clit. "I don't know if I can wait...I don't know if I can wait..." 

"Oh gawd, Oh gawd," she panted, her body jerking and rocking around the thick toy which she shoved deep inside her pussy. "Make me cum...Make me cum!" she yelled, flipping over and slamming her back against the shower wall. "Ah-hhh-hhh-hh!" she uttered, struggling for breath as she climaxed, then came, on camera. 

Even after her orgasm, Cindy stood motionless in the shower, afraid that she might fall, as pleasurable aftershocks shot through her body. 

"Oh fuck!" she muttered, chuckling to herself. "That thing's big!" 

Cindy gripped the shaft of the cock where it disappeared inside her pussy, marking just how deeply she had taken it inside her, then slowly pulled it out. She was amazed to see how much she had taken. It looked to be at least 8 or 9 inches. 

"Not bad for a virgin, eh guys?" she taunted, waving it in front of the camera lens. "If you think you've got a big enough...bank," she emphasized, "you know the drill. Go to my ad on eBay, and bid on the Cinderella package. C'mon, guys, make it happen. I can't promise you sex, but I know my manners, so you'd have to be a total loser and treat me pretty badly, for me to wait for one more day, since I promise I won't leave your side until our date's over, cuz' I'm a lady. Got it?" she joked, moving her face into the camera and shaking the dildo like an angry school marm.




The Prom Date Ch. 02



The image on screen cut away abruptly, only to be replaced by a wide shot of Cindy naked sitting cross-legged on top of her bed. Spread out next to her, was a large pile of sex toys. "Okay, guys," she announced. "I'm all clean and ready to say 'thank you'," she said with a wink. "You really shouldn't have," she added, randomly picking up two toys. "But I'm so glad you did." 

"Okay, I know that was a bit of a cliché, but I promise you haven't heard of anyone like me before!" Cindy laughed, throwing her head back so her long hair fell over her shoulders. "Like I said, I'm willing to do just about anything to make sure we get to have a nice, normal prom!"

"What are you willing to do?" she purred, leaning back with a broad smile on her face. She spread her legs wide for the videocamera which instantly zoomed in on her parted snatch. Cindy closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of her fingertip exciting her already over stimulated clit, and squirmed on the bed sheets as she pushed her curled finger in deep between her thin pink lips. 

"Gawd, I love that feeling," she gushed, her toes curled at the end of her long, outstretched legs. She smiled at the camera and added another finger, sinking it easily between her moist lips. 

Cindy dug her fingers in her twat for a while, getting her juices flowing, and making sure she was good and wet, before withdrawing her fingers and spreading her shiny pink lips for inspection. "Nothing is tighter than virgin pussy," she smirked, running her middle finger along the tender pink crease, before wedging it inside. She pulled her finger out slowly, allowing the videocamera to zoom in on her tight flytrap reluctantly giving up its sticky prey.

"I think that's ready, don't you?" Cindy asked perkily. She reached to the side and grabbed the first vibrator in reach. It was made of smooth pink plastic. On the shaft, was written in black felt pen, "Tim". Cindy twisted the base and the small vibrator hummed to life. Cindy flashed her eyebrows at the videocamera and brought the vibrator down to her pussy, squealing at first contact. She turned the vibration down and reapplied it to her pussy, focusing mainly on her clit with the tip of the toy. After a few moments, she closed her eyes and began to lose her inhibitions. 

"Oh, Timmmm...," she purred, bringing the plastic toy up away from her clit and twisting on the base again, bringing it back to a noisy, but happy, hum. Cindy briefly rubbed the tip of the toy on her clit, before slipping it inside her pussy. It slid in easily and Cindy's abdomen involuntarily jerked at the concentrated vibrations. As she became accustomed to the sensation, she calmed down and began to enjoy the experience, moving it slowly in and out of her sticky cunt.

"Mmm, thanks, Tim," she purred, pulling it from her pussy. She twisted the base, so that it turned off, then slipped it inside her mouth, cleaning it off. "Maybe we can get together sometime so I can thank you in person." She sat up and leaned into the camera lens, smiling. "You know how to make it happen."

"Now, Greg, let's see what you've got," she said, reading the name off of the side of the next toy. This one was a thick, red, nearly transparent jelly cock. "Mmm, nice choice. But do you think it'll fit?" Cindy lowered the jelly cock to her sticky pussy and pressed the thick head to her small opening. 

"I dunno, it's gonna be pretty tight," she warned, pushing the red head in between her parted lips with her free hand. "Ohh.." she groaned, closing her eyes as the thick snake burrowed its way down her salmon colored gopher hole. The camera lens zoomed in tight on her cunt lips stretching wide to accommodate the thick trunk.

"Mmm..." she purred dramatically, "nice cock, Greg." Cindy slowly inched the thick jelly cock out of her pink tunnel. She wasn't prepared for what came next. Because her cuntlips were wrapped so tightly around the shaft of the red plastic cock, as she pulled it out of her pussy, it created a vacuum in the suddenly empty space. And as she continued to pull, the dildo acted like the plunger on a syringe, sucking out her Bartholin fluid to fill the pressure void. Cindy's pussy instinctively clenched tighter, increasing the pressure within. 

Unable to take it much longer, Cindy reversed course, again, and then again, until she was pumping her pussy hard with short, quick strokes. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, as an audible pussy fart escaped from her nether lips, releasing the pent-up air and allowing her to pummel her cunt with greater ferocity. 

"Oh, shit," she moaned. Cindy released her grip on the see-through cock, leaving it wedged firmly between her pink pussy lips, and reached around her backside so that she could grab hold of the plastic cock and fuck herself without obstructing the camera's view of the action. She lowered her legs and stretched them straight out, pointing her toes and arching her back as her legs swept wildly back and forth on the bed sheets like erratic windshield wipers. 

"Oh..fuck...!" she screamed, shoving the cock as far inside her twitching pussy as she could with each successive thrust. Her back arched more and more, the deeper she plowed, until her ass was completely off of the bed sheet. She stayed motionless in the reverse jackknife position, balancing precariously on her shoulders, for what seemed like 2 minutes. As the camera repositioned itself higher, barely an inch of the eight inch cock remained sticking out of her pussy. 

Letting go of the plastic dildo and lowering herself slowly back to the bed sheet, Cindy's pussy was visibly soaked in her own sticky cum. She had had an explosive orgasm, her cries of passion suppressed by the upside down pressure on her lugs.

She slowly withdrew the thick red snake from her shiny pussy, quivering slightly as its veined shaft rubbed against the walls of her over-excited pussy. When it was finally completely out of her, thick white cum drained out of Cindy's open pussy.

"Oh, shit, Greg, that was fucking incredible!" She brought the fake cock up to her face, eyeing the magical wand that had given her such a strong orgasm, then held it out for the camera, which zoomed in on the cunt juices dripping down the sides.

"Thank you," she purred, lying back on her bed, utterly relaxed and spent, but still excited about the prospect of being naked in front of so many anonymous, and no doubt adoring, eyes. 

Without thinking, her hand slipped down between her creamy thighs, and she began stimulating her clit some more. Gently at first, but gradually with more and more enthusiasm. Soon, her fingers were dipping inside her pink, and her breath was growing deeper. Tossing her head to the side, she eyed a gold plated vibrating toy egg that someone named Simon had sent to her. Reaching out and grabbing onto it, she parted her cervix with the two fingers already wedged inside, and slipped the egg-shaped object into her mouth, getting it wet.

Cindy raised her head and eyed the camera as she lowered the egg to her pussy. "Ready, Simon?" she asked, pressing the narrow end to her hole. She removed her fingers and pressed the bottom of the egg, sending it slipping inside of her slick tunnel. Unlike the other toys, this one felt weird, unnatural, and it took a little getting used to. Her cunt muscles kept wanting to shoot it back out, and she had to keep poking at it with her two fingers, pushing it deeper and deeper, until it was just beyond reach.

"This is a new one for me, guys!" she joked, unsure of what was supposed to happen next. Then, realizing that the wire that was coming of her pussy wasn't just to assist in retracting the device, she groped around for the tiny control pad. It had three settings, and she switched it on low. The egg started buzzing nicely, giving her a start. The noise was barely audible. She giggled and spread her knees again, giving the camera a straight shot at her pink pussy. 

Turning it up a notch, the egg started humming inside her. The noise grew louder, still barely audible over the air conditioning she turned on in her room to mask the noise of the various toys and her passion induced moans. The sensations were more intense. She closed her eyes and soon found herself rubbing her clit as the egg played around inside her. Over time, it moved down her tunnel and threatened to come out, forcing her to stick her fingers back inside her box and push it back inside. But as she made contact with the egg, she accidentally pushed it up against her g-spot. 

It felt so good, that she trapped it there, slowly running it in small circles against her previously undiscovered zone alarm. Growing bolder, and ever more eager, she thumbed the switch on the control pad, setting the egg on "high". In the same instant, she was in the throes of passion. Her back arched and her hips raised off of the bed sheet again. But as she did so, the cord grew taught and pulled the egg out of her yearning pussy.

Laying flat on the bed, Cindy grabbed the egg and ran it over her clit, squirming on the sheets as she did, since it was still set to "high" power. A thin stream of clear fluid dripped out of the base of her pussy as she rubbed her clit with the tiny gold toy. Then, unable to control herself, Cindy pushed it back inside her pussy, again positioning it with her two fingers. But this time, she pushed it beyond her g-spot, knowing that it would probably tear her apart if she didn't. 

As it was, she was soon on the verge of another intense orgasm. Her pussy was leaking a constant stream of fluid as she struggled to keep her ass planted on the bed sheet so that the egg wouldn't get ripped out again. 

"Ahhhh!" she yelled loudly as she climaxed on the gold toy. Her hips raised off the bed again, but by this time, she was gripping the bed sheets with both hands, and the remote control dangled freely in the air. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" she screamed, slamming herself onto the bed sheet, and spreading her cunt lips wide for the camera which zoomed in too quickly, sending it out of focus momentarily.

Cindy's eyes were gaping open nearly as wide as her mouth as she tried to force the egg out of her pussy with her cunt muscles. But as she tightened down, it only increased the vibrating sensations, extending her orgasm. 

As luck -- and nature -- would have it, when she orgasmed, her cunt muscles clamped down so hard, that the egg was forced down her chute and slowly peeked out between her thin pink lips. Giving it another push, the egg crowned and then popped out, falling on the white bed sheet, where it lay buzzing happily, covered in her thick slime. 

"Oh shit..." she laughed nervously. "I almost couldn't get it out!" 

She sat up and turned off the egg. Her hand stroked her dripping pussy soothingly. "Simon, you crazy fuck. I hope you don't have any more tricks up your sleeve! Or up mine!" she laughed, spreading her cunt lips one last time for the camera.

"Well boys," she sighed loudly, "I was hoping to get around to thanking more of you this week, but to tell you the truth, Tim, Greg and Simon totally wore me out! Maybe we can do some more later." She winked at the camera.

"But ONLY if you guys keep bidding, okay?" She waved a finger at the camera lens. "I'll admit this is kinda fun, but let's keep in mind what we're trying to do here, okay? Go to eBay and bid on the Cinderella package if you want this to continue. And bid GENEROUSLY if you want to make my dream come true. I bet I can make yours come true, too." She smiled at the camera as it faded to black.

End of Part II.



The Prom Date Ch. 03



Chapter III: A Kellog Serial

"Hi, guys and gals," Cindy said into the video camera. From the background behind her, it was apparent that she was sitting in a car. "It's me again. Time for our next update. Thanks for checking in.

"For those of you who are bidding, thank you and keep up the good work. But we're not even halfway where we need to be. I figure that if things don't improve by the end of this week, I'll probably have to call it off. No point in keeping this up, if it ain't gonna happen, y'know?

"Anyway, some of you emailed that were still unconvinced that this isn't some sort of sham. Well, the only other thing I could think of doing to convince you, is to bring you along with me to school. So here we are. I'm not going to name the school, 'cuz I got a lot of hate mail, too, and I don't want any stalkers coming after me, but I figure you can meet some of my friends who know what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it. Ready? Let's go!

"Oh, by the way, before we head off, some of you were wondering who was operating the video camera last time. I'm afraid I can't tell you that because I promised I wouldn't. Those of you who know me, can probably guess, though. I can tell you, that it wasn't a boyfriend. Like I may have said, I don't really have one right now, and if I did, I can bet you he wouldn't put up with this!

"Okay, now let's go." Cindy opened the car door, and the video camera image rocked and jostled, capturing the asphalt paved parking lot. Since she was no longer in the frame, it was clear that she was taking the video by herself. As she walked onto campus, she was careful to avoid taking pictures of peoples faces.

"Hiya, Cindy!", "Hey, Cin!", "Hey, Babe!" and "Slut!" were but a few of the voices that could be heard on the video camera as they walked down a corridor, finally slipping into the open door of a classroom. Carefully placed on the ground, in a clear plastic book bag adorned with pink flowers, the camera captured the first few moments of the classroom lecture, before being shut off remotely.

When the camera cut back in, only Cindy and a few of her friends were left in the otherwise empty classroom. "Okay, that was my first class. Science. Yuck. But now, it's lunchtime, and I'm here at school with some friends of mine who agreed to be on tape." The camera panned the group of teenagers. They were all smiling and eager to be on camera. It was a small group of 3 girls and 2 boys, not including Cindy. 

"These girls are on the Prom committee, and these two guys are classmates of mine since grade school. They are here to verify that this is completely legit, and that to their knowledge, and by reputation, I have never had sex with a boy."

The gathering of kids all nodded, smiling at the camera. "Yup, it's true," "That's right," "Uh-huh," they all said at once, speaking over each other.

One of the girls spoke up. "I'm the head of the Prom Committee. And it's true. Cindy is doing this so we can all have a nice senior prom. She doesn't sleep around. She promised her dad. I've known her since Freshman year, and she's smart, and funny, and one of the nicest girls on campus, but she hasn't had a steady boyfriend that I know of. I feel kinda strange begging you to bid on my friend, but she says its okay, and that she wants to do it, and I can't think of a braver thing to do. She's my hero."

"She's totally hot, too!" one of the boys yelled out from the back.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Cindy interrupted. "I better not have found out that you bid!" she joked, pointing a finger at her friend in the back. "And it's not just because I know you're flat broke!" she added. 

Just then, the door opened. The group of kids scattered noisily for the exits like cockroaches desperately looking for cover. 

"All right, what's going on in here. Cindy?" came a stern female voice.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Cindy, I'd like to have a word with you. The rest of you can get," she said to no one in particular, as everyone else was already cleared out through the door.

Cindy approached the teacher's desk at the front corner of the room. "Is that thing on?" the teacher asked. Cindy looked down at the camera in her hand. She was so taken aback by being caught that she had completely forgotten about it.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Wait. Don't turn it off, yet. I want to tell you and your little audience something." The camera pointed at her stern face. "Cindy, there are rumors going around that you're offering to sell yourself in order for your classmates to have a senior prom. Is that true?"

"Well, I . . ." 

"Look. I think it's commendable that you're trying to help. I also think it's admirable that you've decided to honor your promise to your father not to have sex until you're ready. You're 18 and I can't stop you from doing anything you want to do on your own time. I just want you to promise me one thing. That you'll stop this if you decide you don't want to go through with it. We can always find another way to raise the money. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am. I promise."

"And one more thing, I'm going to give you my cell phone number. I will be chaperoning the dance. If you get into trouble, you call me, okay?" she asked sternly. 

"I will. Thank you," she said quietly. 

"Okay, and for your viewers, you should know that if you hurt this young lady, or force her to do something she doesn't want to do, I WILL come looking for you."

"Thanks again," Cindy mumbled, impressed by her teacher's forthright approach. As she took the phone number from her teacher's hand, she looked up and was surprised to see her teacher staring straight into her eyes, boring a hole in her skull. But it wasn't a look of consternation, disappointment or pity. It was a non-judgmental look of genuine concern. In that same instant she realized that her teacher really cared about her. Not just as a student, but as a person. Almost like an equal. She was deeply affected by this. Without thinking, Cindy leaned over and kissed her teacher appreciatively on the cheek. She smelled wonderful. Her perfume was soft and feminine, even though her outer demeanor was always so hard and strict. She wondered why she hadn't noticed her teacher's feminine side before. She was so pretty, and her skin was so soft. Cindy slowly leaned in close again and turned her chin into her teacher's neck, taking in another whiff of sweet perfume and admiring up close how she applied her minimal make up to such great effect.

After a few moments, Cindy jolted back to reality. -- What was I doing? -- She had never had any sexual feelings towards other girls before, and she wasn't even sure that she was having them now. -- Is that what I'm feeling? -- As she withdrew, she brushed her cheek against her teacher's, wanting to explore her feelings a little more. To Cindy's surprise, her teacher didn't move away. But she didn't encourage her, either. She just allowed Cindy to explore her newly awakening feelings a little. It was like she knew what Cindy needed to do, and she let her do it, without judging.

All at once, Cindy realized what was happening. Her teacher knew her better than she knew herself, and her teacher really cared about her in a way she had only thought that her real parents could. Overcome with a swell of emotions -- love, sex, curiosity, respect, admiration, shame, and her first taste of adult wisdom -- Cindy paused, not knowing what to do next. -- If I leaned in, she would probably let me kiss her on the lips -- NO! That's wrong! -- Does she want me to? -- What if I never get another chance? -- Don't push it -- But I really want to know more! -- Confused and a little ashamed and embarrassed, Cindy finally turned away. She stuffed the emergency telephone number into her transparent book bag, and hurriedly left the room, nervous and shaking.

Once outside, Cindy caught up to her small group of friends. After explaining what had happened -- well, most of what happened, she left out the part about the kiss -- Cindy and her best friend, Dana, went off to their next class, gym. Technically, it was Gymnastics III, a class reserved for cheerleaders. As a senior, Cindy had already taken basic P.E. in her freshman year. Gym II was for the JV squad, and Gym III was for the varsity. Gymnastics IV and V were for the true gymnasts.

When they approached the locker room, a group of boys walked up to them and verbally accosted Cindy, calling her rude names and urging her and her friend to take them all on. They had obviously seen her website. For the first time, Cindy was panicked. She expected the occasional rude comment, but she hadn't truly figured on getting assaulted and gang raped.

But then, just as suddenly, a group of junior and senior basketball and football jocks came to her rescue, bursting into the circle and pinning the other boys up against the red brick wall outside the locker rooms. Forcing them to apologize, and promise not to bother Cindy or her friends again, the jocks gave the aggressors a few bruises in hidden locations, as a not-so-gentle reminder and warning of what would happen if there were any further complaints about their behavior.

Cindy thanked them, and quickly turned heel with Dana, leaving the scene before a teacher turned up. Once safely inside the girls' locker room, Cindy and Dana tucked the video camera in Dana's locker -- in case any teacher came looking around -- and changed into their practice uniforms, which were essentially the performance uniforms from three seasons ago. The girls left for practice, leaving the video camera behind. At least, that was what Cindy thought. Unbeknownst to Cindy, Dana had given instructions to a friend to remove the camera from her locker and take a few surreptitious pictures of Cindy at cheer practice. 

Dana knew that Cindy didn't want to reveal that she was on the cheer squad. She was afraid that if it became public, no one would take her claim of chastity seriously. But Dana disagreed. She was of the opinion that there was nothing more tempting to the pervs browsing the web than a chance to boff a cute virgin cheerleader.

Unfortunately, Cindy wasn't on her best game. She was confused and awkward at practice, turning the wrong way and forgetting the words to even the most practiced cheers. She was distracted, still thinking about her unexplored sexual feelings toward another woman. And being around all these cute, peppy girls in short pleated skirts and cheer panties (some were still wearing their regular underwear), wasn't helping. She found herself peering at her classmates' necks, arms, breasts, asses and legs. She stared at their perfectly made up eyes and lips, and wondered what it would be like to kiss them. She knew that some of them were bi-sexual, and that some of them were more sexually adventurous than others. She wished that she hadn't shied away from the last post-game party after the win over their cross-town rivals that she heard had quickly turned into a large group orgy with some of the stars on the basketball team.

The faculty cheer advisor pulled her aside and Cindy lied, telling her that she was having abnormal cramps. Concerned, but skeptical, the advisor sent Cindy to the school nurse, and told Dana to accompany her, both to watch over her, and to make sure that she actually went.

"What's going on?" Dana asked, in a hushed whisper as they walked back to the locker room to change. Cindy hesitated. Even though Dana was her best friend, and Cindy knew that Dana was no stranger to "partying" with both sexes, Cindy was reluctant to share her sexual confusion. 

"Were you bothered by those boys before practice? You know that the jocks would never let anything happen to you. You're like a folk hero on campus." 

"No, it's not that," Cindy said, getting more and more quiet.

"Did you see Janet taking videos of you during practice? I'm sorry, but I thought that it would really help boost the bids. C'mon! You're a cheerleader! Guys love cheerleaders!"

Cindy glared at her. "What?! I told you no!" 

"I know! I'm sorry! But c'mon! You're one the sexiest girls on the team! The other girls are all jealous of you. You got it all, baby! Just because you're a cheerleader doesn't mean you're loose!"

"You are!" Cindy lashed out. She didn't intend to land such a harsh blow, but she was inwardly jealous of her best friend's sexual freedom. She started to sob.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the matter? What's going on?" Dana asked, immediately dropping her defenses and her ready retort as soon as she saw that her friend was hurting. She knew that whatever was bothering her, it wasn't Dana's deception with the camera. "It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to tell me what's going on, but tell me, are you okay?"

Dana's mature response caught Cindy off guard. It was almost like . . . 

"I'm okay," Cindy answered, sniffling intermittently. She had stopped crying. "Thanks. I'm sorry for what I said." 

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it. Come on, let's get you out of here." Dana steered Cindy into the empty locker room with her arm around her shoulder. 

Once inside, they sat down on the wooden bench separating their lockers. Dana could tell that Cindy was troubled, and that she wanted to share with her, but was holding back. She hoped that she hadn't lost Cindy's trust over her little camera stunt.

"Dana?" she asked hesitantly. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course. You can tell me anything."

"Thanks." Cindy already knew it was true, but it felt good hearing it before she confessed her growing confusion over her sexual identity. Cindy launched into her story, starting with the compulsive kiss on the cheek that she gave their teacher, and ending up with her insuppressible fascination with the other girls.

"It's okay," Dana reassured her, taking hold of her hands and stroking them with her thumbs. "You're confused. You feel guilty, maybe a little embarrassed, ashamed. We all went through it the first time..."

"The first time...?" Cindy interrupted.

"Well, yeah." Dana blushed. "Listen, you know that I've experimented with other girls, right?" As she said it, she instantly understood why Cindy had been so angry with her earlier. Cindy was staring at her, listening intently. 

Cindy nodded. -- She's ready, Dana knew. 

"The first time was at my 18th birthday party. You were there, but Janet and I were in the kitchen getting some drinks, and it just kinda happened. We started kissing and it was soo hot. She came back after the party was over, and we had sex in my bedroom. It was so fucking amazing." 

"Janet?" Cindy gawked. She had never suspected.

"Yeah, but don't say anything, she's very careful with her reputation." Cindy nodded. "She was my first, and I know that you don't think that there's anything wrong with me, just because I tried it a few times, do you?" Cindy shook her head, face lowered, ashamed at being caught judging her best friend.

"It's natural, okay? Just because you're curious, doesn't make you a lesbian. In fact, from watching your videos on your website, I can tell you that you're probably the straightest girl on campus! I've never known anyone who needs dick as much as you do!" she joked. Cindy chortled involuntarily.

Meanwhile, as the two girls were soothing each others' egos, Janet had silently snuck back into the locker room, intending to slip the camera back into Dana's locker before Cindy noticed it was missing. But, seeing the two girls consoling themselves, and knowing what a cunt hound Dana was, Janet turned on the videocamera and focused on the pair while hiding behind an adjacent row of metal lockers.

"Listen," Dana continued, taking Cindy's hands again, this time in a demonstration of intimacy. "There's no one else around, and you know I won't tell anyone. Do you want to kiss me?" 

Cindy raised her head, and silently looked into Dana's eyes. They weren't judgmental. Instead, they were open, and welcoming. Dana saw Cindy's eyes move to her thin lips, then back to meet her unflinching eyes. She's so beautiful, Cindy realized.

"Yes," she said softly, in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad," Dana whispered back, bringing Cindy's hands up to her mouth, and softly kissing the back of her hand. Cindy's breath caught in her throat. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, her lips lightly wetted and parted in anticipation.

But instead of meeting Dana's lips, Cindy had her breath taken away again, as she felt Dana's cheek softly caressing her own. She smelled Dana's playful perfume on her neck and inhaled deeply, as Dana's long brown hair danced across her face.

Dana turned her face into Cindy's cheek and kissed her lightly, before turning back again, allowing Cindy to get used to the sense of intimacy. To her surprise, it didn't take long. As soon as she turned away, Cindy copied her move and kissed her on the cheek.

Releasing Cindy's hands, Dana planted her palms flat on the bench on either side of Cindy, leaning into her heavily as a show of dominance. Cindy allowed Dana to push up against her, and instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around Dana's back, only partially for support. Leaning backwards slightly, Cindy maneuvered her face into the nape of Dana's neck and kissed her assertively, using her tongue to lick her best friend's salty skin.

This time, it was Dana who was playing copy-cat. Dana kissed and nibbled at Cindy's long neck, ear and cheek, working her way backwards until they were separated, gazing into each others' lust-glazed eyes across a distance of less then four inches. 

Breathing heavily, they moved together silently, mouths open and eyes closed. They kissed with the heat, passion, and confidence of long-lost lovers, not with the giggling, tentative awkwardness of curious teenagers. Warm, wet mouths opened and closed against each other. During the latest of their open mouth kisses, Cindy's soft lips caught glimpses of Dana's eager tongue experimentally sliding up against her lower lip and white teeth, growing bolder as time passed without sign of resistance or complaint.

By now, Cindy was so charged up, not just by the idea of finally experimenting with a little girl-on-girl action, but with the prospect of having a sexual encounter with another person, and not just in her bedroom with her hand, or with a toy, that she was eager to please, and be pleased in return. During their next kiss, Cindy tilted her head to the side and reached around the back of Dana's head, pressing her face tightly against her own. She opened her mouth wide, forcing Dana's open as well, and more tentatively than she had intended, slipped her tongue inside Dana's mouth. 

Dana's heart leapt. She had begun to doubt her first assessment that Cindy was ready for a girl-on-girl encounter. She had struggled to restrain herself. She didn't want to be over-aggressive and scare Cindy off. Instead, Dana let the very tip of her tongue reach out and greet Cindy's. Cindy nervously jerked her tongue backwards, but quickly extended it again. She was glad when Dana began to take a more assertive role, sticking out her own tongue and inviting Cindy to play by slowly flicking it against hers.

As though reading each other's mind, they each withdrew their tongues and open mouth kissed again, more wantonly and forcefully than before. Their tongues snaked out again, sliding against the others' in a give-and-take exchange as they explored each other's mouths. Unable to control herself, Dana slid her hand up Cindy's flat stomach, bringing it to rest between Cindy's perky tits. To her pleasant surprise, Cindy cupped her hand over Dana's and moved it over her right breast while they continued kissing. 

Dana gently stroked Cindy's breast through the heavy polyester fabric of her cheer uniform, causing Cindy to kiss her with ever growing intensity. Dana squeezed Cindy's small, firm breast, and Cindy broke the kiss, gently throwing her head back. Cindy couldn't believe how good it felt to finally be touched sexually. -- Oh gawd, yes -- she thought, melting at Dana's touch.




The Prom Date Ch. 03



Kissing her exposed throat, Dana slowly moved her hand down Cindy's chest and stomach. Running her open palm along Cindy's exposed upper thigh, Dana slid her hand over Cindy's crotch, gently caressing her warm pussy through her tight cheer panties. Cindy parted her knees wider, and Dana quickly took advantage, digging at the elastic bands sewn into the sides of Cindy's panties, trying to gain access to her pussy.

No, wait, no... Cindy's mind interrupted. In the same instant, Cindy brought her hand down over her crotch, blocking out Dana's searching fingers. Pushing Dana back with her free hand, Cindy leaned upright and looked Dana in the face. 

"I can't," she pleaded. "I promised." 

At first, Dana was dejected. -- We were so close! -- Of course, no one likes to get revved up by the prospect of a sexual encounter, only to have it end prematurely. But Dana was Cindy's best friend, and knew how strongly she felt about keeping chaste until her 19th birthday. 

"Shh..." she whispered, "It's okay, it's okay. I understand. I'm sorry for pushing it. I couldn't help myself." Dana reached out to stroke Cindy's gentle chin and soft cheek. "It's just that you're so beautiful..."

Cindy's heart melted. And as she pushed her face into Dana's hand, she could feel her resistance fading. -- It'd be okay...She's my best friend. She won't tell anyone. What if we just fooled around a little more? Who's it gonna hurt? -- Cindy brushed Dana's hand aside and leaned forward into her, kissing her hard. But at that moment, a female voice shouted out, echoing in the distance. 

"Dana! Coach wants you back already! She said that if Cindy's alright, to get your ass back to practice!"

The two girls instantly broke their kiss and separated, each smoothing out the wrinkles in their uniform and hair. Looking around, they could tell that the voice was calling out to them from the locker room door. They hadn't been seen. Had they?

Cindy's eyes focused on a figure leaning out around the corner of a distant row of lockers. It was holding the videocamera, aimed in their direction. "Dana!" Cindy whispered, pointing over to where Janet was standing.

"I'm so sorry, Cindy!" Dana pleaded. "I didn't know she was there! I promise! You can just erase the tape, okay? You gotta believe me!" 

Cindy laughed. "Don't worry. I believe you. You'd try to trick me, but you wouldn't lie to me. Besides, I'm kinda glad you got it on tape." She leaned forward and whispered, "That was pretty hot!" Cindy gave her a quick peck on the lips and then swatted Dana on her bottom. "You better get moving, Dana darling, before Coach comes looking for you."

Dana was stunned by how calmly Cindy was taking the whole thing. But as she was trotting back to the practice field, playing the whole thing back in her mind, she realized that Cindy really didn't have anything to complain about. Nothing really happened. Cindy was afraid of going too far, and they hadn't. They had stopped just in time. Well, nearly. But now she could use the video as proof of her chastity, as well as have a little keepsake of her first sexual adventure, with another girl, no less! She had an extra bounce in her step for the rest of practice.

Meanwhile, Cindy had called over to Janet, and had explained that she wasn't mad. And, after checking the videocamera to verify that she got it all on tape, handed the camera back to a very confused looking Janet.

"As long as you're here, can you help me?" she asked. "Turn it on," she instructed. Janet did as she was told and focused the camera on Cindy sitting on bench in the girls' locker room. "I wasn't going to tell people that I was a cheerleader, because I thought they might get the wrong idea about me."

Cindy was running her hands along her thighs, slowly raising her cheer skirt higher and higher with each pass. "But now that the cat's out of the bag, we might as well as make the most of it," she said, looking straight into the camera lens and lifting up the hem of her skirt to show off her blue cheer panties. She didn't realize that there was a noticeable dark wet spot where her pussy had leaked onto the fabric. 

"Have you ever wondered, what it's like inside the girls' locker room?" she said, speaking to the camera. She stood up and the camera panned around the room, finally coming back to rest on her from the waist up. "A lot of boys think it's all pink and girly in here. It's not. But do you want to see something pink and girly?" she asked rhetorically.

Cindy turned her back to the camera and slowly undid her top zipper, revealing a lacey white bra strap. Turning back to the camera, she shucked off her top, and slipped it into her locker. Reaching behind her back again, she undid her bra clasp and pulled it off her thin body, revealing her beautiful, firm breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard. A fact she demonstrated for the camera. 

"Gawd, I hope nobody comes in here," she giggled, looking around, as she reached behind her ass and undid the zipper of her cheer skirt. It slid off easily. Because this was a type of uniform that had the cheer panties sewn into the skirt for extra protection, Cindy was left standing there, completely naked.

"Now this," she said, sitting back down on the bench, and putting a foot up along side her, while pointing at her swollen pussy lips, "is pink and girly." She laughed, and got up again. "I'm gonna go shower. You wanna come?" She snickered. "What was I thinking, of course you do."

Cindy turned, grabbed a white towel, and walked over to the showers, with Janet following behind, catching all the action. 

"Sometimes," she said, standing underneath the shower nozzle and turning it on, squealing as the initial blast of cold water sprayed her. "Sometimes, some of the girls will get a little crazy in here." She lathered herself up. "I know you've all wondered. It's true. Usually not, but sometimes, two or three of them will be kinda horny, and they'll start rubbing each other's backs and stuff, and then one thing leads to another, until they're kissing and groping each other. Sometimes, they'll even start fingering each other in front of the rest of us, but usually they stop, unless we start cheering and stuff. But by then, usually a teacher comes in and they have to stop before they get busted."

"I never really thought about making out with another girl before, but, well, you saw what just happened. Well, assuming I get my friend's permission to post the video, that is. But she's pretty cool, and that was pretty hot, I must say."

Cindy rinsed herself off, and took a step closer to the camera. "I gotta say, if it wasn't for my promise, and the prom, I probably would've gone for it." She turned and immersed herself back into the stream of water. 

"Damn, she was pretty hot," she mumbled, caressing her breasts with both hands. With her back to the camera, Cindy spread her legs apart and began stroking herself so that her hand and fingers were visible from behind. She slipped two fingers inside her pussy and quickly began working towards getting herself off. It didn't take very long. She was imagining Dana's hand on her pussy, and her sweet tongue inside her mouth. Cindy wondered what Dana tasted like, and fantasized about walking up to her in the shower after practice and pushing Dana against the wall and kissing her without saying anything. As everyone else watched them silently, drawn into their deep passion for each other, Cindy imagined kneading Dana's breasts, sucking on her nipples, and then dropping to her knees, planting her mouth over her shaved pussy and licking and sucking on Dana's sweet snatch until she exploded in an intense orgasm in front of the rest of the cheer squad. 

Cindy imagined that Dana would pick her up off the ground, kissing her passionately, as she lead her to the center of the showers. Laying her on the ground, Dana would crawl between her legs and eat her out, while the other girls formed a circle around them. 

As Cindy was telling her fantasy to the camera, she followed her own imagination, and lay down in the center of the shower area, caressing her breasts with one hand, and busily working her other hand over her pussy, sliding two fingers in and out of her wet box as she writhed on the cold tile floor. 

"She sticks two fingers inside my pussy as she licks my clit, and I go wild. It feels so good. She knows just the right way to touch me. Then, all of a sudden, some of the other girls start to join in. Kneeling by my side, they begin sucking on my tits, and running their hands all over my body, while they take turns kissing me. By now, my eyes are closed, and someone straddles my face. I can't tell who it is, but I begin to suck her pussy anyway. I feel Dana moving to the side as another girl's tongue begins to lick my pussy alongside her. I have orgasm after orgasm, but they won't let me up. I don't even want to get up...."

At that moment, Cindy's back arched and her fingers dug deep. She orgasmed there on the shower room floor. It was a truly beautiful thing to watch. But when it was finally over, Cindy felt embarrassed, naked and cold on the dirty shower floor. She got up and told Janet to stop taping. She didn't turn the camera on for the rest of the day; dodging questions from her friends until she drove herself home.

When she got home, Cindy tossed her school bag on the bed and went straight to take another shower. She still felt dirty. She could still feel the cold wet tile against her skin. As she showered, she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Is it really worth it? She stayed in the hot shower for a long time, and when she finally emerged, she felt utterly drained, as though she had just stepped out of a sauna. Too tired to put on a fresh change of clothes, she draped herself in her bathrobe and slunk off to bed. She crawled underneath the covers and quickly drifted off to a deep sleep.

Cindy was roused a few hours later by the sense that there was someone lying next to her. She awoke with a start, realizing that someone was "spooning" her with their arm around her waist. Spinning around, she relaxed slightly when she saw that it was only Dana. "Dana! What are you doing here?! My gawd, you nearly scared me half to death!" 

"Sorry," she said, stretching her arms, since she had really been sleeping. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. You seemed out of sorts this afternoon. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Cindy replied, relaxing, and lying back in her bed. "I'm okay." Suddenly aware that she wasn't wearing any clothes under her robe, she pulled the covers up over her shoulder and turned on her side to face her friend.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's just that...never mind."

"C'mon, Cindy. Tell me. I want to help." She reached over and moved a stray strand of hair out of Cindy's face. She continued to stroke her hair back towards her ear while they talked, trying to be reassuring and provocative at the same time.

"It's just that...today, after you left, I let Janet film me while I took a shower in the locker room hoping that she would attack me, but she didn't, and of course, I got myself off in the shower again, and afterwards, I found myself wondering, y'know, is this really all worth it? I mean, if it weren't for this stupid prom, I probably would've done it by now and it would all be over already."

"What do you mean, honey?"

Cindy took a deep breath before explaining. "Today, at practice, I couldn't stop thinking about the other girls. That's why I was so off. I kept trying to, well. And then, when I was in the locker room with you, it was so incredible. I wanted to give myself to you, right there, but I knew we had to stop. And then, when I was all alone again in the shower, I had the most vivid fantasy. I was dreaming not only about where we left off, but I was dreaming about all of the girls, all at the same time! I tell you, I can't control myself anymore. Between the prom auction and the videos, and my promise to my dad, I'm afraid that if I don't give in, I'm gonna do something I really regret." 

"It's okay, honey. I'm here now. I'll protect you. I won't let you do anything stupider than I already have." Cindy smiled gently. "I dunno, maybe we shouldn't have fooled around in the locker room. I just wanted to help you discover what sex can really be about. How incredible it can be when you're with someone safe. Someone you have feelings for, someone who you love, and who loves you. That's what it's all about. I mean, there's nothing wrong with turned out sex, going out and getting laid when you feel the urge. In that case, it's all about the orgasm. But I didn't want you to think that that was all there was to it, y'know? Don't get caught up in chasing the orgasm. That'll get you in trouble. Go for the intimacy. I just didn't know how much you really needed to get laid until I started rubbing your pussy!"

Cindy and Dana burst out laughing, lightening the mood. "I do not!" Cindy yelled out loud, rolling onto her back. "You do, too!" Dana teased. "The whole squad?! In the shower?! With me?! I might have to go warn everyone at the next practice not to drop the soap when you're around!"

Cindy cackled loudly. "That goes double for you, y'know!" But as soon as she said it, she knew that she had shared too much. She wished she could take it back, but it was already out there, wafting up to the ceiling.

"Oooh! Double, eh?" Dana mocked, rolling over and throwing her leg up over Cindy's lower torso, trapping her beneath her as she sat up and looked down at her slightly damp prisoner. "I didn't know you were such a cunt hound! After all those showers we've taken together, you must've seen something you really liked!" Dana made a mock showing of squeezing her breasts together over her cotton t-shirt.

Cindy laughed heartily, throwing her head back and her chest out. "Yeah, like you haven't been trying to get inside my pants since the first time we met!" Cindy joked back. 

"Well!" Dana said, mocking indignance. She leaned down over Cindy and trapped her arms above her head. "At least that much is true," she said with a soft smile, moving in for a kiss. In a split second, the mood inside the room shifted. Cindy closed her eyes and opened her mouth, greeting Dana's moist lips and searching tongue with her own.

Breathing heavily, Dana continued kissing Cindy, her "trapped" posture presenting her with an excuse to give in to her best friend's romantic advances. Dana moved to kiss and nibble on Cindy's cheek and neck, causing Cindy to writhe passionately below her. Things were quickly getting out of control again.

"You know," Dana whispered in her ear, "I've been thinking. Just because you won't let me get into your pants....yet...doesn't mean that I won't let you get into mine."

A big smile crawled across Cindy's face. She had never thought about that. -- It's not like I'd be breaking my promise, she reasoned, I could even be fully clothed...and even if I wasn't, it's not like I could get pregnant, and that's what I was really promising. I mean, I didn't swear off sex. Just not with a boy. I can still masturbate, can't I? And if I can still get myself off using my fingers or using toys, this is practically the same thing, isn't it?

Cindy pushed up against Dana and rolled her onto her back. Dana was beaming up at her as Cindy straddled her thin waist. "Wait a minute," she said, getting off of Dana and walking over to her school bag. Retrieving the video camera, Cindy positioned the camera on the tripod near the bed stand and turned it on. 

"Hi," she said perkily into the camera. "I'm here in my bedroom with my best friend, Dana." She motioned to where Dana was lying on the bed. Dana sat up and waved. "We were just sitting around and talking about what had happened earlier at school. She looked over at Dana, and got a silent agreement from her with a nod. "And we decided that, really, there was no reason for us not to take the next step. I mean, when I promised my dad that . . . ." she continued to explain her reasoning for the camera audience, and then summarized, ". . . But in the end, I really don't think I could've stopped myself. And besides," she concluded, moving away from the camera and crawling over Dana's body, "I don't think you want to miss this." She turned her head sideways and smiled lasciviously at the camera.

"I know I don't want to miss this," Dana said, as Cindy crawled up onto the bed, eyeing her prey. 

The two girls kissed again, even more passionately than before, then suddenly Cindy leaned back, so that she was seated upright, straddling Dana's hips again. And as she did, her crotch pressed into Dana's thighs, and Dana could tell that Cindy was already soaking wet with anticipation. With her side to the camera, Cindy undid the cinch on her bathrobe and eased the fabric over her shoulders, letting it fall to the bedspread and revealing her nakedness.

Dana smiled up at Cindy, drinking in her naked body. Dana had seen Cindy naked in the shower and in the locker room countless times before, but this was the first time that she was looking at her best friend as a sexual partner. "Gawd, you're so sexy. Come here and kiss me." 

Cindy smiled appreciatively, accepting the compliment. After all, this was the first time that she was naked with a partner. "Nuh-uh," she said playfully. "You come up here."

Dana grinned at how naughty Cindy was being, and how much fun this was going to be. Raising herself up with her arms behind her back, they French kissed for the camera, before Dana began to move down her neck towards her virgin breasts. Cindy stiffened, and Dana hesitated until she relaxed again. Kissing a tender pink tip, Cindy's body jerked with pleasure. She was a bundle of nervous, excited, sexually explosive energy. 

Dana smiled up at Cindy as she backed away to flick her tongue over and around Cindy's cute little nipples. "Does that feel good?" she cooed, reaching up to massage Cindy's breasts as she continued to excite her nipples with her expert tongue. Cindy didn't answer. She was already somewhere else. Her hand had slipped between her thighs and she was slowly massaging her pussy. 

They kissed again, long and hard, interrupted only briefly as Cindy removed Dana's t-shirt over her head. Dana reached behind her back to undo her bra strap, but Cindy intervened, wanting to be the aggressor and undress her lover.

Casting aside Dana's bra, Cindy leaned into Dana, pushing her back onto the bed. Dana's chest rose and fell as Cindy worked her way down her chin, neck, and between her firm young breasts. Holding them in her hands, Cindy kissed and nibbled on her rock hard brown tips, trying to memorize how they felt on her tongue and in her mouth. But she was eager to go the next step. Moving down Dana's flat stomach, she stuck her tongue into Dana's navel, and kissed her delicate "innie" belly button, before moving south. 

Cindy spread Dana's legs and kneeled down between them, kissing her mound over her tiny drawstring cotton shorts. Looking up at Dana, it was clear from her expression that she approved of the seduction. Cindy smiled up at her then raised up on her knees, using her hands to rub Dana's pussy through her shorts. Dana closed her eyes as though she was enjoying it, and Cindy could almost swear that she could feel Dana's damp warm pussy through the cotton fabric.

Without another word, Dana raised her hips and Cindy quickly got the message. Pulling on the drawstring and slipping her fingers into the waistband, Cindy pulled down on Dana's cotton shorts, exposing Dana's naked body. At first, Cindy was taken aback by the fact that Dana wasn't wearing any panties, but then she understood why she could so easily feel Dana through her shorts.

Like Cindy's, Dana's pussy was neatly shaved so that only a small triangle of pubic hair was left about an inch above her clit. As Dana kicked off her shorts and spread her legs, Cindy could distinctly smell the sweet musky aroma Dana's arousal. Positioning herself between Dana's legs, Cindy ran her hands up Dana's smooth calves and thighs. Dana was already reacting positively. Her eyes were closed and her hands reached down to cover Cindy's as they neared her crotch. Knowing that she was Cindy's very first lover was intensely erotic.




The Prom Date Ch. 03



Her eyes still closed, Dana felt Cindy's presence as she lay down on her stomach between Dana's outstretched legs. Cindy's gentle kisses on her thighs and around her pelvic area had her silently yearning for more. She knew she had to be patient, but the growing eroticism soon had her pussy dripping with anticipation.

"Oh my gawd, Dana," Cindy said, a little embarrassed, "you're already leaking." Without saying another word, Cindy bent her head down and kissed Dana's cunt lips experimentally. She was intrigued by how soft, damp, and warm her pussy was. She repeated the kiss, this time a little lower, and discovered that Dana was even warmer and wetter, the lower she went. Eyeing Dana's reaction, Cindy let her tongue slip out and dabbed it at a sticky ball of dew clinging between Dana's lower lips.

Dana breathed in deeply and began massaging her full, perky breasts and flat stomach. Suddenly, the camera began to shake wildly as someone unscrewed the bolt holding it to the tripod. The two girls looked over in horror at the prospect of having been caught together in such a compromising position. But their surprised expressions were soon replaced by friendly, easy smiles. 

As Cindy moved her long hair out of the way, tossing it over her shoulder, the camera walked in for a close-up of Cindy's tongue jutting out and slipping in between Dana's thin cunt lips, starting at the base and then sweeping upward towards her clit. 

Cindy flashed a bright smile into the camera lens, showing off the sticky viscous fluid on her tongue, before drawing it back into her mouth. She swallowed dramatically for the camera and flashed her eyebrows, before giving the camera an air kiss. She smiled wryly, then buried her face back between Dana's thighs. This time, all the camera could capture was the side of Cindy's face, as she ate hungrily at Dana's "Y".

The camera backed out and the full length of Dana's naked, writing body came into view. Her hands were roughly squeezing her own breasts as her back arched and fell over and over, unable to do anything else to control the timing of her orgasm. "Stick your fingers in my pussy," she urged, reaching down and placing her hand over one of Cindy's and drawing it to her cunt.

Cindy quickly obeyed, dazzling at the novelty of the idea, and wondering why she hadn't thought of it herself. Sucking two fingers into her mouth in order to wet them, she positioned them at the small opening of Dana's pink pussy before pushing them inside. It felt wonderful to be inside her best friend. Dana threw her head back as her tight pussy clamped down around Cindy's invading fingers. "Oh gawd, yes," she panted, replacing her hand over Cindy's, holding it steady as she ground her hips against it.

Cindy was amazed at how tight and wet Dana was. Her Bartholin fluid oozed out from around her fingers, coating Cindy's palm as she dug her fingers deeper, turning her palm upward so she could use her fingertips to stimulate Dana's g-spot. Dana threw her arms up above her head, trying hard not to twist her body out of position.

Cindy lowered her head and began flicking the tip of her tongue over Dana's already throbbing clit. Dana's hands reached down and pulled Cindy's face hard into her pussy. She groaned and twisted wildly and Cindy had to clamp down on Dana's pussy with her mouth, sucking hard on her clit, just to keep up the contact. 

"Oh gawd, Cindy, I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum!" she yelled, trying to roll over onto her side in a defensive fetal position. But Cindy pushed her back over and continued driving her fingers in and out of Dana's slippery pussy as she bit down on Dana's clit with her lips.

"AAAHHH!" Dana screamed, arching her back off the bed. In the next instant, she was totally silent, except for her struggling breath sounds, as every muscle in her body contracted, before exploding in a massive orgasm.

"Oh, Fuck!" she yelled, collapsing on the bed sheet. "You can eat me out, anytime!" She spread her legs wide, trying to calm herself down. But Cindy took it as an invitation to press forward. She gently kissed her way down Dana's inner thigh and began nuzzling her nose and mouth in between Dana's sticky, overworked cunt lips. She lovingly kissed the area around Dana's wet box, reveling in how strong Dana's scent was now, and knowing that she had been a good enough lover to give her best friend an orgasm. -- There's no faking this! -- She slipped her fingers back into Dana's box, moving them slowly in and out, loving how soft, wet, and sticky Dana felt inside. Her pussy was definitely loser than when they had first started. She loved knowing this about another person.

But Dana had had enough for now, and sat up, pulling Cindy's face up by the chin to share another sensual French kiss. Cindy withdrew her fingers and wrapped her arms around Dana's neck and back, kissing her passionately. 

"Your turn," Dana said, spinning Cindy around so that she was seated with her back to Dana at the edge of the bed. The camera man moved in front of the young couple as Dana reached around her back and groped Cindy's firm breasts, cupping them softly in her palms and playing with her hard nipples.

Cindy blushed demurely when Dana chewed on her long neck and earlobe, running her hands down Cindy's flat stomach towards her eager pussy. "No..." she admonished Dana softly, "I can't." She brushed Dana's hands to the side and stood, turning around to face her. 

"Why not?" Dana pouted, taking her by the hands. "Come on, let me love you." Dana spread Cindy's arms wide, forcing her to step closer. Cindy giggled as Dana kissed her soft stomach. She had to admit that it felt good, but she was trying hard not to give in. 

"Okay, alright. That's enough," Cindy admonished. "Let's not get carried away."

"Alright, I'm sorry," Dana apologized. "But how about this. Can I at least hold you when you get yourself off?"

Cindy looked at her skeptically. She wondered whether Dana was just trying to get her all worked up and horny, hoping that she would lower her guard, and then spread her out on the bed. "You promise not to try anything funny?"

"I promise. On my honor," Dana boasted, holding up three fingers like a girl scout.

"Yeah, right. You're no girl scout," Cindy mocked, but nevertheless turned around again and slipped back between Dana's legs. 

"This is my best friend, Dana," Cindy announced for the camera. Dana waved enthusiastically at the camera from behind Cindy's back. "We've now, officially, done everything together." 

"Well, not everything, you prude," Dana mocked. 

"Prude!?" Cindy protested. "Didn't you just cum in my mouth? Do you want me to roll back the tape? Prude, my ass!" The girls enjoyed a laugh and a quick peck together before Cindy continued on. She glanced at her computer screen which was still open to her active bid page.

"Well, I'm pleased to announce that the bidding is finally making some progress. But we need to do a little better, guys. The prom is just around the corner, and we're still about $20,000 short of the goal, ("Holy Shit, we are?" Dana chimed in the background) so this is probably going to be my last video. It's been a lot of fun, as you can tell, but unless someone steps up to the plate, it looks like I'm going to have to make other arrangements for my birthday." She snuggled closely in Dana's arms, who held her tightly, reassuringly. 

"I don't mind," Dana sang, kissing Cindy's neck.

"I'll continue to update the website, in case any of you have any more questions, or if any of you have any bright ideas of how we can come up with the money. What do you want?"

Dana was patting her stomach, trying to get her attention. She leaned closer to Cindy's ear and whispered. "How about if we go to the prom together?" she asked.

"How is that going to work. What are you going to do, come up with the money all by yourself?" Cindy whispered back, but loud enough for the camera to overhear.

"No, stupid," Dana encouraged, looking nervously at the camera before turning her attention back to Cindy. "Not just us. I mean, what if I go with you and your date? Nobody says we can't go as a threesome."

"Really?" Cindy asked, flabbergasted. "Are you sure? I thought you were going with Steve? What's he gonna do?"

"Oh, don't worry about him," Dana said. "He's good looking and he has a big dick. He'll get someone to replace me."

"Especially now," Cindy joked. "But I can't let you to do that. You two have been going out since sophomore year. You already bought your bids together. I don't wanna be responsible for breaking you guys up."

"You won't have to," said an emboldened voice off-screen. "I'll go with Dana."

Dana and Cindy spun their heads around and stared at someone just above the camera lens. 

"Who, you?!" Dana asked incredulously.

"Are you sure?!" Cindy asked, with an expression on her face even more shocked than Dana's.

There was a big sigh from behind the camera. "Yeah, I'm sure. You gotta go with Steve, and I don't have a date. Mom probably would've made me go with her, anyway," she added dryly.

Cindy and Dana looked at each other, trying to suppress an outburst of uncontrollable laughter, as if they had just heard the most unbelievable, but true, story that they couldn't even have imagined. "Here, take this." The image on the screen jostled and jumbled as the camera was held out to Dana, who had already started to laugh out loud. But she stood up and took the camera. It shook up and down as Dana tried to calm herself down. 

A girl who looked remarkably similar to Cindy, but who was wearing her blonde hair short, and who was dressed modestly in comfortable fitting denim jeans and white t-shirt, passed in front of the camera, and sat down next to Cindy on the bed.

"Hi, I'm Sara," the girl said, looking straight into the camera with a somewhat serious expression. Cindy was looking at her from the side, still wearing a look of disbelief on her face. "As you can see, I'm Cindy's twin sister. Older sister, actually. I was born ten minutes before she was. I've been the one operating the camera for Cindy. I made her promise not to tell anyone about me, because I didn't really want anything to do with this whole thing. I was already getting people on the street mistaking me for her. Mostly bad guys with bad manners.

"But, since Stevie is a good friend of mine, and I know how much he's been looking forward to going to the prom with Dana, and it looks like the only way for both things to happen is if I join my sister and her prince charming."

"That's very generous of you, Sara," said Dana, "but, do you really think you're . . . ready . . . for this kinda thing?"

"Yeah, Sara," said Cindy, "it's nice that you want to help, and all, and you were a real good sport to operate the video camera, but this is more than just taking pictures, y'know?"

"Dana," Sara responded with a deadpan expression. "Is the camera still on?"

"Yeah, I think so," Dana said, looking through the viewfinder, confirming that the red recording light was still on. She aimed the camera lens at Cindy's reserved, straight "A", sister. 

"Good. Watch this," she challenged, staring straight into the camera. A split second later, Sara suddenly turned to face her sister and, grabbing hold of her face with both hands, kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Oh shit!" Dana yelled from behind the camera. Cindy tried to break loose, but Sara was holding her sister's face tightly against her own. The kiss was so hot, so passionate, that before Cindy knew what she was doing, she was kissing her back. Dana zoomed the camera in for a tight shot as Sara brought her hand down to caress the side of Cindy's neck and shoulder. Cindy responded in kind, and ran her left hand around Sara's back, slowly moving it down towards her ass. But as soon as she reached it, Sara broke off the kiss and turned back to look at the camera. 

"We need a date for the prom. Won't you help us?" In the background, as Sara blew an air kiss to the camera, the camera captured Cindy leaning back on her hands, eyes clouded over, and visibly breathing hard, moments before the video image faded to black.

"Holy shit!" Dana yelled, putting the camera down by her side, still strapped to the palm of her hand. "Are you serious?" she asked, as Cindy wiped her bottom lip of their shared saliva. 

But without answering, Sara just looked between the two of them, then strolled out of the room. 

End of Part III.



The Prom Date Ch. 04



A Kellog Serial

"Holy shit!" Dana repeated, laughing hysterically. She dove onto the bed next to Cindy and nearly doubled over with laughter. "I don't fucking believe it!"

"Neither do I," Cindy said, still contemplatively wiping her sister's imaginary saliva from the corners of her mouth. "Post the new videos, then let yourself out, okay?" Cindy said abruptly, bolting out of the room.

She dashed down the hallway, towards her sister's room. She knocked on the door, and when there was no answer, she opened it slowly, peeking inside a darkened room. Sara was sitting on her bed, shades drawn, her back against the wall, with her legs drawn up under her chin.

"Are you okay?" Cindy asked, approaching the bed cautiously. She had never seen her sister like this before. "Sara, you okay?" she asked again. "You don't have to do this, y'know, we can always find the money some other place. Like hold a car wash, or have a benefit picnic, or something. You don't have to go with me, okay? We'll find the money."

"It's not that," Sara muttered.

"It has to be," Cindy objected. "I've never seen you act out like that. I'm the bad daughter, remember? You're the good girl."

"And what's it gotten me?" Sara complained. "All the good guys only want the bad girls!" 

It only took an instant for Sara's comment to register with Cindy. Then it suddenly became crystal clear. "Are you telling me that you're doing this because you have a thing for Steve?"

Sara was amazed at how quickly her sister had put it all together. "I don't have a 'thing' for him, I just, I know that Dana's your best friend and all, but I just, I just know that he and I would be a better match. But even then," she quickly added, "You know I wouldn't do anything to try and break them up. I just want him to be happy. That's why I couldn't let Dana volunteer to go with you. He really likes her, even if he doesn't know what's really good for him."

Cindy felt sorry for her sister. They had always been close, but recently, they had become increasingly jealous of each other. Cindy was jealous of Sara's wholesomeness, brains, and positive attention from their parents, and Sara had become jealous of Cindy's rebellious spirit, and of all the attention she got from the boys at school. And over time, they had slowly grown apart. This was the first time in a long time that Sara had opened up to her.

"Don't worry," Cindy said, sitting on the bed beside her sister. "He'll come around soon enough. He's just blinded by Dana's sexual aggressiveness. All boys are; they're just drawn to her because of it. Some girls, too," she admitted sheepishly, raising her eyebrows and holding out her palms to the side.

Sara chortled, laughing at her sister's joke which mercifully broke the heavy tension in the room. 

"So, do you think that by doing something wild like agreeing to go to the prom with me, Steve'll be attracted to you, instead of her?"

"No," Sara protested quickly. "Well, maybe, I don't know. I guess I just kind of wanted to see what it was like to be more like you, you know? Sometimes I take things a little too seriously, even when it doesn't really matter. And sometimes," she paused dramatically, "sometimes I try to be perfect because deep down I know that I can't be like you, even though sometimes I want to be."

"I felt the exact same way about you," Cindy confided.

"Thanks," Sara said, unsure if Cindy really meant it. After all, other than for her good grades, why would anyone want to be more like her?

"No, really. You might not believe me, but I've been a little resentful of all the attention you get from mom and dad, and from everyone at school. Whenever I got into trouble, everyone would ask me, 'why can't you be more like your sister? She studies hard, she gets good grades, she's going off to a good college.' And where does that leave me? Community college, probably. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll end up as a secretary in the city, and end up marrying someone more for his money than for love. But you get to choose who you want to be. Who wouldn't be jealous?"

Sara felt her belief system reaffirmed and immediately started to feel better. "Thanks," she said, meaning it this time. "But at least you get to choose who you marry. I can't even get a date without sticking my tongue down your throat." 

This time, it was Cindy's turn to guffaw. "Besides, I just wanted to help," she added, a grin creeping out at the edges of her mouth. "Since you obviously can't get a guy all by yourself."

"Oh! Is that right?!" Cindy objected loudly. She stood up and grabbed the pillow that she had been sitting on, and sent it flying straight into her sister's face. Sara shrieked playfully and grabbed the other end of the pillow, battling Cindy in a tug of war for control of the pillow. The battle quickly escalated into a brief slap and tickle fight, which soon sent Cindy running from the room.

"And stay out!" Sara yelled jokingly after her, holding her arms victoriously above her head.

As Cindy ran back inside her own room, she found Dana sitting on her bed, staring contemplatively at the carpet. 

"What's the matter with you?" Cindy asked.

"Your sister's pretty cool," Dana said quietly.

"What?" Cindy said absentmindedly, digging around under her bed for the box of sex toys that her admirers had sent to her.

"I overheard you and Sara talking." Cindy stopped what she was doing and pulled the box out and laid it on top of her bed sheet, staring blankly at her best friend. "I never knew she felt that way about Steve," Dana continued softly. "And even then, for her to volunteer to take my place with you so that Steve could take me to the prom. . . That's pretty amazing of her."

"You can't say anything!" Cindy admonished. "You weren't supposed to hear that! And if you say something, she's going to think I told you. You have to promise me that you won't say anything to her."

"Okay, I promise," Dana relinquished half-heartedly, still trying to figure out what her next move would be. "I won't say anything to her." -- But nobody said I can't tell Steve, she thought to herself.

"Thanks," Cindy said, relaxing her guard. 

"What are you doing?" Dana asked, watching as Cindy dug through the box and selected a few of the toys. 

Cindy giggled. "I'm gonna give a couple of these to Sara. After all, I figured that if she's going to run with me, she better learn to 'loosen up', if you know what I mean." She laughed again. This time, Dana joined her, stifling a chortle out of newfound respect for Sara's long held moral convictions. 

"Can I give them to her?" Dana asked, tentatively. Cindy looked at her reproachfully. "I won't say anything, I promise." 

"You promise?"

"I promise. I promise!" she repeated. "I won't say anything. I just want the chance to say, 'thank you'. After all," she added, already taking the toys out of Cindy's hands and leaning in for a kiss, "I know you can't resist me..." she taunted.

"Oh, is that so?" Cindy retorted, but it was too late. Dana was already on her way out the door, prancing down the hallway towards Sara's room.

Sara was startled upright in her bed as Dana came sauntering in. She had kicked off her jeans and had been playing with herself underneath her covers as soon as she was certain that Cindy wasn't going to come back. She had been fantasizing about Steve being the winning bidder, taking both sisters out to the prom. She hadn't figured on Dana still being inside the house.

"Dana!" she exclaimed, quickly eyeing the colorful objects in her hands. "What're you doing here?"

"Cindy asked me to bring these by for you on my way out." Dana moved over to the side of the bed and dropped her load of plastic toys next to Sara's hip. "She figured that you might want to . . . loosen up . . . if you're going to go through with it." She paused and ran her eyes over Sara's nervous figure. "But it looks like you've already started."

"What? No, I was just trying to take a nap," Sara protested vainly.

"Sara," Dana said calmly. "You don't have to be embarrassed around me. You already know that I'm not ashamed when it comes to exploring my sexuality. I think we're supposed to. This isn't the Middle Ages or the Middle East, where only men are allowed to be sexual beings, and women are simply supposed to submit, without enjoying it. 

"We all have choices. For instance, I think your decision to help your sister is one of the noblest things I've ever heard of. I know you two haven't been getting along the past few years, this year in particular. And I know what you think about your sister, and girls like me, who could . . . exercise a little more discretion. But you put your personal beliefs aside, and offered yourself to someone you don't even know, just so we could all have a nice prom, and particularly so that Steve and I could go together. That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, ever. I'll never forget that. 

"So you have nothing to be embarrassed about, ever. In front of me, or anyone else. You are the strongest person I know. You could tell me your deepest, darkest, secret, and I would never judge you. You deserve to be happy. You deserve earth shattering orgasms.

"This is the Twenty-First Century. Women can be anything they want to be, and do anything they want to do. Why should we deny our sexuality? We have the same urges as the boys do. We all want to love, and be loved."

As she spoke, Dana began to crawl onto the bed, slowly straddling Sara's legs. Sara pulled back nervously, but didn't tell Dana to stop. "We all want to be happy, and to be fulfilled. We all have the same desires," she whispered, leaning forward and brushing up against Sara's cheek before kissing her softly just in front of her earlobe. Sara inhaled Dana's sweet perfume and closed her eyes, losing herself in Dana's gentle words. 

"We all want to touch and to be touched by someone else." Sara's eyes opened nervously. She didn't know if she was ready for this. Kneeling above her, Dana grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing her firm, beautiful breasts. 

"Dana, I don't know if I . . ." she stammered.

"Shhh. . . don't worry," Dana cooed, leaning forward again, and whispering into Sara's ear. "I have my limits, too. But it's all part of the experience. Letting down your guard just enough to trust the person that you're with. But just so you know," she said, moving to look her square in the eyes, "I never let anyone do anything to me that I don't want them to do, and I never do anything to my partner that they don't want me to do." She closed her eyes and slowly moved in to kiss Sara on the lips. Her heart fluttered when Sara started kissing her back. 

Dana broke the kiss and gazed down at Sara, her eyes still closed and her wet lips parted in anticipation for their next breathless kiss. When it didn't come, Sara opened her eyes, and found Dana looking deeply into her eyes. 

"Sara," she whispered, "Before we go any further, I just want to assure you that whatever happens, it's strictly between us. There's no camera here. Your sister's in her room posting the new videos. She doesn't need to know about this, and the only way she'll find out about what happens, is if you tell her. You can be yourself with me, and I won't judge you, or think poorly of you. I just want to share this moment with you."

Dana leaned back in, pressing harder against Sara's mouth, and pushing her head back into her fluffy pillow. Sara responded by completely letting go of her inhibitions. She was moaning into Dana's open mouth, her slippery tongue sliding up against her lover's as they shared the most passionate kiss of her entire life. 

"Oh gawd, Dana, make love to me," Sara whispered, kissing her in earnest and running her hands across her bare back. Dana ignored her plea, continuing to kiss her from above. She was slowly driving Sara crazy, refusing to touch her, until Sara finally pushed back on Dana's shoulders, sending her falling backwards onto her ass. If she weren't so horny, Sara would've chuckled at the surprised look on Dana's face. Instead, she immediately began to pull her long legs out from underneath the bed coverings, revealing what Dana already knew, that she was already naked from the waist down. 

Sara quickly pulled off her t-shirt and moved forward, hovering over Dana. She grasped at the drawstring on Dana's shorts and began eagerly tugging them down Dana's long legs. She stopped with them halfway down Dana's thighs and grabbed onto Dana's tiny white panties, too eager to take them off piece-by-piece. Pulling them roughly down the rest of the way, Sara bent over and tried to pry Dana's legs apart, but Dana resisted.

Dana reproached her eager apprentice, shaking her head slowly from side to side, "No, baby, you first." Sara was delighted. She was anxious to be made love to. Smiling broadly, she reached behind her back and undid the strap of her small white bra, then flopped onto her back, spreading her legs apart for easy access.

Dana crawled between Sara's slender legs and began kissing the tops of her creamy thighs, starting at her knees and working her way up. Sara was sitting upright, eyes closed and giggling at how ticklish she was to Dana's soft kisses, leaving a trail of wet saliva all the way up her thigh from where the tip of her tongue had snuck out to taste her salty flesh. 

Dana had just begun to lick and suck Sara's hard nipples when Sara suddenly grabbed the back of Dana's hair and tilted her face roughly to the side. "Kiss me, then fuck me, already. I can't fucking stand it any longer."

They kissed hard. Dana couldn't believe how aggressive Cindy's sister was being. She made her way back down to Sara's gaping cunt and kissed her dewy lips. Then she had a sudden realization. "Didn't you make the same promise to your father that Cindy made?" she asked, looking up at Sara from between her thighs.

"Technically, no," Sara said, flashing her eyes wildly. "I'm the good one, remember? Daddy told both of us together, but he never made me promise. He probably didn't think it was necessary because I was hanging around with the nerds and geeks and they were all too scared to ask me out. So, I haven't really had a chance to lose my virginity. But now, here with you, he probably should have made me promise," she joked, reaching down and pulling Dana's face into her yearning pussy.

"Ohhh...gawwd..." she groaned. Her mouth fell open and her eyes closed as Dana's expert mouth and tongue made contact with her sensitive clit. Lying back, Sara extended her long legs on either side of the girl lying on her chest and attacking her cunt with her mouth. It felt sooo good. Sara had never had sex with a partner before, either. But it wasn't for lack of trying. Because she was so bookish, the boys in her circle of friends were largely unattractive, and the boys she lusted after were afraid of her intelligence. 

"Oh gawd, Dana, fuck me..." she rasped, loving the way the words sounded when they rolled off her tongue. With one hand firmly pressed against the back of Dana's head, Sara pawed at her breasts with the other, pulling on her hard nipples and twisting them between her forefingers. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned, "it feels so fucking good." Sara was amazed at how Dana seemed to know exactly how to work her pussy, alternating between using the flat part of her tongue to lick her swollen pussy lips, using the tip of her tongue to flick at her exposed sensitive clit, or stuffing as much of her tongue as she could into her tight pink twat. She could feel the different sensations that each taste bud had on the different parts of her pussy. She felt like her whole body was electrified.

Suddenly, Sara felt Dana pulling away. Confused, Sara opened her eyes and looked down between her legs to watch as Dana reached behind her head and pulled Sara's hand away. "What's wrong?" Sara asked.

Without bothering to answer, Dana took Sara's hand and slipped two fingers inside her mouth, sucking on them lovingly, and getting them good and wet. At first, Sara thought it was a little odd, but she soon began to enjoy it, as Dana's expert tongue slid around and between her two fingers. It was quite erotic.

But it wasn't until Dana removed Sara's fingers and put them on her own pussy that Sara finally got the idea of what Dana had in mind. She wanted Sara to masturbate for her. At first, Sara was embarrassed by the idea of being public with such a private act, only tentatively stroking her clit. Barely hiding her disappointment, Dana bent down and resumed licking Sara's pretty pussy. It wasn't long until Sara got back into the mood, and Dana was expertly measuring her next move by how wantonly Sara was stroking her clit. 

When Dana finally felt that Sara was sufficiently excited, she grabbed hold of Sara's tiny wrist and slipped her fingers back into her mouth. "Part your lips for me," she whispered, taking Sara's fingers out of her mouth and positioning them over Sara's tiny pussy. Sara did as she was told, and Dana smiled as she got a good look inside Sara's pink pussy. "It's so pretty," she said, running her tongue up against and between Sara's tight virgin walls. 

As she did, Sara switched fingers, holding herself open with her index and ring fingers, freeing her middle digit to diddle her clit. Dana withdrew her tongue and then started using it to attack the underside of Sara's clit, while her middle finger attacked it from above. Sara threw her head back and her chest out at the intensely erotic sensation.

When she couldn't handle it anymore, Sara raised her finger off her clit and Dana instantly pounced on it, slipping it into her mouth and sucking on it as though it were a small, skinny cock. This time, it was Sara who removed her finger from Dana's loving mouth, then curved it over her twat, straightening it so it slipped between her cunt lips and down her rabbit hole.

Dana instantly snaked out her tongue and began licking at the juncture where Sara's finger disappeared into her tight snatch. The eroticism of being able to pleasure herself in the company of another girl, without being judged, without any guilt, was liberating. She began to understand that sex wasn't "dirty" or "shameful". It wasn't all about the selfish pursuit for pleasure. It was about pleasure, for certain, but it was more than that. It was about sharing pleasure with another person, or even just with herself. It was an expression of love for the other person, for herself, or for pleasure itself. It was a celebration of life, of love, of her blossoming womanhood.

Suddenly, Sara needed to cum. She brushed Dana's tongue aside with her ring finger and shoved it inside her pussy alongside the other. Dana watched, smiling, as Sara drove her fingers wildly deeper and deeper inside her cunt. Then she stood up and after briefly sucking on a nipple, moved up to kiss Sara passionately as she worked herself towards her first orgasm.

But before she did, Dana moved her hand down Sara's body and up underneath her palm, expertly replacing Sara's fingers with her own without missing a beat. Now, Dana was lying beside Sara, stroking her fingers in-and-out of her soaking pussy while she alternated between kissing Sara on the mouth and on her cheek and ear, depending on how Sara was reacting. The idea of having Dana's beautifully manicured long fingers inside her wet pussy was almost as exhilarating as the direct stimulation on her pussy and clit. 

"Oh gawd, oh gawd," Sara called out, moving her hips rhythmically against Dana's fingers. She was losing it. 

Dana shoved three fingers deep inside Sara's pussy, curling them upwards towards Dana's stomach, and moving them only millimeters back-and-forth, focusing instead on stimulating Sara's g-spot with her fingertips and her clit with her palm. "Cum for me, Sara. Cum on my fucking hand and fingers."




The Prom Date Ch. 04



And then she did. Sara's body grew stiff and rigid, involuntarily raising her hips off of the bed which had the unintended effect of driving Dana's fingers even deeper inside her channel. Her cunt muscles tightened and she came hard, exploding around Dana's fine fingers. She dropped to the bed, bucking against Dana's fingers as her stomach muscles contracted with each violent aftershock. She reached down and pushed Dana's hand aside, trying to wind down from such a strong orgasm.

"Oh gawd, Dana, that was fucking fantastic," she muttered breathlessly, turning her face towards Dana's and engaging her in a light appreciative kiss. 

Over time, the kiss became more and more urgent as they fell into each other, neither wanting to pull away. Sara rolled over on top of Dana, kissing her way down her sister's best friend's firm body. She marveled at how full her breasts felt in her hands and mouth. She jealously noted how taught her abs were, as she kissed and licked her way past. As she approached the promised land, she could smell Dana's arousal. She could hardly contain her enthusiasm. For a long time now, she had been curious about making love to Dana. 

It had started with her fantasies about walking in on Steven and Dana while they made love, then being invited to join them. Soon, she began to wonder what Dana had that she didn't; why Dana could attract him, while she could not. Then, over time, her fantasies began to involve Dana more and more. First, as a way to interest Steve, walking up to Dana at a party and kissing her wetly on the mouth without any warning. But recently, her fantasies didn't even involve Steve. 

Then, ever since Cindy had begun making the videos, Sara had been rubbing her pussy in the morning, at night, and in the shower, to the idea of walking in on Cindy and Dana while they ate each others' pussies. After all, they were both in the "A" group at school, they were both cheerleaders, and they were best friends. Now that Sara had seen how sexual her sister was, almost equalling Dana's overt sexuality, it was only natural that she would fantasize about those two ending up in bed together, wasn't it?

Sara felt guilty about having fantasies involving her sister, but she pacified her guilt by telling herself that every twin has probably thought about doing a threesome with their sibling at one time or another. But Sara couldn't help but wonder if everyone else also fantasized about going down on their sibling as well. It's probably just the videos, she told herself. If Cindy hadn't been making me videotape her escapades, I wouldn't be having these thoughts. 

Of course, no one "made" her take on the role as unofficial videographer. Sara had merely walked in on her sister trying to film herself masturbating in the shower, and had volunteered to help out. But even as she did, she had to struggle not to reach down into her panties and bring herself to orgasm.

Sara made Cindy promise not to tell anyone who was taking the videos, in order to protect her stellar reputation. Most thought it was Dana. But Sara knew that there would be little doubt who was taking the videos when the latest postings of Cindy and Dana making love together hit the web. Who else could it be?

Sara had thought about putting the video camera down and joining Cindy and Dana on the bed, but she had resisted, trying to come up with the right spin in her mind. How do I join in without ruining my reputation? Then, when the opportunity finally presented itself, she leapt at the chance.

But right now, Dana's wet, naked, pussy was staring her in the face. She moved her head lower, allowing it to be cradled between Dana's muscular thighs, and took her first taste of another girl's pussy. Instead of kissing and licking her fleshy quim tentatively, Sara closed her eyes and made love to it with her mouth and tongue, just as she had imagined so many times before. Even Dana could tell that this wasn't any ordinary cunnilingus. This was different. The touch of Sara's gentle tongue and tender lips on her suddenly aching pussy was something she had never experienced before in all of her countless encounters. 

Sara was slow and methodical, trapping her clit in-between her thin lips and darting her tongue in and out of her pussy. She had never been made love to like this before! After only a few short minutes, Dana was begging to cum. She tried to keep her ass planted on the bed, afraid of seeming to aggressive and scaring Sara off, but Sara's mouth had her cunt churning out more fluid than she thought was even possible. 

Dana was lying on her back, legs spread wide, her whole body quivering with each pass of Sara's tongue. Normally, she wouldn't have thought twice about taking the role of the aggressor and quickly moving to her orgasm, but Sara's tongue was like a magic wand, rendering her helpless. 

When Sara finally slipped her finger inside Dana's tight pussy, Dana thought she would explode. It was like the final orgasmic movement of "Bolero", when the key changed and the music swelled dramatically. Dana's pussy clamped down around Sara's fingers as Sara continued licking and sucking on her swollen clit. Dana's mouth gaped open silently, her stomach muscles contracting so hard that it forced all the air out of her lungs.

"OH MY GAWD, SARA!" Dana wheezed, barely audible above the sucking and slurping sounds of Sara's mouth and fingers working away mercilessly at Dana's spasming pussy. Taking her cue, Sara redoubled her efforts and swiped her tongue over Dana's clit almost as fast as her fingers were sawing in and out of her pussy. "OH MY GAWWWWD!" she squealed, her toes pointed so sharply that they could have popped a balloon. 

Dana climaxed soon thereafter and came harder than she had ever cum before. Her hands clawed at the bed sheets as her cunt muscles contracted together hard enough to break any cock in two. After what seemed like an entire minute, her cunt muscles loosened their grip, and her fresh fluid poured out of her. 

Sara knew enough not to harsh on Dana's post-orgasmic high by getting anywhere near her spasming pussy, and instead, raised up on all fours and crawled up over her sweaty lover, purposely dragging her tits over her body, so that Dana could tell how excited she was by how rock hard her nipples were.

They kissed passionately, long and hard. So hard that Sara found herself struggling for breath before she remembered that she could breath through her nose. 

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" Dana asked between sweaty kisses.

"A little," Sara confessed.

Dana gushed inside. "Well, if that's the case, I'd better get busy," she purred, "I'd hate to disappoint you," she said, kicking her leg up and rolling Sara onto her back. 

"Oh!...look at these breasts!" Dana complimented, running her hands over Sara's smaller breasts, pulling on her hard pink nipples. "They're so perfect!" Dana leaned over to take them between her lips. "And you're so cute!" she continued, maneuvering her way down Sara's body, finally perching between her spread legs. "But you're beautiful when you cum," she said in a serious tone, inching forward to plant a kiss on Sara's damp lips without taking her gaze from Dana's soft blue eyes. 

Sara inhaled deeply as the tip of Dana's tongue gently probed just inside her pink threshold. Losing the battle to keep her eyes open, Sara's eyes closed as her head flew back onto the bed. Dana's tongue felt so good on her shaved pussy, and when Dana closed her lips around Sara's sensitive clit, Sara moaned out loud, reaching down and cradling her head tight against her crotch. She loved the feel of Dana's head in her hands, her dirty brown hair tangled up in between her fingers.

"Oh, yeah, baby, lick my pussy..." Sara encouraged, releasing Dana's head and spreading her legs wider as she settled down into the bed, pressing her crotch up against Dana's mouth. Dana closed her mouth around Sara's wet pussy, sucking out her sweet hole as she dug her slippery tongue between the fleshy folds.

"Ah, fuck!" she cried, pawing at her own breasts, twisting her nipples. After a few more minutes of this, Sara's pussy was quivering, and she had another orgasm. Dana withdrew her mouth and sucked two fingers into her mouth, readying them with her saliva, as she gazed up at her newest lover. Sara sat up, trying to catch her breath.

"Did you like that?" Dana asked, strumming Sara's clit with her thumb as she positioned her two wet fingers at the precipice of Sara's pink hole. 

"Uh hunh," Sara gasped, breathing heavily. She held her breath as Dana's fingers pushed inside her all the way to the second joint. 

"Did you like cumming in my mouth?" Dana asked throatily, as she dug her fingers in and out of Sara's tight pussy. 

"Oh gawd...yes," she whimpered, her body hunched forward as she gripped onto the side of the bed. "How do I taste?" she asked breathlessly, "Do I taste like my sister?"

With those words, Dana suddenly became aware that she had just had sapphic sex with twin sisters, one after the other, in the span of a couple of hours. She had sometimes fantasized about having sex with twins, but she never thought that they would both be girls! 

"See for yourself," Dana whispered, leaning forward and kissing Sara on her mouth. Their wet tongues slid up against each other's, but as they kissed, Dana got the distinct impression that Sara was indeed, searching to see if there was any trace of her sister's pussy left on her lips and tongue.

Taken aback, Dana pulled back from the kiss and bent back down, licking Sara's clit as her two fingers kept up a steady rhythm pushing in and out of her best friend's sister's pussy. Sara spread her legs again and leaned back, supporting herself by her arms stretched out behind her. "Yeah, baby, lick my clit . . . " she purred.

Dana turned her hand over, palm down, and slowly added another finger inside Sara's dripping box, seeing if she could take it. Sara's eyes closed tight and her jaw dropped open, but she didn't complain, as Dana sank her fingers in well-above her second joint. She leaned back in and tongue lashed Sara's clit, gently sliding her fingers in-and-out, but never shallower than the middle joint. 

"Ohmygawd!" Sara gasped, throwing herself back onto the bed, clutching her breasts as her head thrashed from side to side. "You're gonna make me cum again!" 

"...and again, and again, and again," Dana said, completing her sentence. Dana slipped her fingers sideways, so that they were stacked perpendicularly inside Sara's tight twat. Stroking her lover a few times, Dana paused and positioned her pinkie finger at the bottom of the stack. She was really pushing the limit now. She wanted to see just how far she could push the "innocent" sister. Sara knew what was coming next, she had never had three, much less four fingers inside her at the same time. But before she could protest, Dana's fingertips bunched together and pushed inside. 

"Ah!" she whimpered meekly in resigned protest. Even she was curious to see how much she could take inside her pussy. She figured she could always stop Dana if it became too painful. Hearing no objection, Dana pressed onward, until her fingers were sunk in just before her second joint. Spreading her fingers apart so that they stacked in a row, Dana leaned forward and tickled Sara's clit with the tip of her tongue, distracting her. At the contact, Sara's cunt clamped down around Dana's fingers, her longs legs were stretched straight out into the air. "Ah! Ah!" she repeated, as Dana's tongue busily worked her clit and her fingers began to slowly saw in and out of her box, capturing more ground with every stroke. 

Soon, all four fingers were wedged tightly in Sara's shaved pussy, all the way in to her knuckles. "Ohmygawd, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Sara chanted, dropping her legs back onto the bed and preparing for the onslaught. 

Dana reached over her arm and grabbed hold of a pink vibrating dildo. Twisting the base so that it buzzed happily to life, Dana prepared to press it against Sara's fully exposed clit, but Sara soon interrupted.

"Wait, wait," she panted, "put it in my mouth!" Dana complied, twisting the base again and turning it off, so that it didn't chip one of Sara's teeth. Sara sucked hungrily on the fake cock, taking it deep between her ovaled lips, getting it wet and coating it with her saliva, all the while grinding her hips down against Dana's firmly wedged hand. 

Dana withdrew the dildo from Sara's mouth and twisted it back on again, pressing the vibrating shaft of the toy to her tiny pink button. Sara jumped and squirmed, her hips rising in vain off the bed, before crashing back down. It felt like her whole body was being electrified. Her pussy clenched tightly around Dana's four fingers, bucking hard against Dana's thumb. Dana knew that if she curved her thumb inward, Sara would probably have taken it, too, most likely without even realizing it, either. But before she could give it a second thought, Sara yelled out at the top of her voice.

"I'M CUMMING!" 

This was something that didn't need announcing. Sara's cunt muscles were already spasming hard against Dana's fingers, as though trying to milk them. Dana couldn't have removed her hand if she wanted to. 

The urgent sound of Sara's yell sent Cindy running to her sister's bedroom. Peeking into the darkening room as dusk approached, Cindy was astonished to see her best friend's hand wedged so deeply inside her twin sister's pussy. She's never done that with me! Cindy thought jealously, even though she knew she would have been too scared to let it happen.

Seeing her sister standing in the doorway watching her get off on Dana's petite hand sent Sara off again. Her mouth gaped open silently as her pussy began to spasm and start against Dana's fingers. Clutching her breasts, she stared at her sister watching her best friend give her the most intense orgasm of her young life. 

When her orgasm finally began to subside, Sara pulled Dana up by her head and began kissing her passionately, all without taking her eyes off of her sister, still standing silently in the doorway. Dana withdrew her dripping wet fingers from Sara's wrecked pussy, holding them off to the side. In the aftermath of their love making, it seemed just a little bit 'gross' to have her hand so wet with someone else's cooze.

Knowing that her sister was still watching, Sara took Dana's hand by the wrist and brought it up between their faces. Making a grand show of slowly running her tongue up the backside of Dana's hand, licking off her own juices. Dana unwittingly followed suit, taking her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean of Sara's sticky nectar.

"You guys had better keep it down," Cindy interrupted jealously. "Mom's gonna be home soon."

Dana's head spun around. Since her back was to the door, she hadn't known that Cindy had been watching them. She felt guilty about betraying her best friend by making love to her sister, right after she had convinced Cindy to let her make love to her by professing their deep seated love for one another.

Cindy turned on her heels and walked out, closing the bedroom door behind her. Dazed and somewhat confused, she walked back to her own bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes. Even after everything that she had done the past few weeks, this time, she really felt like she needed a long, hot shower. 

"Oh, baby, you can eat my pussy anytime!" Sara joked, back in the bedroom. "Anytime, anywhere! Just tap me on the shoulder and whisper in my ear, and I'll drop my panties and spread my legs for you! That was fucking incredible!" 

But Dana didn't share Sara's enthusiasm. "What was this, some kind of fucking joke?!" she demanded, jumping to her feet. 

"What?! No, Dana, what's wrong...?" Sara pleaded, her mood instantly changing, but still one step behind.

"You saw your sister watching us! Why didn't you tell me?! Was this some kind of sick, fucking joke?! Were you just trying to use me to make your sister jealous?!"

"No!" Sara protested. "No! It's not like that at all!" She leaped forward onto her knees, still on the bed, with Dana standing immediately in front of her in an aggressive, accusing posture.

"Then what was that?! What's going on?!" Dana demanded. "You know how shy your sister is about having sex with other people. You know how close we are, and how she just had her first sexual experience with me! Why were you trying to ruin that for her?!"

"No! I wasn't!" Sara objected loudly. This time, she was so emphatic that it finally shut Dana up. 

"I wasn't trying to ruin it for Cindy! In fact, you were my first lover as well!" 

Dana was shocked and confused all over again. "But you said..."

"When I said my dad didn't make me promise, that didn't mean that I had had sex with a partner before. You know me. I'm not like Cindy. I haven't even had my first date!

"You were my first, too," she continued, softly. 

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry!" Dana gushed, hugging her tightly. "I didn't know!" She planted a series of quick make-the-boo-boo-go-away kisses on her cheek, forehead, and mouth. "I saw you staring at her over my shoulder and I didn't know what to think...! I thought you were trying to make her jealous or something!"

"No, not jealous," Sara said meekly, revealing herself a little too much.

Dana's mind whirred, processing Sara's cryptic confession. Why was she making such a big show? Why was she staring at Cindy? An instant later, she nailed it. Oh shit! She was trying to seduce her! She was trying to get Cindy to join us! When she asked about how her sister tasted, and when she was kissing me, she was trying to . . .!

Sara saw in Dana's eyes that she had figured it out. She was embarrassed and ashamed, and she wouldn't have revealed her deepest, darkest secret, except that it was more important for her to let Dana know that she wasn't the horrible person that she thought she was. She started to cry.

"Oh, Sara! Sara! It's okay. It's alright. I think I understand. It's okay. I'm sorry for what I said. It's all my fault. I was wrong, I shouldn't have said it!" Dana was kissing away Sara's salty tears, holding her tightly. 

"It's okay," Sara sniffed, after a few minutes, slowly getting control of herself. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known. I shouldn't have...." her voice trailed off. "I shouldn't even be thinking abou..."

"Shh...don't worry," Dana reassured her. "It's okay. It's only natural. Your sister is just that kind of person. Trust me. Nobody knows more about that than me. I've been trying to get inside her pants since freshman year!" 

Sara and Dana shared a gentle laugh and hug, and then a reassuring kiss, followed by a longer, loving, open-mouthed kiss. Then another reassuring embrace. 

"Besides, I'm the one who should be upset. What am I, chopped liver?" Dana joked as they broke their embrace. Sara laughed, and let go of her hands. 

"I'm gonna go check on Cindy. You okay?" Dana asked a final time. 

"Yeah, I'm okay," Sara reassured her. "Thanks."

"My pleasure," Dana said, turning and moving to the door.

"No, I think it was mine," Sara joked, falling backwards onto her bed, still completely naked, arms spread to the side. She was emotionally and physically exhausted.

Dana had opened the door and stood there silhouetted by the hall light, beaming over her shoulder at Sara. "Did you mean what you said about dropping your panties for me, anytime, anywhere?"

"Yeah..." Sara answered cautiously, only half-joking.

"Good," Dana said proudly, turning on her heel and marching down the hallway completely naked in someone else's house, closing the door behind her. That girl seriously needs to get laid, she thought to herself, reflecting on Sara's feelings for her boyfriend, Steve, Sara's secret lust for her sister, and now, Sara's newfound passion for her, as well.




The Prom Date Ch. 04



Dana poked her head into Cindy's room, only to find it empty. Hearing the sound of the shower running, she walked through Cindy's bedroom over to her bathroom. The door was shut. She gently tried the door handle. It was unlocked. That's a good sign. Dana knocked easily on the door. "Cindy, may I come in?"

"What are you, back for more? Haven't you had enough?" Cindy called out angrily.

"It's not like that, Cindy, and I think you know it. I came to apologize."

"Apologize?! For what, for doing me or for doing my sister?! Or for doing us both?!"

"C'mon, Cindy. It's not like that. Let me in."

There was a long silence. "Door's open," Cindy said finally.

"Thank you, I'm coming in," Dana said, slipping inside the muggy, steam-filled bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. "Cindy," Dana said through the glass shower door, "I'm very sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, so you accidentally tripped, fell out of your clothes, and shoved your fingers up my sister's vagina?" Cindy accused.

"No, it wasn't like that." She paused, then added, "Can I come in the shower with you?"

"What?! You want to take a shower? Well, I guess so, you have been busy this afternoon. Why not?!" she called out sarcastically.

"Cindy, I can't apologize to you like this. I'm coming in, if that's okay." She waited a little while, so Cindy could think it over some, and then, when there was no objection, Dana opened the shower door and stepped inside. A heavy wall of steam hit her in the face and she accidentally walked straight into Cindy.

"Hey! Watch it!" Cindy scolded.

"Sorry." 

"Here's the soap, and don't hog the shower. I'm almost done anyway."

Cindy and Dana had taken many showers together after practice, and even though they had just been intimate with each other, they found themselves awkwardly bumping into each other, and trying to stay out of each other's way.

"Cindy, I want to apologize," Dana said finally. "I'm not sorry that we finally made love. It was bound to happen. We've been through so much together. You're my very best friend. Nobody understands me like you do, and nobody understands you better than I do. I love you, Cindy. I really do. And I could tell by the way you made love to me, that you love me, too. But I do owe you an apology and an explanation." She paused and took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts.

"Cindy, when we made love, it was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. I've had a lot of sex before, but I've never been made love to, like the way you made love to me. And I've never made love to anyone like I made love to you. Not even with Steve.

"I've never had any feelings toward Sara. When we were making love and your sister came in, I was a little upset. I didn't want her to interrupt us, just so she could get it on videotape. I didn't even want it videotaped. It was too intimate to share with a bunch of nameless guys over the Internet.

"But when she volunteered to take my place with you at the prom so that I could go with Steve, even though she secretly liked him, I thought that was pretty noble of her. When I went over to thank her -- and no, I didn't let on that I had heard her talking with you about her feelings for Steve -- I caught her in bed 'loosening up', as you put it.

"At first, I felt sorry for her, all alone in her room, while we had just shared something so amazing together. And then I couldn't help thinking about how lonely she must be, thinking about Steve all the time without any real hope that he would ever come around to her. And all the while, I was the person she probably hated the most, standing in the way of her and Steve getting together. And still, she volunteered to go with you to the prom, even though she was probably blowing her best chance at going to the prom with Steve.

"All those emotions, being on cloud 9 after having been made love to so completely by you, feeling guilty about being so happy with you while still having Steve, feeling sorry about making Sara feel so alone and miserable for so long even though it wasn't really my fault, feeling so drawn to Sara for being so selfless, everything, just got all twisted up inside me, and when I saw her there, alone in bed, I knew I just had to try and make her feel loved. That she wasn't alone. That she was a really good person inside who deserved to love and be loved. She didn't have to settle for getting herself off under the covers, y'know?"

Cindy was dead quiet. She never knew that Dana's feelings could run so deep. She was always just the "party girl". They had shared a lot of their problems and feelings over the years, but nothing like this. 

Dana took hold of Cindy's hands before continuing. "I didn't make love to your sister to hurt you, nor did she make love to me to hurt you, either. But I have to admit, when I seduced her, I wasn't thinking about how it would make you feel. I'm sorry."

In one fell swoop, Cindy dropped Dana's hands and wrapped her up in her arms, kissing her even more passionately than before. All was forgiven; or more accurately, there was nothing to forgive. Dana hadn't done anything wrong, after all. She was a good person, just like Cindy knew she was. 

Laughing and giggling, they threw themselves up against each other, taking turns soaping each other up and enjoying the playful eroticism of sliding their lithe slippery bodies up against each other in the stream of steaming water. Having just fucked the twins in separate sessions, Dana was admittedly little tired, and if pressed, she would have said that she would have preferred to call it a night, but she knew that Cindy's ego was probably still too fragile to handle a rejection, and besides, she confessed as Cindy pressed up against her in the narrow shower stall, she is such a good kisser!

Now that they were both completely clean, Cindy and Dana tumbled out of the glass shower and back into bed without even bothering to dry themselves off. They were both too eager for their first "make up" sex, if that was even possible between two girls who had only just found each other hours before.

This time, Cindy was the aggressor, pushing Dana onto her back and laying on top of her, kissing her passionately before moving down to attack her open pussy with her mouth and tongue. Pushing Dana's thighs apart with her hands, Cindy savagely attacked her best friend's cunt hole and clit. Soon, Dana was moaning and thrashing about on the bed, still enraptured by the knowledge that it was her very best friend in the world between her legs and eating out her pussy. 

Just as Dana was about to cum, Cindy pulled back and grabbed hold of a thick, red, double-headed jelly cock. It must have been at least a foot and a half long and an inch-and-a-half in diameter. Dana looked down at Cindy between her legs pensively. She had never had anything that big inside her before. Sensing her trepidation, Cindy smiled up at her, and began crawling up over her body, flopping over onto her side after she reached her lips. 

Turning over onto her back, Cindy signaled to Dana that she wanted her to use the double-headed dildo on her, first. Oh shit! Dana's mind screamed, as she moved down into position, These girls are pretty fucking wild! remembering how Cindy's sister had nearly taken her whole hand inside her pussy.

"Are you sure?" Dana asked. "You wouldn't let me touch you before...."

"I'm sure," Cindy purred. "I thought about it. You're right. It's not that much different than when I did it to myself. It's not a real cock, and that's all I really promised."

Dana smiled, then bent her head between Cindy's long legs, lovingly licking and sucking on Cindy's shaved pussy lips, spreading them apart with her fingers so she could attack her tiny clit. "Oh gawwwd," Cindy moaned, thoroughly enjoying her first time with someone else's mouth on her pussy. "It feels so fucking good!" she rasped, heaving her small chest into the air. After a series of small orgasms, Cindy began to get serious. "Fuck me, Dana." 

Dana obliged and withdrew her mouth and tongue from Cindy's clit, replacing it with two spit-slickened fingers. They slipped inside easily and after a few pumps, Dana parted her fingers while they were still inside Cindy's pussy, exposing her deep, pink insides for closer inspection. 

"Come here," Cindy rasped, motioning for Dana to lie on top of her in a "69" position. "I want to eat your pussy." Dana obliged her lover's request, and once in place, continued her attack on Cindy's clit, which was more focused since it was in the perfect position to get chewed on.

"Oh, gawd," Cindy groaned. She was still getting used to the fact of having sex with a partner, and so far, having Dana's active mouth and tongue on her clit was the best thing her cherry pie had ever experienced. But still, she was eager to push the edges of the envelope. "Oh gawd, Dana, Fuck me," she rasped. "Please, stick it inside me."

Dana willingly complied, ovalling her lips and lubricating one head of the red dildo with her saliva. Positioning it at the opening of Cindy's tight little hole, Dana slowly pushed it inside. "OH-H-H..." Cindy gasped, struggling for air and trying vainly to loosen her walls by raising her ass off the bed and spreading her thighs wider. But even as Dana struggled to squeeze it inside her, Cindy reached down and lent a hand to the effort, easing the thick red cock further down her tunnel.

"Ohh..fuck!" she gasped, falling back onto the bed when she finally believed that she couldn't handle any more inside her. Cindy had never felt anything like it before. She had never been so full. Even Dana looked down with amazement at the thick red monster emerging menacingly from Cindy's pussy. How does she do it? Dana wondered, That has to be uncomfortable. Even that handsome black wide receiver on their cross-town rival's football team that she routinely fucked each time after their teams played each other -- as large as he was -- wasn't as big as this red plastic dildo. She smiled, remembering their last encounter behind the gym when DeShawn had brought a friend.

Cindy slowly pulled the fake cock out of her tight pussy, relishing in the strong suction created in the wake of the thick red monster, and taking pleasure at the way the smooth shaft rubbed up against her cunt walls. Maybe it feels good, Dana thought to herself as Cindy's hand reversed direction, sliding it forward again. 

"Ohhh..." Cindy moaned, quivering and spreading out onto her back as Dana took over. She exhaled deeply and gripped her breasts tightly as Dana eased the large toy in and out of her willing pussy. "Is this what it feels like?" Cindy rasped, her eyes closed and legs spread wide, fantasizing about finally being made love to by a real cock after the prom.

But Dana couldn't answer her. She was too busy pressing her face between Cindy's thighs. She snaked out her tongue and began flicking it against Cindy's clit, causing her hips to buck at first contact. Dana smiled. She loved it when her partners reacted strongly. 

Momentarily withdrawing her tongue back into her mouth to moisten it, Dana felt Cindy's hand on the back of her head, pushing her face deeper between her legs. Dana caught Cindy's clit between her soft lips and gently bit down. Holding it between her lips, Dana pressed the tip of her tongue up against Cindy's sensitive button, and at the same time pumped her tight little twat with the thick dildo.

Cindy reacted immediately. Unable to raise her hips off the bed because Dana was still laying on top of her, Cindy's left leg swiped back and forth furiously as she twisted and turned beneath Dana's naked body. But Dana held on, her lips clamped down on Cindy's clit, even as Cindy rolled them both over onto their sides. Cindy tried to get revenge and dove between Dana's legs, but soon had to break away. The sensations were too intense. She was on the verge of another orgasm and Dana knew it. In her mind, Dana vowed not to give in until Cindy came.

She didn't have to wait long. In a matter of moments, Cindy became silent and her body grew rigid. Her mouth gaped open, gasping for air, as her body spasmed and jerked on Dana's mouth, nearly breaking her tooth.

"Aiieee!" she screamed, physically manhandling Dana away from her quivering pussy as her intense orgasm continued on for what seemed like forever. Every time she thought it was over, she moved to close her legs, only to tighten her cunt around the thick cock still wedged tightly within. The slightest friction against her walls threatened to set her off again. She reached down and tried to slowly remove the rubber cock, but with every movement, it became more and more difficult. She just didn't have the strength, collapsing back onto the bed, her chest heaving up and down like 50 foot ocean swells.

"Oh, fuck!" she panted, "I just came!" she announced proudly.

"No kidding?" Dana joked sarcastically, sitting up then crawling over to kiss Cindy passionately on the lips. Damn! Can this girl kiss! they each thought simultaneously. When Dana finally pulled away, a thin strand of their shared saliva pulled briefly between their moist lips. Their shared kiss revved Dana up again, and she leaned back in and kissed Cindy, capturing the left over moisture in her mouth. 

"Is that what it's like?" Cindy asked again lightheartedly, unaware that their tryst was far from over. 

"Is what like that?" Dana asked, moving down to lightly kiss and suckle Cindy's tender pink nipples. 

"Mmm..I like that," Cindy purred, her left hand reaching up to lovingly caress the back of Dana's head. She loved running her fingers through her best friend's long straight hair. "I love how you make me feel."

"Nobody does it better, sweetie," she said, between soft kisses, running her hands up to caress her smooth skin.

"I don't know. I guess I'll just have to take your word for it. I've never had anyone else to compare you to," Cindy joked. 

Cindy squealed out loud as Dana bit down playfully on her right nipple. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Dana released Cindy's tit and kissed it softly again, smoothing away the sting. Cindy's hand returned to the back of Dana's head, and as she did so, Dana let her own hand move down towards Cindy's pussy. 

"Is this what sex is like, with a boy?" Cindy persisted, reminded of her train of thought as Dana began to slowly stroke her with the rubber dildo again. 

"I don't know," Dana purred, releasing her hold on the cock and coming back up to kiss Cindy. "I haven't tried it out, yet." With those words, Dana reached down between her legs and grabbed hold of the other end of the jelly cock, positioning it at her own opening.

It didn't take Cindy long to realize that their lovemaking wasn't over. As Dana eased herself onto the free end of the double-headed dildo, the other end was pushed down into her cunt. "Ohh..gawwwd," she grunted.

When the thick cockhead had finally wedged in tightly, it held firm, now pressing upwards into Dana's pussy, spreading her apart. Fuck, it's big! she thought, forcing herself onto the jelly cock and plunging it ever deeper inside Cindy. 

Finally, their hot pockets were completely filled and Dana leaned forward, engaging Cindy in a long, sexy kiss as their cunt muscles loosened around the red translucent invader. It felt wonderful to be connected to each other in this way. Whenever one girl moved, they both felt it intensely. 

"Oh gawd," Cindy rasped, "it feels like you're inside me."

Lightly holding onto Cindy's cheeks, Dana kissed her again, letting her go as she moved back, planting both hands above Cindy's sensual shoulders. Then, staring into her deep blue eyes, Dana slowly began to move her hips, thrusting both heads of the conjoined cock into both of their pussies. Cindy measured the pace, and then joined in, pushing back against Dana on each downward thrust. Their mouths gaped open silently as they continued to gaze into each other's eyes. It felt so good. So right. This was somehow even more intimate than before. They were finally making love to each other, the way lovers should. Staring into each other's eyes, giving and receiving pleasure at the same time.

Looking up at her best friend as she felt her thick cock moving in and out of her tight pussy, Cindy silently doubted whether it could ever get any better than this. And by the expression on her lover's face, she knew that Dana was thinking the same thing. Cindy raised her head and Dana accepted the invitation, leaning in to share a long, slow, sensual kiss.

When they finally parted again, Cindy noticed that Dana's brown eyes were especially shiny. She was tearing up and Cindy's insides melted, drawn even further into the deeply emotional moment. As they continued to grind against each other, it wasn't long until big salty tears were running down Dana's cheeks and splashing onto Cindy's chest.

Cindy's eyes had begun to water, as well, but she was able to retain her composure by vowing to make Dana cum. She knew it was going to be beautiful. Cindy slowly began to up the pace, and Dana responded instantly. Leaning back on her haunches and gripping her firm breasts, Dana's eyes closed as her head tilted up towards the bedroom ceiling, exposing her long, sexy neck. 

Reaching down to grab the insides of Dana's bent knees, Cindy held Dana in place as she raised her hips off the bed, fucking Dana deeply with each long stroke. Dana leaned back even further, each rib just barely visible as her chest heaved in and out.  

"Oh gawd!" she whimpered, reaching her hands down to grab hold of Cindy's, their fingers intertwined tightly. "I'm cumming!" And there was no doubt that she was. Cindy gave her a few final strokes, each of them staring between their bodies and drinking in the sight of their shared cock sliding in and out of each other's pussy.

An instant later, Dana gripped Cindy's hands as her tight pussy exploded around the thick red dildo. Cindy was right. She looked amazing as she came both physically and emotionally, for perhaps the first time.

When she was finished, Dana let go of Cindy's hands and collapsed onto her chest, breathing heavily. Cindy kissed her salty, sweaty forehead lovingly. Dana knew that Cindy had not cum yet, but she was completely spent, too tired to move. 

They lay there for a while, silent and completely motionless, except for the rising and falling of their chests from their labored breathing. 

"I love you, Dana," Cindy whispered, kissing her forehead again and stroking her long dark hair with her hand. "I really do."

Emboldened, Dana mustered enough strength to inch up and look Cindy in the eyes. "I love you more. You're so beautiful," she said, as they fell into a passionate embrace and open-mouthed kiss.

Eager for more action, and knowing that Dana was still out of commission for a little while, Cindy rolled Dana over onto her back, the double-headed cock still buried deeply inside both of their pussies. As soon as they were ready, Cindy propped herself up on her forearms and began to move her hips against Dana's. 

Dana's mouth gaped open and her shoulders rolled back as Cindy's thrusts began to pick up speed and accuracy. She was feeling a little guilty about being on the receiving end again, but by now, she was getting thoroughly fucked. Cindy had risen up onto her palms and was pounding the thick, fake cock into her like a foot long nail. The time for romance was over. Now it was time to fuck.

"Ooo yeah, baby, fuck me!" Dana coached. "Fuck me with that big, thick cock!" And Cindy proceeded to do just that, throwing her hips forward and back, driving the jelly cock almost as deeply into herself as into Dana. But she was getting tired and her thrusts quickly began to lose their power. 

Taking her cue, Dana rolled Cindy onto her back, and took over where Cindy had left off, almost without missing a beat. "Oh, gawd, Dana!" Cindy yelled, spreading her legs wide as Dana pounded into her with a blind fury. "Fuck me! Make me cum!"




The Prom Date Ch. 05



"You're kidding!" said Dana, shooting upright on the bed. 

"No," Cindy said, beaming wide from ear-to-ear. "We've got it! We can have a real downtown prom!"

Both girls began screaming loudly. Dana jumped off the bed and ran to where Cindy was standing, taking her hands and joining her in jumping up and down as they continued screaming. "We did it! We did it! We did it!"

At that moment, Sara came running back into her sister's bedroom. She was fully dressed in short-shorts and a tight white t-shirt. "What happened?" she said urgently.

"We did it!" Cindy squealed. "We got the money! We can have our prom downtown!" All three girls began screaming, embracing and bouncing up and down again.

After a while, Cindy became conscious that she was naked, still sweaty from an afternoon of strenuous lovemaking, and locked in an open embrace with both her twin sister and her lesbian lover, whom they both had shared. And even though she had allowed Sara to videotape her masturbating and even making love to Dana, she was suddenly embarrassed and awkward around her sister. -- Was it jealousy? Confusion? Was she still bothered by her sister's open-mouthed kiss? Was it Dana or Sara who had been pumping the dildo inside her snatch? Did she really care? Shouldn't she? Why didn't Sara care?

Cindy nervously backed away from the joyous embrace and began to dress while trying to maintain a nonchalant facade. Dana and Sara independently took notice and exchanged a brief glance, themselves trying to cover the awkward moment.

Dana joined Cindy in getting dressed as Sara moved over to the computer. "Ohmygawd!" Sara exclaimed. "That's a lot of money!"

"Yeah," Dana chimed in, looking over her shoulder, "but not enough. It's going to cost more than that to go downtown."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Cindy purred, "I have a plan. As long as we have this much, I can get the rest."

"How?!" Dana challenged.

Cindy smiled wryly. "I'm sure," she paused, "that given the number of hits we had on our webpage, and all of the servers that we crashed on this little project, that there would be enough people willing to spend $15.00 each to watch me lose my cherry that we could make up the difference, don't you think? Five bucks to burn a disc and to mail it, ten dollars profit on each one."

"You're going to film it?! How're you gonna do that? What if your date doesn't let you?"

"Dana," Cindy said matter of factly, "Do you really think that someone who downloaded all my videos, and who bid $18,000, for one date, with me and my sexy sister -- Sara looked up at her, and even though she knew that Cindy was exaggerating to make a point, she blushed -- wouldn't want a permanent record of him popping my cherry? I know I want a copy!"

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked Sara as an afterthought.

"No...I guess not," Sara drawled, somewhat disappointed. She had been secretly planning to 'lose herself in the heat of the moment' in order to seduce her sister in the midst of the inevitable threesome, but now, if it was going to be videotaped, she had to rethink her plan. She could have always denied any involvement to her mother and relatives in case any rumors had spread, but if it was going to be filmed and sold on the 'Net, she'd have to think of something else.

"Good. Thanks," Cindy said, taking silent note of her sister's reaction and attributing it to modesty. "Here, watch this," Cindy said abruptly, ushering Dana and Sara out of the way and sitting at the keyboard as she updated her website. 

[typing]

As you saw in my last update, the lucky bidder gets to take TWIN CINDERELLAS to the ball. Wouldn't you like to show up at the prom with me on each arm? 

Neither of us have been with a boy before, but we promise to try and hold out until midnight of the prom! You better rest up! Keep the bids coming! The bidding closes at the end of next week. We will be in touch with the winning bidder!

P.S. My sister is a really good kisser (Believe me, I know!)

[end typing] "Okay," Cindy continued, "If that doesn't get us all the way home, then we'll decide whether or not we have to sell a video. Sound fair?"

"Sounds fair," Sara agreed, relieved that she still had a chance at seducing her sister after the prom.

"Good. Okay then, it's settled. Now all we gotta do is sit back and wait for the money to come rolling in." The three girls laughed and high-fived each other, then Cindy and Sara walked Dana downstairs, ushering her out the front door before their mother came home. The three girls promised to keep each other updated about the status of the bids, even though they would each find themselves checking the eBay auction every few hours.

Overnight, Cindy's web page had seen a four-fold jump in the number of hits usually following her regular updates, no doubt mostly local traffic from her classmates (and perhaps teachers). All across town, peoples' e-mail, IM, and cell phones were incessantly alerting each other to the breaking news: Cindy and Sara, the hottest twins in the history of the small town, were up for grabs. And they might even have sex with each other.

At school the next day, the campus was buzzing with a level of excitement that hadn't been seen since the news of Cindy's initial offer hit the school. In the halls, classrooms, cafeteria, locker rooms, and restrooms, everyone was whispering about the videos of the girls making love, and of Cindy and Sara kissing passionately. The three girls loved the attention, but none more than Sara, who for the first time, felt as popular as her sister.

As the week wore on, Cindy and Sara followed through on Dana's idea that the two twins should dress alike and spend more time together. Dana was the first to discover that some of their classmates (and some hack pornographers) had started posting cropped video images and candid pictures of Cindy, Sara and herself all over the internet. After her initial outrage, Dana soon realized that Cindy and Sara could take advantage of the situation by encouraging the free advertisement to create "buzz".

So, the three girls went clothes shopping for matching outfits for the twins. White tennis outfits, plaid schoolgirl uniforms, form fitting blouses and loose flowing skirts straight from the 50's, and skin tight "Daisy Duke" denim shorts from the 70's. Whenever they had free time at school, they would spend it together, whether eating lunch, in study hall or just cruising the halls while holding hands. They split their time between Cindy's "in" crowd, and Sara's intellectual elites, bringing an odd sense of cohesive unity between the two normally competitive twins that soon spread across the whole school. 

The entire campus was constantly abuzz about what the two twins would do next. Occasionally, again at Dana's suggestion, Cindy and Sara would brazenly kiss each other goodbye as they went to their separate classes. Dana had fallen into the habit as well, trying to draw some of the spotlight to herself. She had even volunteered her boyfriend, Steve, to sit between the two girls at lunch outside in the courtyard to show that Cindy and Sara weren't exclusively attracted to other girls. And Steve loved every minute that he was sandwiched between the two hotties with very eager hands. They loved to lean up against him and slip their hands between his thighs, giving him an instant boner which they couldn't stop touching and rubbing through his blue jeans. Over time, he grew bolder by slipping his own hands between the twins' legs, but they would never let him go further than just stroking the creamy soft skin of their bare inner thighs. He also secretly started to leave his underwear at home, but he had to remember not to do it while wearing pants with zippered fronts.

Dana didn't really mind all the extra petting that Steve was getting. After all, not only was she in the worst position to criticize, having had sex with both twins herself, but she was the one who suggested putting her boyfriend in the middle in the first place. Besides, she consoled herself, what trouble could he get into with two girls who had publicly sworn to abstain from sexual intercourse until the stroke of midnight at their senior prom?

"We are definitely going to have to do a foursome when this whole thing's over," Dana told them matter-of-factly, after watching Cindy's and Sara's delicate hands wandering all over her boyfriend's obviously hard cock while they sat on an outside bench during lunch. The two sisters smiled at each other and laughed, before leaning in to kiss Steve on both corners of his mouth. The two sisters kissed each other again, this time quite lustfully, just inches in front of Steve's face. It seemed that each time they kissed, they got more and more into it, shedding their natural inhibitions. Steve leaned forward, joining them in a three-way, then Dana jumped in, and they all shared in a hungry four-way kiss. Cindy would later link to a video clip of the captured event on her webpage. She even downloaded and saved a copy for herself. It was too bad the quality wasn't better. Whoever took the video at school would have to upgrade his camera phone.

As the days passed, the twins' notoriety around campus -- and around town -- grew to epic proportions, much like the cocks of all the boys on campus. There wasn't anyone who didn't know what the twins were planning. Including their mother. But, as it turned out, the twins' mother was a bit of a spitfire when she was growing up. In fact, she had become pregnant with the twins in the waning months of her senior year in high school, which is what had ironically led to Cindy's promise to her father not to have sex until she turned 19. So, other than providing subtle guidance and comfort from the sidelines, Cindy and Sara's mother knew she wasn't in a position to judge her daughters. At least they're still virgins, she comforted herself. She had had strong doubts about Cindy for quite a while, especially because she hung around so much with her friend, Dana.

When the other parents first started to take her aside to warn her about what was going on, their mother had to feign shock and disappointment, but when they saw that nothing was happening and began to criticize her parenting, she found herself forced into the position of being her daughters' biggest defender. Even though she didn't approve of what her daughters were doing -- basically promising to sell their virginity to the highest bidder -- when she heard about their supposed incestuous tendencies, she had to suppress a laugh. Those two?! They can barely stand to be in the same room without fighting! It was then that she happily realized that the twins were most likely planning some sort of scheme. Cindy's videos might have been explicit, but she was smarter than people gave her credit for, and no way was Sara stupid enough to do something like that. They were probably planning to chicken out at the last moment, and have Dana take their place. 

She had her occasional doubts, especially because Dana was somehow certainly involved in the whole matter, but resolved to back her daughters, as any good mother would. Besides, she told herself, even if it is true, they're old enough to have thought it through, and make their own decisions. It's natural to be pre-occupied with sex at that age. I know I was, she admitted to herself, fondly remembering her own outrageous escapades at that age. Just to be sure, she slipped a box of condoms into her daughters' underwear drawers, sending a not so subtle message that she knew what was going on at school.

"Hi, Mrs. C," said Dana cheerily. "Are Cindy and Sara at home?"

"Hello-o-o, Dana," Mrs. C. answered, rolling her eyes as she held the door open for Dana, "Yes, they're home. Come on in. They're upstairs."

"Thanks," Dana said, stepping into the house and trying her best to ignore Mrs. C.'s latent displeasure lying just below the surface. As she passed in front of her, Dana saw that Mrs. C. was giving her the once-over behind her back. Oh, I wish I had dressed more conservatively, Dana scolded herself. Dana had always admired Mrs. C. for being such a "cool mom" and was inwardly upset that Mrs. C. always seemed to have such a low opinion of her. She knew that Mrs. C. had gotten pregnant right out of high school, drastically limiting her opportunities, but she had been able to raise two girls, manage a husband and family, while working as a secretary down at the bank. Then, after her wayward husband left them to be with his recently impregnated girlfriend, she struggled to put herself through college at night so she could give her daughters better access to the opportunities that she had given up.

"Uhm, Dana," Mrs. C. said hesitantly, "before you go upstairs, can we talk for a little while in the kitchen?"

"Uh, sure, Mrs. C.," said Dana, with even greater hesitation. -- Shit! She's going to ask about the prom! What am I supposed to tell her?! -- As she followed the twins' mother into the kitchen, her mind reeled for an appropriate, yet evasive, answer.

"Thanks, Dana. Have a seat." Mrs. C. walked around the kitchen counter and motioned to one of the tall round bar stools lined up around the outside of the long counter top. Dana passed behind her as Mrs. C. stood at the end of the counter and reached for her coffee mug.

As Dana struggled to climb up into the elevated seat backwards, a feat made all the more difficult by her plaid micro mini-skirt, Mrs. C. caught sight of Dana's baby blue panties with a cute little white kitten licking its paw on the front, just above the words, "happiness is...." and snorted, nearly choking on her coffee. Dana was instantly embarrassed and a little ashamed.

"What's that?!" Mrs. C. said, laughing out loud and pointing in the area of Dana's crotch.

"Sorry, you weren't supposed to see that," Dana said, demurely crossing her long legs and putting her hands on her knee.

"Well, who WAS supposed to see that?!" Mrs. C. laughed some more, taking a long, calming drink from her coffee mug. "Oh, don't be so embarrassed, it's not like I haven't seen more of you than that."

Dana's eyes flew open in shocked realization that Mrs. C. had visited her daughters' website and had probably watched her making love to Cindy. Even worse, that meant that she probably already knew about the whole plan to hold the prom downtown.

"Not in person, mind you, but certainly under my roof," she added cryptically, looking over the lip of her coffee mug as she drew another sip of coffee into her mouth. Dana could tell that Mrs. C. wasn't upset. In fact, she was fighting to control the edges of her mouth from turning up into a broad smile. 

Dana began to let down her guard, knowing what Mrs. C. already knew, and that she wasn't upset by it. But even so, she eyed her warily, wondering what Mrs. C. wanted to talk to her about. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"I'm glad you asked," Mrs. C. replied, taking on a more businesslike tone, and putting down her coffee mug which clinked on the ceramic tile countertop. She took a deep steadying breath. "Obviously, I know about the whole prom thing. I can't walk ten feet outside without some goody-two-shoes trying tell me about it," she muttered, mostly to herself. "What I want to know is -- well, there's a few things I want to know -- but first, I want to know, Is it for real? Or are you three planning some sort of stunt?"

Dana hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should answer truthfully. The twins' mother had already seen their web postings, and probably already knew that it was for real, but she was probably just looking for some reassurance. Dana knew that even if she lied, Mrs. C. would find out the truth, especially if Cindy followed through with her plan of selling a video of the whole thing, and would never trust her again -- even if she probably didn't even trust her now.

"I'll take your hesitation as a 'yes'."

"No, wait, Mrs. C.," Dana interrupted. "I know you don't think very much of me, and the way I dress, and the way I behave sometimes, but you should know that your daughters are really good girls. Cindy wouldn't have stuck to her promise all these years, if she wasn't, and you already know about Sara. She's really smart, and a good person, too. She wouldn't have gotten involved if..." Dana hesitated, then decided to make a full disclosure, "...if she wasn't in love with my boyfriend, Steve. She didn't want to ruin his prom, so she jumped in and took my place after I volunteered to join Cindy."

"I know, I saw that part," Mrs. C. said. "I didn't know about her being love with your boyfriend, though." 

"Please don't say anything," Dana interrupted again. "I overheard Sara and Cindy when Cindy was trying to talk Sara out of it, and I promised Cindy not to tell." 

Mrs. C. rolled her eyes dramatically. "Teenagers. Everything is so secretive and dramatic." She chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. But thanks for telling me, Dana, that sounds like Sara, and it makes a lot more sense than Sara being an oversexed lesbian with a thing for her sister!" 

Mrs. C. was laughing heartily, and Dana nervously joined in, having decided not to tell her the whole truth. There are just some things you can't talk to a mother about. "So, is there anything else you want to know?" Dana asked, starting to ease herself off the high bar stool so she could make a break for it. As her right leg reached for the ground, her knees parted and Mrs. C. began to chuckle again. 

"That's pretty fancy underwear," she said, completely distracted and not realizing that Dana had not answered her questions whether the girls were actually going to go all the way with their "prom date". "You must be very popular at school with all the boys," she paused, "and the girls," she added, smiling coyly.

"Listen, Mrs. C.," Dana said matter-of-factly, "I know you don't really like me, or the way I dress, or like the fact that Cindy and I are best friends, but I'm a good person, too. At least I try to be. And just because I like to have a little fun, doesn't mean that I don't have feelings or that I don't deserve your respect. I know right from wrong. I set limits. They're just a little unconventional. I wish people would stop judging me, and I don't need another mother." Her voice grew louder as she got further into her argument.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Mrs. C. said, holding up her palms, trying to calm Dana down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, and I certainly wasn't trying to judge you, or come down on you. But maybe I did a little, and I'm really sorry if I did. I didn't mean to." 

Dana began to calm down, and sat back down on the bar stool, still in a bit of a huff. She was too upset to leave without correcting Mrs. C.'s low opinion of her. 

"I totally understand what you're saying," Mrs. C. continued, "I used to walk along the knife's edge myself when I was your age." Dana looked up at her quizzically. "Believe me, I know what it's like to be legal with a hot young body, eager to take it out for a spin or two. All you can think about is sex. You're playing with your pussy more and more, even in semi-public places, just 'cuz it's an added high. All you think about is feeding your pussy fingers, tongues, cocks, dildos, vibrators, or maybe even your fist, just to see if you can. And it doesn't help that when other people look at you, that's all they can think about, too. It's an endless cycle, and pretty soon, before you know it, it starts to become a self-fulfilling prophesy. You want it, and they want to give it to you." 

Dana was taken aback by her insight and her frank discussion. She had never really thought of Mrs. C. as being in high school once. She didn't think of her as being "old" either, being 10 years or so younger than her own parents. Instead, she only always knew her as Cindy's "mom". Of course, now, looking at her, Dana could see that Mrs. C. was still quite attractive, a true MILF, and that in her younger days, she must have turned more heads than a Stanley screwdriver.




The Prom Date Ch. 05



"You know I got pregnant right after high school, right? I was having fun, a whole lot of fun, really, just like you, without a care in the world. I thought I was in control, just letting loose a little, y'know? And the next thing I know, Bam! I'm pregnant -- with twins -- and my life instantly got a whole lot harder. So if I seem a little harsh on you and the girls, it's only because I do understand. I do care about you guys. I want you to have fun and enjoy life. Try new things, meet new people, experiment a little, while you still can, without the worries and responsibilities of adulthood. But at the same time, I'm trying to provide a little guidance, trying to protect you from making the same mistakes I did. That's my most important job as a parent. That's why the twins' dad made them promise to abstain from sex -- well, only Cindy. We didn't think we needed to with Sara. We thought she would already understand. But if I seem disappointed in you," she stepped closer and grabbed Dana's hand, holding it firmly, "I'm really sorry. It's not that I'm disappointed in you, it's more that I'm disappointed in me, and some of the choices I made. Not that I regret having the twins, you understand, they mean everything to me. It's just that sometimes I wish I could've had a few more years to myself."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. C., I'm the one who should apologize. I totally misunderstood you. I shouldn't have exploded at you like that. You've always been really cool to me and your daughters. I should've known you weren't like my parents. You did a good job with your daughters, and they know you love them. They're good girls. Not like us."

Mrs. C. chuckled through burgeoning tears. "Thanks," she whispered, as they hugged one another for a long while. It felt good for Mrs. C. to confess and unload her pent up worries about which way her daughters were heading. She knew that Dana would tell Cindy and Sara about her confession and her concerns, and that it would help bring the true message home. Kids oftentimes tune out their parents' advice, but they listen intently to their peers.

"Don't be so hard on your parents, okay?" Mrs. C. admonished lightly as they broke their embrace. "They're only trying to help."

"I know, but they're doing such a terrible job of raising me!" Dana joked. "I mean, look at me!" 

"Oh, you don't look so bad to me..." Mrs. C. complimented. "I think you're turning out okay."

"Thanks," she said, "I think you turned out okay, too. You still look pretty awesome, Mrs. C." 

"Thank you," Mrs. C. demurred. "For my age, you mean," she added dryly.

"No, really!" Dana exclaimed, pulling back. "If I didn't know you had two 18 year old daughters, I'd guess you were still in your mid-twenties. Heck, I've fucked lots of guys way older than you..." Dana caught herself a little too late. 

"Have you, now?" Mrs. C. said, looking at her in mock disdain. "You really need to slow down, dear." 

"Look who's talking!" Dana joked. "I probably haven't done half the things you have!"

"Oh?" Mrs. C. asked, defensively. 

"Did you really take a whole fist inside you?!" Dana asked incredulously. "Oh shit, sorry," she added quickly, when she saw the look of disapproval on Mrs. C.'s face. "My bad. That was a little rude."

"A little! Geezzz...." Mrs. C. guffawed, nearly choking on her coffee. The pair of women sat there in silence, each nervously trying to think of how to change the subject, but neither knowing quite where to go from there. Dana could tell that Mrs. C. was eager to share. It had been a long time since Mrs. C. had a mash talk. It reminded her of when she was younger and all the girls would stay up late sharing their stories over the telephone or during sleepovers.

"I bet I can make you tell me," Dana said at last, breaking the awkward silence. 

"What do you mean, make me tell you?" Mrs. C. asked jokingly, but still a little nervous by Dana's sudden display of confidence.

Dana quietly leaned over and gave Mrs. C. a soft lingering kiss on her cheek. Mrs. C. just sat there, letting it happen. Truth be told, she rather enjoyed it. It had been a long time since she had been kissed that way by another woman, especially by one as sexy as Dana was.

She opened her eyes. She hadn't even realized that they had been closed, or that Dana had stopped kissing her. Dana was sitting there, smiling. "You think that's going to get me to tell you?" she stammered, trying to cover up how much she had enjoyed the kiss.

"No," Dana said demurely, leaning forward again. This time she kissed Mrs. C. on the cheek again, but then kept moving backward until she was nibbling on the bottom of her earlobe. Mrs. C. was hit with a flood of emotions, but the one that was speaking the loudest, was the promise of ridding herself of the cold emptiness of sexual frustration. 

Mrs. C. subtlely repositioned her neck so that Dana soon found herself kissing her way down it, licking and kissing Mrs. C.'s neck under her chin. Suddenly, Mrs. C. turned her head, battling Dana for position, kissing Dana back on her own cheek. Mrs. C.'s tongue snaked out and captured Dana's earlobe, drawing it between her lips, before releasing it so her tongue could gently caress the dangling flesh.

No! her mind screamed, bringing her back to reality. This isn't right! Mrs. C. opened her eyes and stepped back from the embrace. She hadn't realized that Dana's hands had moved onto her hips. Pulling back, Mrs. C. saw a look of surprise and disappointment that hung on Dana's face. Mrs. C.'s mind was racing, but not as fast as her heart, which had pumped so much blood around her body that she was already flush. 

Searching to change the subject, and turn their relationship back to something normal, Mrs. C.'s eyes settled between Dana's open legs onto the little cartoon cat on the crotch of her panty licking its little paw. "(Ahem), Where did you get that underwear, Dana?" she said, trying to mask the hunger in her voice. "I think it's so funny!" She said unconvincingly and turned, breaking free of Dana's hold on her hips. She walked around the counter, intent on fixing herself another cup of coffee.

But having been drawn so close to the flame, Dana wasn't so easily dissuaded. "What? Ohh," she said, after her mind finally deciphered the unexpected conversation, "Y'know, I don't think I remember...." Dana slid off the bar stool and followed Mrs. C. into the kitchen. "I think I got it on-line somewhere. But y'know what? I bought two pair of blue ones, two pair of the pink ones and two pair of the white ones, so you can have these, if you want." 

Dana walked up to where Mrs. C. was standing, forcing her to turn and face Dana as she spread her legs shoulder length apart and lifted her skirt, showing her panties to Mrs. C.

"Boy, you must really like getting . . ." Her voice trailed off as she stared hungrily at Dana's stunningly long legs and delicately sloping mound. 

"My pussy licked?" Dana said, finishing her sentence. "Yes, I do," she added softly, stepping in closer and raising one hand to caress Mrs. C.'s cheek as she gently kissed her other cheek. "I like licking pussy, too," she said, bending her head to kiss Mrs. C. softly on the neck. "And that's not all I like to do."

Mrs. C. struggled uncomfortably, backing up against the sink. Dana pulled back. She sauntered backwards until she was leaning back against the countertop, then lifted her skirt with both hands, never taking her eyes off of her prey. "The reason why I ordered so many pairs of these panties is because these are my "trophy" panties."

"Trophy panties?"

"Yeah, trophy panties," Dana replied, gently massaging herself over her panties, running her middle finger between her sticky, swollen labia, creating a pronounced camel toe. "When I really like the person that I'm going to have sex with, my panties will get really wet, like they are right now, and when that happens, I like letting my partners keep them as a little trophy." 

By now, Mrs. C. was having a hard time concentrating on what Dana was saying. Instead, she was staring at the large damp spot that Dana's wet pussy was making on her light blue panties. 

"That way, I leave my scent behind," Dana said, rubbing her pussy quite hard now, "so that they're sure to call me later." Dana's eyes were flashing fiery red. She could tell that Mrs. C. had been paying more attention to what she was doing, than to what she had been saying. 

"Do you want to feel it?" she asked coyly. "They're really soft." Dana reached out and took hold of Mrs. C.'s wrist, pulling her willing hand towards her until it rest on the front of her panties. Mrs. C. immediately felt how wet and sticky Dana's crotch was. It was so warm. Her middle finger lingered, then sank into her damp crevice. Soon, she was stroking Dana in the same manner that Dana had been doing to herself, alternating between running the length of her cunt lips and making tight circles over her clit.

Dana closed her eyes, smiling confidently. She had never failed to seduce her prey, male or female, couples or complete strangers. She had a killer body and knew how to use it to get what she wanted. As Mrs. C. abandoned the last of her inhibitions, Dana could tell that she had done this before. Her touch was an experienced one and Dana was having a hard time standing still as her newest lover stroked and poked her eager pussy.

"Take off my panties and fuck me," she whispered eagerly.

"I don't think so, not just yet," Mrs. C. said. She smiled as she continued rubbing Dana's clit through her panties. "Are you getting them nice and wet for me, Dana?" Dana's eyes were closed and her mouth was gaping open. She had never felt such a strong touch from a girl before. 

"Do you still want to know if I took a fist in my pussy?" she whispered into Dana's ear. Dana was speechless. It was all she could do to nod her head twice. 

"Do you want to know what it feels like?" Dana nodded her head again. "If you're good, maybe I'll let you try it. Do you want to stick your fingers in my pussy?"

Mrs. C. worked her fingers around the side of Dana's panties and sank her middle finger deep inside Dana's sticky cunt. Dana grunted and moaned as Mrs. C.'s finger probed her juicy pink twat. She withdrew her finger from Dana's cunt and slipped it between Dana's soft lips. Dana began to suck hungrily on her finger, coating it with her thick saliva. Mrs. C. leaned in and kissed Dana on her mouth, their tongues battling wetly around Mrs. C.'s finger. "Do you think you're ready for me?" she asked returning her hand to Dana's wet pussy, this time pumping two fingers in and out of her shaved slit as Dana threw her head back and moaned wildly. "I saw you making love to my daughter. You might think you know how to do it, just because you made her cum. But you had to use all those toys. I'm going to show you how to do it right. I'm going to show you how to make love to a woman without any toys. I'm going to teach you how to make her cum on your fingers, on your mouth, and on your fist."

Mrs. C. turned Dana around, pushing up against her back as she leaned Dana up against the cool counter. Dana smiled and in one deft move, Mrs. C. had taken off Dana's cotton top, revealing her delicate bra, a thin white strap running across her slender back. Dana threw her chest out and her head back as she felt Mrs. C.'s soft hands reaching around and grabbing her chest, before moving down her sides and running up underneath her short skirt. "Let's get you out of my panties before you get them any wetter," Mrs. C. said, hooking her thumbs into the spaghetti waistband above Dana's narrow hips and giving them a firm tug. Dana adjusted her hips and legs so that her panties, heavily laden with her sticky fluid, slid easily down around her ankles.

Dana made to kick them off her ankles, but Mrs. C. used her own legs to force Dana's feet apart, stretching the light blue fabric between them as far as it would go. Running her hands underneath Dana's micro mini-skirt, Mrs. C. playfully squeezed Dana's firm asscheeks, spreading them open. Dana instinctively leaned forward, pressing her firm ass backward into Mrs. C.'s hands. Mrs. C. responded by moving her hands up Dana's lithe body, gathering her long hair and throwing it over her right shoulder as she spooned her tall body as they stood in the kitchen, kissing Dana's neck. Dana giggled and squirmed, and Mrs. C. pulled back, easing her hands over Dana's back and undoing her bra clasp. 

Dana stood erect and helped Mrs. C. push her bra straps over her bare shoulders and down her long arms. Dana turned her neck backwards and they kissed again, tongues swirling against each other's as Mrs. C. reached around and grasped Dana's bare chest. She could feel the small hard points pressing into her palms, and moved to twist them between her fingers. Dana's breasts were small and light, her skin firm and smooth. -- Oh, to make love to a teenage girl again! -- Mrs. C.'s mind reeled, remembering a happier time not so long ago.

She hungered for more. Wrapping her right arm around Dana's small waist, Mrs. C. moved her left hand up and under Dana's micro-mini skirt, cupping her taught ass. But as she moved her hand southward, toward Dana's widespread crotch, she suddenly had a crisis of conscience. -- What am I doing? I'm 36 years old! -- "We shouldn't," Mrs. C. said, halting her progress. "I shouldn't."

"Yes, you should,'" Dana urged, bending over and reaching between her legs so that she grabbed hold of Mrs. C.'s hand, still lingering on her backside. Dana pulled Mrs. C.'s hand between her legs, pressing it up against her damp pussy. "Don't stop." That was all the encouragement that Mrs. C. needed. As soon as she felt Dana's warm, wet, dangling cunt lips on her hand, she abandoned her inhibitions once more and cupped Dana's pussy in the palm of her hand. Dana reached down between her legs and lightly touched the back of Mrs. C.'s hand, and Mrs. C. instantly responded by snaking her middle finger up inside her young lover.

"Oh, gawd," Dana moaned, trying to lift her left leg to give Mrs. C. greater access as she moved her finger in and out of her pussy with strong, deliberate strokes. But Dana's legs were still bound around the ankle by the small light blue fabric and her range of motion was severely constrained. Growing frustrated, Dana put her leg down and turned around to face her best friend's mother. Dana grabbed hold of the bottom of Mrs. C.'s t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. Mrs. C. resisted at first, ashamed of her aging body, but relented when her own womanly desires began calling. She reached behind her back and undid her own bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. To her pleasant surprise, Dana didn't recoil. Instead, she leaned forward, flashing Mrs. C. one last bright smile, before turning her attention to Mrs. C.'s breasts, licking and sucking on them expertly.

Mrs. C. sighed softly. Dana's mouth felt so good on her tits. Her wet tongue swirled over and over around her hard nipples, sucking on them, pulling them between her lips, and softly biting down on them with her teeth. As Dana chewed on Mrs. C.'s nipples, she reached down and undid the button on Mrs. C.'s Old Navy jeans, tugging down on the zipper. Mrs. C. couldn't believe that she was letting this teenager strip her naked. Dana's flattened hand slipped down the front of Mrs.C.'s pants and began to massage her cunt underneath her panties. Mrs. C. sighed softly again, throwing her head backwards.

Dana raised up and kissed her wetly on the mouth while her hand continued busily massaging her cunt lips and clit. She was slowly starting to get damp. Dana withdrew her hand and placed her hands on Mrs. C.'s hips. Her jeans were too confining and Dana wanted to get them out of the way. Suddenly, Mrs. C. tensed and backed away. She was embarrassed that her underwear wasn't as pretty or sexy as Dana's. 

"What's the matter?" Dana whispered, leaning in for another sultry kiss, trying to keep her lover in the mood. 

"Nothing," Mrs. C. said, turning Dana around again, "I'm just not through with you, yet," she added, trying to sound aggressive. While Dana's back was turned, Mrs. C. slid out of her jeans and underwear and tossed them aside with her feet as she kissed her way down Dana's nubile young back, making her smile. Kneeling down behind her, Mrs. C. kissed and bit down on Dana's asscheeks while she spread them apart. Moving between her cheeks, Mrs. C. began softly kissing and tonguing her brown eye. Dana squealed. She had never had anyone do that before. It kinda tickled. But as Mrs. C. began applying more and more force on her little brown hole with her tongue, Dana knew what was coming next. And she was right.

Mrs. C. pulled back and sucked on her middle finger, getting it good and wet. Then, with a thick gob of saliva resting on the tip, she positioned it at Dana's puckered hole and poked her in the brown eye. Dana groaned deeply with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. She hadn't been fucked in the ass in a long time. Her boyfriend, Steve, was too large to fit in comfortably. And even though they had tried it once or twice, it was too much work trying to get it in without hurting her. Besides, Steve liked to cum in her mouth, and Dana refused to go back down on him once he had been inside her ass.

She was embarrassed to admit it, but she did like taking it in the ass. She would often finger herself at home while she showered so she could get her finger slippery with soap, and so she could clean up thoroughly afterwards. She was amazed when she felt Mrs. C. licking and tonguing her ass. It seemed so disgusting, but decadent. But it did feel good. By now, Mrs. C.'s middle finger was probing her dark tunnel deeply. Mrs. C. was kissing and nibbling on Dana's asscheeks as her finger probed and retreated, slowly picking up speed until Dana found herself pushing back against it in rhythm.

"Mmmm...I thought you might like it up the ass, I know I did when I was your age," she purred, using her free hand to brush back and forth against her cuntlips hanging down between her legs. "I had a hard time getting people to do me there, though. Has that changed?" 

Dana shook her head harshly from side-to-side. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth had fallen open. She was concentrating too hard to answer. "Here's something else that I used to like to do, but I know this hasn't changed." Mrs. C. craned her neck and tucked it up between Dana's long legs, covering Dana's warm, dewy pussy with her mouth. Using her tongue between Dana's pink cunt lips, Mrs. C. began sucking on Dana's pussy while she continued to pump her finger in her ass.

Dana whimpered and moaned and dropped two hands between her body and the countertop landing onto the back of Mrs. C.'s head, cradling her soft, shoulder length hair, before raising her right arm up again to the countertop for stability. Dana's legs were trembling as she ground down on Mrs. C.'s face and finger. Because her legs were so long, she had a hard time doing all those fancy gymnastics moves that cheerleaders have to do nowadays. But she looked so awesome in the uniform, that she was allowed to join the squad anyway. She was always at the bottom of the pyramid, and the center of their formations, but she liked being the center of attention.

Right now, she wished her legs were stronger. They were bowed outwards a little, because her ankles were still tied together by her panty, and she had to squat to give Mrs. C. open access to her pussy. Already in this position for about five minutes, her long legs started to shake, threatening to collapse. But she didn't want to give in. She didn't want to stop what they were doing. It felt too damn good. 

But her shaking, struggling muscles, only added to the tension building between her legs, and when Mrs. C. finally switched her attention to her clit, Dana was ready to explode. "Aahh...Aaahh...Aahhhh!" she cried rhythmically, holding onto Mrs. C.'s head with both hands again. Mrs. C. dug her middle finger all the way inside Dana's ass, forcing her muscles to clench down on it, as she pressed down hard on her clit with her lips. Dana exploded. Falling forward onto the countertop, Dana's body dropped an inch or two onto Mrs. C.'s neck and shoulders. She continued to thrust against Mrs. C.'s neck as she extended her orgasm.




The Prom Date Ch. 05



"Oh shit!" she swore, mustering her remaining strength to try and stand upright so she didn't choke off Mrs. C.'s oxygen. Mrs. C. withdrew from between Dana's legs and pulled her finger from her warm ass. She kissed Dana's asscheek, making her giggle, as she proceeded to remove her panties from around her ankles. Dana took her panties from Mrs. C.'s hand and rubbed them between her legs, sopping up her fresh river of cunt juice, before handing them back to Mrs. C.

Dana pulled Mrs. C. up by the forearm and kissed her passionately, maneuvering her around and pushing her back up against the countertop. Mrs. C. laughed and giggled, enjoying it as Dana bent her neck to lick and suck on her nipples again, before reaching her arms out behind her back and pulling herself up onto the kitchen counter. Sitting on the edge of the countertop, she spread her legs apart and Dana quickly moved into position between them. Dana stooped down and began kissing Mrs. C.'s inner thighs, slowly working her way to her pussy. Dana was pleased to find that Mrs. C. still kept herself neatly shaved. She spread Mrs. C.'s cunt lips with her fingers and dove right in, licking and sucking on her pink flaps before moving on to her clit.

Mrs. C. cooed and moaned as Dana kept lashing her soft wet tongue up against her pink hole and clit. "Ohh..gawwdd..." she groaned, leaning forward so she could watch Dana busying herself in between her spread legs. 

"Stick your finger in my pussy," she ordered. Dana did as she was told, and slipped her middle finger inside Mrs. C.'s pussy. She was sticky and wet and Dana's finger sank inside easily. She withdrew her finger and quickly added another, flopping her palm over so that her fingers pressed against the back of her mound as she continued licking Mrs. C.'s clit. 

When Dana raised her head, catching a quick breather, Mrs. C. reached between her legs and grabbed hold of Dana's slender wrist, using it to pump Dana's fingers in and out of her hungry pussy. Dana quickly got the idea and stood up, flopping her hand over again, her finger still inside Mrs. C.'s cunt. Dana added another finger and began digging them deeply inside Mrs. C's pussy as she leaned over her reclining body to lick and suck on her nipples. 

"Oh gawwdd..." she moaned, tossing her head back. "Fuck me harder...deeper..."

"Oh yeah...!" she cooed, as Dana sank her fingers in all the way to her knuckles. "Your fingers feel so fucking good inside my fucking pussy!" Dana was briefly taken aback at Mrs. C.'s language. She had never heard her swear before. -- Of course, I never had my fingers inside her pussy before, either, she reasoned.

"Harder. Fuck me harder," Mrs. C. ordered, interrupting Dana's wandering mind. Mrs. C. was thrusting hard against Dana's three fingers buried all the way inside her bare snatch. She was bucking so hard that her cunt juice was leaking out of her pussy and dripping onto the kitchen counter.

Without thinking, Dana slipped her pinkie inside Mrs. C.'s cunt. Mrs. C. groaned and arched the small of her back off of the countertop as Dana's fingers sank deeper and deeper inside of her pussy with each sawing motion. Mrs. C. kept thrusting back onto her hand, and soon, even Dana's knuckles had begun to disappear inside her with each forward press. 

Suddenly, Mrs. C. stopped thrusting. "Give it to me, Dana," Mrs. C. said panting. She spread her legs wide again along the edge of the countertop and rising up so that she could look at Dana's hand buried between her legs. "Stop teasing me..."

Dana paused and looked up at Mrs. C. It didn't take long for her to figure out what she was talking about. 

"You know you want to, and you know I want you to, so hurry up and do it." 

Dana continued sawing her hand slowly in and out of Mrs. C.'s pussy. She definitely wanted to stick her fist all the way inside, but for some reason, she wanted to prolong her lover's desire.

"What do you want, baby?" Dana purred, bending her head down to flick the tip of her tongue over Mrs. C.'s clit, making her groan in agony. 

"Give it to me, Dana...I want you inside me..."

Dana looked up her and smiled sweetly, before returning to plant light little kisses on her clit. "Tell me what you like, baby..."

Mrs. C. reached down and grabbed Dana's wrist, trying to force her hand inside, but Dana calmly resisted, still licking and suckling on her clit.

"Oh gawd, Dana. What is it that you want? Do you want to hear me say it? Do you want me to beg? Okay, I'll beg. Put your hand inside my pussy, Dana...Fill my pussy with your hand...I'm begging you, Dana, fuck me with your fist...Fuck me with your fucking Fist!"

Dana smiled. "Now, was that so hard?" she purred, moving to kiss Mrs. C. on her inner thigh. "I knew I could make you beg." And as she spoke, Dana cradled her thumb into her palm as she pushed her slim hand forward, over her knuckles, and then slowly, over her thumb knuckle, where her hand was at it's widest. Mrs. C.'s gasped and struggled for breath, closing her eyes and trying to will her pussy to relax and grow wider. It had been a long time since she had tried anything like this, but it was worth it. Dana's hand pushed deeper inside of her wet pussy, filling and stretching her pink tunnel as her cunt lips closed around her wrist. Dana couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had heard rumors about this sort of thing, but had never thought she'd find anyone willing to take part in it. Her entire hand was inside Mrs. C.'s wet pussy. But even that wasn't enough. Mrs. C. slowly started to buck against her hand. Then, grabbing Dana by the forearm, Mrs. C. began to pump Dana's hand forward and back, trying to get off on it. But Dana's hand was already wedged in so tight, there was little room to maneuver. So Dana leaned forward and started tonguing Mrs. C.'s clit as she gently nudged her fist back and forth inside her pussy.

Mrs. C. moaned loudly. "Yeah, Dana! Fuck me with your fucking fist! Oh gawd, it feels so fucking good inside my fucking pussy!" 

Upstairs, the twins heard their mother's cries of passion. Curious, they quietly sneaked downstairs, and following the distinct sounds of lovemaking, made their way towards the kitchen, standing just outside the doorway, out of sight. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Dana had their mother pinned naked on the kitchen counter with her hand all the way inside their mother's pussy. Their mother was moaning and groaning, thrusting her hips wildly back against Dana's hand while Dana's face was buried in her crotch, obviously tonguing her pussy and clit. 

They looked at each other with shocked expressions, then turned back to watch as Dana sucked on her middle finger with her free hand, and then inserted it into their mother's ass. Mrs. C.'s screamed loudly. "Oh, fuck, yeah, Dana! Fuck my ass with your finger! It's been so fucking long, Dana! It feels so fucking good! Suck on my clit! Suck on my clit, Dana. I want to come for you! I want you to feel me cum on your fucking fist!"

Dana dipped her head between Mrs. C.'s thighs again, and as soon as she put her tongue back to work, Mrs. C. began to buck and shake wildly. The twins looked at each other. They couldn't believe their eyes. Dana was going to make their mother cum on her hand right there on the kitchen counter!

"Oh gawd, I'm going to cum....I'm going to fucking cum all over your fucking hand!"

Sara tugged on Cindy's shirt sleeve, beckoning her to leave with her before they were noticed. And as they turned to leave, silently creeping back up the staircase, they heard their mother scream out, "Oh gawd! I'm fucking cumming! I'm fucking cumming on your fucking hand!" They had never heard their mother talk that way and were kind of grossed out about the whole thing. What the fuck was Dana doing with her hand inside their mother's pussy?

Once upstairs, the two girls raced into Cindy's bedroom and flopped down on her bed, giggling and laughing. They couldn't stop. The more they thought about what they had seen, and tried to talk about it, the harder they laughed. 

"Did you see that!?" 

"I know! I saw it! But I still don't believe it!"

"What the fuck were they doing?!"

"I don't know! Have you ever done anything like that?!" Sara asked.

"Of course not! What kind of girl do you think I am?!" Cindy objected, laughing even harder. "Okay, don't answer that!" 

The two girls started laughing even harder. "How the fuck did she even get it in there?!" Sara asked, holding out her hand and spreading her fingers apart, then bringing them together like a spearhead.

"I dunno!" Cindy joked, copying Sara, holding out her bundled fingers in the air, then bringing them down to her abdomen, trying to imagine how it fit inside that space. "That's impossible!" she concluded. "There's no fucking way..."

"No, it's not..." said a voice from the open doorway. 

The twins twirled around nervously and saw that Dana was standing there looking at them with tussled hair and a wide grin on her face. The three girls took a beat, then began to scream and squeal loudly at the same time. Dana closed the door so Mrs. C. couldn't hear them, then flopped down on the bed between the twins, screaming some more.

"I don't fucking believe you!" Cindy said, slapping Dana playfully on the shoulder. "What the fuck were you doing down there!?" 

"Fucking your mom," Dana said, trying to keep a straight face, but quickly erupting the group in a fit of laughter once more.

"How did that happen?" Sara asked incredulously, still trying to reason through what had happened.

"I don't really know," Dana said, truthfully. "It just sort of happened. One minute, I was knocking at the door, then she took me into the kitchen and gave me some words of advice to pass onto you two, then the next thing I know, we're kissing, she's stripping me naked, then her finger's up my ass and her mouth is on my pussy, and then one thing led to another, and soon, I'm standing there with my fist up her pussy! Now I know where you two get it from!"

"What!?" the twins protested. "Us?! You're the one making a hand puppet out of my mom!" The girls erupted into laughter once more, rolling around on the bed. 

"Look at you!" Cindy said, sitting up and lifting Dana's skirt, having noticed something. "I don't believe it. You let my mom keep your underwear?!" 

The girls squealed some more. "I couldn't help it!" Dana protested. "Your mom is really hot, and she's really, really good!" 

"Eeewwww!" the twins screamed in unison.

"In fact, I wouldn't mind doing her again," Dana added, mostly for comic effect.

"Eeewwww!" the twins protested even louder.

"No, you should really try it! It's fucking incredible!"

"What?!" Sara objected. "You want us to fuck our . . . "

"No! stupid," Dana said. "I mean you should try that fisting thing. It's the wildest thing I've ever done."

"Did she do it on you?" Cindy asked, eyeing Dana's bare pussy to see if she could tell just by looking at it. 

"No," Dana admitted, "No one's ever done that to me, yet..." she said, raising up and leaning towards Cindy suggestively.

"Oh my gawd," Sara groaned, "I don't believe you two." She rolled off the bed as Cindy and Dana began to kiss. Sara could tell that Cindy wasn't expecting it, but she couldn't refuse her, either. Soon, Cindy was kissing Dana back. Heavier and heavier. 

"Wait," Dana interrupted, pulling away. Sara could see that Cindy's eyes had been closed, and her mouth open. Her lips were wet with saliva and her tongue was suspended midway in the air. Sara had never seen anything so sexy before. She began to feel the familiar stirrings deep inside her making their way to the surface. She wanted to race in and pick up where Dana had left off, but she knew that her sister would freak out.

"Sara," Dana repeated, a little louder, breaking the spell that she was under. "Sara, get the camera..." Sara nodded and started to step away, when Dana added, "...and set up the tripod."

Sara turned and looked over her shoulder at Dana, then at Cindy. Sara knew that Dana was suggesting that she join them on the bed. Cindy had a strange look on her face, like she had just eaten something sour. 

"Don't worry," Dana consoled them. "It's not about you two, this is all about me!" she said, only half-joking. "I've never had twins before. Well, not at the same time."

Sara stepped to the side of the bed and maneuvered the video camera and tripod into position at the bottom third of the bed, aiming it down at the bed and adjusting the zoom wider so that most of the bed fit inside the frame. As she did, Dana and Cindy smiled and waved at the camera, then they began kissing heavily. Sara couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be her chance to be with her sister. She knew she had to play it just right. She wasn't worried about the camera because she knew that if it happened, it was going to be a private video, just between the three girls. 

Dana had been pushing up against Cindy with such force while they kissed, that Cindy had finally been pushed onto her back with Dana kneeling on top of her. Sara stood there watching as Dana took off her top and then helped Cindy go topless as well. Dana leaned back down over Cindy and kissed her on her soft, moist lips, before moving down to suckle on her breasts. Sara imagined that it was her straddling her twin sister, twisting her hard nipples between her fingers and sucking them into her mouth. She watched as Cindy closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing against Dana's hand which had slipped underneath her white tennis skirt, caressing her pussy through her panties. Sara wished she was the one giving her sister such pleasure. 

Cindy put a finger underneath Dana's chin, leading her into another long sensual kiss. As she watched, Sara's tongue curled and flicked inside her own mouth, instinctively matching the motions of the two girls lying on the bed. 

Cindy turned her head and began kissing Dana underneath her chin, drawing her way down her neck. Dana obliged, crawling forward, so that Cindy was now facing Dana's firm breasts, dangling down above her. Cindy took them in her hands and mouth, licking and squeezing them like the juicy oranges they resembled.

After a short while, Cindy moved her hand down between their bodies, and groped Dana's pussy. She was surprised at first when she felt skin-on-skin contact, then remembered that Dana had just surrendered her "trophy" panties to her mother. Dana's eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of Cindy rubbing her naked pussy beneath her skirt while she continued sucking on her tits.

"Mmm, baby," Dana moaned softly, flicking her head up and throwing her long hair onto her back. As she did, she caught sight of Sara, still standing behind the video camera at the side of Cindy's bed. 

"Hey, Sara," Dana sang suggestively, motioning for her to come closer with a curled finger. 'You like kinda lonely standing over there all by yourself. Why don't you come a little closer." 

Even though Sara was bursting at the seams to join in, she played it cool, shaking her head from side-to-side. 

"Aww, c'mon, Sara," Dana urged, holding out her hand. "Cindy, you don't mind if Sara joins us, do you?" Cindy looked up reproachfully, switching her attention between Dana and her sister. She wanted to object, but she knew that Dana really wanted to make love to them both in a threesome, and she didn't want to come off as a prude on camera. But still, she couldn't bring herself to say it was alright, so she shook her head instead.

"Thanks, baby," Dana purred, leaning down to kiss her. "See, it's okay," she said to Sara. "We'll be gentle, won't we?" she mocked, leaning down to kiss Cindy again. Cindy kissed her back hard, feeling a little jealous and protective of her relationship with Dana. Feeling up Steven around campus together was one thing, but this was something else.

"Mmm...this is gonna be fun!" she said, looking down at Cindy, who just rolled her eyes in response. But it was a good tension reliever. Cindy could never stay mad at her. "C'mon, Sara," she motioned again, "I'll be good, I promise." Dana held up three fingers in a girl scout salute. Then, realizing what it reminded her of, she slowly let her pinkie pop up, then her thumb, so that she was holding up all five fingers. She laughed.

"Okay, you don't have to, if you don't want to, but I just thought that you were as liberated as your sister, but I guess not." 

With that, Sara's sense of competitiveness was ignited, and she stepped forward slowly, tentatively, but as soon as she was in arm's reach, Dana grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, raising up on her knees to kiss her on the mouth. Sara pretended to struggle, but then allowed herself to give in, presumably overcome by temptation.

This time it was Cindy's turn to watch. It was like seeing herself kissing Dana. She had to admit that it looked pretty hot. As they kissed, Dana's hands circled Sara's narrow hips and met up in back. Quickly undoing her clasp and grabbing hold of her zipper, Dana pulled down on the zipper in the back of her matching white tennis skirt.

"Ooops!" she feigned, hooking her thumbs underneath the loosened waistband and helping Sara out of her skirt. "Take off your shirt, too," she said, "otherwise it just looks silly." Dana leaned down and returned to kissing Cindy, moving forward again so that Cindy could suck on her tits. "Leave your bra and panties on so I can tell you apart," she joked, reaching out and taking hold of one of Sara's hands, placing it on her breast. Lying on her back, Cindy watched as Sara's hand slowly began caressing Dana's boob, while she continued suckling on the other.

After a little while, Dana turned her body around so that she was on all fours above Cindy, but this time in a 69 position. "Help your sister take off my skirt," she purred. The twins did as they were told. They were a little nervous and allowed themselves to be bossed around. After all, this was the first real "threesome" for both of them, beyond getting Steven hard in public and beyond the brief sampling earlier, which Cindy still wasn't sure about what had actually happened.

"Mmm..." Dana purred, as the two pairs of hands wandered over her legs and ass, stroking and caressing her willing flesh. Dana spread her knees wider and settled down, so her pussy was hovering just above Cindy's mouth. Dana jumped and squealed as Cindy began her oral attack. Sara stood there, not sure what to do, just looking at Cindy staring back at her while she buried her tongue between Dana's cunt lips. 

"Sara," Dana called. "Come over here." Thankful for something to do, even if she didn't know what yet, Sara walked over to Dana's other end. "Come here," Dana repeated, rising up and holding out her hands, pulling Sara close to her as they kissed. Mmm...twins! her mind reeled with possibilities.

After a minute or two of this, Dana led Sara around the edge of the bed so that she stood at the foot of the bed, facing her. Dana bent back down, kissing Cindy's thighs and her pantied crotch. She smiled, seeing that Cindy was wearing the pink pair of "Happiness is" panties that Cindy had taken off of her in the girl's bathroom during study period the other day. She raised her head and looked at Sara. "Help me take off her panties," she said softly. 

When Sara didn't move, Dana struggled to keep her balance while she fumbled with Cindy's waistband. Cindy raised her hips, trying to accommodate her, but Dana could only work them off so far. "Sara, please, I can't do it by myself," she implored.

Sara relented and stooped over, taking her twin sister's panties in her hands and pulling them down her thighs, legs, then over her feet, watching the fabric drag across Cindy's skin, and staring at how damp the crotch was. She could smell her sister's sex.




The Prom Date Ch. 06



Note to readers: I'm sorry it took so long to finish writing this chapter. After getting such positive feedback on the last chapter, I started working on it sooner than I usually do. Unfortunately, it's been a busy summer, and I haven't had a nice block of time to devote to the story. Hopefully, it still hangs together, though. There are a few new age-appropriate characters introduced here (all over 18), even if I forgot to say so in the story. I hope you don't hate it. -- Kellog.

The Prom Date

Chapter VI

A Kellog Serial

While Dana and Sara took separate showers and got ready to go clothes shopping for their prom dresses, Cindy browsed over to the eBay site and closed the bidding on the Cinderella package, two white mice and a pumpkin. She checked the identity, background and email of the winning bidder, a man named James N. Nye, on Google and sent him a message confirming his bid and informing him that his winning bid of $30,000 + eBay and prom costs had just gotten him two very appreciative dates for May 7-8.

She also updated her web site with the new information and thanked all the bidders. She also thanked the fans of the website for spreading the word and for sending their toys, contributions and fan mail. She wanted to post her new videos, but decided instead to send them to the winning bidder.

To her surprise, by the time that she updated her website, she had already received a reply email from "jnye". Cindy opened it anxiously and was relieved to find that James sounded like a nice enough guy. He described himself as single, 22 years old, tall, dark haired, and of medium build. His description mostly matched the photograph he had attached to the email, although Cindy thought that he was being somewhat modest about his physique, which seemed lean, but athletic, although she couldn't tell for sure underneath his neatly pressed blue Armani shirt. 

James commended Cindy and her sister for being so selfless, and promised that he wouldn't press them to do anything they did not want to do. Instead, he said that while he would certainly consider it an honor to be their first lover, he would understand if they didn't think he was attractive enough, or if they didn't hit it off. Cindy scoffed. From what she could tell of his picture, he was quite handsome, and his manners were probably top notch. He even explained why he bid so high. It wasn't just that he was a letch -- although he admitted that the idea of making out with twins as beautiful as they were was a fantasy of his -- but that he had grown up in a similarly small town and had lost his high school sweetheart to another boy who attended a cross town private school which was well-known for its fabulous senior proms. He explained that his former girlfriend was a cheerleader and had met this other boy at a basketball game. He added that he learned later that she went to the game without wearing her cheer panties underneath her pleated skirt. She had gone trolling for an invitation to that prom, and had succeeded. 

Consequently, James was glad that the girls had decided to "fundraise", without prostituting themselves, exactly the opposite of what his ex had done. He promised that not only would he respect their decision, but he made the twins swear that they wouldn't do anything they didn't want to, just because he put up the money. He explained that just like them, he had a reputation to protect. He had graduated from college a year early, and had become a dot com millionaire less than a year later, drawing the attention of the local and national press, and he didn't want to gain a reputation for using his wealth to "buy" teenage girls for sex. Nonetheless, he concluded, he had the means, and because he had missed his own prom, he was only too glad to help.

Cindy gushed. She knew there was a chance that he was snowing her, but it all sounded reasonable. And if it was true, this was the perfect guy. She had been afraid that the winner would be some old guy, blowing his family's savings on a mid-life crisis. How could she accept that kind of money? But now, she didn't have to face that dilemma.

Sara came up behind her at the computer and was reading James's email over Cindy's shoulder. "He's perfect!" Sara gushed, her face beaming with excitement.

"He's mine," Cindy warned, getting up from her seat so that she could go take a shower and get ready. Sara was taken aback. She had never seen her sister so possessive before, except, she realized, when it had come to Dana's affections. 

"I'm going to go get ready," she said tersely. "Tell him that we'll be in touch, and then send him the movie we just made. I think he'll enjoy it."

Sara huffed, her competitive instincts brewing just beneath the surface. Thinking about their comparative roles in the video, she knew that Cindy came off better than she did. She stared at their date's photo. He is kinda cute, she found herself thinking, and rich. But it was then that the light bulb went on. Sara realized that even though James was attractive, if he wasn't a multi-millionaire, Cindy probably wouldn't have fought her over him. Sara recognized that Cindy probably saw him as her ticket out of town. Whereas Sara might be pretty and popular now, she still had college to look forward to. But all Cindy really had going for her was her looks. Dana, too. 

Suddenly, Sara felt a little sorry for her sister. Sara knew that as the "smart one", she would go on to a good college, and probably end up with a professional degree after that, whereas Cindy would probably have to rely on her good looks to find herself a husband who could provide for her. As a result, Sara decided to give her "big sister" a pass. She could have him, as long as she shared.

Sara emailed the videos and told him that the videos were brand new, and that it was a special "thank you" from the three of them. He immediately wrote back, thanking her for the special videos, even though he couldn't have possibly downloaded and viewed them yet, and told her that she should call him "Jim". James was too formal. He added that he would be in contact with them later about the details for the prom, but that in the meantime he had already wired the money to Cindy's eBay account, along with an extra $6,000 for the girls to split, to cover their dresses, shoes, hair, makeup and other incidentals.

When the girls received Jim's email, they all screamed and went wild, jumping and dancing around the room. They did it again when they checked Cindy's eBay account and found that all the money was really there. This was going to be the best porn, er..., prom ever.

The three girls finished getting ready, heady with excitement. They rushed into Mrs. C.'s mini van, all smiles and giggles. It was more than an hour's drive to the "local" upscale shopping mall, but the time and roads passed quickly. Along the way, the girls tried to disguise their conversation, but Mrs. C. was able to piece together that they had a winning suitor, and that the prom was a definite "go." 

Once they reached the mall, Mrs. C. gave her daughters a $500 spending limit, not knowing about their larger budget. Dana had a much smaller budget, but she wasn't concerned because she knew that the twins would share their newfound wealth. The three girls decided not to tell Mrs. C. about the extra money, because, after all, how could they, when they were all still pretending that she didn't know about the Cinderella package?

Mrs. C. and the three schoolgirls went straight to the bridal and formal wear shop. They were glad they were there early. Because they had just posted the good news on the web site, there were only a few girls shopping for their prom formals. Most of their classmates had decided to wait to see where the prom was going to be held before making their purchases. As a result, Cindy, Dana and Sara had a large selection of dresses to choose from. Like most modern boutique shops, the girls would register their gown selection and which prom(s) they were going to be used for, so that no one else would show up in the same dress.

As Mrs. C. browsed the mall on her own, the three girls headed straight for the back of the store where the formal ball gowns were. Pouring over the racks, the girls alternately fawned over and scorned the various offerings. It wasn't long before a thin, young, fashionably dressed sales girl appeared in their midst. Standing a polite 5 or 6 feet behind the girls, "Jasmine" silently waited with her hands folded in front of her for the trio of friends to notice her in the surrounding mirrors. 

When they finally did, the girls immediately calmed themselves down, not realizing until then how loud they had gotten in their frenzied excitement. Jasmine smiled warmly, silently reassuring them that -- yes, your behavior was a little out of line, but you're still the boss in this place, and I'm here to help you choose the perfect dress. 

"I'm Jasmine," she said, offering her soft, manicured hand out limply. "Thank you for visiting us. May I be of any assistance to you ladies?" 

"Uhh...yeah," Cindy stammered, taking Jasmine's hand in her own. She was impressed at how soft and elegant it was. It made her think of sex just by touching it. Jasmine's subtle hint of perfume didn't hurt, either. "We're, uh, here to look at your prom dresses."

"Yes, of course," Jasmine smiled. "We've been expecting you." The three girls shot each other furtive glances. "In fact," she added, "I've taken the liberty of specially arranging some ensembles for you. Cindy, Sara, Dana, if you ladies would please take a seat," she said, politely motioning to an immaculate pair of matching white sofas. 

The three girls stared at each other again with wide eyes, their mouths agape, as they silently took their seats. Standing in front of them, Jasmine turned elegantly and smiled, holding her arms out slightly to the side, palms up, as though showing off a new car at an auto show, but with a lot more class.

Seeing their shocked expressions, Jasmine thought she better explain. "Yes, of course I know who you three are," she said, stepping closer and assuming a less formal pose, bent over and talking to them as though telling them a confidence. "You three are going to make me a lot of money in the next few weeks."

"You see, I'm the owner here," she whispered and winked, smiling prettily.

Sara and Dana stared at each other, each struggling to suppress their laughter. But, as Jasmine had been staring straight at her, Cindy remained drawn in by Jasmine's pervasive charm and charisma. Jasmine, of course, had perfected her sales persona almost as well as she had perfected her passion for fashion and her mind for business. She was only 27, but she had already completed college with a double major in fashion and marketing, and had pointedly moved to the Midwest to fill a fashion void. Staying out of the city center helped keep overhead low, and drew on her customers' competitive spirit of finding a pearl in the oyster that no one else knew about. She had a presence on the Web and her shop quickly became the place of choice for upper class mid-westerners and young up-and-comers wanting to jump social ladders. The only thing she regretted was, being Asian, she often felt out-of-place in the Midwest, though this had diminished as her reputation grew among those in the know.

"Anyway," she announced a little more loudly, clearing her throat and standing back upright and assuming the pose of a well-practiced professional model. "Like I said, I've taken the liberty of arranging a few different looks for each of you, based on what I know about you." She smiled wryly, but only for a moment. 

"There's no commitment, yet," she joked, "so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. If you have any questions, just ask. Don't be shy or bashful. This is all about you and making you even more beautiful than you are now for your big night."

As she was speaking, an assistant came by with a silver tray of cheese and crackers and poured them each a tall sparkling glass of champagne, which bubbled beautifully in the tall, chilled, champagne flutes. 

"Let's begin, then, shall we?" As soon as she finished speaking, three girls appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. Each was of the same build and hair color as one of the three school girls. They were all beautifully adorned in elegant prom dresses, with matching shoes, clutch bags, and complimentary jewelry. Cindy, Sara and Dana immediately recognized their own individual styles in the outfits worn by their respective models, and they beamed and squealed with excitement. 

Jasmine was good at what she did. Some said she was the very best. She knew one day she would eventually sell her store to someone capable of carrying on, so she could move to New York or Paris, or both, but for now, she loved watching the expressions on her clients' faces when she introduced them to high fashion.

Jasmine's assistant handed Sara, Cindy and Dana a small notepad, so that they could jot down notes on what they liked, and didn't like about the various offerings as Jasmine explained each dress in turn. It took approximately 20 minutes to go through the first series of dresses. When they were finished, the three models were dismissed to go into the back room and change into their next dress. While the models were changing, Jasmine fielded questions from the three girls and asked her own, trying to get a better feel for their individual personalities, and their likes and dislikes.

The second set of dresses was not as impressive as the first. This, of course, was also as planned. The idea was to give the girls something on which to practice their new critical skills. The third set of dresses was even worse. And by this time, Dana had already started to lose interest. Instead, her wandering eye had landed on a boy who had obviously been dragged to the woman's shop by his girlfriend. They must have attended a different school, because Dana didn't recognize either of them. Growing more and more bored by the minute, Dana noticed that he was paying more attention to the group of 7 girls, than he was to his girlfriend, so she decided to play with him a little.

Readjusting herself in her seat so that she was directly facing him, Dana sucked the end of her pen into her mouth while she crossed and uncrossed her long legs beneath her short skirt. Dana smiled seductively at him across the room, enjoying the young man's struggle to watch what she was doing while pretending to be attentive to his girlfriend.

But the boy wasn't the only one to notice what was going on. Jasmine caught on to Dana's antics from near the moment they began, since she had been carefully observing all three girls and measuring their unspoken reactions to the different dresses and ensembles. Watching the boy's expression in the mirror as Dana parted her legs and slowly pulled up on the hem of her already too short skirt, Jasmine had to struggle to suppress a raucous grin. She knew from monitoring their website that these girls were wild, but she didn't expect Dana to be quite so brazen. Being focused on fashion, beauty, and sex appeal, Jasmine knew how powerful sex could be. And having spent so much time around so many thin, beautiful, sexual girls in her fashion classes, Jasmine had frequently found herself bedding her classmates and sometimes even the paid models, so she found it almost as difficult as the young man in the store to look away from the sexy siren.

It wasn't long until Cindy, too, figured out what was going on. Cindy had been watching Jasmine almost as closely as Dana had been watching the anonymous boy. Cindy had been drawn to Jasmine from the very first moment when she had touched her hand. She wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to stroke her soft skin, as she made her way down her body.

Noticing Jasmine's distraction, Cindy had looked in the direction of Jasmine's wayward gaze. Following her eyes, Cindy saw the source of all the attention. Dana's bare pussy, exposed for all the world to see beneath her short skirt. Cindy smiled. She had forgotten that Dana had surrendered her underwear to her mother earlier that afternoon. 

But Jasmine, Cindy, and the handsome teenager, weren't the only ones to have noticed what was going on. Dana's model, Elizabeth, who was a fan of Cindy's website, and who was deliberately playing up to Dana, inasmuch as her commission was riding upon a large sale, was quick to observe Dana putting herself on display. Intrigued by the possibilities, Elizabeth found herself growing flush as her heart began to beat more quickly, pumping blood to her mons.

Suddenly, Jasmine broke the silence. "Models, why don't we show these young ladies our final outfits?" The models glanced nervously at each other, then at the rest of the customers in the store. Sensing their hesitation, Jasmine gently admonished them. "Come on now, ladies, your customers are waiting. Like we practiced."

Correctly surmising who was the boss, the three young models sauntered over to their customers and stood in front of them. "It hasn't been so long ago that I went to my senior prom," Jasmine announced, assuming a professional aire, "and everyone knows that what a girl chooses to wear underneath her formal is just as important as the gown itself. Ladies...?"

Just then, the three models began slowly unzipping their dresses. Having practiced doing this in the confines of the private back showroom, they didn't reveal any nervousness at all. They were each gorgeous in their own right, and weren't ashamed of putting themselves on display. After all, it was no different than the skimpy bikinis they wore to the lake.

Sara, Cindy and Dana looked bug-eyed at each other, trying to suppress their teenage giggles. But as the models stepped in closer, the three girls sat still in their seats, staring at the models. The models were staring right back at them, in as much an effort to play the part of seductress, trying to lend realism to how it might happen on prom night, as they were trying to avoid the stares of the other gawking customers in the store.

Jasmine had sauntered around behind the models, slowly helping each of them out of their clothes, unzipping zippers, undoing buttons, and taking custody of their prom gowns as the girls shed them. Sara's model was dressed most "innocently", wearing a sexy satin camisole which shone like spun silver as she gently swayed her body. Lifting up the short hem which had been dancing playfully around her thighs, Evangeline revealed a matching pair of tiny silver satin panties, daringly cut in front and barely more than a g-string in back. 

"Evangeline," Jasmine interrupted, standing in front of Evangeline as her back was turned to Sara, lifting up the back of her camisole so that Sara could get a good look at her backside. "Don't forget, your stockings don't go with your camisole. Take them off, please." 

Evangeline turned around, wearing a broad smile. They had obviously practiced this routine. Stepping closer to Sara, Evangeline planted her foot on the seat next to Sara, and began to roll down her flesh-colored stockings. 

"I let the girls choose what types of undergarments to wear, based on what types of gown they were wearing, and based on what they thought would match your personalities. It helps to get them in tune with the client."

"Evangeline, why don't you explain to Sara why you chose what you did?"

"I chose a medium length satin camisole, with delicate spaghetti straps," she explained, while Sara was helping her unto the straps on her high heeled shoe so Evangeline could take the stocking off of her foot, "because it's something a young bride would wear on her honeymoon. It's innocent...young...playful..." she lowered her voice to a soft whisper, bringing down her now bare leg and putting up the other. "But at the same time, it's soft, sexy, and smooth, and quietly begs to be touched." Evangeline smiled, as she felt Sara's nervous fingers fumbling with the clasp on her other shoe. 




The Prom Date Ch. 06



"And when you're ready to be touched," she continued, taking her stocking off her foot, and tossing it into Sara's lap, before straddling it on her knees, "your man will know it. And when he touches you," she leaned over and whispered in her ear, "it'll feel like nothing you've ever felt before." 

"Try it," she whispered, lingering by Sara's ear and softly kissing her cheek when she felt Sara's arm moving between her legs. "Touch me."

Sara did as she was told, and was nearly blown away at how soft the fabric was. Her middle finger slid easily up against Evangeline's crotch, and as she slowly rubbed it between her crease, she was instantly rewarded with a flood of cunt juice coating her finger. It felt for both of them like she wasn't wearing any panties at all anymore. 

"Thank you, Eveann," Jasmine said, holding out her hand for Evangeline to take, in order to lead her off the seat and onto her own feet again. Evangeline kissed Sara's cheek again then allowed herself to be led back into standing position in front of her customer.

"Next, we have Linda, modeling for Cindy. Linda?"

"I, too, am wearing white," Linda announced unnecessarily, "in honor of your first." Clad in a lacey white bra and matching v-cut panties and garter belt, still attached to her white pantyhose, she looked like a stripper. "But unlike your sister, I thought that there was no need to beat around the bush. That's your date's job. This little outfit says I'm in control here, and We're gonna do things my way. I'm here for only one reason, and you better be able to give it to me, again and again." Linda, too, had ended up straddling her customer's lap, but unlike Evangeline, she wasn't interested in trying to seduce her partner. Instead, Linda had aggressively grabbed hold of Cindy's wrists, and was holding them up against the back of the seat as she snaked her body in front of her. 

"Thank you, Linda," Jasmine said. "Elizabeth?" 

Elizabeth's outfit was the wildest of them all. She was decked out all in red. While the others were presenting, Elizabeth had slipped on blood red high heeled shoes to match her criss-crossed red stockings. She was wearing a red strapless bra with lace fringes, and matching crimson panties, with lacey garters. 

"This outfit was made for girls like us," she said. "I would suggest changing into it right after the first dance, and covering it up with a tight red leather mini skirt and matching halter. When you make your reappearance, everyone in the room will lust after you. Teachers, students, boys, and girls. This outfit says, I could do you all, and I just might."

Elizabeth stood in front of Dana and struck a pose, with her legs spread wide apart. "And the best part about this little number, is that it comes with accessories." Elizabeth reached down the inside of her left thigh and pulled out a shiny silver vibrator from a red leather pouch strapped to her upper thigh. "This part is optional of course, but I highly recommend it," she said, holding it out for Dana's inspection.

"Thank you, I think I will try it," Dana said.

Then, as they all watched, Dana reached out and took the vibrator from Elizabeth's hand. It was heavy, and made of high quality thin metal. She twisted the base and it hummed angrily to life. Dana spread her legs and raised the hem of her short skirt, exposing her bare pussy to Elizabeth. Lowering the silver vibrator between her legs, Dana rubbed the tip on her clit. She closed her eyes and smiled, knowing that everyone in the store was probably watching her at the moment, wondering if she was going to....At that moment, Dana tilted the silver tool at an angle and slowly inserted the rounded tip into her pink hole. Withdrawing it briefly, Dana reinserted the tip inside her pussy, methodically working it in and out of herself as she closed her eyes and allowed her mouth to fall open. 

After about twenty or thirty seconds passed, Dana opened her eyes and withdrew the vibrator from between her cunt lips. Crossing her long legs, she smiled suggestively over at the increasingly desperate young man staring at her from across the room as she raised the tip to her mouth, sucking it clean. Dana stood up, and Elizabeth instinctively took a step back. 

Once again, Jasmine broke the silence. "How forgetful of me. Dana, please let me introduce you to Elizabeth. She agreed to model your dresses this afternoon. I tried to hire models that matched your body type so that you can get a better idea of how the dresses will look on you. What do you think, Dana, does she remind you of anyone?" 

Dana slinked forward without taking her eyes off of Liz's. She stood in front of her, then sauntered around behind, standing so close to her that Liz could feel Dana's body heat. 

"I'm not sure," Dana said, gathering up two handfuls of Liz's long brown hair and tucking it over her left shoulder, exposing her long youthful neck. Dana reached out and put her hands high onto Liz's thin waist, sliding them down so that they came to rest on her narrow hips. "That seems about right," Dana said, slowly moving her hands forward, so that they caressed Liz's flat stomach, still holding the silver vibrator. 

All eyes were on her now. The bored boyfriend had maneuvered himself closer, pretending to search his way through the circular racks while his girlfriend was in the dressing room. Cindy had gotten up out of her chair and was standing next to Jasmine as they watched Dana's hands wander aimlessly over Liz's stomach and hips. Dana felt Liz lean back into her, tilting her head slightly to the left, exposing her neck to Dana's soft lips.

"You have a nice body," Dana whispered, pressing her cheek just behind Liz's ear, "it feels a lot like mine," she purred. "But I think you wear a slightly larger cup size than I do," she suggested, cupping Liz's full breasts with both hands and running her fingers into the valley that lay between them. Using her thumbs and forefingers to pull on Liz's hard nipples through her bra, Dana planted a soft kiss on Liz's exposed neck. Liz sighed deeply and leaned back further, reaching her own hands behind her so that they rested on Dana's outer thighs, right where her short skirt came to an end, raising it slowly. 

In that moment, Jasmine folded her arms into her chest and casually leaned her body to the left and behind, so that the back of her arm came into contact with Cindy's. Cindy got the message and pressed back, both of them acting as though nothing was going on between them as they continued to watch the show.

Dana, looking back and forth between Cindy and Jasmine and the young man shopping with his girlfriend, turned her head and kissed Liz softly on her exposed neck. Liz let out a soft guttural moan and began slowly moving her hands up Dana's thighs, raising the hem of her skirt higher and higher as Dana continued kissing and nibbling on her neck, growing more and more passionate with each passing second.

"Okay, ladies, that's enough," Jasmine announced in a loud, managerial voice, which softened an instant later. "Why don't we retire to the back room and see if there's anything else these three young ladies wish to see?" she suggested with a sly smile.

Dana and Elizabeth quickly agreed. Elizabeth spun around and caught Dana off-guard, wrapping Dana in her arms and pulling her tight as she kissed her hungrily. It didn't take long for Dana to give in, kissing Elizabeth back with equal passion. 

While they kissed, groping each others' nubile bodies, Sara stood up and stepped towards the young models for the two twins. Taking an embarrassed, giggling girl on each arm, they marched towards the back room, following behind Elizabeth and Dana, with Jasmine and Cindy bringing up the rear, walking hand in hand. Before they disappeared from sight, however, Dana turned to look over her shoulder at the wayward boyfriend, and curled a finger in his direction, motioning for him to join them. When Jasmine saw what she had done, she turned to make eye contact with the jealous young man, smiled, and motioned with a jerk of her head that it would be okay if he followed.

Not unexpectedly, instead of tagging along like an excited puppy, the poor guy had a tortured expression on his face. Looking from the exiting girls to the dressing rooms where his girlfriend was still changing, Dan was pained and conflicted. 

Dana stopped short, and looked back at Jasmine. Jerking her head to the side, in the direction of the dressing rooms, Dana silently asked for, and received, Jasmine's permission to change the venue. They smiled at each other, then Dana tugged a bewildered Elizabeth in the new direction.

Meanwhile, Sara and the two models kept walking towards the rear dressing room, with Jasmine and Cindy following suit, silently reassuring her with a firm grip on her hand and a soft stroke with her thumb. 

Dana and Elizabeth swept into one of the two large dressing chambers in the back of the narrow aisle. Dan walked up to the changing room attendant a few seconds behind them. He had to do some fast talking to get past the dressing room attendant, explaining that his girlfriend had texted him and wanted his opinion on her dress. Once inside the passageway, he was glad to find that the doors to the last two dressing rooms were unlocked and slightly ajar. He was about to peek inside, when, just then, his girlfriend came out of her dressing room. Surprised to see him standing in the hallway, she was at first suspicious, but accepted his explanation that he was getting bored standing outside by himself, and that he had been getting weird looks from the other patrons, thinking him to be in the store by himself trying to catch his jollies. 

When asked, Dan gave his approval for what his girlfriend was wearing, but then astutely commented that he wasn't sure, but that he thought the cut of her gown was popular last year based on old prom photos he had seen. He wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but he knew that it would cause her at least another desperate hour and a half of searching for a completely different dress. 

Sure enough, his girlfriend gave a worried look at herself in the mirror, and even though she had only moments before been looking approvingly at herself, she now went scurrying back into the sales floor, still dressed in her once-favored gown, too desperate to waste any time changing back into her street clothes. 

As soon as she left the area, Dan slipped down the hall and peeked inside the open door. His heart raced. Dana was standing behind Elizabeth, cupping her naked breasts and kissing and nibbling on her neck. Elizabeth's red bra had been pushed down below her breasts, just above her flat stomach. Dana had deliberately maneuvered Elizabeth around so that she faced the open door while Dana continued groping her outstanding breasts from behind. Elizabeth was a little embarrassed about being fondled in an open doorway. She tried closing her eyes, vainly trying to steal some privacy, as Dan appeared wide-eyed from around the corner. But it was no use. She couldn't concentrate. Turning around, Elizabeth and Dana kissed sultrily, Dana's hands running up and down Elizabeth's back expertly undoing the bra clasp, their kisses interrupted only long enough for Elizabeth to pull Dana's top up over her head and toss it to the ground. They kissed some more, each working their hands over the others' hips, trying to undress her partner.

Dan remained in the doorway, gawking, wondering just how far these two girls were going to go, and how much they were going to let him watch. At first, he thought they were twins, they looked so much alike. Same body type, same hair, same sexual preferences. But as he continued to stare, he realized that they were very different.

Dan looked down the hall, making sure that no one was watching, and when he turned back, Dana had hooked her thumbs under the hem of Elizabeth's tight fitting panties, pulling it down over her hips. Dana smiled at him, then quickly turned Elizabeth back around so that she was once again facing Dan. 

Elizabeth rolled her eyes in protest, but compliantly allowed herself to be publicly manhandled as part of the price of making love to Dana. Ever since Elizabeth had seen Dana on the twins' website, she knew she had to have her. They looked so much like, and shared so much in common, that she was even sometimes mistaken for her. And now it was finally about to happen. As Dana pushed Elizabeth's panties over her hips and down her long legs, Elizabeth closed her eyes again, trying to lose herself in Dana's soft kisses, strong arms and searching hands which edged closer and closer to her swollen pussy.

Dana was enjoying herself, too. This girl looked so much like herself, that she was pretending that they were actually related. Twin sisters, fraternal perhaps, finally fulfilling their long-suppressed desire for each other, just as she imagined Cindy and Sara might someday do.

Elizabeth sighed deeply and leaned back into Dana, spreading her legs apart to give Dana's hands easier access between her thighs. Dana lightly stroked Elizabeth's cleft as she continued kissing her on the neck. Elizabeth raised her hands up and reached behind her neck, softly caressing Dana's face. Elizabeth purred when she felt her pink lips finally being parted open by Dana's two fingers. From the doorway, Dan could see that Elizabeth was already wet. Her pink inner cunt lips sparkled in the bright artificial light, and a thin sticky strand spread between her inner lips.

Elizabeth lowered her right hand, placing it over Dana's, trying to guide Dana's fingers to stroke her clit. As she did, Dana reached around with her left hand to cup Elizabeth's breast and pull on her hard nipple. Elizabeth inhaled sharply and put her left hand over Dana's, squeezing her breast while Dana worked her fingertips in a tight circle over her clit, all without taking her eyes off of Dan who was watching helplessly from the open doorway.

Dan heard a complaining voice outside and had just managed to position himself back by his girlfriend's empty dressing room when she reappeared down the hallway, clutching at least six new ball gowns in her hands. That ought to take her a while, he said confidently to himself. "Try them all on, then let me see which one you like best, okay? It'll be quicker than trying to get me to see all of them. I might even go down to the food court and get us something to drink." 

His girlfriend looked at him skeptically, but dashed into the dressing room, slamming the door behind her. She was still in too much of a panic to be bothered by what Dan was saying. She was going to choose the dress, after all; not him. She didn't really care which one he liked. As soon as the door was closed, Dan scrambled back down the hall. Aw, fuck! he grumbled. The dressing room door was closed. He stepped closer and turned his head, listening intently. He could still hear the two girls kissing and running their hands all over each other's naked bodies. Taking a chance, he decided to try the door. -- Maybe it was unlocked. -- But before he could grab the handle, the door burst open and four arms reached out and pulled him inside. He couldn't believe what was happening. One moment he was outside in the hallway, and the next he was being pushed up against the dressing room wall, two hot nearly naked babes kissing him roughly and stripping him naked. His mind raced and analyzed the situation. -- Was there enough time? What if he got caught? How could he explain his way out of this one? -- But when he felt the two pair of perfect, naked breasts pushing up against him, the answer was simple. -- Fuck it. He would never get a chance like this again. 

Freed of his inhibitions, Dan reached down with both hands and groped Dana's and Elizabeth's firm asses. Dana was still wearing her short little skirt, but it didn't take him long to work his hand underneath it. He struggled to crane his neck down and to the side so that he could take one of their young breasts into his mouth, but the two girls had different plans. Without uttering a word, Dana and Elizabeth quickly removed Dan's shirt and began lowering themselves down his body, kissing his chest and ticklish stomach on the way to their knees. Dan could hardly believe what was happening as the two girls began undoing his belt and opening his jeans. Looking down at them, his eyes met Dana's beaming back up at him, while Elizabeth kept on doggedly working at his button fly. He didn't say a word as they both began tugging on his jeans and underwear, pulling them down around his ankles. His swelling cock bounced out and both girls immediately swarmed it. Elizabeth had the pole position and pressed her advantage, grabbing hold of his flesh stick and kissing its meaty head. As she ran her soft tongue back and forth along the underside of his tip, Dan's cock became fully erect, slowly pushing its way between her thin lips. Elizabeth looked up at him and smiled when she realized how large he was, opening her mouth and taking him in deeper. In the meantime, Dana was still trying to force her way in, kissing and sucking on Dan's shaft and balls while Elizabeth gave him a blow job.

Soon enough, Liz withdrew her lips from Dan's sloppy cock with a loud puckering "pop" and let Dana take over for a while, which she did enthusiastically. Liz made a show of wiping up the stray spittle on her chin and lips and sweeping them back into her mouth with her finger, then leaned over to kiss Dana on her cheek. Dana got the message and momentarily released Dan's cock, turning to French kiss Elizabeth inches away from Dan's spit-shined tool. When they returned to his cock, Dana and Elizabeth were giggling as they both began running their soft lips up and down the sides of his shaft. Dan groaned, feeling two pairs of lips on his cock at the same time. Occasionally, one or the other girl would come around the top and take his head into her mouth, sucking on his cock for a few strokes, before letting the other take over.

After a few minutes of this, Dan was eager to get on with it. He knew that if he stood any chance of not getting caught, he had to be quick...but not too quick. He bent over and guided both girls to their feet. They giggled, proud of their abilities to seduce this stranger away from his girlfriend who was only two doors down the hall. Dan turned Dana around and searched for her zipper. Finding none, with Dana's and Elizabeth's help, he pushed her skirt over her narrow hips and watched them fall down her long legs. He wanted both girls completely naked, with the exception of Elizabeth's hot stockings and garter; she could keep those! As Dana stepped out of her skirt, Elizabeth sat on the plush bench that was pushed up against the wall of the dressing room. She leaned back against the wall and Dan knelt between her spread legs and quickly went to work. Parting her cunt lips with his fingers, Dan sampled her juicy hole with his tongue, then attacked her pussy and clit with his mouth. Elizabeth spread her legs wider and closed her eyes. Moments later, she opened them again, surprised to feel two tongues working her pussy. Dana had crawled up next to Dan and both sets of mouths and tongues were tickling and probing her pussy. Elizabeth squealed and giggled, cupping her breasts and pulling on her own nipples, throwing her head back and spreading her legs even wider.

It didn't take long before Dan had his fingers inside her tight little box, finger fucking her and nibbling on her tiny clit. Dispossessed, Dana stood up and, after sucking on Elizabeth's nipples, stepped up onto the bench, straddling Elizabeth's face as she faced the wall. 

Liz immediately began returning favors. It was obvious now, if not before, that this wasn't her first lesbian encounter. Liz quickly had Dana dancing and moaning from her perched position atop Liz's face. Dan couldn't see what was going on, but he could tell from the way that Dana was hunched over and the way her thighs were twitching that Liz must have been working hard on her clit with her mouth and tongue.




The Prom Date Ch. 06



"Oh gawd," Dana rasped, looking down her flat, marbled stomach at Elizabeth's tongue sliding against her hard pink button. "That's it baby, fuck my tiny clitty," she commanded, reaching down with both hands and grabbing hold of Elizabeth's dark hair, pulling her face closer into her mound. "Fuck me with your tongue and make me cum, just like I wanted you to do the first time I saw you."

At these words, Elizabeth redoubled her efforts to make Dana cum, which was just as Dana had intended. "Oh, gawd, that feels so fucking good!" she shouted. "We should have fucking done this earlier!" Dana let go of Elizabeth's hair and grabbed her own tits, twisting hard on her nipples.

Dan looked up. He couldn't stand it anymore. Rising up to his feet, Dan kicked off his jeans and underwear and stooped low, positioning his throbbing cock at the entranceway to Elizabeth's sticky, pink pussy. He hesitated, running his cock lengthwise through her soft cunt lips, wondering what the protocol was. He usually waited for permission before sticking his cock in a girl's pussy. But then, just as he was about to speak up, he felt Elizabeth's long legs wrap around his thighs, pulling him in closer. Satisfied that he had been given the go ahead signal, he again bent at the knees and positioned his cock head at her opening, sliding in easily with one smooth motion. Elizabeth grunted and raised her legs so that the small of her back was flat on the seat, changing the angle of her gopher hole so that Dan could penetrate deeper. 

Dan couldn't believe how good she felt. Elizabeth's pussy was as smooth as silk and as tight as a fist. As he slipped inside her, it was so soft and wet that he could barely feel himself moving up against it; it was just like a second skin. "Ohh..shit!" he groaned. It felt so good being inside her that he had to force himself to pull his happy cock back after each deep plunge.

    * * * *

Meanwhile, unknown to the trio, Jasmine had guided Cindy to the security room which looked out into the changing rooms thru large two-way mirrors mounted on the far walls. Looking out at the sexy threesome, Jasmine was standing behind Cindy, kissing her neck and pulling on her hard nipples underneath her top. Turning around to face her molester, Cindy threw off her top and began kissing Jasmine hungrily as inside the dressing room, Dana stepped down from the bench and repositioned herself next to Dan, kneeling between Liz's long legs and using her long tongue to excite the juncture of Dan's cock and Elizabeth's wet pussy.

Cindy undid the delicate buttons on Jasmine's silk top and eased it over her shoulders. As Jasmine struggled with getting her small hands through the still-buttoned sleeve cuffs, Cindy reached behind Jasmine's back and undid her lacey white bra. Even though Jasmine wore a smaller sized cup and was a few years older than she was, Cindy was surprised at how firm Jasmine's breasts were. Jasmine, used to the attention that her small, but perfectly formed breasts commanded by others, slowly started rubbing her dark nipples with her middle fingers, getting them nice and hard. 

"You like my breasts?" she asked, taking Cindy's hands, kissing and sucking on her fingers seductively. "People always ask me if they're real. What do you think?" she said softly, putting Cindy's palms on her firm mounds.

Cindy reached out and cupped them. They fit perfectly in her hands, Jasmine's hard nipples pressing into the back of her palms. They were so firm that Cindy had a hard time telling if they were real or not.

"Believe me, if I were going to have them done, I'd have made them bigger," she laughed, as Cindy bent her knees and began tonguing and kissing Jasmine's hard nipples. "Mmm..." Jasmine purred, running her fingers through Cindy's long hair.

Pulling back, the two lovers kissed. Cindy's hands eagerly found and undid the zipper on Jasmine's form fitting skirt. Bending over, Cindy once again began kissing her way down Jasmine's chest as she eased Jasmine's skirt over her narrow hips, revealing Jasmine's delicate white panties which disappeared sharply between her thighs.

Standing upright, the two girls kissed again, but this time, Jasmine reached down and started undoing the clasp and zipper on Cindy's denim shorts. They were on so tight that they stayed glued to Cindy's hips even though they were fully open. As Cindy took hold of the situation, wiggling her hips and starting to push them over her narrow hips, Jasmine smiled seductively and turned Cindy around so that she was facing the two-way mirror again.

Pressing her body up against Cindy's from behind, Jasmine began kissing Cindy's neck as she lightly rubbed her nipples with her fingers. Cindy sighed, pressing her body back against Jasmine's as she gazed out through the secret window. In the dressing room, Dana had stepped off the couch, slipping back between Liz's outstretched legs, where she waited for a pause in action. When it finally, did, Cindy watched as Dana pulled Dan's cock free of Liz's pussy, and slowly sucked on Dan's hard cock, while Liz waited for her turn. 

While Jasmine's hand finally worked its way down inside her opened shorts and panties, Cindy wondered what her first time with a boy was going to be like, and whether she would be able to give him pleasure. -- I already know how to give pleasure to a girl, she smiled wryly to herself.

Cindy moaned softly as Jasmine's small hands found her pussy, her fingers dancing around her tiny clit and slipping between her soft cleft. "Mmm..." she purred. She was going to enjoy this! Cindy tried to turn around, but Jasmine kept her body pressed up against hers, her hand wedged tightly between her legs. 

As Jasmine worked a finger inside Cindy's moist pussy, Cindy tried to open her legs, but was constrained by her tight shorts and standing position. "Ungh!" she grunted, struggling to get comfortable.

"Shhh..." Jasmine soothed, continuing to stroke in and out of Cindy's tight pussy, a part of her taking delight in Cindy's struggle. But Cindy wasn't content to be dominated. Wriggling her body, Cindy managed to push her shorts and panties down her legs. As she bent over, kicking them off her ankles, Jasmine backed away and sat on the floor, leaning back against Cindy's legs. Leaning backwards, Jasmine forced her face between Cindy's legs. Cindy squealed, looking down her naked body at Jasmine's smiling face peering up at her.

Jasmine flashed her eyes and in the next instant, ran her flattened tongue up along Cindy's pink pussy. Cindy moaned, her eyes closing involuntarily. She loved getting her pussy eaten. She reached down and ran her fingers through Jasmine's long straight hair. 

Reacting to Cindy's touch, Jasmine put her whole mouth on Cindy's pussy, twisting her tongue in Cindy's cuntlips and dragging her taste buds on Cindy's clit like fine wet sandpaper. Cindy exhaled heavily and cradled Jasmine's head to her cunt mound like a newborn baby to her breast. As she did, she looked out the window into the dressing room and watched as Dana switched from Dan's cock to Elizabeth's pussy. Still projecting herself into the dressing room as a dress rehearsal for prom night, Cindy was struck by the idea of having a threesome with her twin sister. She watched attentively as Dana alternated between cock and pussy, pleasuring both of her partners. She imagined herself doing the same thing, waiting for Jim to penetrate Sara, then going down between her legs, taking his cock out of her pussy and sucking it, all as a prelude to going down on Sara. And the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was no reason why it wouldn't work.

By now, Jasmine had brought Cindy to brink of orgasm, as much from Cindy's internalized fantasy as Jasmine's adept tongue. Cindy's arms and legs spread wide, her chest pressed up against the two-way mirror, Cindy was dripping wet and panting wildly as Jasmine continued to eat her and finger her pussy from below.

Emboldened, Jasmine got up and moved back behind Cindy, giving her a slight breather as she cradled Cindy's sweaty body, cupping her heaving breasts and pulling on her rock hard nipples. Looking over Cindy's shoulder, Jasmine immediately realized what was turning Cindy on so fiercely. "You're thinking about your prom night, aren't you?" she rasped, running her hand down Cindy's backside and pushing her roughly up against the glass. 

Cindy nodded silently, staring out the window as Dana took up position between Elizabeth's legs while Dan moved behind her, penetrating Dana doggy style as Dana ate out her own luscious "twin". 

"Mmmm..." Jasmine purred in Cindy's ear. "They really look good, don't they?" she asked, running her fingers across Cindy's pussy from behind. "They could be sisters. Maybe even twins." 

"I wonder," she continued, sticking two fingers into Cindy's sticky twat from behind, "if Dana would be eating Elizabeth's pussy if they really were sisters. Something tells me that she would," she paused, kissing the nape of Cindy's neck as her fingers slowly settled into a rhythm. "I know I would," she purred, sinking her fingers deep inside Cindy's wet pussy and squirming them around, "I think it would be totally hot to fuck my sister at the prom," Jasmine said. "Just think about it, slipping your fingers inside her tight, wet, virgin pussy. Touching her soft, pink walls before she gets fucked for the very first time. Licking her clit with your tongue while she squirms on your nose and bucks against your face, begging you to make her cum while everyone watches."

"That'd be fucking hot, wouldn't it?" Jasmine rasped, withdrawing her fingers from Cindy's wet pussy and sucking Cindy's pre-cum from her dripping fingertips. "You love her don't you?" she asked, offering her fingers for Cindy to suck clean. "You're both made of the same genes aren't you? It'd be just like masturbating!" she giggled. "How can there be anything wrong with it? You can't get her pregnant. How can there be anything wrong with showing your sister just how much you love her?"

"After all," she said, stepping away from the window and reaching inside the bottom drawer of a mostly empty file cabinet in the corner of the room, "this may be your last time to show her how much you really care for her. If it wasn't for her, you guys would probably never have had a prom. She put aside your 18 years of petty bickering, and stepped up, just for you." 

As Jasmine stepped away from the cabinet, Cindy saw that she was carrying a thick, red, double-headed jelly cock in her hand. Cindy had gotten mailed one such toy from one of her admirers and knew what was coming next. She leaned up against the window and spread her legs apart, swaying her young ass back and forth, as though getting ready for a cop to frisk her.

"After prom night, you two will both go on to graduation, and then off to separate colleges. And even though you promise to keep in touch, your different experiences will slowly push you apart. You'll end up working in different cities, different states, and finally you'll both meet the men of your dreams and marry. Then divorce and remarry. But things will never be the same between you. Not like prom night," she whispered, kneeling down behind Cindy and licking her soft pink twat.

"Prom night is perfect," she cooed, "You're both dressed to kill, thanks to my dresses," she added whimsically. "You make your grand appearance with your date, and everyone in the room knows what's going to happen in less than five hours. That's all everyone is talking about. You dance together, your arms touching the small of each other's back. Your skin is on fire. You both kiss your date on the cheek, then on the mouth. Everyone in the room is staring, even the chaperones. All the boys are getting hard, and their dates are furiously jealous. But no one's harder than your date, and no one's wetter than you two..."

"UNGH!" Cindy grunted, as Jasmine pushed the large cock head inside her pussy.

"It's only 7:30 pm and the dancing's just begun, but your blood is boiling, and you can't wait until midnight. The three of you are on the dance floor, swaying to the romantic music, then you suddenly turn to your sister and take her face in your hands, kissing her hard on the mouth." As she finished her sentence, Jasmine did the same, kissing Cindy passionately, their tongues lashing wildly against each other's. 

"Sara reaches down and grabs your ass, there on the dance floor. You want to get her off the dance floor and go upstairs to your room, but the passion is too great. Neither of you can break the embrace, much less walk on your unsteady legs. You kiss her neck, moving down the middle of her chest. Her chest is heaving, and you can taste the salt on her sweating skin. Suddenly, her spaghetti strap falls off her narrow shoulder. She's not wearing a bra and when you look down, you can clearly see her naked breast and hard nipple underneath a gap in her loose fitting top. Without thinking, you go for it, pulling down her top and sucking on Sara's tight pink nipple in the middle of the dance floor while everyone stares in disbelief. Sara exhales softly and cradles the back of your head with her hands, at the same time allowing her other shoulder strap to fall down her bicep, putting her entire chest on display."

"Without skipping a beat," Jasmine whispered, slipping between Cindy and the glass, carrying the fat jelly cock in her hand, "you glide from one breast to the other. Sara's eyes are closed, but yours are wide open, measuring her every reaction to your gentle nibbles and kisses. Her breathing is slow, deep and heavy."

As Jasmine softly kissed Cindy's nipples, Cindy sighed softly and put her hands on Jasmine's hips. Staring into Jasmine's eyes, Cindy hooked her thumbs inside Jasmine's panties, easing them down over her slender hips, exposing her naked pussy. Jasmine had a small dark rectangular patch of pubic hair, cut like a landing strip leading straight to her pussy.

"The next thing you know, there are unseen pairs of hands on you and your sister, undoing your zippers and easing off your gowns, stripping you naked. But you don't care, you lean in and kiss Sara passionately, pressing your warm naked bodies together. This time, its Sara who breaks the kiss, and goes down on you. But instead of stopping at your breasts, she goes down on her knees, spreading your pink cunt lips apart with her fingers and blowing soft kisses across your open hole."

Cindy's eyes were closed as Jasmine swirled her tongue over and around her hard pink nipples, before dropping to her knees and angling the cock head at her greasy opening. Cindy opened her eyes and reached down between her legs, helping Jasmine guide the thick cock inside her channel. 

"Your knees buckle as she plants her first kiss on your pussy, squarely on your clit. You barely have time to recover before she touches the tip of her tongue to your clit, gently rubbing the underside of the sensitive button." Jasmine made good on her threat, and Cindy's knees buckled. Life imitating art, as Cindy grabbed hold of the top of Jasmine's head in an effort to steady herself. 

"Oh gawd, oh gawd," Cindy whimpered, as Jasmine's tongue ran roughly over her clit, her hand pumping the red rubber cock in and out of her juicing pussy. "Fuck me, Jasmine, fuck me..."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you, alright," Jasmine whispered, "but I want you to call me Sara." 

Cindy paused, processing the information. "I can't," she said, looking down at the beautiful slant-eyed girl kneeling between her long legs. "It's not right, she's my sister!" she protested.

"Yes, you can," Jasmine reproached, standing up with her back against the glass and leaning in to kiss Cindy on the mouth, if only to demonstrate who was in control. "There's nothing wrong with it. I used to fuck my brothers all the time."

Cindy stared at her, not believing what she had just said. "It's true," she said matter-of-factly, softly caressing Cindy's cheek. "My parents were really strict. Stricter than yours. They wouldn't let me date in high school. I had to go straight home and do my homework, and then when I was done, I had to do extra homework that my mom assigned." 

"I got so frustrated. Most of my friends were already having sex, and all the boys at school were after me, but none of them could get close enough because my parents answered the phone at home, and my brothers watched over me like hawks at school. They would always tell on me to my parents whenever they caught me getting close to a boy."

"So one night, I went into my older brother's room, and complained about how unfair it was that he got to have girlfriends, but I didn't. He just laughed and told me that it was because boys and girls were different, and that different rules applied to boys."

"But I was desperate. I tried to threaten him by saying that I would tell our parents about him and his girlfriend making out in his friend's car during lunch, but he just got angry. He said that guys have certain needs that they can't control, and that if I told our parents, he would just make up a story about me, and I would get in even bigger trouble with our parents than he did. I begged and pleaded, and told him that girls have needs too. He laughed again and said that that was the reason why our parents made him and my brother promise to watch over me. They didn't want me coming home with a white boyfriend."

"So, it'd be okay with mom and dad if I had an Asian boyfriend?" I accused. "That's so unfair!"

"Maybe so, but you know how strict they are. They don't want you getting knocked up and carrying a white baby."

"'But there are no cute Asian boys at school!' I protested, 'they're all geeks!' But he just laughed again. 'Sucks to be you,' he joked, 'Find a handsome Asian boyfriend or leave me alone. Turn off the light when you leave,' he said, rolling over in his bed, ending the subject."

"That's when I lost it. 'Sucks to be me, huh?' I said, crawling onto his bed. 'You're handsome and Asian," I said, matter-of-factly. "Seems to me that if I'm the one who has to do all the sucking around here, then I should at least get to choose who I suck.' I straddled him on the bed and whipped off my t-shirt. I was topless underneath. I wanted to show him how serious I was. I hadn't really planned on doing anything with him. I thought he would yell at me, then push me out of his room, and then maybe later cut me some slack at school, now that he knew how desperate I was."

"But he didn't. He just lay there, staring at my breasts. They were pretty awesome. I guess I never really realized how horny teenage boys can be. It was fun teasing the boys at school, but this time it was different. It was real, and for some reason, the air hung heavily in the room. He was the first boy to look at my naked breasts. I realized that my nipples were rock hard and begging to be touched, so when he didn't push me away, I decided to go to the next step and ran my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples."

"My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, and I could feel my skin getting flush. The room was dead quiet and I could hear the television news downstairs. Without saying a word, I leaned over him, letting my breasts drop down in front of his face. I wasn't sure what he was going to do, and I wasn't sure what I even wanted him to do, but when he took my left breast in his mouth, it felt incredible. I inhaled sharply. He was nibbling and sucking on my hard nipple and I was letting him do it. I had always wondered what it would feel like, since I couldn't reach them on my own, but it was better than I had ever imagined. Maybe because it was my own brother, but it was so fucking hot. He switched sides as he reached up, holding by firm breasts in his strong hands."

"Even though it kind of tickled, it made me really horny. I began rubbing up against his abdomen through the bedcovers, but that was only getting my hornier. I wanted him to kiss me and when I backed down his body, I could feel his hard cock stabbing me in the ass."




The Prom Date Ch. 07



A Kellog Serial

"Well, today's the day," Cindy said anxiously into the camera lens. Just as before, the video camera was propped up on the tripod, directed at her dressing table. Cindy was speaking to the camera in the mirrored reflection, while she put on her makeup. "Prom night. In just a few hours, our date will -- 

"Hey, what are you still doing with that thing?" Sara asked, poking her nose into her sister's bedroom.

"Get over here and say 'hello' for the camera!"

"Why are you still playing with that thing? We already got the money. You can't bring the camera with us, you know!"

"I know. I'm not playing with it. I just want to say 'thank you' to everyone who bid, and wrap everything up before we go to the prom. Now get over here and say 'goodbye'."

"Girls!" their mother yelled from downstairs. "You better start getting ready!"

"Okay, mom!" they yelled in near-unison.

Trying to avoid a fight, Sara stomped into Cindy's bedroom. "Okay, I'm here," she grunted.

"Geez, chill," Cindy scolded. "Why are you so uptight?"

"I'm not uptight," Sara replied, "I'm just nervous. And ugly," she added, looking at herself in Cindy's mirror and comparing the image against her sister's. "I don't know why I'm doing this. What if this guy just pairs up with you and leaves me all by myself? What am I supposed to do then? Dance by myself? I can't compete with you! Look at you, you're hot!"

"Sara," Cindy said reassuringly, getting up out of her chair and stepping over to where her twin sister was standing by the edge of her dressing table, "it's not a contest. We're not competing against each other." Looking over her sister's shoulder at their reflection in the mirror, Cindy took hold of her sister's hair and began to run her fingers though her long silky strands. Sara had grown it out so that it looked like Cindy's. "Neither of us is going to get left behind. We're in this together, right? Right?" she challenged.

"Yeah..." Sara mumbled, still not entirely convinced.

"That's right," Cindy reinforced. "We started this together, and we'll finish it together. We're sisters, after all. Two of a kind. The terrible twins."

"Yeah, but what if I chicken out?" Sara complained quietly. "I'm not like you.'

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cindy objected, slightly offended. "Are you calling me a slut? I'm no worse than you, you know. I've never had sex with a boy before. And after the past few weeks, I don't think you're in a position to judge..."

"No! I didn't mean that! I'm not judging you. I think you know that. In fact, I think I may be more like you than you know. Even more than I knew. It's just that, what if I chicken out? What if you chicken out? I mean, we don't even know this guy. Sure, he's got money, and the guy in the picture he sent us was kinda cute, but who knows what he's really going to look like? I mean, I've never even seen a real cock before. Have you?"

"Y-e-e-e-a-a-h," Cindy admitted grudgingly. 

"You have?! When?!" Sara gasped, demanding details.

"At the dress shop. You know that guy who was there with his girlfriend that Dana and her model picked up? Well, they went into the dressing room and Jasmine and I were watching them make out through the security glass in the next room."

"Well?!" Sara persisted.

"Well, what?" Cindy demurred. "What can I say, it looks like a lot of fun."

"Fun?! It looks like fun? That's all you have to say?"

"Well, yeah," Cindy said, trying hard to suppress a large smile. "Look. Come here," she said, pulling her sister to her bed and sitting Sara down on the edge, before getting up to adjust the camera so that it was focused on them. "You kinda like Steve, right?" Cindy asked, sitting next to her sister and taking her hands back into her own.

"Well, yeah," Sara admitted reluctantly.

"You remember what it was like, us sitting next to him in the school courtyard kissing each other in front of him, and then us kissing him together all over his face, stroking his cock through his jeans, while everyone watched and cheered?

"Yeah," Sara said cautiously, as Cindy dropped her hand into Sara's lap and adjusted herself so that she was slowly leaning up against her sister. 

"You remember how hard he got when we did that?" Cindy said softly, slowly moving her face into Sara's neck, barely brushing her skin with her nose. Sara could feel the warmth of Cindy's soft breath on her skin.

"Yeah," Sara said softly. Her eyes closed involuntarily as her entire body felt like it was being drawn into Cindy's gentle touch.

"Do you remember running your hand across it over his jeans and feeling how big it was?" Cindy rasped, running her own hand gently up and down her sister's thigh as she planted soft little kisses on Sara's neck.

"Uh-huh," was all Sara could muster, swallowing hard, as Cindy made her way beneath her raised chin, kissing the underside of her chin and down her throat.

"Didn't you want to take it out so you could touch it? Stroke it in your hand, maybe kiss it a little, then take it in between your lips, getting his soft head wet, letting it rest heavily on your tongue as you took him a little deeper, a little deeper, until your mouth was filled with his cock?"

Sara didn't answer. She couldn't. Cindy's open mouth was pressed tightly against hers. Their tongues slipped up against each other, and as they parted, Sara let out a soft, yearning, whimper that pierced into Cindy's very soul. Once separated, the two sisters gazed into each other's eyes as they delicately removed the excess moisture from their lips.

Sara closed her eyes and leaned forward. Cindy did the same, meeting mid-way. The two girls shared another long, passionate, open-mouthed kiss, pausing only long enough to breathe. Cindy was still lightly stroking Sara's thigh, and as she leaned into her sister, Cindy felt Sara start to lean backwards, drawing Cindy on top of her as they lay on Cindy's bed kissing deeply. Sara's legs parted, giving Cindy greater access to her pussy, and Cindy's hand crept upward, lingering underneath the leg opening of Sara's cotton shorts.

"Come with me," Cindy rasped. 

"Uh huh...." Sara nodded, giving in to her passion. She knew they were still on camera, but the idea of finally making love to her sister on camera, hours before the prom, seemed destined. Sara reached up to caress the back of her sister's neck and pulled her back down for another kiss before applying pressure to push her sister's face down to her chest.

"No, tonight," Cindy clarified, shaking her head lightly from side-to-side. "Come with me tonight to the prom. I can't do it by myself. We promised him twins. I need you."

Sara, taken aback by the correction, abruptly released the back of Cindy's neck, and moved up the bed, separating her body from Cindy's touch. She mistakenly thought that Cindy was suggesting a more immediate and intimate encounter.

"Is that all you..." she asked, her eyes watering and voice faltering with hurt emotion before she completed her sentence. She was feeling distinctly like Cindy had been taking advantage of her all along. Had it all been a set up?

"What..? No, Sara..." Cindy tried to console her sister, "Shhh...." she whispered, putting a finger to Sara's lips. "I --"

But Sara didn't wait for an explanation. Sara rolled in the other direction, scampering off of the bed and making for the door. 

"Sara, no! It's not like that!" Cindy called after her.

Sara paused just as she exited her sister's bedroom, but it wasn't to hear her out. "I'll go to the prom with you and your date, because I promised I would. But that's all. You and Dana can take over from there. Just leave me out of it."

"Sara..." Cindy called out again, but it was no use. Sara had disappeared down the hallway into her own room. Moments later, Cindy heard her sister's door slamming shut. 

"Shit!" Cindy swore under her breath. It was hard to tell which girl was more upset. Sara, feeling like she had been used as a pawn in her sister's grand scheme, or Cindy, still struggling to deny her desire for Sara, while trying to keep her plan in place. After all, everyone at school, including the teachers, was counting on her to pull this off. If Sara didn't go to the prom with her, then the guy might refuse to pay, and then where would they be? Who would pay off the huge debt? She certainly didn't have that kind of money. Unlike Sara, who was smart enough to go to college, probably even on scholarship, this was as far as she would go in life. Prom night was supposed to her moment to shine. It was all downhill from here. She just had to pull it off.

Cindy sat quietly in her room, replaying the morning's events. Remembering that the camera was still on, she stood up and walked over to the camera, turning off the recorder, and switching it to "play". Rewinding the memory, Cindy watched over and over as she and Sara kissed. Cindy studied her sister's movements. How they fell together so easily, and how Sara eased herself onto her back, lying prone, legs gently spread apart, drawing Cindy on top. Cindy also noticed how her hand fell naturally between her sister's thighs, caressing the soft skin as she slowly made her way up under the leg hole of Sara's shorts. She hadn't even been aware she was doing it at the time. But now, she saw how their kisses slowly deepened and how Sara thrust her chest out in response, as Cindy's hand crept closer and closer to her pussy. It's no wonder Sara was so upset, Cindy realized. "Come with me....Come with me....Cum with me..." Cindy heard herself saying over and over again on the video, along with her sister's passioned reply, "Uh huh".

"Oh, I'm such an idiot!" Cindy exclaimed, slapping her palm to her forehead. She hurried down the hall to Sara's room and stood outside the closed door, gathering her thoughts. 

"Sar?" she called out tentatively. There was no response. "Sar? I'm sorry, Sar. I'm really sorry. I didn't-- I mean, I wasn't thinking. It's not that I don't want to -- I mean, I -- it's just that-- what if someone found out?" she stammered helplessly, before falling quiet, trying to battle her emotions with reason. 

"Sara," she announced with renewed confidence and determination, "you're far more important to me than any stupid prom, and I would give it all up if you'd just forgive me. I know you've been through a lot these past couple of weeks, living more in my world than in yours. It couldn't have been easy for you. But I want you to know that I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I just, I guess I, I just wasn't thinking about how much I was asking you to do, or thinking about how it would affect us."

Cindy thought she heard Sara move up against the other side of the door. "I want you to know that I'm really, really, sorry, and I would put a stop to it all if you asked me to. No," she corrected herself, "I'm not going to make you ask me to stop it, and make you the bad guy. I'm going to put a stop to it all and call it off. I'm sorry for what I put you through." She turned to leave.

Just then the doorknob twisted and the door crept open. "No, don't." Sara said quietly. "We can't. It's too late. We'd never be able to pay everyone back, and everyone would hate us, and besides --"

"Don't worry about all that. I'll take the blame. People will understand. I'm sure I can get Jasmine to hire me to do some modeling, and maybe even give me a loan. It'll be alright. I just, I just can't--"

"And besides," Sara interrupted emphatically, "I want to do it. I was just a little nervous and confused, that's all. Maybe he's gorgeous and I end up fighting you for him, or maybe he's butt ugly and old and nobody blames us for saying no. Either way, I'm going, whether you call it off or not."

"Are you sure?" Cindy asked. "I'm serious when I said I'd put a stop to it. We'd still have a fabulous prom, and I'm sure it wouldn't take me too long to pay --"

"I'm sure," Sara said adamantly, looking her sister in the eyes.

"Thanks, Sara," Cindy said, extending her hand to softly stroke Sara's cheek. Cindy was quickly debating whether or not to lean in and kiss her. She desperately wanted to, finally realizing what a sacrifice it had been for Sara to step into her world, and loving her for it. Sara had given up her whole identity, the serious and straight-laced student, and had become more like Cindy, having lesbian and group sex. Who could blame her for being confused to the point of wanting to have incestuous sex after all she had been through? Their eyes locked, and Cindy gave in, leaning in to kiss her sister. But this time, Sara pulled backward. 

"No, don't," she said, shaking her head objectionably.

"Oh," Cindy said, taken aback by the strength of the rejection, "okay, sorry."

"Like you said, it's not a good idea."

"Y-yeah, you're right," Cindy agreed, "Sorry. I just, you know." The two girls stared at each other in silence, each wanting to say something, but not knowing what, or how. "Thanks."

"Should we get ready, then?" Sara asked, her eyes growing wet as she fought back her tears. 

"Yeah, okay," Cindy relented. She turned to walk back to her own bedroom, struggling whether or not to say anything. She knew Sara was hurting. She wanted to confess her own desires, but she still wasn't ready. It just wouldn't be right.

The hours passed, and the girls were finally ready. They had both agreed to wear the exact same style dress, even though under other circumstances, they would have killed any other girl who showed up at the prom in a dress that looked even remotely similar to the one they were wearing. They wanted to look as much like each other as possible in order to emphasize the fact that they were identical twins, even though they surely didn't need to. 

The twins had chosen a long elegant gown, white, of course, which perfectly complimented their slim figures, long legs, and narrow waists. The gowns themselves were taffeta with an empire shirred bodice and boning, and a double poufed ball gown skirt. The girls had debated whether or not to compensate for the lack of straps and sleeves with long white gloves, but decided against them, in favor of leaving their arms and shoulders bare, drawing attention to their smooth, firm, naturally radiant skin. 

Although the dress was a bit youthful and "over the top", which made Jasmine's nose crinkle at the thought of it, when they modeled the dresses in the store, Jasmine immediately saw that the style of dress was exactly what the occasion called for. It looked like a younger girl's party dress. One that a young girl might wear to a "Sweet 16" or coming out party, to make herself appear older. But when wrapped around the twin's slender but noticeably maturing bodies, the designed innocence and elegance suggested by the dress took on a whole new, and far more powerful, meaning. "I'm still daddy's little girl, but only until midnight." The dress was formal and austere, but still playful, and most importantly, it was innocently suggestive of the concealed untouched treasures underneath.

Beneath the gowns, the two girls were topless because of the low cut in back, but they wore the panties which matched the personalized lingerie picked out by Jasmine and modeled by Evangeline and Linda. Sara wore the silver satin panty which went along with her silver satin chemise with crisscrossing spaghetti straps in back, and Cindy wore her white lacey French-cut panty with matching garter and stockings. If they weren't concealed by the long gown, Cindy's stockings and garter belt, were, perhaps, the best way to tell them apart, since they were otherwise outwardly identical.

The two sisters had packed the rest of their undergarments, a change of clothes, their toiletries and make up, the video camera (just in case!) and an odd assortment of adult toys into two small overnight bags. They were ready, but still, understandably reticent. As they anxiously waited for their date to arrive, they each made nervous adjustments to their make up, hair, and gowns. With about half-an-hour to go, their mother popped into Sara's room. 

"Are you okay?" she said quietly, standing behind her daughter and primping her hair, but generally doing more harm than good. "You know, Sara, you don't have to do this." 

"I know, mom."

"I can't say that I'm surprised about your sister getting herself into something like this, but you were--"

"Don't say that, mom," Sara interrupted, looking straight into her mother's eyes reflected in the mirror. "Cindy might not get as good grades as I do, but she's really a good person. Cindy's looked ahead, and sees that this might be as good as it gets, so she's going to make the most of it. I can't say that I blame her. I'd do the same thing, if I were her."

"But you're not her," her mother reminded her. "You have a lot going for you. Cindy does, too. She just hasn't discovered that yet, but I think she's close. And I think you had a lot to do with that."

"Thanks," Sara said, relaxing. It was nice to have an "adult" conversation with her mother. "You may be right about Cindy finding herself. I think she's going to ask the owner of the dress shop if she can work there after graduation. She might even make a career out of it. I know the owner really likes her. But," she added, "Cindy's helped me find out a lot about myself, too."

"I know," her mother said quietly, lowering her head and trying to suppress a wry smile. "That's good, too." She continued primping Sara's hair, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. "Just promise me you won't do --"

"--Do anything you wouldn't do?" Sara asked, finishing her mother's thought, even as they both knew that her mother had been pretty wild in her younger days.

"No," her mother said, smiling at her daughter's willful irony. "Trust yourself. Don't do anything YOU wouldn't do." Her mother leaned over and hugged Sara's shoulders from behind.

"Thanks, mom," Sara said. "I won't." Her mother gave her an air-kiss on the side of her cheek, not wanting to muss up her daughter's makeup, smiled at her one last time in the mirror, then turned and walked out of her bedroom, heading over to Cindy's room.

"I know, mom," Cindy sighed dramatically, her shoulders dropping, as her mother appeared in the reflection of her bedroom doorway. "I'll be good, I'll stay out of trouble, I'll look after Sara."

"Thank you," her mother said, stepping up behind Cindy as she had just done with Sara, "but that's not why I'm here." Cindy looked back at her skeptically, still anticipating a lecture on how she should be more like Sara.

"What do you want, then?" 

"I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you."

"Proud?!"

"Y-y-y-yeah," her mother hemmed, mocking her own reluctant admission. She put her hands on Cindy's bare shoulders, massaging them lightly. "You know that I wasn't an angel growing up. In fact, you remind me of myself when I was growing up." The two women looked at each others' reflection in the mirror. "Well, maybe not exactly."

The two women laughed, breaking the tension. "I think I would probably fall somewhere between you and Sara. Probably closer to you than to Sara, even though you've definitely did a lot of things that I --"

"Mommm..." Cindy complained.

"Oh, sorry," her mother recovered. "I guess what I'm trying to say, is..." 

"Don't worry, mom. I know," Cindy interrupted, patting her mother's hand. "And don't worry, I won't do anything you wouldn't have done. Which isn't saying a whole lot," she joked.

"I know, that's what I'm worried about!" she joked back.

"But you turned out okay. We could have done a whole lot worse." 

The two women shared a teary eyed look reflected in the mirror, then comfortably reassured, Cindy's mother patted her daughter on the shoulder then turned to leave. 




The Prom Date Ch. 07



"And don't worry, mom, I'll look out for Sara," Cindy called, watching her mother's back as she headed out into the hallway.

"Thanks, dear. Take care of each other," she said, disappearing down the hall into her bedroom to wait. Under the circumstances, she didn't think it was appropriate for her to greet her daughters' date at the door and take the traditional prom pictures.

Twenty minutes later, a large, white, stretch limousine pulled up to the curb in front of the house. It was the largest and most elegant car any of them had ever seen. Their date would later explain that he had to have it flown in, because there wasn't anything like it available locally. All the women in the house ogled down at the car from their bedroom windows, waiting anxiously for their first peek at the now infamous "Mr. Jim Nye".

A passenger-side door behind the driver's compartment opened, and the hearts of all three women started pumping as hard as though they had just run a full marathon. 

"Oh shit!"

"Oh fuck!"

"No fucking way!"

The women exclaimed, as they got their first glimpse of the elderly man who exited from the car. He must have been in his early seventies. The girls' mother was just about to dash downstairs to put a stop to this. "The nerve of that lecherous old man!" when the smartly dressed man turned and walked to the rear of the car, opening a door that was so well-concealed by the automaker that none of them had managed to notice that it was even there before. The elderly man, they all instantly realized, was just the butler.

Fervent anticipation set in again, as their real date stepped out into the early afternoon sun lit street. Their hearts leapt. It was the same guy in the photo he sent earlier. He wasn't Robert Redford gorgeous, but he wasn't a Bill Gates computer geek, either. Dressed in a tailor made white tuxedo which the girls knew would perfectly match their gowns, he looked perfectly handsome. Mrs. C's and Cindy's nipples grew hard as he confidently strolled up to the front door, carrying two large bouquets of light pink Ecuadorian roses, perfectly complimenting the girls' gowns. He had the masculine grace of a matador, and the two girls went tearing down the stairs to be the first to meet him at the door.

After exchanging introductions and pleasantries, and insisting on meeting their mother, in order to congratulate her on raising such two fine girls, and to implicitly reassure her that the girls would be safe with him at all times, the three stepped off into the afternoon, arm-in-arm-in-arm.

The nearly two and a half hour ride to the hotel where the prom was being held was filled with excited banter, with the two girls peppering Jim with questions. How did he make his money? How much money did he have? How did he learn about the website? How much money did he have? (because he declined to answer the question the first time it was asked). Why didn't he have a girlfriend? As the ride progressed, the girls grew more and more comfortable with Jim's easy looks and quiet confidence, and it was clear to them that he was well on his way to having a good time come midnight. In fact, Cindy, sitting on Jim's right side, was having a particularly difficult time keeping her hands off of him. She was sitting so close that her body was pressing up against him as she held on to his arm. And the body heat that she was generating, wasn't only located between their two bodies. At one point, she even tried pulling his hand into her lap, but he politely demurred, maneuvering his hand back into his own lap, as though he hadn't noticed her effort.

Sara wasn't unaffected by his style, charm, and obvious wealth, either. She chastised herself for being so impressed by the obvious display of wealth, but she talked herself into believing that he didn't do it on purpose in order to seduce them with his money, but rather, he did it because that was what everyone at the prom would be expecting him to do. Deep down, he was still a small town boy who had done good with his life. Just like she wanted to do with hers.

Sitting on Jim's left, Sara couldn't help but notice that her sister was getting a little too "friendly" with their date. While Sara was trying to engage him in polite conversation, Cindy was rolled up on his arm, quietly kissing his neck, and nibbling on his ear. She had made so many attempts to slip her hand into his lap, that Jim had finally had to hold Cindy's hand. Inwardly, Sara was hoping that Cindy wasn't reading too much into their little date, thinking that she could turn it into becoming "Mrs. Nye". She wondered if she should politely apologize for her sister's behavior, but she didn't want to embarrass her. But when he took her own hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, Sara knew that she didn't have to worry. He was reading the situation the same way she was, and it made her unfailingly fall for him even more.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, Jim had his driver check in their overnight bags under his trusted butler's supervision, as they made their grand entrance. Everyone was waiting for their arrival, and as they stepped out of the car, there was a loud roar of screaming and handclapping, as flashbulbs popped incessantly, everyone wanting to capture the moment. Sara and Cindy felt like movie stars walking down the red carpet in Hollywood. Sara tried to slip her arm out of Jim's to let her sister have her moment alone -- after all, this was her idea -- but Jim wouldn't have it. He turned to her and told her in a dulled tone that she was "in it as much as he was," which she took to mean that he didn't appreciate all the attention, either. After all, she reasoned, why would he? Even though his generous "donation" had made their prom possible, Cindy was going to be looked at as the savior and he was bound to be just some rich pervert.

"Okay, I got your back," Sara told him, leaning over and giving him a spontaneous, quick, appreciative peck on the cheek, which sent the crowd into a large roar. Cindy flashed Sara a quick admonishing look, thinking that Sara was trying to upstage her -- or worse, trying to get closer to Jim than she was -- and then proceeded to do the same, kissing his other cheek. The crowd erupted again, but Jim politely put a stop to it when the crowd began yelling out for both twins to kiss him at the same time. 

"Now, now," he called out, tamping them down with outstretched arms, "Let's not get into that! I'm only here to help out. Only a few years ago, I was in the same situation you folks were. This is as much my prom, as it is yours."

The crowd erupted even louder, and the on-looking teachers and chaperones, were, for the moment at least, assuaged. Like everyone else who met Jim, either growing up, or in the business world, they were put at ease by his good natured demeanor and slightly geeky charm. He was innocent enough, they all assessed.

Some of the more predatory girls in the girls in the class were quickly conniving at how to best separate the trio in order to get at the young multi-millionaire, while others of them gathered in catty enclaves to mock how geeky the twins' date was and to profess how sorry they felt for them to get stuck with such a loser, even if he was rich.

A few minutes later, there was another loud cheer. The young couple (plus one) turned to see, and then joined in the ruckus, as Steve and Dana alighted from Steve's parent's Ford SUV, which the hotel valet soon whisked away. At last, the group was all together, and once all the preliminaries were done, signing in, getting their table assignments, taking their prom photos, alone and with friends, all of the classmates and their invited guests sat down at their tables for dinner.

Cindy and Sara took their places at their table, with Jim sitting in between them, and were soon joined by Steve and Dana, Guy and Janet, and Charlie and Allison, sitting boy-girl, boy-girl. Because the tables were arranged as rounds of ten settings, there was an empty space at the table on Cindy's left. Janet was Dana's girl-toy who helped videotape Sara's masturbation scene in the girls' locker room, and Guy was Janet's boyfriend of two years. Charlie was Guy's best friend, and his date, Allison, was a recent introduction through Janet, being Janet's cousin.

The room was buzzing with excitement throughout dinner, and the table just off center of the room was no exception. The lively group was not at a loss for topics of conversation, and even when there were lulls, being the center of attention was reason enough to spawn a renewed round of excited giggles and laughter. Charlie was perhaps the most out-of-place on the table. He was a little shy and embarrassed, and it was clear that his date, Allison, was here less for his company than for the reflected attention of being nearby the thrill seeking twins. In contrast, Guy and Steve were already sporting massive hard-ons from the constant attention of their dates' hands caressing their cocks through the heavy fabric of their rented tuxedos underneath the long linen tablecloth. Jim wasn't complaining, either. Cindy made sure of it. She was leaning against him, rubbing her bare leg up against his underneath the table, and resting her hand on his thigh. He had a pretty good idea that he was going to score with at least one of the twins tonight. 

Sara was a little more subdued. She wanted to give her sister a lot of leeway with Jim, but Jim kept trying to include her in the conversation, sensing her unease. And really, it seemed that he and Sara had more of an intellectual connection anyway. He had no objection to Cindy pawing him under the table, and loved nuzzling and giggling with her, but he could engage Sara about topical events and about her plans for the future, and found her interesting. He wanted to reach under the table and place his hand on hers, but he wasn't sure how it would be received, since Sara seemed to be intentionally keeping her distance.

When dinner finally came to a close, the formal program began. The prom committee and supervisor were introduced to loud applause, as were the adult chaperones, the DJ, and the local live rock band that was going to perform later. Jim, Cindy and Sara were dutifully declared Prom King and Queen and Queen, and Steven and Dana were their attendants. Cindy gave an energetic and practiced speech, at one point intentionally pausing to look at her watch and making an impatient gesture, which drew a loud, raucous ovation. Sara and Jim, standing behind Cindy and holding hands, gave short remarks thanking the crowd for their votes and re-acknowledging Cindy for making it all possible. When the speeches were over, as rehearsed, Cindy and Sara stood on either side of their date and kissed him on the cheek. Digital cameras and camera phones snapped wildly, and as the twins continued kissing their date on his cheeks, they reached out their arms and grabbed each other's hands, circling Jim and driving the crowd into a frenzy.

It took the school principal a few minutes to regain control. And when she finally did, she announced the first dance, which the Prom King and Queen were traditionally supposed to lead. As the slow, romantic, music began to play, the gathered crowd parted and the royal trio made their way to the center of the dance floor. A small stream of light hit the spinning disco ball overhead, sending an array of reflected light chips scattering around the elegantly adorned ballroom. The nervous, giggling trio faced each other, unsure of how they were supposed to all dance together. Finally, they just let it happen, moving in towards the center and inelegantly wrapping their arms around each other as they slowly shuffled their feet, moving in a slow circle to the music. 

As they danced to the soft, romantic music in the darkened ballroom, their mood quickly quieted down. Cindy and Sara rested their heads on either shoulder, moving their bodies closer and melding into him. Their eyes closed and they began fantasizing, building Jim up in their minds as the perfect man to fit such a perfect occasion. Suddenly, this slightly awkward dot.com guy was a hero. As strong as Superman, as handsome and socially refined as Bruce Wayne, and as lovingly genuine and innocent as Toby Maguire's Peter Parker.

As they continued dancing, the two girls practically began purring. Their heart rates rose rapidly, and their breathing slowed. Their combined body heat increased exponentially, and the trio could feel themselves physically reacting to one another, igniting their passions, which only fueled the fires. Their skin grew moist and sticky as their pores opened to get rid of the excess heat. Cindy was breathing hard into Jim's neck, and the concentrated heat on that spot caused him to adjust his shoulder. As he did, Cindy felt his movement and seized the opportunity, raising her head up and engaging him in a passionate kiss in the center of the dance floor.

Jim and Cindy knew that they shouldn't have been so obvious, in deference to the adult chaperones still ringing the ballroom, but they couldn't help themselves. Cindy's right arm left her sister's back and came up between them, resting her hand on his firm chest. She could feel his heart pounding. Cindy and Jim were breathing heavily into each other's opened mouths, their tongues sliding out in a further expression of their growing passion. 

Sara, for all her efforts to remain stalwart, was not unmoved. It was impossible not to be. Her face was still buried in Jim's neck, inhaling his musky cologne deeply, but she could hear her sister and Jim mashing their mouths together. And as they kissed, Jim instinctively began holding the two girls differently; less like a favored companion and more like a lover. With her arms wrapped around the both of them, Sara could feel the perspiration on their backs and was reminded of all the hot, sweaty sex she had been having recently, and especially in the back room of the dressmaker's shop. She had never perspired so much, or been so exhausted and sexually fulfilled, in all her life. Sara also loved the way her sister was holding her, her arm low around Sara's waist, pulling her close.

Giving in to the moment, Sara began kissing Jim's neck, teasing and tasting his salty flesh. She wanted to be discrete about it. There was no point in alerting the entire class about how turned on she was getting right there on the dance floor. A few soft kisses, she told herself, would send him that message. 

The message was indeed received. Not just by Jim, but by everyone in the ballroom, their eyes glued on the dancing threesome, soaking in every turn, every caress of the hand, every repositioning of their bodies. The air was thick with lust and not much else. The ballroom was completely silent except for the slow, romantic music being played by the DJ, who was wise enough to mix in several songs so that they blended together seamlessly. No one wanted to disrupt their dance by ending it prematurely.

As the silent observers took notice of the scene unfolding before them, many of the young couples that were standing in the back waiting to join the dance began to pair up, leaning against each other, holding hands, arms wrapping around their partner, swaying in time. The chaperones all knew about the website, and were getting a little nervous, but they were young once, and since all three dancers were above the age of consent, there was really not much they could do to stop it. And if forced, even they would have to admit, watching the growing passion and the loss of innocence was captivating.

As soon as Sara began kissing his neck, there was a tangible sense of relief among the crowd. Sara's friends and the faculty observers were all afraid that Sara might either be too scared to participate, or would willfully shy away in order to let her sister claim the spotlight, a conclusion which was reinforced by Sara's deferential behavior at the table all evening. Jim was delighted by Sara's soft kisses as well. He had been handling Sara with kid gloves all evening, wanting her to feel included, while trying not to drive the obvious jealousy of her more aggressive twin sister. 

In a show of approval, Jim turned away from Cindy's amorous kisses, and kissed Sara tenderly on her exposed cheek. Sara turned to look him in the eye, and then closed her eyes, leaning in for a gentle kiss. Jim's arm moved from around Sara's bare back to the back of her head, gently supporting her as they continued to kiss. The crowd of observers nearly broke out in applause as they collectively shared in the voyeuristic release.

Lovers everywhere in the room began to kiss, while the casual partners and dates of convenience exchanged furtive looks at each other, wondering how their date would react if they tried to join in. Hands were held, and couples began to lean into each other. Some of the more emotional girls may have even shed a tear or two, as they would have at the end of a "good girl gets boy" movie on the Lifetime Network.

Sara felt herself melting in his kiss, and getting weak in the knees. If it weren't for Jim' strong hand supporting her from behind, she probably would have fallen to the floor. But still, she was loyal to her sister. Sara forced herself to break away, allowing Cindy to move from his neck back to his mouth. Cindy was kissing him hard now, running her left hand up behind the back of his head, pulling him into her.

The DJ finally decided that it was time for him to take control, even if the chaperones did not. He cut short the song and called for a round of applause, opening the dance floor up to everyone. Cindy was taken aback by the applause, having forgotten where she was, and broke away from the kiss, wiping the excess moisture from her lower lip with her two fingers. As the other couples made their way onto the dance floor for another slow number, Sara excused herself to the table, leaving Cindy and Jim all alone. Cindy understood what Sara was doing, and gave her sister an appreciative look. Sara winked at her sister, then made her way back to the table, where only Charlie and Allison were still sitting. Everyone else had moved to the dance floor. Sara could tell instantly that Allison was not happy about sitting out the first dance, when everyone else was out having a good time. But Allison's mood brightened when she saw Sara coming back to the table. 

"That was fantastic!" she gushed, taking one of Sara's hands in between two of her own. "How does he kiss? Is he a good kisser?" She had obviously been imagining herself in Sara's place and needed the additional details to round out her fantasy.

Sara looked across the table at Charlie. She barely knew him. Cindy knew him better, having hung around with Janet and Guy. No one could really figure out why Guy and Charlie had chosen each other as best friends, since they were very different. Cindy said that they knew each other from pre-school, but then, in such a small town, who didn't?

Sara knew enough to know that he was miserable. Allison was certainly attractive enough. Perhaps too much so. Maybe he's intimidated by her, Sara reasoned. She also saw that Allison was the type of person who liked to have a good time and definitely did not like NOT having a good time. Sara stood up again and asked Charlie if he wanted to dance, thinking that would loosen him up and get him to break the ice with Allison. When he politely declined, explaining that he didn't dance very well, and that it wouldn't be polite to leave his date all by herself (even though Allison was hoping that he would, since it would have given her a chance to escape) Sara persisted and then struck upon what she thought was a brilliant idea. 

"Let's all dance together!"

Allison immediately fell in love with the idea and jumped to her feet. The thought of showing off and shadowing the headlining trio was too good for her to refuse, and with two girls egging him on, Charlie was too much of a pushover not to concede.




The Prom Date Ch. 07



The two girls dragged him out to the dance floor, where they assumed the same starting position as the earlier trio. And as before, it was awkward, everyone clumsily stepping on each other's shoes. For a while, it looked more like they were stomping on cockroaches than dancing. Complicating the situation was the fact that Allison was paying far more attention to Sara then she was paying to her date. Allison was angling her body towards Sara, holding her close and pressing their chests together, while Charlie maneuvered along, trying to keep himself involved, much to Allison's dismay. 

Perturbed, Allison finally turned to Charlie and yanked him close, kissing him hard and aggressively. It was intended to be a grand kiss off, but Allison didn't realize how turned on she was, or how good a kisser Charlie seemed to be. After the initial shock, Charlie stepped in closer and started kissing her back, placing his hands on her hips, then around her back. For all her aggressiveness, Allison loved it when guys held her, taking control of the situation and her body. She felt safe, and when she felt safe, she could really let herself go.

Charlie felt Allison reacting to his touch, and decided to push it further, holding her roughly to him as their kisses became more and more intense. Involuntarily, Allison began to press herself up against him, moving her crotch across his growing cock, teasing him while trying to get a measure of how big he was.

By now, it was Sara who was feeling left out; but in a good way. She was happy to be rid of Allison, and was even happier to see that Allison was finally paying attention to Charlie. Sara was just about to turn and head back to the table, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned, and was glad to see it was Steven. He asked if he could finish the dance, and Sara quickly obliged. Steve caught her scanning the room for Dana, and told her that Dana had gone to the bathroom to freshen up. 

Sara relaxed, and allowed Steven to fold her in his arms. Putting her head on his shoulder, Sara closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. After all, she had been fantasizing about it for over two years now. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed to her that Steven was holding her the way he would hold a lover; firmly but tenderly. She felt so safe, so loved in his arms. When she felt him kiss her on the back of her head, she melted, holding him even tighter as she began to purr. He kissed her again, this time letting his lips linger pressed against her hair. Sara lifted up and turned to smile at him, to thank him for rescuing her, and for being such a good friend, but as their eyes met, they instinctively leaned together and shared a loving kiss. 

Sara felt Steve's cock start to swell as they maintained their kiss, and suddenly became scared and aware of what she was doing. She struggled slightly to pull away, to break the kiss, as Steven was holding her so tightly. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, letting her step back. "I couldn't help it. I really, really wanted to kiss you."

"No, it was my fault," she admitted, "I wanted you to."

"Come here," he said, holding out his arms again. Against her better judgment, Sara stepped back inside, allowing him to envelope her again. The two danced in silence, with Steven holding one of Sara's hands firmly against their chests. 

"Why did you want to kiss me?" Sara asked softly.

"Why?" he stammered, taken aback by her sudden forthrightness. "Because," he said, touching the back of her head and guiding it back to his shoulder as he continued to lead her on the dance floor, "you're beautiful, you're smart, you're selfless, you're a really good person, you care about everyone else more than you care about yourself, and…" he paused for a long time as he chose his words.

"And?"

"and…you're incredibly sexy and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"Really?" she blushed.

"Yeah, for a long time, now."

"Not just because I'm a…a virgin?"

"No," he said, running his hand along the back of her neck, and caressing the exposed area of her back. "You volunteered to give yourself to Jim, so that Dana and I could be here together, even though you knew that if you let Dana go with Cindy and Jim, you and I could have come together. That's really special."

"Who told you?" Sara asked, suddenly embarrassed.

"Shhh…" Steve said, holding her close. "It doesn't matter. I already kinda knew." He kissed the back of her head again, then moved a tuft of her hair aside, and kissed Sara on her neck, then behind her ear. "I really like you, too," he said, "and I would have loved to come to the prom with you, but you can do a lot better than me." He kissed her softly again, this time grazing her earlobe. 

Sara was melting again. She turned her head towards him, so she was facing his neck, smelling his cologne. "You're the smartest and prettiest girl in school, and you're going to go far. Far away from here. I wanted to hold you, but I didn't want to hold you back. I'm sorry."

Sara's skin flushed warm and her pores opened. "Oh, Steven," she rasped, kissing his neck with increasing passion every moment that she was in his strong arms. He kissed her back, moving down her neck to her bare shoulders. 

In the next instant, they were kissing passionately, throwing themselves against each other, finally giving in to the pleasure which they had so long denied themselves and which they had withheld from the other. 

"Oh gawd, Steven, make love to me tonight," Sara rasped, kissing him all over his face. "I've waited for you for so long…..please….make love to me tonight. I want you to be the first." She kissed him again, then paused dramatically, looking him in the eyes, before leaning over to whisper into his ear, "I'll do anything you want." She pulled back and stared him in the eyes again. Thinking quickly, trying to imagine how Cindy would have handled the situation, Sara dropped her chin slightly, seductively bit down on her lower lip, then leaned in hard, pressing her hand against his crotch as she kissed him aggressively on the mouth. "Anything you want," she repeated, breathlessly into his open mouth, "even right here," she added, pulling on his lower lip with her teeth as she squeezed his turgid shaft.

"Maybe we'd better go sit down," Steve said, nervously. He was afraid that if he didn't get Sara off the dance floor, she'd drop to her knees and try to give him a blow job right then and there.

"Good idea," Sara smiled at him lasciviously. "It must be hard to walk with that thing," she laughed, leading him to the table as she made plans to disappear under the table cloth and give him a blow job in the middle of the prom.

As he sat her down at the table, Sara deliberately grabbed hold of her dress, hiking it up high as Steven pushed her chair in for her from behind. He exhaled and slowly shook his head, seeing what she had done, and anticipating what Sara had in mind next. But, no sooner had he slipped into his own chair next to Sara, Dana came sauntering up to the table, with Jim in tow. 

"Look who I found waiting outside the bathroom," she said, slipping into her own chair as Jim took his place on Sara's left side. "I told him not to wait for Cindy. She can take forever putting on her makeup. Plus, there was a line for the bathroom. Someone must have been getting lucky in there," she said, laughing. "I think it might be Guy and Janet," she said, lowering her voice, before laughing heartily again. She ran her hand playfully into her boyfriend's lap, and was surprised by what she felt. He was rock hard. She squeezed his cock and looked at him inquisitively. Steven could only look back at her with a sheepish grin on his face.

Meanwhile, Steve and Dana weren't the only ones having a little fun underneath the table. No sooner had Jim sat down next to Sara, that his hand found its way onto her knee. Sara was surprised. Jim hadn't been this aggressive towards her earlier, but she attributed it to Cindy's absence. 

Jim was pleased to feel Sara's bare knee, covered only by her stocking, instead of her poofy satin dress. Emboldened, he eagerly let his hand wander up Sara's thigh, his cock getting harder and harder, the higher she let him go. Sara didn't know what to do. She knew that if she tried to stop him, he would quickly realize that she hadn't raised her dress for him, and that she had probably done it for the guy sitting on her other side. She felt guilty, like she had been caught cheating on him, even though they had only met a few hours ago.

But what happened next, really caught her by surprise. As Jim's hand traced her thigh, moving towards her pantied crotch, she suddenly felt Steve's hand on her other thigh. She looked over at him furtively, but he wasn't paying any attention to her. Instead, Steve was looking into Dana's eyes as they both laughed and giggled. From the way Dana's hand was positioned under the table cloth, Sara guessed that Dana was rubbing Steve's cock, as he secretly made a move on her.

Sara was already damp from her dance with Steve, but the idea of two male hands canvassing her body at the same time was thoroughly exciting. Jim's fingers found her crotch first, slowly rubbing her pussy through the silky smooth fabric of her satin panties. When he quickly realized how damp she already was, Jim began to push the sheer fabric in between her swollen folds, loving how sticky and warm her pussy was.

Luckily, Steve was still taking his time, partially to allow Sara to get used to his touch and to give her a chance to back out. He also did not want to alert Dana as to what he was doing. But Sara knew that if both guys kept it up, their hands were bound to meet in the middle. Thinking quickly, she lowered her own hands so that they were underneath the table, resting them on top of either hand. Unfortunately, instead of tamping down their efforts, it seemed to encourage them both even more. 

Jim mistook Sara's hand on the back of his to mean that she was excited and wanted him to go further, and he quickly obliged, digging his finger underneath the hem of her panty and getting his first feel of her smooth, shaved slit. Jim gathered some of the moisture off of her cunt lips and deposited it on her clit, slowly rubbing it in small circles. Sara sat up straight and squirmed in her seat as the very first boy to touch her did it so expertly. Meanwhile, Steve, noticing her change in attitude, also detected getting the green light, and made a beeline for her pussy. Sara raised her hands, hoping that when Jim and Steve's hands contacted, they would mistake it for her own hands playing with herself.

Steve's hand reached Sara's pussy just as Jim's middle finger slipped inside her. For a second, the ruse worked. Steve thought Sara was already fingering herself, and Jim thought that Sara was playing with her clit. But then, the two men flinched, correctly sensing the larger hands and thicker fingers of another male, but they continued tentatively, their analytical minds trying to overcome their instincts. But when they finally realized that it didn't feel right, they started to pull away. Sara clamped her hands down on theirs again, holding both of them to her. The three of them shared a glance. Sara bit down on her lower lip nervously, and in that split second, all agreed to continue. How could they not?

Steve's finger joined Jim's, sliding down the length of Sara's shaved slit, and slipping inside her sticky snatch. Sara inhaled sharply as both fingers dug in deep, sliding against her soft, sensitive, pink walls, momentarily battling for position. It soon became clear, however, that Steve's finger was thicker and lower in her cunt than Jim's, giving Steve better access to Sara's hole than Jim, who grudgingly moved out of Sara's pussy and back up to her clit. 

Sara smiled nervously at her two suitors. Jim brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked on the tip, getting his first taste of Sara's pussy, before sliding it back down between her thighs. Dana immediately took notice, and correctly guessed at what was happening under the table, including where her boyfriend's hand was currently lodged.

"Where'd you get to?" came a feminine voice from behind. All heads turned to watch as Cindy stood behind her twin sister, half-accusing Jim of abandoning her in favor of Sara. She had correctly assessed the situation as well, and standing above and behind Sara, she could easily look down her sister's body and see that the front of her dress was hiked up around her waist, giving the boys easy access to her pussy.

"No place, just waiting for you. Dana brought me back to the table," he explained.

"Did she?" Cindy asked, looking over at Dana, trying to assess whether Dana was trying to muscle in on her date as well. "Keeping yourself busy, I see," she said, bending over her sister's shoulder and kissing Jim on the mouth. She detected a hint of her sister's pussy still lingering on his lips. 

Cindy slowly moved back over behind Sara, then leaned over her shoulder, "Mmm…looks like someone else has been busy, too," she whispered into Sara's ear, kissing her softly on the neck. Normally, Sara would have been thrilled by her sister's affections, but right then, she just felt intimidated. Cindy lingered a moment, then returned to her sister's ear, adding, "You little slut." Sara's heart pounded. She was trying to be good, and didn't want to be falsely accused. But before she could protest or begin to explain, Cindy started kissing and nibbling on her ear. "I love it," she said, "and you."

Cindy lightly kissed Sara's soft cheek, and Sara melted, instinctively turning her head in her sister's direction. Their cheeks brushed against each other's, and before they could stop themselves, the two twins were kissing.

"Don't let me stop you," Cindy purred, standing upright again, then sauntered over to her seat on Jim's left. As soon as she sat down, Cindy's hand immediately went to his lap. She turned and faced him, then brought her other hand over. It was clear to everyone watching that Cindy was struggling to undo his pants and zipper. 

"Cindy, stop!" Sara whispered. "We can't! It's too early!" 

"And it's impolite," came a stern, lecturing voice from behind. All heads spun around to see Cindy's science teacher, the one who had allowed Cindy to brush up against her cheek at school a few months earlier, standing behind them. She had been observing the escalating contact, and had firmly decided to put an end to the public antics.

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies," she emphasized, placing her hands on Cindy's and Jim's shoulders, "I think we've had enough fun for now. Hands up on the table, please." 

Embarrassed at having been caught, and being so publicly humiliated, everyone brought their hands out from underneath the heavy white table cloth and placed them on the table. Everyone, that is, except Dana, who had earlier slipped completely under the table unnoticed while everyone else was gawking at the two sisters' kissing. 

Jim inched closer to the table, leaning forward to try and conceal the fact that Cindy had managed to free his cock from his tuxedo pants and loose fitting boxers, and he was hanging out erect underneath the linen table cloth. Sara leaned forward too, even though her skirt had fallen back down into her lap by shifting in her seat, but still, she wasn't sure what her teacher might be able to see by looking over her shoulder.

"It's almost ten o'clock," the chaperone said, looking at her watch deliberately. "I'm not saying I approve of what's going to happen at midnight, but do you think you can all restrain yourselves for another couple of hours?" 

"Yes, ma'am," came the reply, in near unison.

The chaperone moved her eyes from person to person, making sure to establish eye contact with each of them. A trick she had learned a long time ago when she first started teaching. Except for a few rotten apples, they were all basically good kids at the school. They had their own problems at home and at school, but most of them would still respond appropriately to an authority figure. As she looked intensely at each person's eyes, she failed to take notice of Jim's startled little jump as Dana snaked out her tongue and made contact with his fully erect 8 inch cock underneath the table. Dana loved the way Jim reacted, unsure of what was going on and unable to check under the table with the teacher hovering right behind him.

Dana flicked her tongue all over his cock head and shaft, as Jim's eyes scanned the table, trying to account for all the faces that he had just met in order to determine who was missing. She pursed her lips and kissed his fat cock head, lightly tonguing his slit as she finally reached out and grabbed hold of the base of his cock, a harbinger of what was going to come. Tucking a tuft of hair behind her ear, Dana ovaled her mouth, and took just his tip into her mouth, holding him there as she used her tongue to excite his fleshy bulb. She felt him squirming in his seat as the teacher droned on and on about personal responsibility, and being good citizens in public and setting a good example for the underclassmen that were present at the Prom. 

Then, after pausing to drag her teeth over his tip, she finally took him deep inside her mouth, his cock disappearing deeper down her throat with each pass. Cindy and Sara had noticed that Jim was behaving awkwardly, but even they weren't sure what was going on. Was he some kind of creep? It wasn't until Dana got a little too enthusiastic and let a barely audible little slurp escape her lips, that Cindy got her first clue. She looked at Sara, but Sara only looked back at her with a quizzical expression. She hadn't heard the noise over the sound of the live band, which had just started to play. 

Sara's confusion was soon dispelled, however, as Dana, surmising that the gig was up, took her hand off of Jim's cock, and slowly ran a hand up both sisters' legs. Dana had a harder time with Cindy's dress than with Sara's, but soon, her fingers were caressing and rubbing the twin pair of snatches. Cindy and Sara looked at each other with bemused eyes as they struggled to maintain their composure. 

Meanwhile, Cindy's science teacher, seeing the amused looks on the faces of the twins, and believing that she was being mocked, called out for the girls' attention, and continued pressing her point home. Under the table, Dana laughed silently, knowing that she was responsible for getting the twins in trouble. Giving in to the irresistible urge to cause even more trouble for them, Dana pulled the girls' panties aside and turned her palms over onto their backs, digging her middle fingers into their shaved snatches. 

To her surprise, Dana discovered that Sara's pussy was wetter and loser than Cindy's. But, after running her buried fingertip up against the twins' soft, pink walls, they both became noticeably wetter. Dana continued fingering the twins' pussies as she resumed giving Jim an awkward blowjob. With both hands occupied, it was a little like trying to eat a glazed donut dangling on a string. As Dana kept squirming to avoid Sara's playful kicks, Jim's heavy cock kept slipping out of her mouth, throbbing and bobbing around her lips and tongue.

Cindy's science teacher's cell phone rang, and after giving her final admonishment to behave, she answered her phone, turning and leaving them alone again, walking in the direction of the bathrooms and back stairwells (where she later found Janet giving Guy a blow job). She heard the group giggling and laughing quietly behind her back, but she wasn't overly upset by it. She knew that they were probably laughing at themselves at having gotten caught, and not laughing at her. She thought about turning around and glaring at them jokingly over her shoulder, but she decided against it, letting them have their fun.