8 comments/ 138392 views/ 19 favorites The Prom By: Reshbod Rushing around the house, we were making sure everything was locked and we had all the things we needed for the weekend. We were making one of our occasional visits to Austin from Houston. The trip usually took just under three hours, but it felt as if we were going across the country. Carol and I had been best friends since first grade and until recently we always lived within walking distance of each other. They moved because of an excellent job opportunity. I missed having my friend around, but since we were still relatively close to each other, we visited quite a bit. Also, it's a good excuse to take more mini vacations together. Their son, Ian and mine Lee had been the best of friends growing up. They still were close, but know with the distance they hadn't really kept in touch. My daughter was a little older, so they really didn't hang out too much. It's still hard to believe Ian is eighteen and a senior and that my kids are in their twenties and in college. In an old life I had been a math teacher at the high school before our kids were born. When they reached school age I stopped teaching and took up real estate on a part time basis in order to be home when they were. Finding that I preferred it to teaching, I decided to stay, and have done quite well. With my husband, Mike's job as a programmer I was able to stay part time even after the kids were pretty well grown. In school, Ian had quite a bit of trouble with math and he would come to our house after school so I could watch him until Carol and Martin got home. Since I loved math and missed teaching, I took the opportunity to become Ian's tutor. It's funny, he obviously knew the subject, but still insisted that I show him every step several times before he had the confidence to do it himself. It's like if I wasn't hovering or leaning over him, he couldn't do anything. They moved right before Ian started High School and now he is in advanced classes so I feel I was able to rub off on him. We had always got on well even though I hadn't really seen much of him since he started they moved. The last time I saw Ian, was at a swim meet last year. He had always been big, but now not only did he have a swimmer's physique, but he towered over me and Carol. But I still see the little kid who'd complain that, "It's too hard." Mike watching me run around checking locks and making sure we had everything, for some reason always arouses him; walking up behind me, he grabbed my breasts and nuzzled his mouth on my neck. Knowing I needed to do something if we actually want to make the trip, I spun around, dropped on my knees and opened his fly. Grabbing hold I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then circled his head. With the foreplay done, I swallowed his member while I massaged his balls. After twenty-five years of marriage, I've learned what it takes to satisfy him and to and give him what he need so that we can do whatever we needed to. And he does the same for me. Hearing his breathing begin to speed up, I knew he was getting ready, and when his body stiffened, I pulled my mouth of him, maneuvered so I wasn't facing his throbbing cock and jerked him to completion. Seeing the mess, I almost regretted that I didn't swallow, but the thought frankly is unappealing in the extreme. When we were younger, he'd occasionally ask me to let him come in my mouth, but each time I tried, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Now, he doesn't even ask which, frankly, I'm pleased with. We finally arrived at Carol and Martin's house just after noon. They had a nice lunch waiting for us and we sat down and caught up with what we were up to. After finishing and cleaning up the dishes, Ian came in and joined us. We talked about school, his grades and who he was planning on going to the prom with. "I don't think I wanna go." "What?" I said not believing what I heard. I mean, he was six feet two, chiseled with curly dark hair and deep blue eyes. How could he not go? "Yeah, I'm not really much of a dancer and there's no one I really want to go with, besides, It's a hundred dollars a couple or fifty a person." "Hey!" I said, "lock us both up in a room and I'll have you dancing … and then some." Laughing, Ian was about to say something when Mike piped in, "Now you've done it. I think you're going now, even if you have to take Diedre." As Mike was speaking, I grabbed my purse, pulled out a hundred dollars and handed it to Ian. "Ok, we're going, now when you do get a date, just use the money for a nice corsage." I spent a good part of the weekend showing Ian how to dance, from fast freestyle to ballroom. He picked most of it up so fast, it was hard to believe he was so worried about it. I felt like I was his personal tutor again and that he was a sponge into which I was pouring my knowledge. I really enjoyed the weekend and was almost hoping I'd end up being his date, since Mike and I didn't really get out to dance too often any more. During the weekend, Carol pulled me aside and said, "Thanks for showing Ian how to dance. I swear, I don't know why he doesn't want to go to his prom. It's not like he doesn't have a date every weekend and he's constantly surrounded by girls." "Well," I answered, "some people just aren't into that kind of stuff, the formal wear and all the other trappings." "Yeah. But I am glad you convinced him to go and that you agreed to go with him if he doesn't want to go with anyone else." "I do feel a little weird about it, but if I do end up going, I'll make sure he dances with so many girls, he'll forget I'm there." "Thanks, I'll owe you a big one for this." Of course, as the date approached I was becoming more concerned that I'd actually have to go through with the prom thing. Here I was, a forty-three year old possibly going to a high school prom with an eighteen year old. Two weeks until the prom, I had spoken with Carol and it looked like I was it. Wondering how such a hot young man could not have lined up one date completely baffled me. But since I did promise, I went out and bought a knock out prom dress. I also got some hair color to get rid of the little grey I had in my hair. After talking with Mike, then Carol, I decided the best option was for me to get a hotel room near where the prom was being held. That way, if anyone had too much to drink, they'd have a place to crash. Also, I didn't think I'd want to drive back to Carol and Martin's place after, much less home, so I'd crash nearby and drive home the next day. The day of the prom eventually arrived and I was still the one Ian was taking. It's like he didn't even try to find someone else. I wanted to check into my hotel and have Ian meet me there before going to the prom. Unfortunately, Carol and Martin were getting too into the idea and insisted I go to their place to pose for pictures and pretend everything was normal. I admit, I enjoyed the attention and felt like a teenager again. I got into my nice but simple black strapless dress, fixed my hair and got myself ready. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Damn, you look good." I can't pass as a high schooler, but I think I look darn good with my dark shoulder length hair, green eyes and my hourglass figure. As the flashes went off before my eyes, I felt more at ease with Ian having his arm around me and holding me while we posed for the an endless number of pictures. Carol and Martin were enjoying the spectacle, but not nearly as much as I was. I know it was Ian's prom, but as far as I was concerned I was the center of attention and I loved it. When we arrived at the prom and I admit that I felt a little nervous. When we entered any hesitation left my mind. After posing for the official photographer, we wandered around the hall looking at the beautiful decorations and settings. Finding our table, we hung out nearby and engaged in small talk. Many of the boys as soon as they noticed us were stepping over each other to meet me and all were very nice. The girls? Well they pretty much ignored me, which really didn't bother me since I wasn't there for them anyway. We sat down and ate, chatted and enjoyed listening to the music in the background. When the dessert was finally finished and the dance floor was officially opened, Ian grabbed my hand at the first note as if racing to be the first ones. We didn't quite make it, but it was a photo finish. The first couple of songs were fast ones, but the third was slow. Ian held me close to him and I got lost in his strong arms. He was so smooth and graceful I had a hard time believing he was nervous about going dancing. Something seemed oddly familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, I also noticed that I was becoming aroused. When the song ended, he wanted to stay, but I suggested we go back to the table and take a break, and maybe he could dance with some other girls. He didn't seem interested and I didn't want to force him to do something he didn't. In the end, he did dance with a couple of other girls probably because several of the boys had asked me to dance. Near the end of the night, Ian and I were pretty much glued to each other on the floor. During another slow song, I realized what seemed familiar. I asked Ian what cologne he was wearing. He told me and I remarked, "That's what Mike wears, mmm I love it." "Really?" Ian replied nonchalantly. Thinking about Mike really got my juices flowing. I now regretted the decision to spend the night and really wanted just to drive home and jump him before the door closes. Suddenly, as if splashed with cold water, I remember part of why I was here. Unfortunately, I was monopolizing Ian and not letting him mingle and dance with the plethora of young women in attendance. Here I was, an old woman reliving my youth and denying Ian his. Feeling my cheeks flush, I told Ian, "I need to go out and get some air." "'K, I'll come with ya'." "No, stay here and have fun, I won't be long." "Na', I could use some air too, but if you want to stay, I'll come back in a few minutes." "Deal," I replied. From the stuffy ballroom, the little breeze from outside felt nice. Unfortunately, being out here on a nice night with a beautiful, clear sky above, I started to feel even more aroused. Ian looked at me concerned, "Your face is getting red, you ok?" "Sure, just needed some fresh air," I replied. Walking to the edge of the patio, the slight breeze felt really nice. Noticing several other people spread out on the balcony, talking or holding each other swaying to the beat that wafted out from the main floor. Taking a deep breath I looked out onto the busy highway and streets below. Sensing someone right behind me, I looked and saw Ian gazing up at the sky. Hoping this would quell my rising hormones, I found that it actually intensified them. "Beautiful night," he said. "Yes," I answered. "An almost perfect evening." Turning to face him, "Almost?" "Yup." "Then go back in and make it perfect!" I sternly said. "Oh, I plan to." Waiting for him to go, I looked up and saw he was just looking at me, almost through me. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was nearing midnight. Putting some firmness into my voice, I said, "I really can't keep up with you all; go back in, I think I'll head to my room." "Just one more dance?" he inquired smiling. "Look, you're wasting this night, go in and give some girl a nice memory, I'm don't think I can last much longer." "Ok … you win, just let me walk you to your room and I will say goodnight." Thinking I had finally got him to listen, I agreed. I would make sure to send him back down so I could have some alone time. Arriving to the room, I opened the door and was surprised when he walked right past me into the room. Looking at him questioningly I said trying not to sound exasperated, "You really should go back; you don't have much time." "Oh, I think I have plenty of time," he said looking into my eyes as he put his hand on my shoulder and gently began running it up and down. For a long moment I remained frozen, unable to do or say anything. It was only when I was able to turn my face from him that I was able to think again. Backing away from him, he moved closer and put his free hand on my other shoulder repeating the movements with more firmness. Looking into his eyes again I was transfixed, feeling the tingling between my legs virtually erupt. Slowly, he leaned in towards me and it was all I could do to again try to pull away. "No!" I said, "You can't." Turning away from him and facing the window, he walked up and put his arms back on my shoulders. Despite my protests, his touch caused a bolt to run through my entire body. "You're shivering? You cold?" he asked. Unable to tell him that the shiver had nothing to do with the temperature, all I could do was shake my head. He then nuzzled my neck, lightly flicking his tongue up and down. He stopped at my ear and whispered: "I've been waiting for this moment forever." Hoping to deflect him, I pulled away and turned toward him, "You're crazy, I'm old enough to be your mother, hell, I'm your mother's best friend." "I mean it," he said. "I've wanted you for so long. You are the most wonderful woman I've ever met." Blushing I stood there stunned not believing what I was hearing. Taking my lack of anything as a sign, Ian moved toward me again. I surprised myself by remaining where I was as if unable to move. His face came within inches of mine. He wetted his lips, took a breath and kissed me. Not only did I not resist him, I responded by kissing him back. All the pent up energy that I had been fighting all day suddenly surged through me. I loved feeling his strong hands caressing my back, running down and roughly massaging my butt cheeks. After what felt like an eternity, I was able to push him away. Feeling weak, I sat down on the bed dazed and confused. Ian sat next to me, looking into my eyes, he bent his head forward and kissed me again. This time, though, he moved his hands to my back and slowly pulled down the zipper. I sat there returning the kiss, then moved my arms so the dress fell to my waist. Feeling his hands reach around searching for the clasps to my bra, he quickly found it and attempted to release it. Pulling back a little I said, "No!" Ian just looked in my eyes and was able to unhook the bra then let it join the top of my dress on my lap. "No!" I said again but remained sitting where I was . My eyes were staring into his. Mesmerized, I remained still as his hands moved down to my hips. Without any conviction, I said, "No!" once again. As if he wasn't aware that I had said anything, he laid me back on the bed and pulled my dress down the rest of my body, over my shoes then tossed it aside. My panties soon joined them as I lifted my bottom to help him remove them. Now that I was naked on the bed, Ian picked up the pace, practically tearing off his clothes. He was soon on top of me, massaging my breasts and kissing me as if he only had a minute to get a lifetime of kissing in. I felt his stiff penis on my stomach as he reached with one of his hands between my legs. Feeling how wet I was, he began kissing and licking down the length of my body. Squeezing and tugging my breasts while sucking each nipple, I had to tell him to ease up, they weren't going anywhere. He then went down waiting pussy and slowly began circling the edges of my labia licking and lightly nibbling the skin. After driving me crazy for a good while, I grabbed his head and pulled him closer into me. Taking the hint, he began fucking me with his tongue. It didn't take long for me to have another sweeping orgasm that left my body quivering and gasping for breath. He continued tongue fucking me as he deftly added his fingers to the mix. He easily got four fingers into me as his thumb rubbed against my clit. This sent another intense orgasm pulsing through my worn body and satisfied body. Lifting his head, he made the trek back up my body, kissing and licking until he was positioned between my legs. He grabbed his ready member and rubbed the head up and down my pussy lips, torturing me. "Fuck me!" I cried and he pushed himself into me. I couldn't resist a second longer and experienced the most thunderous orgasm of my life. Screaming as he continued to pound into me, I never wanted the feeling to end. Unfortunately, the feeling did begin to recede. As I somewhat regained some sense of clarity, I asked "Wait! Do you have a condom?" As he continued pushing himself into me, I said, "Don't cum!" With urgency in his voice, he replied, "Let me cum in your mouth!" "No!" I said. Not listening, he pulled out, leapt up to my face in a fluid motion, grabbed my head and inserted himself into my open mouth. Immediately tensing up, Ian shot his semen to the back of my throat. Trying not to choke and with his cock still in my mouth, all I could do was swallow the load. After several more squirts joined the first in a run to my stomach, he leaned back on the bed as I rolled over with his cock still in my mouth, still pumping him as the heat slowly dissipated from his member. Feeling a little queasy after swallowing his gunk, it turned out to be not as horrible as I expected. Still, it's not something I plan to make a habit of, but... Pushing off of him and lying beside him, he said, "Sorry," rather half heartedly, "but you've definitely given me a great memory." Sighing, I replied, "You know, I never even let my husband do that!" "Really?" he said and I could almost hear the huge smile beaming on his face, then regretted saying it. "So?" he said, "What else doesn't he do?" Looking over at his naked body, I noticed 'he' was coming to attention again. "That," I said, grabbing the shaft and helping him up. Smiling, he sighed contentedly as I worked on him, the intense hunger between my legs suddenly returned stronger than before. Looking at him closer, it was definitely thicker than Mike's and may have even been slightly longer. Positioning himself on his side as I held on to him he leaned forward and kissed me again. His tongue probed my mouth as I returned likewise. Spasms of pleasure again shot through my body with such strong intensity I felt I might lose consciousness. "God! You are so hot," he whispered returning his lips to mine. Moving his hands to my breasts, he gently massaged them, occasionally pinching the nipples sending more currents coursing through my body. Turning me over, Ian began massaging my back gently moving himself back and forth. Feeling his solid member touching my back as he leaned forward again opened the gusher between my legs. Next he positioned himself so his staff was between my already slick buttocks. Adjusting himself so he was now between my legs, he grabbed my waist and began gently pulling. To help, I lifted myself giving him full access to me again. Running his cock between my asshole and pussy to tease me, he then inserted himself in me again. This time with slower, gentler strokes he plumbed my depths from behind. The sensation was so wonderful I quickly climaxed again. Giving me time to recover, he then lifted me up to my knees as he continued to pump his stiffness in my hot mound. While he fucked me from behind, he reached around and grabbed my breasts again. Suddenly, he stopped and withdrew, as an audible sigh of disappointment escaped my lips. Leaning towards my ear, he whispered, "This time, it's for you." Turning over, I grabbed his shoulders and moved him so he was now on his back. "In that case …" I said. Leaving the sentence incomplete, I straddled him, grabbed his hot cock and inserted it into me again. Pumping up and down, with my boobs bobbing around I got lost in the lust. Feeling his hands on my hips trying to push me off, I realized he must be close to his second climax of the evening. Pulling myself away, I maneuvered my head so I could take him in my mouth again, without having to be asked. Grabbing my head, he thrust up one more time and shot his load deep into my hungry throat again. As he began to recede from my mouth, I continued sucking and licking him savoring every drop. With each swallow, the grossness factor subsided a little. The Prom After cleaning him up, I straddled him again and inched my way up. Stopping at his well developed chest, I kissed and licked him all over while rubbing his shoulders and biceps. Laying on him as he gently rubbed my back, I glanced out the window and noticed the sun was beginning to rise. "Shit!" I said, "I'm not ready for tonight to end!" "Hey," replied Ian, "we don't have to be out 'til noon." "Good, 'cause there's something else me and Mike've never done." "Yeah?" an obviously worn out Ian said. Soon after he fell asleep, while I lay there beside him running out of juice myself. As I began to fade out into slumberland the events of the night race through my head and the realization of what had happened fell on me as if the roof had collapsed. Looking over to Ian, his eyes were closed, but he had a big contented smile on his lips. I felt like the polar opposite. Not only had I betrayed Mike, but I taken advantage of our best friends' son. Suddenly, I felt on the verge of tears, that oddly enough never did come, I did feel an intense hollowness in the pit of my stomach though and wished I could have a good cry. How can I face any of them again? Should I confess? What do I do now? With that last thought, Ian jostled and turned towards me putting his arm across my chest. I continued to lay there and eventually was able to drift off for a fitful couple of hours sleep. The Prom First let me state all persons in this story are above the age of 18, in fact the male is 20 and female 18. Names were changed to protect anyone who might find similarity between their lives and this story. Aside from that I present this short story without further comment. * Stacy checked herself in the full length mirror for the fiftieth time or so that day. The dress was perfect, a deep rich blue that almost swept the floor. Her body was perfectly framed by the silken material. As her hands wandered her curves she thought of the man who had bought her the dress. Her boyfriend of now 4 years, John, had insisted that this dress would best show off her beauty. Stacy chuckled at that comment when he said it, and even now tried to push it aside. She had never thought herself beautiful, tall and ungraceful yes but never beautiful. John had been the first to tell her she was beautiful, and when he whispered those words in her ear she knew he meant it. Tonight was her senior prom and Stacy was nervous about going. Even the fact that John was her date sent tremors of panic through her mind. John had graduated two years prior and had gone to college. She missed him greatly during those two years, having only seen him during his breaks and once when she went to the campus to look into enrollment. He had never changed in those two years. He still loved her more than anyone could describe, more even then her parents she had concluded. Lucky for both she and John her parents approved of him. John was from the neighborhood and had never been known for anything than being a quiet and hard working boy. If only the town knew that he was also a wonderfully tender heart and an amazing kisser. He was proper and did not press upon Stacy the needs she knew he had. Instead he was willing to wait for when she was ready to go beyond kissing and cuddling. Oh if only he knew the plans Stacy had for him that night. She checked her hair one last time. The copper colored curls cascaded down over one shoulder and framed her face like a flaming halo. Oh yes, if only he knew she planned to seal his life to hers forever tonight. With a nod of her head and a "good enough I hope" at the mirror she began her decent to the first floor where John stood speaking with her parents. He stopped mid word when seeing the woman he had loved for years descending the stairs. Her steps made her curves sway in a most delicious way and John found his mouth had gone dry. Stacy had spent the last five months practicing how to walk in the heels she had bought for this occasion and she had found that walking with a certain step made her hips sway; she now used that knowledge to tease her boyfriend. John watched her with a look that bordered on pure love and puzzlement. She was beautiful, radiant, and she was everything that John loved most in this world. Always a quiet man he found that here at this time he couldn't even find the words for what he was feeling. A mixture of love, honor, and lust raged deep within his soul. John extended his hand to Stacy as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She took the hand warmly and stepped closer, her heels making her almost eye level with him. Stacy's smile at that moment would forever be imprinted on John's memories. Together they turned to face her parents who both stood smiling. Had they known all along? Did they suspect that the two young people standing in front of them were fated to be together forever? It is pure chance that John saw Stacy's father nod approvingly as if he were handing his daughter over to be married. The two were photographed by Stacy's mother and then hustled out to the waiting limousine. Once inside John spoke, a voice rich with timber and filled with love for his beautiful date. "Stacy I have something for you. I didn't want to give it to you in front of your parents. I was..." His words faltered as he sought the words he wanted. "I was worried that they might disapprove." With those words he reached inside his tuxedo pocket and produced a small box. His hands shook just a bit as he handed over the box to his one true love. Puzzled Stacy took the box and opened it. Inside pure as the stars themselves sat two diamond earrings and a beautiful diamond heart necklace. She almost squealed with joy as she looked at them. The set had been one she had once pointed out to John when they were spending time together at a local mall. But that had been more than two years ago. He had remembered and spent his hard earned money to buy the set just for her. Her eyes misted and she almost cried. John reached out and assisted her with fastening the necklace and then placed a gentle loving kiss on her rosy lips. Her eyes popped wide, he had kissed her before but for some reason this kiss sent a truly lusty shiver down her spine. Stacy put the earrings on and smiled broadly. Her kiss lingered a bit longer than John's had when she then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "They are beautiful, thank you so much honey." Her voice was a whisper against his lips. "Honey" was a term she had taken to calling him when they were alone and she was feeling the closeness they shared. It never bothered John, in fact it was just one more reason he had loved her. The limousine dropped the pair off at the entrance to the local high school. Being from such a small town it was not abnormal for all the dance, local meetings, and even political debates to be held in the high school. The two stepped out and were instantly greeted by several close friends. Stacy had been swept up in a gaggle of girls admiring her dress and intensely asking about her new jewelry. John stood with a few younger boys talking about college life and how it's nothing like what they expected. The next few minutes seemed like an eternity to Stacy. She longed to be close to her John once again and to dance with him. The time was not so long however and once again they were holding hands, this time the photographer was a professional and they stood much like a husband and wife looking into each other's eyes, holding hands and smiling. The perfunctory speech by the principal and local chief of police was as John expected, long droning and full of rules. John was not by nature a disobedient person but droning speeches made his head ache. Stacy sat beside him at a table reserved for them and close friends, her hand on his as they listened. She once again was struck how handsome and adult he was. He was adult when they were just young teens too. His severe nature was one reason she loved him so. She hoped that tonight she would see that rare whimsical side of him, and more to find out if he had a deeper lustful side. Stacy shifted a little at that thought. Even the mere thought of what she had planned made her desire him more. "Are you ok?" John said leaning down to whisper in her ear as he noticed her fidget. "Yes just fine honey, I am itching to get to dancing and you know I dislike speeches as much as you do." Her smile puzzled him. John thought he knew every smile she had but this one was different. This smile hid a deep secret. The speeches ended and the dancing began. Together John and Stacy took the floor by storm. The two were by far the tallest people in the group, but it was the grace and beauty they showed. No one had ever known that John was a student of his mother's dance studio. He kept that knowledge secret even from his closest of friends. Stacy had begun taking classes just shortly after John had gone off to college. Her thought was that if she spent enough time around his mother she could find out more about the man she loved so fully. A few minutes into the dance one of Stacy's friends came up and nudged her and whispered something John could not hear. Stacy shook her head laughing and smiled. "Some inside joke perhaps?" John mused. A second later the answer pumped out of the speakers. 'Stacy's Mom' a song popular the year John had graduated came out and Stacy laughed fully. Her laugh was rich and almost musical. "Well does my mom got It going on?" Her eyes were wet with mirthful laughter. She had asked that before and often when the song first hit the radio playlists. With a smile John shook his head "No but Stacy has it going on and always will" His wink flustered her. She had seen him be whimsical. But, was he actually being flirty. His answer to her unasked question almost floored her. His hands wound around her waist and he pulled her close to whisper in her ear. "Your mother has nothing on you my darling. I could not think of your mother with as much love as I have for you." Her jaw dropped. He had only called her darling once before and had never said he loved her in public. Stacy stood almost stone still as the relevance of those words hit her. He had been away at college but had never stopped his love for her. She hugged him too she and it was her turn to floor him a little. He voice cracked a little with the words she whispered into his now tuned ear. "John I have a present for you too but I can't give it too you here, but I promise you will never forget it." Her playful nip at his ear put him back on his heels. What had she planned? The night rambled on and about halfway through the dancing Stacy lead John aside and spoke very softly with him. "Do you think anyone would miss us if we decided to leave?" He looked sharply at her worried she was feeling unwell. "Are you ok Stacy?" His look spoke volumes of concern. "I am fine but I feel boxed in here and besides I would rather be alone with you Honey." Her smile was that self same puzzling one John had seen before. "Ok if that is what you wish we can go." John said his goodbyes as did Stacy as they walked towards the line of Limousines parked in the lot. They found the limo they had taken and Stacy spoke to the driver at length. John was confused as he waited by the rear door holding it for his beautiful girlfriend. John waited as Stacy spoke then climbed into the back of the limo. Once he was inside she flung her arms around John's shoulders and kissed him soundly. "Thank you honey for all you have done for me and thank you for trusting me enough to love me" "No thanks are needed Stacy. I love you more than I can express." She defiantly had him flustered. That was a good thing because John missed that they were not heading towards her house. Her kisses and boldness kept him off guard until they pulled up to a grand hotel three towns over from their own. "What's going on? This isn't your house, or mine for that matter." He seemed truly puzzled. "No we were invited to a party here at the hotel by Vivian. I thought we should put in a showing at least. No drinking I promise." She hid he deception well as she pushed at him to get out. John was too confused to notice Stacy's car parked in the visitor parking spots along the building. Together they entered the hotel and took the elevator to the top floor. "How did Vivian get enough cash for the penthouse suite?" John asked. "Her boyfriend has family that works here. She said he got it." Her lie was smooth and brought a little pang to her. She had never lied to him before, but tonight was too important to ruin. The elevator opened to a lush apartment sized room on the top floor. The view from the windows was broad and he almost swore he could make out the water tower in their town from this vantage. John began to look around. Where was everyone he wondered? A second later he heard Stacy speak. With a loud exhale she said "Finally alone." The words rang like a gong in John's head. She had set him up. There was no party, no Vivian, no one but them. He turned to see her smiling at him. "I am sorry John I had to lie, I had to bring you here. I wanted to give you your present." "Ummm... And that is?" His words stumbled from his lips. "Me silly. I am your present. Please John I have waited for two years for this night. I have dreamt of nothing but this night for months." She moved closer kissing his shocked lips deep, a deepness they had only ever indulged in when they were in his college dorm room. His arms wrapped her tight and he knew then what she had meant. Four years ago she had professed her love for him, but then he stopped her short of the ultimate expression of that love. His reasoning was that at fourteen she was too young for sex. He had promised her that when she was an adult if she still loved him they would express that love anyway she wished. "I am eighteen now honey, I am an adult and I want to be a woman. I want to be your woman, no one else's. Please don't deny me this night. Even if you never want to touch me again or stop loving me give me this night John." Her voice resonated with a deep pain. "I deny you nothing my darling. I embrace you now as I always will. Never once did I think of anyone but you who I wanted to love. Even in college I stayed loyal and loving only to you." His own voice full of emotion. She knew he spoke true, knew she was going to be his forever. With a laugh she pushed him back till he almost fell onto the couch in the sitting area of the penthouse. She stood, radiant and desirable before him. "John I have dreamt of this, I want you to just sit back and let me live out my dreams. Can you do that please?" Her hands had begun to slowly unzip the back of her dress. John swallowed hard and nodded. He knew this meant so much to her. Stacy's dark blue dress pooled at her heel clad feet. His heart stopped for a moment as he gazed up her. There Stacy stood, her no longer girlish body encased in the most radiant white corset. Her now womanly breasts filled the cups of the corset and her hips curved to hold the silken bikini panties she wore. Her legs, always her glowing asset were clad in white silk stockings held up by a thin garter belt. John licked his lips more than once to speak. "Stacy you are stunning. Absolutely stunning." Her blush then said volumes as she moved to him. With that same swaying grace she moved closer. Her hands moved to his tuxedo pants and slowly removed them, his excitement was evident as his manhood popped up through his boxers. She spoke no words, she only stared deeply into his eyes as she moved to straddle his hips. "I love you John. I always have. I want you to let me become a woman with you. I want to be your woman and no one else's. I want you to be my man as well. I won't give you up to anyone with one hell of a fight." There was steel in that voice as her redhead nature poked its head out for a moment. Before John could speak she placed a finger to his lips then kissed him. Her hand resting on his shoulders as her tongue began a search of his own. He could not hold back and embraced her with kiss and arms. Her silk clad maidenhood rubbed him in a delicate and delicious way. Stacy moved her hands down and without warning pulled aside the silken covering. He could feel the heat and moisture coming from her. His stiff manhood throbbed against her. Stacy shivered and broke the kiss to look into John's eyes. She lovingly caressed his cheek as she began to slowly slide down onto his waiting shaft. She grimaced when his head pressed against her hymen. A look of concern filled his eyes as he saw her momentary pain. Stacy shook her head and thrust herself down on him, breaking that final barrier between their love. Her eyes opened wide and a tear rolled down her cheek as the pain struck her. She knew that there would be pain and she accepted the pain as a part of her true love for him. His arms held her as she dealt with pain. "You didn't have to darling." He began. Again she stopped him with a finger to his lips. "No my love I knew this was a part of things. It's not so bad now, at least I know it was my one true love who made me a woman tonight." Her smile was a pure and loving one. Unbidden he kissed her again, his arms and hands comforting her. She hadn't realized it but her hips were moving in small circles. The sensation sent little tremors of pleasure through her. Stacy kissed John then, not a chaste kiss but one filled with all the lust and desire that had built in her. To her delight he responded in kind. His strong hands moved to her hips and she began to move more consistently. Her womanly folds held him tight as if to never let go. The slow rhythm of her hips and the strong loving touch of his hands made the sensations inside Stacy begin to move like the ocean. She was surprised to find herself grinding her womanhood back and forth along his shaft. Her moans however surprised them both. Stacy could not contain her desires any longer and she let out a shuddering gasp as the first little orgasm rocked her soul. John held her as she shook through the first tremor. Her eyes glazed momentarily and then brightened as she saw him watching her with a whimsical smile she had seen rarely but always loved more than any other. "I didn't think that would happen my first time. I have heard about." It was John's turn to silence her, not with a finger but a kiss. Stacy's body responded quickly as her hips once again moved. His manhood was hot, ridged, and delicious inside her. She was his and he was hers and that is what mattered. Her body rose slightly as she began to move up and down on that shaft. Her cares tossed aside as she sought another release. This time she wanted his release and hers as well. She caught a scent that she had never smelled before and it ignited something deep within her. She realized it was the scent of their lovemaking. John's hands moved to grip her bottom tight, his fingers playing tenderly along her skin as his hips moved up to meet her womanly lust. The kiss broke as his breath began raspy. Stacy knew he was close to his own expression of their love. She thrust down faster and deeper onto his manhood. "Please John. Let it go I want you to let go and mark me as your own. I want you to mark me where no one else will ever go." Her words rang in John's ears. He could not have ever imagined the sensation and pleasure that washed over him at that moment. His manhood exploded inside her maidenly folds. The pulsing gush inside her womanhood sent Stacy crashing over the cliff of ecstasy. Her orgasm was like a million suns being born at once. Together they held tight as both shook in the tidalwave of lust and love that infused them. What seemed like only a minute later but what was in fact nearly a half hour John came too with Stacy in his arms. Both lay on the couch in a wonderful post coital bliss. They had passed out from the years of pent up desire and love. Stacy looked down into his eyes from her position lying atop him. John felt the fluids from both of their sex covering his heat. The smile and kiss that followed lasted for minutes. This was a moment in time that would forever be ingrained in their souls. "Stacy, my darling. I love you. I love you more than you could know. And if the gods give me strength I will make you my bride one day soon." His words were steel and stone as if he would challenge hell itself for her. She could not speak only nodded as she lay against him. She knew, always knew this night would be special and this gift of hers was just the beginning. To be continued... The Prom Date It started with a flyer, posted up on the school's bulletin board. Prom was coming up, the magically pageant event in which all the seniors get to pay an extremely high price to simply come to school all dressed up and dance. I don't understand the point, if people wanted to go dress up and dance, there were places in town they could go for a much cheaper cover charge. What made the prom a special event this year at my high school was that a former student was going to make a special appearance. Anna Kendrick, the beautiful girl from the Twilight movies, the once that actually closed her mouth. Since Twilight she had appeared in a few other movies, some supporting roles like Up in the Air, Scott Pilgrim, and 50/50. Of course she stared in some stuff too, the very good Pitch Perfect, and the not so good Rapture-Palooza. That last one was horrible. I know this because I am a fan. What can I say, the girl is fucking hot. Prom might be worth going if it meant a chance to just say hi to her. There was other news on the flyer announcing her cameo. Apparently she was going to perform a couple of songs at the prom and wanted a student from the school to play guitar for her. This was like a sign from the heavens that I was meant to meet her. I had been playing guitar since I was little and I would shoot myself if I didn't audition at very least. The auditions were to be held during lunch break in the gym, where they had already set the stage for the prom a week in advance. There were only five other students, all guys, there to audition with their guitars. The principal was over seeing the audition standing on the floor watching the stage. He lined us all up on stage so that he could explain the rules and how it would work. "Now I'm not a judge of musical talent, it isn't my area of expertise. So I figured that there wouldn't be a better judge on who should play guitar for Anna Kendrick at prom this year is...well...Anna herself." He turned toward the far doors of the gym as they opened and would you believe Anna in all her casual beauty came strolling over to us. "Hey guys." She said, with a smile and a wave. I think we were all in shock cause none of us responded. Anna looked at the principal, "They can talk right Mr. Ryans?" Mr Ryans nodded, "At least four of them can I assure you." Oh ha ha, mister Dick. I thought in my head. "Good to meet you Anna." I said. She glanced at me and smiled, "There we go. What's your name?" "I'm Jake." I replied. She nodded and clapped her hands. "Alright guys, let's get this show rolling." We left the stage and got in a line. I was going to be the fourth player up and I needed to pay close attention to what she liked and didn't about everyone's playing. The first player up was Mathew Shabe, a guy that some people on campus called the dirty hippie. He had blonde dreads and smelt like dirt and ass every single day. On stage he strummed is acoustic guitar in random chords and sang nonsense. Anna stopped him after a minute and asked, "Do you know any real songs? I'm sorry that was mean," she chuckled, "I mean can you play like covers. Because that's all this is for, you don't have to try to be original." Mathew replied with some hippie shit about not believing in playing covers because everyone is an original and should embrace it or something like that. "Great well thank you then." Next up was Derick Louder, a Gothic metal head to the bone. He plugged his guitar into the amp on stage and started shredding his balls off. He really could play. His technique was solid, but after a while of blaring notes it all started to run together with no direction or real purpose. Again Anna asked, "Flashy, can you play covers?" Derick said, "That was a cover. You never heard of Mechinoid Slaughter." I swear I think Anna's eye twitched, "Can't say I have." God bless her she was trying to be nice. The next two guys heard the question Anna had kept asking and they played covers. One guy played "Sweet Child of Mine" in the wrong key. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard and cats getting murdered at the same time. The other guy played a Metallica song, and did a pretty decent job but it wasn't in Anna's vocal range. Finally it was my turn and I walked out shifting my guitar strap. I plugged into the amp and started playing "Hit me With Your Best Shot". I saw a smirk cross Anna's lips as I played the opening rift. She moved closer to the stage, looking up at me, watching me, listening. When I got to the verse she sang along. I smiled and nodded, it became a song we were playing together. She sang and I played. After the verse was over she climbed up on stage and moved next to me to dance, her hips bumping against me. Then she began to wail the song as I hit the chorus chords. After the song was over she cheered and clapped. "That's it. Oh that is definitely it!" She said laughing. I was on a cloud the whole day. After my audition, the final guy didn't even bother to try and I had the gig in the bag. After school I head home, my guitar bag slung over my back, the heat of the day already making me sweat my ass off. I really needed to get a car. I turned a corner about four blocks from school and stopped short as I saw Anna Kendrick leaning against a telephone poll with her arms crossed. "Hey stranger." She said raising her eyebrow. "What's my guitar player doing walking in the heat?" I shrugged, "I thought I would give walking on the surface of the sun a try." She laughed and gestured to a black Lexus Sedan parked at the curb. "Come on I'll give you a ride. Besides we need to figure out what songs we're going play at the big prom." She opened the passenger door and clicked her tongue, "Come on stop looking at me like I'm imaginary, get in the car." I blinked and realized that I haven't blinked since I first saw her standing there. My eyes were dry and sore. I got into the car and slipped my guitar into the backseat. Anna plopped herself into the driver's seat, which caused her breasts to give a hardy bounce. Not that I was watching....I was totally watching. She glanced my way, and I jerked my eyes away quickly. "See something you like?" She asked. I shook my head, "I see nothing." Anna laughed, "I doubt that." She pulled away from the curb and off we went. "So I was thinking we should do three songs for prom. You know, not too long, but also not to short to feel like they got jipped." I nodded, "That makes sense. Though they should feel fucking honored that you are even there, let alone singing for anyone." She looked at me. I blushed, "Do you not like cussing? I'm sorry." Then she burst out laughing, "Oh you are going to be so much fun!" "What did I say?" I asked Anna shook her head and smirked, "Nothing. So what do you think. I figure we should do 'Hit Me...' again, because it was awesome." I nodded, "Sure, I'll actually learn how to play it too." "No!" She spat looking at me, "Play it just the way you did at the audition. It was great, different but that's what made it stand out even more." "Okay I wont learn how to play it, I'll make shit up. What other songs you want me to make up?" I teased. "First off I don't want you to make up anything, because I am starving and we are going to have dinner." She said. "You mean together? At...four pm? What are we old people now?" I asked. "Yes together, and we are not old. We are just two hungry people who want to get their dinner on." She pulled into a diner and we found a seat in the back. This time of day meant that there weren't a lot of people eating, and maybe that was what she had intended. I forgot for a moment that she was famous, maybe not Angelina famous, but still famous enough. It made sense, and I felt kind of bad about opening my mouth. As I sat across from Anna Kendrick I was struck by the whole experience of it. I mean part of what made Anna so hot was how average she actually was, down to Earth and funny, the list goes on about her. Yet I was completely calm with her, unlike if it was say Megan Fox. Before I knew it, we were eating a couple of double cheeseburgers and chatting like best friends. Though every time Anna smiled at me I felt my heart flutter. "So who are you taking to the prom?" Anna asked, fiddling with the last of her fries. I shook my head, "I wasn't even planning on going to prom until I heard about you being there. If I hadn't nailed that audition, I still wouldn't go." I explained. She raised her eyebrow, "So does that mean you don't have a girlfriend waiting for you somewhere?" I paused, where was this going? "Right...I'm not....I've not been very interesting to the girls I know. I mean you went to that school, you have to play a sport to even be considered." She thought about that for a moment and nodded, "I was going to try and argue with you, but then I remembered my first boyfriend was on the basketball team. But it is a shame you know? With the way you play guitar you should be able to sit in the quad and play only to have girls run over and throw underwear at you. Guitarists are pussy magnets." I laughed, "Well I played for you today and have none of your underwear to show for it." She looked at me and flicked her tongue over her lower lip, then nodded. "Okay," She shifted in the booth and I watched as she yanked her arms into her shirt and squirm around until her arms popped back out with her bra in hand. She smiled and thrust the bra toward her, "Here!" I blinked and took the bra slowly, kind of more surprised to be suddenly in the possession of a bra than anything else. Though it was made even cooler because of who it belonged to. I tucked the bra into my pocket quickly and grinned at Anna, "I have celebrity pair of underwear now. Look at how cool I am." "Don't E-Bay it, I'll haunt you." She warned. "E-bay it?" I shook my head, "I'm going to fucking frame it." She laughed. She laughed good and hard. When she finally calmed down she put her hands flat on the table and said, "Okay so why don't we go to your house and try to work out the three songs we should play next week." I nodded and sat back, "Alright." Then I froze in fear as I realized that my mother would be home and she would flip out if I brought Anna home. "Okay hold on, there is a problem with that." "Okay what's the problem?" "Well I have a Mom at home." Anna nodded, "Most people do." "Well the thing is, my Mom has been so worried about me not being able to get a girlfriend in school that she is now convinced that I'm....gay." Anna burst out with laughter again. "Haha, laugh it up, but if I bring you home she will freak out. Plus....she's a huge Twilight fan. So combine the fact that she'll know exactly who you are, and the whole thinking I'm gay thing, yeah it'll be an experience." I explained. "I think I can handle your mom." She flipped a fifty on the table and slid out of the booth. "How about we go, I'll handle Mommy, and as an added bonus I will make sure that she never thinks your gay again." I slid out of the booth, "Well i do have a bra in my pocket." I grabbed my pocket and grunted. Anna smiled, "Looks like a dick, that's a fat bra dick." I sighed and turned away, "And it's not funny anymore. Thanks for that." I got slugged in the arm and we went to my place. It was not the best drive home I ever had because I knew the disaster that waited for me, for Anna. I walked into the house first, my guitar once again slung over my back. My Mother Diane true to form came running up to find out how the audition went. "Hi Baby how did you do? Oh never mind I know you did great. But seriously though Jake how did you do? Did she like you, you picked a good song right, because I warned you about playing that heavy metal stuff of yours. You really need how to play some real music and not that ridiculous noise you like." I swallowed and shrugged, "Well it went...." I stepped away from the door and Anna stepped it. My Mom then squealed and freaked, jumping up and down, grabbing Anna's hands and asking all kinds of Twilight questions. Luckily for me they kind of ignored me in all of this. Anna had to tell my Mom everything about Robert Pattenson and sparkling vampires. A couple of times Anna glanced at me with horror in her eyes and I bit my tongue to keep from telling her "I told you so." "Oh my God so you totally loved my son's guitar playing. He's really good right?" My mom cried, tears almost coming out of her eyes. Anna glanced back and me and smiled, "Oh totally. When he played it was, oh my god, I thought I was meeting a rockstar!" She moved over to me, smiling up into my eyes and then the most amazing thing happened. She kissed me, firmly on the lips and with all the fake passion that an actress can muster. Technically it was my first kiss, and it was with Anna Kendrick. Moans of joy erupted from my Mom's throat and Anna turned back toward her, "If it's alright with you, we are going to go up to Jake's room to do boy and girl things. I hope you don't mind." Anna said, rubbing my bicep. There was no hiding what Anna meant by those words, this is why she was a professional actor. Mom's eyes went wide and she pursed her lips, but her desire for me to not be gay, outweighed her desire to be a mom and not have her baby boy having sex with some girl he just met, even if that girl was a supporting character in the infamous Twilight movies. Mom just nodded and waved us off. "Thanks," Anna said, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs. She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around. "Which one is yours?" I pointed to the left and said, "Follow the one that smells like cinnamon." Anna gave me a look, "Look my dearest mommy downstairs sprays this cinnamon fabreeze shit all over the place because it hides the teenager and sperm smells. Her exact words." She blinked, and said, "She's a graphic lady." "Yeah," I took her hand gently and nodded, "Come on before she sees us." In my room I unpacked my guitar and hooked it up to my amp. Then I set the guitar down and turned to Anna who was studying my book collection. I moved beside her and said, "I am not very social, I got bullies in middle school a lot and it kind of made me a bit distrusting. So I read a lot and play my guitar. It doesn't get me a lot of girls and other friends but it saves a lot of trouble too I guess." Anna ran her thumb over a few of the books on the shelf. "Jake you don't have to defend yourself to me. You are a great guy, I can already tell that about you." She smiled at me, "I've read like half these books myself, I'm a huge nerd. Not...that...that's bad? At all, like at all. Okay maybe that came out wrong." I shook my head and chuckled, "It's fine, because I..." I moved over to my guitar and flicked the amp on, I picked up my six-string and played a little shredding lick that melted into the song I had played her earlier that day. "Get to play guitar for Anna Kendrick at Portland High School's prom. And that's better than having a date." She spun and leaned back against my book case. A sly little smile across her lips. "Who said you can't have a date to the prom?" She asked. I laughed, "The prom is in a week, the girls at school barely notice I exist, my chances of a prom date are basically zero." "Or I was thinking that, after our little performance, maybe I could be your......umm...you know I could be your date." She said softly. I coughed, "What? Date? Like a date, date?" She smiled and nodded, "Yeah." "Dancing, laughing, and kissing?" I asked. "Well I've already kissed you, so technically we are already doing that." She pointed out. "I thought that was just to show my mom." I paused, "You know to make me seem less...gay." I sighed, "Wow fuck me." Anna moved over to me and paused just before me. "Jake, I know it seems like things suck right now. Girls in high school are stupid, but you're only eighteen and that changes. You play guitar like a fucking badass, you will have so many girls after you..." She chuckled, "You wont know what to do with all the pussy, you will swim in the pussy." I couldn't stop myself from laughing, just hearing her speak like that was hilarious. I've never felt so reassured, in all my life. It felt good to have someone telling me that things are going to get better. I was used to my mom telling me to play different things on my guitar. "That means a lot to me Anna, it really does." I said, clearing my throat a little. Anna took a breath and said, "How about this. On prom night, you aren't Jake. And I'm not Anna? How about for just one night you become my boyfriend, and I will be your girlfriend. With all the perks that come with being a couple. Sound good? I'll show up in a fancy dress, and we'll go to the prom, we'll play a couple songs and then we'll just be a couple enjoying the prom, complete with dances, spiked punch, I'll put my head on your shoulder while we sway, and it will be a great night." I looked at her, "Are you serious?" Anna smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I have a way of telling about people. Jake you are a really great guy. You deserve a prom that you'll remember for a lifetime, and I would love to be the girl to give that to you." She spun and spread her arms, "Plus you will be the envy of every asshole there so that's got to be a big plus." Suddenly my Mom knocked on the door and called out, "Jake?" I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth but Anna's hand shot out and covered my mouth before I could speak. Anna let out a loud moan, incredibly sexual. Shivers ran through my body with the sexual heat behind it. I could almost see my Mother through the door hesitating about bothering me. Anna stepped back from me and put a finger over her lips, shhing me. Then unexpectedly she turned toward the door and pulled off her shirt, just pulled it off! She had given me her bra before so now she was completely topless in my room. Of course her back was turned so I only caught glimpses of the sides of her wonderful breasts. My eyes widened when Anna opened the door just a crack. "Hi," She panted as if she had been out of breath. "We kind of need a few minutes." I could tell my mother was fighting her instincts. "Just wanted to make sure you guys are safe." She hand Anna something I couldn't see. "Okay thanks." Anna said, "Bye." Then she shut the door in my Mom's face. Anna stayed facing away from me for a moment as she grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on. Then she spun toward me with a huge smile, in her hand was a condom. "Wow your mom is bold." I nodded, "I don't know if bold is the way I would put it." Anna tossed herself on the bed and set the condom down on the little table that my clock sat on. She propped herself on my pillows and said, "Hey at least she thinks you're having sex with me right now." "That's almost as good as actually having sex with you." I said, "Losing that virginity problem to you would be the best like five seconds of my life." She laughed and said, "I bet you could last more that five seconds. Six or seven at least." "Ouch." We laughed and then got down to business. Anna taught me the chords for her song "Cups" simply because everyone would expect it. I asked her if she knew any Evanesence songs, and we worked out "Bring Me To Life" as our third song. We spent the next hour or so running through the songs making sure we had it worked out. After we were done Anna stretched and sighed, "I guess I should be going." I set the guitar back in the rack and clicked the amp off. I looked at her and smiled, "Alright. I think we're going to be amazing. So what time should we meet up for the Prom?" Anna smiled and shrugged, "Seven o'clock is probably good." "Okay I'll be ready."