Mark and Diane were the perfect couple. All their friends thought so, as did each of their families. They had met their first year of high school, quickly becoming an item, inseparable, attending every dance, every function together.
Diane was tall, statuesque with near coal black hair that fell well towards the middle of her back. In addition, she had piercing blue eyes just like her mothers. Mark was at least an inch shorter than she was, a fact he was oft times kidded about. He wore his nearly blonde hair a little longer than most guys, preferring it that way simply because he thought his ears too big even though they weren't. And besides, he loved it whenever he and Diane would sit on the couch watching T.V. together while she sat running her fingers through it.
What few if any knew about either of them was that they were both virgins. Early on they'd discussed their desires for one another, freely admitting to them. And though the temptations had been great, Mark and Diane had agreed not to rush anything. And though it was more Diane's wish to wait rather than his, Mark respected and thus accepted that decision.
As graduation approached, both Diane and Mark began making plans for the future. They both felt that they would in fact eventually marry. But for the time being, it seemed like everything continued to work out perfectly so as to ensure their being together as they were both accepted to the same college.
So it was, they were looking forward to the last major dance they'd ever attend at the high school. The big 'Christmas' dance was a major affair, and Mark wanted it to be as perfect and as memorable as possible for Diane. He'd made reservations at a posh restaurant for after the dance, had hired a limousine to pick her up at her home, take her to the dance, and then to the restaurant afterwards.
Mark had also made one more reservation that he hadn't mentioned anything to Diane about. He'd reserved one of the nicest hotel rooms that he could in the event that this night might culminate in their actually being together for the first time.
In the weeks prior to all this, Diane had intimated that the possibility of something 'special' happening wasn't all that remote. Both were of age by this time, and with the assurance from their parents that they were responsible as well as committed to their individual goals, they were often left alone. Even then, nothing more than a little light petting ever occurred between them. Mark and Diane enjoyed those intimate times together, long heavy sessions where they would kiss, barely coming up for air. It was during one such evening that Diane had finally let it be known that she was considering taking their relationship to a new level.
Mark had been enjoying one of the few rare times when Diane had allowed him to slip his hands beneath the sweater she was wearing. She had worn her front clasping bra, which had become their unspoken secret signal that he could undo it, thus given permission to caress her bare breasts. If she wore one of her others, Mark usually had to content himself with touching her on the outside of her clothing. But throughout the entire time since they had even gotten to this level with one another sexually, neither one of them had even spoken or attempted to do or try anything else.
Diane was in a particularly playful mood. Her parents were away for the entire weekend; her younger sister spending the night with a girlfriend had afforded them another rare opportunity in being alone without fear of any interruptions. The Christmas dance was less than a week away now, and they were both looking forward to going.
"Mark?"
"Yeah?"
He had just gotten the front clasp of her bra undone, already becoming excited with the certain knowledge that he would soon be caressing that magnificent flesh. That, and feeling Diane's taut hard nipples being rolled around between his fingers was at the moment, foremost on his mind.
"Do you know, you've never actually asked me to go to the dance with you?"
Mark knew by Diane's tone of voice that she really wasn't being serious. If she had been, he wouldn't be sitting there with his hand already cupping one of her soft firm breasts.
"Diane..." he began, saying it in such a way that she should automatically, and of course know by now that their going to the dance together was a given.
"It's the last dance we'll ever probably have their together," she said much more seriously, actually pulling away from him so that he was forced to relinquish her boob having just barely felt her hard little nipple.
"Ok, will you please go to the dance with me?" he asked, "And please let me go back to playing with your boobs?" he thought directly after.
Diane stood up off the couch forcing Mark to release his hold on her entirely. Bewildered, he sat there staring at her, wondering where all this was really going.
"That didn't sound like you were really all that interested in taking me," she said with an obvious pout. "I think you should ask me like you really mean it, like you really want me to go with you," she stated holding the front the blouse closed, which Mark had painstakingly spent the last fifteen minutes finally getting undone.
He sat up straight looking at her. "Diane, would you like to go to the dance with me?" he asked her again.
"You still don't sound like you really want me to go with you," she said teasingly. "Maybe this will help you say it with a little more meaning!"
Mark was stunned. Diane was nearly dancing as she suddenly took the blouse she'd been holding closed with her hands, opening it to reveal her only partially clad breasts, her bra threatening to come away with the slightest movement. Slipping her blouse the rest of the way off her shoulders, her bra too came away until she stood for the briefest of moments with her breasts showing, before quickly covering them with her hands.
Mark could still count the number of times he'd actually touched Diane on one hand. Including his having done so through her clothing. In all that time, he had never even once caught a glimpse of her breasts as they had either petted in total darkness, or like now with the lights on, being treated to touching her flesh without ever seeing it.
"Oh Diane!" Marks voice caught, trailing off.
Diane smiled, allowing a portion of one breast to be slightly more revealed as she spread her hands, allowing her now very aroused nipple to peek through the blinds of her parted fingers.
"Go on," she teased suggestively.
