Lightening crashed. The flash of light woke Amy up from a start. The thunder from the previous flash of lightening rumbled in the distance. The light wouldn't switch on. It took a second for her brain to turn on and start it's own rumbling. She moaned lightly as she remembered what happened.
It was prom night. She had a date with Cyrus Warner. Cyrus was the big man on campus and normally preferred the cheerleader types, no brains, and easy. Amy was an opposite. Sure she enjoyed sports, but she wasn't the type to be the airhead blonde on the sidelines. She was the type that wanted to participate. Soccer in the fall, basketball in winter, softball in the spring. It kept her in shape and in good overall spirits. The concentration on the field also brought a concentration to the classroom. Guys at her school did not like to be around guys that not only outsmarted them, but could beat them in one on one, and she didn't mean the kind in the bedroom.
It was her senior prom, and she was surprised that Cyrus asked her. At first she thought it was a joke, but he turned out to be serious. They went on a few dates before prom. Every date he was the perfect gentleman. He danced his way through her parents with ease. He brought flowers on every date. He made her feel all tingly inside. He even told her that he loved her.
Wow. She didn't know what she did to impress this hunk of a man, but she must have did something. She was willing to do almost anything with him after that. She allowed him to do many things that she only dreamed about. He touched her in places she only touched herself. There was two things she didn't let him do though, because she wanted it to be special. He made all the arrangements for that special night. Prom Night. This would be the night she would let the man that loved her take her virginity.
He picked her up in a stretch limo. It matched their outfits. He even helped her pick out the dress. She felt self conscious in the dress. It was low cut, showing a bit of cleavage, and cut right above the knee causing her to show a lot of leg. If it made him happy though, she was going to wear it. She entered the stretch limo. They had a great meal at a cozy Italian restaurant. She started to feel a little tipsy after her first glass of wine. She also felt a little frisky. She was frisky enough that she took her panties off for him and gave him them. The meal was done and she even started to feel a little tired.
They entered the limo and he couldn't keep his hands off of her. Oh the feeling that he was giving her as he slipped one of his fingers underneath her dress. He slowly started to bring her on edge and she gasped, not wanting the chauffer to overhear them. Before anything could happen though, they arrived at the Prom.
Prom was nice. The theme of the prom was "Congratulations class of 2001, the first class of the REAL 21st century," Gold, silver, and white, the schools colors, were all over the walls of the Birmingham Civic Center. Silver and Gold balloons came down from the ceiling slowly as the helium started to lose it's power. Cyrus brought her over to a table and sat her down.
"I'll be back. I need to go use the men's room," he said, kissing her softly. She kissed back. She was still feeling out of it. She had plenty of rest in waiting for this night, but she couldn't shake this groggy feeling. It was this groggy feeling caused her not to be alert enough to notice someone come behind her. She felt a slight tug on her earring. The clip on earring came off easily as Jason Brooks, the Senior Class clown, and probably the only guy she talked to before Cyrus, sat down beside her.
"Aww, poor Amy way-me can run over a big center, but still isn't brave enough for a real earring," he said as he clipped the earring to his nose. In his class clown style, he didn't wear a normal tuxedo. He had to stand out. He was wearing a hot pink tuxedo jacket with lime green pants and baby blue shoes. It was a Yellow and Purple polka dot bow tie. The school insisted tuxedos, and of course Jason had to be outside the norm.
"Give me that back," she said, "Cyrus will be hear any minute! Do you want him to cream you?"
"No thanks, he's probably saving his 'cream' for later tonight," he chuckled in reply, "but no, this earring matches my suit," he said, running his finger through his short brown hair.
She reached out to nab him but he dodged out of the way. It didn't take long before she was taking off her black pumps and chasing after him to get her earring back. No matter how athletic she was, this boy was always able to outrun her. She kept trying to tell him to go out for track, but in his words, "No, I only run fast when someone I piss off is chasing me."
He ran down a corridor and over to the men's room and opened the door. He stuck his tongue out and made motions to enter.
"You wouldn't dare!" she shouted…
"I would too and….." they were interrupted by a voice.
"Hey man," said the voice echoing from the bathroom amongst the laughter, "How is Amy the Athlete Ice Queen."
"I heard she's a lesbian," said someone else.
Someone laughed, "She has to be with all the sports she plays. She's the only one that ever talks to that faggot Jason."
"Well," he said starting to close the door, "I guess not."
"Keep the door open," she said with a smile, "Watch him defend my honor."
"Well she's no angel," said the recognizable voice of Warner, "Last night, she blew me to high heavens."
"No way!" said a chorus of voices.
"Man, that isn't all. She has this like huge collection of vibrators, and she was going off on me, keeping me at the brink for the longest time…"
