Isabel Molchini looked at herself in the oval, dark wood framed, full length mirror that rested on its stand beside her dresser and smiled. She looked extremely beautiful and knew that all the guys at the event would be unable to resist looking at her. But that wasn't unusual. Guys, young men and older men, were always gazing in her direction shouting out crude, sexual things or making wolf whistles as she passed. She always considered their staring eyes and obscene statements to be compliments. After all, they only treated the best looking girls that way. And she knew that she was, without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous women in her neighborhood.
At eighteen the young Italian woman was of average height and possessed a figure with curves that most other girls envied. Her long, dark brown hair flowed down in loose, nearly black, shimmering waves to frame the perfect olive complexioned oval of her lovely face before pouring over her shoulders to cover her breasts and back. With almond shaped eyes that were the same dark hue as her hair, heavy eyebrows tweezed into crisp arches, a slim, sloping nose that rose to a point at the end, and a wide mouth with thin, delicate, pink lips, she exhibited an intimate sultriness that belied the fact that she was still a virgin.
Thinking of her status as a virgin, she sighed. It was not something she had planned. In fact, if she'd have had her way her cherry would have been popped a few years earlier by Shawn Webber, her first boyfriend. But when they tried to do it, that one time, he had gotten too excited and shot his hot, thick cum all over her taut belly and soft, dark pussy hair before ever getting his cock inside her. And afterwards he had been so embarrassed by the incident that he'd refused to try again. However, Isabel didn't consider what had happened to be embarrassing at all. She thought it was hot. So much so that, for a long time following their date, she would often masturbate while remembering the long, thick shaft of his throbbing cock and the heated splash of his slimy jizz as it spurt in heavy, white dollops against her flesh, and she would cum and cum and cum.
Isabel had played with her hairy young snatch a lot since then, gushing steaming rushes of creamy juices over her fingers at least three times a day. She had a super hot cunt that was always wet and ready, but she had never been fucked. However, this was the night of her senior prom and she was determined that that would be changed before the end of the celebration.
By the time they send up the fireworks, like they do every year, my pussy will be experiencing explosive climaxes on a big, hard cock,
she thought with a smile.
And she knew exactly who she wanted to be the first boy to fuck her. His name was Orson Brewster. He was nineteen years old, tall, muscular, blond haired, and super handsome with dazzling green eyes. He wasn't her boyfriend and wasn't even her date to the prom. She'd had a crush on him for a year, even before he started going out with Beth James, who was her best friend until then. Isabel and Beth were two of the most beautiful and popular girls at the school, and the only reason he had chosen Beth was because she was known to be a slut. He wanted a girl he could fuck, so he went for the sure thing. He had no idea that she would be just as willing to spread her legs for him. But she was determined to insure he would know before the night was over.
It was rumored that, once he got started, he would screw a girl again and again throughout the night. Isabel hoped that the gossip was true. Because she didn't want him to just fuck her one time. She wanted him to bang her repeatedly during the night so that by the time they went home in the morning her pussy would be so sore she couldn't sit down for a week.
The doorbell rang and, after a moment, she heard her mother call out to her. Her date had arrived. Grabbing her tiny white clutch purse, which contained only lip gloss, foundation, and eyeliner to touch up her make-up, a mobile phone, the wallet containing her driver's license and credit cards, and twelve packets containing lubricated, ultra-sheer, magnum sized condoms. While she was planning to get fucked, Isabel had no desire to wind up pregnant, so she had purchased the condoms with the thought that twelve would probably be enough.
Walking down the stairs that led to the livingroom, she saw her boyfriend, Ingo Dominco, was waiting for her. Although she was planning to spend the night having sex with Orson, she had accepted her boyfriend's offer to escort her to the prom. As he was her boyfriend, she knew it would be expected that they would appear together. But at the first available opportunity she planned to ditch him and get with Orson.
It was not that Ingo was unattractive. Far from it. Tall, dark haired, with a slender build, he was Italian, like her, but had a slightly darker complexion. A diver on the varsity swim team, he possessed great posture which combined with his slim physique to create a picture of elegance as he stood in his tux.
She had known Ingo since she was a little girl. His family was quite affluent, with political and financial connections throughout the country. They were also very catholic, like her own family. As they were growing up they were encouraged to spend time together, and they did. They became close friends, and he became her second boyfriend after she broke up with Shawn.
They both recognized that their parents were hoping they would marry. It was a sort of unspoken attempt to arrange a marriage between them. But that knowledge didn't make her angry. She loved Ingo. He was a great guy and would be a good husband. The only problem was that she didn't find him to be sexually arousing in the way she did other men. She had never had an erotic fantasy about him during the entire time they had known each other. When she rubbed her clit while thinking of a guy fucking her, it was always someone else she imagined. Someone like Simon Essex, Christopher Kaig, Clay Prince, or Orson Brewster. She had even had fantasies about having sex with complete strangers, but never with Ingo. The fact was..., he wasn't really her type. What she liked was big, muscular men with blond hair or red hair, who she imagined as having huge pricks and an ability too roughly dominate her. A profile that Ingo did not fit. And it was because of that aspect of their relationship that she came to understand the difference between love and sexual desire. She could love Ingo all she wanted, but she knew it would always be someone else who made her cunt burn.
