The Major Diaries Pt 07

Jon Major has always enjoyed the company of women. In the series

Caught!

we saw Jon as a college student whose heart was broken repeatedly by girlfriends who were unfaithful. The Major Diaries tells the story of Jon when he's older and wiser - and determined to be with as many beautiful women as possible without risking betrayal. How well does he succeed? Chapter 7 explains how Stephanie surprises everyone on the night of her prom. All characters are adults over the age of 18.

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Jon and Stephanie had reached the stage in their relationship that they could barely keep their hands off each other. On Monday she stopped at his apartment after school, and they went straight to his bedroom. They wanted to make love. Now. There would be time for conversation after they'd had sex.

As usual, the first time they made love in a day was always hot, sweaty and passionate. They were both fit, young people with high sex drives. If they hadn't seen each other for more than a day, they tended to expend a lot of calories when they went to bed.

Jon fetched bottles of water when it was over. "Here. You need to hydrate after the workout we just had," he told Stephanie.

They talked about her progress in French class since Jon started tutoring her. "If I keep it up, I should have no trouble finishing with an A," she said.

There was one topic Jon wanted to discuss. "Did you make any progress getting a date for prom?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact, I did," she said. "I put the word out this morning that I was interested in knowing if Denny had a date. Just after lunch he asked me to go."

"Good! He sounds like he'll make a good date," Jon said.

"I hope so. He's always seemed nice. A lot of jocks are jerks, but he's not."

"I have a suggestion," Jon said. "You'll enjoy prom more if you know more about Denny before you go. Why don't you suggest going out sometime before prom? Maybe you could go to a coffee shop. Somewhere you could talk a little, and get to know each other. That way he wouldn't be such a stranger when you finally make it to prom."

"I hadn't thought of that. We've never had a real conversation. That's a good idea."

"Good ideas. It's what I do," Jon said.

"I guess I'm going to need to find a dress," Stephanie said.

"Definitely. Any idea what you'll get?"

"None. A lot of girls go to a store that resells used dresses. I'll probably need to settle for whatever they have that fits."

Jon nodded and took another sip of water. Something about what Stephanie said was bothersome. He didn't like hearing her use the word "settle." This was the woman he loved. If he had anything to do with it, she wouldn't have to settle for anything.

"I think I've got a better idea. We ought to take you to the best dress shop in the city, and let me buy you the best dress they have. We'll get it altered so it fits you perfectly. We'll get something that announces to everyone at your prom that you are the most beautiful woman at the dance."

"Really?" Stephanie said.

"Sure. I want to take you shopping. When can you go?"

"After my game Saturday, I guess. Aren't you afraid someone will spot us?"

"We're going to go to a place that sells high-fashion couture to women who look like models. I doubt that anyone from your high school will be there shopping for prom dresses."

The next weekend Jon and Stephanie got a list of shops that sounded promising. The place at the top of their list was called

Show

, and Jon thought it was perfect as soon as they walked in the door. Jon's mother was a former beauty queen, winning a lot of competitions including Miss Quebec. This was the kind of shop she liked. They were browsing when a woman wearing a beautiful suit asked if she could show them anything in particular.

"My friend needs a gown suitable for a formal dance," Jon said.

"Let's see what we can find," the clerk said. "What kind of dance is this?"

"It's my high school prom," Stephanie said.

That surprised the clerk. The shop didn't sell many prom dresses. They were more likely to cater to women who wanted something that made them look like glamorous models or actresses on a red carpet. Still, it was easy to tell that Jon and Stephanie wanted something better than typical prom dresses, so the clerk started making suggestions.

The first gown Stephanie tried on was very beautiful and classy. It had a lot of lace and included some see-thru panels that looked sexier than a normal prom dress.

"How do you like it?" Jon asked.

"It's nice. It costs an awful lot."

"Do me a favor and don't look at the price tags. Why don't you try some more? It's not a good idea to buy the first dress you like."

Stephanie tried a second dress, then a third. They were all nice. But the clerk thought she could do better. When girls go to proms, they don't usually like dresses that make them look like little princesses. They want to look like beautiful women.

"I have a dress I think you'll like," she said to Stephanie.

The clerk came back with a sparkly red gown completely unlike the previous dresses. Instead of being floor length, this dress had a short skirt that put Stephanie's shapely legs on display. The straps were narrow enough to reveal her athletic arms and shoulders. There was a generous amount of cleavage. Every inch of the fabric was covered with shiny red sequins. Stephanie put on high heels and looked in the mirror. The reflection was unlike anything she'd ever seen. She looked like a supermodel, not a princess.

"Wow," Jon said. "I think we may have a winner."

"Really? This isn't the kind of dress I think about when I think about proms."

"That's a good thing," the clerk said. "You don't want to look like all the other girls, do you?"

"No. You're right," Stephanie said.

"When you walk into the dance, everybody who knows you is going to stop and stare," Jon said. "This reveals a side of you that no one has ever seen."

"Your boyfriend is right, dear," the clerk said. "Let me show you how it will look after it's altered." She used clips to pull the fabric snug in the back. When she was done, the dress clung to Stephanie's curves like a coat of shiny red paint.

"When I think of you, I think of something like this," Jon said.

"Boy. This is not what I had in mind. I like it a lot, but it's different. Are you sure something like this is right for a prom?"

"Of course it is, dear. The most beautiful women define their own style. This dress says you are someone who can pull off a special look. I'd suggest something else. Most high school girls style their hair in an updo for their prom. Don't do that. Find a stylist who'll set your hair so it falls to your shoulders. You have lovely hair and lovely shoulders. Let people see them."

Stephanie couldn't stop looking at her reflection. She knew she was a beautiful woman. She'd seen the way Jon looked at her body. But this dress displayed her beauty in a completely different way. She looked glamorous. It was a very sexy dress, but there was nothing about it that made it unsuitable for a prom. It was different, certainly, but in a good way.

"I can't imagine you'll find a dress more beautiful than this," Jon said.

"This is a lot of money for a dress I'll wear one time," she said.

"For the love of God, please stop worrying about the price. My mother wears dresses that cost a lot more than this. Trust me, you'll wear this dress many times. I'll take you out to lots of places where this dress is perfect."

"Your boyfriend is right again, dear. This is the kind of dress that beautiful women like you wear all the time," the clerk said.

Stephanie looked at herself from the left, then from the right. She looked beautiful and sexy from all angles.

"I just got an idea," the clerk said. "I'll be right back."

When the clerk returned, she was carrying a lacy bra. "If I was wearing this dress, I'd wear one of these."

"What is it?" Stephanie asked.

"It's a push up bra."

"A push-up bra!?"

The clerk laughed. "Just put it on and see how it looks. Trust me."

They went back to the changing room, and when they returned Jon was so awed that he gasped for breath.

"Va va voom!" he said.

"I couldn't describe it better myself," the clerk said. "The way you look right now makes a statement. It says you aren't a school girl anymore. It says you're a woman. Is that the statement you want to make?"

Stephanie couldn't take her eyes off the reflection of her cleavage. She knew she had nice, generous C-cup boobs. This dress (and the push-up bra) made her cleavage dramatic. There was nothing dirty or obscene about it. Actresses and models dressed like that all the time. It was just jarring to reconcile the sexy woman in the mirror with the way Stephanie had always thought of herself.

She liked this new Stephanie better.

"Ok. Let's do this one," she said.

"Good choice," Jon said.

"You'll be the most beautiful woman at the dance," the clerk said.

"I'm not sure what my mother will think," Stephanie said.

"There's no law that says you have to wear the bra when you model the dress for your mother," the clerk said.

"Good advice," Jon said.

"You two are both bad influences. Especially you, Jon," Stephanie said.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Jon said.

Stephanie was excited as Jon drove her home. The dress made her a lot more enthusiastic about going to prom with a boy she barely knew. One thing was certain: Denny would like the dress. A lot. He was a tall, handsome boy. They would make a striking couple.

"I'm glad you convinced me to go to the prom. I wish I was going with you, but this is the second best thing,"

"Of course it is," Jon said. "This is a memory people never forget. You'll get a picture taken with your date, and you'll always remember how beautiful you looked."

They drove back to Jon's apartment and realized they had time to make love before Stephanie had to go home. They were both aroused by seeing Stephanie wearing such a sexy gown. It made them feel frisky and alive.

Jon was on top of Stephanie, making love enthusiastically, when she wrestled him onto his back and began riding him like a horse at a rodeo. She looked utterly lovely, moving gracefully as she went up and down, back and forth, left and right. Jon hadn't seen anything so beautiful since he was in love with his high school girlfriend Samantha, the girl he took to prom. She was also the girl who introduced him to sex. They'd started out as two virgins, but eventually became accomplished lovers.

That was a good description of Stephanie - a virgin who'd become a femme fatale.

Like Sam, Stephanie enjoyed sex without reservations, and she used it to express her love. Jon hadn't seen anything so beautiful since he was in love with Sam. When they were finished, Jon leaned over Stephanie and kissed her. "You are a marvel," he said. "I can never get enough of you."

"I'm glad," she said. "The good news is, there's plenty of me. You'll never run out."

He kissed her again, soulfully and passionately. "I love kissing you," she said.

Jon laid back and looked up at the ceiling as he recovered from their sexual work-out. "I know this is not your favorite topic, but I want you to know how I feel about something," Jon said.

"The boy who's taking you to the prom is going to be floored when he sees you in that dress. He knows you're a beautiful girl, but this is going to be something very special for him. It's going to be very good for his ego to go to the prom with a knock-out like you."

"Do you really think so?" Stephanie asked.

"Of course I do. He's going to be thrilled to show you off to his buddies. His buddies are going to be jealous, and their girlfriends are going to wish they looked as good as you. I want you to enjoy all that. I hope it helps you have the best possible evening."

"I hope so, too. I'm glad you said you wanted me to go to the prom."

"When the prom is over, and your date takes you home, he is going to expect you to kiss him. I want you to know that I expect you to kiss him. And I don't mean some chaste little kiss like you get from your grandmother. I expect you to give him a passionate, powerful kiss that he'll never forget. I expect you to give him a big girl kiss. And I expect you to enjoy it. Kissing is supposed to be fun. Don't think it takes anything away from what we have if you kiss someone else and have a good time doing it."

They were quiet for a moment. "It doesn't surprise me that you feel that way. It's hard for me to think about. Nothing can subtract from my love for you. People who go to prom are supposed to kiss afterward. It would hurt Denny's feelings if we didn't."

Stephanie snuggled up into Jon's arms. She felt loved, safe, and protected. Her prom date Denny was a nice boy, but he posed no threat to Jon. She could kiss him a thousand times and it would make no difference to the way she felt about her real love. Being with Jon triggered a lot of feelings that were new for Stephanie. She was a studious girl, so it's not surprising that she started reading more about adult relationships.

It made her a bit uncomfortable knowing that she and Jon had what was called an "open" relationship. She'd never imagined a romance like that, but when she read the way people described open relationships, it made perfect sense. It helped her feel less jealous about the fact that Jon dated other girls. He deserved to enjoy himself. If Jon couldn't take her to nice places where he wanted to go, there was no reason he couldn't find a girl willing to have no-strings-attached fun.

She felt Jon begin to kiss her cheek, her neck, and finally her breasts. Stephanie felt aroused almost instantly. They'd just made love, and she was ready to do it again. She knew that sex and love weren't the same thing, but having both was wonderful.

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Denny took Stephanie to a coffee shop a block from where they went to school. It was a nice place for conversation, and Stephanie suggested they should get to know each other before the night of the prom. When they got there Denny failed to ask what she wanted, so he bought her a very fattening pastry. Stephanie thought it was too sweet, but she ate it anyway because she knew Denny was doing his best to be nice, and she didn't want to discourage him.

He was so nervous his hands were shaking. "This is the first time I've been on a date," he told her.

"You're doing a fine job," Stephanie said. That was an exaggeration, but she wanted Denny to relax and be himself. For whatever reason, her comment worked. Denny quickly became talkative.

They began by discussing the thing they had in common: sports. Denny talked about playing basketball, and Stephanie talked about soccer. Denny knew Stephanie was set to receive a full-ride scholarship from UCLA. Everyone at school knew that. He said he wished he could play basketball for a powerhouse college, but that the only place recruiting him was a small, private college that never competed with top-level schools. Since he had no chance of playing professional sports, Denny wanted to earn a degree in civil engineering, like his father. For Denny, sports would never be more than a rewarding hobby.

"But everybody says you could play professionally," Denny said.

"I try not to take that too seriously," Stephanie said. "There's a lot of very good players, and not many pro teams."

"I hope you make it. I'd love to play professionally," he said.

"Thank you. That's very gracious."

Stephanie got nervous when Denny mentioned that he'd never seen the girls soccer team compete, and he expressed an interest in going to a game. She did not want that to happen. Denny might expect her to go out with him after the game. She liked going to Jon's apartment after a game, and she didn't want to invent some excuse to avoid seeing him.

When it was over, the date accomplished what was intended. They were a lot more familiar with each other. There was no romantic chemistry, but they'd established a cordial relationship that was friendly enough to make their experience at the prom more enjoyable.

Still, Stephanie was nervous on the night of the dance. She was glad her mother had to work, because it meant Stephanie didn't have to show her mother her sexy prom dress. It had taken a lot of effort to convince Stephanie's mother that it was OK to go to the prom. She would never approve of such a glamorous gown.

Denny was wearing a traditional tuxedo when he picked her up. Because he was 6 feet 7 inches tall, he didn't have many options at the men's formal wear rental stores. But that ended up being a good thing. The only suits that fit were timeless classic styles that emphasized his broad shoulders and athletic physique. He'd never looked more handsome. Stephanie was glad to be taken to the prom by such a good-looking boy.

He got a shock when they got to the prom and Denny helped Stephanie remove her coat. That sparkly red dress and dramatic cleavage was so beautiful and sexy that it startled him. Stephanie saw the surprised look in Denny's eyes when he got his first look at her, and it made her feel good inside.

She got a similar thrill when they walked into the room. Denny was the tallest, most distinguished looking boy there. Because she knew Denny would be a head taller, Stephanie wore very high heels that allowed her to tower over the other girls. Conversations stopped in mid sentence when they came into view. Everyone knew what Denny and Stephanie looked like, but his tuxedo and her sexy gown presented an image that was completely new. Denny was a god, and Stephanie was his goddess. People who saw them assumed they must be involved romantically. People stared.

It was like that for the whole prom. Denny and Stephanie were, by far, the most attractive couple at the dance. The prom king and queen looked like middle schoolers in comparison. Denny's mother had lectured him on proper behavior, so he knew to hold the door for Stephanie, to hang up her coat, to push in her seat, to fetch a cup of punch, and to ask her to dance.

He did everything with poise and grace except for the dancing. From Denny's angle, it was almost impossible not to stare straight into Stephanie's cleavage. He tried not to stare - he really did - but he failed so many times that Stephanie had to work hard not to laugh. His discomfort was so blatant that it was charming. As they danced, Stephanie laid her head on his chest and enjoyed the feeling of his big, strong arms around her. It was turning into a memorable evening.

They posed for the traditional pictures. Mingled and talked with their friends. Smiled, laughed, and enjoyed each other's company. In every way that mattered, the night was virtually perfect. Stephanie remembered how emphatically Jon said she needed to go to her high school prom, even though he couldn't be there for her. Jon had been right. This was an experience she would remember forever.

There was another moment like that when Denny dropped her off at home. She'd already decided that when it was time to kiss him good night, Stephanie would give him a deep, passionate kiss that he'd remember. He bent down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips, but Stephanie put her hand behind his head, pulled him toward her, and gave him the kind of kiss grown women give to grown men. Denny was startled, but in a good way. On his own, he went in for a second kiss, but then something unexpected happened.

Denny got an erection. He was embarrassed when he realized that Stephanie could surely feel the boner pressing against her body. He tried to pull away, but Stephanie realized she needed to reassure him.

"It's alright, Denny. It's fine. I'm glad you feel that way about me." With that, she hugged Denny hard enough to press their bodies together. She considered reaching down and stroking him through his pants, but she realized that was too much for a boy who would never be a boyfriend.