A Kellog Serial
"Every girl wants her prom night to be special," Cindy began, speaking directly into her brand new digital videocamera.
"And I'm no different than any other girl," she continued, moving behind the camera and positioning it so that it pointed at the mirror on top of her makeup table. The image wiggled and wobbled as Cindy centered the camera.
When she was satisfied with both the framing and the focus, she peered over the side of the camera. The camera immediately jumped out of focus, trying to decipher the large image of her face, looming in front of the lens. "My name's Cindy, and this is my video diary leading up to my prom night."
Cindy smiled a big, happy smile at the camera, then her face disappeared as she moved out of the way. A second or two later, her face popped back into view at the same askew angle. "I hope you like it," she added, smiling goofily into the camera again, before disappearing once more. "I hope I do, too," she said, popping back into view; making an even goofier face.
The camera shot the empty makeup table until Cindy re-appeared in the frame, stepping over to her makeup table and sitting down on the simple wooden chair. She continued smiling into the camera through the reflected image of her make up table mirror as she picked up her hair brush and began running it through her long blonde hair. She paused.
"I guess I should explain why I'm making a video diary leading up to my prom night."
Cindy stopped brushing her hair and stood up, turning herself around so that she was now sitting on the wooden chair backwards, facing the video camera. Her long shapely legs were spread apart by the back of the chair, but because of the angle of the video camera, it was difficult to see anything beyond the opening in the high hem line of her white oversized night shirt.
"As most of you know, well, maybe not most of you," she corrected herself, "once this gets posted around the Internet, but as some of you know, this is a special prom.
"I go to a small high school in Iowa. There are only about 65 of us in my graduating class, and this is the largest class in seven years. Because our school is so small, we haven't had a true senior prom in seven years. Instead, they used to have to combine the Junior and Senior classes together in the gym. Even though they called it a 'prom', it's just not the same, y'know?
"Anyway, since our class is the largest -- and the best -- in seven years, we wanted to hold our own senior prom in a fancy hotel in the big city. We really wanted to do it up proper. We've been planning it since our Sophomore year. But we just couldn't raise enough money. We held car washes, bake sales, work days, got a booth at the county fair, but it just wasn't enough.
"So, I had this idea. Y'know that movie starring Robert Redford and Woody Harrelson, and Demi Moore, where the rich guy offers $1 million to have sex with the guy from Cheers's wife? -- Gawd, who wouldn't, he's so sexy -- her too, did you see her in that movie where she was a stripper? That was so awesome, I wish I could dance like that --
"So, anyway, I had this idea that maybe, with the Internet and all, maybe someone would pay to go to the prom with me. . . . I mean, I know I'm not sexy like Demi Moore, but I don't think I'm exactly ugly, either."
Cindy stood up and shucked off her oversized night shirt, freely displaying her thin, well-proportioned, 5' 6" frame. Her long legs, long blonde hair, and flat stomach made her appear taller than she really was. She was wearing a pair of lacey white "short-short" panties and matching bra. She ran her hands all over her body, down her flat stomach, over her narrow hips, and down the sides of her thin thighs.
"So, what do you think," she asked, practicing her most sexy voice, "Would you bid to go out on a date with me?" Cindy ran her hands over the tops of her thighs, and then caressed herself on her inner thighs. Her legs, which were still straddling the seat of the chair, created an isosceles triangle which came to a sharp point somewhere behind the top bar of the chair's backrest.
"How much would you bid?" she asked, pouting our her lower lip as she raised her right hand up mess up her long straight golden hair, striking her best glamour pose. "$100? $200? $500? A thousand? Maybe more?" she asked hopefully.
"Well, let me tell you a little bit about myself," she said, dropping her pose and sitting down on the seat backwards, so that she was still facing the camera.
"I'm 18. I'm 5 feet 7 inches tall -- 5'8'' in heels -- when I weighed myself this morning I was 119 lbs, and I'm a true blonde . . . although I wouldn't be able to prove it," she added, leaning forward slightly to stare into the video camera to emphasize her unstated point. "I shave," she whispered, before breaking into an embarrassed giggle, leaning back and hiding her face in her hands.
"Oh, oh yeah," she added, opening her hands like shutters and peering through them, "I'm still a virgin, but I'm sexually active. Very active. How do I do that? Well, I'll let you figure that out," she laughed, briefly holding up two fingers and wiggling them in front of the camera, before closing her hands over her face again, hiding her embarrassment.
She gathered herself together and crossed her arms, leaning on the top of the backrest. "I'm still a virgin because my dad was very protective. He even made my mom home school me, which is why I'm a year behind. She didn't know too much," she laughed.
"I promised my father after my mother divorced him that I would wait to have sex until after I turned 19. He didn't think 18 was old enough. Like I said, he was very protective. And I'm going to keep my promise. I hope that isn't a problem." She paused, staring into the camera. "I mean, it's not like everyone has sex at the prom, right?"
"I mean, when everyone starts leaving to go upstairs, that means that we'll have the whole dance floor to ourselves, right? We can slow dance all night long. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Cindy got up from the chair and walked over to the front of video camera perched on top of the cheap tripod she had bought used off of eBay. The auto focussing lens quickly adjusted as she stood immediately in front of the camera, so that only her flat stomach and hips were in view.
"Can't you imagine it? Holding me in your arms, breathing in my sweet perfume, nibbling on my ear while I kiss your neck, leaving lipstick on your collar. You hold me tight, running your strong hands all over my bare back. It feels so good being in your arms, with you touching my bare skin, that I begin to get excited and start to flush, which you immediately notice.
"I press my warm, hard, body up against yours so that you can feel the shape of my young body through the elegant clothes. My firm, eager breasts push into your chest as we dance, and you can tell how excited I really am by the pounding beat of my heart."
The video camera captured Cindy's hands wandering over her nearly new body as she swayed from side to side, caressing her arms and chest. She squeezed her breasts underneath her bra, then reached around behind her back to undo the clasp. Her bra fell free, revealing her soft, yet firm breasts to the camera. Her small nipples were rock hard.
Cindy cupped the underside of her young tits and then began pulling erotically at her pink tips. Still swaying to the music, now with her eyes closed, it was obvious she was starting to lose herself in the moment.
