*This is female point of view and involves cheating. All characters are over 18.
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Prom is a big deal for a teen girl. That's why one needs to make sure to get every detail just right. That's why I decided to go with someone besides my boyfriend, Scott. Don't get me wrong, Scott is perfect marriage material; unconditionally committed, takes great care of me, he's even the perfect height (a couple inches taller than me) for a husband. But Prom requires someone really special; the man of my dreams, somebody I can reminisce about. Luckily, I met that perfect guy: very tall, strong, powerful, very sexual charged. His name was Rob.
I never thought I would have two potential dates interested in taking me to Prom. I was not fat but I definitely wasn't skinny either. I constantly felt the need to work out to make sure I didn't put on any extra weight, mostly doing aerobic exercises like the elliptical. I have to say that I have a great set of legs and buns because of it, at least Scott tells me that. I really love him because he adores every aspect of my being. He tells me I have nice boobs too, but I always wished they were bigger. He says I have the perfect pretty face and he even encouraged me to be a model. Being on the shorter side, 5'4", I knew that would not be a career path for me. I am really more of an artist, I liked photography and sketching. Scott wasn't too much into art, so when I took art classes he would never join me.
Line drawing and figures class, which I call Sketch class is actually where I met Rob. He needed an arts/music credit in order to graduate. He said he wanted to learn how to draw, but I'm sure he thought he'd see a naked model, or something.
One fateful lunch period, about a week or two before the Prom, I met up with Scott in the courtyard, it was a beautiful day. I decided this was the day I was going to break my good news to him. I was hoping that he would see how it was so great for me so I really tried to give a positive spin rather than focusing on the negative.
"So you'll never guess who I've been hanging out with in Sketch class," I riddled.
"I don't know, who?"
"Do you know Rob?" I wasn't sure if the two of them had ever met, "He's tall, muscular, good-looking, I think he does basketball or something?"
"ROB!?" He exclaimed incredulously, "That guy is the biggest jerk! He used to pick on me in middle school. One time he was doing pull-ups for gym class and I called him a show-off under my breath. He must have heard me because he dropped off the bar and challenged me to do even one pull-up. As soon as I got my hands on the bar and started to hang, he kicked the box from underneath. Then he pulled my pants and underwear down in front of the whole class. Then he was like 'now, who's showing off?' as I hung onto the bar and the whole class laughed at my privates."
I couldn't suppress a giggle.
"It's not funny, I hadn't really even started puberty so every one started calling me 'shrimpy'," he whined.
At that point I burst out laughing. That is the funniest thing I heard in a while.
"Why are you laughing at my torment?" he pouted, not becoming of a boy who turned 18 many months ago.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have tried to bully him?" I countered, "Did you ever think that maybe he was good at doing pull-ups because he is so strong and he had to do extra to make sure he got a good workout? It serves you right for getting so jealous of him and trying to humiliate him," I felt good defending Rob.
"Why are you standing up for him?" He questioned, "he's just a dumb jock jerk -face," stumbling while trying to be clever.
"He's not a jerk-face," I giggled, "He's actually really sweet to me. He's funny if you got to know him like I have."
I could tell Scott was backing down, finally. He proceeded to continue the conversation: "So you've been hanging out with him in art class?"
"Yeah, so he is really nice and charming. We sit next to each other everyday so we can chat."
"That is great that you are, like, best friends with my bully," he contributed sarcastically.
"Hey, he's not a bully. You started it," I interjected. "So we were talking last week and he let it slip that he actually had a crush on me and wanted to take me to Prom. Can you believe it? He is probably the cutest man in school and he has a crush on lil-ol'-me?" I felt my face get warm with blush.
"It looks like I will have the last laugh then," he mused, "What did he do when you told him you had a boyfriend and you were going to Prom with me?"
"Actually," I fidgeted not knowing how to say it, "I told him I had a crush on him too. And, I agreed to go to Prom with him."
"But you're my girlfriend and I did that big Promposal for you, I already made a deposit on the Limo and made a restaurant reservation at the new steak house I wanted to try, Giorgio's, I have everything planned out. They made me put the reservation on a credit card and they said they will charge me if I don't go or if I tried to dine-n-dash."
"I know," I conceded, "But this is Prom and I have such a big crush on him. I want to have the night of my life with him."
"Well if it's just going to be a one time thing," he accommodated, "It's not like you are going to have sex with him or anything. I mean you said you wanted the first time to be special and you were holding out until we got married."
"I dunno," I squirmed, "It really will be a special night. A lot of people do end up sleeping with their dates at the end of the night. I'm sure he's not interested in me like that, though. I think he just wants to get to know me better and have fun. He likes my personality. And besides could you imagine if such a hunk wanted to sleep with me? I mean that would be really amazing. I doubt he'll want to do anything like that with me. I kinda wish he did though."
"What about me, then?" he demanded.
"You can still go," I tried to give it a positive spin, "You can even hang out with us, if you don't mind a little PDA. Sorry! That reminds me, since you already paid for that Limo, do you mind if we use it?"
"I actually didn't pay for it completely, I just put a deposit down."
"Please, ple-ple-ple-pleeeeease?" I begged him
"Fine," he could never turn me down. "I guess it can probably fit 3 people."
"3 people? You can't come with us in the limo, silly. We will need our privacy. I mean you would just be a third wheel anyways. What's the fun in that?"
Scott looked dumbfounded. He was at a loss for words.
"So Rob and I will be able to really get to know each other in there," I contemplated, "it would be awesome if we made out in it, wouldn't it? Wow I have such butterflies in my stomach. I can't believe the cutest guy in school is taking me to Prom. I really hope I can show him a really good time. Aren't you excited for me honey?"
"Not really, I mean you are going with my bully and it sounds like you are going to sleep with him."
"Oh hush, you are so negative. We are just going to have a good night together. But could you imagine if Rob and I got that intimate? That would be so...truly...beautiful. You are actually kinda building up my self-confidence with him. I'm definitely going to initiate things and see where it goes. Thanks for the pep talk."