[This is a work of fiction. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be entirely realistic. With the exception of The Fab 4, the characters, settings, and events of this story are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
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Hi, remember me? I'm Hey-Jude (shades of John, Paul, George, & Ringo) to my friends, but otherwise known as Judy. You first met me as the baby sitter for Hank and Betty Smithson. I said then that I would have more to say later about my experiences prom night of my senior year. Well, read on!
My senior year at the local high school, has been the highlight of my eighteen year old life to date. I have gained a tremendous amount of confidence and self-esteem over the last three years. Part of that is due to my physical maturation. I was, as I told you last time, a late bloomer both physically and emotionally. But, beginning in the summer between my sophomore and junior year, my figure finally filled out in great proportions and my boobs grew to 36B from almost nothing. That brought some comments about where the boobs came from. But it also brought a new interest in me form the boys. I now have great looking legs, long and slender arms, and a cute face. I say "cute" because I am not a cover girl, raving beauty. No, I think I look more like I picture Sandra Bullock looking when she was in high school. I even have the same dark, black hair--top and bottom!
My emotional maturation developed right along with the physical. I have had a highly developed sex drive beginning with puberty in the seventh grade. But I kept that drive under tight rein, at least in public. I ignored and was ignored by the boys until recently. No chest and I was too shy. During my freshman and sophomore years, my sex drive was satisfied with my ten inch dildo, Mr. Long John, kept very carefully hidden away from my parents! Technically, that means I am no longer a virgin, though no real cock had yet penetrated my depths. God, how I longed for that to happen, a taste of the real thing. I think that may finally be close to hand.
Well, the summer my boobs finally matured, saw the boy across the street (David) finally notice; I had become one of 'them,' a girl and I was no longer his tomboy pal of long standing. He had lived over there since the first grade, but he took no real notice of me as a female until now. Growing up through grade school I was just, "one of the boys" on the bloc and played baseball, football, cowboys and Indians, climbed trees, and so on and on, with the guys.
But now that I began looking like a girl, David started asking me out. We had a few tentative dates our junior year, but did little more than kiss, still both on the shy side. The next summer, however, we got more serious, traded class rings, and with hormones flowing full steam, got into hotter petting sessions, but still fully clothed. Then, all through our senior year and with prom looming close, David began to really put on pressure for more sex--real, naked sex. Last Saturday night, we almost did it.
We went to a movie that contained lots of sex scenes, which got us both horny, and then to a local high school hang out for some food. We got back into David's Mustang coupe and headed for the local lover's lane. May has been quite warm all month long, so I was not wearing a lot of clothing: short shorts, tank top, and sandals. I also wore a miniscule thong and a skimpy bra. David also wore a tank top and below the knee length shorts.
As best I could in the bucket seats, I was cuddled up against David with his right arm around me his fingers lightly playing over my right boob, making it tingle. He removed his arm to shift into first gear as he shut the car off. The night was a little humid, enough to cause a light sweat on my forehead and elsewhere. The building sexual tension added to the sweat. David turned back to me and hugged me close with both arms and we began a passionate French kiss.
David's left hand went under my top and began caressing the bare tops of my tits above the bra. He moaned, I whimpered. David must have taken that as further encouragement, because his hand suddenly dropped to my pussy. He began rubbing my mound through my shorts. I whimpered again and his hand moved inside my waist band and over top the small thong. I suddenly felt the wetness leak from my pussy and begin to soak the thong. Then I felt fingers under the thong and rubbing up and down my slit. David really groaned now.
I wanted to do it, but I cried out, "No, David, that's enough, please!" He dug harder into my pussy and I said, "David, NO!" And then I pulled away from him. We had never, so far, gone quite this far on any of our dates. All our petting had been through the clothes, not under them.
A really loud and long groan issued from David and he then said, "But you can't leave me like this! Please, I'm in pain with a very bad case of blue balls!"
So, in a first time in our relationship, I took pity on him and unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. As a first time cock sucker, I rather ineptly gave him a blow job that only lasted a minute, tops. He was so horny and psyched up, he just could not hold back any longer and blew a wad of cock cream into my mouth before I realized he was on the verge. I managed, by pure reflex, to swallow most of it, more or less accidentally, not by plan, and wiped off the rest with David's hanky. I really wanted sex, but I just had a hang up with fucking a real cock while still in high school. My emotional maturation was not quite complete yet, I guess.
Well, that was last weekend. Tomorrow night, Saturday, is our senior prom. I have a sneaky feeling that my hang up will end and I will be doing some real cock fucking that will cost me my virginity before the night is over. Technically, I have already lost my virginity to my faithful dildo, but not to the real thing. David will be so excited that I can fake it with him and he won't know the difference, or care. He just wants to get his cock in my pussy.
Saturday dawned bright, clear, and already warm. I had a long day of preparation ahead of me. There was the hairdresser, last minute dress adjustments, manicure, pedicure, his boutonniere to be picked up, a final tanning session, and so on and so on. My dress is a bright red, strapless cocktail dress with a short skirt. Bright red high heels and a real diamond anklet set off the bottom. A real diamond pendant and diamond ear rings set off the top, in addition to the hefty amount of cleavage I would show. All the diamonds were quite miniscule.
David said he would pick me up in a limo and then we would pick up the other four couples who were to share the ride with us. I was ready at the appointed time, barely. The driver got out and opened the door for me. It was a little hard getting in, but David was seated in the rear seat that faced forward. The other four guys were already in the limo and we would next pick up their dates. I was to discover the advantage of this rear seat later when the other girls and their dates had to walk on their knees to get to the side and forward seats. In that process, various amounts of skin would be exposed, to the laughter and giggles of all. We would all struggle in and out of that limo several more times before the night ended.
I think that half the class must have had reservations at the upscale, fancy restaurant located downtown. I know it cost the guys a bundle for our dinner, but it was just the greatest. We were in a dimly lit alcove with our limo mates at a huge round table. I sat on David's left (he is right handed). Off and on through dinner, his left hand would rest on my bare thigh. He would lightly rub the inner portion before raising his hand back to the table. I was getting the shivers, and it was not from the air conditioning! During a lull between food courses, I returned the favor. Only I went all the way to David's crotch and gave him a strong squeeze. I thought he was going to jump off his chair in surprise and he nearly spit out a mouthful of Pepsi. This drew some laughs from a couple of the guys who saw what caused David's actions.
Then it was off to the dance at the decorated school gym. The gym was absolutely gorgeous! The band was playing a waltz and I immediately pulled David out onto the dance area. The dance floor was crowded, so we danced almost in place and about as close together as two people can get. I snuggled up against David's neck and ear and began to nibble and kiss him. I felt an instant bulge form against my pussy. I ground myself into it, pretty hard, too. David looked surprised, but grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me even tighter against his boner. We began grinding into each other, slowly, but with deadly lust.
David was starting to breath hard and sweat was dripping from his forehead and face. The song ended and I said, "I think it's time to cool down with a cold drink. Shall we go get some punch?" David replied, "I think maybe we better do just that!"
We happened to hit the refreshment table at a time the line was short, so we got our punch and walked back to a quiet and pretty dark area to drink. David had not really lost all his boner and as he drained the last of his punch, I again put a hand on his crotch and rubbed. The boner jumped back to full stiffness instantly. David stifled a moan while he reached for my tits and began caressing the exposed tops and the cleavage between.
Before this could get out of hand (pun intended!) I said, "David, we better get back to the dance," and turned to start walking that way. He followed, trying to cover his tented pants. We continued to dance all the slow ones, crotch to crotch, grinding away at each other through our clothes. David held me by the ass and kept squeezing me the whole time we danced. Add to that our kissing and nibbling about the face and neck of each other and you can imagine the sexual tension that we had built up between us by the end of the dance.