Hey guys, here's Chapter 36! I hope you enjoy it. Prom. We've made it to Prom. Just one month until graduation, which will likely be the end of Book 01. Will there be a Book 02? I don't know. It depends if I think there's enough life in the characters, and of course, what the readers want. Do you want to see a continuation with a time skip? Please let me know. This was an emotional chapter to write, I really hope you like it. Just as a reminder, I do read every single comment posted, as well as every private email I get. I try to take feedback into account as well. It isn't always easy. Anyway, thank you, thank you if you've stuck with me this far. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Marcia~
I wake up Saturday morning to the sound of my phone alarm. Yup, I have an alarm for Saturday. Usually, I don't. I prefer to sleep in on weekends. I'm more of a morning person than Hazel, but it's still nice to be able to wake up on my own two days a week. However, today is different. It's Prom day!
After shutting off my alarm, I throw my covers off my body. I'm wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties. I let out a girlish giggle as I excitedly wiggle my body in bed. Prom! Eek! This is gonna be a night I'll remember for the rest of my life.
Feeling frisky, I hook my thumbs into my panties and lift my ass so I can slide my underwear off. Then I reach into my bedside table and pull out one of my vibrators. I switch on the small, pink sex toy as I slide it between my legs.
"Mm." I moan while pushing my head into the pillow and biting my lower lip.
I slide the vibrator through my wet labia, coating the sex toy in my feminine nectar. Thinking about Steven, I place the vibrator on my clit. Oh fuck, this feels so good. The little sex toy is buzzing on my clit, making me moan and squirm.
"Oh, Steven!" I gasp as I imagine him thrusting into me, claiming me as his own.
With my free hand, I pull my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my hard nipples. My thin shirt bunches up beneath my armpits as I grab my own boob and squeeze. I arch my back as my tongue snakes out to run along my lip.
Switching off the vibrator, I bring it to my mouth and start sucking my own juices from the small sex toy. I imagine sucking on Shawn while Steven fucks me. Mm, two dicks at once. This is my first time fantasizing about taking multiple cocks.
Steven and Shawn. Both guys hard for me. Only for me. Their manly grunts of exertion as they use my tight, young body. Me on my hands and knees as I enjoy a spit-roast. Oh God, yes! My toes start to curl as I think about one dick in my mouth and another in my cunt. The vibrator is on again, it's between my legs as it buzzes my clit.
"Fuck me harder!" I coo.
I flip onto my hands and knees and push the vibrator beneath my body and between my legs. With my naked ass in the air, I buck my hips against the sex toy. I think about two, strong, handsome men pumping cum into my body.
"Ah, cumming!" I squeak as I bite my lower lip to try and keep quiet. "I'm cumming!"
Collapsing onto my belly, I let out a loud breath into my pillow. I can feel my dark, sweaty hair clinging to my face as I pant heavily. A smile of contentment crosses my face as I lay on my bed and bask in the aftermath. Nothing beats a great orgasm.
Eventually, I realize I have to move. I put on pajamas and pocket my vibrator. Then I make my way to the family bathroom. Fortunately, my parents aren't up this early, so the only bathroom in the house is vacant.
Once I get naked, I step back and admire myself in the bathroom mirror. Dark hair framing an adorable face, large breasts dangling from my chest, a perfectly flat stomach; yeah, I'm definitely a nice piece of ass. I'm gonna blow Shawn's mind tonight.
After cleaning my vibrator, I sit on the toilet to pee. Then I turn on the shower and test the water temperature with my hand. Stepping beneath the spray, I tilt my head back and sigh happily as the hot water hits my sensitive skin.
I take a nice, long, hot shower. I shave my legs, pussy, and underarms, making sure my body is completely hairless for tonight. I soap up my tight, young body as steam swirls around the shower stall. Then I let the spray wash the suds away.
I'm clean, but I choose to stay in the hot water and enjoy it for awhile longer. I contemplate my life as I enjoy my shower. I'm the shy, quiet girl; everyone knows it. I don't talk that much. Even my relatives comment at family events about how quiet I am. Yet, I can be a wanton slut in the bedroom. I love it.
My parents will never understand. They still think their little girl is a virgin, despite hearing about some of the things that go on at Kayla's mansion. I am actually in shock myself; so much is different now. The hook up at Kayla's birthday pool party is the beginning of my transformation into a true Slut-sister.
I dry off before dressing in pajamas. Then I make my way to the kitchen and pop some bread into the toaster for breakfast. I pour myself a glass of orange juice and sit down at the kitchen table with my buttered toast. I'm eating when my mom walks in.
"Good morning, Marcia!" Mom says in a friendly voice.
"Morning, Mom." I reply. "Where's Dad?"
"Still in the bedroom." Mom answers as she putters around the kitchen. "He's giving us a chance to chat privately."
"Oh." I frown. She wants to talk again. Great. This is gonna suck.
Mom just smiles at me before turning and starting coffee brewing. I rehearse my story about being a virgin in my head as Mom prepares her breakfast. When it's ready, Mom sits across from me at the table.
"So." Mom says as she lets out a breath.
"So?" I ask, giving her a look indicating for her to follow up.
"Are you excited for Prom?" she inquires.
"Yes!" I breathe. "I can't wait! I'm gonna go to Kayla's after lunch to get ready with the girls."
"Right. The mansion." Mom states while giving me a stern look. "You know I really don't approve of one of your friends dating a middle-aged man."
"We've been over this, Mom." I reply with an eye roll.
"Don't roll your eyes at me." Mom admonishes. "And yes, I know we've talked about this before. We agreed you wouldn't go over there anymore."
"Then Kayla and Lexi got kidnapped!" I exclaim. "I had to see them!"
"I know, I know." Mom sighs. "What happened to them was terrible, and I'm glad they're okay. I just am not sure if you should be going over there."
"Mom!" I whine loudly. "You said I could stay over tonight!"
"I know I did." Mom says as she raises her hands. "I'm just scared."
"Of what?" I wonder.
"Lexi is dating a much older man, Kayla's been raped, Hazel's pregnant, there were rapes of those other girls you go to school with, the trial." Mom nervously says. "So many girls your age are having sex, and I just, I'm scared, okay? I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"Nothing is gonna happen to me." I insist. I'm glad Mom doesn't know about Kelsey being in the hospital. "Everyone at the mansion loves and cares about me. I'll be safe."
"Are you a virgin?" Mom asks for the hundredth time.
"I told you, I am!" I hiss. "When will you stop asking?"
"When you stop lying!" she snarls.
"What makes you think I'm lying?" I retort. "I even unlocked my phone so you could go through it! Which, by the way, you had no right to do!"
"I had every right!" Mom responds. "I pay for that phone!"
"Whatever." I roll my eyes as I cross my arms over my chest.
The joys of being an only child, I'm constantly the center of attention. I suppose in some ways it's a good thing, although I hate being the center of attention. My parents are so protective, and I get it, it's out of love, but I'm eighteen! I'm an adult!
"I don't want to fight with you, Marcia." she says, not commenting on the eye roll this time. "I love you."
"I love you, too." I reply, my eyes down.
"I know you think I'm just some overprotective old lady." Mom begins. "But, I remember what it's like to be your age."
I slowly lift my head and look across the table at my mother. I'm surprised by the way she's looking at me. This time, it isn't with judgment and disappointment, but understanding and compassion. I wonder what's different now. I indicate for Mom to continue.
"I always planned to wait until my wedding night to have sex, I thought it was the right thing to do." Mom says. "Then I met a very nice boy. He was so sweet; he brought me flowers, he took me out to romantic restaurants, I thought it was love."
"Then what happened?" I ask, leaning forward.
"I had very strict parents, including a father who made it clear that there would be hell to pay if I had sex before marriage." Mom takes a deep breath before continuing. "So, I ended up having my first time in the back seat of a car when I was eighteen."
"How was that?" I ask.
"Uncomfortable." Mom smirks. "My legs spread in the back seat with a guy on top of me. My head cramped up against the door. Every thrust made my head bang into the car door."
"Dad was kind of a selfish lover then, wasn't he?" I say, shaking my head.
"No." she sighs. "It wasn't your father. No, that guy dumped me once he got what he wanted. Decided he could do better than the cute, shy girl. Turns out, he was right. He ended up taking the head cheerleader to Prom."
"Ouch." I reply. "I'm sorry."
"I thought it was true love." Mom tells me. "Turns out, it wasn't. Things got worse after that."
"Oh?" I inquire.
"Yes." she nods. "I went to college. My first taste of freedom. I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. Went to parties, and well, you definitely don't want to imagine the way the shy wallflower let loose."
"You can tell me." I answer, completely in shock that my mother is actually having an open and honest conversation with me. "You know, if you want."
"I gave a lot of blowjobs." Mom confirms. "In cars, in the stairwell of a college building, in dorm rooms, at parties."
"Okay." I nod.
"And, I had a lot of sex." she says. "A lot. I did more things I'm not proud of. I got drunk, I did stupid things that I was ashamed of when I woke up. I drank to push down the shame, which led to more stupid things... I couldn't control it. It's why I don't drink anymore."
"You're an alcoholic?!" I exclaim loudly.
"I am." Mom admits as she lets out a breath. "You must have noticed that your father and I never drink? That there's no alcohol in the house?"
"I've noticed." I confirm.
"There's a lot I did that I don't even remember. I've woken up missing clothes on several occasions." Mom says.
"Did you ever think that maybe your father being so overprotective is part of what drove you to do things you didn't really want to?" I suggest. "You know, letting loose just to prove to yourself that you could."
"Maybe." Mom admits with a sigh. "I definitely wouldn't have experimented with group sex sober."
"Wow." I whisper, eyes wide. It's hard to imagine my mother doing such things.
"Those guys didn't care about me. At all." she states. "They just wanted a willing hole to stick it in."
"Ouch." I wince.
"Yeah." Mom agrees. "Anyway, why am I telling you this? Because you used to tell me everything, Marcia. I remember you coming home from school every day, so excited to tell me about your day. Now? Now, I barely get two words from you. I'm scared. I'm scared that you will do things you'll regret."
"Maybe I will." I acknowledge. "Isn't that part of growing up? Falling, and learning to get back up again?"
"I suppose it is." she reluctantly admits.
"So, you were just afraid I'd follow in your footsteps, or worse? Is Dad the same way?" I ask, finally understanding Mom better.
"Oh, no; your father wants you to remain a dateless virgin until he dies. Maybe later." Mom chuckles.
