Prom Night

The date for prom night was inching ever closer. Before Joy, this wouldn't have been an issue. Still, ever since that fateful and wonderful weekend my beautiful lover and I shared, prom suddenly became very important to me.

"Are you sure you want to go, Beck?" Joy asked me at lunch when I brought the subject up. "You and I could just watch Netflix and chill at my place that weekend."

I sighed, pausing for a moment to think about it. "Yeah, I know but..."

"Okay, baby girl," Joy replied, taking my hand. "We'll go." I smiled, happy that she'd agreed. "But afterward, you, me, my place for the weekend. Agreed?"

I giggled. "Deal." Joy and I hooked our pinkies together in a solemn swear, and then we left the cafeteria to go to our classes. As I walked out, I passed the cheerleader's table. Elizabeth was sitting there with her gaggle of twats. She caught my eye and, for a second, it looked like she was going to say something, but I walked past, my head held high.

Joy dropped me off at my home after school. We kissed goodbye before I left her car while feeling the other's boobs. "Damn, you keep this up and I'm gonna have to run to my room," I whispered as she lightly pinched my nipple through my shirt.

"What do you think I'm going to be doing when I get home," Joy whispered back. We kissed again, and then, with a theatrical sigh, I hastily exited the car. Normally, I would have invited Joy in to spend time up in my bedroom, but she and I had agreed not to have sex until prom night. I honestly didn't know if I'd make it that long.

Mom was there as I entered the kitchen, sitting at the table, sipping her drink, a smirk on her face. "What?" I asked, grabbing a Coke from the fridge and sitting opposite her.

"Oh, nothing," Mom replied, the smirk becoming a full-blown smile. "How was school?"

I couldn't help but smile back. "So, so."

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, you got me," I finally relented. "Um, Joy and I want to go to prom." I'd come out to my parents who were, to my relief, amazingly supportive of Joy and me dating.

Mom's eyes widened for the briefest moment as she took another sip of her drink, digesting what I'd just said. This time when I asked "What?" I was genuinely concerned. A tiny, nagging part of me was still worried about what others thought about us dating, especially my parents.

"It's okay, honey," Mom replied, taking hold of my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I was worried that this day would never come, that you would miss out on your prom. I'm so happy for both you and Joy." Mom blinked back tears as she gave my hand another squeeze.

I could feel tears forming in my own eyes. "Thanks, mom," I replied. We sat there in silence, her still holding my hand. Then, abruptly, she coughed a little and sat up, finishing her drink.

"No Joy tonight?" Mom asked, rising to pour more tea.

"Um, no," I sighed. "I wanted to talk with you and Dad alone about prom just in case, you know..." my voice trailed off, not wanting to even think about finishing the sentence.

"In case we said 'No'?" Mom finished it for me. "You know that your father and I love you so much, right?" I nodded, looking down at my drink. "Honey, we will always love you, no matter what. If Joy brings you, well, joy, then that's all that matters to us."

I smiled, a warm, tingly sensation coursing through my body, finished my Coke, and stood up. "I, uh, gotta go finish my homework."

"Uh-huh." That smirk had appeared on Mom's lips again. Kissing her on the forehead, I hurried to my room and quickly stripped down to my panties. I grabbed my phone and hopped on my bed, hitting the button to Facetime Joy.

"Hey, baby girl," Joy answered, placing her phone on the holder she had set up so she could Facetime hands-free. My breath caught at the sight of my lover's nude body.

"Ooh, you are such a bitch!" I exclaimed, beaming, placing my phone in the holder that Joy had purchased so I could also Facetime hands-free.

"Yeah, but you love it, don't you?" I nodded, intently watching as Joy wetted her fingers, then teased her pussy while toying with her nipples. My hands acted on their own, mirroring Joy's movements.

Through half-lidded eyes, Joy and I watched each other bring ourselves off, my mouth watering at the sight of her glistening pussy. "I am never going to make it two months," I softly said, licking my juices off my fingers.

"So, your mom is cool with us going to prom, then?" Joy's question snapped me back to reality.

I giggled. "More than cool with it. She started tearing up and everything."

A huge smile appeared on Joy's face at that. "Okay, now I am looking forward to prom," she said, rolling over on her side. "But you're right. I don't know how in the hell I am going to make it two months without tasting you, too." We both sighed at that thought, then giggled.

"Bye, beautiful," I whispered, reaching out to touch the screen with my wet fingers. Joy blew me a kiss, then touched her screen as well. Rolling over on my back, I grabbed my teddy bear and held her close, wishing it was Joy instead.

I stared at the ceiling for a while, my free hand idly toying with my pussy as I thought about how much my life had improved since Joy and I kissed. Right here on this bed, right where I'd just brought myself off while watching her. I smiled again at the memory of the kiss we had just shared in her car. Another mini tremor coursed through me at the thought of her lips on mine, the gentle caress of her hand on my boob, and the image of her getting off at the thought of me.

Kissing my teddy, I hopped up and ran to the bathroom to clean up, then dressed in my slouchy clothes and finished my homework. Two months would disappear quickly and there was so much to do.

Two months flew by and before I knew it, prom would happen next week. My mom went with me for my final fitting of my dress as well as going with Joy separately for hers. To my relief, over the school year, my parents accepted Joy as a second daughter. It helped that Joy loved chess as much as my father and she and Mom would work on coaxing me out of my shell.

Joy and I had made a promise that we wouldn't see each other in our dresses before prom, even going so far as each of us having our hair and makeup done at different times so that we wouldn't see each other.

My hands were sweaty as I donned my dress; a virginal white that came up halfway on my thigh and showed off a little more cleavage than I was used to. Mom and I hugged each other as she kissed me on my forehead. "You look so beautiful, honey," she said. "I hope you treasure this night forever."

"I will Mom," I whispered in response. "Thank you so much for accepting me and Joy being together."

Mom pulled back, tears in her eyes. "Of course. You will always be my baby girl." I smiled inwardly as she used Joy's pet name for me. "Now, finish packing. She should be here soon."

Beaming, I carefully folded the clothes that I'd selected along with my toiletries. Joy's father would be gone for the weekend and my parents had permitted me to stay over at Joy's house, taking the opportunity to get away for a much-needed weekend together.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished, the doorbell rang out. I practically ran to the door and threw it open. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of my lover in her dress. I must have had the same effect on Joy because we both stood there for a pregnant moment, each drinking in the sight of the other.

"Oh Joy, you look amazing!" Mom's voice called out from behind me which startled both of us from our daze. She wasn't exaggerating. Just like the teddies Joy had purchased us from Victoria's Secrets so long ago, we both matched and were total opposites; Joy in black and me in white.

Blushing, I moved aside to let Joy in. She entered the house, lightly touching my hand, a simple, delicate move that caused a shiver to run through me before giving both my father and mother hugs, then turned to hand me my corsage; two deep red roses entwined which again matched the one she was wearing.

After what seemed like a thousand pictures, Mom kissed us both on the cheek and Dad gave both of us a gentle hug. Then Joy and I were on our way to prom.

The prom was so nice. It was a bit disconcerting for me to have many classmates come up to us and say how beautiful we looked. Joy and I sat with a couple, Emma Greene and Jim Wagner, who knew us both and weren't afraid to be seen sitting at the same table. With some of the glances I noticed coming our way, it even looked like several girls were a bit envious of Joy and my relationship, but that could have been my imagination.

Joy and I danced to several slow songs as well as a couple of fast ones. I will never forget the feelings that I had looking into her eyes as Faithfully by Venus played over the speakers. My heart fluttered as Joy held me close, our breasts pressing together. Leaning in, she whispered "I am so horny, baby girl. I want you so badly."

A whimper escaped my lips as Joy pressed her painted nails into the skin of my back. I was tempted to just say "Fuck it! Let's get out of here," but instead, we stayed.

"I thought we were going to have to get a crowbar to separate you two," Emma laughed as we sat down. Joy joined her in giggling as I blushed beet red.

"Hey, a bunch of us are headed to Roscoe Jerry's after here if you two want to come," Jim said as he took a sip of punch. I couldn't believe what he'd just said. Before Joy, no one in their right mind would have ever invited me to hang out at RJ's.

Joy smiled at that. "Yeah, maybe a little later. We have to head home and, um, change, you know." I blushed again, a slight smile on my face, as the three shared a laugh.

Everyone clapped politely as Elizabeth was named Prom Queen. "Bitch." Joy whispered a little too loudly, a sour expression marring her beauty.

I shrugged. "As if it was going to be anyone else. If it makes you feel better, I voted for you."

A smile did light up Joy's face. "That's sweet, baby girl." Then she leaned in. "I voted for you." An image of me standing on the stage and being crowned Prom Queen flashed through my brain.

"Well, it doesn't matter what happens. You will always be my queen, Joy." I replied.

Soon afterward, Joy and I decided to head back to her home. As soon as we entered her car, Joy hooked her finger on the front of my dress and pulled me into a deep, soul-wrenching French kiss. "God damn, I've been wanting to do that all fucking night," she softly spoke when we finally came up for air.

"I need you so badly, Joy," I replied between kisses.

"Buckle up, baby girl." The engine roared to life as Joy turned the key. "I'm gonna do my best not to get a ticket."

All the ride home, Joy had one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing my thigh. It felt like this side of forever for her to finally pull into her driveway. We both quickly exited the car and practically ran up to her door.

Joy stopped me from entering. "Wait, Beck. I've always wanted to do this with you." I didn't understand what she meant until, to my surprise, Joy scooped me up in her arms and carried me across the threshold.

I wrapped my arms around Joy's neck as she held me. We kissed again until her arms gave out and she gently lowered me. Taking me by my hand, Joy looked into my eyes. I could see tears beginning to well up and felt tears of my own threatening to run down my cheeks.

"Rebecca, I..." Joy faltered. "You are, without a doubt the best thing that's happened to me. Ever." She paused a moment before continuing. "I really, really love you."

Reaching up, I cupped Joy's cheek, wiping away a tear. "Joy, I can't describe how much I love you, too." She closed her eyes and smiled, pressing her cheek into my hand. "You have brought out the best in me."

We stood there for a moment, and then Joy opened her eyes and smiled. "I have something for you, baby girl," she said with a sinfully playful tone. We kicked off our shoes and, without letting go of my hand, Joy led me to her bedroom.

As soon as I entered the room, I stopped short, my hand going to my heart at the sight that greeted me. Joy had covered her bed in rose petals the same color as our corsages.

Joy let go of my hand and lit two candles, one on each side of her bed. She then took me by my hands and after a moment of just gazing into each other's eyes, we came together in a passionate kiss.

I held my breath when we broke the kiss as Joy gently turned me around so that she could remove my dress. I'd been waiting for this moment for over two months and had to fight the urge just to throw my lover on the bed and ravage her pussy.

The dress pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it as Joy reverently picked it up and placed it on the back of a chair. Then, she turned around, allowing me to lower the zipper so that her dress would fall off her body.

When I placed her dress on top of mine, Joy eased me back and guided me to her bed. The scent of roses filled me as I closed my eyes. My panties were eased off me, then Joy kissed me as her fingers toyed with my pussy.

All the sensations were almost overwhelming, and the impending orgasm quickly built inside me. Then, to my great consternation, Joy stopped. "Baby girl," she whispered in my ear. "I... want to make you a woman tonight."

It took me a moment for what Joy had just said to penetrate the fog in my brain. I opened my eyes to see her looking back at me. "If you say no, I'll understand."

I bit my lip, then nodded my head. "No, baby girl. I need to hear you say it."

"Joy, please make me a woman," I whispered. "I want you to."

She kissed me again, our naked breasts pressing together. Then Joy got off the bed and went to her dresser. I couldn't see what she was doing but when she turned around, I gasped. She had a penis rising from her pussy. It matched the color of her pale skin and while I'd only seen pictures of men's penises on the internet, it looked lifelike to me.

Joy picked up a small bottle, squirted something in her hand, and coated the penis with some sort of gel which caused it to glisten in the candlelight. My eyes remained focused on what looked like a giant log as she climbed back onto the bed between my legs.

I felt the tip press against my pussy which, up until this point, had never had anything larger than fingers inside it. My breath caught as Joy moved her hips, pushing it in slightly.

Joy paused for a moment, then pushed a little more. Soon enough, the tip of her penis pressed against my hymen. I opened my eyes to see Joy staring back at me, the look on her face a mixture of intense passion and slight concern.

At that moment, I knew what I had to do. My body acting in complete synchronism, I wrapped my legs around Joy's waist, my arms around her back, and pulled her into a deep French kiss. I gasped into her mouth as the penis penetrated me, a brief flash of pain followed by pleasure.

I couldn't help but cry, not in pain, but in happiness as what had just happened. My lover had made me a woman. We stayed in that position, our naked bodies pressed together, our tongues wrestling for dominance, Joy's penis buried inside me to the hilt.

Then my love turned up the pleasure knob to eleven as she started moving her hips up and down. Slowly at first, allowing me to get used to the intrusion, then picking up speed. I could feel every movement of Joy's penis as she fucked me.

The orgasm that had been building all night finally crested, taking my breath away. My body tightened as I cried out, holding Joy tightly against my body. She held still until my trembling ceased, then kissed me as she resumed her fucking.

I was short of breath as another tremor passed through me when Joy cried out. I could feel her yummy juices coat the inside of my thighs as I watched her intently, enjoying every expression on her face.

Finally, the penis slid from my pussy as Joy rolled off me, flopping down beside me. We both lay on the bed, holding hands while coming off our orgasmic highs, smiles on our faces.

When she could move again, Joy rolled out of bed and withdrew the penis from her pussy. "It's called a "feeldoe" she replied at my quizzical expression. Joy ran to the bathroom to clean it off before storing it back in her lingerie drawer.

I winced as Joy helped me off the bed and down the hall to the bathroom. We showered together, each cleaning the other with lots of little kisses thrown in for good measure. "Do you want to go to Roscoe Jerry's?" Joy asked as we dried off.

I shrugged. "I don't know," I answered honestly. "Do you?"

"It sounds like fun." Joy giggled at my shocked expression. "I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to."

"Who are you and what have you done with the love of my life?" Joy giggled again. "Yeah, we can go if I can walk again."

I gingerly made my way back to our bedroom and donned a fresh pair of panties as well as a skirt and tee shirt with Joy matching my outfit in all ways but color. She and I each blew out a candle, then as she was passing me to exit, I pulled her into a kiss.

"Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you for all of this, Joy."

Joy caressed my cheek, her eyes moist. "You're welcome, Rebecca. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, my Queen." We kissed again, then walked hand in hand to her car.

We were about a mile away from our destination when I noticed a figure in the distance. "Oh my God, I think that's Elizabeth!" I exclaimed. Sure enough, the girl who had tormented me for years was sitting on the curb of the road, her head in her hands. "We have to stop."

"Why? Fuck her," Joy said, then sighed as she saw the look on my face. She pulled over and I hopped out of the car. Instantly, I knew something was wrong. Elizabeth's dress was torn at the sleeve, her carefully coifed hair a mess. When she looked up to see who'd stopped, streaks of mascara were running down her cheeks.

"Oh perfect," Elizabeth said, trying to wipe the tears away.

I thought of just turning around at that and heading to RJ's but instead, I walked up and tried not to sound mean. "Hey, um, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just peachy," Elizabeth replied.

"Um, do you need a ride somewhere, like home?"

Elizabeth's eyes widened at that statement, and, for the first time, I saw real fear there. "NO! I mean, I... I am all right." Then she broke down in tears again. I didn't know what to do but I knew I couldn't leave her here. I settled for reaching down and helping her stand.

I was expecting resistance but instead, Elizabeth let me lead her to Joy's car, silently getting in when I opened the door. With just a look of concern on her face, Joy turned the car around and headed back to the house.

Elizabeth sat at the dining room table, clutching her tiara so tightly, I thought it would break. "Thank you," she said as Joy handed her a Coke from the fridge.

We all sat there in silence for a minute as Elizabeth calmed down, drinking her Coke in silence. Joy brought her a wet washcloth which Elizabeth gratefully accepted to clean her face.

"Um, I'm sorry if I spoiled your plans," Elizabeth said, placing her tiara on the table.

"Hey, no biggie," I replied. "RJ's is probably packed anyway."

A little smile appeared on Elizabeth's face. "Yeah." Then it looked like she just noticed her dress. "Oh God, I can't go home like this!" she exclaimed, looking on the verge of tears again.

"Hey, I can, um, fix your dress for you," Joy said. "Yeah, I know how to sew," she replied a bit defensively at my look of incredulity. "My grandma taught me how."

"You'd do that for me?" Elizabeth asked, trying not to sound skeptical.

"Yeah, but I need you to hand it to me." I thought Elizabeth would want to perhaps wait for a shirt or something to cover up with but instead, she stood up and undressed right there in the dining room.