"Christ, who thought of this? I mean, didn't we already go through this?" Jeannie groaned at the other four women. "At least I didn't have to get my hair styled like Miss South Carolina over there."
Sue grinned back at the Marine getting a main-pedi looking like she wanted to kick someone's ass. "Relax and enjoy this, hair and nails are nothing, wait until we go and get waxed."
The prom preparations were frustrating. Nordstroms had a terrific selection of dresses, but trying to get all five women to agree on styles, colors, etc. without looking like they shopped together took an entire day. Then the next day, hair, nail, waxing and of course, makeup would kill the entire day of the prom. They discussed whether to go as the boys' moms, or use a cover. When they figured out, they had never met any of the boys' classmates and the salesman at Nordstroms guessed their ages (being told if he came within two years guessing, he'd get a $20 reward - each. He was off by 10 years on average.) at around 30, they decided on covers.
Ashley's was easy. She would use her southern crawl and say she was a friend of the family, visiting for a couple of weeks. Stacy worked as a paralegal at Jeff's father's firm. Sue was the widowed, next door neighbor who Mark helped out periodically. Jeannie was Chris's trainer at the club; and Elaine was Larry's aunt, by marriage.
Interestingly, all the husbands loved the idea of their wives going to the prom and it wasn't until Jeannie asked Charles why he was so enthusiastic that she found out they'd been planning a poker party and losing the wives for the night made it perfect.
The five boys hired a stretch limo for the evening that seated 12 and was stocked with all the luxuries. They couldn't wait to roll up to the Country Club in that with their hot dates.
Sue came down the hall from her bedroom in her white silk, body-hugging dress eliciting gasps from Drew and Mark. "Holy shit!" Drew said grinning, "I can't let you go out with Mark in that. I might end up with another child to raise."
"Dad! It's just a dance...and after prom stuff. Ok, looking at that dress, I might forget she's my mom." He replied sheepishly. Mark looked at the vee-cut dress exposing his mother's impressive cleavage and the fact she could not wear a bra. As she spun around grinning, he clearly saw no panty lines and hoped his did didn't notice that. As she turned back, her nipples were quite pronounced, showing her excitement.
"I feel like a teenager again, going to the prom with the best looking boy in the school." Turning to Drew, she leaned over to kiss him, "Dad, don't wait up, you know how prom weekends are. I promise I'll be good, really good." She grinned as she took Mark's arm.
Elaine bounced down the stairs giggling when the limo arrived. She kissed Jim and told him she'd be a good girl and wouldn't do anything she didn't do at her fist prom. Jim groaned remembering how she let him take her viriginities, all three, that night.
When Larry and Elaine were leaving, Jim slipped a half dozen condoms into Larry's pocket, "Hey, you need to be prepared." He said grinning when Larry looked at him confused.
When the limo arrived at the last house, Chris and Jeannie's, they all climbed out since Charles was going to take their pictures. Chris answered the door looking splendid, yet uncomfortable in his tux, but every eye turned to Jeannie in her emerald green, slinky dress hugging her perfect curves. None had ever seen her in a dress and it was Ashley how spoke up first in her perfect drawl, "Why sweetie, I do declare, you look absolutely radiant. Where on earth are you hiding your weapons?"
"God, I do feel naked without my gun, but this dress leaves nothing to the imagination." She muttered, looking down at her six-pack abs defined, and the tight material stretched across her ass. "I can barely take a full stride in this thing. I'm going to track down and kill whoever invented prom dresses."
Chris grinned, "She's been like this ever since she came back this afternoon. What was the last place you went to? She wouldn't say but did say she was going to track down some girl named Kristie."
Ashley, Sue, Elaine and Stacy all grinned remembering the angry threats directed at poor Kristy when she ripped the wax off Jeannie's twat. "Kristy will be fine. In fact she is probably over it with the large tip we felt it necessary to give her." Stacy said. "Ok, let's get our pictures."
The five couples lined up in front of the fireplace as Charles took a few group shots followed by the five couples individually. He actually regretted going to Drew's to play poker and wished he could have stayed home with any one of these beautiful women, especially Sue. "Fuck me, she is going to get a lot of high school boys hard tonight." He looked at her breasts bulging out wondering if her nipples could possibly stay covered. Then he looked at Elaine, in her bright red dress that accentuated her glorious ass, bouncing eagerly around looking like a teenager. Jeannie needs to wear her dress for him another time since he'd never seen her look so hot, so sexy, so female. Stacy was stunning in her indigo blue dress, cupping her nice tits while hugging her super narrow waist. "Crap, if I'm Jeff, I'm doing that...if I haven't already. She should be in Playboy." He thought wistfully. Looking at Ashley, his cock really pulsed. She did look like Miss South Carolina, and with her drawl, she was a vision of ripe, virginal southern womanhood just waiting to be plucked...fucked. Her turquois dress did nothing to hide all her assets as she moved, and boy could she move. He realized none of the women were wearing bras or panties as none of the dresses showed any lines. "Quickest game of strip poker ever." He thought with a smile.
He finished by taking pictures of the five boys lined up, all grinning and then the five women, arms around each other...tits pressed against each other. "This is a keeper." He thought.
As they all piled into the limo, the driver asked if they'd like him to drive around a while, or go straight to the club. After a little discussion it was decided that they have a drink or two first and told him to drive around.
"Ok, do we have our cover stories down?" Stacy asked everyone, "I mean it would really suck if all of a sudden people found out we were lying. You boys better not call us mom."
"We got it, Sue is my hot next door neighbor who's been having me clean the pool; Jeannie met Chris at the club and is training him for a triathlon; Elaine is his dad's brother's wife who is close to Larry; Stacy works for Jeff's dad as a paralegal or a paramedic...whatever. And Ashley is the mysterious friend of the family from Charleston who is visiting. We'll be fine. Actually, Sue has me clean the pool in a thong, but who really needs to know about that?" Mark laughed.
Chris threw a peanut at Mark, "Christ, why'd you have to say that. Now I'll never get that image out of my head."
Bill raised his beer, "A toast. To being with people I love, people I trust, people I need in my life and to people I hope will always be near me."
"Hear, hear." They all drank and then each gave their own. By the time they arrived at the club, they had each toasted enough, and all felt terrific.
As they unloaded, all the couples outside turned and looked. Many, who knew the boys, were amazed they had dates at all, let alone hot women on their arms. They nodded at the boys as they paraded into the ballroom looking around. Seeing a free table in the back, the girls put their clutches and wraps down and looked around.
There was a band playing good rock and roll; large trees with lights; tables piled with food and drinks. There were decorations everywhere and the room, though a huge rectangle, was broken up into sections allowing for quiet talks and privacy if need be.
Elaine grabbed Larry and pulled him out onto the dance floor and immediately started gyrating around. The others watched as Larry, stiffly tried to keep up, moving to the music. Finally, he seemed to relax and danced a little more fluidly.
As Stacy and Jeff headed out, Stacy whispered to her son, "Which one is Shayla?"
Jeff looked around, and nodded towards the table near the front, "Pink dress on the right side."
Stacy looked at the young girl with golden blonde hair in the beautiful pink dress chatting with a tall blond-haired boy. "Who is she with?"
"That's Stan. He's the star of the basketball tea, all state. Going to Duke next year." Jeff said bitterly.
As they got to the dance floor, the fast song ended and the band announced it was time for some slow music. Stacy pulled herself closer to her son when he put out his arms, and soon their bodies were pressed together, swaying to the romantic songs. Stacy looked over and saw the other four couples all holding each other close.
As the third slow song started, Mark felt a tap on his shoulder and saw Craig, the starting QB, asking to cut in. Hesitating, he finally nodded and let him take over. Sitting down, he saw his four friends all walking off the dance floor. "Crap, I guess we can be replaced." He said bitterly. "It looks like our dates are in demand." He said looking at the women being held closely by their classmates. He groaned when he saw Craig's hand slide down and grab Sue's ass and she didn't stop him. He looked away and noticed a few girls staring daggers at their boyfriends dancing with the hot women.
One of the girls, Marlene, the head cheerleader, came over and walked up to Chris. "You need to ask me to dance." She said angrily.
"Um, sure, Marlene, would you like to dance?" Chris said standing up. Taking her arm, he led her onto the dance floor.
Marlene reached up and put her arms around Chris's neck, pressing her body against his, "So, who's your date? I know she doesn't go here."
Chris laughed, "No, no she doesn't. She's my trainer and I've been working out with her for a while and since there are a lot more boys than girls in our class..."
"Why didn't you ask out a junior girl? There are a lot of girls who would have gone with you." She said, "But I'll bet they can't do what your girlfriend can...you know, after prom." Marlene chuckled while gently thrusting her hips against Chris's groin. "Yeah, I get it." She continued to sway with the music looking over at her date, Dan running his hands all over Jeannie. "You can stroke me while we dance, you don't have to keep your hands in the middle of my back." She sighed.
Chris began feeling her back and sides and as she pushed her crotch against him as he strayed down onto her ass, he kept going. He marveled at cupping the head cheerleader's tight ass and feeling her grind against him. When his hand moved up her side, she pulled away allowing him to feel the side on her breast.
