Senior Prom

Senior Prom

By my senior year a few more boys had come and gone. I was just having fun. Without a steady relationship, I agreed to go to prom with my friend Sean. He was cute and if I'm being honest, I'd fucked worse. But I told him we were going as "just friends".

The gym was transformed into a sparkly wonderland, all glitz and no glamour. I arrived with Sean, wearing a red strapless dress that was tight, the fabric hugging my curves like it was made for me. Sean, in his tux, looked handsome, but my mind was already anticipating the after-party.

We danced, the slow songs making Sean hold me close, his hands respectful but firm on my lower back. The fast songs let me move, my dress shimmering with each twirl, catching the eyes of more than just my date.

Afterwards, we ended at Jake's place. His parents were never home. The music was loud, the lights low, and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol, anticipation, and the unspoken promise of sex.

Sean and i separated as I went looking for my friend Kathy. In the kitchen, I met Chris, a guy from another school. He had that bad-boy edge that made my stomach flip. We talked, flirted, and when he offered me a drink, I knew where this was leading, and I wanted it.

The moment we slipped upstairs, the party noise dulled. Jake's room had a large bed, and as soon as the door closed, Chris was on me. His kisses were demanding, his hands possessive. My dress slid to the floor, leaving me in my black thong and FMP.

Before anything else, I dropped to my knees. I've always loved giving head since the first time 3 years ago, the power it gave me, the control. Chris's cock was impressive, thick and veiny, a challenge I couldn't resist. I wanted to see if I could take him all the way. I started by licking the tip, my tongue circled around him, my hand working the base, feeling the weight of him. 

I looked up at him, locking eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly, I took him into my mouth. My lips stretched around his girth, my jaw accommodating his size. I went down as far as I could, gagging a little when he hit the back of my throat, but I was determined. The sounds he made, the way he gripped my hair, it all fueled me. I couldn't take him all the way, but I got close.

Chris pulled me up, kissing me fiercely, tasting himself on my lips. He turned me around, bending me over the bed, my ass high in the air. Pulling my thong to the side he entered me from behind, his cock slick with my saliva, making the entry smooth in a single stroke. His cock was definitely on the large size for what I had experienced at this stage. I'd guess 7-8 inches. The fullness wasn't quite overwhelming, but each thrust was a testament to how much I could take.

As we fucked, someone was knocking on the door, but we didn't stop. Chris's rhythm was relentless, his hands on my hips pulling me back onto him with every thrust. I felt my orgasm building, a pressure deep inside. He leaned over me, his breath hot in my ear, telling me how tight I was, how much he wanted to fill me. 

We hadn't talked about it beforehand, but I was on the pill and definitely lost in the moment. I may have nodded but he was past that point already.

When he came, he didn't pull out. He stayed buried inside me, his cock pulsing as he released. The sensation was like nothing else - warm, claiming. It was a new feeling for me and I loved it.

I cleaned up quickly, the warmth of Chris still inside me, and returned to the party, my step lighter, my mind buzzing with what had just transpired. Sean found me, his smile innocent, unaware of my escapade. 

After a few more drinks, we found a quiet spot outside. Maybe I felt like I owed him but l was also still horny, and Sean's kisses were soft, his touch gentle. For the second time that night, I slid out of my dress. When he discovered how wet I was, he didn't question it, he just got even more excited. No foreplay needed, I guided him, eager to feel him. His cock wasn't as long but he fucked in a way that was sweet and careful. Sean made love to me, his movements slow and deliberate. Ever the gentleman, he pulled out shooting a huge load all over my chest. He even went and found napkins to help me cleanup.

While I laid in the grass waiting, I decided I was ready for college.