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Lady of my dreams part 2 of 5

Lady of my dreams part 2 of 5



"You can wait in the living room, Mandy will be down shortly. I'm going to go put these in some water."

As she disappeared down the hallway, I made my way into the large room on the left. Again I was left dumbfounded as I entered the living room. There was a large, 60 inch flat screen hanging above an authentic looking fireplace. The mantel was lined with copies of my favorite DVDs. Ace Ventura, Bad Boys II, Clerks II, etc. This girl was amazing!

A large cabinet hung slightly open and I couldn't help taking a peek inside. My jaw dropped as an XBOX 360 game into view, as well as plenty of games. This girl was perfect!

I take it you play too, a voice from behind said, causing me to jump a little.

I turned around laid my eyes on the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My heart stopped for what seemed like minutes, as I took her in with my eyes. Her dress was a light blue, accentuating her eyes perfectly, and was form fitted to her hourglass figure.

I tried to say something, but my mouth just hung there, wide open.

"That was the reaction I was looking for," she said with a huge smile as she walked over to me.

I still couldn't think of a single thing to say, but didn't have to. She pushed my jaw back up and leaned in for a kiss. I was in heaven. Her soft lips pressed ever so gently against mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth and it took everything I had to break out of my funk and return the kiss. We stood there for what several moments before the sound of a voice clearing interrupted us.

If I can break you two up for a couple moments I would like to take some pictures, her mom said with a grin.

The next couple hours flew by, a couple photos with her mom, then off to the arboretum to meet up with my friends and parents for another photo session. Mandy got herself acquainted with the other girls while my friends continued to congratulate me and state their disbelief that I was taking Mandy Hartman to the prom.

After the photo shoot, we hopped back into my car, a 1967 Mustang convertible that my uncle had let me borrow for the special occasion, and began the twenty minute drive to a fancy hotel where the banquet and dance would be held.

As we pulled onto the highway, I felt a hand rest on my thigh. I looked over to Mandy to see her smiling back at me, and I couldn't help but return it with a huge smile of my own.

With all the courage I could muster, I said, "Damn you're beautiful."

Her smile got impossibly bigger and she leaned over to give me another kiss. Had I not just stopped at a red light I surely would have gotten into an accident, and surprisingly I didn't care, I could've died like that and been just fine.

Our lips broke and we stared into each other’s eyes until a loud honk sounded from behind.

"Get a move on it lovebirds!"

A glance in the rearview mirror revealed the voice to be that of my friend Michael. I grinned and gave him the finger before accelerating through the green light.

Mandy rested her head on my shoulder and yet another grin crossed my face. I could really get used to this. I interlocked my right hand with hers and pulled it to my lips, kissing it lightly before returning it to my lap.

Much too my disappointment, we arrived at our destination and we were forced to separate. We were ushered into a large ballroom draped in lights and decorated with several different floral arrangements. It looked almost like a wedding, I thought to myself.

Dozens of round tables littered the vast room, decorated with a white table cloth, several floating candles, and a floral bouquet, individual to each table. We found our name cards at a table with my friends and took our seats.

As we waited for the meal to be served, filet mignon with roasted red potatoes and seasoned asparagus, my friends and I chatted about sports while the girls discussed the latest episode of The Bachelor. I had just finished making a point about Dwight Howard's recent stats when I suddenly felt a hand on my crotch. I turned to Mandy, who was conversing with Jessica, my friend Dan's date. As she continued to talk as though she were entirely focused on their conversation, she began to rub my crotch, evoking a raging hard-on.

I found it extremely difficult to continue adding to the conversation I was having, as all my attention was concentrating on not creaming my pants.

Just as I was seconds away from exploding my pants, the waiters began to deliver salads to our table. As much as I didn't want her to quit jacking me off under the table, I was secretly relieved that I wouldn't have to come up with an excuse for the oyster that I would have left in my pants.

Everything about the meal was delicious, even the asparagus, which I had never liked before. The desert was a chocolate mudslide cake slathered in chocolate syrup. I had barely finished before Mandy was dragging me onto the dance floor.

I had never been one for dancing, but this girl brought out the best in me. We would grind during the fast songs, my hands roaming up her body, careful to avoid her breasts in case it put her off, but halfway through the night she was forcing my hands to mash her tits together, causing an instant erection. There was no way of hiding it, but as soon as she noticed, she gave me an evil little grin and a quick peck.

The first slow song was another story all together. She pulled me close enough to her so she could rest her head on my chest while my hands intertwined at the small of her back. Not thirty seconds into the song, she wiggled her ass until my hands fell down to her cheeks.

She leaned back and looked into my eyes, grinning; "Now that's better."

Taking full advantage of the situation, I gave each of her cheeks a quick squeeze and heard her stifle a squeal. She made eye contact again and I couldn't help but get lost in those gorgeous, green eyes. Her lips smashed against mine and began a violent assault on my mouth.



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