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Prom Night

I pulled the sheet slowly down to reveal a bare landscape, now mine to explore. The festivities of prom were ended and her mother wasn’t expecting her home until midnight, a little hotel room was our castle for two hours.

I’d been with a neighbor girl several times and knew what to do, but the neighbor girl was just convenient. Tonight was very different. Emma saying yes when I mustered up the courage to ask her to the prom blew my mind. I knew she was on hiatus from her boyfriend, but thought her denial was inevitable since she was sure to be asked by other more desirable guys.

She was a year ahead of me in school and several years ahead in experience. I guess she assumed prom night ends in hotel rooms because she’d told me that her older sister made the reservation for her as part of her graduation present.

My fingers ran across Emma’s forehead right at the hairline. She’d released her formal prom hairdo so the curls tumbled to the sides of her face. Her eyes said yes and so I kissed her lips, feeling the warm wet of the tip of her tongue lick at my lips. I kissed her again and our tongues touched for a moment. She hummed softly.

I rose over her and continued my tour by moving my fingers to her temples and rubbing softly then across her closed eyelids. They were cool to the touch and she smiled and held my hands as if playing hide and seek. The ridge of her nose was thin and I let my finger run down it to her lips that were still and quiet. From there I let my fingers run across her chin and down her neck before resting between her breasts glowing bronze in the dim light. God, I wanted to see! I leaned over and turned bedside lamp on. Emma squealed softly and covered her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I thought I’d messed up.

“It’s OK,” she whispered back. She didn’t pull the sheet up so I stared at the lovely mounds then leaned down to kiss them.

“I like that,” she said, so I continued my kissing and her nipples raised firm.

“Just so you know, this is the first time I’ve been in bed with a first date,” she said with a hesitant tone. I was surprised because she was never hesitant on campus. She was a cheerleader, and vice-president of student council. By all accounts, she’d someday have a career as a fashion model. Emma was confidence personified.

I didn’t reply but continued kissing my newfound treasures.

Emma’s perfume mixed with other scents rising from beneath the sheets. Earlier when I had commented that her perfume smelled nice she’d laughed and said, “It’s Flowerbomb, my mother’s perfume.

Her mother was a beauty, twice divorced. She’d encouraged Emma’s modeling and gotten her into several competitions which she won. With her distinguished jawline and perfect features, she was ideal for that type of thing. I now knew she had perfect breasts for modeling, too.

Emma’s family had money, so I knew the perfume was expensive and I knew I’d never heard of it. The sweet mix of aromas was making me dizzy and I wanted to continue exploring the southern regions this landscape, so I traveled the six inches from her breasts to her navel where I kissed her firm stomach and felt her breathing. Her hands touched the top of my head and pushed gently down. I leaned up and looked at her face. Her lips were straight and expressionless like when you know something you shouldn’t tell, but her eyes clearly said yes.

I kissed the pubic mound and could tell she shaved all but a small bushy spot. I let my tongue feel her tender hairs and wondered how many of my classmates had been to this location. I knew at least one.

William was the man about campus. He would be our state’s next governor or a successful businessman of some sort. I wondered why they’d split up but was thankful. William attended the prom with another socialite and was probably having a grand time with his new girl. My mind darted to other classmates wondering what they were doing about now. I doubted that any were experiencing a prom night like me.

After spending some time giving affection to her special place, I determined it was time to "sink the sub." Just as I was about to spread her legs she rolled over and leaned down to me. I rolled to my back and looked down. Emma’s beautiful face was just inches from my cock. Her curls dangled on either side.

Then the magic began. Her lips touched me and sent a shock up my spine. She paused just looking at me before standing me up straight with her fingers. She smiled and began to lick. I watched and marveled at her finely manicured nails. She was so perfect. I thought of the time she’d spent preparing for this night. She was beautiful.

I felt like exploding but tried to think of my neighbor girl, Jenna, and how I lasted with her. That calmed me down a little bit. Jenna was plain but very active and horny a lot. We’d had some good times and she had been my second choice for prom even though she went to another school. I felt a little guilty that we’d had so much fun on many afternoons and now she was at home or somewhere else.

Back to Emma. Truth was she wasn’t as engaging and active as Jenna but the being there was the thing. Knowing that lovely face was accepting me inside felt like being given some great prize. The bedside lamp was bright and let me see every detail of her features as she sucked me. The shining curls, the straight slim nose, and her sweet soft lips; it was all more than I could handle and I felt it might end any moment.

I started to move but she looked quickly at me, her eyes softly saying, “not tonight.” I stopped and relaxed again as her magic continued.

I know she heard my heart pounding, I was hard as stone and her warm wetness enveloped me. She seemed to relax now that her course of action was decided. We both seemed to relax and bask in the moments.

“I’m coming,” I finally whispered, but she didn’t respond or change her position. I thought she hadn’t heard and said again, "Coming, god, I'm coming." She hummed a purr of approval, but never moved away.

At that moment all hesitation dissolved into tingling sensations in my lower back traveling up my spine to the back of my head. I was still looking down at Emma as she held me inside her mouth. My eyes saw what looked like July 4th sparklers dancing around her and my vision seemed to narrow to her lips. As my spasms began, she paused still holing me firmly. I felt jets of cum thrusting like a machine, but she held firm. My hand rested softly on her neck and felt the vibrations of her moaning approval. God, what was happening? I felt all of my life flowing into her and a sense of joy welled up in my like I’d never experienced.  
 
Still, she held firm with my hand resting softly on her neck. I felt her swallow. Then stillness for a moment before a second, more labored swallow. I lay stunned in the lamplight, with my limp legs spread as she rose up and looked at me with a smile.

“Thank you for asking me to the prom,” she said with a wink.
Written by LostViking (Lost Viking)
Published | Edited 5th Jul 2023
Author's Note
Story of a favorite prom night from my past with a few variations from the factual account.
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