Prom Night Orgasm - Amplified

Vivian placed her hand over Tim, and he blushed at the heat he felt rushing up his spine.    
   
She whispered, “I love feeling you get hard.”  
   
Tim touched the top of her hand. “Your hand…it’s beautiful.” He hadn’t seen fake nails at school before. These were creamy white. They made her thin fingers seem even longer.    
   
Rubbing the top of her hand, he said, “Your hand’s so smooth.”    
   
Vivian smiled, then bent forward and kissed him. “It tastes so good,” she whispered, her lips still pursed at the edge of him.  
   
Vivian’s mind was racing. “I’ve never kissed a boy there before.”    
   
Vivian’s mother sat at her kitchen table sipping wine and thinking back on the hours she and Vivian had spent on hair, makeup, and dressing for the prom. Then her mind drifted to the month before as they’d shopped for dresses. She’d said, "That dress is too sexy," certain that Vivian would pick out something a little less revealing, but Vivian persisted.  
   
Remembering the boy’s smile and how polite he had been, she thought, He’s nice, and my girl has a good reputation. They’ll be fine.    
   
How could she have known that the prom would lead to an after-prom private house party and an available bedroom. When the clock chimed eleven, she thought back to her younger years and mistakes she’d made. I shouldn't have let her wear that dress, she thought.      
      
At that very moment, Vivian’s body arched involuntarily as her first ever orgasm shot through her naïve frame.