Prom Story
written by:
One-eyed Jack

Prom Story - part 1

This starts out really slow. There's not a lot of sex in it, but it is a story I've been banging around in my head for a while and I wanted to write it.

Spring.

My name's Jack, I have an MBA and I've run a few small but pretty successful businesses. I've just turned 30 years old and have made a decent amount of money so far. Getting a little tired of apartment living in the city, I decided to buy a small house in the suburbs. It's quieter there, plus real estate is a good investment. The house I bought is on a quarter acre of land. There aren't too many fences in the neighborhood - none on either side of me or behind me. This makes it easier to be neighborly, I guess.

The day after I moved in, I met my first neighbors. I was out mowing my lawn, which had become overgrown, when my neighbor behind me came over with a fresh baked blueberry pie. I like this neighborhood, already. My neighbor's name was Karen. I figured her to be about 40. She was a single mom. Her daughter, Daphne, was 17 and a junior at the local high school. Her husband had never smoked a day in his life. Nobody knows why he got lung cancer. He died when Daphne was 6. Thank goodness he had a good life insurance policy (must have got it before the diagnosis). Karen was able to keep the house. She worked doing data entry for a few companies.

That first spring and summer, I was out in my yard a lot. I find yard work relaxing and cathartic. Mowing the law, watering the lawn, so the grass can grow, so I can mow it again. I planted a couple of ornamental shrubs and a few blueberry bushes. I told Karen that for an occasional pie, she can have all the blueberries she wants. Being outside, I also met most of the neighborhood. The make-up was pretty eclectic, young and old, different ethnic backgrounds, etc, - just like a neighborhood should be.

One afternoon in late spring, I was inside when I noticed Daphne mowing the lawn. They had an old lawn mower with a small grass catcher. Daphne had to empty the bag a couple of times. By the time she finished, I knew it was a lot more work than it should have been.

A week later, when I was mowing my lawn (new lawn mower that was too big if anything - but it did do the job fast) I decided to keep on going and I mowed Karen and Daphne's lawn as well. As I finished, Daphne came out of the house with a plate of cookies and come soft drinks.

"Thanks for the snacks. I really am thirsty."

"Thanks for doing the lawn. It takes me forever."

We sat on her back steps and chatted for a while. She had one more year of high school and was hoping to go to college. She didn't know what she wanted to major in. Her strengths were biology, chemistry and literature. I told her she had plenty of time to decide. Most students change their major along the way as they discover new things about themselves as well as new strong points. When I got up to go I said,

"I'll make a deal with you. I like mowing the lawn, so I'll do yours whenever I do mine. But when I do, you owe me a coke and some cookies. Deal?"

Daphne flashed me a smile. "Deal!" she said.

When I was going back to my house I thought that I had just seen one of the prettiest smiles in the world.

Life goes on. I mowed their lawn. I was fed cookies (and brownies and other treats) by both Karen and Daphne. I became a social friend of mother and daughter. We shared some cook outs. At Christmas time. Karen and Daphne showed up outside my door and sang carols. I joined them and we caroled a few of the neighbors.

In January, I was invited to Daphne's eighteenth birthday party. There would be some neighbors and some relatives there. An eighteenth birthday is special, especially for a girl. I decided on giving her a pair of ruby earrings as a present. I knew it was a little extravagant, but I also knew she would love them. As she was opening the presents, she unwrapped a box from a jewelry store. She stopped for a second. When she peeked inside, she squealed and gave me a big hug. I guess I picked out the right present. Karen gave me a "you-done-good" smile and I winked back at her.

Time marched on some more. One day in May, as I was mowing the lawn Daphne came out with my cookies. I could see she had been crying. You can't hide red eyes and a red nose.

"What's the matter, D?"

"My boyfriend and I had a fight. I ran into him while he was cheating on me at the mall. Anyway, I called him some names and now he says he's not taking me to the prom. It's a week away. I got my gown and everything. It just sucks - big time."

In the year that I had known her, this was the first time I heard her use bad language. "That does suck." I agreed. "Is there anyone else you can go with?"

"No, every boy I know already has a date. I know it's not like the end of the world or anything, but it still sucks. Mom said that, when she was a senior, she missed out on her prom, too. The boy, she was supposed to go with, got in a motorcycle accident and broke his leg. She was upset, but she got over it. I guess I'll get over it, too." With that, Daphne went back inside.

As I went back to my house I contemplated on how some people can be real assholes. (Before you think anything, there was no way I was going to a high school prom at my age.)

Later the next week, I saw Karen and asked how Daphne was doing. "She's getting over it. A bunch of her friends are going to someone's cottage for the weekend. Daphne's ex-boyfriend has been un-invited. His new date to the prom has been un-invited, too. Daph'll be fine."

"Good. I'm glad she's OK. I have an idea and I want you to do something for me. Come home early from work tomorrow. I want you to make sure Daphne wears her gown - and puts on make-up. And I want you to wear a nice dress, too, please."

"Whatever for?"

"No questions. I'll be at your house at 7:00.

"What's going on?"

"Just trust me. And please don't ask questions, because I don't have all the answers yet.

Friday night.

I drove over to their house (I did NOT walk through our yards) and rang the doorbell right on time.

I was greeted at the door by Karen. She looked beautiful in a blue dress and a single strand of pearls. She was quite shocked to see me in a hastily rented tuxedo. After the initial shock had passed, she called for Daphne to join us.

When Daphne came into the room, I lost my breath. She had on a stunning red gown, accented with a gold necklace and a pair of ruby earrings. Did I mention that Daphne is beautiful - and takes after her mother? I always knew she was pretty. This night she was so much more so. (How could that fool not take her to the prom??!!)

"You look beautiful." I said. "Both of you do." There was really nothing else to say. Mother and daughter both looked incredible. Before I forgot my manners, I gave them each a corsage of white tea roses. "Your chariot awaits." With that I took each on an arm and escorted them to my car. They still had no idea of my plans, but were willing to go along with it.

After opening the doors and seating them, I drove down the street, turned right, turned right again and stopped in front of my house. When they got out of the car a few neighbors noticed and Fred from across the street applauded.

Karen and Daphne were a little tentative as I opened the door and let them in. Karen let out an "ohhh' and D started jumping up and down clapping. I had decorated my entire downstairs for our own prom. I had helium balloons with the school colors, streamers, and music from each of our high school generations on random mode on the CD player.

"Everyone should have memories of their prom." I said to Daphne. "Even if it is a few years late." I continued to Karen.

Karen and Daphne looked at each other, decided I was not completely out of my mind, giggled, and got right into the spirit of things. For the next 5 hours the three of us talked, laughed, danced, sang, took official photos, ate Chinese food (you need dinner at a prom, right) and just had a marvelous time together.

At midnight, I drove them home. When I walked them to their door, I hemmed and hawed a little. "Ah, you know, it is prom night, and usually a guy gives his date a kiss at the end, and uh, I was wondering...." I was definitely hamming this up a little.

"OK" Karen laughed. We'll each kiss you goodnight, but the other won't watch. Daphne blushed (I think) and turned around. Karen gave me a hug and a kiss that was sweet. "Thank you, Jack. This is the nicest thing anyone has done for us in a long, long time." Karen turned around, when Daphne came into my arms. She kissed me a lot harder and squeezed me tight. "Thanks so much. You made a night that could have been awful, really, really special. I'll always remember it." Then she kissed me again.

"Good night, ladies. And thank you for being my dates tonight."

When I went home and got ready for bed, I looked out my back window. There were still lights on at their house.

Saturday noon.

I was cleaning up from the prom, when I heard a knock on my door. Karen was there with a bottle of white wine. I invited her in and we sat down on the couch.

"Last night was really special, Jack. After you dropped us off, Daphne and I talked about it for at least another half hour. Then she was on the phone to friends until about 2 o'clock. You may not know it, but you've attained hero status with Daphne - and with a lot of her friends. Don't be surprised if you find yourself being checked out by a lot of 18 year old girls over the next few weeks."

"Look, about last night, every once in a while you're presented with an opportunity to do something nice for someone. When Daphne told me what happened, to her and to you, I got this crazy idea in my head and I went with it. I'm glad it worked out and the two of you don't think I'm a total nut case. But please don't call me a hero. A nice guy will be fine."

"Well, Daphne and her friends left about 8:00 this morning. They were all talking a mile a minute and I heard your name a couple of times. You have been advised."

"All right. I'll be on the lookout."

"You know, last night I noticed a lot of leftover Chinese, and this morning I was thinking of how some people break rules and drink at the prom. I thought a little wine would go with leftovers for lunch. I hope I'm not being forward."

"A little wine with leftovers sounds great to me. Some of this will reheat well, some won't. But there's still plenty."

So the two of us ate some food and drank some wine. We shared some stories about ourselves and learned more about each other. I had dated someone for a while and became engaged. Somewhere along the line we both knew it wasn't right for us and we broke it off. Karen didn't see men for a couple of years after Steve's (her husband) death. When she did go out, some guys were not willing to get into a relationship when there was a young girl part of the equation. Some other guys were just interested in getting a piece of ass. Karen just resigned herself. If the right guy was going to come along, he was going to come along. She was not going to kill herself worrying about it.

The wine was getting to me a little bit. I wasn't sleepy or tipsy, but I was a little mellow. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I finished, I washed my face and hands and returned to Karen.

She looked a little different as if she was thinking about something. "Penny for your thoughts."

"Would you mind if we stayed in our prom world a little longer?"

"No, I'd be happy to. I enjoy you as my prom queen."

"Prom queen? Not just your date?"

"Come on. You're lovely. You're special. Of course you're the prom queen."

I didn't know it then, but I knew later that she just came to her decision.

"We're alone and nobody's around. Would you kiss your prom queen again?"

I understood this request and pondered it for about a nanosecond. I moved right next to her on the couch, put one hand behind her head, leaned forward and kissed her. It was not a forceful passionate kiss. It wasn't a sexual French kiss. It was a soft, tender, sensuous kiss - and it lasted a long, long time.

"It's been a long time since I was kissed like that. I think I'd like another."

This time when we kissed, our hands and arms started roaming about each other. Her arms went from around my back to the back of my head. She rubbed the back of my neck and held me for a longer kiss. The kiss was getting more passionate. My hands were holding her face then rubbing up and down her arms. As she moved her arms, my hands shifted to her torso. With a will of its own, my right hand started to caress her left breast. When the kiss stopped, I removed my hand and apologized.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I just got carried away."

Before I could apologize further, Karen stopped me.

"Don't be sorry. I enjoyed it. If I didn't, I would have stopped you. You know, it's nice to be thought of as being desirable again."

"My god! Desirable again? You must have always been desirable. Just look at you. You have a lovely face, beautiful eyes, and a lovely smile. You have a nice figure. I bet you look great in a bathing suit. I don't mean to get carried away, but you are one very attractive lady."

I must have said something right. I saw some moisture coming to her eyes, then, she kissed me again. The kiss would not be best described as passionate. The kiss had a lot of feeling to it, sending a whole lot of sensations with it.

Afterwards, Karen took my hands in hers.

"I know that prom night has been a special first night for a lot of people. I know that it would not be the first time for either you or me. I think I would like it to be the first time for you and me."

I was flabbergasted. "Karen, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Very much so. I would like you to make love to me and I would like to make love to you. I think you are a very special person and this is something I would like to share together."

I looked at her for about five minutes before I answered. (I say five minutes, but it was probably more like 5 to 10 seconds.) "All right, but listen. I will not just have sex with you. I will make love to you. There is a huge difference, as you know. And I want you to know that I know that difference. Also, just in case you've read too many articles on the subject, I am not the world's greatest lover and make no promises as to my performance."

Karen gave me her best smile (I know where Daphne got her smile from). "I know you know the difference. That's why I want to make love to you. And when you make love, it's not the performance that counts."

There was not much more to say. I took Karen by the hand and led her to my bedroom. Before we started to undress, I took her in my arms again. This time, when we kissed, our mouths opened at the same time. Our tongues dueled at first then, we settled down to tasting and exploring each other's mouths. The kiss ended. We were quiet. Then Karen unbuttoned her blouse and took her bra off. Her breasts were beautiful. They were not the firm breasts of a teenager, but the mature breasts of a woman. I'm guessing they were either a large A cup or a small B cup. They were not saggy and they were wonderful to caress and hold. While Karen removed her shorts and panties, I also got undressed. Karen looked at me standing there with a full erection, liked what she saw, and gave me a smile. I sat her at the edge of my bed and separated her knees. With her legs apart, I knelt on the floor between them and started kissing the inside of her thighs.

Karen spread her legs wider. "Oh, yes. That's wonderful. Mmmmm." Karen was enjoying my kisses and licks as I zeroed in on her vagina. When I finally reached it, I gave a long loving kiss to the whole vagina. Karen started to shake a little. Her slit was leaking juices, so I licked them up. I then inserted my tongue at the bottom of her slit and licked inside for the whole length of it. At this point, I realized just how hard Karen was squeezing my shoulders. I continued licking all around when her clitoris decided to make an appearance. I licked all around it, but not actually on it. I could feel Karen getting more and more excited. Finally I licked her clit fast a few times and managed to catch it with my lips. When I sucked on it for a second, Karen reached her orgasm. I stopped licking and just held on while several waves crashed over her. When she recovered she said, "Wow. I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything." Then I lay her back on the bed. Karen was already well lubricated and I was horny as hell. I got between her legs and guided my penis to her vagina. I entered her slowly. Granted she had delivered a baby, but it had been a long time since she last made love. She was wonderfully tight and had that magical hot, silky feeling that we all love. After I was fully inside her, I rested for a minute. Then I started slowly moving in and out of her, savoring the feeling in both directions. After a few minutes, Karen simply said, "Faster." I started to protest, but she asked me to go faster again. I picked up the pace and soon after I knew I'd never be able to hold back.

"I'm gonna come soon. When I have to, I won't be able to wait."

"Don't wait. I want to feel it inside me."

Sure enough, it didn't take too long. I felt my orgasm approach and I felt it from every nerve in my body.

"I'm gonna come!"

"Yes, do it now!"

I pushed inside her as far as I could go and then I exploded inside of her. It had been some time since I had made love and I had a lot of reserve inside of me. I came and I came and I came some more. At some point I couldn't move any more and stopped.

Eventually, my brain started to function again and my penis shrank and slipped out. Karen excused herself to the bathroom, where she cleaned herself up. When she came back into the room, she got under the sheets with me and snuggled. "Shhh. Don't say anything. Let's just relax and enjoy the afterglow." So, holding onto each other, we both drifted off into an afternoon nap.

Later that afternoon.

I regained consciousness with a need to pee. Karen was beside me and her eyes were closed. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I slipped back into bed. Karen was awake.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Karen said, "I have a small confession to make."

"Oh?"

"Some time ago, Daphne and I were talking about you. We were wondering if you would be attracted to either one of us. I mean, you are between us - age wise. Am I too old for you? Do you think you are too young for me? Do you feel too old for Daph? Or is she too young for you? That sort of thing. We already knew that you were a nice person. Well, last night when you had the prom for the two of us, we felt that you were indeed attracted to both of us. Nobody would do what you did if you weren't."

"You two talked about me?"

"Amazingly enough, Daphne and I are very close for a mother and daughter. We confide in each other a lot more than most mothers and daughters that we know. Anyway, last night after you took us home, we talked some more. I told Daphne, I was going to come over here today."

My mind was having a little trouble grasping this.

"Jack, we both think that you are one in a million. Forgive me, but I had to take another step."

I realized just how special this was. I reached for Karen and kissed her. While I kissed her I started rubbing her breasts. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this. Daph is going to ask me about today. If I tell her you are as wonderful as she thinks, she is probably going to want you to make love to her, too. I don't have a problem with that."

With this revelation, I got an immediate erection. Karen couldn't help but notice. "Oh, I see you are attracted to both of us", she said playfully. She got me to lie on my back. Then she took my penis in her mouth, running her tongue all over it and coating it with saliva. "Just lay back and enjoy" was all she said to me. Karen then got on top of me and guided my penis into her vagina. Once I was totally inside, she started going up and down.

"Karen, use the angle that's best for you. I'll last longer this time. I want you to reach, too."

Karen smiled, but didn't say a word. She found a nice angle and rhythm and proceeded to ride me. Her eyes were closed for a while then, I noticed them close tight. Her breathing came harder and she picked up the pace. I grabbed her breasts and started squeezing them both. Pretty soon, Karen let out a "Huunnhh", she took me as deep as she could, and her vagina spasmmed all over my penis. This was all I needed and I emptied myself inside her.

Some time later, we both took a shower (separately) and got dressed. Karen went home and I finished cleaning up. While cleaning I managed to finish off the bottle of wine. That night, when I went to sleep I dreamed wonderful dreams.