Mark and Chris Ch. 2: Chris' Prom Experience
After Mark and Cassie jumped into Mark's Camaro and roared off, Chris and Rebecca stood on the curb and kissed hot and intimately for a while before doing anything. He didn't like the dress, since it made it hard to feel her tits, but he could cup her ass and grope it. Finally she broke the kiss, pushed him back against the car and, while breathing raggedly, whispered in his ear," am I finally gonna get it?" Chris had never actually had sex with her. They had messed around, and he had fingered her, but he had not done the deed. He knew he would tonight. After all, that's what prom was all about. He did not answer, just smiled wickedly.
"Hop in baby, let's ride."
She had a huge smile on her face, as she jumped in the car, and they speed off. Zooming down the road, they took the alternate route, as Chris ran every stop sign, and several red lights.
"Slow down, I don't want the evening ruined by a ticket."
"Okay sweety." He did it, too. That was also the first time he took his eyes of the road to look over.
When he had been at Rebecca's house earlier that night, she had been dressed in a red (she had told her big brother that her dress would have to be red, or no dress), long fancy gown. Her brown hair was done up (he never understood why women had to do their hair up for formal events), make-up dabbed on her face, and around her brown eyes. For the first time she was wearing the earrings he had given her. The hung from her cute little earlobes like Christmas ornaments, and he wanted to unwrap the gifts right there. The gown did not really have a low cleavage, but it did have a supportive, and almost push up, effect on her breasts, with nothing covering them on top. The dress flared slightly at the bottom, but it had a slit on the side, reaching up mid thigh. He had sent a silent prayer to god for blinding Marks judgment by the price when he bought this dress, as he pulled her into his arms, and pecked her lips. Her mother was there, with the small camera, and her dad with the big one. "Now smile." Unlike his best friend, he only had to pose on the porch, and on the stairs, and only one each with mother and father. He knew what agony Mark was going through, and inwardly he smiled. Finally, he grabbed Rebecca's and Cassie's bags, and threw them in the trunk.
"Can I put the top down, or will that ruin your hair?"
"Oh, hell no, buster! We are staying locked up in here," she smiled as she said it, then leaned over, and gave him a long tongue kiss. They got to the restaurant first, and waited for a couple of minutes. When the others arrived, Rebecca had seen the glow on her friends face, and bulge in her brother's pants. Almost as soon as they had sat down, the girls had hustled each other into the bathroom. They where not the only prom pair there, but they found a mirror piece they staked as their own, and compared notes.
"Mark did not kiss me yet. Do you think he don't like me as we thought he did?"
"Nonsense, he's a Marine now, he moves at a slower speed. Just relax, it'll be alright."
"How about you?"
"Ohhh, girl! Mark came, we kissed, took our pictures, and were out like a light." Cassie's face frowned in agony.
"Well, we had to suffer a photo session, like I said we would. How am I gonna get him to kiss me?"
