"Yes Calvin I'd love t-to go with you to the senior p-prom." The stuttering blonde squeezed my hand. "But I'm religious s-so don't t-try to f-feel me up... or do me... or anything."
I kissed Lizzie's lips and she blushed virgin pink.
That Saturday Liz and I arrived at the prom. This years' theme was Cherry Blossoms. Which I assumed was about all the cute, blossoming cherries spinning around in their new gowns.
Lizzie wore a low-cut peach gown, displaying her bulging cleavage. Unfortunately guarding that bulging cleavage was a huge Jesus-On-The-Cross necklace.
We sat at a table next to her friend Candi, also a blonde. And the eighteen year old girls giggled like schoolgirls. Candi whispered. "Cal do you like our new gowns?"
"Hell yes, you're both very pretty. But I'm sure you're even prettier with the gowns off." The girls blushed and burst into laughter.
Wanting to impress the panties off Lizzie I stood up and raised my glass. "I'm the luckiest guy here 'cause I'm with the prettiest girl in the state!" All eyes turned and Liz's face lit up like she'd won a beauty pageant.
"Oh Cal you're s-so naughty." Candi snickered and pulled Lizzie off to the girl's room. While they were away I slipped some gin into the punch bowl. Liz came back wearing heavy makeup— dark red lipstick and rosy red cheeks— chipmunk cheeks.
Turning her crucifix around Lizzie slithered up to my side. "Cal honey I'll let you t-touch my thighs if you want." Squeezing my hand she moved it under the table, right between her warm thighs.
Sweet.
Candi brought over two glasses of punch with maraschino cherries on top. Lizzie put one on my lips.
"Would you like my cherry?" I bit it in half. Lizzie jumped and giggled. "Candi s-says that if a girl f-feeds a cherry t-to her date he'll get the other one later... is that t-true?"
Before I could speak the stuttering blonde pushed my hand under her dress again. "T-touch me quick, then p-put my skirt down." Eagerly I rubbed the cleft in her panties. And my prick stiffened hard, hoping for some Cherry Blossom Ball-ing.
I kissed Lizzie's sweet lips. She blushed. "Candi s-says if a girl likes a guy she lets him f-feel her... inside. My finger pushed into her delicate pink folds. Liz squirmed but didn't make me stop. So I fingered her tiny fuck hole until her thighs slammed shut.
The music started and I pulled my blushing chipmunk to the dance floor. As we danced my hands caressed the bare skin of her back. "Liz you're so soft and sweet... I could just eat you up." Lizzie giggled as I nibbled up and down her neck and pinched her hard nipple.
Her friend Candi wanted my next dance. And as we danced naughty Candi actually shoved her hips against mine, grinding her cunt against my cock...
Damn.
But I could only chase one twat at a time. So I dumped Candi and took Lizzie for another spin. And Lizzie did the same thing, grinding her hips against my crotch. I squeezed Lizzie's firm little butt.
She whispered, "Kiss me Cal, with your t-tongue." We French kissed and I danced us to a dark corner. My hand slipped under her bra to squeeze her soft c-cup tits and hard nipples. Liz eased back and I lifted her skirt, and rubbed her magic carpet of pussy hair.
"Cal could we go t-to the lake? Candi says all the seniors are going there t-to do... s-stuff."
"Of course, I love to do s-stuff." Lizzy giggled and hugged me all the way to the lake. As soon as the car stopped our lips locked. We kissed and kissed, hearing loud groans and squeaks coming from the nearby cars.
I winked at Lizzie and she blushed. "Oh gosh." The religious girl took off her crucifix necklace and locked Jesus in her purse. "I guess you wanna s-see the t-twins now?"
