(All characters are over the age of 18)
It could have been any Spring Saturday night in the early eighties, but it wasn't. This particular Saturday night was the Senior Prom, that magical moment in the journey toward adulthood where the innocence of youth masquerades under a mature veil of tuxedos, lavish dresses, and expectations for romance that often supersede whatever amorous experiences a young student might have enjoyed by that point in his or her short life.
It was a night of celebration and affirmation for the attractive, the socially outgoing, and the popular to dress up and experience new levels of adulthood pleasures, often for the very first time, while for the less confident, the shy, and for those on the fringes of the high school social structure, Prom night was an in-your-face reminder that they were the "less-than's" -- those parked outside and often ignored by the elite inside the circle. For them, it was a school-sponsored and PTA-endorsed painful confirmation that they just weren't as desirable as so many of their classmates were. For them, Prom night sucked.
But for those on the inside of the circle, Prom provided tacit permission to enjoy a night of new experiences. For those with more progressive or perhaps clueless parents, hotel-room after-parties -- usually just for two -- were commonplace. For the others, back seats and isolated parking spots would have to suffice as their private sexual playgrounds. For so many, however, Prom night would be a rite of passage, a night never to forget, a night where sexual limits would be pushed farther into adulthood than they had ever been pushed before. The Prom Committee would do its part by creating an environment of romance, sensuality, and maturity, promoting and conjuring amorous emotions and carnal desires for those in attendance. Dresses would be carefully selected to highlight the girls' physical assets, often with plunging necklines and other revealing features designed to entice the young men strutting about in their tuxedos. Undergarments for many of the young temptresses would be carefully selected to seduce, or for some, would be left at home altogether, their absence fully noticed by their horny dates. Sexual reward at the end of the evening would be pretty much a given as the hormonally charged couples would exit the warm-up of the venue and move on to the main event of the evening, where they would elevate their game with each other to levels not previously explored. All around town, tits and asses would be exposed and erect cocks would be released to the air as dresses would fall to the floorboards of cars and hotel rooms and tuxedo zippers would be lowered to give the horny girls unrestricted access to reward their equally horny dates for taking them to the Prom. For many of the more novice dry-humpers among them, fingering and hand jobs would be explored for the first time. For those farther along in their sexual journey, hand jobs would elevate to blow jobs, and for many, virginity would become a thing of the past. It would be a night of orgasms across the town -- at least for the guys. For the girls, perhaps not as much, but for nearly all of the couples, some new element of their sexual innocence would be relegated to history before they returned home, a little or a lot more experienced than they had been only hours earlier.
"I've had a crush on Steve Carlson since we were in sixth grade," Debbie lamented to her friends. "I really thought that he liked me too -- at least a little. But then he goes and asks that slut, Brenda, to Prom! Why couldn't it have been me? What's wrong with me?!?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, Debbie. He doesn't deserve someone as good you!" Debbie's best friend, Julie, tried her best to console her friend, but it really wasn't helping. "I hope he gets the clap from that bitch! She's had so many guys inside of her that she's probably totally toxic!"
"That's not a nice thing to say, Julie." Secretly, Debbie kind of liked the idea too, but she knew that thoughts like that were kind of mean. Besides, her heart was still pining for Steve, and she didn't really want anything bad to happen to him.
"At least you don't have to deal with asking a girl out and risk getting shot down -- or worse! It took me sixth months to get up the nerve to ask Judy Miller on a date and she laughed at me over the phone. And the next day at school, her friends laughed at me too!" The pain on Trent's face made it very clear that this rejection had created a core memory that he was unlikely to ever forget.
"I can't afford Prom. You know how broke I always am." It seemed to be confession time, and it was now Neil's turn. "I work two jobs but everything I make goes to my mom to pay our bills. I checked once and the cost of a tux and tickets and a corsage -- holy shit! How do people afford it? I guess when your parents have money you can, but that'll never happen for me."
"I can't see how any girl would ever want me," David said, barely audibly. "I know I'm a loser. I'm really glad that you guys are my friends, or I'd have nobody."
"Stop it, David! You're a great guy!" Debbie truly was his friend and they had grown up together almost like siblings. He had always had a bit of a crush on her, but she definitely thought of him more like a brother!
Julie's body had matured early, and she had always been very self-conscious about it. Perhaps self-loathing was a better term. Every time she looked in the mirror all she could see were flaws. Why couldn't she be perfect like the girls in the magazines, or the cheerleaders, or all the popular girls at school? In her mind, nobody would ever find her attractive enough to want her, and consequently, Julie closed herself off to any suitor that tried to win her attention, not realizing that she was actually quite beautiful, both inside and out. The guys in their little group had secretly lusted after her for years, but due to their own issues, none had risked trying for more than friendship. In an accidental way, they were confirming what she believed about herself even though nothing could be farther from the truth.
"The worst part is that we're all going off to college in the Fall, and none of us has ANY experience with dating or...sex," Debbie whispered the word, a little ashamed to be saying what she was thinking. "I was in the locker room a couple of days ago. Some of the 'popular' girls were talking about Prom and didn't know I was there. They were going on and on about what they were going to do to their boyfriends after the dance. Tammy Perkins said that she planned to give up her virginity to Brett. Tammy! Her dad would kill Brett if he knew! She acts all innocent at church, but she was going on and on about how they've done everything except fucking and she plans to change that as soon as they leave the dance. She was even telling the girls about how much she likes sucking on his cock and how he goes down on her every time they go out, whatever that means. She really has her parents fooled." Debbie paused and her gaze drifted off somewhere into the distance, her words not directed at anyone. "I want that, too!"
The basement rec-room got very quiet as the five virginal eighteen-year-olds pondered Debbie's proclamation. They had been friends since they were kids. Kind of a 'misfits club.' Debbie was a pastor's daughter, shielded from the world by her very hovering parents. Expected to be of the highest moral character, being taught from the youngest of age that any type of sexual expression was to be strictly reserved for marriage and that even the slightest inclination toward the amorous was the beginning of a slippery slope straight to ruining herself for her future husband. All of her normal human sexual urges were to be solidly suppressed until she had said her "I do's" at the altar. Debbie had learned in private, however, that a little rubbing against her pillow produced some feelings that were very, very pleasant, even though a part of her feared that she might be humping herself straight to Hell.
Julie struggled. Not just with that body image crap, but with who she really was inside and who she wanted to be. Usually, she found herself interested in the boys. But sometimes it was the girls who caught her attention. The net result for her was social paralysis, causing her to experience neither, and instead spending many restless nights staring at the ceiling while fantasizing about whichever guy or girl had caught her eye that day, and allowing the fingers of her right hand to find their way inside her panties as they provided surrogacy to her aching pussy.
Like most teenage guys, each of the three knew exactly what their cocks needed to give themselves some brief relief from their raging hormones -- often two or three times a day. Their minds were always on fire, often at the most inconvenient of times, and the release that comes from orgasm was about the only thing that could settle them down, if only for a short while. They had each experienced the embarrassment of an unwanted erection, such as when Ms. Nelson wore one of her really hot outfits to school to distract them as she taught Pre-Calc. She seemed to enjoy calling guys up to the front of the class at just the right moment, smirking subtly along with the other giggling girls as the guys tried, usually unsuccessfully, to hide the bulge protruding in the front of their pants as they walked to the chalkboard. Then there was the dreaded gym class. Pretty hard to hide those boners as they lusted at the girls while they jumped about in their skimpy T-shirts and shorts. The guys couldn't wait to get home at the end of the school day where they could finally close their bedroom doors and unload the day's frustrations into a handful of tissues. Being a teenage boy without a girlfriend sucked!
"So here we sit while everyone else at school is getting some tonight..." Again, Debbie let her words hang in the room. The guys shifted in their chairs, erotic thoughts of exactly what she might be suggesting just starting to sink in, along with more than a little terror that she might actually be serious. "My parents won't be home for hours. What if we just... explored a little...? Guys, I really want to experience some things, too! Don't you?" There was desperation in her voice, and it was clear that she wasn't kidding around.
