Prom Night_(0)

My parents were so excited that it was Prom night that they actually jumped up and down cheering when they saw me flounce down the stairs. I blushed three shades of red as I caught my date’s eye. He wasn’t saying anything. He just stood there devouring me with his eyes. I could tell he liked my strapless, formal length, red dress with sequins up and down the front and back. I certainly had the first time I tried it on.

I checked out his long tailed black tux with red cummerbund and tie. I had never seen him look so handsome. His dark hair was perfectly in place and even his hands had been manicured. This was so unlike Greg who was an avid outdoorsman.

I smiled up at him as he tried to help me with the wrist corsage he had bought for me. His hands shook and I heard him swallow loudly as if he were about to drool. His mouth was set in a straight line as he fooled with the corsage and I could tell he was really nervous.

Finally, I heard my mother giggle and she took my arm and slipped it on my wrist. “There you go, Missy,” she said when she had it placed properly.

“Melissa, Mom, remember?” I said trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. They would probably still be calling me Missy when I was forty. The nickname made me feel like a child and that was one thing I did not want to feel like tonight.

Mom nodded and kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry sweetie.” she whispered in my ear. I knew she was and I knew she wanted tonight to be perfect for me. Our relationship was an unbelievable friendship in which I could tell her anything. She knew all about my plans for the evening and had even helped me make them.

My loving smile was real as I hugged her tightly. She had been invaluable to me these last two months as we had plotted and planned. I could never thank her enough and I knew she had paid a price for her help. My father had been seething ever since he had found out she had gotten me on the birth control pill. I had heard them arguing about it again last night.

They were in their room with the door slightly ajar. I was coming out of the upstairs bathroom after getting ready for bed.

“Jesus, John, would you rather she end up pregnant?” said my mother in that tone she gets when at her breaking point. They must have been arguing the whole time I was in the shower for her to be this upset.

“Don’t you dare patronize me Carrie, you know that is not what I want. You’re the one who seems to condone sexual behavior.” My father said angrily.

“Oh that’s right. I forgot. Every teenager in the country wants to have sex except our daughter. Our daughter is abnormal, she doesn’t have hormones and she’s not been in love with her boyfriend since she was fifteen. ” My mother shot back at him, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I heard a loud sigh from my father. “I just don’t like to think about my angel giving herself to anyone in that way.” His love for me was evident in his voice and it brought quick tears to my eyes. He wanted me to remain his little girl forever and a part of me wanted to oblige him. I was standing on the threshold of womanhood and sometimes it was so scary. It was the eve of my Senior prom and after that would come graduation then college halfway across the country. I wanted to run in there and throw myself into his big comfortable arms and bury my head in his chest while I cried out all my fears.

“I know you don’t agree with me helping her get on contraceptives but I am trying to teach her to be responsible. I wanted her to understand that it’s alright to do the things you really want to as long as you always do them wisely. Is that so wrong?” Now her voice was pleading. It was obvious that she wanted him to let up on her and see her point of view.

“And I want my little girl to remain pure forever, is that so wrong?” The weariness in his voice was disheartening to hear from a man who had always been so loving to me.

I tiptoed away from the door and into my room. My vanity was covered with makeup, hair ties, and perfume bottles. I cleared a few out of my way as I sat down to give me a spot to prop my elbows. I sat there with chin in hand as I looked at my reflection in the photo cluttered mirror.

I knew I was pretty on the outside from the constant reminders people gave me. I had been voted class beauty for four years of high school. I had gotten the lead role in our school’s production of Beauty and the Beast. There were many indicators that others enjoyed to look at me. I didn’t really understand it because when I looked at myself all I could see was the skinny, braces wearing, awkward thirteen year old that I had been when we moved to Deer Creek. I had been certain I’d never fit in but as I had changed and my breasts had grown and the braces came off my teeth, the boys began to buzz around me like bees to honey. The girls were jealous at first but had also come around apparently thinking it would benefit them with the boys to be my friend. It was all so superficial until I had met Greg.

Greg had made me feel pretty on the inside. He listened to me instead of trying to steal kisses. He called me Gorgeous as a nickname but didn’t make constant referrals to the sky blue of my eyes and the silkiness of my long blonde hair like the other boys did. He asked my opinion on things and listened to my answers. He supported my dream to be a doctor and was forever sending me email with all the latest medical news. I could never love any man as much as I loved him. I could never desire any man to touch me the way I desired him.

I ran a hairbrush through my hair and got up and climbed under the covers on my pink canopy bed. I sighed as I settled into the mattress and tried to sleep. Thoughts of the next day kept invading my mind as I went about the carefully laid plans my mother and I had made. My fingers dipped into the waistline of my pajamas and then into my panties as if they had a mind of their own.

I felt the light covering of pubic hair that I had found quite distasteful when it had first begun covering the lips of my lower regions. I played with the slightly wiry hairs vaguely wondering when the hair had stopped seeming gross to me and then slid my finger along the part of my labia. I gasped as I felt an immediate tingle from the contact and continued rubbing a while longer before I dipped my finger and touched my somewhat dry clit. I knew it would feel better if it was wet so I licked my first two fingers and then reached back into my pants carefully so as not to rub the wetness from my fingers. I used my other hand to separate my lips and then immediately began to rub my clit with my moistened fingers. I thought of Greg’s long fingers and how they would feel on me tomorrow and I felt my pussy begin to respond to the stroking with yearning muscle contractions deep inside. My body was aching for something. I felt like there was a place deep inside that wanted to be touched. There was almost an empty feeling between my thighs as I continued rubbing my clit very gently.

“Oh Greg,” I gasped quietly in the darkened room. “I need you…I need you…”

Then I came quickly feeling the intense pleasure shoot outward from the place my fingers were so masterfully stroking. I fell into a deep sleep and dreamt of my love.

I was drawn back to the present as my father embraced me tightly.

“Have fun tonight, sweetie and always remember you can call me at anytime under any circumstance.” I knew he meant it and I stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek to let him know I appreciated the offer.