The Best Prom Ever

This is a long read but in order to fully enjoy the good parts, I suggest you tough it out and read the whole story. I promise you won’t regret it.

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I’m a Chinese kid in a relatively white-dominant town. Despite my best efforts, people at school didn’t want to be friends with me. They thought I was too “ethnic” and therefore, a freak. I didn’t think I am much of a freak but I guess high school in a white-centric football playing town was not going to do me any favors.

Prom was coming up and my high school experience was the worst it can be so I didn’t plan on attending. My father thought I should go to complete my rite of passage towards adult hood. I thought it was a lame excuse for people to dress up really fancy arbitrarily since all they want to do is get drunk and high to take it off at the end of the night anyway. Well, 4 years of high school and despite trying really hard, I am pretty much the only person in school with no friends and definitely no girlfriend. Thank god I have great grades so I can go to the Ivy League college of my choice next year and live the life in the city instead of these bigoted small towns.

One day, my dad’s friend, James came over for dinner. My dad’s an ER surgeon who saved James’ wife one time after an accident. James and his wife work in the fashion industry so they would always give my parents all the latest designer fashion as soon as it came out. James is an incredibly grateful person towards my dad. James is also the father of the most popular and hottest girl in school, Jessica. Jessica is your typical blonde haired, blue eyes busty cheerleader.

During dinner, my dad brought up the fact that I wasn’t going to prom. He blurted out that he suspected that it was because I had no date. Way to go, dad! Thanks for embarrassing me. Why do middle aged Chinese people have to be so damn blunt about everything? Well, James being the considerate man he is offered his daughter Jessica to be my date for the prom. I was hesitant to go. This is a recipe for disaster but James insisted and even advises me to take the plunge so that I can be a man.

The day of prom came and wearing a tux I bought, my only pride since every other kid rented (yay for having doctors as parents), I arrived at Jessica’s house to pick her up. She did not look pleased. She probably had more than her fair share of choices as dates but had to turn all of them down for her father’s debt to mine.

“Now, Jessica’s mom and I are taking Jane to go visit her grandma,” said James. Jane is the youngest daughter, just finishing 10th grade. “We’ll be gone for a week but Julia is around if you need anything.” Julia is the oldest sister, on summer break, which started in late April for her and she is about to finish her final year of college.

Jessica comes down, wearing a form-fitting red spaghetti strap dress that nicely accentuates her hips and 34C bust. Everyone at school knows her bra size. Having fashion industry parents must add certain panache to your garments. Yet Julia seems to be wearing hand me downs like oversized t-shirts from what I could glance of her in the kitchen before we left.

At least I had my own car so I didn’t look completely pathetic. But throughout the entire time, despite trying to make conversation, I get nothing. She had no interest in interacting with me whatsoever. She is probably waiting till we get there so that she can stick her tongue down the nearest blonde haired blue eyes.

I was miserable the entire night. For me, it was nothing more than an overpriced sub par dinner. I tried to ask a few girls to a friendly dance but they all either said they had boyfriends, which I know was not the case with some of them, or that their feet hurt, only for them to go wild when blondie blue eyes ask them to dance. Nothing could’ve made this night any worse. I should’ve stayed home like all the other loser guys who knew this type of environment was a danger zone for the bottom of the social ladder.

Then came the after party where most of the cool kids, including Jessica, attended. It was held at a frat house at the local college. I was denied entry – heck, I didn’t want to be there at all but there was no way I was going to leave my one and only date, that was set up by my father of all people, to get drunk, high and maybe even raped by a bunch of college meatheads whose chemical composition in their brains is 90% dirt. I sat outside in the heat with my tux on, the stuffy weather accentuating the smell of fratboy urine on the lawn and thrown up alcohol from drunks. I stand corrected – it could always get worse.

Jessica finally stumbles out drunk and her clothes were a mess. Her dress was practically about to fall off. I’ve just about had enough so I nabbed her into my car so I can take her home and let this nightmare of an ordeal be over for good. She struggles with me for a bit and in the process, her left dress strap completely falls off and because the zipper on her back was not up all the way, her left breast was fully exposed. I try to get her covered up and thank god no one was around other it would look really bad. She fights me so I had to force her down by grabbing her breast and stuffing it back into her dress, zip her up and get her all nice and tight in her seat belt. I got in the driver’s seat and drove off.

The air conditioner in my car is broken so I had to rely on the breeze from open windows but the air was so stuff that it was still really uncomfortable, especially in this tux. Suddenly, Jessica starts stripping the top of her dress off, moaning that it was really hot. Her breasts were completely exposed and she starts to fondle them. This coupled with the heat is driving me crazy.

I notice her legs spread wide apart and she is fingering herself. What happened to her panties? Did she not wear them at all the whole night or did she lose them at the party? Either way, this is really bad. I got really nervous – imagine a cop just stops me and sees this? Despite that though, I can’t deny that I’ve wanted to see this throughout all of high school. Here she is, Jessica, the hottest girl and most sought after in the entire school and she’s sitting in my car, rubbing herself off. I can smell the musk from her lower region. It had a strong hint of alcohol to it. She starts moaning “sooo hot…oooooooooh” and I begin to think to myself – she can really hurt herself down there with those long sharp nails and not being 100% coordinated at the moment. I should give her a hand.

NO, I CAN’T! That would be wrong. I endured hell at the end of a horrible night just so I can proudly say that I kept my date safe from molestation and no way was I going to tarnish all of that myself through an act of stupidity. Now that I think about it, why did people like this girl? At this moment, I’m looking beyond the physical attraction. Here is a girl, drunk and high off her mind, smelling like the worst underground parking lot where homeless people urinate on a regular basis and yet most of the time, people want her! I must be too much of a logical being to understand the concept of love.

I drive up to her drive way and stop the car. I unbuckle her seatbelt and tried to get her dress back up. Her hand wails all over the place and she suddenly grabs a hold of my groin. She rubs it around, which gets it going for a bit. After a bit of struggle, I manage to get her to be somewhat presentable but she is still clutching the pants over the area of my nether regions.