Where it happened: school
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
When I was in highschool, I had a crush on Cindy, a girl in my class. She was to me the perfect girl. She was beautiful, tall, auburn haired, slim, sexy and very smart. She didn’t act as if she knew I was alive. One night we were decorating the gym for the prom. There were several of the kids in my class working, but as the evening wore on, they drifted off one by one. Eventually only Cindy and I were left. The next night was the date for the prom, and the gym was only about three fourths of the way done.
I knew I wasn’t going to the dance; no one would want to go with me, and my parents wouldn’t have wanted to waste the time sobering up and driving mwe to the school (we lived way outside of town.)
We worked on in relative silence until Cindy asked me if I were coming to the prom. I nearly fell off the ladder when she spoke – it had been so quiet I almost forgot I wasn’t alone. She thought that me being startled was funny, but she persisted in asking if I was going to go. I told her no. She wanted to know why, and I told her. It was no big secret that my folks were the town boozers.
She said she was sorry. She told me that I had put the most effort into making everything perfect and I wasn’t even going to be there, and that made her sad. I asked her who she was going with, and she told me that she was going with “that asshole Todd.” Todd was her boyfriend, and I was shocked she felt that way about him. I asked why and she told me he was mean to her.
We talked about our problems until we completed decorating. She asked me how I was going to get home. I told her that Mr. L (our guidance counselor, who was decorating with us)had said he would give me a lift. She looked at me and said quietly, “he went home an hour ago.” I was not surprised. I wasn’t looking forward to walking 5 miles home in the dark, but Cindy said that she would take me. I got my stuff and she stood in the middle of the gym with the spotlights on admiring our work. She asked me if I wanted to dance, since I wouldn’t be there tomorrow. I didn’t know how to dance, but she said it was okay. She hugged me and I could smell her perfume and feel her soft breasts against my chest. She held me against her for a while, her eyes closed, humming and we both swayed back and forth to the song. She opened her eyes and looked into mine for what seemed like forever before she gave me a kiss. A real lips open, tongue probing kiss. She said she really liked me, and if things were different she’d be with me tomorrow. I didn’t know what to say or do. She then let go of me and stepped back and began unbuttoning the front of her shirt. She peeled it off and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and took them down, kicking her sandals off before stepping out of them.
I had never even seen a girl in a bikini before, much less in her underwear. She took her bra off, then her panties and stood naked in front of me. I was shell-shocked. I stood there like the kid from the Christmas Story, “wake up, stupid!” She knew I was shy and way out of my element. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her bare breasts. Her skin was as soft as velvet. Her nipples hardened under my palms. I began to be less anxious and more horny. She helped me strip, and the two of us stood naked in the middle of the crepe hung gym, with the colored lights on. We kissed and groped each other for a while. It was very tender and sweet. She then gracefully knelt, pulling me with her. We embraced and kissedagain. Finally she dropped to all fours and turned her pretty bottom to me. I nervously slid my penis into her opening. I didn’t last very long, but it felt so wonderful. Afterwards before we dressed we danced again, still naked.
Eventually it was near one thirty when we dressed and she dropped me off at home.
I never did get to the prom, and after highschool she married Todd. After college I married my wife and I seldom gave Cindy a thought. Early last fall I discovered that my by now ex-wife had cheated on me with nearly every guy I knew. The divorce was bitter and acrimonious. Thank heavens we had no children. I was living alone in a small apartment near where I grew up. One afternoon I was off from work and decided to walk through the park. I was lost in thought when I heard a voice call my name. I turned and saw Cindy walking towards me. We hugged like we never wanted to let go. She told me how Todd had left her a few years back, and I told her about my misadventures in matrimony. We had dinner together that night, and ended up back at my apartment later that evening. I was so happy just to see her and talk to her again. I was also secretly overjoyed that she truly didn’t look a bit older than she had 24 years ago. After reminiscing and catching up on each other’s lives, we noticed that it was quite late. She asked if I would mind if she spent the night with me. I asked if she wanted to sleep with me, and she said she would love to. We didn’t sleep much that night. Within a week, we decided to move in together, and we got married on New Year’s Eve. I might have missed the prom, but she really did save then last dance for me.
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