Becky opened the door to let her date, Daniel, into her house. The lights were off, which confused her, but when she turned them on, she saw the note from her mother.
"Looks like my parents won't be back until late," she said after reading the note.
"Really?" Daniel said blandly. "Awesome." He looked good in his rented tux, and she looked pretty good in her dress; she had bought it just for prom.
"Yeah, we have the run of the house."
"I'd still prefer to hang in your room. It's got the cool stuff." He shot out an arm to take hers, the perfect gentleman. They had come from prom; he was taking her home, and was going to come in to chat with her folks. But with the parents gone ... well, it meant they could have a little more fun.
Becky giggled and took it, just as they had done earlier in the evening. Prom had been wonderful: they had danced, ate, chatted ... everything was simply amazing.
Taking her hand, Daniel led her to her room--blasts of pink paint on the walls, matching the pink and purple furniture and pink bed set--and they entered, closing the door just in case. And no sooner had they entered than she grabbed him and put her lips on his.
He continued the kiss for a while, then broke it, his hands on her hips. "Come on, let's get you out of this dress."
"Mmm," she replied, even as his hands had gravitated to her crotch. They had groped each other a couple times before, but always with clothing on. "You want to see me naked, don't you?"
"It's prom night, of course I do," he replied. He thought she was damn sexy no matter what: 5'6, with chestnut brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She had a thin face and relatively thin figure, and her breasts were just a perfect handful, and he loved squeezing them. This would be the first time he'd seen them outside of their bra.
"You first," she teased, pulling away. She thought he was pretty hot, too: 5'9 with short-cropped blonde hair, and a smile that was out of this world. He clearly worked out, and she loved seeing him topless. This would be the first time she'd see him below the waist.
After a moment's hesitation to see if she was serious, he replied, "Sure," and began to take off his tux coat, tossing it unceremoniously on the floor nearby. The rest of his clothing followed, and very quickly--much faster than Becky would have imagined--he was standing in front of her without a thread on, his hard on poking straight out. She had held it before, but seeing it actually out made it seem bigger somehow, even though it was probably only average size. She giggled a little, because it looked like a little one-eyed monster pointed at her.
He laughed it off. "Come on, you know I love you, and think you're sexy no matter what you wear."
"Even if it's nothing?" she replied with a sly smile.
He spread his arms out. "Hey, fair's fair."
"I know," she replied, undoing her dress. It fell to the ground around her like a discarded robe, and she quickly took off her undergarments, intentionally giving him several great views in the process. They, too, fell in a little unceremonious pile nearby. His penis seemed to get even harder as she stood back up, fully naked.
She stepped forward and kissed him, his hardness pressing against her stomach, and then pulled him towards her bed. They both sat on the edge next to each other, like they had done before, and as their tongues played, one of her hands slid down to his crotch, and found itself wrapped around his member.
"Mmm," he mumbled into the kiss as she began to stroke it lightly. "I like that."
"I'm glad," she replied, continuing the slow handjob, and resumed the kiss.
One of his hands crept down to her crotch, navigating the tangle of arms; the other wrapped around her body, grabbing onto a breast from the other side. His other hand found a warmth between her legs, and slowly began to rub at her pelvis--her legs slowly gave way, opening up their musky flower to his prying fingers. She was turned on, too, and one finger found her clit with almost no work, and began to circle it slowly.
Becky moaned softly into the kiss, loving how one of his hands was playing with her nipple while the other rubbed her clit. It felt simply amazing.
As she continued to stroke him, feeling his precum starting to leak, he rubbed her clit a little more, then slid his hand down and pushed a finger into her pussy, thumb still rubbing her button.
It was like electric shocks through her body. He had done it once or twice before, but this time was even better--probably because she was already very wet, having wanted this all night. He pushed it deeper into her, and pulled it out, slowly fingering her cunt.
"Oh my god, that feels so good," she moaned softly as they broke their kiss. Her hand matched his rhythm, slowly speeding up.
Daniel gave a soft groan, and then spoke after a short silence. "You know what would feel even better?"
She was rocking her hips gently against his finger, electricity flowing through her body. "What?"
"If we ... you know ... if it was my cock, instead of a finger."
"I don't know," Becky replied. They were both still virgins, after all ... she wasn't sure she wanted to lose it.
"It's prom night," he protested. "That's what couples are supposed to do on prom night."
"Yeah, but I thought we decided to wait."
"We decided that before we knew we loved each other..."
Her hand was slowing, but his kept up the same pace. "I still don't know ... I..."
"C'mon, it'll feel good. Don't you love me?"
"I want this ... and you want this ... and we love each other ... it's what people in love do."
Becky thought about it for a few moments, completely unaware that his finger in her tight little love channel was changing her thoughts ... that the little egg that had begun to ovulate was pushing as hard as it could for her to complete her biological function.
"Okay," she replied, taking her hand off his cock and pulling away a little. "But you have to wear a condom!" she exclaimed after a few seconds.
"I ... I don't have a condom," he replied lamely.
"Oh," she replied, sounding disappointed.
"It's okay, though. I've heard that they make it bad ... and anyways, real people in love don't use them. We love each other, right?"
"C'mon, if you love me, then it's okay. If you want, I'll pull out."
She paused a moment, the walls of her cunt missing the finger that came out when she pulled away. "Really?"
"Of course, Becky, my love. I love you, after all." He crawled forward a bit, one of his hands finding her oh-so-perfect breast, rubbing her nipple in his hand.
"O ... okay ... as long as you promise to pull out." She had no idea her body--or his--was planning otherwise.
"I promise," he replied, giving her a kiss. She returned it, and maneuvered to be laying on her bed, her chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. He climbed on top of her, and leaned over to kiss and fondle her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her.
"Oh my god, you are so sexy," he said, turning attention to her spread legs, and the little tuft of hair between them. He positioned himself, and used one hand to hold his engorged member. "I'm going to put it in, now."