[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
I do not practice nor do I condone any of the sexual acts about which I write, other than straight, heterosexual relationships. Other than the fact that most other forms of sexual behavior are illegal, I still don't judge others for their sexual preferences except where such behavior is hurtful/harmful to others, such as pedophilia.
None-the-less, many people have FANTASIES of such taboo laden behavior to achieve sexual gratification or whatever, but have no intentions whatsoever of carrying out such behavior in actual practice. That said, if I have struck a particular fantasy of yours, read and enjoy.
Hi, remember me? I'm Hey-Jude (shades of John, Paul, George, & Ringo) to my friends. I got the nickname because everyone just hollered, "Hey Jude, wait up" or whatever it was they wanted my attention for. But otherwise known to the rest of the world as Judy. You first met me as the baby sitter for Hank and Betty Smithson. [Judy: The Baby Sitter] I said then that I'd have more to say later about my experiences prom night of my senior year. Well, read on.
My senior year at the local high school, has been the highlight of my eighteen year old life to date. I've gained a tremendous amount of confidence and self-esteem over the last three years. Part of that is due to my physical maturation. I was, as I told you last time, a late bloomer both physically and emotionally.
But, beginning in the summer between my sophomore and junior year, my figure finally filled out in near flawless proportions. And, thank the Lord, my boobs grew from almost nothing to more than satisfying proportions, both to me and to the opposite sex. That growth brought some comments about where the new twins came from.
But such growth also brought a new interest in me from the male of the species. I suddenly had great looking legs, long and slender arms, and a cute face. I say "cute" because I'm not a cover girl, raving beauty. No, I think I look more like I picture Sandra Bullock looking when she was in high school. I even have the same dark, black hair--top and bottom!
My emotional maturation developed right along with the physical. I've lived with a highly developed sex drive beginning with puberty in the seventh grade. But I kept that drive under tight rein, at least in public. I ignored and was ignored by the boys until very recently. No chest and I was too shy.
During my freshman and sophomore years, my sex drive was satisfied with my ten inch dildo, Mr. Long John, kept very carefully hidden away from my parents! Technically, that means I was no longer a virgin, though no real cock had yet penetrated my depths. But God, how I longed for that to happen, a taste of the real thing. I think that may finally be close at hand.
Well, the summer my boobs finally matured, saw the boy across the street (David) finally notice; I had become one of 'them, ' a girl and I was no longer his tomboy pal of long standing. He'd lived over there since the first grade, but he took no real notice of me as a female until my boobs finally appeared.
Growing up through grade school I was just, "one of the boys" on the bloc and played baseball, football, cowboys and Indians, climbed trees, and so on and on, with the guys. I could hold my own with the best of them and was treated as an equal to the rest of the guys in our neighborhood gang.
But now that I began looking like a girl, David looked at me in a far different light. He started asking me out. We had a few tentative dates our junior year, but did little more than kiss, still both on the shy side and still feeling out our new status.
The next summer, however, we got more serious, traded class rings, and with hormones flowing full steam, got into hotter petting sessions, but still fully clothed. Then, all through our senior year and with prom looming close, David really put on pressure for more sex--real, naked sex. Naked fucking sex. Last Saturday night, we almost did it.
We went to a movie that contained lots of sex scenes, which got us both horny, and then to a local high school hang out for some food. We got back into David's Mustang coupe and headed for the local lover's lane.
May had been quite warm all month long, so I wasn't wearing a lot of clothing: short shorts, tank top, and sandals. I also wore a miniscule pair of panties and a very skimpy bra, considering the size of my boobs. David also wore a tank top and below-the-knee length shorts.
As best I could in the bucket seats, I was cuddled up against David with his right arm around me his fingers lightly playing over my right boob, making it tingle. He removed his arm to shift into first gear as he shut the car off. The night was a little humid, enough to cause a light sweat on my forehead and elsewhere. The building sexual tension added to the sweat. David turned back to me and hugged me close with both arms as we began a passionate French kiss.
David's left hand went under my top, sliding onto the bare tops of my tits above the bra. He moaned, I whimpered. He must've taken that as further encouragement, because his hand suddenly dropped to my pussy.
He rubbed my mound through my shorts. I whimpered again as his hand moved inside my waist band and over top the small panties. I suddenly felt the wetness bubble from my pussy and into my underwear. Then I felt fingers suddenly slide under the waistband and slide into my slit. David really groaned then.
I desperately wanted him to fuck me, but I cried out, "No, David, that's enough, please!"
He dug his fingers harder into my pussy and I said, "David, NO!"
And then I pulled away from him. We'd never, to that time, gone quite so far on any of our dates. All our petting had been through the clothes, not under them. As bad as I wanted him, I couldn't quite bring myself to the final ace of fucking--not yet.
A really loud and long groan issued from David as he said, "But you can't leave me like this! Please, I'm in pain with a really bad case of blue balls!"
So, in a first time for our relationship, I took pity on him, unzipped his shorts, and pulled out his cock. As a first time cock sucker, I rather timidly and ineptly gave him a blow job that only lasted a minute, tops.
He was so horny and psyched up, he just couldn't hold back any longer and blew a wad of cock cream into my mouth before I realized he was on the verge. I managed, by pure reflex, to swallow most of it, more or less accidentally. My emotional maturation was not quite complete yet, I guess.
Well, that was last weekend. Tomorrow night, Saturday, is our senior prom. I have a sneaky feeling that my hang up will end and I will be doing some real cock fucking that will cost me my virginity before that night is over.
Technically, I've already lost my virginity to my faithful dildo, but not to the real thing. David will be so excited that I can fake it with him and he won't know the difference, or really care. He just wants to get his cock in my pussy.
Saturday dawned bright, clear, and already warm. I had a long day of preparation ahead of me. There was the hairdresser, last minute dress adjustments, manicure, pedicure, his boutonniere to be picked up, a final tanning session, and so on and so on.
My dress was a bright red, strapless cocktail dress with a short skirt. Bright red high heels and a real diamond anklet which set off the bottom. A real diamond pendant and diamond ear rings set off the top, in addition to the hefty amount of cleavage I would show. All the diamonds were quite miniscule but full of sparkle.
David said he'd pick me up in a limo and then we we'd pick up the other four couples who were to share the ride with us. I was ready at the appointed time, barely.
The driver got out and opened the door for me. It was a little hard getting in, but David was seated in the rear seat that faced forward. The other four guys were also already in the limo, so we would next pick up their dates.
I would soon discover the advantage of this rear seat later when the other girls had to walk on their knees to get to the side and forward seats. In that process, various amounts of skin would be exposed, to the laughter and giggles of the rest of us. We would all struggle in and out of that limo several more times before the night ended.
I think that half the class must've had reservations at the upscale, fancy restaurant located in the heart of downtown. I know it cost the guys a bundle for our dinner, but it was just the greatest. We were in a dimly lit alcove with our limo mates at a huge round table.
I sat on David's left (he is right handed). Off and on through dinner, his left hand would rest on my bare thigh. He would lightly rub the inner portion before raising his hand back to the table. I was getting the shivers, and it wasn't from the air conditioning.
During a lull between food courses, I returned the favor. Only I went all the way to David's crotch and gave him a strong squeeze. I thought he was going to jump off his chair in surprise and he nearly spit out a mouthful of Pepsi. This drew some laughs from a couple of the guys who saw what caused David's actions.
.... There is more of this story ...