Chapter 47: Two Proms, Part I

April 1979

Spring break started on April 8th. It was a busy week. On Monday, I went to Melanie’s to see Michelle, who was visiting. She was dating someone, and they’d been going out for a few months. She seemed quite happy, and I was happy that she was happy. The other good news was that Melanie had been cleared to drive. Michelle and I shared a nice hug and a gentle kiss before I left.

On Tuesday, Joyce and I had our dinner date. We went to the apartment, and she cooked. We talked about our relationship and about our needs, our desires, our fears, and our goals. And we necked. I had a great time. We also made plans for her Prom. I still hadn’t figured out the answer to the question from our last conversation. I knew I had to do that before I could be the husband and father I hoped to be, to her or to anyone.

Jennifer and I got together at her house on Wednesday with Sarah. Her parents were out for the day and we spent a few hours fooling around. As much fun as it was, something was missing. I wasn’t sure what it was, either. When Sarah left, Jennifer and I talked about it.

“Something’s missing when Sarah’s here,” I said.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” Jennifer replied.

“Physically, yeah, but something is missing.”

“The only difference from last time is Melanie’s not here, but she didn’t participate.”

“Maybe it was new last time, and that masked whatever it is I’m feeling is missing. Can I ask that except for Melanie, we keep it just to you and me? You can include Melanie any time you want once Prom is over, but no more with Sarah or anyone else.”

“It seems like you’re trying to figure things out, and I think that’s a good thing.”

“Thanks for understanding!”

On Thursday, Larry and I spent the day together playing chess, pool, and video games on the Atari. Friday I went to Good Friday services, on Saturday, Jennifer came over and we spent the day just being together.

After church on Easter Sunday, we hosted the extended family gathering. Stephanie, Vickie, and I hung out together, as had become the norm. I asked Vickie about her neighbor and she gave me a huge smile.

“A couple days after I was here, I saw he was home alone. I went over and started talking to him. I flirted with him quite a bit, and a few days later, when he was home alone, he took me to bed. It was fantastic. I like it better with you, but I can’t complain and this guy I can have way more often! That’s especially true, given that you’re leaving.”

I just nodded. It looked like the situation had resolved itself nicely.

On the Monday following Easter, I received my invitation to Jennie’s wedding, which was going to be on May 26th. I put it on the calendar I kept in my parents’ office and mentioned it to Dad. I was concerned about mom’s reaction to me walking Jennie down the aisle so I told my dad that Mrs. McGrath had asked me to be in the wedding party. He said that was very nice of her and didn’t see a problem. I’d need to clear it with Mom.

I showed her the invitation and told her about being asked to be in the wedding. She was surprised at that and said she would talk to Mrs. McGrath on Sunday to ‘get to the bottom of this strange request’. I knew I needed to talk to Jennie before mom did because if mom found out the real request, she’d freak out and become hysterical about why I would be asked.

I went to my room and dialed Jennie’s number and talked to her. She said she’d handle it the way I suggested, realizing that the request would seem a bit odd.

A week after Easter was my birthday. My mom didn’t want me to have a party for my friends, but thankfully Dad overruled her. I invited Jennifer, Melanie, Joyce, Larry, Beth, Brent, Ralph, Bethany, Janet, and Sarah. I invited Ed Krajick, which Stephanie loved and Mom hated; I considered that a perfect result. We all had a good time, and I let Stephanie run things again. She enjoyed having Ed at her beck and call, and he followed her around like a lost puppy.

April 27, 1979

I dressed in my rented traditional black tuxedo and pinned on my boutonniere, and waited for Joyce to pick me up. When I had been to the store, I had seen all manner of brightly colored tuxedos, shirts, ties, and cummerbunds, but something just appealed to me about the traditional look. I had selected a traditional white shirt as well as a gray bowtie and cummerbund. My black fedora complimented the tuxedo.

I had discussed with Dad an extension of my curfew so that Joyce and I could go to an after-Prom party in Loveland. My curfew for nights when I didn’t have school the next day had been changed to midnight when I turned sixteen. He said I could stay out until 1:30am so that we could be at the party about two-and-half hours. Mom was apparently furious, but she said nothing.

Stephanie came into the living room, where I was waiting.

“Wow, Big Brother, you look really good in that tux!”

“Yeah, but you prefer me out of it!” I smirked.

I saw the twinkle in her eye and just smiled.

Joyce arrived to pick me up. I grabbed my bag that had jeans, a polo, and sneakers I was going to change into for the party and walked out to her car. She wore a royal blue, strapless, form-fitting gown. She held out her hand, and I put on the wrist corsage on her. We were meeting two friends of hers at a private club in Loveland for dinner. The Prom itself was being held in a banquet hall. We’d go from there to the party. The first stop, though, was her house because her mom wanted to take pictures. I hoped Connie would behave.

She didn’t. She stood behind her mom, licking her lips suggestively, winking, and otherwise trying to annoy Joyce. I ignored her, but I could tell Joyce was fuming. When the pictures were done, I pulled Joyce aside and pleaded with her just to ignore it. I was sure that Joyce getting upset would only encourage Connie further. I decided that if Connie said anything directly, I’d answer her, so long as there were no parents around.

When Joyce and I walked back outside, Connie followed us. I had my response ready.

“Just come back here after Prom,” Connie said sexily. “I’ll do ANYTHING you want and you can do ANYTHING you want with me!”

“Connie, you know what? I wouldn’t touch you. Ever. And do you know why? Because you disgust me. You seem to think being vulgar will attract me. It doesn’t. Not at all. It’s a total turn off. I like subtle seduction, not offers to fuck. So just stop. It will never happen. Never!”

She had a shocked look on her face.

“Just go back inside, Connie,” I said sternly, then added, “Good night.”

I saw a tear roll down her face as she ran back inside.

“Sorry,” I said, “but I had to put a stop to it. I believe I just did.”

“Thanks. I hope that does put an end to it.”

We went to dinner, and it was very much like when I had gone to the dance with Bethany — service that was close to oppressive with fantastic food. Joyce paid over my objections; she insisted on it because it was her Prom and she had invited me. After dinner, we drove to the banquet hall where the dance was being held.

The hall was full of flowers and streamers. We had our picture taken under a trellis and Joyce promised to send me a copy once she received them. We found seats with some friends of hers. The DJ hadn’t started, so we went and got some cake, cookies, and punch from the refreshment table. We chatted with her friends and their dates. One of the dates was a US Navy Petty Officer in full dress whites. He’d graduated two years earlier. They’d been a couple for close to five years and they were getting engaged tonight at the Prom.

Joyce had told me she didn’t intend to share me with anyone that evening, which was OK with me, because I didn’t know anyone there. We danced almost every song. The first slow song was When You’re In Love With A Beautiful Woman by Doctor Hook. I wasn’t sure what Joyce wanted, so I hesitated. She stepped in very close to me and put her arms around me, pulling me tight. I put my arms around her and pulled tight as well, and we swayed back and forth to the music.

“Got something in your pocket?” Joyce giggled.

“I suppose you can check if you like,” I said sexily.

“Maybe I will!” she said firmly.

That was a revelation. We hadn’t discussed altering our relationship when I was last alone with her, and of course we couldn’t really talk at my birthday party. I remembered to assume nothing and expect nothing. When they played the next slow song, a new one by Journey, Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ she did the same, but put her hands on my butt and pulled me close. I put mine on hers and she didn’t object. The last song they played was How Deep Is Your Love and Joyce held me as tightly as she could.

“I’m going to miss you when you’re away,” she whispered in my ear.

“I’ll miss you as well.”

“I want to make this Prom a night to remember, just in case.”

“In case what?”

“I think you know,” she said.

I knew. In case I couldn’t figure it out. In case I did figure it out, but chose Jennifer. In case I met someone else.

“Whatever you want,” I said softly, pressing our bodies tighter.

We finished the dance and when the music ended, we didn’t break our embrace. Joyce moved her head, and we kissed softly. She released me, took my hand, and led me out to the car. The after-Prom party would start immediately, but we wanted to change. We drove back to Joyce’s house and quickly changed. I noticed Connie sitting on the couch, looking upset. She didn’t even acknowledge us. I took that as a good sign and felt she’d get over it fairly quickly. At least I hoped that she would.

We drove to the party with me dressed in jeans and a polo and her in jeans and print blouse. We went inside and I took a Coke and Joyce a Sprite. We mingled a bit as guests continued to arrive. I had no idea what Joyce’s plan was, but we had just under three hours before we had to leave to take me home.

Joyce excused herself for a moment and went to the kitchen. She returned a moment later and took my hand. She led me upstairs past a sign that asked everyone to stay on the ground floor or in the basement. She turned right at the top of the stairs and then opened the first door to the right, which led into what appeared to me to be a guest bedroom. Joyce led me inside, then shut and locked the door. She made sure the blinds were closed, then turned on a lamp on the table next to the bed. She grabbed a blanket from the closet and put it along the door that she had just locked. Then she turned down the bed.

“Jill says we won’t be disturbed at all. Her parents won’t come up during the party, and even if they do, the door is closed and locked like it’s supposed to be. Jill unlocked it for me earlier.”

I just stood and waited to see what she had in mind.

“I know I told you that we were done having sex until you figured things out. I’ve thought a lot about it over the last month or so. I still have reservations, but I decided I wanted my Prom to be special.”

“Being with you is special for me.”

“And being with you is special for me, too. But, I want more than just dinner and dancing. Is that OK?”

“I said earlier we’d do whatever you want.”

“Good. I want it all. Everything,” she said shyly.

I wasn’t sure exactly what she was referring to, so I once again remained silent.

“Connie was wrong, at least for tonight. Tonight I’ll do anything you want and you can do anything you want for me. No restrictions.”

“Joyce, that’s not you,” I protested.

She spoke softly, “It isn’t, but it is. I need, at least once, to push the limits, to be uninhibited, to be wild. This is my best chance. If I’m going to do this, it has to be with someone I trust completely, someone who knows me and someone who will stop if I change my mind. And it has to be with someone who has done it all. When you come back from Sweden, who knows what will happen. Plus, I’ll be going to college. So tonight I want it all, everything. Anything.”

“You know me. You know how I handle things.”

“I do. Let me put it this way. If you’ve done it with Jennifer, do it with me. Tonight. Now. I know what that means. I said, no limits. Everything.”

I realized when she was serious when she produced a small bottle of baby oil from her pocket, as well as a baggie that appeared to contain some kind of moist towelettes. She set them both on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Will you just shut the hell up and fuck me every which way?” she said firmly as she began to remove her clothing.

I did the same, and we stood there naked, looking at each other. We each stepped forward, and we met in an embrace. We exchanged soft gentle kisses as our hands explored our backs and butts, with her breasts and my dick crushed between us. Our kisses became more urgent, and I pushed my hand between us to run my finger along her labia, already wet with excitement.

I thought about her request and decided if she wanted to be naughty, I’d be naughty. There were words I rarely used, and other words I basically never used. Joyce would hear them all.

“Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy?”

“Yes!” she hissed.

“To jam my rock-hard cock into your hot, wet cunt?”

“Oh God, yes, now!” she begged.

I pushed her back on the bed, grabbed her legs, spread them and stood before her with my dick at her entrance. I took a deep breath and simply jammed it into her, sinking completely into her wetness. Joyce moaned softly. I pulled back until I was mostly out and slammed my hips forward, eliciting another moan. I pounded her hard and fast.

“Pinch your nipple and rub your clit!” I commanded.

She moved one hand to her left breast and began tweaking her nipple while her other hand diddled her clit.