Chapter 13: Prom

“Dad, did you ever go to a prom?”

I was taken back, “Sure. I think I went to five or six of them in high school. They were fun. Why?”

“Well, the Junior-Senior Prom is coming up in May, and underclassmen are allowed to attend if an upper-classman invites them. I think it’s a big deal. Our three other teen friends are coming over any minute to talk about it with the three of us.” Penny stated her case as Misty hung out beside her. I saw Doug at the doorway listening to our talk.

I chuckled, “When I was a senior, we’d rent a hotel room, maybe with another couple. We’d go there afterwards, drink, and have sex until we dropped. A lot of the kids lost their virginity on those nights.”

Penny asked, “Did mom go with you?”

I smirked, “Yes.” I didn’t elaborate. The unasked question got abandoned when the doorbell rang.

I was surprised when Bill, Crystal, and Megan came in the door. I shook hands with Bill, and got romantic kisses from Crystal and Megan. I’d had the opportunity to be with one or the other of the girls, or both, several times since New Year’s Eve. All the teens now routinely attended each of the parties.

Penny said, “We’ll be in the living room.”

I was working on a fancy dinner. Joan had done the meal the night before and today was my turn. I listened with half-an-ear to their conversation. Doug, Crystal, and Bill were on the Prom Committee, mostly preparing to do the decorations. The others pledged their help.

Crystal summarized the dating situation. “Here’s the thing guys, the only people I want to socialize with at the prom are sitting her right now. Oh, I’m friendly with everybody and won’t mind table hopping, but when it comes to being romantic and with close friends, you guys are it. We all swing, so we know the score more than just about anybody else in the school.”

Penny and Misty both said they’d never been to a prom so didn’t even have a feeling for what it was like. Megan was in the same boat. Doug and Bill admitted that there were no other females outside those in the room that they wanted to ask out.

Crystal said, “So, we have two guys and four girls? What do we do? Import a couple of guys?”

Penny said, “Is there a rule that guy can only bring one girl?”

The upper-classmen were all shaking their heads.

Penny said, “So, why don’t you Doug, and you Bill, each bring two of us?”

After a long silence, it was decided by unanimous vote that that was exactly what would happen. To enhance the prom experience, it was decided that Doug would officially take Crystal and Megan, and that Bill would take Misty and Penny. Doug said, “That’ll create some diversity since I live with the latter two.”

Doug summed it up, “This way, the parents can all get pictures of one of us guys in a tuxedo, carrying a corsage, and looking all starry eyed at their daughter. We’ll each get limousines and do the whole scene.” Bill nodded in agreement, as did the girls.

The girls had a discussion about prom dresses, shoes, and make-up. The guys had a brief discussion about whether to go back to someone’s home or a hotel afterwards. I signaled Doug and he came into the kitchen, followed by Bill.

I told him, “If you six want to hang out and have the after-party here, you’re welcome to. Joan and I can make ourselves scarce, if you want, or take on about any role you want. We have the pool, the Jacuzzi, lots of beds, can provide some alcohol in moderation, and don’t mind the teen sex, as you all well know. We can even set up a ‘fuck room’ for you if you don’t want to use the patio, that is if you want to enjoy group sex with each other. You can all stay overnight, and we’ll even cook breakfast for all of you the next morning.”

There was some instantaneous nonverbal communication between the two guys, and then Doug said, “Deal. We’ll come here.”

The guys went back in and told the girls about the impending after-party. To my surprise, they all applauded and made approving remarks.

The next item on the agenda turned out to be prom dresses. First, the four girls gathered to ‘coordinate’ their dresses. This was important because they’d all be together as a group during the evening. Penny explained to me, “You wouldn’t want pink and fuchsia seen next to each other. We’d clash, and want to prevent that. You wouldn’t want one of in a floor-length ball gown, another in a mid-calf dress, and another in a slinky mid-thigh cocktail dress. It wouldn’t look good, at all.”

I’m only a guy. I didn’t see a problem.

Joan also got involved and agreed to help Penny, Misty, and the other girls get the right dresses. This endeavor took on the importance of a nuclear treaty. Several trips to stores that sold prom dresses were made on the next few weekends. The two other moms came along, too. MANY texts with photos were exchanged as the four of them honed in on the perfect dresses, matching shoes, coordinated clutch purses, and even shawls. My credit card took several large hits.

The dresses and accountrements were hidden from me until the night of the prom. Joan secretly told me they were beautiful and even sexy while keeping within the school guidelines. It had never occurred to me that the school would get involved in picking prom dresses or guiding their styles.

In return, I drove Doug down to the tuxedo rental store and got him a nice tux for the evening. Basic black. The event was before Memorial Day and that’s what all the guys were renting. He did get a sporty plaid tie and cummerbund to go with it.

Three weeks before the dance, I got a pleasant call from Miss Prentiss, the teacher at the school overseeing the conduct of the evening. “Mr. Reed, I am calling because, in part, Penny is one of the most mature and enthusiastic students we have, especially regarding the Prom. I need you and I guess your girlfriend Joan to help chaperone the dance. It’s not an onerous job. You show-up, enjoy the evening, and keep the students sober, more or less, and from fucking on the dance floor.” I thought she was kidding, but then I realized she was probably serious.

I laughed, “I’ll do it. It sounds like fun, especially the last part.”

We traded emails and she promised to send me instructions regarding recommended dress for the chaperones and a list of the issues the school hoped we would ‘monitor’ on the job. She said she would be there, as well; and deal with the really heavy-duty stuff – whatever that meant; probably the fucking on the dance floor.

The day of the prom started with beauty and spa treatments for Penny and Misty – my treat. I drove my two ‘daughters’ to a nearby day spa and checked them in with credit card in hand.

Several hours later, I picked them up. Their bodies had been worked over from head to foot: pedicure, manicure, massage, Brazilian wax jobs I wasn’t allowed to see until later, plucked eyebrows, facials, and various hair treatments that I could see that looked very nice. Each girl had meticulously applied makeup that made her look older and hotter than I’d ever seen.

Doug shaved, got a haircut, and took a shower. Guys are simpler.

Everybody got in his or her ‘uniforms’ about six o’clock. Doug looked handsome, and like a young James Bond. The description tall, dark, and handsome fit to a ‘T’. I took about four-dozen pictures of Doug and Joan together in various poses. Joan fell in love with him all over again. His manly state turned her on.

Joan was wearing a sexy dark green cocktail dress with a slit up to mid-thigh and some cleavage in the scoop neck. I liked the look.

Penny and Misty appeared from upstairs about six-thirty. They were princesses right out of a storybook fairy tale. Their dresses were spaghetti strap, knee-length, gowns: Penny in pink and Misty in powder blue. They were wearing stockings and went out of their way to show me the tops, and also to display to me that they were going commando to their prom. Of course, the shoes matched the dresses and both screamed ‘Come fuck me!’

A limousine arrived to pick-up Doug. He left to head out to retrieve Crystal and Megan from their homes. No one had raised a finger that he and Bill were each bringing TWO girls each to the prom.

Ten minutes later, another limousine pulled up at the house. Bill got out and came to the door with two corsages in little glass-like cases. The colors of the orchids in the arrangement coordinated perfectly with the dresses. No detail had been left unattended to.

I took about a thousand pictures of Bill, Penny, and Misty in various combinations and poses. Finally, they headed off to the prom in the long white limousine.

I escorted Joan out to my car, and we drove to the high school to start our role as chaperones.

Miss Prentiss turned out to be a dish I could have eaten hot or cold. She was a cute, short-haired blonde, wearing a little blue sequined cocktail dress that left no doubt that the assets it enclosed were all her and nothing else. I wondered whether she’d like to be invited to the next swinger party. I had instant lust for this woman.

Joan and I checked in with her and she was all smiles, and even some nice hugs for us. Joan helped my little fantasy out by explaining that she was neither wife nor girlfriend to me – not quite true, but it worked. “My son and I simply rent a couple of rooms in Matt’s house.” Miss Prentiss looked more interested in me after that. She told me to call her Carol. I’d help Joan later in some way. She was a good wingman.

We sat at a table with Carol – next to me, of course, another couple– also chaperones, and two other teachers. The meal was Chicken Marsala and was served by a highly efficient catering crew. The Principal of the school stood and made some witty remarks about the graduating seniors, and rising juniors. Everyone politely cheered or applauded and the festivities got into full swing.