Chapter 13

“So have you picked a prom dress out yet?” Clarissa asked her friend.

She and Debbie were sitting together at a table at the Stake. Both girls were eating a Cobb salad, not one of the joints most well received meals, but a girl can’t just keep putting down greasy burgers and expect to keep her figure.

“Why would I need a prom dress?” the redhead said. “Isn’t Chad taking you?”

Clarissa gave the girl a look and then dug into her purse for her phone. Flipping through the speed dial list she clicked the icon for their boyfriend.

“Chad? Have you asked Debbie to go to the prom with us yet? ... Well what are you waiting for? The girl needs time to find a dress. Clear it with her mother. Lot’s of stuff ... No you can’t ask her by phone. That would be rude. You’re such a male. I guess I’ll have to ask her myself. Goodbye.”

Clarissa tossed her phone back in her purse and then looked up at the giggling Debbie.

“Deborah Watson would you please do our boyfriend Chad and me the honor of attending prom with us?”

Debbie looked confused, then thoughtful, then answered, “Yes! Of course. Yes! Yes! Yes!” Then she thought about it. “I ... I don’t know that we can afford a dress. It’s so expensive.”

“Talk it over with your mom. If its too big a problem we’ll figure something out.”

“Okay.”

Several hours later Clarissa dropped Debbie off at her house. Vera Watson was use to seeing Clarissa’s Mustang dropping off her daughter. Almost as use as seeing that boy Chad’s blue Civic doing the same. Debbie has looked so happy lately, Vera thought. She had been so sad after Ben’s accident. Almost as sad as she herself. Of course they were much closer than was proper, the woman thought. Ben’s activities with the girl were not unknown to her, though she would never reveal that to her daughter. What would be the point? Ben was gone and they were alone now.

“Mom. Are you here?”

“In the kitchen, darling.”

“Mom. I’ve been asked to the prom.”

“How wonderful. Is it that Chad boy?”

Debbie thought about how to answer that. She had not shared the whole triad thing with her mother. Simple was better. “Yes. We’re going to the prom together. If I can get a dress.”

“Oh we’ll find a way.” Vera thought about the dress problem. “I know,” she said. “Over on the Peninsula there is a store that resells used prom and other formal dresses. I bet we can find something there for what we can afford.”

“Well, I’ve talked to Debbie’s mother several times now. I suppose I can give it a try.” A very naked Pam picked up her cell phone and selected Vera Watson’s number from her contact list. She hit the icon and dropped the phone on the bed in speakerphone mode.

“Vera? Pam Marshall ... I’ve been talking to the girls and they’d really like to stay out all night on prom night ... Yes I know, but they’re both seniors. In a couple of months they’ll be adults. Not to intrude but we have to let them become their own women at some point ... Oh I agree being safe is very important. They assure me they’ll be together all night ... Yes I expect that will change things...” Pam grunted as the hard dick bottomed out in her. “No, I’m fine ... Oh I know the girls will be so pleased. Talk to you soon. Goodbye.”

Pam touched the end icon and leaned forward on her elbows. “How was that, lover?”

“Perfect, Pam,” the teen said. Chad showed his appreciation by slamming his dick harder into her velvet cunt. “The girls will be so surprised when I tell them.”

As he reached down to twiddle her clit Pam moaned out, “Now show meeeee ... your apreeeeciation.”

As it turned out Debbie found a striking prom dress at the second hand shop. This provided a dilemma for Clarissa. She had already picked out a really awesome dress, but now she needed something to match her friend.

“I’m sorry Mom.”

“I completely understand,” the elder Marshall said. “I’m really impressed that you would go out of your way to make sure that Debbie shines as much as you will. It was clever of you to ask for a swatch.”

“I knew I’d need it if I was going to be able to match or complement her color.” Clarissa looked worried. “What about my other dress?”

“No problem. They shouldn’t even charge a restocking fee because it’s before prom. If we can get the new dress from them it shouldn’t cost us a cent.” And if it does I’ll pay it and never mention it, Pam thought. She was so proud of Clarissa for wanting to make sure her friend had a great prom.

The night of prom Chad pulled up to the Watson residence in a stretched Hummer limo. His tie and cummerbund matched the pale blue shade of Debbie’s prom dress, but had ocean blue highlights.

“My aren’t you handsome,” Vera Watson said when she answered the door to the young man.

When he saw Debbie his voice completely deserted him.

“Maybe you should close your mouth before a fly gets in,” the girl teased.

“Before you go...” Vera said holding up her phone. She snapped a dozen pictures of the couple in front of the old oak standing in the house’s front yard.

Afterward Debbie was shocked when her mother said, “Now I expect you to have her home before noon. No drinking.”

“Yes ma’am,” the young man said.

The driver opened the door for her and Chad slipped in behind. As the door closed Debbie leaned in and gave him a smoldering kiss, still within sight of her mother who was watching their departure.

When it was over Debbie said, “How did you ever get my mother to agree to my staying out all night? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Chad laughed. “It was a surprise. And I had help. From Pam.”

“Pam? You mean Clarissa’s mother? You mean that old nympho actually helped you?”

“Now let’s not be mean. You’ve benefited a lot from what she’s taught me.”

“I guess,” Debbie admitted. “I certainly owe her for this.”

When the vehicle arrived at Clarissa’s house Debbie joined Chad at the entrance. Clarissa’s parents, unlike her mother, knew all about their triad.

“Come on in,” John Marshall said to the teens.

Chad was a little nervous, but the man looked him straight in the eye, stuck out his hand and said, “So glad to see you both.”

Debbie leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She had never met Clarissa’s father before. The first thought through her mind was how hot he looked. She had always been attracted to older men, since her uncle. John felt the spark too.

When Pam appeared she exchanged cheek kisses with Debbie. Then ignoring her husband and his date she kissed Chad full on the lips, but at least had the decency to keep her tongue in her mouth.

Chad looked at Clarissa’s father nervously but he was saying something to Debbie as if nothing had happened.

When Clarissa made her grand entrance in her ocean blue dress both Chad and Debbie watched in obvious high emotion. Clarissa moved straight into Chad’s arms and kissed him. She then moved to Debbie and repeated the act.

Pam and John stood there watching the teens and smiling at their daughter’s display of affection.

“Before you go we have to get pictures,” Pam said holding up a camera.

“Your parents are so cool,” Debbie said as the limo pulled away from the Marshall household.

“You have no idea,” Chad said.

Their arrival at the prom venue was less the scandal that might have been expected. It was not 1950 anymore and there were several trios and larger groups in attendance. Though it was unlikely that any of them had a relationship quite like the triad. Most consisted of couples with a hanger on. A friend who couldn’t get a date, siblings in a few cases and one group of three girls basically going stag.