Chapter 3: Higher Education

After I had finished my story we both sat without speaking for a while. Then Millie broke the silence. "Well, the prom is next week. Are you ready?"

I said, "Yes I think so."

Millie then asked. "Is your boyfriend Bill going to get lucky?"

I started to get mad at that question then thought better of it. After the things we had just told each other I guessed that question wasn't really out of line. After all, even though Millie was thirty years old she was now my closest friend. I didn't have anyone else I could share my innermost secrets with. I said, "Yes. Bill is going to get very lucky."

Before I left to go home Millie asked me if I would stop by Friday after school. She said she had something she wanted to give me. I said that I would, then I went home.

By Friday I was so excited about the prom that I almost forgot that I had agreed to stop by Millie's after school. When I remembered I was mad at myself for accepting her invitation. I wanted to be with my friends that night. But I knew Millie would be waiting for me so kept the appointment.

When I got to Millie's she gave me one of her smiles, which made me glad that I came, and lead me into the living room. We just chatted about school and what other girls would be wearing to the prom for a while, then Millie got up and went into her bedroom for a minute. When she came out she was carrying a small box which she handed to me. As I took the box Millie said, "Go into the dressing room and try these on then come out and let me see how they look."

I went into the small room that Millie uses as a dressing room and opened the box. In the box were a pair of black stockings, a pair of black lace panties with garters and a black lace bra. I was stunned to think that Millie would give me such a gift. I was a little uncomfortable about this for a minute then the though of how sexy I would look wearing these things took over. I quickly stripped out of my school clothes and underwear and put on the lingerie Millie gave me. When I was done I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe how excited I got seeing myself dressed this way. I suddenly had an uncomfortable feeling again. This time it was caused by the idea of going out and letting Millie see me dressed this way. I thought it over for a few minutes. After all Millie had seen me in my underwear several times while we were making my dress and it was Millie who bought this lingerie for me so she already had an idea of what it would look like on me. So I turned and walked out into the living room and stood in front of Millie.

Millie looked me over for a minute, smiled and then said, "Perfect. When ole Billy-boy sees you in these his little pistol is likely to go off in his pants." Millie laughed then said, "You are one sexy lady."

It was odd but I found myself getting sexually excited standing in front of Millie in that hot lingerie while she told me about the effect I was going to have on my boy friend.

When I hand changed back into my school clothes I put the lingerie back into the box and went back to thank Millie. When I told Millie how much I appreciated everything she had done for me she said, "If you are so thankful maybe you can do something for me."

I said, "Sure, what can I do?"

Millie replied "I would love it if you would come over here Sunday evening and tell me about your evening. In detail, like the night you told me about your first sexual experience. Would you do that for me?"

I heard myself saying yes before I even thought about the question. The idea of having someone that I could tell about my experiences really appealed to me. I said, "I look forward to telling you, in detail, about my prom night. I will see you Sunday. Millie gave me a kiss on the cheek and I left.

All day Saturday I was excited. I just kept thinking about the wonderful night I had ahead of me. I went to my closet several times during the day to look at my beautiful dress. The funny thing is that I began looking forward more to taking my prom dress off than I was to putting it on.

Finally at 6 o'clock I began to get ready for the big night. I hung my dress on my closet and put my new shoes on the floor under the dress. I put the box with my lingerie on my bed. Then I took my robe and headed to the bathroom to take my shower.

As I let the water run to warm up I shaved my legs. While I was doing this I heard someone in the upstairs hall. When I peeked out of the bathroom door I saw my mother going into my bedroom. She left the door open so I could see her as she stood looking at my dress. She had a funny look on her face. I guessed she was thinking "Oh God, my little girl has grown up." Next she did something that sent a panic through me. She went over to my bed and opened the lingerie box. I closed the bathroom door and got into the shower as quickly as I could. I knew my mother was going to come charging into the bathroom any second and demand an explanation for the lingerie. I had know idea what I could tell her. I was afraid that she would not let me go to the prom or would make me come home early. I kept trying to think of something I could tell her about the lingerie that would make sense and wouldn't sound like a lie.

I was in the shower at least fifteen minutes and my mother never came in the bathroom. When I got out of the shower I stood close to the door and listened to see if she was still upstairs or had she gone down to show my father the sexy underwear I was planning to ware that night. Things seemed to be getting worse. When I came out of the bedroom my mother was nowhere to be found. I couldn't hear any conversation downstairs. I began to think that maybe she didn't look inside the box after all. But to my disappointment, when I walked in the bedroom the box was no longer on the bed. She must have taken it downstairs with her. Now I began to feel sick.

I decided to just act as if nothing happened and get dressed using my regular underwear and stockings and hope that there wouldn't be a seen when I went downstairs. I went over to my dresser to get a bra and panties out and noticed that the lingerie box was in the waste basket next to the dresser and to my surprise the lingerie Millie had given me was sitting on top of my dresser and with them was a small bottle of perfume and a note. The note said, "Sweetheart, I bought you this perfume as the finishing touch for your preparations for tonight. The girl at the store told me that this is the most popular perfume on the market. I suggest that you use only a very small dab behind you ears, on your wrists and behind your knees. More than that and your boyfriend won't be able to breath when he dances with you. I hope you have a wonderful evening. Love, Mom."

I couldn't believe it. She didn't mention the lingerie, and I know she saw it, and she bought me my favorite perfume. I was feeling great again. After that I dressed slowly. I wanted to enjoy the whole experience. I put my panties on first. When I had them on I made sure the garters were positioned properly then I put my stockings on. When I had my stockings on and had made sure that the seams were straight I put my bra on. I adjusted my bra and the way my breasts were resting in the bra with the same attention to detail that I gave to putting on the stockings. Next I did my hair. When I was satisfied with the way my hair looked I put on my petticoats (remember this is taking place in 1966). Finally I put on my dress. I spent several minutes in front of the mirror adjusting and readjusting things until I was satisfied with the total look. As I was taking one last look at myself in the mirror I heard Bill's car turn into the driveway. I stood just out of sight at the top of the stairs and watched as my parents greeted Bill at the door. Bill looked so handsome in his tux. I just knew this night was going to be perfect. I waited ten minutes before I came down the stairs. The looks on all of their faces were priceless. My mother just smiled proudly, my father just stood with his mouth open and Bill had difficulty speaking at first. He finally blurted out "You look fantastic." Then he handed me a corsage and asked me if I was ready to go. On the way out the door I kissed my father and gave my mother a hug and said, "Thank you, I love you".

My mother said, "I love you too. Have fun."

I am not going to tell you about the prom at this time as you will get the whole story as I told it to Millie in a few minutes. I will say that I didn't get home till 10 o'clock Sunday morning. As I came in the house my mother looked me over and with just the trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth said, "You look as though you had a good time. You better go take a bath and then get some sleep. You can tell me about the prom when you get up."

I took my mother's suggestion and bathed and went to bed. I woke up at 3 o'clock in the afternoon and went downstairs. My mother was fixing dinner (we normally eat around 4 o'clock on Sundays) and looked up when I entered the kitchen. She asked me to sit at the kitchen table and tell her about the prom.

For the next hour I gave my mother as complete a description of the prom as I could, considering I left 2 hours before the prom ended. I described the dresses my friends we wearing and how their dates were dressed. I told her the funny things that had happened and about how great the band sounded. When I finished talking my mother asked what we did after the prom was over. She asked, "Did you go to a party?" to which I responded with a truthful "Yes". I said, "There were a lot of parties last night" and left it at that. My mother didn't ask anymore questions which relieved me a great deal because I didn't want to have to lie to her. I think that's why she didn't ask more questions, she didn't want to make me lie to her.

The conversation ended with my mother patting me on the shoulder and Saying, "I am glad you had such a good time. Sometimes the first time you go to the prom isn't so great but after that it gets much better."

Somehow I knew she wasn't really talking about the prom.

After dinner I helped wash the dishes and clean the kitchen then I changed into one of my school dresses to go over to Millie's. I couldn't wait to tell her about prom night.

When I rang the bell at Millie's house she answered the door wearing a short dressing robe and slippers. She invited me in and I followed her into the living room. As I sat down on one of the large easy chairs in the room Millie went into the kitchen to get us a drink. From the kitchen Millie call out "Would you like a glass of wine?" Before last night I had never had more than a sip of my mothers wine but it sounded so grown up to have a glass of wine while I talked to my friend so I said, "Yes, I would love one."

Millie came back into the room and handed me my glass of wine then she sat facing me in a chair that matched the one I was sitting in. Millie asked me some simple questions about the prom while we sipped our wine.

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, I had a wonderful time."

"Was the dress okay?"

"The dress was perfect."

The conversation went on like that for about a half hour. By that time I was on my second glass of wine and I was feeling very comfortable. I was just kind of day dreaming about the events of the night before when I heard Millie clear he throat. Then she leaned forward in her chair and look directly into my eyes and said, "Okay, now it is time for my treat. Start from when you left the prom, talk slowly and don't leave anything out."

And so I began my story. "The dance was scheduled to end at midnight. At about 5 after ten Bill asked me if I was ready to leave and go to some parties around town. I said I was ready and we left. One of Bill's friends from the football team was having a party at his house so we went there first. Apparently this party had an early start and the early arrivals had brought several cases of beer with them. Most of the football team was there and they were already very drunk. I could see Bill wanted to stay there and get drunk with his friends but I had other plans for the evening so I let Bill have one beer before I told him we had to go to my friend Sue's house for a while. To make it easier for him I said we could come back to his friends party later. Bill, being the perfect gentleman didn't complain. He just did as I asked.

When we got to Sue's house most of my friends were already there, eating snacks and dancing to records. Sue's parent's were there so there was no beer at the party. Bill and I stayed at Sue's for about an hour which gave me time to at least talk to each of my friends for a few minutes.

When we left Sue's house I asked Bill what he wanted to do. He asked if I would like to go back to his friends party. I said, "What I would really like to do is go somewhere were we can be alone. We have been with noisy people all night, wouldn't you like to just spent some quiet time together."

I could see that Bill liked that idea. He said, "I know just the place. We can go to my brother's apartment. He's out of town for the weekend and I know where he keeps his key." Five minutes later we were walking up the stairs to his brother's apartment. When we got to the door Bill bent down by the welcome mat in front of the door. He reached his hand under the mat and pulled out the key. The only problem with this was I saw the key in Bill's hand before he reached under the mat. It was obvious that he had planned to get me over here sometime before the night was over, I just made it easy for him. I guess we both wanted the same thing.

When we got into the apartment Bill went over to the stereo and turned it on. Can you imagine how surprised I was when the record changer (remember, it's 1966. No CDs) was loaded with love songs. Bill sat me down on the sofa and went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of Champaign and two chilled glasses and said, "Look what I found in my brother refrigerator." I gave him a look that said you are full of it and we both started laughing. Bill looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I guess it is obvious that I set this whole thing up before hand hoping I could get you to come over here. I guess I thought I might get lucky tonight. We don't have to stay. I don't want you to feel like I am forcing you to do anything. What do you want to do? Just say it and I'll do it?"

I said, "Shut up and open the Champaign and let's have some fun."

I have to admit Bill did a good job. The room was lit by one lamp which didn't put out much light, the music was great and the wine was having a wonderful effect on me. It was while the Righteous Brothers were singing Ebb Tide that Bill put his arm around me and kissed me very gently on the lips. The kissing slowly escalated from light pecking to very passionate kisses. During one long kiss I thought I felt Bill's tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth just a little and felt his tongue run between my lips. I had never experienced this before but it felt good. As we continued kissing Bill pushed his tongue farther and farther into my mouth and in a short time we were tongue kissing like old pros. Using our tongues seem to add more passion to our kisses.

At this point Bill began rubbing my breasts through my dress. The material of the dress was preventing me from really enjoying his machinations so I gave Bill a shock. I pulled his hand away from my breast and pushed him off me. When I stood up I could see the disappointment in his face. He was starting to apologize for whatever he had done wrong when I stopped him and said, 'My dress is getting wrinkled' and then I asked him to unzip the dress for me. Bill got up so fast he almost fell over my shoes. Bill helped my out of my dress and I put it neatly on a chair and turned to face him. I was still wearing a petticoat and my bra. I noticed that Bill was staring at my bra and he seemed to have difficulty breathing.