Chapter 7: Prom Disaster

That was the last chance I had to fool around with my parents before the prom two weeks later. Crazy weekends like that seemed to be restricted to wild ‘fuck weekends’ when we were going to swing parties. Anyway, Daddy was able to do me one last time that night, and Saturday and Sunday, Mom and I didn’t wear very much at all, to entice Daddy to do us again. It worked - Daddy was worn down to a nub by Sunday night! Even Viagra couldn’t have helped him by then!

Prom weekend was two weeks before graduation, and the prom was held Saturday night at a night club on the other side of town. Mom and I spent several days shopping for my dress. Since she knew I was going to be having sex with Bobby that night, it wasn’t like we had to pretend about afterwards. I could wear a sexy dress with the intention of getting laid later. Mom in fact offered to take Daddy out to dinner that night and keep him occupied afterwards - I told her to take him parking and she laughed and said she’d think about it!

We helped each other get dressed that evening. I was wearing a strapless black sheath dress, slit way high up my right thigh, and black heels. Mom even suggested I wear stockings and not pantyhose, which I had never done before. I tried them on, and I liked how they felt and looked, but the slit in the dress was too high up my leg; the top of my stockings was visible. I wore sheer black pantyhose instead. Mom wore a strapless top that was kind of a triangle of gauzy and sheer lace; it went over her boobs and tied behind her back, leaving most of her back and sides showing, but hanging loose over her tits. She was really swaying underneath it. She also wore a long and gauzy skirt that had two long, long slits, one up each leg. No way could she wear stockings and she didn’t even try. She went commando and wore high heeled sandals.

Daddy was very sweet and funny, whistling and fanning himself in our presence, saying how he couldn’t make up his mind which of us to take out. I told him he better be planning on Mom, otherwise she’d be terribly angry, and she hammed it up as well. He replied that Mom would need to hide when Bobby came to pick me up, since she was just as hot as I was! I asked Mom where she could go to dinner dressed like that, and she laughed and told me she knew a place outside of town, and I told her of a good parking spot in that direction.

I needn’t have worried. Bobby only glanced at Mom when he came in. I guess he thought she was an ‘old lady.’ If he only knew! We went out to dinner and then over to the prom, where we both got frisked. They had a female cop there for us girls, and she was pretty cute - I wouldn’t have minded her frisking me again privately - but she looked incredibly bored by the whole thing.

Everything went well. Nobody got too drunk (cops or no, booze and dope got inside easy) and it was easy to sneak out and light up a joint or two. No, the problem occurred when I told Bobby that after the prom we could go back to my place, since my parents were going to be out late. Loud-mouth Bobby mentioned it to his asshole friend Jack Torrance. I told Bobby to shut up, since it was just a private time for us, and he apologized, but it was too late. Torrance told his date, who told a friend, who told a friend, who told a ... You get the drift? Half the fucking school knew there was going to be a big party at my place after the prom!

It really didn’t hit me that there was a problem, though, until after Bobby drove us over to my house and I discovered we were leading a convoy. When I clicked the remote control for the gate, somebody else drove through before we did! “Bobby, we aren’t having a party. You have to send these people home!”

“It’s just a couple of friends, Amber. It’s cool!”

“It’s not cool, Bobby. My parents will be coming home soon. We are not having a party! You started this, now you stop it!”

“Whatever.”

“No, not whatever!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell them,” he agreed. He wandered off to greet some friends.

Becky Reynolds came over with a big smile. “Great party!”

“There’s no party!”

“Whatever!”

She headed towards the front door and let herself in before I could stop her. By the time I caught up to her, three others followed me in. As I turned back to close the door, I stopped and stared as another car pulled into the driveway and parked in the middle of the lawn. They were followed by somebody else, in a car I couldn’t recognize, who roared in and did a doughnut on the lawn. This was a disaster. My parents were going to kill me!

It got worse. People continued to show up and never left. I was running from room to room trying to get people to leave, but as soon as I left to find another group, the first would go back to whatever they were up to. After a few minutes, somebody found the wet bar down in the basement and the shit really began to hit the fan. That got people to look for any other booze, and the locked cabinet in the living room got pried open. Drugs? Shit, I had people wandering around lighting up everywhere!