Chapter 12

Denise was ready first and came down to find us in the living room. She looked gorgeous, and I told her so. "Thank you Bro, you're so sweet. But wait 'till you see Fran," she said and went to call Jake about some last-minute detail. I heard noises from upstairs and Dad and I went out into the hall. Fran came down the stairs and the world stood still. Her lush red hair was set in an Edwardian braid and her velvet dress, of a blue that matched the color of her eyes to perfection, fit her like a second skin. Her dazzling white teeth shone in a wide smile, perfectly framed by her full, naturally rose lips. I liked the glasses she usually wore, but she was wearing contacts tonight and I must confess I liked what they did to her face, especially letting her cute little nose be seen. She was the very image of self-assured beauty.

Dad was the first to speak. "George, my boy, you will have to fight off all the other boys with sticks!"

Fran blushed prettily. "Actually," I replied. "I was thinking stones. Or rather a stone."

"Good one George!" Dad laughed after a moment. Fran didn't get it and looked at Dad in confusion. When she looked back at me she didn't see me at first - for the obvious reason that I was now down on my knee. She looked down, registered the tiny box in my outstretched hand, and her eyes opened wide in shock.

"Frances McNair," I said, forcing my voice to sound steady. "You know I love you. Will you marry me?"

Her reply was instant. "YES!" she almost yelled. "Yes, yes and a thousand times yes!" She opened the little box and the large cerulean-blue sapphire glinted in the light, outshining the hosts of small diamonds on the eternity ring it sat on. "Oh George," she whispered. "It is beautiful!"

"Nothing is as beautiful as your eyes," I replied, "but this is the closest I could find."

Denise, having heard the commotion, came running out in the hall and shrieked a piercing girlish shriek of delight when she saw me, still kneeling and in the process of putting the ring on Fran's finger. "Fran! George! Congratulations!!" she almost sobbed. "Way to go Bro! And do you know what Fran? I didn't even know about it!"

"Now, that is a surprise," Mom said - she had followed Fran down the stairs. Everyone laughed.

A few minutes later Jake arrived, looking very sharp in his tux. Before Denise could say anything - and she was obviously dying to tell him, he calmly walked up to Fran, extended his hand and said "I believe congratulations are in order. The very pretty ring you're wearing on your finger has a matching wedding band twin. George has honored me in requesting that I should carry it on my person until such time as he puts in on your finger in marriage." This was Jake's rather convoluted way of saying that I'd asked him to be my Best Man.

"You knew!" Denise yelled. "And you never told me!!!!" Jake looked a little guilty.

"Of course he knew Sis," I replied for Jake. "I had to confer with my Best Man, didn't I? But I swore him to secrecy." Denise looked defeated. It was the only time I ever outsmarted her. She didn't mind, but it has never happened again.

Dad reminded us that the limos were due soon and proceeded to take the mandatory Prom Photographs in all possible settings, combinations and so on with plenty of zooming in on Fran's hand. He of course also did Jake and Denise. "I have promised your parents to have some prints made for them too," he said to Jake. "Your mother particularly asked for a close-up of you and Denise." The joy in Denise's eyes was priceless.

The Prom night was a success. I don't suppose it was so very remarkable or different from thousands and thousands of other Prom nights across the country. The girls were pretty in their dresses, the boys looked sharp in their tuxedos. There was dancing and kissing and a little groping here and there as yet another generation of kids celebrated the end of their time as school kids.

Fran's ring caused ripples of excitement, and her self-assured beauty both admiration and envy - and, eventually, the coronation as Prom Queen. Giving what her life had been like until the beginning of the school year, it was a remarkable journey. Many people mentioned what a transformation she had been through. But I didn't see it that way. From the very first time I looked into her sapphire blue eyes, I had seen her true beauty.

Oh, one remarkable thing did happen. Most people hate to be called wrong, but not me on this occasion. Contrary to my prediction at Christmas, Lorraine did attend the Prom. For the last several months she'd been wearing baggy clothes, but tonight she came in a very pretty mother-to-be dress, showing rather than hiding the bulge in her belly. Not only that, I was seriously wrong on another count too. To everyone's consternation (except Denise's), Lorraine was escorted by Simon, who had her on his arm with proprietary pride in his eyes. "Good evening Miss Deveraux, good evening Mr. Metcalf," Mr. Rutherford said - he received each and every student at the door. "Miss Deveraux, you look radiant!"

"Good evening Mr. Rutherford," Lorraine replied with a smile. "Why thank you. Oh, and it is Mrs. Metcalf now, by the way..." she said and flashed a discreet wedding-band on her left hand.

Jake, Fran and I gasped in amazement, but not Denise. She just smiled her sphinx smile. "You don't seem surprised?" I asked. Knowing Denise, I wasn't really surprised of that fact. The incident earlier that evening had been the one exception that confirms the rule.

"Nope!" she said matter-of-factly. "It dawned on me that no-one had bothered telling Simon about Lorraine and that we might have been mistaken about his intensions. So I rang him, just after New Year and according to Lorraine he showed up at her doorstep less than an hour later - with his parents in tow, by the way. He told her parents what had happened, apologized for his recklessness - that's the very words - and declared his undying love for Lorraine, promising to support her and their baby in every possible way."

"Good for Simon!" Jake whistled. "I had no idea he fancied Lorraine."

"Of course you didn't," Denise shot back. "He wasn't going to tell anyone, least of all you, when you and Lorraine being an item seemed a foregone conclusion. And afterwards, they have been very discreet and private about it - I am not surprised most people failed to spot her pregnancy or pick up on their affection."

"But what about Lorraine?" Fran asked. "I mean, she was mad-keen on Jake, wasn't she?"

"Well," Denise replied. "I asked her the same question. She says that during the dance at George's birthday she realized that Simon - whom she had otherwise just used to try to make Jake jealous - was really sweet and immensely keen on her. Having sex with him was a mistake. At least so soon and unprotected and all, and she shunned him - especially when her period didn't come. But when he turned up that way, taking full responsibility and saying that he loved her, she started to think she could do much worse. Much worse indeed. It took her a month or two to come round to the idea completely, but Simon was patient and persistent. They'll do fine."

We all hoped so. "Patient and persistent," Fran whispered in my ear. "That reminds me of someone." She smiled her megawatt smile.

Denise and Jake went to an after-Prom party, but Fran asked our limo driver to take us home. When we got there Fran dragged me off to my room in much the same way she had done at my birthday. Except this time she got out of her dress herself and in a few moments had shed all her clothes - including her sexy underwear - leaving her completely naked apart from the sapphire ring. I was still getting undressed when she took off the bed spread, flung herself on the bed and in a husky voice full of emotion demanded "You have put a ring on my finger. Now put a baby in my belly."

I knew better than to ask her if she was serious. That I had been looking forward to our first real intercourse was an understatement. But knowing that it was also going to be a breeding session certainly added to the excitement. Strangely I wasn't apprehensive about that, only immensely turned on. I took my time getting undressed while feasting on her beauty. Her pussy was swollen and moist, but I didn't rush in. Rather, I kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her belly and finally her pussy. Her secretions were sweet, plentiful and stringy. She seemed to be at the peak of her fertility and I had little doubt that chances were high she would be pregnant in the morning. I brought her off orally and moved back up to her face, kissing her deeply and positioning my straining dick at the entrance to her pussy. "I'm told this may hurt a little," I said.

"It won't," Fran replied. "I removed my hymen the day my mother died." I didn't say anything but my eyebrows must have shut up. "I had no more use for it then," she said simply. "It would only be in the way."

Gosh! I didn't inquire how she'd done it, but I understood and appreciated the sentiment. "Oh!" I just said. "Well, at least I have a chance of getting all the way in before I come," I added, with a little laugh - trying to make light work of my nervousness.

"George, Sweetheart, don't worry," Fran said. "I read somewhere that a girl should give her boyfriend a blow job before his first time so he'll last longer. But I won't do that. I want all your sperm in me. First, second and third round." With that she - literally - took the matter in her own hands. She grabbed my ass and pulled hard and I slid into her in one long motion. It felt fabulous. She may not have had a hymen, but she was still very tight and the sensation was intense. Despite trying to stay still - acting on a piece of paternal advice that I had not told Fran about - I knew I wouldn't last long. "Just enjoy!" Fran whispered in my ear - her tongue almost licking my ear-drum. So I did. I pulled nearly all the way out, and then bottomed out in Fran again. After embarrassingly few repeats I was past the point of no return, so I stayed as deeply inside her as I could, delivering what I was sure would be the biggest load of sperm in my life.