This was one of my former melodic theme for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW entry, it would have been different, more prom, less drama, no interstitials and without the for the first time ending. Also I 'd throw disguised the characters. This is a continuation to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the Same principal characters. The interstitial view is one which could suffer been in my `` Time ass '' story. It gives a much happier ending.

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My older prom is memorable in piles of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob.

I 'd rented a limo and got a way at the Hilton for our after political party. I had some money for this as I 'd been doing a footling work for local businesses. Installing accounting and office organization, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I 'd set up the system.

So I could afford to sprain up to Jasmine 's in a stretching limousine. Her dad opened the threshold, `` Good even Mr Humphries, I 'm here for Jasmine. ``

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting prepare. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a while, so why do n't we have a seat. '' Then he handed the limo driver a bag, `` Here 's her bag. '' It was gravid than I imagined needing for an overnight. The device driver took the bag, and Mr Humphries showed me into the living room and we sat down.

Mr Humphries thought I was a in effect kid, I had been his champion schoolchild in junior high. He 'd been my physics teacher and now I was going to be majoring in physics at Stanford, I was one of his successes. He approved of me, but he was still a dad, Jasmine 's dad, and I knew he had something on his nous. Jasmine had told me that he had not been well-chosen when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the dark. The words `` Dad, I 'm eighteen. '' had been used. We were pretty sure Jasmine 's folks knew we had sex, though we did n't make it ( too ) obvious, and nothing was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at times. I guess if we were going to do it, she 'd choose it be somewhere safe like at household. But Dads are still Dads.

I 'm pretty certain they did n't know that Jasmine was still a Virgo, but I intended to remedy that later that Night. We 'd only ever done oral exam, or early not fucking eccentric of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex respectable. Jasmine was saving fucking for marriage, that was a point of rivalry in our religious `` discussions ''. I was pretty sure, with the right hand standard atmosphere, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage idea, it had been sounding like a skillful approximation recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right atmosphere, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's judgement. He tried to lend up the field of study. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to process Jasmine right. '' He lowered his vocalisation again conspiratorially, `` You do take precautions ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pouch, but I chose not to answer directly, `` I can assure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly good with me. '' I put a little Sir Thomas More vehemence on my next prison term, `` We know what we 're doing. '' I do n't bed if that answer really helped him as that was when we were interrupted by Jasmine coming down the stairs.

Wow, she was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but her apparel showed her off to perfection. I managed to not stare at her dumbbell, which looked amazing in the cantilevered strawman of the dress. The dress was strapless, the peach color was a stark pernicious demarcation with her pale skin. She got down the stair and held out her hand, I took it and made to kiss her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up the makeup. '' Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually did n't put out and was pretty, but this made her even prettier.

'' You look lovely, and you 'll be even prettier with this. '' I fastened the corsage of E. B. White lilies around her wrist.

'' It 's beautiful. '' She had a gabardine rose in her other mitt, she threaded through my buttonhole.

I held out my cubitus, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that pipeline from some corny TV show I 'd watched.

'' We shall. '' We walked toward the front door.

'' You two have fun now. '' Her Mom called after us, she 'd fall down the steps behind Jasmine.

Fun was exactly what I wanted, my version of fun. `` Thank you Mrs Humphries. '' I called back to her. `` I 'll bring her back safely tomorrow. '' That concluding was partly for her Dad 's benefit.

I escorted Jasmine to the limousine, her folks waved from the door. We got in the limousine, there was space for about ten of us in there, but there were only the two of us. I picked up the phone to talk to the device driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The seats were more like couch than car seats, we sat on the long seat on the side. There was a lowly fridge, well stocked with drinking. I was n't too sure enough if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd contribute my own supply anyway. Officially, the prom was dry, in reality, no one got caught. I had a hip flask of vodka and orange.

There were a couple of switches on one incline. Jasmine found them, `` What do these do ? ''

'' I dunno. '' I had n't noticed when the limo picked me up at my place. Jasmine pushed one, and an opaque segmentation rose up between us and the driver covering the spyglass which was already there. That was a surprise, but now it was private back there. It was a bummer I could n't do anything about it, Jasmine did n't want me to mess up her constitution, or her hairsbreadth. Her pilus was more title than common, it 's blackness, usually it was straight, down to her articulatio humeri. Now it was put up all fancy.

However, Jasmine looked thoughtful and said, `` I have an idea, I think you 'll like it. '' That sounded promising.

She knelt down at my feet and reached for my fly. This was really promising, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the makeup, I was n't certainly how this was going to work. She 'd thought of this already, `` Now, you 've got to stay fresh still, or you 'll mess up the makeup. And no grabbing my foreland, you 'll mess up my hair. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her mouth a bit. So none of that.

She leant forward and took me into her mouth. I 'd been rapidly hardening since she reached for my fly. Now I was totally hard. She was dependable a this, but she was more hesitant than usual, must be worrying about the composition. This was n't going to get me off in a precipitation. It felt good though, duh ! it 's a blowjob, or course it felt good. I sighed gently and relaxed.

I sighed some more and she kept at it. Yes, this was feeling really undecomposed, she kept at it. And she still kept at it. Over time, it 's hard to say how a lot clock time, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my gumshoe was getting unbearable. This was capital, but I was n't going to arrive like this, I needed to fall. I managed to hold on still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to snaffle cargo area of her head and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd have begged to number, but I did n't have the nous left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd sustain thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got sober, the sucking got more urgent and her hand came into play, jacking me off at the same clock time. This was going to get me somewhere, and in a hurry. She stopped what she was doing and I groaned. She said to me, `` You know, I 'm not wearing any panties, and I 'm totally soaked down there. '' That did it, that pushed me over the edge. As she took up where she left off, I came in her mouth. I came harder than I had ever before.

Next I knew, she was sitting beside me, holding my hand. `` You 'd best zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the linguistic universal City preindication. The promenade was at the Hilton across from the Universal Studios theme Park, half the family was going to be at the parkland for the afternoon. There were some story told about that later, but we 'd decide just to go to the prom. I zipped myself up. I thought that it took 15-20 minutes to get to here from Jasmine 's so that 's how farseeing the blowjob must have took. I never know how retentive one takes, it 's not something I can consider of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a small drop of cum had escaped from the nook of her mouth, she 'd also gotten some in her tomentum. I mimed wiping the my mouth, `` You got some on you, and in you hair. ``

She just said, `` I know, it glows under black light, that way everyone will know I 'm yours. '' God, that was hot, her saying that. She did wipe her mouth though.

I still thought of Jasmine as innocent, despite everything we 'd done together, but sometimes she just surprised me. Like with the black light scuttlebutt and the panty. I tried to be dashing, doll like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had clock time. '' I 'd have gone down on her and helped with her wet slit if we were n't here already. Going down on Jasmine was my endorse favorite thing to do, second only to getting a blowjob from Jasmine. They usually went together, so I was happy.

'' That 's alright, I 'll be looking forward to our after party. I 'm all yours tonight, whatever you want. '' She was going to get me grueling again like that.

The limousine stopped short and then the earphone buzzed, so I picked it up. It was the driver asking if we wanted to be dropped off, or should he go around the cylinder block again. I told him we were hunky-dory, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The driver opened the door for us. I slipped him a twenty as I got out, that was just the tip, I 'd paid for the ride in advance. He was cultivated and said thank you. I do n't get it on how very much he knew of what we got up to game there, I made eye tangency and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

The driver opened the automobile trunk and the bellhop took our old bag. We checked in and went up to the elbow room, I really wanted to vamoose the promenade and get on with thing in the room, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the constitution. It did n't help when she said, `` You 'll have me on that soon enough. '' Pointing to the bed, `` I want you tongue, or something else up me. '' That did get me unvoiced, I 'd have done something about that if she had n't walked out the door at that point.

'' We danced all night. '' It 's a cliche, but in this case it fit us. I did my scoop, despite the punishing on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the state of her kitty-cat ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by nips from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the slow dances started, this clip I was allowed to kiss her. She 'd lay off worrying about the makeup. Eventually we could n't stand it any longer, we slipped out to go to the room.

In the room, I turned round to lock the doorway and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about covers it. She shimmied slightly and her gown slipped down her body, she reached back and undid her strapless bra, so her boobs came into view. The the dress slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a shower of salmon pink chiffon around her ankles. She was even more stunning out of the wearing apparel than in it. I was stunned speechless, motionless.

She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me skinny. I stepped forward and she reached for my tie, I was glad to get rid if it. She tugged at the jacket and I slipped it off while she unbuttoned my shirt. She slipped onto the bed as I took off the shirt, she spread herself shamelessly on the bed and again she crooked her digit beckoningly. This time as I approached, she put her paw on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd hold it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other choice open. Options I wanted to search. She was primed and ready, I could have made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to prolong this for now, I just teased her brim. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a digit into play, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More glossa, another finger, more tongue, a tierce finger. I was pumping the fingerbreadth in and out of her now.

The moan ramped up, it was sentence to bring in my move. I stopped licking, and propped myself up enough to say, `` I could use my prick instead. ``

'' Yes, yes. '' She moaned.

I had n't expected it to be that loose, but I was n't going to argue. `` I 'll get a safety. '' I started to reach for my jacket.

'' Do n't worry, I 'm safe. '' I did n't interrogative sentence that, if I 'd been rational I would have. I undid my trouser and slew them and my shortstop down and off. We were now both naked. Both as turned on as we 'd ever be, and we were going to do it. I 'd been wanting this for month, but I was n't thinking of that then. Nothing else mattered to me, I was going to get to get laid Jasmine.

Her arms were fan out encompassing, her knees were open wide of the mark, she was ready for me. I took position between her legs, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only fucked once before, and it was more through hazard that I got inside the Lady then. I did n't desire to smart Jasmine, I 'd never need to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her cunt. Lubrication was a unspoiled mind. She moaned loudly, she was liking this. `` Yes, yes. Like that. '' She gasped.

It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my dick around her clit hood like I would my lingua. The next groan was more like a wow, she was on the verge of coming. I could n't pass on her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clit. That did it, moans, screams and wild bucking. She was coming, stronger than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her senses to return. Her oculus opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. Then she kissed me and hugged me back. We did n't say anything. There was something very obvious though, `` What about that ? ``, she asked.

I did n't reckon there was any question there, `` When you 're ready, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

That did n't sound upright, `` What 's wrongfulness ? ``

'' I do n't mean I can, I 'm sorry Tony. '' Her fuck religion again.

'' But, but, you wanted me to. '' This was not going well.

'' I did, … I do, … but I ca n't, I 'm sorry. '' Damn, damn, red cent, … ( you get the idea ).

This was the second time she 'd lead me on and then backed out. The last time I did n't react well. This time, I did n't respond. I did n't have sex what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting worried. `` I 'm sorry. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the approximation turns me on so a great deal, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm certain I made comforting noises, I do n't remember. We lay there for some time, no one was counting. Eventually I was distracted by flashing at the window. `` What 's that. '' I got up and made my way to the window. `` There 's a fire truck down there. ``

'' There ca n't be a ardour, there 's been no alarum. '' Was Jasmine 's observation.

'' Yeah. '' That was a enigma. Hopefully we were safe.

I turned rung and Jasmine was kneeling on the storey. `` I love you Tony, I 'll do anything for you. ``

'' Except, … ''

'' Sorry. '' Yeah, the one thing I wanted was the one thing I was n't going to get. She reached for me, I stepped forward to let her at me. I 'd deflated during the silence, but now Jasmine was doing her best to put some life sentence back in it. It was working. I held her head, that was when I might have `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her face. ( I was young and innocent, I had't come across that thought yet. ) The thought just pissed me off, she 'd let me fuck her like this, but not properly. I fought the caprice to ram myself down her throat, I could n't hurt her, she did n't want me to do that. I felt hangdog for thought process of that.

The blowjob was getting to me, `` I 'd better sit down. '' I did, I sat on the edge of the bed and Jasmine still kneeling on the flooring and continued. Even I could n't ride out dreary or furious while getting a setback job, even in those circumstances. So I lay back and enjoyed it. Still when it was over there was something not right.

That feeling stayed with me, it 's probably what caused us to split in the end. Jasmine tried her in force to be nice to me, and I enjoyed her. Anything I wanted, except what I really wanted. Maybe if I was going to be the tiniest bit guilty about anything sexual I 'd done. It 'd be for how I used her those utmost few months, I was slipping away from her and she was desperate to keep me. But I ca n't really feel guilty about any sex.

You know the end of the story, we split before going our separate shipway to college, and I met Aimee at Stanford. Sometimes I look back on that day and think what might have been if I had n't made Jasmine come at that point and I had got to fuck her. I 'd consume proposed and we 'd take in got married and lived happily ever after in the Valley. I do n't regret it, now. I like the life that I have now, but it so easily could have been different. I did regret it them, that 's the just metre I 've regretted making a fille come. Usually if the girl comes, it can only good for me.

nearly everyone else remembers that prom for different ground. There were the guys who managed to slip onto the universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a lot of my classmates had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. Several of my buds had more circumstances with their girls than I did. The most legendary matter about that night was someone snuck onto the football theatre at school and used something to incinerate `` year of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty thou line. That was still visible for years after. But I remember that blowjob in the limo. That may be my most memorable ever, even after all this time.

I was reminded of all this five eld later when person got shot dead after a prom at that hotel. Thank god cipher like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to remember my prom. It made my dashing hopes pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred long time in the future Lou Latour, managing director of the temporal investigating Institute studied the report on the new timeline after their latest endeavor to fix the `` unusual person ''. Tony 's account was contribution of the report. The timeline was now back on raceway, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an important event in the timeline. Now they could do something much more unwise, meddle in their own past. Jody, his new girlfriend, was leaning over his shoulder, `` Bummer ! They had such a good life story in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his present, the felicity of the field they meddled with had not been on his lean of priorities here. His overwhelming touch was relief, it looks like they might fix this anomaly yet. He glanced at the report from yesterday. He pulled up the diffs between yesterday 's Tony 's bill and today 's Tony 's account. A few sentences changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few undistinguished word alteration here and there, a few typos come and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The floor diverged strongly at that point. Yesterday 's account diverged after `` she was on the threshold of coming ''.

Most worrying for Lou though was the taradiddle did n't mention the shot. He 'd take to get someone to investigate if that was a real difference, or just not mentioned. If it was a real difference, was it significant ?

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It was like licking her with my pecker, I ran my dick around her clit punk like I would my clapper. The next groan was more like a scream, she was on the threshold of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my putz between her lips and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure if that was skilful or not. Was that passion or painfulness. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again shock at the language pure innocent Jasmine was using, never mind that my dick was in her slit. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as intemperately as I could. Thank god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The thigh-slapper went to 11, with moan and wild bucking. She was coming, stronger than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her common sense to take back. Still hard, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 validation knockout, god I loved her. I started with some slow gentle thrusts, a glint of something passed over her grimace, doubt ? She 'd just conk out one to a greater extent article of her faith. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more than. ``

I did. Starting with wearisome measured strokes, she sighed and closed her middle. When the sighs changed to groan I sped up some, then when the moans became screams we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as hard as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to arrive soon, I was going to come soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to hold on until she came, I wanted this to be hone. I did n't suppose I was going to shit it when her next scream was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the management did n't add up knocking to find out who was being murdered.

She came, she spasmed, that was it, I could n't, I did n't need to, hold on any farseeing. I came. Wow, is coming inside the girlfriend you love, as she comes, a misstep. It was like the heavens opened and a shaft of light shone down on us, a choir of saint sang, while the finger of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be well-chosen. I was felicitous to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my spinal column, I came to my common sense and realised I was lying with my full phase of the moon weightiness on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my blazon and hugged her while rolling over on my cover. `` Sorry, I love you. '' Writing that like that, it sounds like I 'm apologizing for loving her. The excuse was for squashing her.

She clung to me, that seemed like a full affair. We were still like that for a patch, but I got the feeling something was wrong. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the thing ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having secondly cerebration about that article of faith.

'' Nothing. '' I 'm moderately sure that was n't reliable. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just really happy. '' I knew how she felt, minus the battle cry bit.

I was distracted by flashing at the windowpane. `` What 's that. '' I got up and made my way to the window. `` There 's a fire truck down there. ``

'' There ca n't be a ardor, there 's been no alarm. '' Was Jasmine 's observation.

'' Yeah. '' That was a mystery. Hopefully we were safe.

I turned round of drinks and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow watching me. She was so beautiful, I loved her so a good deal. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped short-circuit and knelt on one knee. I held her helping hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life history with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so instinctive when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 proof knockout smile again. `` Of trend I will. '' I jumped back on the bed and hugged her some more. There were more tears.

After that it was n't all smoothen glide, but we made it piece of work. The 400 miles between us at our colleges was Hades, and it could all have been so different. We 'd both had back up plans of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their whirl was the workweek before the prom, so we were stuck at Stanford University and UCLA. Jasmine did oeuvre on getting a transfer to Berkeley and she managed it for the come after year 's fall fourth. We married during the summertime fault before that, but we were still at Universities which were fifty air mile apart. We rented a sign of the zodiac in labor union metropolis, Jasmine could convert on BART and I could motor over the bridge. I 've come to detest that bridgework now. After graduating we both got jobs down in the Valley and set up menage there. We 're both so happy, life could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had exchangeable luck with their girls, though no one else got engaged that day. One other distich did marry later than twelvemonth, and if you consider the appointment on the birth announcement for their daughter, I think he knocked her up at the prom. Thank god it was actually safe for us, Jasmine got on the oral contraceptive pill soon after the prom as we continued to fuck like bunnies.

virtually everyone else remembers that prom for different ground. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be server, dressed up in their case for prom. The firetruck was there because a clump of my classmates had wondered how many masses you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. The most fabled thing about that night was someone snuck onto the football game playing field at school day and used something to burn off `` class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty yard line. That was still seeable for years after. But what I remember is that nookie and the proposition .