This was one of my other ideas for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW entry, it would suffer been dissimilar, more promenade, less drama, no interstitials and without the first ending. Also I 'd feature disguised the fictional character. This is a subsequence to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the same primary reference. The interstitial scene is one which could have been in my `` Time Fuck '' tale. It gives a much happier ending.

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My older prom is memorable in wad of means, most memorable to me is the blowjob.

I 'd rented a limo and got a room at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I 'd been doing a little study for local occupation. Installing accounting and office organisation, affair like that. Though the thing which paid skillful was the tech keep once I 'd install the organisation.

So I could afford to work up to Jasmine 's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the doorway, `` in force eve Mr Humphries, I 'm here for Jasmine. ``

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting make. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a while, so why do n't we have a seat. '' Then he handed the limo number one wood a bag, `` Here 's her bag. '' It was fully grown 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 good kid, I had been his hotshot pupil in next-to-last high. He 'd been my physics teacher and now I was going to be majoring in Physics at Leland 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 mind. Jasmine had told me that he had not been happy when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the night. The words `` Dad, I 'm eighteen. '' had been used. We were pretty surely Jasmine 's folks knew we had sex, though we did n't establish 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 favour it be somewhere safe like at nursing home. But Dads are still Dads.

I 'm somewhat certain they did n't have it off that Jasmine was still a Virgin, but I intended to remedy that later that night. We 'd only ever done oral, or other not fucking character of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex best. Jasmine was saving fucking for matrimony, that was a point of contention in our religious `` discussion ''. I was pretty certain, with the right air, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that wedlock idea, it had been sounding like a good idea recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right wing standard atmosphere, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's intellect. He tried to bring in up the subject. `` Now, I 'm sure enough you 're going to treat Jasmine right hand. '' He lowered his spokesperson again conspiratorially, `` You do take precautions ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, but I chose not to resolve directly, `` I can assure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me. '' I put a little more accent on my next sentence, `` We know what we 're doing. '' I do n't know 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 dress showed her off to perfection. I managed to not stare at her boobs, which looked amazing in the cantilevered strawman of the clothes. The dress was strapless, the beauty colouration was a perfect pernicious contrast with her pale pelt. She got down the stairs and held out her hand, I took it and made to osculate her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up the makeup. '' Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually did n't nettle and was pretty, but this made her even prettier.

'' You look lovely, and you 'll be even prettier with this. '' I fastened the bouquet of blank lilies around her wrist.

'' It 's beautiful. '' She had a Theodore Harold White rose in her former hand, she threaded through my buttonhole.

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

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

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

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

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, her folks waved from the door. We got in the limo, there was space for about ten of us in there, but there were only the two of us. I picked up the telephone set to sing to the number one wood, `` 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 rear end on the face. There was a little electric refrigerator, well stocked with drinks. I was n't too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd brought my own supplying 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 English. Jasmine found them, `` What do these do ? ''

'' I dunno. '' I had n't noticed when the limousine picked me up at my place. Jasmine pushed one, and an opaque division rose up between us and the driver covering the glass 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 require me to mess up her makeup, or her pilus. Her hair was more styled than usual, it 's black, usually it was straight, down to her shoulders. Now it was put up all fancy.

However, Jasmine looked thoughtful and said, `` I have an idea, I think you 'll care 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 sure how this was going to work. She 'd thought of this already, `` Now, you 've got to celebrate still, or you 'll mess up the composition. And no grabbing my principal, you 'll mess up up my haircloth. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her question, 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 good a this, but she was more hesitating than common, must be worrying about the makeup. This was n't going to get me off in a hurry. It felt good though, duh ! it 's a blowjob, or course it felt good. I sighed gently and slack up.

I sighed some more and she kept at it. Yes, this was feeling really good, she kept at it. And she still kept at it. Over time, it 's unmanageable to say how often metre, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my shaft was getting unbearable. This was great, but I was n't going to get like this, I needed to add up. I managed to observe still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to grab hold of her head and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd throw begged to get, but I did n't accept the head left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd get thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got serious, the sucking got more urgent and her helping hand came into child's play, jacking me off at the Lapplander clip. This was going to get me somewhere, and in a hurriedness. 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 toilsome than I had ever before.

Next I knew, she was sitting beside me, holding my hired man. `` You 'd best zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the Universal City sign. The prom was at the Hilton across from the universal Studios theme park, half the class was going to be at the park for the afternoon. There were some fib told about that later, but we 'd decided just to go to the promenade. I zipped myself up. I thought that it took 15-20 minutes to get to here from Jasmine 's so that 's how long the cock sucking must have took. I never know how long one takes, it 's not something I can reckon of at the time.

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

She just said, `` I know, it glows under Black light, that way everyone will experience 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 ignominious light commentary and the panties. I tried to be chivalrous, chicks like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had sentence. '' I 'd have gone down on her and helped with her wet purulent if we were n't here already. Going down on Jasmine was my second dearie 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 political party. I 'm all yours tonight, whatever you want. '' She was going to get me punishing again like that.

The limo stopped short and then the speech sound buzzed, so I picked it up. It was the driver asking if we wanted to be dropped off, or should he go around the block again. I told him we were fine, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The driver opened the doorway for us. I slipped him a twenty as I got out, that was just the tip, I 'd paid for the drive in advance. He was polite and said thank you. I do n't sleep together how much he knew of what we got up to back there, I made eye contact and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

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

'' We danced all Nox. '' It 's a bromide, but in this case it fit us. I did my best, despite the voiceless on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the State Department of her pussy ( 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 dancing started, this time I was allowed to buss her. She 'd stopped worrying about the makeup. Eventually we could n't stand it any longer, we slipped out to go to the room.

In the elbow room, I turned rung to interlace the threshold 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 organic structure, she reached back and undid her strapless bra, so her boobs came into aspect. The the dress slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of peach chiffon around her ankles. She was even more stunning out of the dress than in it. I was stunned speechless, motionless.

She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me closer. I stepped forward and she reached for my tie, I was glad to get rid if it. She tugged at the jacket crown 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 finger's breadth beckoningly. This time as I approached, she put her hands on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd induce it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other options open. choice I wanted to research. 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 lips. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a finger into play, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More clapper, another finger's breadth, Thomas More tongue, a third finger. I was pumping the fingers in and out of her now.

The groan ramped up, it was meter to take a shit my motion. I stopped licking, and propped myself up enough to say, `` I could use my hawkshaw instead. ``

'' Yes, yes. '' She moaned.

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

'' Do n't worry, I 'm safe. '' I did n't question that, if I 'd been rational I would have. I unwrap my trousers and slid them and my shorts 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 calendar month, but I was n't thinking of that then. Nothing else mattered to me, I was going to get to fuck Jasmine.

Her blazon were bedspread wide-cut, her knees were spread astray, she was ready for me. I took attitude between her ramification, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only hump once before, and it was more through luck that I got inside the Lady then. I did n't need to hurt Jasmine, I 'd never require to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my cock up her slit. Lubrication was a practiced idea. She moaned loudly, she was liking this. `` Yes, yes. Like that. '' She gasped.

It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my shaft around her clit hood like I would my tongue. The next moan was more like a sidesplitter, she was on the verge of coming. I could n't leave her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clitoris. 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 turn back. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smiling 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 suppose there was any head there, `` When you 're ready, I 'll end inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

That did n't go good, `` What 's wrong ? ``

'' I do n't think I can, I 'm no-account Tony. '' Her screw religion again.

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

'' I did, … I do, … but I ca n't, I 'm good-for-naught. '' red cent, damn, damn, … ( you get the idea ).

This was the indorse sentence she 'd lead me on and then backed out. The finis time I did n't react well. This time, I did n't react. I did n't be intimate what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting worried. `` I 'm sorry. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the thought turns me on so practically, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm surely I made comforting dissonance, I do n't remember. We lay there for some time, no one was counting. Eventually 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 fire, there 's been no alarm. '' Was Jasmine 's observation.

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

I turned round of drinks and Jasmine was kneeling on the floor. `` I love you Tony, I 'll do anything for you. ``

'' Except, … ''

'' Sorry. '' Yeah, the one thing I wanted was the one affair 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 sound to put some life 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 Loretta Young and innocent, I had't come across that idea yet. ) The idea just pissed me off, she 'd let me hump her like this, but not properly. I fought the impulse to ram myself down her throat, I could n't spite her, she did n't desire me to do that. I felt guilty for thinking 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 trading floor and continued. Even I could n't persist bluish or angry while getting a shock job, even in those consideration. 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 break in the end. Jasmine tried her skilful 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 bantam bit guilty about anything sexual I 'd done. It 'd be for how I used her those last few month, 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 tarradiddle, we split before going our differentiate means 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 get along at that point and I had got to hump her. I 'd have proposed and we 'd own got married and lived happily ever after in the vale. I do n't rue it, now. I like the life-time that I have now, but it so easily could have been different. I did regret it them, that 's the only time I 've regretted making a little girl seminal fluid. Usually if the missy comes, it can only good for me.

nearly everyone else remembers that prom for different grounds. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a bunch of my classmate had wondered how many citizenry you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between level. Several of my buds had more luck with their girls than I did. The most legendary thing about that night was somebody snuck onto the football field of honor at schoolhouse and used something to combust `` Class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty 1000 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 age later when somebody got shot beat after a promenade at that hotel. Thank god nothing like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to call up my prom. It made my disappointment picket into insignificance.

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Two hundred years in the time to come Lou Latour, theater director of the Temporal probe Institute studied the report on the new timeline after their latest attempt to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's bill was part of the story. The timeline was now back on lead, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an of import effect in the timeline. Now they could do something much more unwise, meddle in their own past. Jody, his new girl, was leaning over his shoulder, `` Bummer ! They had such a good life in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his present tense, the happiness of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his list of anteriority here. His overwhelming intuitive feeling was rilievo, 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 report and today 's Tony 's account. A few sentences changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few unimportant give-and-take changes here and there, a few erratum come and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The floor diverged strongly at that point. Yesterday 's chronicle diverged after `` she was on the scepter of coming ''.

most worrying for Lou though was the chronicle did n't mention the shot. He 'd birth to get someone to look into if that was a real divergence, or just not mentioned. If it was a real difference, was it significant ?

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my hawkshaw around her clit tough like I would my tongue. The next moan was more like a belly laugh, she was on the threshold of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my dick between her mouth and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't certainly if that was good or not. Was that love or pain. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again shock at the language pure unacquainted Jasmine was using, never mind that my dick was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as heavy as I could. Thank god she 'd blown me in the limousine, or I 'd be coming now. The screams went to 11, with moan and barbaric bucking. She was coming, stronger than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her green goddess to return. Still voiceless, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smiling was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. I started with some slow gentle thrusts, a flicker of something passed over her facial expression, doubt ? She 'd just broken one more than article of her religion. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with slow measured solidus, she sighed and closed her eyes. When the sighs changed to moans I sped up some, then when the moans became scream we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as hard as I could, she loved every diagonal. She was going to come soon, I was going to issue forth soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to hold on until she came, I wanted this to be everlasting. I did n't reckon I was going to earn it when her next shrieking was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the direction did n't come up knocking to find oneself out who was being murdered.

She came, she spasmed, that was it, I could n't, I did n't postulate to, hold on any thirster. I came. Wow, is coming inside the female child you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the nirvana opened and a shaft of brightness shone down on us, a consort of angels sang, while the finger of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be felicitous. I was felicitous to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my vertebral column, I came to my sentience and realised I was lying with my full moon weight on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my weapon and hugged her while rolling over on my back. `` Sorry, I love you. '' Writing that like that, it sounds like I 'm apologizing for loving her. The apology was for squashing her.

She clung to me, that seemed like a good thing. We were tacit like that for a while, but I got the feeling something was wrong. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the issue ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having endorsement opinion about that article of faith.

'' Nothing. '' I 'm somewhat sure that was n't true. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just existent happy. '' I knew how she felt, minus the crying bit.

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 hand truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned round and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow watching me. She was so beautiful, I loved her so a lot. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped curtly and knelt on one genu. I held her hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to pass the sleep of my life with you, will you get married me ? '' That sounded so natural when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 proof knockout grinning again. `` Of course I will. '' I jumped back on the bed and hugged her some more. There were Sir Thomas More tears.

After that it was n't all smooth sailing, but we made it study. The 400 miles between us at our colleges was hell, 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 go was the week before the promenade, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did work on getting a transfer to Berkeley and she managed it for the come year 's autumn tail. We married during the summer rupture before that, but we were still at Universities which were L Swedish mile apart. We rented a house in wedlock metropolis, Jasmine could exchange on Bart and I could push over the bridge. I 've come to detest that nosepiece now. After graduating we both got business down in the Valley and set up house there. We 're both so happy, life history could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had similar luck with their little girl, though no one else got engaged that day. One other couplet did marry later than year, and if you consider the particular date on the birth declaration 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 promenade as we continued to do it like bunnies.

near everyone else remembers that prom for different reasons. There were the guys who managed to filch onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their suits for promenade. The firetruck was there because a bunch of my schoolmate had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. The most legendary matter about that dark was someone snuck onto the football field at school and used something to burn `` category of 86 '' into the turf at the 50 yard furrow. That was still visible for years after. But what I remember is that fucking and the proposal .