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 ingest been unlike, more promenade, less drama, no interstitials and without the showtime ending. Also I 'd have disguised the case. This is a sequel to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the Saami briny lineament. The interstitial tantrum is one which could suffer been in my `` Time Fuck '' story. It gives a much well-chosen ending.

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My senior prom is memorable in lots of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob.

I 'd rented a limo and got a way at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I 'd been doing a little workplace for local businesses. Installing method of accounting and government agency system of rules, things like that. Though the thing which paid skilful was the tech support once I 'd set up the system.

So I could give to plow up to Jasmine 's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the threshold, `` Good evening Mr Humphries, I 'm here for Jasmine. ``

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

Mr Humphries thought I was a good kid, I had been his star pupil in junior high. He 'd been my cathartic teacher and now I was going to be majoring in physic at Stanford, I was one of his winner. 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 glad 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 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 meter. I guess if we were going to do it, she 'd prefer it be somewhere prophylactic like at home plate. But pop are still Dads.

I 'm moderately sure they did n't know that Jasmine was still a virgin, but I intended to amend that later that dark. We 'd only ever done viva, or other not fucking case of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex best. Jasmine was saving fucking for marriage, that was a point of contention in our religious `` discussions ''. I was pretty certain, with the right atmosphere, I could could sway her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage idea, it had been sounding like a good thought recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right wing atmosphere, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's thinker. He tried to contribute up the depicted object. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to regale Jasmine right. '' He lowered his voice again conspiratorially, `` You do withdraw care ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, but I chose not to respond directly, `` I can promise you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me. '' I put a little more vehemence on my future judgment of conviction, `` 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 idol. I managed to not stare at her boobs, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front of the dress. The dress was strapless, the looker color was a pure subtle dividing line with her pale pelt. She got down the stairs and held out her handwriting, I took it and made to kiss her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up up the makeup. '' Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually did n't bother 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 T. H. White lilies around her articulatio radiocarpea.

'' It 's beautiful. '' She had a white rose in her early hired hand, she threaded through my buttonhole.

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

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

'' You two have fun now. '' Her Mom called after us, she 'd come 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 bring her back safely tomorrow. '' That cobbler's last was partly for her Dad 's benefit.

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, her folk music 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 phone to talk to the 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 posterior on the side. There was a small fridge, well stocked with drink. I was n't too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd add my own supplying anyway. Officially, the prom was dry, in realism, no one got caught. I had a hip flaskful 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 limousine picked me up at my place. Jasmine pushed one, and an opaque sectionalization rose up between us and the driver covering the methamphetamine hydrochloride which was already there. That was a surprise, but now it was secret back there. It was a bummer I could n't do anything about it, Jasmine did n't desire me to mess up up her constitution, or her hair. Her hair's-breadth was more title than usual, it 's smutty, usually it was straight, down to her shoulders. Now it was put up all fancy.

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

She knelt down at my base and reached for my fly. This was really promising, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the constitution, I was n't sure how this was going to figure out. She 'd thought of this already, `` Now, you 've got to keep still, or you 'll mess up up the war paint. And no grabbing my caput, 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 be given 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 hesitant than usual, 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 well. I sighed gently and loosen 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 fourth dimension, it 's hard to say how practically time, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my putz was getting intolerable. This was enceinte, but I was n't going to amount like this, I needed to come. I managed to hold still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to grab hold of her mind and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd have begged to come, but I did n't possess the brain left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd have thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got life-threatening, the sucking got more urgent and her hand came into play, jacking me off at the same clip. 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 step-in, and I 'm totally soaked down there. '' That did it, that pushed me over the bound. 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 universal City foretoken. The prom was at the Hilton across from the Universal studio apartment theme park, half the course was going to be at the green for the good afternoon. There were some narration 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 hanker the blowjob must have took. I never know how long one takes, it 's not something I can think of at the time.

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

She just said, `` I know, it glows under black lightness, that way everyone will know I 'm yours. '' God, that was hot, her saying that. She did pass over 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 input and the panties. I tried to be gallant, chick like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had time. '' I 'd ingest gone down on her and helped with her wet pussycat if we were n't here already. Going down on Jasmine was my second 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 company. I 'm all yours tonight, whatever you want. '' She was going to get me intemperately again like that.

The limousine 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 limousine 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 drive in feeler. He was civilized and said thank you. I do n't know how much he knew of what we got up to back there, I made eye inter-group communication 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 bags. We checked in and went up to the room, I really wanted to skip the prom and get on with affair in the elbow room, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the composition. It did n't aid 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 hard, I 'd make 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 subject it fit us. I did my undecomposed, 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 eventide was helped along by nips from the hip flaskful. Near the end of the evening the decelerate dance 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 way.

In the way, I turned round to lock the door and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about cover it. She shimmied slightly and her nightdress 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 cascade of Prunus persica chiffon around her mortise joint. She was even more stunning out of the dress than in it. I was stunned speechless, motionless.

She crooked her finger's breadth at me, beckoning me tightlipped. I stepped forward and she reached for my tie, I was glad to get rid if it. She tugged at the 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 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 construct it very obvious what she wanted, but had left early pick open. Options I wanted to explore. She was primed and set, I could have made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to sustain this for now, I just teased her lips. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a fingerbreadth into play, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More lingua, another finger's breadth, more tongue, a third finger. I was pumping the digit in and out of her now.

The moans ramped up, it was prison term to nominate my move. I stopped licking, and propped myself up enough to say, `` I could use my shaft instead. ``

'' Yes, yes. '' She moaned.

I had n't expected it to be that tardily, but I was n't going to debate. `` I 'll get a condom. '' I started to get through for my jacket.

'' Do n't worry, I 'm rubber. '' I did n't interrogation that, if I 'd been rational I would have. I loosen my trouser 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 months, but I was n't thinking of that then. Nothing else mattered to me, I was going to get to have it away Jasmine.

Her arms were spread encompassing, her knees were spread all-encompassing, 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 luck that I got inside the ma'am then. I did n't desire to hurt Jasmine, I 'd never need to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her cunt. Lubrication was a thoroughly 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 putz around her clit tough like I would my tongue. The next groan was more like a scream, she was on the sceptre of coming. I could n't depart her like that, so I pressed my cock against her clit. That did it, moans, sidesplitter and wild bucking. She was coming, warm than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her gage to return. Her centre opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 substantiation 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 think there was any question there, `` When you 're ready, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

That did n't sound good, `` What 's ill-timed ? ``

'' I do n't think I can, I 'm blue Tony. '' Her screwing 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. '' red cent, damn, tinker's dam, … ( you get the mind ).

This was the second time she 'd contribute me on and then backed out. The close fourth dimension I did n't respond well. This clock time, I did n't react. I did n't know what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting apprehensive. `` I 'm sorry. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the estimation turns me on so often, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm certain I made comforting disturbance, I do n't retrieve. We lay there for some fourth dimension, 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 ardour truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned round of golf 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 adept to put some life story back in it. It was working. I held her head, that was when I might have `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her cheek. ( I was young and innocuous, I had't come across that idea yet. ) The opinion just pissed me off, she 'd let me eff her like this, but not properly. I fought the whim to ram myself down her pharynx, I could n't hurt her, she did n't require 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 story and continued. Even I could n't stay wild blue yonder or angry while getting a blow 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 proficient 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 hold up few month, I was slipping away from her and she was heroic to keep me. But I ca n't really feel guilty about any sex.

You know the end of the account, we split before going our discriminate mode 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 have proposed and we 'd have 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 repent it them, that 's the just metre I 've regretted making a girl come. Usually if the girl comes, it can only good for me.

about everyone else remembers that prom for different reasonableness. There were the guy rope who managed to swipe onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a clump of my classmate had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between story. Several of my buds had more luck with their girls than I did. The most legendary matter about that Nox was somebody snuck onto the football arena at schoolhouse and used something to burn `` course of study of 86 '' into the sod at the fifty M 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 years later when someone got shot stagnant after a promenade at that hotel. Thank god nothing like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to commend my prom. It made my disappointment picket into insignificance.

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Two hundred yr in the future Lou Latour, director of the temporal role Investigations Institute studied the report on the new timeline after their latest endeavour to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's account was part of the report. The timeline was now back on racecourse, 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 respectable life in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his present, the happiness of the theme they meddled with had not been on his tilt of priorities here. His overwhelming touch was succor, 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 bill. A few sentences changed, changing the vehemence. There were a few insignificant word modification here and there, a few typo come and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The story diverged strongly at that point. Yesterday 's account diverged after `` she was on the verge of coming ''.

Most worrying for Lou though was the story did n't mention the shooting. He 'd have to get mortal to look into if that was a real difference, or just not mentioned. If it was a real difference, was it meaning ?

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my dick around her button hood like I would my knife. The next moan was more like a wow, she was on the verge of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my dick between her rim and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure if that was good or not. Was that passion or painful sensation. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just bonk me ! ``

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

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her senses to riposte. Still gruelling, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her grin was 100 substantiation beauty, god I loved her. I started with some slow gentle poke, a flicker of something passed over her side, doubt ? She 'd just broken one more article of her religion. She sighed and lay back on the bed, clear and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with slow measured diagonal, she sighed and closed her eyes. When the sighs changed to moans I sped up some, then when the moan became screams we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as surd as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to come 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 unadulterated. I did n't think I was going to make it when her next scream was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the management did n't come knocking to recover out who was being murdered.

She came, she spasmed, that was it, I could n't, I did n't take to, hold on any longer. I came. Wow, is coming inside the girl you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the heavens opened and a shaft of light shone down on us, a choir of Angel sang, while the fingerbreadth of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be happy. I was happy to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my book binding, I came to my senses and realised I was lying with my full phase of the moon weight unit on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my arms 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 apologia was for squashing her.

She clung to me, that seemed like a good thing. We were silent like that for a while, but I got the belief something was incorrect. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the matter ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having second mentation about that article of faith.

'' Nothing. '' I 'm pretty sure that was n't on-key. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just substantial happy. '' I knew how she felt, minus the weeping 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 ardour hand truck down there. ``

'' There ca n't be a fire, there 's been no alarm clock. '' 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 often. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped short and knelt on one articulatio genus. I held her hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the eternal rest of my lifetime with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so innate when I said it.

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

After that it was n't all smooth out sailing, but we made it oeuvre. The 400 miles between us at our colleges was nether region, and it could all have been so unlike. We 'd both had back up plans of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their offer was the hebdomad before the prom, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did work on getting a transferral to Berkeley and she managed it for the be year 's autumn after part. We married during the summer break before that, but we were still at Universities which were fifty miles apart. We rented a house in wedlock City, Jasmine could exchange on baronet and I could motor over the nosepiece. I 've come to detest that bridge now. After graduating we both got jobs down in the Valley and set up house there. We 're both so felicitous, life-time could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had similar luck with their girls, though no one else got engaged that day. One other twain did marry later than year, and if you consider the date on the birth announcement for their girl, I think he knocked her up at the prom. Thank god it was actually safety for us, Jasmine got on the anovulatory drug soon after the prom as we continued to fuck like bunnies.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for different rationality. There were the Guy who managed to creep onto the universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their courting for prom. The firetruck was there because a gang of my schoolfellow had wondered how many multitude you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. The most legendary thing about that night was mortal snuck onto the football field at school day and used something to sting `` category of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty cubic yard line. That was still visible for years after. But what I remember is that fuck and the proposal .