This was one of my former musical theme for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW entry, it would have been different, more promenade, less play, no interstitials and without the firstly ending. Also I 'd receive disguised the characters. This is a sequel to my premature CAW debut `` The Essay. '' With the Saami briny characters. The interstitial scene is one which could have been in my `` Time piece of tail '' story. It gives a much glad ending.

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My senior promenade is memorable in lots of room, 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 work for local businesses. Installing accounting and post scheme, matter like that. Though the thing which paid estimable was the tech reinforcement once I 'd put in the organisation.

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

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

Mr Humphries thought I was a skillful kid, I had been his principal pupil in junior 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 sure Jasmine 's folks knew we had sex, though we did n't make it ( too ) obvious, and nil was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at metre. I guess if we were going to do it, she 'd favor it be somewhere safe like at home. But pa are still Dads.

I 'm pretty sure they did n't make out that Jasmine was still a virgin, but I intended to remedy that later that Night. We 'd only ever done oral, or early not fucking types of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex in force. Jasmine was saving fucking for marriage, that was a point of competition in our religious `` discussions ''. I was pretty sure, with the right atmosphere, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that union idea, it had been sounding like a dear thought recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right ambience, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's mind. He tried to bring in up the discipline. `` Now, I 'm trusted you 're going to address Jasmine right. '' He lowered his spokesperson again conspiratorially, `` You do acquire forethought ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, but I chose not to answer directly, `` I can ensure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly dependable with me. '' I put a little Sir Thomas 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 garb showed her off to beau ideal. I managed to not stare at her dope, which looked amazing in the cantilevered movement of the dress. The garb was strapless, the peach tree colouration was a perfective tense elusive contrast with her wan pelt. She got down the stair and held out her bridge player, 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 bother 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 white lilies around her wrist.

'' It 's beautiful. '' She had a White River rose in her other deal, she threaded through my buttonhole.

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

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

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

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

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, her folks waved from the threshold. 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 to verbalize to the driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

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

There were a yoke 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 lieu. Jasmine pushed one, and an opaque partition 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 want me to mess up her makeup, or her hair. Her pilus was more title than common, it 's shameful, 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 wish it. '' That sounded promising.

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

She angle forward and took me into her mouth. I 'd been rapidly hardening since she reached for my fly. Now I was totally toilsome. 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 estimable though, duh ! it 's a blowjob, or course it felt good. I sighed gently and slow down.

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 metre, it 's hard to say how much time, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my tool was getting unbearable. This was neat, but I was n't going to come like this, I needed to make out. I managed to keep still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to grab cargo deck of her principal and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd take in begged to come, but I did n't induce the learning ability left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd have thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got serious, the sucking got more pressing and her hand came into play, jacking me off at the like 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 scoop zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the Universal City preindication. The prom was at the Hilton across from the Universal Studios melodic theme park, half the class was going to be at the parkland for the afternoon. There were some tales told about that later, but we 'd decided 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 long the blowjob must have took. I never know how long one takes, it 's not something I can mean of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a little drop curtain of cum had escaped from the turning point of her oral fissure, she 'd also gotten some in her hair. I mimed wiping the my oral fissure, `` You got some on you, and in you hair. ``

She just said, `` I know, it glows under black brightness, 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 inexperienced person, despite everything we 'd done together, but sometimes she just surprised me. Like with the black light comment and the panties. I tried to be gallant, doll like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had prison term. '' I 'd have gone down on her and helped with her wet pussy if we were n't here already. Going down on Jasmine was my second front-runner thing to do, back only to getting a blowjob from Jasmine. They usually went together, so I was happy.

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

The limo stopped short and then the phone 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 number one wood opened the room access for us. I slipped him a twenty dollar bill as I got out, that was just the tip, I 'd paid for the drive in cash advance. He was civil and said thank you. I do n't know how much he knew of what we got up to back up there, I made eye contact lens and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

The driver opened the proboscis and the bellman took our pocketbook. We checked in and went up to the room, I really wanted to skip the prom and get on with thing in the room, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the makeup. It did n't avail 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 have got 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 respectable, despite the hard on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the commonwealth of her pussy ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by savour from the hip flaskful. Near the end of the evening the slow down dancing started, this time I was allowed to kiss her. She 'd quit 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 bout to mesh the room access and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about covers it. She shimmied slightly and her scrubs slipped down her body, she reached back and undid her strapless bra, so her bosom came into thought. The the apparel slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of peach chiffon around her articulatio talocruralis. She was even more stunning out of the garb than in it. I was stunned speechless, motionless.

She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me close. I stepped forward and she reached for my tie, I was glad to get rid if it. She tugged at the crownwork 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 hands on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd work it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other option open. Options I wanted to research. She was primed and ready, I could take in made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to sustain this for now, I just teased her backtalk. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a finger into period of play, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More spit, another fingerbreadth, to a greater extent tongue, a third finger. I was pumping the finger in and out of her now.

The groan ramped up, it was fourth dimension to make my move. I stopped licking, and propped myself up enough to say, `` I could use my dick instead. ``

'' Yes, yes. '' She moaned.

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

'' Do n't worry, I 'm safety. '' I did n't question that, if I 'd been noetic I would feature. I untie 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 fuck Jasmine.

Her arms were spread spacious, her knees were spread panoptic, she was ready for me. I took position between her legs, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only have it off once before, and it was more through fortune that I got inside the noblewoman then. I did n't want to smart Jasmine, I 'd never need to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her slit. Lubrication was a soundly theme. She moaned loudly, she was liking this. `` Yes, yes. Like that. '' She gasped.

It was like licking her with my shaft, I ran my cock around her clit hood like I would my spit. The next groan was more like a scream, she was on the verge of coming. I could n't leave her like that, so I pressed my dick against her button. That did it, moans, shriek and baseless 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 optic opened slowly and she stretched herself, her grin was 100 substantiation ravisher, 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 gear up, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

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

'' I do n't think I can, I 'm disconsolate Tony. '' Her fucking 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, tinker's damn, damn, … ( you get the idea ).

This was the second time she 'd chair me on and then backed out. The final meter I did n't respond well. This metre, I did n't react. I did n't be intimate what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting care. `` I 'm drear. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the approximation turns me on so practically, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm sure 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 ardour motortruck down there. ``

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

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

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

'' Except, … ''

'' Sorry. '' Yeah, the one affair 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 secure to put some life back in it. It was working. I held her head, that was when I might suffer `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her look. ( I was Pres Young and innocent, I had't come across that estimate yet. ) The thought just pissed me off, she 'd let me fuck her like this, but not properly. I fought the neural impulse to ram myself down her throat, I could n't suffer her, she did n't require me to do that. I felt guilty for thought process of that.

The blowjob was getting to me, `` I 'd better sit down. '' I did, I sat on the sharpness of the bed and Jasmine still kneeling on the flooring and continued. Even I could n't delay wild blue yonder or angry while getting a nose candy job, even in those setting. 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 outdo to be decent to me, and I enjoyed her. Anything I wanted, except what I really wanted. Maybe if I was going to be the flyspeck bit guilty about anything sexual I 'd done. It 'd be for how I used her those last few months, I was slipping away from her and she was desperate to hold me. But I ca n't really feel guilty about any sex.

You know the end of the taradiddle, we split before going our separate room to college, and I met Aimee at Leland Stanford. Sometimes I look back on that day and think what might have got been if I had n't made Jasmine come at that full point and I had got to bang her. I 'd have proposed and we 'd have got 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 take in been different. I did regret it them, that 's the lonesome clock time I 've regretted making a girl come. Usually if the miss comes, it can only good for me.

almost everyone else remembers that prom for different reasons. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a crew of my classmates had wondered how many masses you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between level. Several of my buds had more luck with their lady friend than I did. The most legendary affair about that night was individual snuck onto the football field of view at school and used something to burn `` Class of 86 '' into the greensward at the fifty grounds line. That was still visible for old age 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 soul got shot dead after a prom at that hotel. Thank god nothing like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to think back my prom. It made my dashing hopes pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred years in the futurity Lou Latour, director of the Temporal probe Institute studied the written report on the new timeline after their latest attempt to fix the `` anomalousness ''. Tony 's bill was constituent of the account. The timeline was now back on track, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an important event in the timeline. Now they could do something much more inexpedient, meddle in their own past. Jody, his new girlfriend, was leaning over his shoulder, `` Bummer ! They had such a good life in the old timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his present, the happiness of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his list of priorities here. His overwhelming belief was backup, it looks like they might fix this anomalousness yet. He glanced at the report card from yesterday. He pulled up the diffs between yesterday 's Tony 's business relationship and today 's Tony 's news report. A few sentences changed, changing the vehemence. There were a few insignificant word changes here and there, a few erratum come and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The story diverged strongly at that point. Yesterday 's story 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 enquire if that was a material remainder, or just not mentioned. If it was a real difference, was it pregnant ?

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It was like licking her with my peter, I ran my gumshoe around her clitoris hood like I would my knife. The next groan was more like a scream, she was on the wand of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my dick between her lips and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure if that was in force or not. Was that passion or painful sensation. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again shock at the oral communication pure innocent Jasmine was using, never intellect that my putz was in her kitty. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as toilsome as I could. Thank god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The call went to 11, with groan and idle bucking. She was coming, strong than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her sess to come back. Still hard, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 proof kayo, god I loved her. I started with some sluggish gentle drive, a glint of something passed over her aspect, incertitude ? She 'd just broken one more clause of her religion. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open up and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with slow measured fortuity, she sighed and closed her eyes. When the sighs changed to moan I sped up some, then when the moans became screams we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as laborious as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to come soon, I was going to number soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to withstand on until she came, I wanted this to be perfect. I did n't cerebrate I was going to make it when her following scream was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the direction did n't come 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, check on any longer. I came. Wow, is coming inside the girl you love, as she comes, a misstep. It was like the vault of heaven opened and a light beam of light shone down on us, a choir of holy person sang, while the finger of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be well-chosen. I was happy to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my back, I came to my senses and realised I was lying with my full weight on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my arms and hugged her while rolling over on my backrest. `` 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 affair. We were soundless like that for a while, but I got the feeling something was wrong. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the matter ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having secondment mentation about that article of faith.

'' Nothing. '' I 'm pretty sure that was n't true. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just literal happy. '' I knew how she felt, minus the watchword 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 truck down there. ``

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

'' Yeah. '' That was a whodunit. 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 much. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped unawares and knelt on one knee. I held her hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so cancel when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 cogent evidence smasher grin again. `` Of path 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 work. The 400 knot between us at our colleges was Scheol, and it could all have been so unlike. We 'd both had back up plan of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their pass was the week before the prom, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did work on getting a transference to Berkeley and she managed it for the conform to yr 's autumn quartern. We married during the summer jailbreak before that, but we were still at Universities which were fifty dollar bill miles apart. We rented a home in Union metropolis, Jasmine could commute on baronet and I could drive over the bridge. I 've come to hate that bridgework now. After graduating we both got line down in the Valley and set up household there. We 're both so happy, life could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had similar chance with their girls, though no one else got engaged that day. One former duad did marry later than class, and if you consider the particular date on the nascency proclamation for their daughter, I think he knocked her up at the promenade. Thank god it was actually secure for us, Jasmine got on the pill soon after the promenade as we continued to be intimate like bunnies.

nigh everyone else remembers that prom for unlike rationality. There were the guys who managed to pinch onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their wooing for prom. The firetruck was there because a crew of my class fellow had wondered how many citizenry you could get in an lift, and it got stuck between floors. The most legendary matter about that nighttime was somebody snuck onto the football field at school and used something to sting `` Class of 86 '' into the greensward at the fifty yard line. That was still visible for years after. But what I remember is that screwing and the proposition .