This was one of my early theme for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW ingress, it would have been different, more prom, less drama, no interstitials and without the first ending. Also I 'd have got disguised the theatrical role. This is a subsequence to my previous CAW unveiling `` The Essay. '' With the Same main graphic symbol. The interstitial vista is one which could have been in my `` sentence Fuck '' floor. It gives a much happier ending.

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My fourth-year prom is memorable in lots of manner, 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 trivial work for local anesthetic business. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid effective was the tech support once I 'd set up the system.

So I could give to turn up to Jasmine 's in a reach limo. Her dad opened the room access, `` Good evening Mr Humphries, I 'm here for Jasmine. ``

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting set up. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a piece, so why do n't we have a bottom. '' Then he handed the limo 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 living room and we sat down.

Mr Humphries thought I was a ripe kid, I had been his star schoolchild in junior high up. He 'd been my aperient teacher and now I was going to be majoring in natural philosophy at Stanford University, I was one of his succeeder. 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 felicitous when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the night. The words `` Dad, I 'm xviii. '' had been used. We were pretty sure Jasmine 's folks knew we had sex, though we did n't make it ( too ) obvious, and naught 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 prefer it be somewhere safe like at home. But Dads are still Dads.

I 'm pretty sure they did n't have it away that Jasmine was still a Virgo the Virgin, but I intended to remedy that later that night. We 'd only ever done viva voce, or other not fucking case of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral examination sex best. Jasmine was saving fucking for marriage, that was a point of rivalry in our religious `` discussions ''. I was pretty for certain, with the right wing aura, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage idea, it had been sounding like a skilful idea recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right atmosphere, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's mind. He tried to fetch up the subject. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to plow Jasmine right wing. '' He lowered his interpreter again conspiratorially, `` You do take precaution ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the trojan in my pocket, but I chose not to answer directly, `` I can assure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me. '' I put a little more emphasis on my next sentence, `` We know what we 're doing. '' I do n't make out 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 paragon. I managed to not gaze at her breast, which looked amazing in the cantilevered battlefront of the frock. The apparel was strapless, the peach colouring material was a perfect pernicious contrast with her pale skin. She got down the stairs and held out her manus, 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 Theodore Harold White lilies around her wrist joint.

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

I held out my cubitus, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that agate line from some platitudinal 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 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 impart her spinal column safely tomorrow. '' That go 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 headphone to babble to the driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The seats were more like sofas than car seating room, we sat on the prospicient seat on the side. There was a belittled fridge, well stocked with drinks. I was n't too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd add 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 brace 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 lieu. Jasmine pushed one, and an opaque partition rose up between us and the driver covering the glassful 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 want me to mess up her constitution, or her pilus. Her fuzz was more styled than usual, it 's disgraceful, usually it was straight, down to her shoulders. Now it was put up all fancy.

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

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

She slant 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 cock sucking, or class it felt good. I sighed gently and relaxed.

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 prison term, it 's difficult to say how a good deal time, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my tool was getting unbearable. This was great, but I was n't going to come like this, I needed to come. I managed to keep still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to snaffle hold of her principal and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd have begged to come, but I did n't experience the brainiac left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd receive thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got serious, the sucking got more urgent and her hand came into shimmer, jacking me off at the same meter. This was going to get me somewhere, and in a hastiness. 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 heavy than I had ever before.

Next I knew, she was sitting beside me, holding my script. `` You 'd best zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the universal City star sign. The prom was at the Hilton across from the linguistic universal studio theme park, half the class was going to be at the Mungo Park for the afternoon. There were some story 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 longsighted the blowjob must get took. I never know how long one takes, it 's not something I can call back of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a small drop of cum had escaped from the corner of her mouth, she 'd also fuck off 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 lighting, that way everyone will recognize I 'm yours. '' God, that was hot, her saying that. She did wipe her sassing 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 sluttish comment and the panties. I tried to be sheik, doll like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had time. '' I 'd have gone down on her and helped with her wet kitty if we were n't here already. Going down on Jasmine was my second preferred thing to do, second 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 party. I 'm all yours tonight, whatever you want. '' She was going to get me intemperate again like that.

The limo stopped little and then the phone buzzed, so I picked it up. It was the device driver asking if we wanted to be dropped off, or should he go around the block again. I told him we were ticket, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The driver opened the threshold for us. I slipped him a XX as I got out, that was just the tip, I 'd paid for the ride in advance. He was polite and said thank you. I do n't screw how often he knew of what we got up to support there, I made eye contact and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

The driver opened the trunk and the bellhop took our bags. We checked in and went up to the way, I really wanted to skip the prom and get on with matter 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 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 let done something about that if she had n't walked out the room access at that point.

'' We danced all night. '' It 's a bromide, but in this casing it fit us. I did my skillful, despite the concentrated on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the state of her pussy ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by Nip from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the slow dances started, this time I was allowed to kiss 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 elbow room, I turned rhythm to lock in the door and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about book binding it. She shimmied slightly and her gown slipped down her body, she reached back and undo 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 peach tree chiffon around her ankles. She was even more daze out of the dress than in it. I was stunned speechless, motionless.

She crooked her fingerbreadth at me, beckoning me snug. 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 beckoningly. This clock time as I approached, she put her hands on top of my head word, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd made it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other option open. Options I wanted to explore. She was primed and ready, I could have made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to protract 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 tongue, another finger, to a greater extent lingua, a tertiary fingerbreadth. I was pumping the fingers in and out of her now.

The moans ramped up, it was time to make my motion. I stopped licking, and propped myself up enough to say, `` I could use my pecker instead. ``

'' Yes, yes. '' She moaned.

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

'' Do n't worry, I 'm safe. '' I did n't query that, if I 'd been rational I would have. I undid my pant and slew them and my boxershorts 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 sex Jasmine.

Her arm were bed covering all-embracing, her knee were spread wide, she was make for me. I took position between her stage, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only make out once before, and it was more through luck that I got inside the lady then. I did n't want to ache Jasmine, I 'd never need to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her puss. Lubrication was a good musical theme. 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 clitoris hood like I would my lingua. The adjacent moan was more like a scream, she was on the sceptre of coming. I could n't get out her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clitoris. That did it, moans, scream 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 center opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 proof 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 make, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

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

'' I do n't recall I can, I 'm sorry Tony. '' Her shag 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, red cent, tinker's dam, … ( you get the idea ).

This was the second clip 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 know what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting worried. `` I 'm sorry. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the idea turns me on so lots, 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 prison term, 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 fervor, 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 story. `` 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 story back in it. It was working. I held her head, that was when I might consume `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her expression. ( I was 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 impetus to ram myself down her throat, I could n't hurt her, she did n't want 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 border of the bed and Jasmine still kneeling on the story and continued. Even I could n't stay blue or wild while getting a snow 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 rive in the end. Jasmine tried her unspoilt to be prissy to me, and I enjoyed her. Anything I wanted, except what I really wanted. Maybe if I was going to be the flyspeck bit shamefaced about anything sexual I 'd done. It 'd be for how I used her those death few calendar 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 story, we split before going our separate ways 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 number at that dot and I had got to fuck her. I 'd hold proposed and we 'd take got hook up with 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 simply time I 've regretted making a girlfriend come. Usually if the girl comes, it can only good for me.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for different reasons. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the universal joint backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their lawsuit for prom. The firetruck was there because a gang of my classmates had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between level. Several of my buds had more fortune with their girls than I did. The most legendary matter about that Night was person snuck onto the football game field at school and used something to burn `` Class of 86 '' into the sward at the l grand line. That was still seeable 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 days later when someone got shot dead after a prom at that hotel. Thank god nothing like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to remember my prom. It made my disappointment pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred years in the future Lou Latour, director of the Temporal Investigations Institute studied the report card on the new timeline after their former attempt to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's accounting was region of the report. The timeline was now back on track, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an important consequence in the timeline. Now they could do something much more unwise, meddle in their own past times. Jody, his new lady friend, was leaning over his berm, `` Bummer ! They had such a good aliveness in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his show, the happiness of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his list of priorities here. His overwhelming feeling was relief, it looks like they might fix this unusual person yet. He glanced at the report from yesterday. He pulled up the diffs between yesterday 's Tony 's account and today 's Tony 's account. A few condemnation changed, changing the vehemence. There were a few insignificant word variety here and there, a few typos 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 sceptre of coming ''.

most worrying for Lou though was the story did n't mention the shooting. He 'd have to get someone to look into if that was a real difference of opinion, or just not mentioned. If it was a really difference, was it significant ?

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my pecker around her clit hood like I would my glossa. The next moan was more like a scream, she was on the verge of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my dick between her lips and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't indisputable if that was near or not. Was that passion or pain in the neck. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just get it on me ! ``

Again shock at the linguistic communication pure innocent Jasmine was using, never mind that my peter was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as concentrated 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 wild bucking. She was coming, substantial than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her green goddess to render. Still hard, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 substantiation beauty, god I loved her. I started with some slow gentle thrusts, a flicker of something passed over her face, doubt ? She 'd just broken one more clause of her religion. She sighed and lay back on the bed, assailable and vulnerable. `` Fuck me More. ``

I did. Starting with dull measured slash, she sighed and closed her centre. When the suspiration changed to moan I sped up some, then when the groan became screech we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as voiceless as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to do soon, I was going to make out soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to hold on until she came, I wanted this to be utter. I did n't think I was going to build it when her next riot was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the direction did n't come 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 longer. I came. Wow, is coming inside the girl you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the heavens opened and a jibe of light shone down on us, a consort of angels 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 spinal column, I came to my senses and realised I was lying with my full weight unit on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my arms and hugged her while rolling over on my rear. `` 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 unsounded like that for a while, but I got the touch sensation 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 indorsement idea about that article of faith.

'' nix. '' I 'm jolly sure that was n't honest. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just real 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 truck 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 rung 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 short and knelt on one knee. I held her handwriting, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to expend the rest of my life history with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so natural when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 proof knockout smiling again. `` Of class 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 sailing, but we made it study. The 400 miles between us at our colleges was infernal region, and it could all have been so different. We 'd both had back up program of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their offer was the week before the prom, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did oeuvre on getting a conveyance to Berkeley and she managed it for the next yr 's autumn quarter. We married during the summer gap before that, but we were still at Universities which were L miles apart. We rented a theatre in Union City, Jasmine could convert on BART and I could drive over the bridge. I 've come to hate that nosepiece now. After graduating we both got business down in the Valley and set up house there. We 're both so glad, life could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had standardised luck with their girls, though no one else got engaged that day. One early twain did marry later than yr, and if you consider the date 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 anovulatory drug soon after the prom as we continued to do it like bunnies.

to the highest degree everyone else remembers that prom for different reasons. There were the guys who managed to filch onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their case for prom. The firetruck was there because a bunch of my schoolmate had wondered how many citizenry you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. The most legendary thing about that night was someone snuck onto the football field at school day and used something to cauterize `` Class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty M line. That was still seeable for long time after. But what I remember is that fuck and the proposal .