This was one of my other ideas for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW accounting entry, it would receive been different, more prom, less drama, no interstitials and without the 1st ending. Also I 'd have disguised the characters. This is a sequel to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the same master characters. The interstitial fit is one which could have been in my `` Time Fuck '' story. It gives a much happier ending.

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My elder prom is memorable in band of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob.

I 'd rented a limo and got a elbow room at the Hilton for our after political party. I had some money for this as I 'd been doing a little piece of work for local business. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the matter which paid best was the tech support once I 'd put in the organization.

So I could afford to reverse up to Jasmine 's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, `` in effect even Mr Humphries, I 'm here for Jasmine. ``

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting ready. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a while, so why do n't we have a place. '' Then he handed the limo driver a bag, `` Here 's her bag. '' It was bounteous 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 good kid, I had been his star pupil in junior high-pitched. He 'd been my purgative teacher and now I was going to be majoring in physic at Stanford, I was one of his successes. He approved of me, but he was still a dad, Jasmine 's dad, and I knew he had something on his mind. Jasmine had told me that he had not been happy when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the dark. The words `` Dad, I 'm eighteen. '' had been used. We were pretty sure Jasmine 's kinsfolk knew we had sex, though we did n't take it ( too ) obvious, and naught was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at fourth dimension. 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 know 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 eccentric of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex full. Jasmine was saving fucking for spousal relationship, that was a power point of contention in our religious `` discussions ''. I was pretty sure, with the right wing standard pressure, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that matrimony idea, it had been sounding like a good idea recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right atm, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's mind. He tried to bring up the depicted object. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to treat Jasmine rightfulness. '' He lowered his vocalism again conspiratorially, `` You do guide precautions ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Dardanian 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 succeeding 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 frock showed her off to perfection. I managed to not gaze at her dummy, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front of the wearing apparel. The dress was strapless, the peach coloration was a perfect subtle contrast with her picket peel. She got down the stairs and held out her paw, I took it and made to kiss her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up up the composition. '' 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 radiocarpal joint.

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

I held out my articulatio cubiti, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that line from some bromidic TV appearance 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 edition of fun. `` Thank you Mrs Humphries. '' I called back to her. `` I 'll land her back safely tomorrow. '' That last was partly for her Dad 's benefit.

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, her kinsfolk waved from the threshold. We got in the limo, there was blank for about ten of us in there, but there were only the two of us. I picked up the phone to speak to the number one wood, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limousine impressed. The seats were more like lounge than car seats, we sat on the tenacious keister on the position. There was a small fridge, well stocked with drinkable. 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 realness, no one got caught. I had a hip flask of vodka and orange.

There were a duo of substitution on one side. 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 unintelligible partition rose up between us and the driver covering the glass which was already there. That was a surprise, but now it was individual back there. It was a bummer I could n't do anything about it, Jasmine did n't need me to mess up her makeup, or her hair. Her whisker was more style than usual, it 's total darkness, usually it was straight, down to her shoulder joint. Now it was put up all fancy.

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

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

She be given forward and took me into her oral fissure. 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 common, must be worrying about the makeup. This was n't going to get me off in a rushing. It felt well though, duh ! it 's a blowjob, or course it felt in effect. I sighed gently and relaxed.

I sighed some more and she kept at it. Yes, this was feeling really skillful, she kept at it. And she still kept at it. Over time, it 's difficult to say how often clock time, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The force per unit area down in my dick was getting unbearable. This was nifty, but I was n't going to come like this, I needed to number. I managed to keep still, I 'm not for certain how, I wanted to grab keep of her head and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd have begged to total, but I did n't have the head left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd have thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got grave, the sucking got more urgent and her mitt came into play, jacking me off at the Same prison term. 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 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 signaling. The prom was at the Hilton across from the universal joint studio apartment root word common, half the stratum was going to be at the park for the afternoon. There were some tales told about that later, but we 'd make up one's mind 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 recollective the blowjob must ingest took. I never know how farseeing 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 mouth, she 'd also bewilder some in her pilus. I mimed wiping the my mouth, `` You got some on you, and in you hair. ``

She just said, `` I know, it glows under sinister light source, that way everyone will hump I 'm yours. '' God, that was hot, her saying that. She did pass over her oral cavity 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 scuttlebutt and the step-in. I tried to be gallant, chicks like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had time. '' 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 favorite matter to do, indorse only to getting a blowjob from Jasmine. They usually went together, so I was happy.

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

The limo stopped short and then the earpiece buzzed, so I picked it up. It was the driver asking if we wanted to be dropped off, or should he go around the occlusion again. I told him we were all right, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The driver opened the room access for us. I slipped him a twenty as I got out, that was just the tip, I 'd paid for the ride in advance. He was civilized and said thank you. I do n't know how very 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 trunk and the bellhop took our bagful. We checked in and went up to the elbow room, I really wanted to skip the prom and get on with things in the room, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the physical composition. It did n't help when she said, `` You 'll induce 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 done something about that if she had n't walked out the door at that point.

'' We danced all night. '' It 's a cliche, but in this case it fit us. I did my best, despite the hard on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the DoS of her cunt ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by piquance from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the decelerate dances started, this meter 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 way, I turned rhythm to lock the door and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about cover version it. She shimmied slightly and her gown slipped down her body, she reached back and undid her strapless bra, so her boobs came into view. The the dress slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a 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 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 metre as I approached, she put her hired man on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd get it very obvious what she wanted, but had left former options open. Options 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 brim. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a digit into play, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More tongue, another finger, more tongue, a third finger's breadth. I was pumping the digit in and out of her now.

The moans ramped up, it was time 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 sluttish, but I was n't going to indicate. `` I 'll get a condom. '' I started to reach for my jacket.

'' Do n't interest, I 'm safe. '' I did n't question that, if I 'd been rational number I would have. I undo my pant and skid 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 bonk Jasmine.

Her sleeve were outspread wide, her knee were spread wide-eyed, she was cook for me. I took position between her legs, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only fucked once before, and it was more through fortune that I got inside the lady then. I did n't want to hurt Jasmine, I 'd never desire to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her slit. Lubrication was a good idea. She moaned loudly, she was liking this. `` Yes, yes. Like that. '' She gasped.

It was like licking her with my gumshoe, I ran my pecker around her clit punk like I would my lingua. 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 clit. That did it, moans, riot and raving mad bucking. She was coming, stronger than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her sentience to return. Her centre opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 test copy 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 dubiousness there, `` When you 're ready, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

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

'' I do n't remember I can, I 'm sorry Tony. '' Her piece of tail 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, tinker's damn, damn, … ( you get the melodic theme ).

This was the second fourth dimension she 'd lead me on and then backed out. The last time I did n't respond well. This time, I did n't oppose. I did n't bed what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting upset. `` I 'm sorry. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the musical theme turns me on so much, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm sure enough 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 hand truck down there. ``

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

'' Yeah. '' That was a secret. 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 beneficial to put some life back in it. It was working. I held her mind, that was when I might get `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her cheek. ( I was young and innocent, I had't come across that approximation yet. ) The thought just pissed me off, she 'd let me have it away her like this, but not properly. I fought the impulse to ram myself down her throat, I could n't hurt 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 floor and continued. Even I could n't stick around blue or angry while getting a blow job, even in those lot. 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 best to be squeamish 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 cobbler's last few calendar month, I was slipping away from her and she was despairing to hold me. But I ca n't really experience guilty about any sex.

You know the end of the story, we split before going our sort manner to college, and I met Aimee at Stanford University. Sometimes I look back on that day and retrieve what might have been if I had n't made Jasmine come at that full stop and I had got to fuck her. I 'd let proposed and we 'd possess got get hitched with and lived happily ever after in the Valley. I do n't repent it, now. I like the aliveness that I have now, but it so easily could have been different. I did regret it them, that 's the only sentence I 've regretted making a little girl seed. Usually if the young lady comes, it can only good for me.

virtually everyone else remembers that prom for dissimilar understanding. There were the guy 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 caboodle of my schoolfellow had wondered how many people you could get in an lift, and it got stuck between floors. Several of my buds had more lot with their missy than I did. The most legendary affair about that night was individual snuck onto the football game field at school and used something to burn down `` Class of 86 '' into the greensward at the l yard product 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 individual got shot dead after a prom at that hotel. Thank god goose egg like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to think back my prom. It made my disappointment pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred old age in the future Lou Latour, director of the temporal role probe Institute studied the paper on the new timeline after their latest attempt to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's explanation was part of the composition. The timeline was now back on track, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an important outcome in the timeline. Now they could do something much more unwise, meddle in their own yesteryear. Jody, his new girlfriend, was leaning over his berm, `` Bummer ! They had such a proficient 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 tilt of priorities here. His overwhelming smell was succour, 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 account and today 's Tony 's accounting. A few judgment of conviction changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few insignificant word modification here and there, a few literal seed and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The story diverged strongly at that point. Yesterday 's business relationship diverged after `` she was on the brink of coming ''.

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

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my dick around her button bonnet like I would my spit. The next moan was more like a screeching, she was on the brink of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my gumshoe between her lips and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure enough if that was in force or not. Was that passionateness or pain in the neck. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again jar at the language pure innocent Jasmine was using, never creative thinker that my cock was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as laborious as I could. thank god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The screams went to 11, with moan and raving mad bucking. She was coming, potent than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her locoweed to pass. Still hard, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her grinning was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. I started with some slow gentle push, a waver of something passed over her expression, doubt ? She 'd just better one more article of her faith. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open and vulnerable. `` Fuck me Sir Thomas More. ``

I did. Starting with slow measured strokes, she sighed and closed her eyes. When the suspiration changed to groan I sped up some, then when the groan became belly laugh we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as hard as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to hail soon, I was going to add up soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to hold on until she came, I wanted this to be perfect. I did n't think I was going to stool it when her succeeding scream was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the management 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 involve to, hold on any foresighted. I came. Wow, is coming inside the young lady you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the celestial sphere opened and a shaft of brightness shone down on us, a choir of angels sang, while the finger's breadth of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be happy. I was felicitous to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my back, I came to my grass and realised I was lying with my full weighting 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 excuse was for squashing her.

She clung to me, that seemed like a well matter. We were silent like that for a while, but I got the notion something was ill-timed. 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 passably sure that was n't confessedly. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just real glad. '' I knew how she felt, minus the yell 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 fervor truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned unit of ammunition and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one human elbow watching me. She was so beautiful, I loved her so much. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped inadequate and knelt on one human knee. I held her hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the residuum of my life with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so natural when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 test copy knockout smiling again. `` Of grade 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 hell, and it could all have been so unlike. We 'd both had back up programme of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their pass was the calendar week before the prom, so we were stuck at Leland Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did body of work on getting a transport to Berkeley and she managed it for the adopt year 's autumn fourth part. We married during the summer break before that, but we were still at Universities which were L miles apart. We rented a firm in uniting City, Jasmine could commute on baronet and I could labor over the bridge. I 've come to detest that bridge now. After graduating we both got Job down in the valley and set up home there. We 're both so well-chosen, life could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had similar hazard with their young lady, though no one else got engaged that day. One other couple did marry later than year, and if you consider the appointment on the birth announcement for their girl, I think he knocked her up at the prom. Thank god it was actually condom for us, Jasmine got on the oral contraceptive soon after the prom as we continued to hump like bunnies.

near everyone else remembers that prom for different reasons. There were the guy cable 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 bunch of my classmates had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between story. The most legendary thing about that nighttime was someone snuck onto the football line of business at school and used something to burn `` Class of 86 '' into the greensward at the 50 yard line of credit. That was still visible for eld after. But what I remember is that fuck and the proposal of marriage .