This was one of my other thought for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW entry, it would make been unlike, more promenade, less drama, no interstitials and without the inaugural ending. Also I 'd have disguised the characters. This is a sequel to my former CAW ingress `` The Essay. '' With the Saame primary characters. The interstitial scene is one which could have been in my `` meter Fuck '' story. It gives a much felicitous ending.

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My senior prom is memorable in mickle 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 slight oeuvre for topical anaesthetic business sector. Installing accounting and place systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid scoop was the tech living once I 'd installed the scheme.

So I could afford to wrick up to Jasmine 's in a stretchiness limo. Her dad opened the door, `` well evening Mr Humphries, I 'm here for Jasmine. ``

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting quick. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a piece, so why do n't we have a seat. '' Then he handed the limo driver a bag, `` Here 's her bag. '' It was bad 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 topology pupil in junior in high spirits. He 'd been my cathartic teacher and now I was going to be majoring in Physics at Leland Stanford, I was one of his successes. He approved of me, but he was still a dad, Jasmine 's dad, and I knew he had something on his mind. Jasmine had told me that he had not been happy when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the night. The words `` Dad, I 'm eighteen. '' had been used. We were pretty surely Jasmine 's ethnic music knew we had sex, though we did n't work it ( too ) obvious, and zippo 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 opt it be somewhere dependable like at home. But pappa are still Dads.

I 'm pretty sure they did n't have it off that Jasmine was still a virgin, but I intended to remedy that later that dark. We 'd only ever done oral exam, or other not fucking types of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex honorable. Jasmine was saving fucking for matrimony, that was a degree of arguing in our religious `` discussions ''. I was pretty indisputable, with the rightfield atmospheric state, I could could sway her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage idea, it had been sounding like a good estimate 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 bring up the guinea pig. `` Now, I 'm indisputable you 're going to do by Jasmine right wing. '' He lowered his vocalism again conspiratorially, `` You do take precautions ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my sac, but I chose not to answer directly, `` I can check you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me. '' I put a little more emphasis on my next condemnation, `` We know what we 're doing. '' I do n't jazz 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 apparel showed her off to perfection. I managed to not stare at her boobs, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front of the dress. The apparel was strapless, the peach people of colour was a perfect pernicious contrast with her pallid skin. She got down the steps and held out her hand, I took it and made to snog her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up up the war paint. '' Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually did n't nettle and was pretty, but this made her even prettier.

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

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

I held out my elbow joint, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that credit 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 last was partly for her Dad 's benefit.

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, her kinfolk waved from the door. 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 earphone to talk to the device driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The buns were more like sofas than car seats, we sat on the long can on the side. There was a small fridge, well stocked with drinks. I was n't too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd brought my own supplying anyway. Officially, the prom was dry, in realness, no one got caught. I had a hip flask of vodka and orange.

There were a couple of switches on one side. 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 unintelligible division rose up between us and the driver covering the methamphetamine 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 war paint, or her hair's-breadth. Her hair's-breadth was more style than usual, it 's black, usually it was straight, down to her shoulder. Now it was put up all fancy.

However, Jasmine looked attentive 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 promising, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the composition, I was n't sure how this was going to work. She 'd thought of this already, `` Now, you 've got to keep still, or you 'll mess up the makeup. And no grabbing my headway, you 'll mess up my hair. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her mouthpiece a bit. So none of that.

She tip 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 near a this, but she was more hesitating than usual, must be worrying about the composition. This was n't going to get me off in a precipitation. It felt respectable though, duh ! it 's a blowjob, or course it felt good. 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 prison term, it 's hard to say how lots metre, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my gumshoe was getting intolerable. 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 snap up hold of her head and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd induce begged to come up, but I did n't stimulate the brainiac left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd accept 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 romp, jacking me off at the Lapplander 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 scanty, 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 knockout than I had ever before.

Next I knew, she was sitting beside me, holding my mitt. `` You 'd best zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the Universal city sign. The prom was at the Hilton across from the Universal Studios theme park, half the class was going to be at the parking lot 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 bit to get to here from Jasmine 's so that 's how long the blowjob must have took. I never know how foresightful one takes, it 's not something I can cerebrate of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a small drop of cum had escaped from the turning point of her lip, she 'd also start out 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 igniter, that way everyone will make love I 'm yours. '' God, that was hot, her saying that. She did wipe her oral cavity though.

I still thought of Jasmine as innocent, despite everything we 'd done together, but sometimes she just surprised me. Like with the fatal light comment and the panty. I tried to be gallant, dame 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 favorite affair 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 company. I 'm all yours tonight, whatever you want. '' She was going to get me hard again like that.

The limo stopped shortly and then the headphone 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 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 forward motion. He was cultured and said thank you. I do n't know how much he knew of what we got up to stake there, I made eye link and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

The number one wood opened the bole and the bellhop took our suitcase. We checked in and went up to the room, 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 constitution. 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 give birth done something about that if she had n't walked out the door at that point.

'' We danced all nighttime. '' It 's a cliche, but in this subject 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 twat ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The eventide was helped along by savor from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the slow dance started, this time I was allowed to kiss her. She 'd stopped worrying about the makeup. Eventually we could n't bear it any longer, we slipped out to go to the elbow room.

In the room, I turned round to mesh the door and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about covers it. She shimmied slightly and her robe slipped down her organic structure, she reached back and undo her strapless bra, so her knocker came into horizon. The the apparel slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of peach chiffon around her ankle joint. 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 digit beckoningly. This clip 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 pee-pee it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other pick open. option I wanted to explore. She was primed and gear up, I could have made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to prolong this for now, I just teased her lips. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a finger into gaming, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More natural language, another finger, more glossa, a third finger. I was pumping the fingers in and out of her now.

The moan ramped up, it was clip to make my motion. 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 easy, but I was n't going to fence. `` I 'll get a condom. '' I started to pass on for my jacket.

'' Do n't vex, I 'm rubber. '' I did n't head that, if I 'd been rational I would take. I unmake my trousers and slid them and my underdrawers 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 month, 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 bedcover spacious, her knee joint were cattle farm wide of the mark, she was make for me. I took position between her stage, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only have it off once before, and it was more through luck that I got inside the lady then. I did n't want to hurt Jasmine, I 'd never want to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her slit. Lubrication was a in force estimate. 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 clit hood like I would my tongue. The next moan was more like a scream, she was on the threshold of coming. I could n't provide her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clitoris. That did it, moans, screams and wild bucking. She was coming, stronger than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her locoweed to take back. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 substantiation sweetheart, 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 stop inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

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

'' I do n't think I can, I 'm sorry 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. '' shit, darn, damn, … ( you get the theme ).

This was the indorsement time she 'd lead me on and then backed out. The last time I did n't respond well. This clip, I did n't react. I did n't cognise what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting distressed. `` 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 certain I made comforting randomness, I do n't recall. 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 fervidness, there 's been no alarm. '' Was Jasmine 's observation.

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

I turned round and Jasmine was kneeling on the trading floor. `` 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 outflank to put some life back in it. It was working. I held her caput, that was when I might throw `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her human face. ( I was young and barren, I had't come across that idea yet. ) The sentiment just pissed me off, she 'd let me bang her like this, but not properly. I fought the impulse to ram myself down her pharynx, I could n't spite her, she did n't want me to do that. I felt guilty for thinking of that.

The cock sucking 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 blasphemous or wild 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 rive in the end. Jasmine tried her Charles Herbert Best to be courteous to me, and I enjoyed her. Anything I wanted, except what I really wanted. Maybe if I was going to be the flyspeck bit shamed about anything intimate I 'd done. It 'd be for how I used her those finally few calendar month, I was slipping away from her and she was desperate to keep me. But I ca n't really feel shamefaced about any sex.

You know the end of the story, we split before going our separate style to college, and I met Aimee at Stanford. Sometimes I look back on that day and believe what might have been if I had n't made Jasmine total at that pointedness and I had got to screw her. I 'd have proposed and we 'd have got marital and lived happily ever after in the Valley. I do n't rue it, now. I like the sprightliness that I have now, but it so easily could have been different. I did regret it them, that 's the only prison term I 've regretted making a young lady semen. Usually if the girl comes, it can only good for me.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for unlike reason. There were the Guy who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their lawsuit for prom. The firetruck was there because a bunch of my classmates had wondered how many masses you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. Several of my buds had more chance with their girls than I did. The most legendary thing about that night was somebody snuck onto the football field at schoolhouse and used something to fire `` Class of 86 '' into the sod at the fifty yard melodic line. That was still seeable for yr after. But I remember that blowjob in the limousine. 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 dead after a prom at that hotel. Thank god zilch like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to recollect my prom. It made my disappointment pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred twelvemonth in the future tense Lou Latour, director of the temporal role investigating Institute studied the reputation on the new timeline after their in vogue endeavour to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's account was region of the report. The timeline was now back on rails, 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 times. Jody, his new girlfriend, was leaning over his articulatio humeri, `` Bummer ! They had such a well life story in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his submit, the happiness of the discipline they meddled with had not been on his list of priority here. His overwhelming feeling was relief, 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 account. A few sentences changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few undistinguished word modification here and there, a few typo come and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The storey diverged strongly at that pointedness. Yesterday 's account diverged after `` she was on the verge of coming ''.

near worrying for Lou though was the story did n't mention the shooting. He 'd consume to get individual to investigate if that was a real difference, or just not mentioned. If it was a tangible difference, was it significant ?

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my putz around her clit hoodlum like I would my tongue. The next moan was more like a belly laugh, she was on the verge of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my cock between her lips and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure if that was good or not. Was that Passion of Christ or painful sensation. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just jazz me ! ``

Again jolt at the nomenclature pure innocuous Jasmine was using, never mind that my dick was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as hard as I could. give thanks god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The howler went to 11, with groan and wild 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 pass. Still heavy, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her grin was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. I started with some slow gentle driving force, a flicker of something passed over her brass, doubt ? She 'd just go one Thomas More article of her faith. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with decelerate measured diagonal, she sighed and closed her centre. When the suspiration changed to moan I sped up some, then when the moans became scream we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as hard as I could, she loved every fortuity. She was going to come in 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 perfect. I did n't cogitate I was going to make it when her next riot 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 need to, harbour on any longer. I came. Wow, is coming inside the girlfriend you love, as she comes, a misstep. It was like the Heaven opened and a shaft of tripping shone down on us, a consort of angels sang, while the finger's breadth 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 back, I came to my gage and realised I was lying with my full exercising weight 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 good thing. We were unsounded like that for a while, but I got the flavor something was incorrectly. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the matter ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having second thoughts about that clause 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 rallying cry 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 motortruck down there. ``

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

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

I turned stave and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one articulatio cubiti watching me. She was so beautiful, I loved her so lots. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped short and knelt on one genu. I held her helping hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the ease of my liveliness with you, will you get married me ? '' That sounded so lifelike when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 proof mantrap smile 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 quiet sailing, but we made it work. The 400 miles between us at our colleges was hell, and it could all have been so different. We 'd both had back up plans of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their offer was the hebdomad before the promenade, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did work on getting a transfer to Berkeley and she managed it for the following year 's autumn after part. We married during the summer jailbreak before that, but we were still at Universities which were fifty miles apart. We rented a home in Union City, Jasmine could commute on BART and I could drive over the bridge deck. I 've come to detest that bridge now. After graduating we both got jobs down in the valley and set up menage there. We 're both so felicitous, life could n't be better.

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

nigh everyone else remembers that prom for dissimilar reasons. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the linguistic universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a gang of my classmates had wondered how many masses you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. The most fabled matter about that nighttime was person snuck onto the football orbit at school and used something to glow `` category of 86 '' into the turf at the l G bank line. That was still visible for long time after. But what I remember is that fuck and the proposal .