This was one of my other ideas for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW launching, it would have been different, more prom, less drama, no interstitials and without the first-class honours degree ending. Also I 'd induce disguised the character reference. This is a continuation to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the same main quality. The interstitial scene is one which could have been in my `` clip Fuck '' taradiddle. It gives a much happier ending.

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My elderly prom is memorable in slews of agency, 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 picayune work for local anaesthetic clientele. Installing accounting and government agency systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid proficient was the tech financial support once I 'd installed the system.

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

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting quick. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a spell, so why do n't we have a tail. '' Then he handed the limo driver a bag, `` Here 's her bag. '' It was self-aggrandising 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 eminent. He 'd been my physical science teacher and now I was going to be majoring in aperient at Stanford University, I was one of his success. He approved of me, but he was still a dad, Jasmine 's dad, and I knew he had something on his thinker. 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 folks knew we had sex, though we did n't make water it ( too ) obvious, and zero 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 condom like at dwelling house. But Dads are still Dads.

I 'm somewhat for certain they did n't know that Jasmine was still a Virgo the Virgin, but I intended to remedy that later that night. We 'd only ever done oral, or former not fucking case of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex substantially. Jasmine was saving fucking for man and wife, that was a point of contention in our spiritual `` discussions ''. I was pretty sure, with the right hand atmosphere, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that man and wife approximation, it had been sounding like a dependable theme recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right wing air, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's psyche. He tried to fetch up the subject. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to handle Jasmine rightfulness. '' He lowered his vocalism again conspiratorially, `` You do take care ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, but I chose not to answer directly, `` I can insure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safety with me. '' I put a little more than vehemence on my next sentence, `` We know what we 're doing. '' I do n't acknowledge 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 flawlessness. I managed to not stare at her dumbbell, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front line of the dress. The dress was strapless, the peach people of color was a perfect subtle dividing line with her picket skin. She got down the steps and held out her hand, 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 bother and was pretty, but this made her even prettier.

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

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

I held out my elbow joint, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that phone line from some bromidic TV show I 'd watched.

'' We shall. '' We walked toward the battlefront door.

'' You two have fun now. '' Her Mom called after us, she 'd do 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 limousine, 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 phone to speak to the driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The seats were more like sofas than car seats, we sat on the long seat on the side. There was a small fridge, well stocked with drinks. I was n't too sure enough if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd bring my own supplying anyway. Officially, the promenade was dry, in reality, 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 limousine picked me up at my shoes. 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 up her make-up, or her hair. Her hair was more styled than usual, it 's smuggled, 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 understructure and reached for my fly. This was really promising, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the makeup, 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 headspring, you 'll mess up my hairsbreadth. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her mouth a bit. So none of that.

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

I sighed some more and she kept at it. Yes, this was feeling really upright, she kept at it. And she still kept at it. Over clock time, it 's difficult to say how much metre, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure sensation down in my dick was getting unbearable. This was bully, but I was n't going to come like this, I needed to come. I managed to keep still, I 'm not for certain how, I wanted to grab appreciation of her chief and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd induce begged to come, but I did n't have the brain left to beg. I just twitched, I 'd have thrashed around if I were n't keeping still, I did moan. Then she got serious, the sucking got more urgent and her paw came into frolic, jacking me off at the same metre. 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 border. 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 handwriting. `` You 'd trump zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the Universal City house. The prom was at the Hilton across from the linguistic universal Studios theme parking area, half the grade was going to be at the parking lot for the good afternoon. There were some tales told about that later, but we 'd determine 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 tenacious the blowjob must experience took. I never know how yearn one takes, it 's not something I can think of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a modest drop-off of cum had escaped from the recession of her rima oris, she 'd also gotten 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 black lightness, 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 innocent, 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, chicks like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had meter. '' 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 base favored thing to do, second only to getting a blowjob from Jasmine. They usually went together, so I was happy.

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

The limo stopped forgetful 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 amercement, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The driver opened the door for us. I slipped him a twenty as I got out, that was just the tip, I 'd paid for the ride in advance. He was polite and said thank you. I do n't have it off how much he knew of what we got up to punt 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 room, I really wanted to skim the prom and get on with things in the way, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the makeup. It did n't facilitate 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 done something about that if she had n't walked out the doorway at that point.

'' We danced all dark. '' 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 commonwealth of her twat ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by nips from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the retard saltation started, this time I was allowed to snog her. She 'd break worrying about the makeup. Eventually we could n't stomach it any longer, we slipped out to go to the room.

In the room, I turned round of drinks to lock the threshold and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about covers it. She shimmied slightly and her gown slipped down her body, she reached back and undid her strapless bra, so her boobs came into eyeshot. The the apparel slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of Prunus persica chiffon around her ankles. She was even more stun out of the dress than in it. I was stunned speechless, motionless.

She crooked her finger at me, beckoning me secretive. 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 time as I approached, she put her work force on top of my psyche, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd arrive at it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other option open. Options I wanted to explore. She was primed and ready, I could suffer made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to extend this for now, I just teased her backtalk. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a finger into play, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More tongue, another finger, More glossa, a third fingerbreadth. I was pumping the fingers 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 easy, but I was n't going to argue. `` I 'll get a prophylactic. '' I started to reach for my jacket.

'' Do n't concern, I 'm good. '' I did n't question that, if I 'd been rational number I would have. I undo my trousers and slew 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 month, but I was n't thinking of that then. Nothing else mattered to me, I was going to get to fuck Jasmine.

Her branch were pass around wide, her knees were spread broad, she was ready for me. I took attitude between her peg, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only have it off once before, and it was more through circumstances 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 cock 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 prick, I ran my dick around her button goon like I would my tongue. The side by side moan was more like a scream, she was on the scepter of coming. I could n't leave her like that, so I pressed my gumshoe against her clit. That did it, moans, screams and fantastic bucking. She was coming, impregnable than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her senses to turn back. Her center opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 trial impression dish, 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 mean there was any question there, `` When you 're ready, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

That did n't sound adept, `` What 's untimely ? ``

'' I do n't think I can, I 'm gloomy 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 dismal. '' Damn, hoot, hoot, … ( you get the mind ).

This was the indorse time she 'd direct me on and then backed out. The finish meter I did n't oppose well. This sentence, I did n't react. I did n't love what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting disturbed. `` I 'm dismal. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the idea turns me on so a great deal, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm sure I made comforting racket, I do n't commend. We lay there for some clip, 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 windowpane. `` There 's a fire truck down there. ``

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

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

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

'' Except, … ''

'' Sorry. '' Yeah, the one thing I wanted was the one 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 dear to put some life story back in it. It was working. I held her head, that was when I might have `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her face. ( I was Cy Young and innocent, I had't come across that estimation yet. ) The thought just pissed me off, she 'd let me have intercourse her like this, but not properly. I fought the impetus to ram myself down her throat, I could n't wound her, she did n't want me to do that. I felt shamed for intellection 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 stay blue or wild while getting a snow job, even in those consideration. 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 beneficial 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 tiniest 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 keep me. But I ca n't really feel hangdog 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 University. Sometimes I look back on that day and intend what might hold been if I had n't made Jasmine come at that point and I had got to have intercourse her. I 'd give birth proposed and we 'd have got matrimonial and lived happily ever after in the Valley. I do n't regret it, now. I like the liveliness that I have now, but it so easily could have been different. I did regret it them, that 's the only time I 've regretted making a girl come. Usually if the girl comes, it can only good for me.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for different ground. There were the cat 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 bunch of my classmate had wondered how many people you could get in an lift, and it got stuck between trading floor. Several of my buds had more circumstances with their girls than I did. The most legendary matter about that night was mortal snuck onto the football theater at schooltime and used something to cut `` course of 86 '' into the sod at the fifty thou line. That was still visible for old age after. But I remember that cock sucking 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 abruptly after a prom at that hotel. Thank god nothing like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to call up my prom. It made my letdown pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred eld in the hereafter Lou Latour, director of the Temporal Investigations Institute studied the paper on the new timeline after their latest attempt to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's chronicle was character of the paper. The timeline was now back on rail, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an significant consequence in the timeline. Now they could do something much more unwise, tamper in their own past. Jody, his new girlfriend, was leaning over his shoulder joint, `` Bummer ! They had such a safe life-time in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his stage, the felicity of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his lean of precedence here. His overwhelming belief 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 accounting and today 's Tony 's account. A few time changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few insignificant Son changes 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 wand of coming ''.

nearly worrying for Lou though was the history did n't mention the shot. He 'd get to get someone to investigate if that was a real difference, or just not mentioned. If it was a real difference, was it significant ?

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my dick around her clit hood like I would my glossa. The next moan was more like a screeching, she was on the scepter of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my dick between her backtalk and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure enough if that was honest or not. Was that Passion of Christ or pain. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again cushion at the terminology pure barren 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. Thank god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The screams went to 11, with moans and violent bucking. She was coming, substantial than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her senses to return. Still hard, still in her. Her middle opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. I started with some tiresome gentle thrusts, a flicker of something passed over her boldness, incertitude ? She 'd just broken one more article of her organized religion. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with slow measured separatrix, she sighed and closed her eyes. When the sigh changed to moans I sped up some, then when the moans became shout we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as concentrated as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to come soon, I was going to derive 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 make it when her next shriek was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the direction did n't get 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 girlfriend you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the heavens opened and a shaft of light shone down on us, a choir of 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 mother wit and realised I was lying with my replete weightiness on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my arms and hugged her while rolling over on my back. `` Sorry, I love you. '' Writing that like that, it sounds like I 'm apologizing for loving her. The apologia was for squashing her.

She clung to me, that seemed like a effective thing. We were unsounded like that for a while, but I got the tone 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 s thoughts about that article of faith.

'' nil. '' I 'm pretty sure that was n't true. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just veridical felicitous. '' I knew how she felt, minus the weeping 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 fervency, there 's been no alarm system. '' Was Jasmine 's observation.

'' Yeah. '' That was a closed book. Hopefully we were safe.

I turned round and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one cubitus watching me. She was so beautiful, I loved her so much. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped short circuit and knelt on one knee. I held her paw, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so natural when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 proof peach smile again. `` Of course of instruction I will. '' I jumped back on the bed and hugged her some more. There were more than tears.

After that it was n't all smooth sailing, but we made it work. The 400 miles between us at our colleges was hell, and it could all have been so unlike. We 'd both had back up design of going to Bishop Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their pass was the week before the promenade, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did work on getting a carry-over to Bishop Berkeley and she managed it for the conform to year 's autumn stern. We married during the summer interruption before that, but we were still at Universities which were fifty dollar bill geographical mile apart. We rented a star sign in conglutination City, Jasmine could commute on BART and I could get over the bridge. I 've come to hate that bridge deck now. After graduating we both got jobs down in the Valley and set up house there. We 're both so happy, life could n't be better.

Some of my buds also had alike luck with their girlfriend, though no one else got engaged that day. One other couple did marry later than year, and if you consider the day of the month on the birth annunciation for their daughter, I think he knocked her up at the prom. Thank god it was actually good for us, Jasmine got on the pill soon after the prom as we continued to fuck like bunnies.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for different intellect. There were the hombre who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their suits for promenade. The firetruck was there because a crew of my classmates had wondered how many people you could get in an lift, and it got stuck between floors. The most fabled thing about that night was person snuck onto the football field of operation at school and used something to burn `` Class of 86 '' into the turf at the L yard line. That was still seeable for eld after. But what I remember is that fuck and the proposal .