This was one of my other approximation for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW introduction, it would receive been different, more prom, less play, no interstitials and without the first ending. Also I 'd possess disguised the persona. This is a sequel to my former CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the Saami main fibre. The interstitial setting is one which could sustain been in my `` Time Fuck '' story. It gives a much happier ending.

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My senior prom is memorable in lots of fashion, most memorable to me is the blowjob.

I 'd rented a limo and got a elbow room at the Hilton for our after company. I had some money for this as I 'd been doing a little body of work for local clientele. Installing method of accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the affair which paid intimately was the tech financial support once I 'd installed the system.

So I could give to twist up to Jasmine 's in a reaching limo. Her dad opened the door, `` full 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 place. '' 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 right kid, I had been his superstar pupil in junior highschool. He 'd been my physical science teacher and now I was going to be majoring in Physics at Stanford University, I was one of his winner. 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 well-chosen when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the night. The words `` Dad, I 'm eighteen. '' had been used. We were pretty sure Jasmine 's sept knew we had sex, though we did n't make it ( too ) obvious, and nothing was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at sentence. I guess if we were going to do it, she 'd choose it be somewhere safe like at home. But pa are still Dads.

I 'm pretty sure they did n't know that Jasmine was still a Virgo the Virgin, but I intended to amend that later that night. We 'd only ever done oral, or other not fucking types of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex expert. Jasmine was saving fucking for marriage, that was a point of contention in our spiritual `` treatment ''. I was pretty sure, with the right atmosphere, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage estimate, it had been sounding like a unspoilt idea recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the rightfield ambiance, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's thinker. He tried to bring up the subject. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to care for Jasmine right. '' He lowered his voice again conspiratorially, `` You do aim precautions ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, 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 than emphasis on my adjacent 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 wearing apparel showed her off to perfection. I managed to not stare at her titty, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front of the dress. The dress was strapless, the ravisher colouring was a perfect subtle line with her picket skin. She got down the stairs and held out her hand, I took it and made to kiss her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up up the makeup. '' Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually did n't irritate 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 Edward White rose in her other hand, she threaded through my buttonhole.

I held out my elbow, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that line from some corny 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 derive down the step behind Jasmine.

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

I escorted Jasmine to the limousine, her folks waved from the doorway. 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 earpiece to talk to the driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The seats were more like sofa than car tooshie, we sat on the foresighted seat on the side of meat. There was a diminished fridge, well stocked with drink. I was n't too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd brought my own provision anyway. Officially, the promenade was dry, in realness, no one got caught. I had a hip flask of vodka and orange.

There were a couple of transposition on one English. Jasmine found them, `` What do these do ? ''

'' I dunno. '' I had n't noticed when the limo picked me up at my place. Jasmine pushed one, and an opaque divider rose up between us and the device driver covering the crank 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 makeup, or her hair. Her pilus was more style than common, it 's blackness, usually it was straight, down to her shoulders. Now it was put up all fancy.

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

She knelt down at my feet and reached for my fly. This was really anticipate, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the makeup, I was n't sure as shooting 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 capitulum, you 'll mess up my whisker. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her mouth a bit. So none of that.

She incline forward and took me into her rima oris. I 'd been rapidly hardening since she reached for my fly. Now I was totally arduous. She was honest a this, but she was more hesitant than usual, must be worrying about the constitution. This was n't going to get me off in a rushing. It felt good though, duh ! it 's a cock sucking, or course of instruction it felt good. I sighed gently and slack.

I sighed some more and she kept at it. Yes, this was feeling really respectable, she kept at it. And she still kept at it. Over clip, it 's difficult to say how much time, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure down in my dick was getting unbearable. This was great, but I was n't going to come like this, I needed to come in. I managed to celebrate still, I 'm not surely how, I wanted to grab time lag of her head and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd have begged to arrive, but I did n't have the brain 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 bridge player came into play, jacking me off at the same time. This was going to get me somewhere, and in a hurry. She stopped what she was doing and I groaned. She said to me, `` You know, I 'm not wearing any panties, and I 'm totally soaked down there. '' That did it, that pushed me over the edge. As she took up where she left off, I came in her mouth. I came harder than I had ever before.

Next I knew, she was sitting beside me, holding my hand. `` You 'd best zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the Universal urban center polarity. The prom was at the Hilton across from the linguistic universal Studios radical park, half the course was going to be at the park for the afternoon. There were some narrative 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 minute of arc to get to here from Jasmine 's so that 's how recollective the cock sucking must have took. I never know how hanker one takes, it 's not something I can retrieve of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a minuscule drop-off of cum had escaped from the quoin of her oral fissure, she 'd also gotten some in her tomentum. I mimed wiping the my sass, `` You got some on you, and in you hair. ``

She just said, `` I know, it glows under black lighter, 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 melanise dismount remark and the pantie. I tried to be gallant, biddy like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had time. '' I 'd accept gone down on her and helped with her wet pussycat if we were n't here already. Going down on Jasmine was my second favorite thing to do, second only to getting a cock sucking 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 hard again like that.

The limo stopped dead and then the speech sound 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 ok, 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 overture. He was polite and said thank you. I do n't know how 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 bellboy took our bags. We checked in and went up to the room, I really wanted to skip 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 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 heavily, I 'd give done something about that if she had n't walked out the threshold 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 state of her slit ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by chilliness from the hip flaskful. Near the end of the evening the slow dance started, this sentence 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 room.

In the elbow room, I turned round to lock the room access and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about covers it. She shimmied slightly and her gown slipped down her body, she reached back and untie her strapless bra, so her pinhead came into aspect. The the dress slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of mantrap chiffon around her ankles. She was even more sensational out of the garb 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 time as I approached, she put her hands on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd relieve oneself it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other choice open. selection I wanted to search. She was primed and fix, I could induce 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 gambling, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More spit, another digit, more than tongue, a third gear finger. I was pumping the finger's breadth in and out of her now.

The moan ramped up, it was time 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 argue. `` I 'll get a prophylactic. '' I started to reach for my jacket.

'' Do n't worry, I 'm safe. '' I did n't question that, if I 'd been rational number I would throw. I unwrap my trousers and slid them and my shorts down and off. We were now both naked. Both as turned on as we 'd ever be, and we were going to do it. I 'd been wanting this for months, but I was n't thinking of that then. Nothing else mattered to me, I was going to get to bed Jasmine.

Her blazon were spread wide, her knee joint were bed covering wide, she was ready 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 circumstances that I got inside the Lady then. I did n't want to hurt Jasmine, I 'd never require to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my dick up her slit. Lubrication was a good approximation. She moaned loudly, she was liking this. `` Yes, yes. Like that. '' She gasped.

It was like licking her with my pecker, I ran my prick around her clit tough like I would my tongue. The following moan was more like a scream, she was on the verge of coming. I could n't go forth her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clitoris. That did it, moans, wow and wild bucking. She was coming, inviolable than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her senses to return. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her grin was 100 validation looker, 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 enquiry there, `` When you 're ready, I 'll finish inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

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

'' I do n't imagine I can, I 'm sorry Tony. '' Her fucking faith again.

'' But, but, you wanted me to. '' This was not going well.

'' I did, … I do, … but I ca n't, I 'm sorry. '' shucks, shucks, tinker's dam, … ( you get the idea ).

This was the second fourth dimension she 'd head me on and then backed out. The last time I did n't oppose well. This sentence, I did n't oppose. 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 musical theme turns me on so much, I thought I could, but I ca n't. ``

I hugged her some more. I 'm sure I made comforting noises, I do n't remember. We lay there for some metre, 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 fervidness truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned round and Jasmine was kneeling on the storey. `` 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 back in it. It was working. I held her headspring, that was when I might throw `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her brass. ( I was youthful and innocent, I had't come across that idea yet. ) The thought just pissed me off, she 'd let me fuck her like this, but not properly. I fought the impulsion to ram myself down her throat, I could n't ache her, she did n't want me to do that. I felt shamefaced 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 floor and continued. Even I could n't stay blue or angry 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 split in the end. Jasmine tried her best to be nice to me, and I enjoyed her. Anything I wanted, except what I really wanted. Maybe if I was going to be the tiniest bit shamed about anything sexual I 'd done. It 'd be for how I used her those last few month, I was slipping away from her and she was desperate to keep me. But I ca n't really find 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 cerebrate what might birth been if I had n't made Jasmine do at that point and I had got to get laid her. I 'd have proposed and we 'd have got married and lived happily ever after in the Valley. I do n't regret it, now. I like the life-time that I have now, but it so easily could have been dissimilar. I did regret it them, that 's the lone time I 've regretted making a girl seed. Usually if the girl comes, it can only good for me.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for unlike intellect. There were the bozo who managed to nobble onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their courtship for promenade. 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. Several of my buds had more luck with their girls than I did. The most legendary affair about that night was someone snuck onto the football game field at school and used something to burn down `` Class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty yard credit 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 long time later when someone got shot numb after a promenade at that hotel. Thank god nil like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to commend my prom. It made my disappointment pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred yr in the hereafter Lou Latour, director of the temporal Investigations Institute studied the report card on the new timeline after their later endeavor to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's account was part of the account. The timeline was now back on running, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an of import event in the timeline. Now they could do something much more unwise, meddle in their own past. Jody, his new lady friend, was leaning over his shoulder, `` Bummer ! They had such a goodness life in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his represent, the happiness of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his list of precedence here. His overwhelming look was easement, it looks like they might fix this anomaly yet. He glanced at the theme from yesterday. He pulled up the diffs between yesterday 's Tony 's account and today 's Tony 's history. A few conviction changed, changing the accent. There were a few insignificant Holy Writ modification here and there, a few erratum come and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The report diverged strongly at that point. Yesterday 's account diverged after `` she was on the verge of coming ''.

Most worrying for Lou though was the floor 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 real difference, was it significant ?

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my gumshoe around her clit hood like I would my knife. The following moan was more like a scream, she was on the verge of coming. It was now or never, I nestled my gumshoe between her lips and pushed. Jasmine screamed, I was n't sure as shooting if that was good or not. Was that passion or pain in the ass. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again shock at the language pure innocent Jasmine was using, never judgment that my pecker was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as toilsome as I could. Thank god she 'd blown me in the limousine, or I 'd be coming now. The call went to 11, with moan and wild bucking. She was coming, impregnable than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I paused, I hugged her, waiting for her senses to return. Still tough, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smile was 100 substantiation knockout, god I loved her. I started with some wearisome gentle drive, a flutter of something passed over her face, doubtfulness ? She 'd just pause one more article of her faith. She sighed and lay back on the bed, loose and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with slow measured strokes, she sighed and closed her middle. When the sighs changed to moans I sped up some, then when the moan became yell we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as severe as I could, she loved every stroke. She was going to come soon, I was going to come soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to maintain on until she came, I wanted this to be perfect. I did n't consider I was going to hold it when her following scream was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the management did n't derive 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, throw on any longer. I came. Wow, is coming inside the female child you love, as she comes, a misstep. It was like the firmament opened and a shaft of luminance shone down on us, a choir of angels sang, while the finger of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be glad. I was well-chosen to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my cover, I came to my smoke 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 spinal column. `` 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 matter. We were silent like that for a while, but I got the notion something was wrong. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the issue ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having second thinking about that article of faith.

'' aught. '' I 'm pretty sure that was n't true. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just existent well-chosen. '' I knew how she felt, minus the crying 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 fire truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned unit of ammunition 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 hired hand, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to expend the relaxation of my spirit with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so lifelike when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 substantiation sweetheart smile again. `` Of course I will. '' I jumped back on the bed and hugged her some more. There were Thomas More tears.

After that it was n't all smooth sailing, but we made it employment. The 400 mile between us at our colleges was Hades, and it could all have been so unlike. We 'd both had back up plans of going to Berkeley, but the deadline for accepting their offer was the week before the prom, so we were stuck at Leland Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did body of work on getting a transferral to George Berkeley and she managed it for the following year 's fall tail. We married during the summer break before that, but we were still at Universities which were fifty miles apart. We rented a house in Union city, Jasmine could permute on Bart and I could ride over the bridge deck. I 've come to hate that bridge now. After graduating we both got job down in the Valley and set up family there. We 're both so happy, 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 dyad did marry later than twelvemonth, and if you consider the date on the birth promulgation for their girl, I think he knocked her up at the promenade. Thank god it was actually safety for us, Jasmine got on the pill soon after the promenade as we continued to fuck like bunnies.

near everyone else remembers that prom for dissimilar reasons. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their suit for prom. The firetruck was there because a bunch of my classmates had wondered how many people you could get in an lift, and it got stuck between story. The most legendary matter about that night was someone snuck onto the football subject at schoolhouse and used something to sting `` course of 86 '' into the sward at the fifty pace credit line. That was still visible for years after. But what I remember is that fuck and the marriage proposal .