This was one of my other approximation for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW debut, it would give been different, more prom, less drama, no interstitials and without the initiatory ending. Also I 'd have disguised the characters. This is a sequel to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the Lapplander main characters. The interstitial fit is one which could have been in my `` Time piece of tail '' narrative. It gives a much happier ending.

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My elderly prom is memorable in stacks 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 little work for local businesses. Installing account and position organisation, matter like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech financial support once I 'd installed the system.

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

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting make. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a spell, so why do n't we have a keister. '' Then he handed the limo driver a bag, `` Here 's her bag. '' It was gravid than I imagined needing for an overnight. The driver took the bag, and Mr Humphries showed me into the support room and we sat down.

Mr Humphries thought I was a proficient kid, I had been his star pupil in third-year high. He 'd been my physics teacher and now I was going to be majoring in Physics 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 glad when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the night. The words `` Dad, I 'm XVIII. '' had been used. We were pretty certainly Jasmine 's folks knew we had sex, though we did n't earn it ( too ) obvious, and nada was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at metre. I guess if we were going to do it, she 'd choose it be somewhere safety like at home. But pa are still Dads.

I 'm somewhat 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 former not fucking eccentric of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the unwritten sex best. Jasmine was saving fucking for spousal relationship, that was a point of contention in our religious `` discourse ''. I was pretty sure, with the rightfield atm, I could could persuade her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage idea, it had been sounding like a good mind recently. I was considering maybe proposing, so with the right hand ambiance, I might be persuaded.

Sex was what was on her Dad 's idea. He tried to bring up the case. `` Now, I 'm sure as shooting you 're going to plow Jasmine right hand. '' He lowered his voice again conspiratorially, `` You do take precautions ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Dardanian in my air hole, but I chose not to do directly, `` I can assure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me. '' I put a little more than emphasis on my next 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 stare at her knocker, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front of the frock. The frock was strapless, the peach color was a hone subtle contrast with her sick skin. She got down the stair and held out her deal, I took it and made to osculate her, but she backed off. `` You 'll mess up up the makeup. '' Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually did n't rag 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 white rose in her other hand, she threaded through my buttonhole.

I held out my human 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 do down the stair behind Jasmine.

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

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, her folks waved from the door. We got in the limousine, there was quad for about ten of us in there, but there were only the two of us. I picked up the speech sound to sing to the driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The posterior were more like sofas than car derriere, we sat on the yearn seat on the side. There was a small electric refrigerator, well stocked with drinks. I was n't too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I 'd land my own supply anyway. Officially, the promenade was dry, in reality, no one got caught. I had a hip flaskful 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 plaza. Jasmine pushed one, and an unintelligible partition rose up between us and the driver covering the looking 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 her makeup, or her hair. Her hair was more style than common, it 's dark, usually it was straight, down to her shoulders. Now it was put up all fancy.

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

She knelt down at my substructure 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 certain how this was going to sour. She 'd thought of this already, `` Now, you 've got to restrain still, or you 'll mess up up the makeup. And no grabbing my top dog, you 'll mess up my tomentum. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her mouth a bit. So none of that.

She angle forward and took me into her sass. I 'd been rapidly hardening since she reached for my fly. Now I was totally hard. She was dependable a this, but she was more hesitating than usual, must be worrying about the makeup. This was n't going to get me off in a hurry. It felt good though, duh ! it 's a cock sucking, or row it felt good. I sighed gently and loose.

I sighed some more and she kept at it. Yes, this was feeling really in effect, she kept at it. And she still kept at it. Over time, it 's hard to say how lots meter, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The pressure level down in my dick was getting unbearable. This was great, but I was n't going to make out like this, I needed to fall. I managed to sustain still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to grab clutches of her chief and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd get begged to occur, but I did n't have the mind 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 handwriting came into caper, 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 step-in, 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 sassing. I came intemperately than I had ever before.

Next I knew, she was sitting beside me, holding my paw. `` You 'd scoop zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the universal urban center signaling. The prom was at the Hilton across from the Universal studio apartment theme park, half the class was going to be at the park for the afternoon. There were some tales told about that later, but we 'd settle 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 cock sucking must have took. I never know how foresighted one takes, it 's not something I can remember of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a small bead of cum had escaped from the corner of her sassing, she 'd also get under one's skin 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 light, that way everyone will know I 'm yours. '' God, that was hot, her saying that. She did pass over 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 grim clear comment and the panties. I tried to be proud, chicks like that. `` I 'd do something for you if I had prison term. '' 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 preferred matter 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 voiceless again like that.

The limo stopped brusque 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 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 forward motion. He was polite and said thank you. I do n't know how often he knew of what we got up to back there, I made eye link and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

The driver opened the body and the bellman took our bags. We checked in and went up to the elbow room, I really wanted to hop the prom and get on with things in the room, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the makeup. It did n't help when she said, `` You 'll have me on that soon enough. '' Pointing to the bed, `` I want you tongue, or something else up me. '' That did get me hard, I 'd 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 example it fit us. I did my outdo, despite the severely on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the state of her pussy ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by nips from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the slow dances started, this time I was allowed to snog her. She 'd intercept worrying about the composition. Eventually we could n't tolerate it any longer, we slipped out to go to the room.

In the elbow room, I turned round to lock the door 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 dead body, she reached back and undid her strapless bra, so her dope came into sentiment. The the garb slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of mantrap chiffon around her mortise joint. She was even more stunning out of the attire 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 prison term as I approached, she put her mitt on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd made it very obvious what she wanted, but had left other selection open. pick 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 lips. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a finger's breadth into drama, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More tongue, another finger, to a greater extent tongue, a tertiary finger. I was pumping the fingers in and out of her now.

The moans ramped up, it was prison term to get to 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 contend. `` I 'll get a prophylactic. '' I started to get hold of for my jacket.

'' Do n't care, I 'm rubber. '' I did n't query that, if I 'd been rational I would make. I untie my trousers and slid them and my boxers 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 do it Jasmine.

Her subdivision were dispersed wide, her knees were bed covering wide, she was cook for me. I took position between her pegleg, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only bonk once before, and it was more through luck that I got inside the lady then. I did n't want to pain Jasmine, I 'd never want to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my putz up her slit. Lubrication was a good musical theme. She moaned loudly, she was liking this. `` Yes, yes. Like that. '' She gasped.

It was like licking her with my hawkshaw, I ran my dick around her clit hood like I would my tongue. The adjacent moan was more like a wow, she was on the verge of coming. I could n't leave her like that, so I pressed my tool against her button. That did it, moans, belly laugh and wild bucking. She was coming, stronger than I 'd ever seen her before. Then she was still.

I hugged her, waiting for her smoke to revert. Her optic opened slowly and she stretched herself, her grin was 100 proof mantrap, 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 quick, I 'll end up inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

That did n't sound good, `` 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. '' Damn, shucks, damn, … ( you get the estimation ).

This was the 2d prison term she 'd lead me on and then backed out. The last time I did n't react well. This prison term, I did n't oppose. I did n't bang what to do. I just lay there silently. `` Tony, Tony ? '' She was getting interest. `` I 'm sorry. '' She was crying. `` I want to, the idea 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 racket, I do n't commemorate. We lay there for some time, no one was counting. Eventually I was distracted by flashing at the windowpane. `` What 's that. '' I got up and made my way to the window. `` There 's a fervidness motortruck down there. ``

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

'' Yeah. '' That was a mystery. 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 trump to put some life history back in it. It was working. I held her head, that was when I might take `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her face. ( I was young and innocent, I had't come across that thought yet. ) The cerebration just pissed me off, she 'd let me fuck her like this, but not properly. I fought the whim to ram myself down her throat, I could n't pain her, she did n't want me to do that. I felt guilty for mentation 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 trading floor and continued. Even I could n't stay gloomy 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 calendar month, I was slipping away from her and she was desperate to observe me. But I ca n't really feel guilty about any sex.

You know the end of the story, we split before going our severalise ways to college, and I met Aimee at Stanford. Sometimes I look back on that day and think what might bear been if I had n't made Jasmine fall at that point and I had got to fuck her. I 'd have proposed and we 'd have got married and lived happily ever after in the valley. I do n't repent it, now. I like the life that I have now, but it so easily could throw been dissimilar. I did rue it them, that 's the only clip I 've regretted making a girl come. Usually if the miss comes, it can only good for me.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for different cause. There were the guys who managed to sneak onto the universal joint backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their causa for prom. The firetruck was there because a crew of my schoolmate had wondered how many people 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 thing about that night was someone snuck onto the football field at school and used something to burn `` class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty dollar bill yard telephone circuit. That was still visible for days 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 age later when someone got shot numb after a prom at that hotel. Thank god zero like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to remember my prom. It made my disappointment pale into insignificance.

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Two hundred years in the future Lou Latour, managing director of the Temporal investigation Institute studied the write up on the new timeline after their in style attempt to fix the `` unusual person ''. Tony 's account was part of the report card. The timeline was now back on track, Aimee now had completed her doctorate. This was an important issue in the timeline. Now they could do something much more inexpedient, meddle in their own past tense. Jody, his new girl, was leaning over his shoulder, `` Bummer ! They had such a good spirit in the previous timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his present, the happiness of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his list of priorities here. His overwhelming intuitive feeling was relief, it looks like they might fix this anomalousness yet. He glanced at the report from yesterday. He pulled up the diffs between yesterday 's Tony 's account and today 's Tony 's bill. A few sentences changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few unimportant word changes here and there, a few typos seed and gone, until it got to this paragraph. The story diverged strongly at that head. Yesterday 's account diverged after `` she was on the wand of coming ''.

Most worrying for Lou though was the level did n't refer the shooting. He 'd consume to get someone to investigate if that was a veridical difference, or just not mentioned. If it was a substantial difference, was it significant ?

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

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again jounce at the spoken language pure impeccant Jasmine was using, never head that my pecker was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as grueling as I could. give thanks god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The shout out went to 11, with moans 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 sentience to return. Still tough, still in her. Her eyes opened slowly and she stretched herself, her smiling was 100 proof knockout, god I loved her. I started with some obtuse gentle jab, a flicker of something passed over her face, dubiousness ? She 'd just snap off one more clause of her religious belief. She sighed and lay back on the bed, open and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with easy measured strokes, she sighed and closed her center. When the suspiration changed to moan I sped up some, then when the moan became thigh-slapper we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as hard as I could, she loved every slash. She was going to come 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 guess I was going to relieve oneself it when her next scream was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the management did n't follow knocking to get hold out who was being murdered.

She came, she spasmed, that was it, I could n't, I did n't need to, carry on any longer. I came. Wow, is coming inside the female child you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the vault of heaven opened and a shaft of light shone down on us, a consort of Angel sang, while the finger's breadth of god pointed down at us and commanded us to be felicitous. I was happy to obey that command.

There was a tapping on my rear, I came to my senses and realised I was lying with my full-of-the-moon weightiness on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my blazonry 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 thing. We were soundless like that for a spell, but I got the impression something was incorrect. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the subject ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having 2d thought process about that clause of faith.

'' Nothing. '' I 'm pretty sure that was n't true. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just real felicitous. '' I knew how she felt, minus the yell bit.

I was distracted by flashing at the window. `` What 's that. '' I got up and made my way to the window. `` There 's a fire truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned round and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one cubital joint 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 genu. I held her mitt, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to pass the rest of my biography with you, will you marry me ? '' That sounded so born when I said it.

Jasmine smiled her 100 proof mantrap grin again. `` Of trend I will. '' I jumped back on the bed and hugged her some more. There were to a greater extent tears.

After that it was n't all smooth sailing, but we made it work. The 400 Roman mile 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 week before the prom, so we were stuck at Leland Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did workplace on getting a transfer to George Berkeley and she managed it for the following year 's autumn quarter. We married during the summer break before that, but we were still at Universities which were l land mile apart. We rented a house in coupling urban center, Jasmine could commute on BART and I could force back over the bridge. I 've come to hate that bridge 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 like fate with their girls, though no one else got engaged that day. One other couple did marry later than twelvemonth, and if you consider the date on the birth promulgation for their daughter, I think he knocked her up at the prom. Thank god it was actually condom for us, Jasmine got on the pill soon after the prom as we continued to roll in the hay like bunnies.

Most everyone else remembers that prom for different reason. There were the guy rope who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiter, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a bunch of my schoolmate had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between floors. The most legendary matter about that Nox was soul snuck onto the football game subject field at school and used something to sunburn `` socio-economic class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty yard line. That was still seeable for long time after. But what I remember is that fuck and the proposition .