This was one of my former theme for this CAW, that I did n't use. If it had been a CAW entry, it would feature been dissimilar, more prom, less play, no interstitials and without the starting time ending. Also I 'd get disguised the case. This is a sequel to my previous CAW entry `` The Essay. '' With the same independent graphic symbol. The interstitial scene is one which could have been in my `` Time screwing '' narration. It gives a much glad ending.

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My fourth-year prom is memorable in lots 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 company. I had some money for this as I 'd been doing a piddling body of work for local anesthetic line of work. Installing account statement and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid scoop was the technical school musical accompaniment once I 'd installed the system.

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

'' Hi Tony, she 's just getting ready. '' Then he whispered conspiratorially, `` We might be a while, so why do n't we have a seat. '' 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 bread and butter room and we sat down.

Mr Humphries thought I was a good kid, I had been his star educatee in junior high school. 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 judgment. Jasmine had told me that he had not been happy when she 'd said we were staying at the Hilton for the night. The discussion `` Dad, I 'm xviii. '' had been used. We were pretty certain Jasmine 's phratry knew we had sex, though we did n't get it ( too ) obvious, and goose egg was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at multiplication. I guess if we were going to do it, she 'd favor it be somewhere prophylactic like at domicile. But dad are still Dads.

I 'm fairly sure they did n't be intimate that Jasmine was still a virgin, but I intended to remediate that later that night. We 'd only ever done viva voce, or other not fucking type of sex. Of what we 'd gotten up to, I liked the oral sex best. Jasmine was saving fucking for wedding, that was a full point of contention in our spiritual `` discussions ''. I was pretty surely, with the right field standard atmosphere, I could could carry her. I 'd also been wondering about that marriage musical theme, it had been sounding like a effective idea 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 get up the subject. `` Now, I 'm sure you 're going to treat Jasmine right. '' He lowered his voice again conspiratorially, `` You do take safeguard ? Do n't you ? ``

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, but I chose not to respond directly, `` I can assure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me. '' I put a little more emphasis on my succeeding sentence, `` We know what we 're doing. '' I do n't cognize 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 dress showed her off to beau ideal. I managed to not stare at her boob, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front line of the dress. The apparel was strapless, the peach coloring was a unadulterated subtle contrast with her pale hide. 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 the make-up. '' 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 posy of blank lilies around her carpus.

'' It 's beautiful. '' She had a Theodore Harold White rose in her early hand, she threaded through my buttonhole.

I held out my elbow, `` Shall we, your chariot awaits. '' I 'd got that wrinkle from some corny TV show I 'd watched.

'' We shall. '' We walked toward the front line 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 interlingual rendition of fun. `` Thank you Mrs Humphries. '' I called back to her. `` I 'll bring her back safely tomorrow. '' That net was partly for her Dad 's benefit.

I escorted Jasmine to the limo, 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 talk to the driver, `` We can go now, thanks. ``

Jasmine looked around the limo impressed. The can were more like lounge than car backside, we sat on the long seat on the position. 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 brought my own supply anyway. Officially, the promenade was dry, in reality, no one got caught. I had a hip flask of vodka and orange.

There were a dyad of transposition 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 place. 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 her makeup, or her hair. Her whisker was more styled than common, it 's black, usually it was straight, down to her berm. 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 groundwork and reached for my fly. This was really promising, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the make-up, I was n't indisputable 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 war paint. And no grabbing my head, you 'll mess up my hair. '' I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her backtalk a bit. So none of that.

She slant 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 estimable 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 precipitation. It felt full though, duh ! it 's a blowjob, or form it felt soundly. I sighed gently and relaxed.

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 time, it 's hard to say how a great deal sentence, I moaned, I squirmed, I tensed up. The atmospheric pressure down in my dick was getting unbearable. This was not bad, but I was n't going to descend like this, I needed to come. I managed to continue still, I 'm not sure how, I wanted to snaffle grip of her point and `` encourage '' her along some.

I 'd have begged to come, but I did n't receive 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 good, the sucking got more pressing and her hand 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 step-in, and I 'm totally soaked down there. '' That did it, that pushed me over the boundary. 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 hand. `` You 'd best zip up, we 're here. '' We were just passing the linguistic universal City sign. The promenade was at the Hilton across from the Universal studio theme park, half the class was going to be at the park for the afternoon. There were some tale 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 minutes to get to here from Jasmine 's so that 's how long the blowjob must have took. I never know how long one takes, it 's not something I can imagine of at the time.

I looked lovingly over at Jasmine, a small pearl of cum had escaped from the corner of her oral cavity, she 'd also fuck off some in her whisker. I mimed wiping the my mouth, `` You got some on you, and in you hair. ``

She just said, `` I know, it glows under contraband luminousness, that way everyone will sleep together 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 commentary and the panties. I tried to be gallant, chick 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 moment darling 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 tough again like that.

The limo stopped short 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 city block again. I told him we were fine, the limo rolled under the canopy and stopped again. The device 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 progression. He was genteel and said thank you. I do n't know how very much he knew of what we got up to back there, I made eye contact and smiled at him. Jasmine was n't meeting his gaze, she looked totally guilty.

The device driver opened the trunk and the bellhop took our bags. We checked in and went up to the room, I really wanted to skip the promenade and get on with affair in the room, but Jasmine insisted we go, again protesting about not messing up the makeup. It did n't avail when she said, `` You 'll own me on that soon enough. '' Pointing to the bed, `` I want you tongue, or something else up me. '' That did get me firmly, 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 grammatical case it fit us. I did my dependable, despite the hard on I had permanently. Jasmine was not helping out by reminding me periodically of the body politic of her pussy ( wet ), or what she wanted me to do to it later. The evening was helped along by savour from the hip flask. Near the end of the evening the slow dancing started, this fourth dimension I was allowed to snog her. She 'd stopped worrying about the makeup. Eventually we could n't stick out it any longer, we slipped out to go to the room.

In the elbow room, I turned daily round to lock the door and when I looked back, Jasmine was standing by the bed, smiling, grinning just about cover charge it. She shimmied slightly and her robe slipped down her body, she reached back and unwrap her strapless bra, so her dumbbell came into purview. The the dress slipped down further revealing her box, it ended up as a cascade of lulu 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 sentence as I approached, she put her workforce on top of my head, and said `` You know what I want. '' While pushing me down towards her box.

She 'd seduce it very obvious what she wanted, but had left former selection open. Options I wanted to search. She was primed and cook, I could have made her pop anytime I wanted. I wanted to extend this for now, I just teased her lips. She moaned, she liked that. I brought a finger's breadth into gaming, it slipped into her, she moaned more and squirmed. More tongue, another finger, more tongue, a third finger. I was pumping the fingers in and out of her now.

The moans ramped up, it was metre to arrive at 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 condom. '' I started to reach for my jacket.

'' Do n't worry, I 'm safe. '' I did n't interrogation that, if I 'd been rational I would take in. I undid my trouser and slid them and my drawers 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 fuck Jasmine.

Her arms were spread wide, her human knee were spread wide, she was set up for me. I took position between her legs, then I froze. Now what ? I 'd only make love once before, and it was more through luck that I got inside the madam then. I did n't require to hurt Jasmine, I 'd never want to do that. I held myself and ran the tip of my prick up her scratch. Lubrication was a adept 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 clit hood like I would my clapper. The next groan was more like a screeching, she was on the sceptre of coming. I could n't entrust her like that, so I pressed my dick against her clit. That did it, moans, screams and wild bucking. She was coming, stiff 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 smile was 100 validation 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 think there was any interrogation there, `` When you 're cook, I 'll stop inside you. ``

'' Oh. ''

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

'' I do n't think 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. '' damn, shucks, darn, … ( you get the idea ).

This was the second prison term she 'd take me on and then backed out. The last metre I did n't react well. This time, I did n't react. 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 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 stochasticity, I do n't remember. We lay there for some meter, 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 flak motortruck down there. ``

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

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

I turned round and Jasmine was kneeling on the level. `` 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 muteness, but now Jasmine was doing her respectable to put some life back in it. It was working. I held her head teacher, that was when I might have `` encouraged '' her, it was like fucking her face. ( I was young and ingenuous, I had't come across that idea yet. ) The thought process just pissed me off, she 'd let me love her like this, but not properly. I fought the impulse to ram myself down her throat, I could n't hurt her, she did n't want me to do that. I felt shamed for thinking of that.

The blowjob was getting to me, `` I 'd meliorate sit down. '' I did, I sat on the edge of the bed and Jasmine still kneeling on the storey and continued. Even I could n't stay blue or angry while getting a nose candy job, even in those fortune. 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 break 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 bantam 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 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 imagine what might have been if I had n't made Jasmine follow at that point and I had got to fuck her. I 'd have proposed and we 'd experience got wed and lived happily ever after in the Valley. I do n't repent it, now. I like the life-time that I have now, but it so easily could have been different. I did regret it them, that 's the only clock 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 intellect. There were the guys who managed to abstract onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be server, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a caboodle of my class fellow had wondered how many people you could get in an elevator, and it got stuck between storey. Several of my buds had more fate with their girls than I did. The most fabled thing about that Nox was person snuck onto the football field at shoal and used something to burn up `` Class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty railyard wrinkle. 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 years later when somebody got shot bushed after a prom at that hotel. Thank god nothing like that happened at ours. That 's not how I wanted to commemorate my prom. It made my dashing hopes picket into insignificance.

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Two hundred eld in the future Lou Latour, director of the Temporal Investigations Institute studied the report on the new timeline after their latest attempt to fix the `` anomaly ''. Tony 's account was part of the reputation. The timeline was now back on track, 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. Jody, his new girlfriend, was leaning over his shoulder joint, `` Bummer ! They had such a honorable life in the former timeline. ``

Lou was startled back to his present, the felicity of the subjects they meddled with had not been on his list of priorities here. His overwhelming flavour was relief, it looks like they might fix this anomaly yet. He glanced at the written report from yesterday. He pulled up the diffs between yesterday 's Tony 's chronicle and today 's Tony 's explanation. A few conviction changed, changing the emphasis. There were a few insignificant word changes here and there, a few literal error 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 scepter of coming ''.

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

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It was like licking her with my dick, I ran my gumshoe around her clitoris hoodlum like I would my natural language. 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 dear or not. Was that Passion or bother. `` Are you all right ? ``

'' Just fuck me ! ``

Again shock at the oral communication pure innocent Jasmine was using, never judgment that my dick was in her pussy. I was n't going to ask twice, I thrust into her, as voiceless as I could. Thank god she 'd blown me in the limo, or I 'd be coming now. The squall 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 sense to regress. Still hard, 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 slack gentle knife thrust, a spark of something passed over her face, dubiousness ? She 'd just split up one more article of her faith. She sighed and lay back on the bed, unfastened and vulnerable. `` Fuck me more. ``

I did. Starting with slowly measured strokes, she sighed and closed her optic. When the sighs changed to groan I sped up some, then when the groan became screams we both turned it up to 11. I pounded her as severely as I could, she loved every solidus. She was going to do soon, I was going to come soon whether she did or not. I desperately wanted to hold in on until she came, I wanted this to be perfect. I did n't recollect I was going to gain it when her following riot was turned up to 12, I 'm surprised the management did n't come knocking to chance 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 missy you love, as she comes, a trip. It was like the heavens opened and a shaft of clear shone down on us, a consort of angel sang, while the finger 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 senses and realised I was lying with my wide system of weights on Jasmine. I got up off her, scooped her up in my arms and hugged her while rolling over on my rachis. `` 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 silent like that for a while, but I got the feeling something was wrong. I looked at her, she was crying. `` What 's the affair ? '' I was pretty lost here. I hoped she was n't having second gear thoughts about that article of faith.

'' Nothing. '' I 'm pretty sure that was n't true. But then she brightened up, `` I 'm just real happy. '' I knew how she felt, minus the battle 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 ardor truck down there. ``

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

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

I turned rung and Jasmine was lying on the bed, propped up on one cubitus watching me. She was so beautiful, I loved her so a lot. I walked back to to the bed, I stopped curt and knelt on one knee. I held her handwriting, `` Jasmine, I love you. I want to spend the eternal sleep of my life-time with you, will you splice me ? '' That sounded so natural when I said it.

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

After that it was n't all smooth sailing, but we made it piece of 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 week before the prom, so we were stuck at Stanford and UCLA. Jasmine did body of work on getting a transfer to Bishop Berkeley and she managed it for the espouse yr 's fall quarter. 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 change on Bart and I could drive over the bridge circuit. I 've come to hate that bridge now. After graduating we both got jobs down in the valley and set up business firm there. We 're both so happy, life could n't be better.

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

nigh everyone else remembers that prom for different reasons. There were the guy rope who managed to sneak onto the Universal backlot by pretending to be waiters, dressed up in their suits for prom. The firetruck was there because a clustering of my classmate had wondered how many people you could get in an lift, and it got stuck between floors. The most legendary affair about that night was someone snuck onto the football game field at school and used something to burn up `` social class of 86 '' into the turf at the fifty yard stemma. That was still visible for years after. But what I remember is that piece of tail and the proposal .