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The Prom
by Chad Sanders (fever2burn@yahoo.com)

***

Through an unusual set of circumstances two young people 
from very different backgrounds attend their senior prom 
together and have a brief affair before their lives move 
in different directions. (MF-teens, youths)

***

I had known Hope Walker since we were in the same fifth, 
sixth and seventh-grade rooms together, but not really 
well because she was unusually quiet and withdrawn. She 
did well in school except she often failed to turn in 
her homework on time. I later learned this was because 
she was made to work from the minute she got home until 
she was allowed to go to bed late at night, bone-tired, 
by her demanding, sorry-assed, drunken father. Her 
mother had died when Hope was just a toddler, or so the 
rumors were. The only reason Hope stayed in school at 
all was the truant authorities had threatened to lock up 
her father if she didn't attend. 

I mostly walked to school in those days. Not only did I 
enjoy the morning walk, but my bus stop in a nearby 
subdivision was one of the first on the route. 
Afterward, the bus took a long, slow trip fifteen miles 
or so out into the country before working its way back 
to the school. The bus driver was an old codger who took 
his sweet time picking up Hope and the many other youth 
that lived in the hills surrounding our small town.

Almost without fail when I did ride the bus on bad 
weather days, I noticed Hope take a seat and immediately 
bury herself in her schoolwork. She was always 
frantically trying to catch up it seemed. She didn't 
have any girlfriends and I never saw her talking or 
hanging out with any the other kids. Her house was a 
small unpainted shack with a yard full of junk, several 
abandoned cars and trucks and a menagerie of dirt-bottom 
pens with chickens, rabbits, goats, pigs, several 
hunting hounds and a scattering of wild animals that 
changed from time to time.

In spite of her utterly poor background, Hope was 
pretty, not dressed pretty, but beyond her threadbare 
dresses and worn out shoes, she was clean and physically 
pretty. She was petite, with long jet-black hair, and 
her eyes a mysterious sparkling green. Even as a young 
girl, something about her reminded me of the gypsy women 
I saw in television movies, perhaps the outcast nature 
of her secluded hill life and her remarkable natural 
beauty. 

Toward the end of our senior year, one of my high school 
buddies, Jerry Dawson, buttonholed me in the hall on a 
Friday and informed me that he had lined up a couple of 
girls willing to fuck some of our gang after the 
basketball game that evening, actually fuck the whole 
bunch of us. We were not a true gang, but a loose 
cluster of male friends that had run together for years. 
I agreed to meet him and the others with the hope of 
losing my virginity that evening to one of the then-
nameless gals.

As it turned out, one of the two girls that we met in a 
secluded parking spot near one of the mountain lakes was 
Hope. Jerry was quite the talker, a self-proclaimed 
cocksman, but there was a good bit of truth behind his 
frequent boasting. He had gotten more pussy in high 
school than anybody I knew and the girls did seem to 
flock after him. Anyway, he led Hope and another gal 
into a picnic shelter to work out the details of the 
pending gang bang as the rest of us, six as I recall, 
waited in aroused anticipation and argued for position 
in the train.

Jerry returned in a few minutes with bad news; the girls 
weren't going to go through with the deal. There were 
too many of us and they didn't want that news spread all 
over school, which was wise of them. Jerry claimed they 
both agreed to fuck him whenever he wanted, but they 
didn't want to do a whole group of guys at once. The 
only proof of his claim came a few days later when he 
showed us a picture of Hope and the other gal posing 
naked for him in his father's studio (his dad ran the 
local photo studio and Jerry had quite the collection of 
naked girl pictures). If Hope was attractive dressed, 
she was model-beautiful naked, the other girl not quite 
as much so, but still pretty nice looking naked.

As we drove away from the planned fuck-party 
disappointed and all piled into one of the guy's van, 
Jerry and several of the others talked about Hope and 
the second girl present that evening. The talkers in the 
group claimed both the girls were willing sluts who they 
could fuck whenever they wanted, that Hope had been 
having sex with her father and uncles for years, and all 
manner of other wild gossip (which I knew should most 
often be viewed with considerable skepticism). I 
remember in particular Jerry claiming Hope could suck a 
cock better than any gal he had ever been with and could 
deep throat his, "fat cock like a fucking pro."

I just listened to their bullshit session and felt a 
lingering sadness at the conditions of Hope's life. For 
whatever reason, I liked Hope, felt an odd kinship with 
her and thought of her as being above the circumstances 
of her life. Silently, I wished there was some way I 
could help her escape the hopeless imprisonment of 
poverty and slavery in which it appeared she was trapped 
and would be for her entire future.

As often happens in small towns, word got around about 
the failed gang bang. A few days later my mother 
confronted me about the event and I told her the truth, 
mostly anyway, that we had met the two gals and while 
hopeful of getting laid, nothing happened. That is when 
my mother informed me she had learned of the escapade 
from my girlfriend's mother who knew for a fact I was 
present, and most importantly, I was no longer welcome 
to date her daughter, the head vestal-virgin in town.

No amount of repentance and apologies helped and after a 
few talks with my girlfriend it became crystal clear our 
relationship was over. Her parents wouldn't even 
consider letting her see me again and I was no longer 
welcome to even visit her at their home. She was utterly 
disappointed in me beyond repair and unwilling to give 
me as second chance to try to work things out. She 
cancelled our plans for the senior prom and that was 
that. 

I considered several options for dates, but with the 
prom only a week away all the really desirable young 
ladies had firm dates. Several were kind enough to say 
they would have given anything if I had asked them 
earlier. It was a nice consolation to my ego, but I was 
still dateless and the only guy in our group with 
totally unforgiving parents of his former girlfriend. 
So, the idea hit me of saying "fuck you" to the self-
righteous assholes... I decided to ask Hope to the 
senior prom. 

I met her as she got off the school bus the next morning 
with a big simile and walked her to her locker in spite 
of the many stares we got. After my unusually friendly 
attitude toward Hope got the best of her curiosity, she 
asked, "Why are you being so friendly to me all the 
sudden?"

"I would like for you to be my date to the senior prom," 
I told her.

She just laughed out loud at me. Eventually she got 
around to asking, "Are you going to tell me the truth?"

"I am telling you the truth. I want you to be my date 
for the prom," I assured her. I followed up by asking, 
"Would you do me the honor?"

"No," she told me, "I don't have clothes to wear to 
something like that."

"If I got you an outfit you liked, would you?" I asked, 
and added, "Please?"

"Why would you want to take a girl like me? Anyway, what 
happened to your girlfriend? Why aren't you taking her?" 
she asked.

"We broke up," I explained, "And, I have always thought 
you were very pretty and someone who deserved better 
than what life has offered you."

"Really?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously, as if 
to see if I was playing some cruel trick on her.

"Yes," I assured her, looking her in the eye.

"What do you expect me to do for you for this?" she 
asked.

"Nothing, not unless you really want to and because you 
like me and you had a good time," I told her.

"How are you going to get me a dress and shoes and 
stuff?" she questioned.

"My sister is about your size and she has a closet full 
of dressy stuff she didn't take off to college with her. 
I can drive you home from school one day and you can try 
them on and pick whatever you like," I suggested.

"What will your mother say?" she wondered and asked.

"She will probably still be at work, but if not I will 
just tell her what we are doing. She won't care one hoot 
about the clothes and shoes... I promise you," I assured 
her. That much was true, but I failed to mention my 
mother would be blown away and on my case hard if she 
knew Hope's reputation. I made sure she was still at 
work the day Hope tried on the gowns.

Big tears ran down Hope's pretty face when I laid out 
the dresses for her to pick from. "I've never worn 
anything so fancy," she told me.

I coaxed her into trying on all of them and the matching 
shoes which were only a half size too large. A little 
tissue stuffed into the toe solved that problem. Hope 
did have a bit of trouble walking in heels, but took a 
pair home with her to practice. She picked what I 
thought was the most elegant gown of the lot, a 
sleeveless, strapless green one that fit her like a 
glove, accented her wonderful figure and made her 
beautiful green eyes even more noticeable and alluring. 
I made a mental note of all the dresses that fit her 
well and hung them in one end of the closet.

"I can't take this stuff home with me," she commented 
and asked, "What can we do?"

We hatched a plan for me to pick her up the evening of 
the prom as if we were just going out for a burger, but 
I would get a motel room for her to dress in, which I 
did. 

We talked briefly a few times at school during the week 
and I could tell she was growing very fond of me. 
Truthfully, I was to her too.

I dropped her off in the motel room prom night to give 
her some privacy to dress and so she could present 
herself all dressed up like a proper date, and I went to 
pick up her corsage. When I placed the corsage on her 
wrist, she cried again and said, "I feel like a princess 
tonight. Thank you."

"You look every bit a princess or a Hollywood starlet," 
I told her, fighting back my own tears.

Some of the other students and a couple of the teachers 
openly gawked and stared as we entered the gymnasium. I 
heard several comments along the lines of, "Holy shit," 
or "Holy fuck, look at that," when they saw Hope all 
dressed up and holding my arm. Unfortunately a couple of 
guys made very nasty comments to her when I was away 
getting us something to drink or when I went to the 
restroom. They made reference to her being the class 
whore and told her no matter how she dressed she would 
always be a slut on the inside. Fortunately, Hope didn't 
tell me those things till we were back at the motel 
later. Nobody ever figured out why those guys kept 
getting their tires slit until I left home.

Other than the disapproving stares and a few less 
demeaning comments we had to endure, we had a wonderful 
time. I tried my best to make Hope feel like the most 
beautiful lady there and it seemed to work. We danced 
and talked and she hardly took her eyes off my face the 
couple of hours we stayed at the prom. Most importantly 
to me, she didn't let anything dampen the joy she felt 
being all dressed up and treated like a lady for the 
first time in her life.

"I'm leaving here for California as soon as I get my 
diploma," she told me sitting on the bed in the motel 
room still fully dressed in her beautiful gown.

"How? Why?" I asked sitting next to her.

"There is nothing for me here but to continue to be a 
slave to the men in my family. I don't want to keep 
doing that. You have opened my eyes and I see a totally 
different future now... a better brighter future," she 
told me.

"How will you get there and what will you do?" I asked.

"I have enough money stashed away for the bus ride and 
to make it for awhile, and I know were my father has 
more money hidden. I figure he owes me for some of the 
things he has made me do for money. I am a hard worker 
and I know I can find a job in California, even if it is 
as a waitress or something," she explained. She looked 
me in the eye and asked, "Would you like to fuck me or 
have me suck your dick now?"

"No," I told her, "But I would like to make love to 
you... even though I don't have a clue how to do that. 
I've never had sex," I admitted.

"That may be the nicest thing anyone ever said to me, 
even nicer than when you asked me to the prom," she 
said, stood and requested, "Help me out of my dress."

She turned for me to unhook and unzip her dress. My 
hands were shaking so I fumbled with the tricky little 
hook until she said, "Calm down... I am going make you a 
very happy man before the night is over."

Truer words were never spoken. When I finally did get 
her dress unzipped and it dropped away from her body, 
she caught it before it fell to the floor, stepped out 
of it and hung it carefully. She turned to me wearing 
just the lacy bra, panties and garter I had stolen from 
my mom's and sister's lingerie drawers and I almost came 
in my pants she was so luscious and beautiful looking. 
Her full breasts bulged and stood proudly swollen above 
the slightly small bra. Her body was everything a young 
man could dream of and more with her tiny waist 
accenting her full breasts and the soft curves of her 
hips, and the dark patch of public hair visible 
underneath the cream colored lace panty. 

"Like?" she asked with a playful smile.

"Oh, yes... you are so damned beautiful I don't know 
what to do or say," I told her.

"Come over here and hold me. You hands are so strong and 
nice looking... just feel my body and you will figure 
out what to do," she invited.

Nothing had ever felt so wonderful to me as her soft 
warm skin. I held her by the waist and moved my hand 
over her back and back down her to her hips, flushed 
with an aroused fever I had never known. She put her 
hands on my burning cheeks and they felt cool and 
soothing to my overheated face. Then I kissed her, 
pressing my lips into the soft warmth that took the last 
bit of lust in my body and ignited it into full flaming 
passion. I pulled her head to mine and kissed her with 
every bit of feeling my lips could convey, smearing our 
lips together. Our tongues probed each other's mouth 
with pure animalistic lust taking control, demanding the 
sexual intimacy to follow.

As we kissed she stripped me of my coat, tie and shirt 
and rubbed her hands on my chest with greed, squeezing 
her fingers into my flesh, expressing her own inflamed 
state of desire. "I have never wanted a man like I want 
you now," she told me as she stripped my pants and 
underwear down and away from my throbbing sex.

"If you do that I am going to come right away," I warned 
her.

"It is okay," she told me, "We have plenty of time and 
this will only help you last longer when we make love."

She took hold of the shaft of my pulsing cock, guided 
the head to her mouth and pressed her lips down the 
shaft to my pubic hair before sucking as she pulled her 
head back until I could see my cock fully in front of 
her beautiful face again. The third time she pressed her 
head fully into my body I convulsed and shot cum into 
her throat. Hope bobbed her head on my spurting dick and 
sent me into sexual bliss beyond anything I had ever 
felt, swallowing my cum and massaging my dick with her 
lips and mouth until the feeling was too much for even 
her soft mouth to touch the over-sensitive head of my 
cock. I pulled away and staggered to the bed, just 
managing through my heavy breathing to tell her, "Oh 
god, that was good. Thank you."

She snuggled up to me, gently massaging my balls and the 
shaft of my dick while she kissed my chest, neck and 
face softly and slowly until I felt recovered enough to 
kiss her lips and continue. We kissed for the longest, 
rolling around on the bed in lustful passion until she 
sat up and unhooked her bra, leaned over me and rubbed 
an excited nipple across my lips. I licked her hard 
nipple, sucked and kissed her breast and then the other. 
Somewhere in the process she stripped her panties and 
garter away and crawled over me. Her hand guided my hard 
cock to her opening and she lowered her body to merge 
with mine, impaling her warm wet pussy with my shaft.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Like nothing I have ever felt... wonderful... just like 
you," I answered.

"I am not going to fuck anyone but you till I leave," 
she whispered in my ear and began rocking her hips onto 
my cock, and I was fucking for the first time.

She was right, I did last longer the second time, having 
come just minutes earlier. I made perhaps two minutes 
before coming inside her hot muscular pussy as she rode 
me and kissed my mouth with heated urgency. Nothing I 
had imagined measured up to the pleasure she gave me. I 
drove my hips upward, digging my feet into the bed and 
fucked her with every bit of strength in my body until I 
shot my cum deep inside her delightful skilled body, 
ever grateful one of us knew how to fuck. What I didn't 
expect was her to come with me, but she did.

"Oh god," she announced, "I love you... I'm coming with 
you." Her whole body shivered as she ground her hips 
into mine, sucking the cum from my dick like a vacuum, 
moaning to me, "Oh god... oh god, this is so good," as 
she climaxed with me.

When she finally collapsed on my body, we lay together 
breathing hard and sucking in air for what seemed like 
minutes. I could feel her heart pounding inside her 
small fit body and she was so hot, burning hot. I 
remember that moment and the feeling of holding her 
heated body so close to me, feeling her excitement, her 
joy, her panting hard next to my ear; it is as if it 
happened just yesterday.

We made love twice more that evening before I took her 
home. Her father was drunk and cursed me out for keeping 
her out so late. He shoved her into the house, screaming 
at her and slammed the door in my face.

When I saw her on Monday, she had an ugly bruise on her 
face, by then turning partially yellow.

"Bring you money to school tomorrow and be ready to 
leave. I will put you up at the motel until graduation 
on Saturday," I told her, and added, "You don't have to 
stay at home this week and put up with that bastard 
treating you like an animal. My cousin is the Sheriff 
and I will make sure you father leaves you alone."

She hugged me and whispered, "Okay. Thank you. You are 
my savior, you know. Getting to know you has made all 
the difference in my life... you have given me hope."

I took her to the motel Tuesday afternoon and paid for 
her stay through Friday night. We made love every night 
and each time seemed more intimate, caring and loving 
than the time before. I took her to the bus station 
after graduation, gave her two suitcases packed with my 
sister's nice clothes, kissed her and waved goodbye as 
she headed to California to begin a new life. 

Seeing her face that last time, reddened, swollen, 
tearful eyes and her longing painful look though the bus 
window, I couldn't help but cry too. Hope's face was 
contorted with emotion and she was balling when she send 
me a final expression of her affection that day. She 
pressed her fingers to her mouth and blew me a 
shivering, sobbing kiss goodbye. I stood there and cried 
like a whipped kid until the bus was out of sight. She 
took part of me with her.

Six months later I was in the service at my first duty 
station after boot camp when I got a package and letter 
from her in California. It contained her first porno 
film. The letter told me how happy she was with her new 
life, her new friends and the way people treated her... 
with respect and true affection, and about the beauty 
she saw all around her. Hope's words radiated a fresh 
joyous sense of life.

Her letter ended...

   Thank you for giving me hope, for giving me Hope.
   I will always love you, always.

               Hope

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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