This was one of my other ideas for this CAW, that I didn’t use. If it had been a CAW entry, it would have been different, more prom, less drama, no interstitials and without the first ending. Also I’d have disguised the characters. This is a sequel to my previous CAW entry “The Essay.” With the same main characters. The interstitial scene is one which could have been in my “Time Fuck” story. It gives a much happier ending.

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

I’d rented a limo and got a room 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 accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I’d installed the system.

So I could afford to turn up to Jasmine’s in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, “Good evening 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 don’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 living room and we sat down.

Mr Humphries thought I was a good kid, I had been his star pupil in junior 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 happy 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 folks knew we had sex, though we didn’t make it (too) obvious, and nothing was said. It was like her Mom helped us by arranging for them to be elsewhere at times. I guess if we were going to do it, she’d prefer it be somewhere safe like at home. But Dads are still Dads.

I’m pretty sure they didn’t know that Jasmine was still a virgin, but I intended to remedy 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 best. Jasmine was saving fucking for marriage, that was a point of contention in our religious “discussions”. I was pretty sure, with the right atmosphere, I could could persuade her. I’d also been wondering about that marriage idea, it had been sounding like a good 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 bring up the subject. “Now, I’m sure you’re going to treat Jasmine right.” He lowered his voice again conspiratorially, “You do take precautions? Don’t you?”

I mentally checked the Trojans in my pocket, but I chose not to answer directly, “I can assure you Mr Humphries, that Jasmine is perfectly safe with me.” I put a little more emphasis on my next sentence, “We know what we’re doing.” I don’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 dress showed her off to perfection. I managed to not stare at her boobs, which looked amazing in the cantilevered front of the dress. The dress was strapless, the peach color was a perfect subtle contrast with her pale 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 the makeup.” Bummer. She was made up well though, she usually didn’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 corsage of white lilies around her wrist.

“It’s beautiful.” She had a 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 come down the stairs behind Jasmine.

Fun was exactly what I wanted, my version of fun. “Thank you Mrs Humphries.” I called back to her. “I’ll bring her back safely tomorrow.” That last was partly for her Dad’s benefit.

I escorted Jasmine to the 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 seats were more like sofas than car seats, we sat on the long seat on the side. There was a small fridge, well stocked with drinks. I wasn’t too sure if we were supposed to get at those, but I’d brought my own supply anyway. Officially, the prom was dry, in reality, no one got caught. I had a hip flask of vodka and orange.

There were a couple of switches on one side. Jasmine found them, “What do these do?”

“I dunno.” I hadn’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 couldn’t do anything about it, Jasmine didn’t want me to mess up her makeup, or her hair. Her hair was more styled than usual, it’s black, usually it was straight, down to her shoulders. 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 feet and reached for my fly. This was really promising, though after her not wanting to be kissed because of the makeup, I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. She’d thought of this already, “Now, you’ve got to keep still, or you’ll mess up the makeup. And no grabbing my head, you’ll mess up my hair.” I had sometimes encouraged her by holding her head, or maybe thrusting into her mouth a bit. So none of that.

She leant forward and took me into her mouth. I’d been rapidly hardening since she reached for my fly.