Sex Ed Lessons: Part 3

Chapter 5: Tim and Tara share an erotic voyeurism session.

By LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

After the service, as the mingling began, I was greeted as always by a big smile and a hug from Christine, the pastor's daughter. The smile faded slightly though, and she pushed for us to take our weekly post-church car ride sooner, rather than later.

Agreeing, I headed over to say bye to my step mom, Kelly; when I was surprised to see her chatting with Stephanie’s parents, Sandy and Don! I hadn't seen them during the service, and I greeted them happily, doing my best not to stare at Sandy's large, mature breasts, presently clothed in a tight, white, top.

"We miss you around the house!" Sandy said cheerily. I knew she meant helping out Stephanie, but my mind immediately went to a vision of her, on her knees, sucking a huge cock that didn't belong to her husband.

"Yeah, we'll have to have you cat sit when Stephanie’s off at school with Alexa," offered Don.

Off to school with Alexa. Stephanie passed her test. I smiled. I was happy, but it was bittersweet. I realized that I would be sad when she was gone. I liked hanging out with her. I liked, her.

I liked Stephanie.

"Oh how rude of me," Kelly said, turning attention to another person in their small conversation circle. My gaze clicked over to the man standing next to Don. My eyes went wide.

"Brian, this is my step-son Tim, Tim, this is Brian."

"Great to meet you, Tim," the man said, extending out his hand. A hand I had seen before, gently cupping Sandy's face as she stroked his cum into her mouth. It was the mystery third man. A man named Brian.

"Nice to meet you as well," I choked out.

"The four of us are going out for lunch, so I'll see you when you get home?" Kelly offered. Was this a double date? Were they trying to set my step-mom up with Brian, the guy with the big cock who covered Sandy in jizz while Don videoed it? Kelly hadn't been on a single date in the years since my dad died, so maybe it would do her some good to meet someone new, but at the same time, what was she getting into?

I said my goodbyes, and caught up with Christine. We headed off in my car. We got french fries. We talked casually about nothing in particular, and it wasn't until the second round of fries that we got into the heart of what was bothering her.

"So I did it," she finally said, stirring a fry mindlessly in her cup of ketchup, "I broke up with Eric."

"Oh wow," I said, in legitimate disbelief. Christine and Eric had been attached at the hip for as long as I could remember, but the pressure of being the pastor's daughter with the atheist boyfriend, and the teenage hormones constantly tempting her with sins of the flesh, seemed to have been too much. She decided to tread the more Godly path, I guess.

"It just made sense. We're going to different schools, we want different things, I want different things,” her eyes drifted off to a far away place. “ it's just better to make a clean break now."

"I'm really sorry to hear that," I said, and it was honestly the truth. She had made a hard decision, one that was a drastic life change for an eighteen year old. But even still, the timing seemed odd. "What about the prom? Are you guys still going together?"

"No, we decided something like that would be too, difficult for us,” she mused. Her eyes drifted off again, and the tip of her tongue rolled slowly around her soda straw.

My cock twitched.

"It's funny, I'm actually going to be going to YouR prom," she suddenly said, snapping back to reality, "I'm friends with Bobby Dorf, and he didn't have a date yet, so I'm going to his, and he's going to mine."

Things suddenly started to make sense. Bobby Dorf was a nice enough guy, an honors student with a good G P A, and he was also a pretty strict Christian himself. Never drank, never did drugs, never saw him with a girl, Christine had picked the safest person imaginable to go to the prom with; someone who under no circumstances would light the repressed fire of lust inside her the way Eric did. She knew that with Bobby, the only time she'd spend on her knees would be praying, whereas with Eric there's a good chance she'd be on her knees praying for him to fuck her harder.

"That makes sense to me,” I said. Bobby had hit the jackpot, getting a girl as gorgeous as Christine to go to prom with him. Any other guy would have been dying to spend some alone time with a girl like her, but I honestly couldn't picture Bobby and Christine doing much more than sitting quietly playing a board game or something. "I'm sure you'll still have fun."

I found her inner conflict interesting, and her self control admirable. Now, more than ever, I wanted to know to what extent she had been willing to push her boundaries, what caveats she was willing to place on her chastity.

Heading back from the bathroom, I looked over at her leaning on the hood of my car, setting sun casting her with a bright glow. I looked at this gorgeous girl with long brown hair who wore an oversized sweatshirt that hid her curves, but also jean short-shorts that accented her toned ass and showed off her fit legs to the world. The preacher's daughter who wanted to follow in the footsteps of the Lord, but who also clearly wanted to fuck. I chuckled. Whoever the guy was who got her to reconcile those two warring halves would truly be a lucky man.

I dropped Christine off and then headed home. Waiting for me at the door was Tara; we hadn't spoken since before Rachel's prom, and she was dying for details.

"You're late!" she bellowed.

"Sorry, sorry, I had to drop off Christine," I apologized. Her face scrunched into a ponderous mug.

"Is she the church girl? I mean the OTHER church girl?" She asked as we walked into my apartment.

"Yeah, her dad's the pastor," I said, looking around for any sign of Kelly,” She broke up with her boyfriend. I think it's because she really wants to fuck him, and is afraid she can't help herself anymore."

"Ooh, religious sexual repression; very kinky, I love it."

"Kelly?" I yelled, pausing, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "She must still be out with Sandy and Don," I said, shrugging it off, specifically leaving out, or maybe willfully ignoring, the Brian factor. Gotta say, though, that was a long lunch.

"Maybe she's upstairs with a throat-full of Don's cock while Sandy records it!" Tara said, leaning her ass on the kitchen table, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Ha! No way, not Kelly, she doesn't even like to watch H B O because there's too much sex," I said, chuckling in a deflective manner.

"Well you as well as anyone should know that even the quiet ones want to get fa-ree-kay,” she said with a little shimmy.

I knew she was talking about Christine, but between Christine, Sandy, and Rachel, I couldn't exactly say she was wrong. Still, I knew Kelly, and videotaped three way sex was not her bag.

, I think.

God, Tara looked good tonight. Dark eyeliner on point, accented by black lipstick, a tight, low-cut, white tank top clung to a black push up bra that hoisted her perfect tits. A long necklace dangled a series of interconnected rings into her cleavage. It was the weather for it, and she too wore short, cropped denim shorts that wrapped lovingly around her ass. Her bare legs, crossed over each other as she lounged, ran down to low top canvas sneakers.

After my massive fuck up with Stephanie, Tara and I had decided we would go to the prom as friends, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing her in her dress, to holding her close as we danced.

We ordered a pizza, and went up to my room. Tara teased me upon entering, making me stay quiet while she listened closely for any orgasmic sounds trickling down from Stephanie’s second floor bedroom. She apologized after she saw my mood drop.

"Not funny, Tara," I flatly intoned. She sat on my bed, leaning her back up against my headboard, her body settling into an admittedly sensual S-shape.

"I know, I know," she protested, "but anyway, forget about all that, I've got a question for you."

Reaching into her big bag she pulled out a six pack of beer, popped one open, and with that flirty smile of hers asked me “ truth or dare, Miller?"

I knew what she wanted, and I made her work for it. Honestly, I think she was into it. She worked it out of me piece by piece, only getting to the good stuff after an exchange that told her that we didn't make out, didn't have sex, and I didn't go down on her. She didn't even seem to notice that I wasn't asking any questions of her in return. I was saving that one.

Once we got to the heart of the matter, she wanted every detail, and I do mean EVERY detail. How big Rachel's tits were, whether she was shaved or not, how I made her cum, how she made me cum, the works.

As I described the final moments leading up to my orgasm, her mouth was slack, and her fingers nervously twirled the end of her necklace around and around. Her curvy thighs were tight together, and I could even sense her breathing getting shallow as I recounted how my cum shot up onto Rachel's jiggling tits, and then flowed down over her fingers.

There was a long pause while Tara took it all in. It felt good to be the one with the sexy story for once. Finally she straightened up, and took a big swing from her beer. I could see her hard nipples through her shirt.

"Holy shit, Miller, that is wild," She said as she started to clap, "well done, sir, well done!"

I blushed a bit, some embarrassment setting in, but then, as Tara settled back down, I played my card.

"Truth or dare, Tara," I said, looking directly at her.

"Truth, dare, I don't care, whatever you want after that!" She laughed, her firm tits shimmying slightly.

My time with Rachel had been amazing, but there was something stupid that still weighed on my mind, something that only a horned-up teenager like me would focus on.

I paused, second guessing my question, but then realized she and I were well past any boundaries of personal privacy or good taste, so, looking in her eyes I asked “ do you like cum?"

She paused, and considered my question.

"Do I Like cum?" She repeated, that wry smile forming on her lips as she looked away, herself slightly embarrassed now.

"Yeah," I followed up, "after I came, the mood really changed, and Rachel got kind of cold, and she said 'Ew, gross' and wiped it all off her as soon as she could. Honestly, it made me feel kind of shitty. I've been thinking about 'ew, gross' all day."

"Well," she said, breathing in, readying herself for a long explanation, "I mean yeah, it is gross, but like, everything about sex is gross, just like everything about sex is hot as fuck," she said looking back at me now, "like, I think cum is really fun. It's like the fireworks that go off and tell you you did a good job."

She chuckled and started twirling her necklace again as she continued.

"I mean MAKING a guy cum is always great, but you're not asking that, are you?" she said, cocking her head to the side.

"No," I practically whispered, the gaze from her smokey eyes sending a shock through me.

"You're asking me if I like cum itself" she said, running her tongue over her bottom lip.

I nodded. I didn't even realize it, but I was rock hard.

"Well with most guys, it's just, the reward, if you will, and I can take it or leave it once it's done shooting out, "

I watched her intently as her eyes looked directly into mine

“ but with some guys, with the right guys, there's nothing better. It's literal liquid pleasure that you're pulling out of them, and with the right guy, well there's nothing on this earth that's hotter than seeing that geyser shoot out, or feeling it on your skin, or tasting it."

I tried to look away, but our eyes were locked together.

"So yeah," she said languidly after a pause, "I guess you could say I think cum is, fantastic."

The room was silent for what felt like ages, until I finally snapped out of the mutual trance we both seemed to be in. I was rock hard, and needed to cool myself down.

"Well, that uh, "I stumbled out, awkwardly turning as I got off the bed in an attempt to hide the pipe in my pants, "that's good to know then, great."

I shuffled off out of the room and into the bathroom, my heart a piston in my chest. Splashing water on my face in the dark bathroom, I begged desperately for my cock to go down, but nothing seemed to work, I just couldn't' calm down.

My attention was suddenly caught by a faint light from outside the bathroom window. A light coming from next door. I went over to the slatted blinds and looked out toward the source; right into the bedroom of my next door neighbor Sarah.

At first there was nothing, only an empty room, but I gasped as Sarah walked "into frame," as it were. Her hair was wet, and a towel was wrapped around her body from the armpits down; she had clearly just come out of the shower.

Sitting down on her bed, her profile in view, she began to brush her long, wet hair. It was at that moment I realized I had forgotten to close the bathroom door.

"What're you looking at, Tim?" Tara's soft voice asked from behind.

I turned, and tried to make a quick excuse but nothing came out. She glided in, an inquisitive look on her face, and joined me at the window.

"Oh my God, it's her!" she quietly exclaimed. Tara knew of my crush, and she knew of my secret portal into Sarah's bedroom, and she was excited to be witness to the voyeurism.

"Wow, she's got a great body," an impressed Tara said as Sarah started to lotion her freshly washed legs. The bar in my pants had not gotten any softer.

"Maybe we shouldn't; " I started to object, but was hushed quickly as Tara zeroed in on movement coming from Sarah's room.

"shhh-shhh-look; I think she's talking to someone!"

I looked back over and sure enough she seemed to be addressing someone as yet a mystery to us. My heart stopped. Could it be Stephanie? Whoever it was, that twinge of ridiculous ownership bubbled up slightly, but was swept away as I felt Tara grasp my wrist.

"Oh my God," she said, squeezing me tightly. We both looked, our eyes glued to Sarah's window, as the other person entered. It was a young man, not much older than us, naked from the waist up, a matching towel wrapped around his hips and legs. Stocky, but not unfit, the mystery guy stepped in close to Sarah as she finished running her lotioned hands over her smooth legs. They smiled knowing smiles at each other as they talked, eyes locked on each other. Then Sarah's hands reached out, and lightly grasped the towel around his waist.

"Oh my God," I echoed, my lust and jealousy colliding on the surface of my brain as Sarah, still smiling, gently pulled off the mystery guy's towel, revealing his thick, hard cock.

"That is a nice cock," Tara said, dumbfounded. It wasn't remarkable in length, but it had a thickness to it that made Tara's legs shift a bit. Mystery guy reached down with one hand and gave it a single stroke before briefly cradling the big, full balls it came with. I heard a faint moan of approval come from Tara.

Sarah, still in her towel, then reached forward, wrapped her hands around his straining cock and started slowly stroking him. Still smiling, they talked to each other still as she deliberately pumped his cock. My mind whirled with thoughts of what they might be talking about. What dirty things they might threaten to do to each other.

We both held our breath now, watching in rapt attention at the private, erotic display we had stumbled on to. Mystery guy stepped even closer to her (or did she pull him), so that the bulbous head of his cock was centimeters away from the top lip of her towel, and then, with her eyebrow cocked, and one final inaudible word passing between them, Sarah lowered her head and took the tip of his hard cock into her mouth.

Tara and I both gasped. She squeezed my wrist harder. Here I was, with one of my best friends, spying on the girl of my dreams as she gave this mystery man slow, sensual head. My cock was hard, and I desperately wanted to give it relief, but I couldn't; not with Tara right there, could I?

Both their eyes closed now, enjoying the moment, Sarah's hands continued to work his shaft while her beautiful lips and wet mouth suckled, kissed, and tongued his tip. Lost in his own pleasure, the mystery guy placed one hand on Sarah's head, and instinctively began thrusting his hips. Despite this seemingly dominant act, it never appeared as though Sarah was out of control, and she kept the pace slow and rhythmic. Then, as a second hand was placed on her head, Sarah popped her lips off his cock, and released both her hands.

"That was so hot," Tara said, shaking her head in disbelief, "I bet he was just about to cum, that's why she stopped. That girl is good."

"Yeah," was all I could muster, as my hand reached down to readjust my painful erection. Tara's eyes quickly flicked down to catch my movement.

A big smile back on her face, Sarah leaned back seductively on her elbows, opening and closing her legs playfully as mystery man slowly pumped his thick, glistening cock. Then, with her hands making a sexy show of it, she slid her hands up to the knot in her towel, undid it, and opened the folds wide, unveiling to my eyes two of the most fantastic tits I've ever seen. Tits I've wanted to see for years. Large, pale, freckled tits that did not disappoint.

"Jesus, what a damn body," Tara said again, as we both stared at the exposed physique of our fellow classmate. Her stomach was flat and tight, her hips flared out seductively, the low light of the bedroom sculpting shadows over her curves and muscles.

Giving two more languid pumps of his cock while he too stared at the work of art before him, mystery guy then kneeled down before her, as if to pray to her sacred altar. He ran his hands over her body and spread her legs. Sarah bit her lip and giggled, as he lifted each one of her strong thighs over his shoulders and leaned himself forward. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back as his tongue began work on her cunt.

As we watched Sarah get eaten out by this mystery guy, I noticed Tara was also in need of some adjustments in her pants as well. Her ass was shimmying slightly, her thighs rubbing together, and her thumb impatiently strumming the button on her shorts.

My own pants were incredibly tight now, and my hand squeezed and released, squeezed and released around my captured cock. Tara looked at me, and I looked back, but no words were said, just wide eyes in disbelief and pent up sexual frustration. With no games, no birthday presents to act as pretext, our teenage awkwardness took center stage and made sure we stayed repressed.

Turning our attention back to the lewd display we were encroaching on, we saw mystery guy stand up quickly, both he and Sarah breathing heavy, drunk with lust. He pumped his cock faster now as he crawled on to the bed with his knees as Sarah shimmied backward. Leaning his body over hers, their mouths met in a passionate kiss, and her legs wrapped around his torso.

"Oh fuck," Tara said as we both recognized what was coming next: reaching down with his hand, mystery guy positioned his thick cock against the wet opening of Sarah's cunt and with one, slow, firm thrust, slid himself all the way inside her.

"Oh fuck," Tara said again in disbelief, "the whole thing; she took the whole thing!"

I just watched in dumb silence as the mystery guy began passionately fucking the girl of my dreams. Her chin was tucked down, her legs gripped him tight, and her whole body shifted with each rhythmic thrust. I fantasized about being the one between her legs, imagining it was me who was making her gorgeous face scrunch and grimace at the pleasure of being stretched wide.

I was so caught up in the spectacle before me that I didn't even realize how blatantly I was squeezing and rubbing my hard cock through my pants, until Tara's voice broke my trance.

"Tim," she said softly. I turned toward her. There was a lusty look of need in her eyes, the tip of her tongue running back and forth over her painted lips. I looked down; she had one hand tucked tightly between her clenched thighs. "Do it," she said, a dry gulp following her words, "just do it."

I nodded faintly, and began unbuttoning my pants. Tara began to do the same, and I freed my hard cock to the cool air just as Tara snaked one hand down into her open pants, between her legs, and started frantically fingering her drenched cunt.

Grasping my aching cock in my hand, I began stroking it at an equally wanton pace.

We both masturbated with abandon as Sarah writhed in pleasure on mystery guy's pistoning cock. Grabbing her thigh, he pulled out, Sarah's hot love juice dripping from his proud penis. Flipping her over onto her hands and knees, he grabbed her ass and pulled her back toward him. She gave a lusty look over her shoulder as he lined up once again, and then her mouth hung open in a silent moan as he slipped back into her wet cunt from behind.

Tara started moaning now as she rubbed her clit, both of us watching in awe as mystery guy fucked Sarah hard from behind. We could see his thick cock clearly on each outstroke, and Tara couldn't help but comment on how hot it looked watching his cock go into her. Our breaths grew ragged. I pumped my cock, wishing it was Sarah's tight cunt, not my hand that was stroking me, the voyeurism of it all making my cock surge even harder.

Clearly I had learned nothing from the Stephanie incident.

I looked over at Tara. Equally as erotic as watching Sarah take that thick cock was watching Tara finger herself toward orgasm. Her tits shook like jello in her push up bra, and her body began shaking as she got closer and closer.

I looked back at Sarah. She hung her head down as mystery guy penetrated her willing cunt. Suddenly her body began to shake, and I knew she was cumming.

Unable to hold herself up anymore, she dropped her face down to the bed, her back curved in an exquisite severe arch that accented her wonderful ass. An ass gripped tight by his hands as he drove his cock into her spasming cunt.

Sarah's orgasm must have been too much for mystery guy to take, because he quickly pulled his cock from her trembling body, thrust it up over her ass like a boat cresting a wave, and hunched over as hot cum spurt from its tip. Two, three, four pulses, dropping hot ropes down Sarah's arched back.

I gasped as this sight brought me right up to the edge, and then I heard a long groan come from Tara. She slapped her hand hard down on the window sill, hung her head, and then threw it back with a big arch as she came. She was vibrating, her eyes clenched shut, her mouth open wide; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The coil inside me snapped. I quickly grabbed some tissues, and tried in vain to contain the blast as my balls clenched, and started firing hot semen out of my throbbing cock.

Hearing the throws of my ejaculation, Tara opened her eyes, and looked at me. I stared into those dark, lusty eyes as we both pulsed our way through intense orgasms. Her breath was hot and heavy, her tits rising quick and falling hard. Her eyes clicked down to my cock, and she watched as the last throbs of hot joy ebbed its way out of my tip. She moaned.

I finished my jerking, and collapsed onto the nearest sturdy surface, trying to regain my breath. Tara did the same, her pants still splayed open and unzipped. We looked at each other, and instantly our panting breaths stopped as we started to realize what just happened. No words passed between us for a moment, just mutual bewilderment.

We were two good friends, but I felt like we had just crossed some new threshold. Sure things had gotten blurry when I jerked off for her at her birthday party, but that was more innocent curiosity than anything. This, on the other hand, was two people who, despite never touching each other, had just shared a raw moment of intimate lust. This was different.

Finally, as if on cue, we both burst out laughing.

"Holy shit, what just happened?" Tara giggled, pressing her palm to her head in disbelief.

"I don't know but, damn," I responded, equally flummoxed.

"That was so fucking Hot," she exclaimed, making no attempt to straighten herself up, "and Sarah, Jesus, that girl is, who knew she could take a dick like that? I can see why you like her so much!" She laughed again. I chuckled with her, and I thought back to what had just transpired. Secretly watching the girl I crushed on take a proper dicking was dirty, sexy, and sent my hormonal teenage brain into the stratosphere, and yet, it wasn't Sarah who made me cum. Just like that night after her birthday, it was Tara who put me over the edge, Tara who had finished me off. All without ever even touching me.

"Well, I should get going," Tara said as she buttoned her pants and tried to make herself look presentable.

"Yeah, Kelly will probably be home any minute, and this would be very hard to explain," I added, packing away my still-sticky gear.

"That was really fucking wrong, but also really fucking fun," she said, and took a step toward me. Right in front of me now, she placed her hand on my shoulder, then ran it up toward the base of my neck. My hand instinctively met her at the flare of her hip.

I had never touched her like that before.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Miller."

Then, just like that, the moment was over, and Tara was on her way out the door.

"I'm really looking forward to the prom," she cast off, as I walked her out, taking one look back at me. She gave me that wry smile again, flashed her fingers in a goodbye wave, and headed off.

Going back up to the bathroom to make sure everything was in order, I played over the events in my mind. I took a final glance out the window toward Sarah's room, but it was dark now.

I relaxed onto my bed, collecting my thoughts. I hadn't been before, but after tonight, I too was looking forward to the prom. Something was telling me that Tara and I were going to have a really great time together. Body and mind still abuzz, I fell into a peaceful sleep.

The week passed quickly, and though we never brought up what happened, there was an unspoken electricity between Tara and I any time we talked. It was new and exciting, and a total mystery to what it meant for us as friends, and more importantly to what it meant to us as prom dates.

Thursday rolled around, the day before the prom, and I was all smiles as I went to pick up my tuxedo.

Getting into my car my mind wandered toward the evening ahead. I wondered what kind of dress Tara would be wearing. I wondered what she might be wearing under it.

Snapping me out of my day dream at that moment was my phone; it buzzed with a text message alert.

"What time is the limo picking us up?" It read.

It was from Stephanie.

Chapter 6: It's prom night, and Tim has two dates!

"What time is the limo picking us up?" I read again. My stomach dropped.

It had been multiple weeks since I had fucked things up with Stephanie, and in that time I had neither seen nor heard from her. She had agreed to be my prom date if I helped her pass her college placement test, but with the radio silence after what happened between us I had no reason to believe she would follow through on her end of the bet.

More importantly, I already had a replacement date! My best female friend Tara lost her date as well, so we decided to be each other's dates. No problem, everything worked out fine. We were two friends just having each others' backs. There was no way in hell I could in good conscience leave Tara high and dry.

Especially now, after what happened the other night.

Tara and I shared an extremely erotic moment. She and I masturbated to orgasm in full view of each other as we secretly watched Sarah, the girl next door and my longtime crush, get fucked in her bedroom by some mystery man. It was like nothing we had ever experienced together, and made the prospects of our upcoming prom date much, much more interesting. I definitely wanted to go to the prom with her.

But at the same time, I had recently discovered that I had some feelings for Stephanie, although I wasn't exactly sure what they meant. She had long been the older girl who teased and tormented me, but spending time with her, helping her study, had brought us closer together. I got to know her, and only after I fucked things up with her did I realize that I actually enjoyed her company. I definitely wanted to go to the prom with her, if only to patch things up.

But it was the night before the prom. If I backed out on Tara now, she'd have no chance to find a date, and that would be extremely unfair.

"I think we should talk," I finally typed back to her.

"We can talk tomorrow," she responded.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to go," I sent back, making no mention of my date with Tara. Why didn't I mention my date with Tara?

"I always hold up my side of the bargain," she replied, then followed up with "besides, I already have my dress," punctuated with a winking emoji.

A mirror selfie of Stephanie in her dress suddenly appeared on my phone.

My cock twitched.

"5 pm" I wrote back

What the fuck was I doing?

Arriving back home from picking up my tux, my step mom Kelly could instantly tell something was plaguing me. I told her the whole situation, conveniently leaving out my burgeoning feelings for Stephanie, as well as the fact that Tara and I had orgasmed together peeping on the girl next door. She agreed I was in quite the pickle.

"Have you told Tara yet?" She inquired.

"No, it all just happened. I have no idea what to even say to her," I bemoaned.

"Well," Kelly said, pausing to think, "I think you should be honest with her. You know, it's funny, something similar happened to me one time," she said, a slight giggle to her voice.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, it was actually the night I met Sandy and Don. It was in college, and there was this big formal dance, and my boyfriend and I had just broken up that day, so I was totally stranded for the dance. Sandy was a girl who lived on my floor, and she had found me crying, and she said why not go to the dance with her and her boyfriend? I agreed, and that night Don got to stroll in with two women on his arm, and I gained two lifelong friends." she smiled as she reveled in the nostalgia. "Not a bad deal, if you ask me!"

Encouraged by this heartwarming story, I decided to tell Tara the truth, and then to just try and make it work. I hadn't totally considered that this was an entirely different situation with entirely different dynamics at play though; I was too busy telling myself everything was going to be fine. I was also distracted at the lingering wonder of what Sandy must have looked like in college. I would jerk off later that night thinking about her large, womanly breasts sitting even higher and more pert than they did today, and wonder if she was as big a freak in college as she was as a housewife.

The eventual phone call with Tara did not go as well as I hoped.

"So I'm going to the prom alone?" Tara said, incredulously.

"No, not at all, you're still going with me!" I said, obtusely.

"But you're going with Stephanie now, right?"

"I mean yeah, but; "

"So that means I'm going alone."

"No, no, I'm going with Stephanie, but I'm ALSO going with you!" I exclaimed.

There was a long silence on her end. She did not match my enthusiasm.

"Listen, Tara, I royally fucked up with Stephanie, and I really want to try and make things right. I'm sorry this puts you in a tough spot, but I don't see why it has to be anything other than a fun night for all three of us!" I said, selling harder than a used car dealer.

Another silence.

"Is this really what you want, Miller?" She finally said in a low, almost pained tone

"I think it's the best option, and a win for both of us." I said plainly.

Another silence.

"Tara?" I said, wondering if she was still on the line.

I heard a long intake of breath. "Ok, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at five. Goodnight, Tim." she said, a slight crack in her voice. The line went dead before I could say goodnight myself.

"Crisis averted" I thought to myself, feeling like the smartest guy in the world.

But unfortunately, it has been proven time and time again, that horned up teenagers can be pretty fucking dumb sometimes.

The others had already begun to arrive as I finished up getting ready. My tie was a brilliant shade of blue that I thought really made the whole look come together. I straightened it, and after a final once over in the mirror, I headed outside to wait for the limo, prepared for the onslaught of pictures about to be taken.

Meeting me outside were Mike and his girlfriend Kerri, Matt and his girlfriend Luisa, Anthony and his date Kristin, Ross and his date Julia. They were all good friends of mine, but I had been seeing them less and less as they had been exploring the exclusivity of romantic relationships, something I had yet to experience.

I looked over at Sarah's house, wondering if she had left yet. Even with two very real women to accompany me tonight, I still looked forward to seeing her. Seeing her at her most raw the week before had only strengthened my crush on her. She was a fully-formed sexual being now, not just a flicker of a fantasy. Her freckled face, scrunched up in the throws of orgasm flashed across my mind.

My cock twitched.

"So what's the deal, big guy," Mike inquired, snapping me back to reality, "too much longer and Mr. 'I've got two dates for the prom' is gonna be Mr. 'all by himself' at the prom."

He was right. Neither girl had arrived yet, and for the first time I considered that there was a solid chance neither one would. Stephanie was a legendary tease when it came to me, and Tara, well Tara didn't exactly seem thrilled with the arrangement. My stomach fluttered a bit.

"You've got two dates? Ross exclaimed, joining the conversation.

"Yeah, Tara, and Stephanie from upstairs," I said. "Long story."

"Do they know about this, or is it going to be a sitcom scenario tonight?" Ross teased.

"Yeah of course they know; " I started, catching myself as I realized something crucial: I hadn't ever actually told Stephanie this was happening. After my call with Tara, I had been so preoccupied with stroking my cock to the image Sandy on her knees in a dorm room titfucking Don's thick cock that I completely forgot to tell Stephanie the deal.

My stomach dropped again.

At that moment, I heard the front door swing open, followed by a short, sharp "oh wow" from Mike. I turned toward the commotion, and there, at the top of the short stairway stood Stephanie.

I thought back to when she and I had made our bet. She agreed, accompanied by a singular boast that she would "wear something so hot there wouldn't be a soft cock in the entire class." I next thought back to what she texted me last night: that she always holds up her side of the bargain. Looking at Stephanie now, I could see she told the truth.

Descending the stairs was no less than a goddess. Blonde hair done up to perfection, eye makeup dark and smokey, lips painted a muted red, she wore a black, backless dress that hugged every curve and held on for dear life. Connecting at a point on the back of her neck, the front draped tastefully tight down over her full breasts, split in a deep, alluring V that ran down almost to her navel. Her long neck and the swooping curve of her collarbone were on display. The cut and style of her dress made it absolutely clear she was not wearing a bra. The long gown flowed down loose to the ground from her waist. Each step produced a glimpse of her long, shining, athlete's legs, as the side featured a slit that ran almost all the way up to her hip. On her feet she wore black stiletto heels with intertwining straps that grasped their way across her feet and around her ankles. Completing the look were long, black gloves that ran up past her elbow.

Stephanie glided past a line of slack jaws, male and female, stopping just in front of me. She looked at me hard, her big, blue eyes accented by the exquisite eye makeup. I don't know if I had realized her eyes were blue before.

"You look, uh, you look,” I stammered.

She cocked an eyebrow and just said "I told you so," followed by a knowing smirk.

"Now, don't you have a corsage for your prom date, Timmy?" she said, holding up her bare wrist.

"Listen, Stephanie, I,” I started, mouth losing all moisture, but that was all I could get out before a car pulled up in front of the house. The passenger side door opened revealing an ankle-high boot at the bottom of a leg clad in fishnet stockings. A long dress made of big, red ruffles shuffled around it as Tara stepped out of the car.

Short black hair newly cut and styled, brown eyes framed by sharp mascara. A choker around her neck led the eye to her exposed shoulders, and down to the tight corset top with ruffles that hoisted her perfect breasts into drool-worthy cleavage.

It had the vibe of a high-class old western show girl, and Goddamn she looked fantastic, but it was her lipstick that gave me pause. A brilliant shade of blue painted across full lips. It matched my tie.

Her lipstick matched my tie.

I looked at Stephanie. The hard stare was back, this time directed at Tara.

"After what happened between us," I began, "I just assumed you didn't' want anything to do with me, and Tara had just lost her date, so we decided to go together."

Her stare remained on Tara, who was greeting some of the others on the lawn.

"Once I heard from you I didn't know what to do, so Tara and I decided you would BOTH be my date, and I just totally forgot to tell you," I fumbled out again, leaving out the part that I was too busy busting a nut to the thought of her mom, in college, swallowing her dad's cum.

Stephanie paused, a deep breath rising her smooth chest, straining her full breasts against the dress fabric.

"And Tara's ok with this?" She finally said, looking back at me now.

"I am," came Tara's voice dryly from beside us. We both turned toward her.

"You look great, Tara," I managed to ooze out.

"Thanks," she said, cracking a brief smile, "but let's get one thing straight; we are noT both YouR dates, You are both Our date."

Turning back to me, Stephanie let an amused smile curl onto her lips. She paused, squinted at me like she was studying a science experiment, then finally said "Like I said, I always fulfill my part of the bargain, so works for me if it works for you."

I exhaled, feeling as though I had been holding my breath for hours.

"Great, great, that's just great," I said as I looked over to see the arriving limo, "let's get going, huh?"

After the requisite photos were finished up, we all started to pile into the limo. I was about to duck in when I felt a hand on my wrist, stopping me.

"You and I have things to talk about later," Stephanie said in a tone just short of menacing. She then slipped past me and ducked her way into the limo before me. I took one last look back at Kelly for some sort of moral support, but she was too busy laughing and talking with Sandy, Don, and a newly-arrived Brian. Kelly hadn't said anything about going out tonight, I wondered if Brian was there to see her, or to see Sandy and Don.

The ride to the prom was fun. All of us joked around like the friends we were, passing around a smuggled flask of hard alcohol. Tara lightened up once the laughing started, and more than one time grabbed my leg and leaned into me as she giggled. I couldn't help but take in the sight of her perfect breasts bouncing as she laughed. Stephanie didn't try to force herself into any of the conversations, but she was pleasant, and maintained a sexy aloofness, definitely playing into her role of the "hot older girl."

Leaning over to me, she whispered into my ear, "Mike and Kerri, are they going out?" I looked over at the big, burly Mike, sat next to the much more diminutive Kerri. Her hand never left his leg the whole ride.

"Yeah," I whispered back

"Umm," Stephanie sighed, before adding "I wonder what it looks like when they fuck."

I stiffened up. I had known from Mike that they hadn't yet made it past "hand stuff," but that didn't prevent my mind from conjuring up the lewd image of the bigger Mike thrusting into Kerri from behind, his hands gripping her generous ass tight.

"They um, haven't yet," I managed to squeak out.

"I see," she said. Sensing my discomfort, Stephanie softly chuckled. She was going to make this a long night, I knew it.

I looked over at Tara. Her lips grew tight and she bounced her eyebrows as she met my gaze, and then directed her attention back to the conversation at hand.

We arrived at our venue, which, unimaginatively, was our high school gymnasium. Don't get me wrong, it looked great, and was impeccably decorated, but it was still the same gym we had frequented for the past four years. The parking lot of the school was a sea of limos, and ours joined them after dropping us off at the door.

Lining up for pictures, Stephanie chose to opt out, saying it'd be better if I took my photo with Tara. Tara thanked her, and there seemed to be a legitimate moment of kindness between them. Stephanie stood over by the entryway while we waited our turn at the photo stand.

"I can't believe you didn't tell her what was going on," Tara said as we waited.

"I know, I'm a moron, I just straight up forgot," I said. My eyes watched Stephanie as she lounged by the entryway. One of the chaperones, Mr. Ridley the gym teacher, made his way over to her and began chatting her up. He was a younger guy, and had a bit of a reputation, and clearly wasn't going to pass up the chance to address a gorgeous, lonely mystery girl like Stephanie.

"So what's this going to look like tonight?" Tara asked, "am I going to get to dance with you, or are you going to be lap-dogging Stephanie all night?"

"Huh? What're you talking about?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Stephanie. She looked over and caught my eye. Smiling, she became much more animated while talking to Mr. Ridley, dare I say flirtatious. My blood started to rise as I thought about her going home with a hound like Ridley.

Tara saw where my focus was placed, and just laughed. "Nothing, nothing at all," she said, "let's take some pictures.

Full Swing

Finishing up with the formalities, the prom was in full swing now. I knew Stephanie didn't know anyone here, and I remembered how I felt at Rachel's prom, so I did my best to make sure she had a good time. Tara was a social butterfly who knew everyone there, so I figured she could take care of herself.

Looking around, I found Christine, and we greeted each other in a big hug. I introduced her to Stephanie, who was very cordial in return.

Christine had on a gorgeous, but modest, yellow dress that left her well-covered, showing very little skin. Pairing up with the ultra religious Bobby Dorf had seemingly suppressed her inner carnal conflict, at least for now. They danced very chastely, swaying and shimmying to a respectable degree on the fast songs, and making sure to save some room for the Lord on the slow ones. I noticed a time or two where Christine tried to pull in close for a more romantic dance, but Bobby was quick to create distance every time. In those moments I could sense the sexual frustration she had inside, and my mind wandered as I thought about what she might do to relieve it.

Getting Stephanie onto the dance floor, she continued to hold up her end of the bargain by dancing in the most erotic way possible. Running her hands up and down her tight body, swerving her hips back and forth like a sexy snake, backing her ass into me and grinding it on my poor, defenseless cock. I knew it was all for show, but the cavalcade of high fives and thumbs up I got through the evening made it all worth it.

After a particularly energetic number, as the next song slowed down to a more intimate tempo, Stephanie leaned close to my ear and said "after this song, meet me in the limo; it's time to talk."

I watched as she glided away towards the exit, her ass swaying seductively as she moved. More than one head turned to watch her as she went.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Turning around, I looked down at Tara's smiling face.

"Wanna dance?" She said, brushing a long strand of spiky black hair off her forehead.

I held out my hand, she took it, and we pulled each other close for a slow dance.

"She's Putting on a real show, huh? We should find her a pole."" Tara said with a timid chuckle as we rocked.

"Yeah she definitely went all out," I chuckled back.

"So did you guys talk yet?"

"No, she wants me to meet her in the limo after this song. I'm sure she's gonna read me the riot act."

I felt Tara draw me closer. The bones of her corset pressed against my stomach, and her lovely cleavage pushed up even further against my chest. We swayed there in silence for a moment.

"What if I asked you not to go?" Tara finally said.

"I have to," I said, shaking my head, "I have to apologize to her and try to make things right."

"Well what if I want to talk to you too,” she said, trying to drive home a point with her eyes that I was completely ignorant of, “ about the other night?"

"Yeah, we should talk about that," I said softly, my mind thinking back to our voyeuristic, tandem eruption, "but we can talk about that later once I cool things off with Stephanie, I promise."

The song started to fade out, and I began to get antsy.

"Well then who am I going to dance with, tonight?" She said, not letting go.

My nerves were rising now, anticipating my talk with Stephanie. I was anxious to head out to the limo, and let me tell you, friends, my anxiety did not express itself in the most positive manner.

"I mean pick whoever you want!" I exclaimed, "You know everyone here wants to fuck you, and you've probably fucked half of them already anyway, so the world's your oyster; no need to wait for me!"

As stupid as it sounds, I'm being totally honest when I said I meant that as a compliment, but judging by the speed at which Tara's hands dropped off my shoulders and a distance appeared between us, my own personal intention was completely irrelevant.

After something that idiotic being said to her, you would expect her head to be on fire, ready to murder me with a stare, but the eyes I looked into after such a colossal blunder weren't angry, they were disappointed.

"So that's what you think of me, huh." she intoned flatly.

I was at a loss for words. I searched my mind for something smart or even honest to say, but nothing came out.

"Tara, I,” I began, but she raised her hand, stopping me instantly.

"Don't even try, Miller," She said as she backed away from me, "don't even try."

She shook her head one final time, and then disappeared among the crowd of dancing students. The colored lights swirled around me as I stood there in dumb silence.

What had I done? I had just hurt one of my best friends, a girl whose friendship meant everything to me. My dumbass mouth had started another fire, one that was going to be much, much harder to put out, but I still had the first one to think about. Running my hand through my hair and letting out an exasperated sigh, I headed out toward the parking lot.

The cool air felt good as I left the gym, and as I wandered out to the maze of limos, I went over exactly what I was going to say to Stephanie, but what just happened with Tara kept taking center stage. I couldn't think straight.

Finally I recognized our limo, and I paused for a second and took a deep breath. I opened the door, the one with the window open just a crack, and got inside.

The moonlight cast a cool blue hue across the interior, and my eyes adjusted as I sat down. Across from me, at the far end of the limo, sat Stephanie, her long legs crossed over one another.

"Hey," I stammered out.

She said nothing. It was a thick stressful silence.

"Stephanie, I; "

"How long?" she finally said, cutting me off.

"What? How long what?"

"How long have you been listening to me through the floor?"

I thought back to the first time, months and months ago, the first time I heard that sexy short-short-long cry of orgasm she had. The night I came so hard I blacked out.

"A, pretty long time," I admitted.

She stayed perfectly still.

"Is that why you wanted me to come to the prom with you? Cuz you thought I was some kind of slut?"

"No, no, not at all!" I exclaimed, sitting up stiff; nothing could have been further from the truth. "It was just a stupid deal. You were always teasing me, and I just wanted to get you back for once."

I rubbed my hand through my hair as I told her the truth.

"And then we started hanging out more, and getting to know each other, and I started to really, look forward to it." I blabbed.

"Why?" She said, her stoicism never breaking.

"Because,” I sighed, pausing, “ because I like you.

Another long, stressful silence filled the space. I saw her shape in the darkness, but all I could really see was the moonlight on her crossed legs. Those smooth, toned, crossed legs.

The silence hung there longer this time, giving me a chance to really soak in it. Finally, Stephanie’s voice cut through.

"Did you enjoy it?" she said quietly.

"Yeah of course, I loved hanging out with you," I said energetically.

"No. Did you enjoy, it." She said deliberately,

It was my turn to pause now. She was asking me if I enjoyed the intimate sounds of her pleasure dripping down through the floorboards like honey.

"Yes," I practically choked out.

"Did you jerk off to it?" She asked, sliding her long legs along each other, finally moving.

"Yes." I couldn't lie.

"Did it make you cum?" She said.

"Every time." I answered softly.

Her legs uncrossed and she sat up. I saw her face for the first time, cast in the cool moonlight. She patted the long bench seat perpendicular to her, beckoning me to come to her. Swallowing hard, I slowly obeyed.

That hard, inquisitive stare returned.

"This is embarrassing," she said, smoothing out the front of her dress with her lithe, gloved hands.

"No, please, it's my fault, I shouldn't have been eavesdropping," I started.

"It's embarrassing," she said, putting her hand on mine to stop me, "because you've heard me cum, but I've never heard You cum."

My head snapped back at her, my eyes wide.

"Now that's hardly fair, is it?" she breathed. Her thumb started slowly stroking the back of my hand.

Blood surged into my cock. I nervously shook my head no.

A sly smirk curling its way onto her lips, Stephanie bunched up her dress, and melted down onto her knees in front of me.

Starting at my face, she ran her gloved hands down over my body, spreading my legs wide. My breathing increased as her hands rested on the insides of my thighs.

"Take it out," she instructed.

I fumbled with my belt buckle, undid the button of my tuxedo pants and slid down the zipper. Reaching inside, through my underwear, I found myself already hard. I grasped the firm shaft and revealed myself to my step sister's best friend. The night air was cool on my hot skin.

"Well look at you,” she rolled, her eyes affixed to my stiff erection. Tara had said I had a "fantastic cock," but didn't elaborate, so I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but from the look on Stephanie’s face, she seemed to be in agreement.

All at once she removed her hands from my thighs, and leaned back, away from me.

"Show me," she said, looking back up at me once again.

"What?"

"Show me how you stroke your cock while you listen to me," she implored.

This had to all be a gag, right? One big tease from the master manipulator Stephanie, really putting me over a barrel to get back at me for what I had done? That rationale flitted through my mind, but was quickly over come by the erotic situation before me.

I began to stroke my cock for Stephanie.

Her eyes never left my cock as my fist slowly slid up and down my length. I was painfully hard, and the image of the femme fatale before me caused me to throb in my hand. This wasn't going to take long, I could tell.

I continued to stroke, and pretty soon my eyes clenched shut in mounting pleasure. As my breath began to get ragged, I suddenly felt a gloved hand on mine, stopping me. Opening my eyes, I released my dick, placing both my hands at my sides.

Sitting back up on her knees, between my legs, her hands returned to my thighs.

Stephanie’s eyes examined my hard cock; hard for her; and her tongue darted out across her perfectly painted lips.

She looked at me once again with that piercing stare. This was it, this was where she was going to pull the rug out from under me. Here I am, hard cock out for all the world to see, completely vulnerable.

Eyes never leaving mine, her hands lifted off my thighs, slid up to the back of her neck, and gently unclasped the top of her dress. Each side in her hands, they slowly came back down, past her sexy collar bone, down the top of her chest. Then, like a curtain raising on a grand performance, she slid the fabric of her dress down past her nipples, revealing to me her full, supple breasts.

Stephanie, my step sister's best friend, the girl who spent years teasing me, the older girl who lived upstairs, now kneeled before my erect, exposed cock, baring her breasts for me. Perfectly shaped and just more than a handful in size, the cool night air mingled with her own apparent arousal to make her nipples stand at attention.

My dick throbbed. She wrapped her hand around its base, holding it steady.

"Can't have you ruining that nice suit, now, can we?" she said in a syrupy tone, a devilish smile forming on her lips.

I held my breath.

Stephanie leaned forward at an agonizingly slow pace, and then, for the first time in my life, the head of my cock passed through the lips of a gorgeous woman and felt the soft, hot wetness of her mouth.

I groaned long and hard.

So did she.

The feeling of Rachel's hands milking my hard cock had been amazing, but the feeling of Stephanie’s mouth was absolutely electric. Her lips and tongue suckled my tip for a moment, and then slid down my length, taking more of me into her mouth.

I moaned again as I felt the pressure building in my loins.

Her head bobbed up and down two or three more times, making my cock slick with her saliva. I felt her free hand grasp my churning balls and begin a gentle, rhythmic squeezing motion.

I moaned louder.

Then her hand around the base of my cock joined in on the action and formed a perfect corridor of suction and friction, all three working in tandem to summon my orgasm.

"S-Stephanie,” I choked out as my body began to shake.

"Umm" she moaned back in return, never stopping her ministrations.

"S-Stephanie, I,” I tried again, as I felt my balls pulling tight, preparing for release.

"Umm" she moaned again as the pleasure train kept rolling.

"I'm gonna,” was all I could manage as my entire being funneled into my straining cock.

"Um Hmm" she moaned in the affirmative, never taking her mouth off my twitching cock, never missing a beat on her rhythmic pattern of sucking and stroking.

Her head bobbed up and down two more times, and then everything went white. Like a star bursting behind my eyes, my whole body tensed and held for what seemed like an eternity, before all at once releasing. With a shudder and a long moan broken up by sudden gasps for air, my swollen balls propelled torrent after torrent of hot cum into her mouth.

Into STEPH'S mouth.

I was cumming in Stephanie’s mouth.

Her deliberate pace of sucking and stroking had a level of experience and care to it that Rachel's handjob desperately lacked. Where Rachel was just jerking me off to empty out my balls, Stephanie was pulling the cum out of me. Each squeeze, stroke, and suck was demanding my juices into her mouth. Onto her tongue.

She stopped her head bobbing, but continued to coax me along with both hands, encouraging my spasming cock to give her every drop of hot love I had stored up. Another low affirmative moan emanated from her as I filled her mouth. I felt her throat pulse as she swallowed, once, twice, three times.

My vision returned as my pulsing slowed down, and Stephanie’s gentle hands continued to shepherd me through the fog of euphoria. Still high from my volcanic eruption, my head lolled to the side, my vision catching the slightly open window on the back door. I momentarily froze as I recognized the silhouette of a figure standing just outside. A female figure. Too dark to make out who it was, all I saw was the pin prick highlights of her eyes as they made contact with mine.

I heard a long slurping noise and looked down as Stephanie finally released my spent cock from her perfect mouth.

Flicking my eyes quickly back toward the window, the figure was gone now.

Stephanie straightened up, delicately wiped the side of her mouth, and with one more gulp swallowed what was left of my semen.

"Now we're even," she said, that smile coming back to her lips.

I had no words, just ragged breaths, and a dumbfounded look.

"But that by no means means you're off the hook, Timmy," She said, running her hands up my legs and over my torso, leaning in so her plump tits with the hard nipples were level with my face. "Because you've still got a lot to make up for," she sighed, running her fingers over my mouth, "and I'm not done with you yet."

With that, she leaned in and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I could taste the remnants of my cum on her lips. It was an electric moment.

Then the moment was over as Stephanie pulled away and started to put her dress back in order.

"But right now why don't you make yourself presentable and go enjoy the rest of your prom?" She smiled again, taking a final look at my disheveled self and deflated dick, reached for the door, and slid out.

"I'll see you soon, Timmy," she offered up finally, and with a chuckle shut the limo door behind her.

I sat there in silence, my dick still out, not entirely knowing what just happened. I felt like I had gotten hit by a sexual mac truck. I had a lot of questions, as there was plenty I didn't know, but what I did know was that my step sister's best friend just gave me my first blowjob, and I came in her mouth. And she swallowed it.

My spent cock twitched.

I wandered back into the dance still in a daze, practically floating. I looked around the gym, peering through the disorienting lights looking for Stephanie, looking for Tara, looking for someone, but just seeing a rolling wave of people on the dance floor.

Then, as the music changed to a new song, the wave parted, my eyes focused, and I saw a vision of beauty walking toward me. Long, red hair cascading down over pale, bare shoulders, the tops of two large breasts bouncing slightly, held up by a shimmering, strapless, green gown.

It was Sarah

In the commotion of the evening I hadn't seen her at all, but was very happy to now as she greeted me with a smile.

"Hey there - you ok?"

"Yeah, I, I'm just looking for my date."

"You mean Stephanie?" She said, eyebrows arching over beautiful green eyes.

"Yeah," I said flatly, momentarily forgetting that Sarah and Stephanie knew each other very intimately.

"She took off," she said, quickly bringing me back to earth, "she told me to tell you thanks for a great evening." Sarah's eyebrows arched down, and her smile turned more devilish.

I wondered for a moment if it was her eyes I saw watching us in the limo.

"Thanks,” I paused, processing what she had just told me. Looking down at this gorgeous girl, my hardest crush, I thought this was it; this was the time to make a move. Ask her to dance, you dummy!

My mouth began to form the words, but before any sound came out, another figure approached out of the shadowy room, and snaked a hand around Sarah's slim waist.

"Hey babe, let's dance - I love this song," he said. Looking up at him, I saw a familiar face, belonging to someone I had most recently seen shooting his cum all over Sarah's naked, writhing back.

"One second," Sarah said, "Bill, this is Tim, he lives next door to me."

"Yeah, hey man, how's it going," Bill said dismissively, "c'mon, I don't want to miss this one!"

Bill began to pull Sarah by her hand toward the dance floor. Sarah rolled her eyes at me, waved, and then disappeared back into the bouncing mass of students.

I looked around the room for Tara, but she was nowhere to be seen. Looking toward the drinks table, I saw Christine's pretty yellow dress. She was alone, so I sidled up next to her.

"Having fun?" I said. She turned her head and greeted me with that big bright smile of hers.

"Yeah I guess," she said, her smile drifting into something more pensive, "my date seems to have disappeared on me."

"Bobby ditched you?"

"I don't know what he did, but he's been gone for a while, leaving me here at this prom where I don't know a soul."

"You know me!" I exclaimed, trying to brighten her mood.

"And where were you?" she offered back with matching, sarcastic energy.

A vision of Stephanie on her knees, swallowing hard as my cum pulsed into her mouth flashed across my mind. I decided to change the subject.

"Well, I'm looking for someone too, and my date straight-up LEFT."

"Aw, that's too bad, she seemed nice." Christine commiserated.

I pictured Stephanie’s fingers delicately wiping my cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah she's, something else."

The music changed again, slowing the tempo down to something more intimate. I decided not to waste the moment.

"Hey, you wanna dance?"

Her smile returned and she nodded yes.

Out on the dance floor my hands landed on her hips, hers resting languidly around my neck. I wanted to be respectful and give her the distance that Bobby did, but she closed that distance quickly. As our bodies touched, I felt her modest, perky breasts push into my chest. I thought I heard Christine let out a soft moan.

I got the feeling this was the first time she had been touched in a while. I knew she was fighting an internal battle between her godliness and her own natural, carnal desires, and I was desperate to know who was winning.

"So are you and Bobby like, a thing?" I asked. A weak smile passed over her lips.

"Oh, I don't know," she said, pausing as she thought for a moment, "he's very, nice."

"Nice, huh?" I responded in a teasing manner.

"Yes, Nice," she said back, a knowing smile forming.

"But nice doesn't exactly get your motor running?" I said, digging deeper.

"My motor has nothing to do with it," she said, slightly embarrassed, "he's nice, and nice is what I need right now."

"Are you sure it's what you want though?" I pried.

Her eyes drifted far away. Clearly she was playing thoughts across her mind. Were they feelings of regret? Fantasies of the forbidden pleasure she had felt so guilty at enjoying?

She pulled me tighter to her body.

"Yes, it's what I want," she said unconvincingly.

After a short, awkward pause, she moved the subject off of her.

"So what about you; tell me about your date," she said with an excited tone, "are you and she an item?"

"I don't know what we are, honestly" I said with a sigh. It was the truth. I had gone to the limo to clear things up with Stephanie, and had come back even more confused than before.

"Well do you WANT to be?" Christine pressed.

"I don't know," I said, pausing for self examination. I thought about everything that had happened recently. My experience with Rachel that had ended in her disgust, my masturbatory exhibitions that felt like research for Tara, even the blowjob I had just gotten from Stephanie (holy shit I just got a blow job from Steph!) felt more like a power play than anything else. "I think, I want to be, wanted," I said finally.

She smiled and shook her head in mild disbelief.

"What?" I chuckled, confused, matching her with a nervous smile of my own.

Christine leaned in, practically resting her glossy lips on my earlobe. Close enough that I could hear her tongue run over them before she whispered in that sultry, smokey voice, "Tim, a girl doesn't suck your dick like that if she doesn't want you. Trust me."

I froze, stopping our swaying just as the song was wrapping up.

It was her.

Those mysterious eyes watching Stephanie and me from outside the limo belonged to Christine. Christine, my friend from church, the pastor's daughter, watched my step sister's best friend suck my dick. Watched me cum in her mouth. And what's more, she identified with it.

But how? Was she speaking from a purely generalized point of view, gleaned from the passion and intensity with which Stephanie mouthed my manhood? Or was she speaking from experience? Was she admitting that in her weaker moments she had expressed her pent up sexual frustration with her lips and tongue on a twitching, willing cock?

Christine leaned back from my ear, arched her eyebrows at me, and smiled again, the colorful dance lights casting a sleek shine on her painted lips. I instantly began to wonder how many times those lips had slid along the shaft of a hard cock. How many loads of cum had she tasted after they spasmed into her welcoming mouth. How many had she swallowed.

My cock twitched, hard.

Turning her head toward the hallway doors, she finally spotted Bobby. "Thanks for the dance," she said, leaning in again to give me a kiss on the cheek, "I'll see you Sunday." She flashed me a smile once more, then headed off to meet her returning date.

Still in slight shock, I watched her as she met with him; he looked a little disheveled. They spoke briefly, Christine nodded, shrugged her shoulders in a "sure, I guess" kind of gesture, and they both headed for the exit. The prom was winding down now, so it wasn't so unusual that maybe they'd want to call it a night. I wondered how turned on Christine was, and if she would try to suck Bobby's cock tonight. I wondered if he'd let her. A pang of jealousy and resentment shot through my stomach like an arrow.

Lounging back at the drinks table, I scanned the room again, and this time finally found Tara as she returned through the same doors Bobby had. She really did look amazing tonight. A gothy vision dripping with sex appeal. A gothy vision whose lipstick matched my tie. I saw that her short, spiky hair was a bit messier than I remembered, and it was then that I caught the pensive, confused look on her face.

She hadn't just, with Bobby Dorff, had she?

As I pondered this impossibility, another figure returned through the same set of doors: Bud Pepper. He and Tara shared a flat, emotionless look, and went their separate ways. Oh no. It seemed as though Tara and Bud might have hooked up again, and based on their expressions, I don't think it had gone very well. Again.

My mind flashed with imagery from the story Tara told me - grinding her clit on his mouth until orgasm. Milking the spurting reward from his huge cock all over her body.

I thought about what he had said to her afterward, cutting her deep after she gave him such pleasure, and how it reminded me of the dirty, unwanted feeling that Rachel had left me with.

That sharp twang in my stomach came back. She was my friend, and I just didn't want her to get hurt.

Tara saw me, but as I started toward her, she turned away and joined another group of classmates. I didn't follow. I had fucked up. I gave her her space.

I found Mike and Kerri, and we posted up at one of the circular dinner tables arranged around the dance floor.

The prom ended, and there was still some life left in us as conversations continued on the limo ride home. I tried to be in the moment, but Tara's refusal to even look at me, let alone sit near me hung heavy on my mind.

I saw Kerri's hand absentmindedly slide over the inside of Mike's thigh. I thought about what she must look like naked. What she looked like stroking Mike's cock. I wondered if they'd fuck tonight.

I thought about how, not too long ago, I had two lips and two hands milking my cock for all it was worth in this limo.

I pictured Christine as the one doing the milking.

I thought about how Tara's lipstick matched my tie.

To be continued in Part 4

By LiminallySpaced for Literotica.