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The Prom
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

If you're looking for teenaged sex, move on - this is 
a nice story. (mf-teens, rom, no-sex)

***

The big girl plunked herself down beside me in the 
cafeteria, dug her elbow into my ribs, grinned at me 
and said, "Hey dorko, I need a favor."

"For you, anything since you ask so nice," I told her, 
smiling back and trying to ignore the sharp blow. Jade 
McGill was probably one of the strongest girls in 
school, a real killer at the volleyball net, as well 
as being damn good looking. I chased her briefly 
before deciding she was well out of my class, 
economically. She was also one of the best-dressed 
females in a school filled with stylish dressers.

"Well," she said stealing one of my Oreos, "my little 
sister, she's a freshman, but she wants to go to the 
junior prom. And since you're a junior and I doubt any 
decent girl would be seen dead with you in public, I 
figured you could take her, as I favor to me." She 
smacked her lips. "How about it?"

"Got fifty bucks?"

"Sure, but you'll need more than that."

"I'm not going to rent a stretch limo or any of that 
dumb stuff."

"You could take her to supper, someplace nice. I'll 
give you a hundred. You could get a haircut, y'know?"

"She aware that you're doing this?"

"Not exactly. I told her I'd find somebody."

"And what do I get out of this?" I raised an eyebrow 
and leered. "Your fine, ripe body?"

"Ha!" she cried, which turned some heads. "Fat chance. 
Not in this life."

"Not interested then," I told her, taking a bite of my 
liverwurst sandwich.

"Come on, Billy," she whined. "Get serious. You think 
I'm going to fall on my back and spread my legs just 
to get you to do me a favor?"

"Course not, but after I finish eating your pussy, you 
might change your mind. I've got references, girls who 
think I'm pretty good. Want to feel it?"

"No way, you creep! How about you give me and my 
sister a ride home after school? We'll talk about it 
then."

"Can't, only got room for one. It's a two-seater. Your 
butt's too big."

She hit me again and nodded. "Red, right? I've seen 
it; looks like it's falling apart. I'll tell Meredith 
to wait for you."

"No. Send her up to the newspaper office. I'll put her 
to work."

So right after the last bell, here came this pretty 
little freckle-faced redhead. My 7th period is 
journalism so I was at work when she asked, loudly, 
"Which one of you guys is Billy?"

I raised my hand, and she smiled and made her way to 
my messy desk. We shook hands. She was a lot slimmer 
than her sister but just as pretty, maybe prettier 
with long legs and a stimulating shape, dressed like 
her sister in high fashion clothes, all soft and 
clingy. I put her to work typing some copy into 
columns, and we got done by four o'clock, walked down 
to the parking lot, chatting like friends, and she 
belted herself in and we drove out of the lot. "Which 
way?" I asked.

"Ridgeview, turn left. I thought you knew my sister, 
hooked up with her."

"Nope, never gonna happen either."

"How come. I'm confused."

"She's too good for me. Ask her."

She laughed.

I pulled into the drive-in, got a couple of Cokes and 
some fries and we sat and chatted about nothing. "Why 
the prom?" I asked.

"I don't know; kind of romantic; always heard about 
it, movies and stuff."

"It's just a dance in the junior college gym with some 
hoorah about princesses and stuff. Lot's of picture 
taking, some drinking and parties after."

"Don't you like dances?'

"Not really. I enjoy watching."

She licked her lips. "Girl watching?"

"Right. Love those strapless gowns. You got a dress 
all picked out."

"Yep, Vera Wang. It's shimmery purple and real short, 
strapless."

"What' it cost?"

"No idea, a lot probably."

"How old are you, anyway?'

"Thirteen, why'd you ask?"

I chuckled.

"Oh," she said, "I get it. No sex under sixteen, 
right?"

I licked my lips, pretended to think, smiled and said, 
"Usually."

She laughed and I drove her home. She insisted I come 
in and see the dress. I sat in the kitchen and she ran 
off. Her sister appeared, scowled at me and sat, 
snorting. 

In came the girl with her dress. It was purple and it 
was short, and strapless.

"What's going to hold it up," I asked. "Glue, tape?"

"I've got boobs," she said. "Good ones. You'll see. 
Besides, it's boned."

So I put on my good suit, shined my shoes, combed my 
hair, bought her a purple orchid, took her to the 
Italian place, and we went to the Junior Prom. She had 
a good time, danced almost every dance, got pawed a 
bit and probably propositioned a number of times, and 
after the last slow dance, which I managed to do with 
her, we went home.

I walked her to the front door where the light was on, 
and we faced each other, holding hands. I bent and 
kissed her gently and she grabbed me and kissed me 
hard and then fled into her home, squealing, slamming 
the door.

Monday at lunch, here came her sister. "Jerko," she 
began, hissing, "the dumb girl thinks she's in love 
with you. Damn you anyhow; all your fault."

"All I did was kiss her goodnight."

"Shit, you were nice to her, polite, considerate; you 
know what you did. She's going to join the newspaper, 
volunteer."

I nodded and chewed. We don't have much time at lunch. 
"When do I get my reward?" I leered at her, "Your pure 
white body, right?"

She got up and stomped off.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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