Her mother never told her anything about this. It had been so different from anything she knew. Now she realized what her Momma and Daddy did when she...could hear them in the next room. She touched herself, feeling how her lady parts were still tender. She looked at her fingers and saw the redness, showing that she had bled. There was a lot of other sticky stuff there too. She wished it had been different. But something was nice about it too. She had come close to something. Her body had felt. They were mature, strict and severe looking types, the sort who might be headmitresses or in jobs in charge of other people, with a younger, brassy looking girl with them, who must have been in her mid twenties.He said they did have it, but there was only one copy left, and it was only sold to certain people. He added that if they were the right people, they would know why, and what the word was. The women all smiled knowingly, and one of them whispered something I couldn't catch into the guy's. You know the juniors put on the prom for the seniors. I told my committee that this was entirely their responsibility and I would not interfere even by being there to take any focus off them. They are doing a good job. A few of us in the group who aren’t going to the prom are spending the night at Liz’s to watch movies and eat popcorn,” she said.“What about ... your boyfriend?” I managed.“Which one?” She let that hang there until I twitched. “I assume you mean Brian and not one of the other. He told me to me to take my clothes off while he went upstairs to get something. So I got naked, except for the pantie and bra, and sat on the couch. He came back with a pair of his wifes underwear, noticing I was already wearing my own, he smiled slightly, saying "Well I see you come prepared". He threw the underwear he was carrying onto the couch next to me and ordered me to my knees. Gladly I did as I was told, as he slide his already erect cock out of his jeans and held in centimetres from.