"Maybe they're talking about that." Christopher pointed at a big posterhung up near the office that read, "Prom Court Nominations."Lance slowly walked...towards the poster. "It couldn't be. Could it?" hewhispered.Below the title were two columns, "Prom King", and "Prom Queen". The"Queen" column contained three names: "Olivia Jones, Deanna Scott, SimoneBiggs." Well, I suppose congratulations are in order," Christopher said.Lance felt his anxiety rise. He was conflicted. He wanted to be done. Then I slowly started stroking his dick and kept licking down and went to his asshole, and licked up his hole and he kept giggling saying it tickled him. I got up and put his dick in my mouth and started taking it in and out first slowly and then started deepthroating. Meanwhile, I kept fingering his asshole too simultaneously, to get him really horny. After 5-10 minutes I could feel his face expressions changing and his leg muscles stretching. I understood he’s gonna cum so I stopped, and he. I was horny, desperate for physical contact. I'd read too many hot cheap lesbian stories. I didn't care what happened next. I moved behind her and placed my hand over hers, the other over a breast. I leaned in close to her face."You could let me help you."She never resisted as I pressed hard against her hand moving it up and down over her pussy."Yes. ... That feels so ... good."Her mouth was open, her eyes almost closed. "Oh Abby ... I've dreamed more than once about this." I have too Kate."She. You swirl your tongue around my nipple. I can hardly contain my moans. You lie on top of me now...hold my hands over my head, and passionately kiss my mouth, neck and breasts. I try to wiggle free from your grasp, but you tell me that you want to spend time more time on my breasts. You hungrily suck my breasts until I cry out. Finally, you allow me to take off your shirt and caress your body. I kiss your neck and nibble on your nipples. We begin to shed the rest of our cloths and finally are.