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Story ID:9662
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Gilboa New York USA
Person:Prom date
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By Fred Wickert

In my high school days I attended a number of Junior Proms and Senior Balls. All were a big deal. Most of the regular dances were affairs where there were three square dances followed by three round dances and then three square dances again. Junior Proms and Senior Balls were different. They were a special affair. There was one of each per school per year. One usually, but not always, attended the ones at the school they attended only.

I was a ladies man and known to attend at another school with a girl from that school on occasion. Once I took a girl from another school to my school but that is another story. My first prom was at our school. Now a prom or ball was different from standard dances because there were no square dances. It was all strictly round dancing. In addition, boys wore a suit and tie and girls wore an evening gown. It was customary for the boy to obtain a corsage for his date as well. I always got an orchid for that part of it, and usually wore a carnation on my lapel.

For my first Prom I was in somewhat of a quandary. I was 15 years old. That was not old enough to have a driverís license, even if one could get the car. None of the boys in my class had a driverís license. I donít think any of the others in my class went to the Prom that young anyway. I did not have a friend with a license that was going, that I could ask to double date. That meant the most embarrassing of all. I had to ask a parent to chauffer me. Dad was kind enough to do the honors. He was very nice and did not tease for which I was forever grateful.

The girl I took to the prom was from the next class ahead of me. I wonít name her here so that I will not embarrass her. She was a good looking, tall, long legged brunette. In high heeled shoes she was even taller and the legs seemed even longer.

My date did not know how to dance. I think I learned to dance when I was in the sixth grade but the girl did not. I assured her that I would teach her and that it was no big deal.

When we arrived at the dance I was pleasantly surprised at how good she looked. She wore a pink dress that went almost to the floor and there was some kind of white trim on the dress and some of it went around the bottom of the dress. Her hair was long, dark and shiny. She looked quite pretty and compared very well with the other girls there. I was quite pleased.

We sat for the first two or three dances so she could watch and see what the other girls were doing. Then I coaxed her up on the floor to try it. I took her off in a darkened corner and we got in position. I explained that she should follow my lead. The music was slow and easy. I explained the steps to her and how to count them one to four and then start again. She was catching on quite well I thought.

In just a little time she began to relax and we loosened it up a little and even tried some faster music. That is when it happened. She suddenly stepped forward with her right foot when she should have stepped back. She was tall and long legged anyway and my right leg went all the way in between her legs. I got an instant erection which jabbed into her inner thigh. It was only a fraction of a second but that was enough.

I tried to cover it up by remarking that sometimes with dancing, things got unexpectedly a little warm and close. She got very red in the face and she replied that she could see that it did.

The rest of the evening as we continued dancing, we must have looked a little odd to others as we both had our rears sticking out behind us a little farther than normal. If anyone noticed, they never mentioned it within our hearing and thank God for that!

We did enjoy the evening very much and had a good time. She had attended her very first Prom with a date, which most of the other girls in her class could not say. There was no good night kiss when I took her home because after all, Dad was driving. That kind of puts a damper on such things.

That was the only date I ever had with that girl. We always remained good friends but never dated each other again. I donít know why other than that I always went for the petite ones. A year after she graduated from high school she invited me to her wedding and I attended.

Over the years I have thought about that night a number of times. I have always wondered if she did too. Neither of us ever spoke of it again.

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