The Prom
by Goupil


email: levik9999@yahoo.com


I was in the most idiotic situation one could ever imagine. The day of
the prom had come, I had no date, and my parents insisted stubbornly that
I go anyway.
'Once in a lifetime you're a highschool graduate, dear.'
'So what if you don't have a date? Do all your classmates have one? Oh
come on, just go there and have fun with your classmates...'
'Don't be stupid and shy like us at your age...'
Yeah, that was probably their unconscious reason: to have a revenge on
their lives that they had not lived at my age. But damn it, I wished to
assure them that they had not lost anything - well, except some
humiliation. There was no way I could open my mouth to protest, though.
God! My world was tumbling down. I was going on the road to my
humiliation...
I stepped out the door and immediately a thought crossed my mind: I was
not going to go to the prom. I'll just go somewhere in town to spend
some time with myself.
I went to a cybercafe and decided I should spend some time there chatting
with some girls and of course pretending to be someone I was not.
After some time there came to sit near me two girls. I was not feeling
very much at my ease, I am always shy with girls. I caught a glimpse of a
cold, despiteful, slim, very self-confident short-haired blonde - but of
an astonishing beauty - and of a rather strongly-built redhead. These
girls were both so self-confident and proud, but so attractive...
Without being fully aware of it, I ended up little by little by staring
at them.
They must have felt it, as they started whispering something to one
another.
'Cute... sweet...' were the only words I could distinguish. Were they
talking about me?
When they finished sending their emails, they came up to me and started a
conversation. They introduced themselves, the blonde was called Liselton
and the redhead Joëlle. They asked me if I had any specific plans for the
rest of the evening. I said no, and so I was invited by them to a bar for
a little drink and some dancing.
I was asked to choose the girl I wanted to dance with, and - a bit shy -
I picked up Liselton.
It was her who led the dance. It was a fascinating experience, full of
mystery it seemed to me. She was a cold girl, but this only added to her
mystery. She seemed so much at her ease, in full control of the situation
and well, of me among other stuff. Something made me feel weak and
insecure.
One thing led to another and suddenly I was shocked to find out that they
were both older than me, in their late twenties, even though they looked
so young. I was freaked out and could only say faintly, 'Don't you
think I'm a bit too young?'
I was told it was my fault, as my prom suit made me appear older, but
anyway I was 18 years old and thus officially an adult.
'Up till now everything went fine, before you knew our real age. And now
you're just gonna behave like a crybaby?'
'What are we, some unattractive old hags?'
'Come on sweetie, are you afraid of me? Or do you find my strong body
repulsive according to your standards of female beauty?' Joëlle
questioned me.
'Oh come on, dear, we won't hurt you. We are nice to sweet boys like
you. It's those macho men we just can't stand that we engage in
competition with... those who believe that they are to dominate us.'
Suddenly they both seemed to me so kind, that I decided to stay and
continue this. As a matter of fact at that moment I found them both so
incredibly attractive. My classmates at the prom had dates, but none of
them was that lucky as me, to have two real women! I began enjoying the
idea and was no longer scared. I felt protected and safe with these two
strong women. Unlike girls my age, I did not have to worry about how to
go on; Joëlle and Liselton had matters in their own hands, I only had to
be able to let myself led by them.
I felt I could trust them and I told them about the prom.
'Poor child,' they said and tried to make me feel better. They didn't
laugh at me, unlike girls my age would have done. They liked me the way I
was, and actually found my weakness and insecurity sweet and cute.
Joëlle told me that there was nothing great about love between two
adolescents. But a gap of age between the two partners made a heavenly
experience.
That night I had an unforgetable sexual experience with both of them -
they guided me with inspiring music in the background, I only had to let
myself in their hands...

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The phone rings. I leave my comfortable place in front of my laptop to
answer. It's Joëlle, asking me how my exam went and telling me she'll
be home soon from work.
I've been married to Joëlle for a year now, I'm in my last year of
university and on my way to graduate. I don't know how I would have made
it to the final year without her support and encouragement.