One (Prom ) Night Out of Time

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

One (Prom ) Night Out of Time
[F4M][Mf][AGE][Teacher/Student][Proms aftercare][Solace][Vanilla][Formal Dress]
She had a bad time at her prom and for solace, turns to her favorite teacher

You open the door wide and there I am.  I am dressed killer. Bathed and scented down to the skin, my lithe and toned legs are smooth as marble and covered in silk. My makeup is perfect; my hair is shiny and falls gently down my back. My dress is a two piece number in light pink brocade. The top is a bandeau with spaghetti straps, the long skirt is gathered at one side and slit to halfway up my thigh. A diamond sits in my belly. I am dressed to bring men to their knees. I am dressed for the Junior Prom.
You smile to see such a vision. “Wow,” you say, then your brain takes over and you look like you’re going to ask a question.
"You told me you wanted to see my dress, remember?" I tell you. A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away, upset.  “I had such a lousy time.”
“Oh, poor baby, I know all about nightmare proms.  Come in, come in,” you say and you put a consoling arm on my bare shoulder, that does more than console.
 “What happened?” You ask and I tell you the sad story: The breakup phone call this afternoon, the uncomfortable drive to the hall in separate cars, the bad food and the distracted company.
“I find it hard to believe he still dumped you after seeing you tonight.”
I turn and hug you then. Pressing my half-naked body against yours gives me such at thrill.
“But why come here?” you ask into my hair.
“You wanted to see the dress, remember? You said so this afternoon,” I reply as I nuzzle your chest, breathing in your essence.
"Sure," you reply, confused. "But I thought you'd show me pictures or something. At school."
"You'd better get your camera then," I tell you.  "I bailed early and didn’t get any done."
 "I'll get my camera,” you say. I don’t want to let you go, but I do.

You come back with a regular camera, not digital, and a tripod and set it up in the large kitchen/dining room. I stand in the kitchen in my dress and you can't seem to keep your eyes off my belly. Or the slit up the skirt and the flash of my leg. You have never seen anything so beautiful in your life and you tell me so. You’re so sweet and it makes me ache for you that much more. You pose me like a pro and I ask you about that. You tell me you've done photography as a hobby for years. You burn through a roll in record time. You tell me I’m a good model and you wouldn’t mind working with me again.  I know what I think you mean by this and thrill at the words.

You look indecisive then and I don’t want you to think too much about what is happening so I walk up to you and put my hands on your chest.
"Could you, you know, dance with me?" I ask.
"Sure."  You say with a smile.  "What song?"
"Something slow," I say, looking around as you go to the stereo in the living room. I saw candles when I entered. I find and light them before turning out the kitchen lights. I hear some clicking and then music starts. When you come back, you are wearing a tuxedo jacket over your t-shirt and my heart skips a beat at the sweetness of the gesture. You tell me the candles are a good idea and then you take my hand for the dance. I don't recognize the song, but it's slow and beautiful. You hold me medium-close and I pull you closer. One beautiful song leads to another and we turn slowly around the kitchen and I'm starting to feel better than I have all day.
"Thank you for this--mock prom," I mumble into your neck.
"I can't think of anyone I'd rather go to a mock-prom with," you say and I can't help but laugh. "It’s good to hear your laugh”.
"He was an immature asshole anyway," I say, pouting.
"You smell fantastic,” you say. "I apologize, I must smell like..."
"You're wonderful," I cut you off. I've been drinking in your smell since we started dancing, and loving it.
"You're the wonderful one,” you say after awhile. "Wonderful and lovely."
"Can I tell you something?" I ask, after a longer silence just being close.
"Sure," you murmur.
"I want you to make love to me."
You actually stumble a bit in shock, but you don’t let go of me. You suck in your breath and hold it for a long time. "Ooooohhh Melissa," you say regretfully "It wouldn't be right. I would be taking advantage.  It would be rape."
"If anyone is raping anyone it’s me doing it to you," I tease.  "And it would be right. It really would. I'm not some airhead idiot being hysterical. You know me."
"I do know you, and I care about you. I have a resp---"
"Please?" I'm tearing up. "I really want this night to be special and if this happens it won't be ruined! I’m close to bawling but I hold it in.
“Oh, ‘lissa.” I hear your anguish.
 “I know you want me." I say, holding your eyes. "I see the way you're looking at me. The way you always look at me." I tell you. "You want me as much as I want you. Just let this one night out of time happen."

" ’One night out of time,’ "  you repeat. Then the pause that feels like forever, until you say, “OK.”

Then, you put your mouth on mine and we make out as we dance. You cradle my face as we begin and then your hands move around always coming back to the bare skin around my middle. I don’t know how to kiss you at first but I figure it out and it’s wonderful.  After a nice long time, the music stops and we break. We stand looking at each other and you tell me to wait while you make the rest of the house suitable. I take a moment in the bathroom to fix my makeup and when I dip a hand into my silk panties if find my pussy slick with anticipation. When I come out of the bathroom there is new music playing and candlelight is coming from every room.
"Where are you?" I call.
"Here," you reply as you step into the room. Somehow, you have found the rest of a tuxedo, except for the tie and you are so totally hot my knees almost give out.
“Does that camera have a timer?” I ask suddenly.  It does, and we pretend we are standing in a fake gazebo and I have my dream prom shot.

"Let's dance a little more." You say and I can't wait to be in your arms. Dancing is different now as you spend more time kissing my exposed shoulders and neck, slowly driving me crazy.  So caught up am I in your mouth and eyes and your body with mine, that I hardly notice that we are now outside the bedroom.  You see me notice and when I look up, you touch my face gently.
“I don’t know if I can control myself much longer,” you tell me, and I practically come right there. “You can stop this at any time, just by saying the word. We can go on dancing and making out till you have to leave, or whatever, but I would really like to take you to bed.”  My heart leaps at this. I smile and take your hand in both of mine and back up, pulling you into the room with me.

You take over and pull me to the end of the bed. We stand facing each other and I see you checking me for doubt.  I don’t have any.
You trail your hands down my arms giving me the pleasant shivers, and then you sit down on the edge of the bed and kiss my stomach. Half kissing, half licking, you swirl your tongue around my belly ring and it’s that exciting, just shy of being ticklish, feeling. I push your jacket open and off your shoulders. You shrug out of it and my hands start undoing the studs on the shirt. Your hands have been a comfort and a tease resting on my hips, now they move up my back and find the zipper of the bandeau.  Like an archeologist discovering treasure, I get the final stud and find your skin. You have made your own discovery as my top slides down my arms and your mouth and hands find my ready nipples. You stand and press our naked skins together and the feel is electric, comforting and exciting all at once. I feel the bulge of your cock pressing against my leg as you are kissing or touching the entire expanse of my upper body now, possessing me.  I have my naked arms all the way around you stroking your skin and feeling your muscles.

Now I turn my attention to your pants, undoing the belt and finding the clasp.  My fingers fumble and I give a little impatient growl that makes you laugh.  Finally the zipper is down and the formal trousers fall to the floor. My hand strays to stroke your cock through your boxer shorts. Now you growl and undo the long zipper of my skirt. I feel it fall away from me and you pull back to look at me. Your breathing gets heavier as you see my garter belt and stockings and the silk of my panties. I dressed to slay and by all accounts I have my first victim right where I want him.

You kiss down my neck and breasts, your hands on my hips again. Soon you are kneeling in front of me and your thumbs are hooked on the sides of my panties. I secretly thank God that I remembered to put them on last. You kiss down my belly and right above my pussy as you roll the panties down my legs. I almost stumble stepping out of them as your mouth explores my wetness.  Your hands slide up and down my stockinged legs and the touch is like warm electricity. I can barely keep my balance in my heels as your tongue finds my special spot and triggers my first orgasm of the night, the one that’s been building since I parked the car. I cry out in joy and you chuckle and I feel the vibration in my stomach.  You stand, then and kiss me so softly and tenderly that I nearly sob.
“Get on the bed,” you whisper, looking into my eyes.
“Put me there,” I reply and you pick me up and swing me around. I feel totally in your power as you lay me out, tenderly spreading my hair out on the pillow.

I feel like a porn star, lying in your bed with my heels and stockings on, and a big part of me likes that. I want to dare you to get the camera but I don’t want to postpone what I want most of all. You get on the bed with me now, and you spread my legs, grasping the first part of me you ever touched. You bend to kiss me and I am suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to touch your lips. We make out for a time, our hands all over each other and I wonder how long you can hold out. When will you take your pleasure from me?

“Fuck me,” I beg you. “Oh, please fuck me now!”  I say when I can’t stand it anymore.*

You grin and soon I feel the head of your cock pressing against my wet cunt. I look into your eyes and see what I have always known; you love me. You push and I welcome you inside with a sigh. You groan long and low as you fill me and complete me and it is full-on good! You’re thrusting now and I drink in the look on your face as you take your pleasure. I am building to another whopper, getting so hot that I can give you this, show my love for you like this.  With a sexy groan you come, filling me with your seed and putting more fuel on my fire with warmth.

You kiss me again and nuzzle my neck. I want to come and I know just how to make it good for both of us. I ask you to roll over and when you ask why I just smile and say ‘watch’.  When you are on your back I kneel in between your legs and start sucking our mixed cum off your cock. While I am bathing your cock and balls with my tongue I start to rub my clit with my hands.  I lock my eyes on yours as I do this, and I love the surprised and lusty way you watch me. I want you to always see me this way, your girl, your woman, your servant. I come as I am thinking this and it’s such a joyful release that I yell out loud.

I crawl up and collapse on you and you put your arms around me and gently stroke my face. I have never felt so warm, possibly because I had never felt as cold as I felt that afternoon. I cuddle closer. I feel like I belong here.

We talk about nothing at all for a while, just savoring this closeness and I thank you. You explain 'reciprocity' to me, thank me back,  and then tell me your own nightmare prom stories till I can’t stop laughing.  Too soon, it’s time for me to go. You get my bag from the car and provide me with a hanger for my dress.  I let you watch me change into my street clothes and even let you take a few pictures, but you tell me that no picture will ever capture how much this night meant to you. I have to agree. The night out of time was the night for all time.

MT
 *(I know that in real life despite how much we wanted one another, neither one of us would have gotten near this point without first having the contraception/safe sex negotiation. There is far too much mutual respect and affection here, aiight?.- MT)