Foolish Wisdom
36 Prom
“CAN WE ACTUALLY DO THIS?” Mom asked Dad and Anna. The three of them were still clicking pictures. Bill and Crystal would get their opportunity when we went to the restaurant for dinner before the prom. I was standing with Courtney on one arm and Jennifer on the other. Anna and Dad looked at Mom.
“Would it make a difference if we stayed here?” Anna asked. “We’re not that good at keeping an eye on them… when we’re together.”
“It just seems so irresponsible, but you’re right. And I did have other plans tonight,” Mom winked at Dad. My father blushed.
“Wanna tell us what’s going on?” I asked. Mom nodded to Anna.
“We don’t want you kids out wandering around after the prom tonight,” Anna said. “I know there are always parties you can go to and things you can get into, but there are also always drugs and alcohol and things get dangerous out there. And it’s not like we don’t know what you’d be looking for if you went to someone else’s house. But I’m sure bedrooms get crowded after prom.”
“Mom!” Jennifer gasped. “I’m not going to take Courtney and Brian to someone else’s house to use a bedroom. Mine’s perfectly good for that.”
“Which is precisely why we won’t be home when you get back from the prom.”
“What?”
“I’m taking Marilyn and Hayden back home when you leave. We won’t be back tonight. Brian can bring the two of you with him when he goes home tomorrow and we’ll drive back together tomorrow evening. That way you’ll have a couple more hours together as well.”
“Anna? Are you saying the three of us have the house to ourselves tonight?” I asked. “Alone?” Anna blushed. So did Mom.
“Kids, we don’t know exactly how far you’ve progressed in your relationship, but we’re all pretty sure you are well past the ‘no touching’ stage. Son, if you’ve decided to go further with either or both of these young ladies, then we want you in a safe place and we don’t particularly want to be around for it,” Dad said.
“Girls… my beautiful young women,” Anna said. “You’re both protected but remember it’s always safest to use a condom. You’ll find a box in your bedside drawer. Please don’t feel like since we’re gone you have to go that far tonight, but I know you are all… ready. I assure you there will be other opportunities and we’ll probably be seeing a lot more of the Frosts in the next year. At least I will be. If you are all still together, you can, too.”
“Brian, drive carefully and take care of your girlfriends,” Mom said softly. “Remember, ladies come first.” All three of us turned scarlet and rushed out the door to go to dinner at the restaurant.
Yes, I intended to sleep with Jen and Court after the prom tonight, and hopefully to give them some nice loving that didn’t include penetration. We never expected to have the house to ourselves. It reminded me of my night with Samantha. What we’d done was… well, she was the first girl I’d tasted straight from the source. When I looked at my two dates for the prom, my mouth started watering.
Dinner at the Tally Ho was superb, of course. Bill cooked our petite filets and Crystal acted as our server. We weren’t paying for the meal, so it wasn’t fair to send a waitress over to our table if there wasn’t going to be a bill to tip a percentage of. Nearly all the waitresses stopped by our table, though, to say hi and comment on how nice we looked. Well, we did look nice until our food arrived and Bill brought out three chef’s jackets and had us put them on so we wouldn’t run the risk of getting a spot on our formalwear.
The prom was pretty cool. They’d chosen “A Day at the Races” as the theme, even though the Kentucky Derby had been the previous week. People pretty much wore the same kind of formals and tuxes that they would anyway, but every girl was sporting a pretty hat and gloves and a lot of guys, me included, wore a Panama hat with their tux.
There’s not much more I can say about the dance. We had a slight hassle when we went in as they didn’t have a procedure to check in a triple instead of a couple. They kept trying to tell us that I was listed as Jennifer’s date and Courtney had no date. We finally said, “So what?” and they let us in with a shrug. It was just as difficult at the picture booth that was set up in front of a backdrop of Churchill Downs. The photographer kept trying to get me to take a picture with Jennifer and then when we said we were all three together he thought we wanted a picture of me with Jennifer and then a picture of me with Courtney. When we finally convinced him that we wanted all three of us in one picture, he charged us extra for the third print. What a gyp.
The Kokomo prom didn’t end until two o’clock and then there was an after-party that went until eight. They were just trying to keep everybody safe and accounted for. We left.
We each got ready for bed separately. I had a new pair of silky pajama bottoms. I couldn’t stand to sleep in a shirt any more. It took me five minutes to brush my teeth, get my pajamas on, and shave. I waited in bed for ten minutes. Jennifer came into the bedroom wearing a pink gauze baby doll pajama set that was to die for. The panties, which were about two inches below the bottom hem of the top, were just a string around her waist with a little strip of fabric that went between her legs. The material of the top was so thin it was completely transparent. Her ripe, full breasts were clearly visible with nipples that stood straight up. She came to me and crawled in bed, cuddling on my right side, but not offering to do anything more as we waited for Courtney. We waited only a minute before our sexy lover entered the bedroom. She wore a sheer black negligee that hung from two spaghetti straps at her shoulders to nearly her knees. It was so thin, though, that it was clear she wasn’t wearing anything under it.
Jennifer moaned against my side. Her eyes never left Courtney as she made her way to the other side of the bed and crawled in next to me.
“Brian?” Jennifer squeaked. “We’re not really going to go… all the way tonight, are we?” Where was that brave and brash girl who crawled naked into my sleeping bag at the dude ranch two-plus years ago? I chuckled.
“We’re serious, Brian,” Courtney admonished me. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Honey, sweetheart,” I said. “None of us are seventeen yet. I’m not going to break our agreement. Did you plan to?”
“No!” they both said as they hugged themselves tightly to my sides.
“We just weren’t sure if you thought…”
“Since our parents aren’t here…”
“That we were going to…”
“Anyway.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you want to happen tonight and then give me permission to make it happen,” I said.
“Um… I… um… wanted you to… lick…”
“I want you both to…”
“I want to lick…”
“I love you both so much!”
Put it in any order you want. Most of the time, I wasn’t sure which girl was speaking.
“Wait for me a sec, okay?” I whispered to Jennifer. She nodded. I turned and kissed Courtney. It started out a little tentative but quickly deepened. “Court,” I whispered.
“Mmm?”
“You’ve been waiting a long time for someone to lick your little pussy, haven’t you?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Does it excite you that tonight is the night?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.” The sound was scarcely more than her breathing.
“May I touch you?” She nodded. I started at her knee and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. She shuddered against me as I dipped into her hot, liquid center. I surveyed her pussy with my fingertips and circled her bud before I scooped up a bit of her fluid on my fingers. “Wait for me a sec, okay?” She sighed. I rolled slightly toward Jennifer.
“Look what I found,” I whispered to her. I brought my fingers under her nose and caressed her lips with Courtney’s juices. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out before she sucked my fingers into her mouth. “Isn’t she yummy? Don’t you just want to drink her all up?” Jennifer moaned and nodded her head.
“Are you going to do her first?” she asked so softly I could barely hear her.
“May I touch you, Jennifer?” She nodded vigorously. “I don’t think I should do Courtney first, do you?”
“Um…”
“I think you should.” I touched Jennifer’s bud and she arched her back up pushing into me.
“Brian!” I scooped up some of her juices and turned back to Courtney.
“Don’t you want a taste?” I asked.
“Yes. Touch me again, please?” I fed her Jennifer’s juices from the fingers of one hand while I caressed her clit with the other.
“Jennifer and Courtney, I give you both explicit permission to kiss me, touch me, and love me in every way the rules allow,” I said softly as I held them close. I felt a hand go immediately to my cock.
“Brian, I…” Jennifer started. I squeezed her and pointed with my head. Jennifer’s eyes got big. “Brian and Courtney, I give you both explicit permission to kiss me, touch me, and love me in every way the rules allow.” I turned to look at Courtney. There was a tear leaking from her right eye and I caught it with my lips.
“Jennifer and Brian,” she rasped out. Her voice sounded hoarse and she was panting. “I give you both explicit permission to kiss me, touch me, and love me in every way the rules allow.” I pulled my two girlfriends close to me and we all three kissed, first trying to get all our lips together and then letting our tongues come out and welcome both the others’ tongues to them. I began the process of tugging each girl’s nightie up and when they were both off, they worked on my pajama pants and Jennifer’s panties. In a minute we were all completely naked.
“Now,” I whispered. I don’t know why we continued to whisper since no one else was in the house, but it just seemed right somehow. “You’ve both waited so long for this. I’m here. I’m with you. I love you. Jennifer, turn around so your head is at the foot of the bed.” She did as I directed. “Courtney, come over here. Your lover is waiting for you to kiss her.” Courtney looked at me, startled. She glanced at Jennifer, whose legs were parted expectantly.
“Really?”
“I know you want me with you for your first, but your very first should be with each other. Courtney, all you have to do is crawl on top of Jennifer and settle your sweet nectar on her lips as you dip into hers. I’m here with you.”
“Is it okay, Jennie baby?” Courtney asked as she crawled near.
“Yes, lover. You know I’ve always wanted to taste you, right from the source. I love you, Court.”
“I love you, Jennie.” Court put her knees on either side of Jen’s head and Jen pulled her down to her lips as Courtney dipped her head between Jennifer’s thighs. I reached between the girls and fondled their breasts as they took their first taste of each other without me as an intermediary. In seconds, they were enthusiastically lapping at each other and squealing their pleasure. I’d chosen this arrangement intentionally. Without losing contact with either girl, I moved to the foot of the bed and looked down at Jen with her eyes closed in bliss and her tongue working at Courtney’s clit. I bent over them and inserted my tongue between Courtney’s cheeks and licked her asshole. That started the first orgasm and as Courtney screamed into Jennifer’s pussy, that started the second. Before the night was over, we’d all lost count, but had enjoyed every oral position three people could get into.
The year was moving quickly to a close. The last five weeks of school seemed to be flying past. Somehow, I managed to spend time with each of my local girlfriends, even though Elaine was in Indianapolis until Memorial Day and Jennifer and Courtney were in school until the twelfth. Once I understood what Whitney’s plan was, I took the beatings she gave me every day with good grace—as much as possible. I got pretty sore. I found a local natural health store that sold arnica cream. I was going through it like water. Sometimes I had someone to help put it on. The only ones who knew about how I got bruised were Whitney and Hannah. Hannah continued to slip into bed with me on Saturday mornings. I slept on Friday night with underpants on. Hannah usually came to bed with a T-shirt and panties on. Twice she asked me to massage her feet and we ended up in a hot make-out session. I loved touching her breasts when she gave me permission—usually by pulling my hand up under her shirt—but I was certain that neither of us came while we were together.
I was surprised when Whitney started arriving early on Saturday morning and getting into bed with us as well, sometimes beside Hannah and sometimes beside me. That was when she told Hannah what she was doing to me and the two of them started applying the healing salve to my bruises. Hannah watched us work out one morning and made sure she came over more frequently to put the salve on. It was sweet.
“I guess Whitney is being pretty hard on me,” I laughed as Hannah put salve on one of the marks on my leg. I could have done it myself, but I wasn’t going to complain. Hannah looked at me seriously and I raised an eyebrow. “What is it, sweetie?”
“What you’ve always said, Brian,” she whispered. “You do whatever is necessary. I’m not very good at it. I promise I’ll get better, though. And you always have to keep your promise, right?” I opened my arms and Hannah hugged me.
“Honey, I don’t know how all my so-called ‘life rules’ came to be so publicly known, but they are for me. It’s not even that I made rules and then started to follow them. I just wrote down what I discovered I was living by. I don’t expect other people to have the same rules. Don’t try to follow my rules if they don’t fit your life.”
“But I want them to fit my life,” she said. “I want to be the kind of strong person you are. The kind of person you can always depend on. I want to be good enough for you.”
“No! No, no, no, sweetheart. Please don’t ever think you aren’t good enough. It doesn’t take following my rules to be good enough for me.”
“What does it take, Brian?” She was serious. What did it take for her to be good enough for me? You’ve got to be kidding! But it was obvious she wasn’t.
“Hannah, I don’t think we should ever in this life discuss being good enough. That’s a stupid leftover from the religious dark ages. If I had to think if I was worthy of you, or of any of our girlfriends, I’d curl up in a ball and never show my face again. How could we be worthy? We love. I’ve never doubted your love, Hannah. You never have to doubt mine.”
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