My Son's Prom DatebyWildcard Ky©
I've been a single dad for about 6 years now. My wife died when our son was 12. It's not been an easy road for me, but I wouldn't trade it. My son and I have a very good relationship. Since my wifes death, I haven't really done any dating to speak of. I've been out a few times, but they were more friendship dates than anything else. Needless to say, sex has been pretty much non existent. I chose this lifestyle for a reason; I had a young teen aged son that had just gone through one of the greatest tragedies that a child can endure. With the loss of his mom, he needed love, but he also needed stability. I just didn't think it would be a good idea to have different women coming into and out of our life. I was afraid that it could lead to too many problems. He could possibly think I was just looking to replace his mom. Or he could get attached to a woman that I was dating, then if things didn't work out, he would have a sense of hurt that she wasn't coming around anymore. The best thing to do was to simply ignore dating all together, and just let it be the two of us while he was a teenager.
The plan worked pretty well if I do say so my self. Brian is now 18, getting ready to graduate high school, and a pretty well adjusted young man. Over the last several months he's even been giving me static about finding myself a girlfriend. He was ready to say these things to me because he had been dating his first steady girlfriend for the last several months.
I began to put some thought into getting back into the dating scene. It had been a long time, and I was pretty lonely for some female company. I was surprised to find that the whole concept of dating seemed a little scary. It had been 6 years, and I wasn't sure about how to "date" anymore. When he would mention it to me, I would usually just laugh it off saying that "I didn't have time", and "I had forgotten how to ask women out anyway."
Still, the thought always lingered in the back of my mind. I desperately wanted to hold a woman again. I wanted to feel the softness of her skin. I knew that before too long, I would be ready to try again.
All of this background leads me up to now. Graduation for Brian is just a few weeks away. His prom was this past weekend. About two weeks ago, he and his girlfriend broke up. He didn't seem too torn up about it, but he was scrambling to find a date for prom. Last Tuesday, he came home and told me that he was taking a girl that he works with to prom. Brian works part time in a record store, and she works there as well. Her name is Kelly. I've heard Brian talk about her before. She's a Junior in college, and apparently pretty hot. I asked him if this was the beginning of something between the two of them. He laughed and said it wasn't, they were just going as friends.
This being my only son, I paid for a limo for him and Kelly. My only condition was that they had to stop by here before Prom so I could get pictures. Also, I wanted to see if Kelly was as hot as I had heard!!
The limo arrived and Brian left to go pick up Kelly. About 45 minutes later they were back home. They came into the living room, and I was astonished by Kelly. She was stunning. She was about five foot six, with blonde hair with green eyes. She was wearing a white dress that accentuated every curve she had. I felt like a dirty old man, but I had an instant case of lust.
Brian introduced us, then I jumped into taking pictures. She was very nice, but somewhat quiet. Not a shy or demure type of quiet, but more of a knowing type of quiet. I found her quite intriguing on top of being beautiful.
After pictures were taken, I asked what their plans were afterwards. Brian said that they would be going to a party, and that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow.
After they had left, a part of me was envious of my son for being out with her. I tried to dismiss her from my thoughts but it wasn't possible. I kept telling myself "Hell, you're old enough to be her father." Then I would back that up with "You'll probably never see her again." I convinced myself that it was just the foolish thoughts of a man that has been too long without a woman. I moseyed off to bed at about 11:00 putting some serious thought into what I needed to do to get back into the dating scene.
I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by a voice from downstairs.
"Hello. Is anyone here?"
I threw on some pants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to see what was happening. Kelly was standing there alone.
"Mr. Kurtz, Brian is outside in the limo. Can you get him in the house?"
Oddly enough, the first words out of my mouth were "Call me Scott. Mr. Kurtz was my dad." As we started to walk out to the limo, I asked Kelly what had happened.
"He's okay, he's just really drunk." She said. "A bunch of guys snuck some booze into the prom, and Brian got a little carried away. We were supposed to go to a party after prom let out, but Brian was in pretty bad shape, so I decided it best to get him home." She then hesitated for a second and said "I hope you're not too mad at him. We were having a good time and he just drank a little too much."
"I'm not mad" I told her. "I would have been mad if he tried to drive or something like that."
We got to the limo and Brian was basically passed out in the back. The limo driver didn't look too happy with the situation as we lifted Brian from the seat. The driver and I held Brian between us as we walked up the sidewalk, and Kelly held the door open for us. We took him inside, and straight up to his bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, we just dumped him on his bed in his clothes. I thanked the driver for his help, and gave him a generous tip for all of his troubles as he was walking out the door.
As I closed the door and turned around, I noticed that Kelly was still standing there in the living room. "Shit, I'm sorry, I'll try and catch the driver and have him drop you off at your house." I opened the door, but the car was already pulling away.
"He's already gone" I said as I closed the door and turned back around. "I'll get my keys and take you home if you like."
She thought for a second, "If it's okay with you, I'll just crash here tonight. I still live with my parents and they might freak if an older man brings me home in the middle of the night. Besides, they aren't expecting me to be home until sometime tomorrow."
"Yeah, that's fine. You can sleep wherever you like. We don't have a guest room set up, but you can have my bed if you want it, I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, the couch is fine with me" she said.
In the chaos of getting Brian into bed, I hadn't really looked at her. She was not as perfectly made up as she had been earlier, but was still absolutely stunning. We stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds. I think she knew that I was staring at her, lost in thought. She grinned a little and asked where the bathroom was. I snapped out of my thoughts and pointed it out to her. As she was going into the bathroom, she stopped and said "This dress is the only thing I have to wear. Could I borrow a T-shirt or something to sleep in?" I ran upstairs and grabbed a T-shirt for her, brought it back downstairs, and handed it to her. With that same quiet, knowing look that I had seen on her face earlier, she turned to go into the bathroom.
While she was in the bathroom, I got a pillow and some blankets and set them on the end of the couch, and I sat on the other end of the couch. She came out a few minutes later wearing only the T-shirt that I had given to her.
I sat for a minute not knowing what to say, but still in awe of her appearance. The make up was gone. Her hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail and she had on a T-shirt. None of that mattered because she was beautiful. Without saying a word, she came over and sat next to me. She picked up the pillow and scrunched it up in her lap.
"Busy night" she said to break the silence.
I just chuckled and said "Yeah, that's for sure...Kelly, I'm sorry you had to miss out on your party. I guess you were kind of looking forward to it. Most people don't like their prom dates ending at 2:00 a.m. with their date passed out, and talking to the dates dad."
"It's no big deal. Really, it's not." Said Kelly. "I went with Brian as a friend. I thought another prom would be fun. I wasn't too keen on going to the party. I'm a bit past the partying with high schoolers days. They all seemed like really nice people, but I'm into a bit more mature crowd."
"Makes sense" I said. "At any rate, I'm glad you went with Brian, and made sure he got home safe. He's all I have, so I'm grateful to you."
She blushed a little and said "It's no big deal. Brians a good guy, I'm glad I could be there. We talk at work. He thinks the world of you."
I was flattered in that loving parent kind of way, but of course, my curiosity drove me on. "Oh yeah, well what does he say about me?" I asked her.
"Well, he says you're a great dad. You've taken really good care of him. You've been his friend as well as his father. He also thinks you're lonely."
"Lonely?" I asked.
"Yeah, lonely. He told me your wife died 6 years ago, and you haven't had a girl friend since. He thinks it may be a bit his fault."
"It's not his fault" I said. "I just got so caught up with him that it was best I didn't date. Being Dad was my first priority, and I did what I could to be there for him after his mom died."
After a few seconds of silence, she said "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, I don't mind".
"How long has it been since you've been with a woman?"
I was stunned. I wasn't expecting a question like THAT. I looked over at her, and she had that knowing grin on her face again. Not quite sure what to do, I simply said "Years."
She slid towards me and said "That's noble. I like that. Now let me tell you a little secret about me. I've always wanted to be with someone older, just to see what it's like. I like you, and I've seen the way you look at me. Be with me tonight. No strings. I think it's something we both want."
She was right. I wanted her in the worst way. Could I admit it outloud? Could I actually do this? Before I could say anything, she slid the rest of the way over to me. She slid a leg over the top of mine and leaned forward to kiss me.
Any questions I may have had were gone at that point. I gave into everything that was happening. I wanted this for me.
We began kissing, and things heated up quickly. The kisses turned very passionate. She began rubbing her leg up and down against mine. Hands began to search each others bodies. The sideways angle of our kissing was awkward, so I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her on to me. I was still sitting on the couch, and she was sitting in my lap facing me.
The kissing continued, but we began to grind furiously. I placed my hands under the bottom of her shirt and grabbed her ass cheeks. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the shirt was indeed the only thing she was wearing.
I guided her grinding in a circular motion on my cock. I felt myself building up, and I think she did too. She suddenly stopped, then slid down off of my lap onto the floor. I was still sitting on the couch, and she was on her knees in front of me. Without saying a word, she reached up and began to tug at my pants. I lifted my hips and she slid my pants down and off.
She looked at my cock with that same knowing look. She gripped it by the shaft and slowly lowered her mouth onto it. She began to slowly take the entire length into her mouth, then pull it back out. After she had repeated this several times, I felt the explosion beginning to build. I tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let me.
"I'm close." I said.
She simply said "Then do it."
She took both of my hands and placed them on the back of her head and began to suck harder and faster. The explosion was getting closer, so I started matching her sucking with thrusts. Every time she went down, I thrust forward. I had two handfuls of hair, and was face fucking her with everything I had.
It was time. I suddenly tensed up, my back arched, and I let loose with what felt like a torrent of cum. She never broke rhythm. She kept going until well after I was finished. When she was satisfied that she had milked every drop out of me, she grinned at me, then stood up.
"I'm sorry I didn't last very long. I guess I'm out of practice."
Still grinning, she said "That's okay. I'm not through yet, and neither are you." With that she reached out both hands for mine, and pulled me to my feet.
We stood there facing each other, each wearing only a T-shirt. She lifted my shirt over my head, then I lifted hers over her head.
I looked down in amazement at a perfect body. Beautiful breasts, round hips, flawless skin. I wanted to explore every inch of her.
She turned us around to where her back was facing the couch, and she slid down onto the edge of couch. She slid forward to where her ass was barely hanging on the couch, and spread her legs. I slid down to my knees and took my place between her thighs.
I began by lightly licking the insides of her thighs. I slowly worked my tongue towards her pussy. She began to squirm with anticipation and used both hands to guide my head the remaining few inches. I began to lightly lick at her moist lips. I was just barely touching them with each flick of my tongue. Each flick seemed to send a spark through her, causing her to squirm more.
After a few minutes of this teasing style of licking, I suddenly thrust my tongue into her as deep as I could. She bucked up to meet the thrust of my tongue. I then slid my tongue up to her clit. I began to suck on her clit with the same enthusiasm that she had used on my cock. She soon began to tremble and I knew she was close. I gently took her clit between my teeth, and started rapidly flicking the tip of my tongue very lightly at the tip of her clit. This pushed her over the edge. She began to spasm in an almost violent orgasm.
She quickly regained her senses, and pulled me upright. With that same knowing look, she said " I want you in me." And put her feet up onto my shoulders.
Her orgasm had given me all the incentive I needed to get an erection again. I was ready.
With her feet on my shoulders, it was simply a matter of me leaning forward. I felt the tip of my cock meet with her wet pussy, and I slid in my full length in one luxurious stroke. She was ready too.
My first urge was to fuck her with fast, hard, furious strokes, but I wanted this to last. I savored every long, slow stroke I could give her. I would bury my cock as deep as it would go, then slowly pull back out. Each time I slowly slid my cock inside her, she would give a low moan. We went on like this for several minutes then I decided I wanted to try something different.
I lowered her feet from my shoulders and pulled back a little. I pulled her forward, and she slid off the front of the couch, and down onto her knees. I gently turned her around, and pushed her head down onto the couch. I slowly began to rub my cock against her pussy.
She began to squirm again. I pushed my cock into her pussy just a little, and she immediately thrust backwards to take my full length.
This wasn't going to be slow and easy like it was a few minutes before. This was for me. I began thrusting in and out of her with all of my might. I was going as fast, and as hard as I could. My body slapped loudly onto her ass with every stroke.
She dug her fingernails into the couch, and started saying "Yes! Yes! Yes!" with every stroke.
I felt my climax building once again. With one final thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her; time stood still. The orgasm was like an explosion of euphoria. My orgasm triggered her orgasm. We were both caught in this spasming state of bliss.
We both collapsed onto the floor. Exhausted, spent, and completely satisfied we wrapped ourselves in the blanket that I had gotten for her earlier, and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke a few hours later. It was still dark outside. There was a note on the table: "I called a cab for a ride home. Thanks for everything." I threw the note in the trash and headed up to my bed. I wondered if I would ever see her again, but somehow I didn't think I would. She had said "No strings" before we ever started. I wasn't going to try and contact her. I decided that if we saw each other again, it would be because she contacted me. She got what she wanted, and I got what I needed. No strings.
As I lay in bed, one thought did occur to me. It was time to start dating again.