It is an interesting fact to notice: sex on prom night. I was speaking to someone the other day about prom. They spoke of getting laid. I didn’t know anyone really did get laid on prom. I thought it was a big joke. Honest. I never even got a kiss on prom. So now I am confused as to whom the correct person is — do most people get laid on prom night? Is it only (as was in this person’s case) those with a significant other? Or are your odds good simply by having a date and going? I’m certainly not going to be able to answer that question here, but it is something I had never really considered until recently.
Is there anything more trite than fucking on prom night? With the possible exception of acting like prom is an activity (or night) that is beneath you. (Much as I am doing above — however; in my defense: I own up to it and will take full responsibility for my snotty attitude.) I think this friend is the only person I know that actually did fuck on prom. I didn’t. My roommate didn’t; my closest friends didn’t.
Wait.
I dated several girls in college who did. Who did it on prom night and hadn’t since. That’s even more trite than simply doing it. They were doing it out of some kind of expectation. Why didn’t I get to date girls like that then?
Instead, I dated them in college and found them begging for it because it had been so long. That was such a huge turn-off. Not the begging, but the whole prom issue.
I bet Jason and Polly did it. Oh, they did because Jason (with his infinite sense of class) rented a room in the same hotel as prom so they didn’t even have to go anywhere to fuck. That or he was renting in some dingy hotel out in the middle of nowhere so he wouldn’t be caught. I don’t recall and it doesn’t really matter — he and Polly were like bunnies.
I remember when she first told me they were having sex. She was the first close friend I had that was humping regularly. It was tenth grade. Right around Christmas. She was waiting for Jason to pick her up — we had both ended up staying after school for something or other — it was about 5:30 or 6 in the evening. Dusky. Winter. Standing outside the brick walls of the school, talking. She and I had always been close and then she just spilled it out to me. Spoke very highly of it, though it occurred in the back seat of Jason’s car down a deserted road in town.
I will admit I took Kate down that same deserted road on more than one instance once she and I were old enough to drive. I actually haven’t thought about that in quite some time — one of the few times I have fooled around in a car. Thanks to Polly, I knew where to park the car.
Polly later told me a story regarding that same parking place — she and Jason were busy one fine night when a strange man walks up to the car. He knocks on the window and tells them to move along or he’ll call the cops. Polly always wondered how long he stood there before coming out of the darkness to interrupt them. She was creeped out. I can’t say I blame her. This parking spot was in an undeveloped cul-de-sac in a neighborhood. It was wooded and circular enough you could pull the car over and not be seen unless you drove down the several hundred foot stretch of woods to the end of the road. The logic being that if anyone were to do that, you would see the headlights coming and be prepared. So how this man knew they were down there when he was on foot remains a mystery. The only solution anyone was able to formulate was that he saw the car drive down, but not come back up the road. So he walked down to investigate.
Before that story was told to me, I used to fear Kate and I would drive down there and Jason and Polly would already be parked there. After I heard that story, I was afraid to go at all. I did a couple of times. It was worth the risk at the time. Getting caught paled to getting a blow job. After I heard the story, I just found a new spot to go parking.
So anyway, the moral of that story is Jason and Polly loved to fuck. And that they fucked on prom night.
So it does happen.
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