Kimberly Crane smiled at me as she sat down across from me at my table. The last time I saw her was in April 1994 when we had a rendezvous a few weeks before her wedding. At fifty-four, she looked even more stunning than she did at sixteen. Her long curly black hair was now straight. Her light blue dress showed off her still incredible 115lb figure, while her high heels camouflaged her 5'2" stature. And because she wasn’t wearing a bra, I could see that her natural 34B breasts were as perky as ever.

“How are you?” I asked while she took a sip from her glass of red wine.

“Divorced,” she replied nervously. 

“For how long?” I asked as her face turned bright red from embarrassment.

“I can’t believe I just said that,” she replied, covering her face. “I wanted to say something coolish; instead I blurted out the one thing I wasn’t planning on telling you.”

“How long?” I once again asked.

“Since 2004,” she said. “I got pregnant with my youngest daughter after my husband secretly got a vasectomy. He did the math, and I got a divorce. Go figure.”

“You’ve been single since 2004, and you never told me,” I said in a shocked tone.

“I never said I was single,” she said, laughing. “I planned on calling you, but I got distracted.”

“Distracted?” I asked in a confused manner.

“I had quite a few lovers over the years,” she said proudly.

“I bet that included some of your older daughter’s sixteen-year-old boyfriends and your son’s sixteen-year-old friends,” I said while laughing.

She didn’t say a word.

“You’re still a slut,” I said, laughing.

“That’s why you love me,” she said, laughing as well.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Kimberly said, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I said as I wiped tears from my eyes. “I’m still mad that you didn’t call me.”

“Can I sit next to you?” she said, standing up.

“Yes,” I said as I quickly stood up.

A few quick seconds later, we were hugging and kissing each other. It was like no time had passed since our final days of high school. We sat back down in the booth and continued making out. From the corner of my right eye, I could see Paul taking a picture of us on his phone. An incoming text from Annie, my younger sister, rudely interrupted Kimberly and me as we rammed our tongues down each other's throats. “It read, 'Don't fuck her in the bar.”

After reading it, I showed it to Kimberly, who laughed even harder than I did. She asked, “How did she know?” 

“Paul took a picture of us and texted it to her,” I replied as I flipped him off while he was giving us a thumbs-up.

“I think that was your sister’s way of telling us that we’re moving too fast,” she said.

“Too fast has never been in my sister’s vocabulary,” I replied as my left hand latched onto her right. “Plus we’ve been moving way too fast since the start.”

“That’s what happens when I didn’t make out with you before we fucked for the first time,” she said in a reflective tone.

“It was only because you were cock-crazy," I said, chuckling.

“Still am,” she said as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants before freeing my mammoth cock and starting to slowly stroke it. “I’ve been thinking about yours for a long time.

As her nails tickled my balls, I closed my eyes and started contemplating May 28th, 1987, aka prom night. Technically, with the exception of Memorial Day weekend, I was hating every second of school. Every day that brought me closer to graduation also meant I was one day closer to facing an almost unknown future. The only certainty in my life was that Annie and I would be moving to Los Angeles after I received my diploma.

She was excited. At sixteen years old, she was a social butterfly and easily made friends everywhere she went. On the other hand, while I had friends, making them didn’t come easy to me. The only reason I had my peeps was due to Kimberly; if she and I weren’t non-exclusively dating each other, I’d still be eating at the same lunch table as Ernie. I was worried that after we settled into our new place, I would once again be friendless.

I pretended to be happy for my friends as they started talking about their plans for summer vacation and college. Kimberly was going to Europe with her parents for the summer. Paul was going to be a counselor at a summer camp in Oscoda, MI. Jade was moving to Palo Alto to start summer studies at Stanford. Paul and Kimberly did their best to make me feel included, but they didn’t know it only made me depressed.

Another heartbreaking aspect was the near emptiness of our house. The house sold for slightly above the asking price as soon as we put it on the market. We sold most of the furniture and shelving units at a garage sale and gave a lot of it away to charity. The only things left were four air mattresses, our TV, pots, pans, plates, glasses, silverware, and the microwave. The weekend of prom was also our last weekend in the place. On Monday, we’d be in a hotel after the new owners took possession.

During the afternoon of prom, I skipped all of my classes. Instead of listening to teachers lecturing, I was in the hotel room that Mr. Crane had arranged for his daughter and me, decorating it with rose petals and scented candles—two things I knew nothing about. As far as I knew, it was the fanciest room in the Holidome. It was a new Holiday Inn concept. It had this large climate-controlled dome, which included a large pool, tiki bar, arcade, and restaurants. In my mind, this was the coolest hotel in the world. 

When I arrived home at three-thirty, I should have started to get ready, but I didn’t. I knew I was supposed to be at Kimberly’s no later than six. I figured I could slip my rented black tux on at 5:30 and still have plenty of time to get ready. So I sat on the living room floor and started watching “The Brady Bunch” on channel 50. I was already horny from thinking about Kimberly and me getting naughty in the hotel room; during the commercial break, a commercial featuring the Doublemint Twins started playing. This wasn’t just an ad for gum; it was an ad telling you to fuck twins. Just the mere thought of that shifted my hormones into overdrive.

So I stood up, walked over to the shades, and closed them. Took my jeans off, sat on the floor, and started stroking. I imagined Annie walking in on me and saying something she’d never actually say, like, “Tommy, stop, the only thing that’s missing is my mouth.” She’d then take off her clothes and make me stand up as she’d get on her knees. Her beautiful blue eyes would be transfixed on my baby blues as she’d masterfully suck on my large unit. Eventually I’d grab her by the back of her head and force her to swallow my monster-sized rod. After making her choke on it for a while, I’d tell my 5'7", 110-pound, sixteen-year-old blonde-haired sister to stand up and put her hands against the wall.

I’d then have her stick her ass out so I could put my hands on her hips, insert my cock, and let the fucking commence. I imagined her orgasming immediately after entering her and begging me to fuck her harder. I started stroking even faster as she got on top of me, reaching back to tickle my balls as she rode like she was trying to tame a wild stallion. I could feel that I was ready to cum, so I opened my eyes and watched a lot of semen fly out of my penis. I fantasized about it covering my little sister’s angelic face, and her 34C breasts, instead of myself, and the living room rug. When I looked at my mess, I decided to leave it on the floor because the new owners would probably buy a new rug.

Twenty minutes later I finally got my ass off the floor and into the shower. As I was scrubbing every inch of my body with soap, I started thinking about the future. The morning after graduation, Annie and I were going to begin our epic drive to Los Angeles. I wasn’t excited about the move to California; instead, I was scared that my entire future now felt uncertain. She was excited about starting a new high school, while I wondered about the type of low-wage job I’d end up getting.

Laurie would try to remind me that college wasn’t off the table. All I needed to do was live there for a year, and I’d qualify for in-state tuition and scholarships based on my academic excellence. But at seventeen, a year could feel like a century. When my big sister and I had that conversation, Annie jumped in by saying that she was excited about fucking me in hotels all the way to our new home.

After shaving, putting on deodorant, styling my hair, putting on my tuxedo, and putting on my tuxedo, I was ready to go. As I walked out of my bedroom, I was surprised to see Annie and Laurie standing by the door taking Polaroids of me looking stylish. “What are you doing here?” I asked as the flash blinded me. “I thought you two were going out for the entire evening.”

“We wouldn’t miss taking pre-prom pictures of you,” Laurie excitedly said.

“Yeah Tommy, until you get into that limousine we’re your personal paparazzi,” Annie said while putting 600-series film into her camera.

We watched the pictures instantly develop before walking over to Kimberly’s. During our short journey, Laurie jokingly gave me the speech about the birds and the bees while Annie took more pictures until she ran out of film. By the time we arrived, Kimberly’s parents were taking pictures of her wearing a pink prom dress standing in front of the limo. When they saw me and my sisters walking toward the house, they urged me to stand next to their daughter to take even more pictures. They had us hug and kiss before I pinned the corsage onto her beautiful dress. As I was doing that, Kimberly started crying, and so did her mom. Eventually it was time to go, and after saying our goodbyes, we climbed into the limo and drove away.

After some small talk with the limo driver, he put the glass partition up and turned up WHYT on the vehicle’s sound system. As Jodie Watley’s “Looking For a New Love” shot out of the speakers, I asked Kimberly, “Can you please suck my cock?”

She laughed as she said, “As much as I want to, I’m not ruining my makeup for that.

While I did tell her that she looks beautiful without makeup, her mom did take her to Hudsons to get it professionally done for tonight.

For the rest of the short ride, we discussed our relationship and how happy she was that we found each other. She even revealed that when we were little and played house, she had a major childhood crush on me. I told her that of all my pretend wives, she was my favorite. We then immediately started laughing as we started telling stories about all the dumb things we did while we were kids.

The limo driver could obviously hear that we were having fun, because he turned what should have been a ten-minute ride into nearly forty-five minutes. By the time we finally arrived, both of our faces were red from laughing so hard. As we exited the limo, the driver called me over and handed me two condoms as he said, “I’ll pick you up promptly at ten, and I hope you’d do everything I do, because your date is a fine piece of ass.”

After thanking him, I put the rubbers in my pocket, grabbed Kimberly by the hand, and walked into the Holidome. Inside we found members of our senior class hanging out in the dome before the official start of prom. On our way to the ballroom, we ran into Cindy Karson, a petite punker who was wearing a tight black gown. Man, I loved fucking her. We’d do it at least three times a week in the upstairs women’s bathroom. It felt weird that by this time next week I’d probably never see her again.

Several minutes of small talk later, we walked away and ran into and talked to several clusters of friends. Every conversation was basically the same; they consisted of no one could actually believe graduation was less than a week away, predictions of who the prom queen and king were going to be, and most importantly, that tonight was going to be the best night ever. Before we left one group and headed to the next, Kimberly took a camera out of her purse and took pictures, because she wanted to remember this night for the rest of her life.

Outside of the ballroom, we saw Mieke Diijk, the foreign exchange student who Ernie Holt’s family was hosting, talking with Kara LeBeau, Paul’s girlfriend. Standing next to them, laughing their asses off, were the aforementioned Paul and Jay Searles, captain of the football team and Mieke’s date.

Jay looked like the prototypical quarterback. He had blonde hair, a perfect jawline, and was pure muscle. After high school, he went on to play college ball at the University of Alabama, and after graduating in 1991, he was a third-round draft pick for the Buffalo Bills. He was on the team for five seasons, which included playing against the Dallas Cowboys at Super Bowl XXVIII. While that turned out to be a losing effort, he did say in a “Sports Illustrated” interview that moment was in his personal highlight reel. His football career ended due to an ankle injury. Instead of being bitter, he went back to school and got a master's in education. Today he spends his days teaching and coaching at our alma mater.

“What’s so funny?” I asked as Kimberly and I joined the group.

Paul continued laughing as he pointed to Ernie, who was wearing an obnoxious-looking purple tuxedo and talking to a brown-haired beauty. She was wearing a red dress and looked to be around sixteen years old. She also looked like she’d rather be with anyone else than the person she was with.

“Who is she?” I asked.

“Mieke told me his mom hired a hooker to be his date,” Paul said. 

Mieke stared at Paul and said, “She’s his cousin.”

“But babe, Jay told me his mom was paying her to go to prom with him, and that makes her a prostitute,” Paul said. “Am I right?”

As Jay high-fived him, Mieke looked at Kara and asked, “Why do you put up with him?”

“Because he only has eyes for me,” Kara said lovingly.

Upon hearing that, Jay and I spontaneously started cracking up. Tears were running down the captain of the football team’s face as Paul was shooting us dirty looks. Kara is a very smart and beautiful girl, but for some reason she has no clue that her boyfriend has been cheating on her since they started dating. The only other guy she’d been with was me, when Paul and I had a threesome with her on her seventeenth birthday.

“Babe, why are they laughing?” Kara asked.

Paul quickly replied, “Because they’re jealous of our relationship.”

Jay and I continued laughing even harder. Kimberly then stuck four of her long nails into my back. It was her way of telling me that I needed to shut up. I immediately stopped laughing, while Jay quickly followed my lead. We all talked for a few more minutes before Kara suggested we head into the ballroom. 

The room was packed, and people were dancing to a cover band called Flashback, who played the hits of yesterday and today. As they played “Living on a Prayer," Jade Lin flagged us over to the table she was sharing with Ronnie Wu, her date. Since her parents only allowed her to date Chinese boys, her dating pool consisted of one person, and he was really gay. While it was pretty obvious he was still closeted, Jade was the only one who knew. After all, they were each other’s cover. They’d pretend to go on dates. He would pick her up and drop her off at the house of whatever guy she was fucking as he went cruising at Menjo’s, a notorious gay bar off Six Mile and Woodward.

Our conversation filled the air as the band continued playing bad cover songs. When they started playing “Like a Virgin,” Ernie and his cousin were on the dance floor. He was awkwardly dancing, while she could really move. Kara caught Paul intently checking Ernie's dance partner out by comically slapping him in the back of the head. “Babe, what did you do that for?” he asked before rejoining the chat.

We reminisced with stories about growing up in Livonia and how Jay used to pee himself in first and second grade. It was such a problem that the school actually sent his parents a cleaning bill. We laughed about the time that Kimberly, Jennifer Hart, and Heidi Haven formed a girl a cappella group for the freshman talent show; none of them could sing. Their version of Donna Summer’s “Last Dance” sounded worse than fingernails on a chalkboard. Kimberly complained about how her cheerleading squad never won any competitions. Then Paul and Jay talked about how they were hazed by the senior football players and how unfair it was that the school board ended hazing at the start of our senior year.

While most of my memories about school over the last two years involved fucking, there were plenty of moments that didn’t. Towards the end of my junior year, I had...