It was May of 1976. Kelly and I were going to prom, our first formal dance together.
From a sexual standpoint, the seventies were perhaps the greatest time in recent history to be a teenager. The pill existed, AIDS did not, women had burned their bras, the counterculture had loosened the nation’s morals, the drinking age was eighteen, cars were still large enough to fuck in, there was no such thing as a helicopter parent, and cops and parents alike believed that “they’re just being kids” was good enough reasoning to excuse nearly anyone caught in a sexual situation. It was a time when hormones could rage and you didn’t have to feel like the world was working against you.
One of the worst things about the mid-seventies was a dress designer (Jessica McClintock) who had a line of dresses called Gunne Sax. They were inspired by Victorian designs and were the hottest ticket in girls formal wear for a couple of years. They were all full-length dresses, many had high necklines, most had long sleeves. I will admit that the dresses were beautiful (and nearly every girl at prom for two years running wore one) but they did not score points for being sexy.
A month before prom, Kelly had made clear she was not available on the upcoming Saturday as she and her girlfriends were going dress shopping. What was most clear was that I was neither invited nor allowed to join them. Oh well. I resigned myself to knowing she would be wearing a pack-approved dress.
I do have to acknowledge from Kelly’s perspective, though, that she would be stuck with a lifetime of having to view photographs that included a tall skinny guy in a God-forsaken tux with a hideous powder-blue jacket and color-tipped ruffles down the front of the shirt.
Kelly and I made our very much not-of-today non-elaborate plans for prom: I bought tickets, made dinner reservations and ordered her flowers. She picked out my tux, bought shoes and bought a dress along with The Gang of Six. Kelly, Yvonne, Becca, Donna, Debbie, and Linda had been running as a pack for a number of years and they were pretty tight. Kelly and I were the first ones to be serious-dating and Kelly was the first to lose her virginity. As a result, the Pack, who generally liked me, kept a close eye on me to ensure I wouldn’t hurt a member of the sisterhood.
The day of prom arrived and I was on my way to pick up Kelly, suffer through a few photographs and then head to dinner. Let me just say upfront that Kelly’s mom was the living embodiment of a cool mom. She answered the door and invited me in, even though by that time, I was under orders to let myself in and act as though I was at home. Her brother was there. He grunted at me and then headed out to do what he always did: smoke pot with his gang of losers.
I heard Kelly clicking high heels down the hallway and she stepped into the small living room. Her mom was watching me watching Kelly and had a great laugh as my jaw literally dropped. Yes, it was a Gunne Sax dress. Yes, it was full-length and yes, it had long sleeves (although see-through). It also had a very low-cut scoop neckline which was split down the middle to the waist. The opening had some sort backing going up a few inches blocking the view but was then open for several inches to the top except for laces going back and forth. Kelly had very large boobs. She was wearing a 32DD bra back then. There was very much a boob show going on here and she looked amazing! I put flowers on Kelly’s wrist, she pinned a boutonniere on me, we took some quick pictures and I escorted her to the car.
As soon as we pulled away, she asked if I liked the dress (she had been listening to my grumbling about Gunne Sax weeks before. I knew better than to open my mouth after she had bought a dress). I told her the truth that I loved it and it was sexy as hell! Kelly shared that she wasn’t wearing a bra (which was not a surprise to me). None of their typical dresses would fit her boobs and she was thrilled to have found one that could hold hers. It also laced up in back and with a lot of help from her mom they figured out how to make it hold her boobs up high, show lots of cleavage down the open cut in the middle, and keep everything tight enough that it didn't look like she was obviously braless with tits flying everywhere when she would dance. I knew right then that her mom really did love me!
We had a party of twelve for dinner at an upscale restaurant in a neighboring town. All six couples drove separately. That was the normal thing to do. Every guy had plans for what would hopefully go on in his car later and no one wanted it goofed up by having to transport another couple. Kelly was immediately the center of attention. She was the prettiest of the gang. The other guys couldn’t stop drooling. Kelly was a petite five-feet-two inches and about a hundred and five pounds. Her dishwater blonde hair hung to her waist and she and her mom had spent hours putting it into long large and loose spirals. The dress was yellow and it made her blue eyes stand out even more. She looked like a sexy-as-hell princess. I was beaming.
We enjoyed a great meal and a couple of glasses of wine (underage drinking for Prom was the original don’t ask, don’t tell in Wisconsin). On the drive to the school (yes, actual gymnasiums were where dances were held in the stone age), Kelly hiked her dress up to nearly her waist. I got to see her sexy high heels, her amazingly long legs, a sexy yellow garter on each thigh; very high on her leg just inches from her pussy. Hell, I nearly wrecked the car taking in the view. Then the point of her show, she slid her panties to the floor, stepped out of them and stored them in the glove box. My cock was so hard it ached. Kelly gave me a quick glimpse of her twat and I could see she had really trimmed her pussy hair. It was maybe just a quarter inch long. She pulled her dress back down and gave me the most devilish look I’d ever seen.
I must say that, without question, Kelly had the sexiest Gunne Sax dress of them all and our school was huge. There were nearly three hundred of us at the dance. From the very beginning of our relationship, I found other guys looking at Kelly to be a turn-on, not something to cause jealousy. It was the opposite for me, it caused pride that I was with her. Kelly and I had quickly got to a solid place in our relationship and she was also able to enjoy the attention without worry.
I was prepared for the other guys to be drooling at the sight of her boobs. What knocked me a bit, though, was the chaperones, male teachers and dads, that were also clearly and without embarrassment enjoying her boobs. My dick was at half-staff all evening. Nearly every guy had a flask in his pocket. I had been discreetly adding vodka to our punch glasses all evening.
Another one of our traditions was the girls wearing a garter and the guys getting their garter from them and then hanging it from your car’s rearview mirror. I planned to claim mine later while having fun in the back seat. But I also wasn’t clear why Kelly had worn two? I also knew better than to have asked.
We were taking a break sitting high up in the bleachers, where it was dark as night. It was getting close to the end of the dance. A buddy of mine, Mark, had brought a date mostly because he was a senior and had never been to a dance before and he really wanted to not leave school without that experience. Somehow, he had made a comment about not getting a garter that night. It was two people sharing a favor of going to the dance together but they didn’t share any feelings toward each other.
Kelly said, “you’ll never get a garter if you don’t go looking.”
Mark was sitting one bleacher below us and Kelly put her foot on his shoulder. Mark’s a puppy and looked confused. Kelly wiggled her foot. He tentatively put one hand on her ankle.
Kelly said, “I don’t keep them down there.”
He started to quickly reach toward her knee. Kelly yanked her leg back.
“Hey, I’m not giving them away. You gotta work for it!”
Mark turned around and sat facing her. Kelly placed her heel on his chest. He used two hands and slowly massaged her leg, working up a couple of inches and then back to her ankle. A few minutes into it and Kelly asked him to remove her shoe and give her foot some love too. Kelly was really, really enjoying this. It was so dark and her dress was so full, I really had no idea what was going on under that dress. Neither of them was making any noise and the band was loud as hell. Mark had moved to sit right between her legs facing her from the lower bleacher and had removed her other shoe and had successfully massaged both legs to about mid-thigh and still hadn’t found a garter. Kelly had spread her knees. Mark worked further up her thigh. Kelly thought maybe he thought he was going to call her bluff and announce she wasn’t wearing a garter.
Every time Kelly had visited the ladies’ room that night, she hiked her garters right up into the creases between leg and torso. She didn’t have a plan for Mark, but she had a plan for her pussy. Just then he found one of her garters and inadvertently slipped the tips of several fingers into her dripping wet, steaming hot pussy. Mark yanked his hand back. Kelly waited. He eventually moved it back up. As his fingertips hit the same spot she pulled up a knee, spreading her gash wide open and clearly inviting him in. He slipped two then three fingers into her cunt and stroked her. Kelly came just a minute later. She had bit her hand to suppress her sounds. Mark used both hands to pull down a garter and proudly claimed his prize. Kelly gave him a big hug and a hot kiss as we headed down from the bleachers.
One of the best things about prom at our school was that they had an all-night party afterward and the party was not on lockdown. Breakfast was served at six a.m. and you could come and go as you pleased through the night. There was an hour or so between the end of prom and the start of the after-party. The thought was that you’d go home to change. Many, many folks brought their clothes with them and said they were changing at school (which was a real option as they had the locker rooms open).
Kelly and I had taken off in my huge Impala. There was a roadside park a few miles away that had a parking lot hidden from the road. There were three or four other cars already there. Everyone’s windows were fogged up. Kelly and I attacked each other with pure lust and were kissing away. I had slid to the middle of the seat and she had climbed onto my lap. Kelly was very tipsy and was a happy drunk. And when she was in that zone, she was horny as all hell. We took a quick break from kissing. I wanted those tits! And Kelly wanted them sucked on! She showed me how to help her unlace the front of the dress, she tugged the dress down and she hiked her boobs above the neckline. I was sucking them aggressively and Kelly was moaning away so much that it sounded like she might cum. She worked her arms out of the sleeves and had me open the back of the dress. She was naked from the waist up. Another car pulled into the parking lot. This dumbass had his headlights on and he fully lit up Kelly’s naked back.
Kelly hollered out loud, “Enjoy the view!”
After they parked Kelly sat in her seat and worked her way out of her dress. I was getting stripped down as fast as I could. Damn, there is a whole lot of crap to deal with getting out of a tux! I was naked except for my shirt. Kelly was naked. Another idiot with the headlights on rolled in. They had a pretty amazing view of Kelly and her tits. Especially since Kelly had hefted them up, bounced them around and again hollered, “Enjoy the view!” Of course, my car windows were rolled up, but that wasn’t the point.
Kelly then hopped into the back seat. I hopped onto Kelly! She was laying down on the seat, wearing nothing but a garter on her thigh. She lifted her knees as I laid on her. My cock was so hard it really did ache. It had been semi-hard for most of the past four or five hours that night. Kelly grabbed my dick and aimed it at her wet hole. Her pussy had been dripping all evening. I plunged in and the amazing feeling of being in her took my breath away for a moment. It didn’t take long to bring Kelly to orgasm. After she came, she asked me to roll over. Of course, I complied and Kelly sat down on me cowgirl style. She wasn’t bouncing on me like she normally would. She was just sitting there enjoying my cock in her. We had a moment and told each other how much we loved each other and how much we enjoyed being able to express that love physically.