Joan moaned, "Suck meeee. Cuming".
I exploded into her mouth. Joan kept sucking until I was limp and dry.
We both fell back on the bed.
I asked "What brought that on?"
Joan said, "This reunion brings back such hot memories. I've been horny since the invitation."
We needed to get ready for the Prom. We showered together, spending lots of time on each others private parts. I got my tux. I stayed true to the high school prom theme. My tux was powder blue with a ruffled shirt, black cummerbund and black bow time. I thought I looked pretty spiffy.
Joan was in the bedroom getting ready. She had gone to the hotel spa for a hairdo, nails and waxing. I love that Joan keeps her mound smooth and bald.
Joan came out of the bedroom and posed for me. Her prom dress was stunning. It was all white lace showing most of her private parts. It had full sleeves, a deep V neck, bare back and a slit up to mid hip.
I walked over to her, pulled her into my arms and gave her a deep passionate kiss. As I held her, it was obvious she wore no undergarments.
I said, "Is this what you wore to the prom?"
Joan said, "I wore a lot less then."
We took the elevator down to the lobby. I had ordered a limousine to take us to the prom at Belle Meade Country Club. We were sharing the limo with a few of Joan's friends. With us were Joan's best friend Carol and her partner Betty. Carol was a willowy blond, and she wore a very short black dress with a low cut front. Betty is a little chubby with short cut hair. She is smart and can talk to anyone on any subject. She wore black dress tights and a vivid Bolero jacket.
Also with us were Jim the quarter back and his wife Jane. Jim had on a traditional black tux and tie. He has the handsome looks and athletic grace of a confident man. Jane had on a soft peach transparent gown and short hem that emphasized her fabulous long legs. Her red hair was put up in a french twist. Tad, Tim and Ted tried to go with us, but the limo was full. The limo seating was three reclining leather benches all facing the middle. In the middle, there was a small table with a center scooped out to hold champagne. The chauffeur was behind a smoked glass window and was blocked from hearing us.
We were in a giggly mood.
Joan toasted us, "Old friends and fuck buddies."
We sipped champagne and the classmates reminisced about the good old days. Joan and Jane pushed their recliners back into a prone position. Jim was staring up Joan's dress and I'm sure he could see her bald mound. I was staring up Jane's dress and could see she was wearing a transparent thong. Carol and Betty were passionately making out. Betty's hand was underneath Carol's skirt and she was obviously fingering her.
We pulled into the circular driveway up to the colonnaded front portico. We got ourselves put back together as the uniformed chauffeur opened our doors. We walked into a grand entrance room. There are marble floors, tables with elaborate flower arrangements and the discrete front desk. The walls were lined with paintings of famous members. There were several corridors off of the entryway that led to sumptuous suites reserved for distinguished guests. We were all a little awestruck. We looked around like country rubes.
The doors to the grand ballroom were open. We could hear some music and buzzing conversations. We walked in and were greeted by all the classmates. There was a small band playing and people were dancing. The band was playing hits of the graduation year, country classics and few swing tunes. The six of us went up to the bar and ordered drinks. We found a table beside the dance floor. Jim asked Joan to dance.
The song was "Cowboy Take me away." Joan melted into Jim's arms. They swept around the floor. Back in high school Joan and Jim were an item. They broke up because neither of them could remain faithful. Joan leaned back and looked up at Jim. She smiled. He smiled. Jim put his hand on her ass and pulled her into him. Joan ground her bald mound into his leg.
I looked over at Jane to gauge her reaction to them dancing. Jane turned to me and shrugged her shoulders and smiled. I asked Jane for the next dance. The song was "Faithless Love." I led her to the dance floor. She put one arm around my neck and the other around my waist. I pulled her to me. I could feel her breathing deepen as we moved around the floor.
She leaned back, looked up me and said, "This feels so nice."
She started moving sensuously against me. I could feel her breasts rub against my chest. I could feel it when she ground her cunt on my leg. I got hard and pressed my erection into her.
The dance ended and we went back to the table. We were both flushed with lust.
Joan looked at us and said, "That looked like fun."
I answered, "It was fun. It looked like you and Jim had a good time."
Jim and I switched chairs so that he was sitting with Joan and I was sitting with Jane. Both of us started rubbing our partners legs.
Carol and Betty smirked at us.
Carol said, "If there's a party, Betty and I are coming."
We all sat there in comfortable stillness. I ordered another round of martinis for the table.
The Thong Song came on. All the women at our table got up to dance. It was a wild spectacle. Joan pulled up the slit in her dress and showed off her ass and bald mound. Jane bounced toward our table with her skirt over her head. They got into a Conga like line and flipped their dresses up. On the dance floor decadence was the theme of the day. All the men were whooping and clapping. The dance ended with a lot of sweat and blushing.
Ted came over to our table and said, "You know my father is the chair of the board here."
Joan, ever bold, spoke up, "Can you get us into the suites?"
Ted said, "Sure, they all have two king sized beds, spa like baths and well stocked wet bars."
I looked around and counted the potential number and combinations of sex partners - seven.