Prom Night

"You look lovely," Drake told his date as they walked hand in hand to his Mustang, parked at the curb in front of her house.

Sharon was wearing a frilly lavender prom dress made of silk and satin, lavender heels, and a string of pearls she'd borrowed from her mother. The dress was tight around her ample bosom, and it was tight across the front and rear as well, hugging her curves. She'd pinned the white carnation corsage that Drake had given her to her breast. She carried a tiny lavender silk bag, about the same size as Drake's scrotum. Her hair was swept up in a blonde mountain of tightly coiled tresses, and her blue eyes were accentuated with lavender eye shadow. A touch of blush made her cheeks a soft pink, to match the pale pink lipstick that highlighted her full, sensuous lips. "So I'm passable?" she said coyly.

"You're more than passable; you're beautiful. I can't wait to see you naked."

She pouted. "After all the time and trouble I went to?"

"You look fabulous," he replied, "but you look even better naked."

She chuckled. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

The drive to the high school gym was a short, but romantic one. The night was bright with a full moon, and the black vault of heaven glittered with stars.

Inside, a local band was playing soft, syrupy music. The prom committee had gone all out to decorate the cavernous interior of the gym. Crepe streamers dipped in graceful crescents from the rafters. Helium-filled balloons floated beneath the ceiling and were moored to the bleachers. Totem poles stood on either side of the entrance, and the punch bowl, cups, plates, cutlery, napkins, and refreshments were set on surfboards supported by other, shorter totem poles. The band wore Hawaiian shirts and cut-off jeans. A mural showed surfers braving huge waves as bikini-clad girls waved to them from a golden beach.

"Let's dance," Sharon suggested.

"Now? We just got here. Besides, I'm starving. Let's get some refreshments first."