No panties at the prom. [FM]

Well my hubs still hasn’t realized that I found his Reddit porn account so I’m going to share more stories until he does.

This one’s short and wet.

When I [18] was in high school, I was dating a guy named Kyle [18]. Typical stupid high school teen couple. Except Kyle was a jazz pianist. And a really good one. I still can get wet thinking about how he could play my body like Mozart with those hands. God. Those hands. Long lithe fingers, strong yet light, and capable of infinite levels of pressure and patterns of motion and he could use both at the same time. He made me cum so hard with his hands I discovered squirting. It was embarrassing at first, but we loved it.

Of course I wanted him to touch me nonstop. Once in art class we were working with clay and I got dripping wet watching him shape a pot on the wheel, sliding his index and middle fingers on the wall and roll clay between his thumb and index and between his palms. I told him inasmuch and that evening he was kneading my tits in his palms, rolling my nipples in his fingers, and massaging two fingers along my gspot while delicately torturing my clit with his thumb. My mind exploded with the first orgasm and the rest was vaporized by the second. Jesus I’m wet now. Dammit.

Well, anyway, the year is coming to an end and Kyle asks me to prom. Prom night is a blast. We had a live band, lots of dancing making out, weirdness with the chaperones in the school gym and all that. I looked super cute in a short A-line dress. Kyle cleaned up nice in his Tux. Had he gotten a manicure?! Omg, that tease was an incredible flex on me.

We are having fun I until after a set break the lead singer of the group comes back and says the keyboard player tripled outside and thinks he broke his wrist when he fell and that it’ll be 30 mins until a replacement can get there. There was a collective groan from the kids.

Of course someone in the class yells, “Kyle plays the piano!” And then they’re all chanting, “Ky-uhl! Ky-uhl! Ky-uhl!” He looked at me like he was reluctant to be the savior of senior prom. That was sweet. “Go,” I said. Of course The singer knew Kyle, so we were back in business. For the next 30
mins, my boyfriend brought the party back to life. Everyone danced, and hollered when he crushed an improv keyboard solo.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his hands as my pussy began to ache for him. I could feel the wetness beginning to moisten the fabric over my freshly shaved lips. I had planned on getting naughty with him after the party, but the more I danced there with my girlfriends, transfixed on his hands, the more I knew I couldn’t wait.

I excused myself to the bathroom, peeled my panties off, worked them off over my heels and stuffed them in my clutch.

As I walked back out I heard a MASSIVE cheer. Kyle was shaking the hands of the drummer and singer and waving like a fucking rockstar as he jumped off the stage. He was beet red but was enjoying the moment. I let him soak it up. I grabbed the white lace panties out and as he cleared the crowd the music started up. I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. “You were awesome!” I put my arm around his waist as he turned around to face the stage and stuffed the wet lace in his pocket. I leaned into him and said, “you’re a rockstar and totally earned this.” He put his hand in his pocket and his eyes suddenly widened in recognition.

It wasn’t long before we snuck down a hallway into a dark classroom. I sat on a desk and lewdly spread my legs, exposing my bare glistening skin in the outside lights coming through the windows. Not that he needed any light to play me anyway. “Play me, Kyle, I need it now.” He knelt in front of me and traced his hands up my thighs, sending one over my mons and the other over the labia. I closed my eyes waiting for the concert. The cool air in the room caressed my inner lips as I felt one finger begin to work my clit in soft circles while the other worked its way around my thighs. He had a way of making it feel like he had 4 hands. The sensation heightened as he pressed into my clit and slowly entered me, lubricating one knuckle at a time with gentle In and out motions. He tortured me with infinitesimally subtle variations in speed and pressure, and worked his way to two fingers in my pussy. Sometimes he was soft, drawing shapes on my clitoris and tapping and caressing my gspot. Then he’d crescendo until he was roughly finger fucking me and sometimes agonizingly brought me back, sometimes suddenly. He effortlessly walked me to the edge of orgasm and back at least half a dozen times until I was breathlessly begging him for release.

On the next crescendo, he did my favorite thing, wetting my clit with my juices and blowing cool air over it. I felt the rush of climax wash over me in waves. I held his fingers in my pussy with my hard contractions and gushed into his palm. My juices ran off his hand onto the desk and I could feel them running back toward me. I stood up frantically not wanting to wet the back of my dress. He pulled it up and spun me around, bending me over the next desk in the row. One hand came down hard on my ass and he kicked my feet apart, pressing me into the desktop, my bare ass and wet pussy exposed. Kyle washed no time and his limber fingers stretched my hole again. The second orgasm came more quickly and I could feel my juices running down my leg. Exhausted and speechless I lay there bent over and reached behind me to signal him no more.

Sweet boy got me some napkins to clean up. We went back to the party and danced some more. Yeah okay I was a good groupie and swallowed his cum later that night, but not before he strummed my bits to two more earth shattering climaxes in his car. And at least 200 more before we parted ways.

Kyle, if you’re out there, I hope you’re fingering some lucky lady’s brains out tonight.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/novuoq/no_panties_at_the_prom_fm