The prom dress.

From Create Your Own Story

You make a show of looking at each outfit as they are drapped over Heather's arm. "I want to see what my girl's going to look like in her prom dress." You tell her dreamily, reaching your hand up between her legs with the intent to tease her pussy till she playfully slaps your hand away.

"Ah ah, No touching..," she tells you domineeringly with a grin as she grabs the prom dress by the hanger, heading into the bathroom. "...and no peeking"

Once heather is in the bathroom for a minute or two you decide to broach a subject that’s been on you mind for a few weeks since Heather announced that she was taking you to her junior prom. “Hey baby, are you sure your ok with taking me as your date to the prom, I know its important and all but your mother can barely stand the thought of us dating." Heather pokes her head out from the door and looks at you, obviously naked from at least the waist. "I just don’t want there to be a problem." You conclude as Heather disappears back into the bathroom for a moment. She comes out in her rather skimpy prom dress and slowly walks towards you.

The dress is spaghetti strapped, low cut and form fitting, coming down only mere inches below the bottom of her hip. It's light purple and barely able to hold enough of her tits to conceal her nipples, aside from that it leaves very little to the imagination. Heather grins at you and lefts the skirt to show off that matching bikini style panties before moving to stand right in front of you. "Well I suppose I could find another guy who would want to be pressed against me all night wearing this..," She starts to say but stops and grins when she sees the look of jealousy come across your face. "I want to dance with my boy friend and no one else. Your mine for the entire night.., mom will deal with it." Heather comments, cocking her head to one side. "Besides, we don't need her to get us there and we are spending the night here so fuck her."

You get up from where you sitting and wrap your arms around her waist, your nose barely to her cleavage as you look up at her. "I am not letting anyone touch you but me." You tell her moving your hands down her back to grab her ass while you lean in on your tip toes to kiss and lick on her cleavage. "I think dancing with you in this dress is going to be a lot of fun..., good thing it will be dark." You comment as you move your hands farther up her back to grab the zipper holding her dress up and yanking it down enough for her boobs to pop free, offering you her nipples which you take into your month.

Heather moans deeply and tosses back her head. "Oh God.., I don’t think you better do that at the dance." She says while she runs her hands through your hair and pulls you deeper into her tit while she grinds against you.

You pull her tit out of your mouth for a moment, "Why.., would you stop me?" You ask before returning to your tit sucking.

"Fuck no..., I'd fuck you right in the middle of the dance floor..," Heather says with a shiver before pulling out of your arms. "Oh you horny little fuck.., what's next?"

Tell her to try on:

• The pink bikini.

• The nightie.

Or you could:

• Strip her naked and fuck her right now.