April sat by the window, eagerly waiting for Brad’s car to pull up to her house. His father had purchased him a Mercedes for his sixteenth birthday and she enjoyed it when he took her for drives out to the beach or out to eat downtown. But today, he was taking her to his senior prom.
She was dressed in a sexy red dress, one that hugged her flat chest and accentuated the subtle curves of her almost ten year old body.
“He’s supposed to be here at 6:30, you still have 10 minutes,” Tiffany said to her as she walked in the living room they now shared as one big family.
“I know, I’m just excited,” April answered. Together, the two friends had shared so much. Clothes, punishments, parents, lovers—anything really. And as with everything else, they shared Brad, too. But tonight it was all about April and Brad.
Her prince arrived right on time and April’s parents took a picture of the couple before they left. Once they arrived at the luxury hotel where Brad’s senior prom was held, he was glad to have a little girl on his arm. Some of his classmates were jealous while others looked on with some degree of disgust. (Let’s be real though, most we’re probably jealous. I think we get the idea of just how fucked up this town is by now.) Regardless, Brad couldn’t have been happier.
He touched his breast pocket as they danced, making sure it was still there. Indeed, it was.
The prom itself was fun, but rather uneventful. It was the event that followed that is of particular interest.
The couple left the prom early and before going back to Brad’s car, they walked together down to the boardwalk and onto the beach nearby. The full moon lit their way as they walked along the sand, listening to the sound of the waves crash against the shore.
Together, they basked in the salty night air as they talked and laughed about how far they had come. Before they turned to head back to the boardwalk, Brad reach into his coat and pulled out a wad of old fabric he’d been saving.
“Uh, are those my old panties?” April looked at the fabric in his hand.
“The first one’s you wore after my dad bought you for me our first night together,” Brad answered. “Take a look.” He gestured toward her and April reached out and touched it, feeling a hard box wrapped inside. When she unwrapped it and opened the box she saw the ring inside. By then Brad was already down on one knee and there on the beach, he popped the question.
April of course said yes and with that, they stripped off each other’s clothes and fucked right there in the sand. While the beach itself was empty, a few onlookers could see them from the boardwalk and cheered them on. Neither were particularly bothered by their small audience. All they cared about was that they were together and that’s how it would stay for a very long time.
The End