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I never thought I would go to my high school prom with a 27-year-old beautiful woman. Hell I was never planning to go to my prom at all. My name is Jake and I am a nerd, a shut-in, a dork, and many many other negative things that people at school seem to think about me. Am I a nerd? Well if playing Warcraft online makes me a nerd....then yeah I probably am. Am I a shut-in? Not even in the least. I was raised by my parents before they died to always be thankful and give back to those who didn't have your luck in life. Funny moral coming from a kid who lost his parents at such a young age. But I was lucky enough to have my grandparents still and we lived in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood (Where the neighbor's wife was a hot as a fucking supermodel) and I was a lucky guy.

So I gave back. I gave back to kids with cancer at a local hospital on every other Saturday by reading them stories or playing board games with them. I give back to the neighborhood, by cutting everyone's grass for free. Although the grass cutting usually ends up with some money in my pocket because people like to pay me anyway. Which is fine, it supports my video game crack habit.

I especially like to help out with my neighbor's extra little things. I will help them with yard work, or clean the pool or other extra bullshit around, just because this woman is fucking hot.

We became a kind of friend. She and i would talk over lemonade when I got home from school just for the hell of it. I think she was bored, and I liked talking to her because she was almost as smart as she was hot. Maybe it was weird hanging with someone older than me, but she didn't look twenty-seven. Hell she could have enrolled in my school as a senior and nobody would really question it. Girl was hot.

Have I said that yet?

Anyway one day we were talking about the prom coming up. We lived in a small enough town that the whole world knew when prom was about to go down. She asked me if I was going and I told her that I wasn't. I couldn't get a date for the life of me, I was picked on constantly, and girls aren't attracted to pussys as it turns out.

We were standing in front of her lawn, watching the sprinkler in her front yard spray over grass. "Yeah I mean it's okay. Prom isn't that big of a deal anyway, plus tickets are like a hundred bucks a pop and I'd rather save up for a playstation 4 then go to a dance where I'd probably end up with a bunch of goat blood all over and have to go on a murder spree like Carrie." I explained to her as the afternoon breeze blew down the street.
 
Meghan Creed had always been a bombshell. At least, that is what she had been told. She had her flaws and hated certain aspects of herself, like any sane woman, but she knew enough to take care of the positive attributes she had going for her. She loved taking a walk around the neighborhood every evening as the sun was setting and there was a refreshing cool breeze. She loved going to a local swimming hole and working on her strokes. She even loved the annual summer cookout hosted by a few of the families on her block.

Her favorite part about living in this neighborhood, though, was acquiring the assistance of local boy, Jake. She probably did not need her flower beds weeded every week. She probably did not need[/] her windows washed every four days or so. She definitely[/] did not need her grass mowed nearly as frequently as she asked him to do it, but she enjoyed sitting on her porch swing looking out and watching him work.

There was no harm in looking. She was a fit, single 27 year old, and he may only be in high school, but she knew he was eighteen, and that made it legal, right? Not that it mattered, because she was only looking.

On one of these afternoons as they sat in their usual spot talking, she listened to his excuses for not going to prom.

"Jake, what are you talking about? You are quite a catch," Meghan said, musingly as she sipped her drink. "Heck, I would go with you, if I could." She giggled at the thought of squeezing into one of those ridiculous dresses she had worn as a teenager. Her gaze kind of wandered off into the distance as she thought about dances past. "Though, it would be fun," she almost whispered.
 
I had always enjoyed talking with Meghan after I did some chores for her. I mean it was nice talking to someone as a friend, but because she was so stunningly hot, well that made it better. I knew no girl nearly as pretty would even look at me at school, let alone talk to me. So I considered myself luck that she took the time to hang out a bit and chat me up.

I shrugged on the subject of prom. "Yeah I don't know how fun it would me. I don't exactly have the best of friends at school and I'd rather not deal with it." Though her offer to go with me lingered in my mind. I thought about how that would look. People who bullied me would probably die of shock if they saw me walk in with a dolled up Meghan on my arm.

"I kinda wonder what people would think though. I mean if you went with me. They wouldn't believe it and probably think I like paid you or something." I smiled and shrugged. "Besides aren't you supposed to loose your virginity on prom night?"
 
Meghan couldn't help laughing at his last comment, almost snorting her lemonade. Her mind wandered just a bit as did her gaze, over his figure. She wouldn't mind being there for the loss of his irginity. Hell, she just might fight to take it herself.

Then a thought occurred to her. "Are you implying I am not a virgin?" She pretended to be hurt. "Coming from a man who has never seen my lady bits, I find that a tad presumptuous, don't you?"

She waved her hand, laughing again. "It was just a thought. You're probably right, of course. You know the people there better than I do." She feigned a drop of the subject, but kept tossing him a sideways glance, wondering what he could be thinking.

"In any case, you shouldn't let people who are jealous of you get in the way of you having a good time. Right?"
 
I turned to her and said, "Hey I will have you know that I have seen plenty of Lady bits....on the internet. So there!" I stuck my tongue at her and shrugged.

I didn't know if going to prom was a good idea no matter what she said. I wasn't convinced if it would be fun because I didn't dance and I certainly didn't have any friends to hang out in the corner of the room with.

But then again....the look on people's faces when I showed up with Meghan would be fucking priceless. Even if they thought I paid her to be there, they would still think that some how I was there with her legitly.

"Maybe the looks on people's faces would be funny. You are so out of anyone's league at school that if they saw you with me.....I think their brains would explode." I told her with a smile. I sighed and turned to her. "You saying you would go with me?" My voice actually had a little hope to it.
 
Meghan was slightly taken aback by his sudden change of mind. She nodded. "Of course I would. I want to see the looks on people's faces if it is as bad as you claim it is." She tried desperately to contain her excitement.

"How about this; I will even pay for tickets. My treat. Let's make this a night to remember." She was having a hard time containing her enthusiasm.
 
I could see how excited she was to do this. I didn't understand why, but it really didn't matter. I just hoped that I didn't regret going. Not that I could regret going out with Meghan, I just couldn't trust the student body at school to be chill about things. Really there was only two ways prom night with Meghan could go, either it would be spectacular, or it would be the biggest disaster of my life.

50/50 sounds like decent odds.

I nodded, "Alright. I guess," I took a breath, "I guess I am in."

The coming weeks before prom had me nervous as all fuck. Meghan gave me a check to buy the tickets a week or so later, and that left me trying to find something to wear. My Mom was just excited to see me going out to do something social instead of sit at the computer and play yet another countless night of video games. So in her excitement she took me out to go rent a tux.

After all if I was going to go out with a bombshell like Meghan, I need to at least try to look good right.

Days ticked by and soon it was the big night. I went over to Meghan's house and knocked on her door, the limo that would be taking us to the dance parked at the end of her driveway. I didn't tell her I had rented a limo, using basically two weeks worth of the money I earn doing neighborhood chores, I wanted to at least try and surprise her.

I bit my lip and wondered how unbelievable she would look.

Probably better than I did. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f0/3c/c0/f03cc02129f5571d7d35d837a9db04ea.jpg
 
Meghan could barely contain her excitement as she checked her face one last time in the mirror. She had spent the whole day with one of her best friends, perfecting this look and now that the moment of the great reveal was upon her, she was nervous. She couldn't pinpoint why, but she flashed her best smile in the mirror for a quick selfie as she heard a knock at the door. Grabbing her shoes off of a bench by her closet, she raced down the stairs to answer it.

Jake looked fabulous, in his black tux. Meghan was a bit taken aback by how well he cleaned up and found words sticking in her throat. A blush crept to her cheeks as she stammered "Y-you look fantastic!"
 
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The girl that opened the door couldn't be my date for the evening. There was no way she could be this stunning. I knew Meghan was beautiful, but this was a whole other level of unfairness. She was like a dream come to life before me. I marveled at her my jaw hanging low.

I hadn't realized that she had complimented me until a moment later. I blinked and blushed, "Oh thanks, I'm nothing compared to you though. You are absolutely incredible." I honestly kind of felt bad. She was doing this as a favor to me, to make me look good in front of the school. She wasn't really there to be a real date.

Sure she would dance with me, and let me place my hands on her hips, of that I was sure. But there would be no kissing this girl at the end of the night, no magical ending other than a gentle goodnight.

Still I smiled, because this was supposed to be a good night, not a night to feel sorry for myself. I mean look at this girl I was gonna dance with!

"I have a car tonight." I told her, leading her towards her driveway where I gestured to the limo. "I wanted to surprise you in style. Especially since you saved me so much money on the tickets."
 
Meghan clapped her hands excitedly, then smiled sheepishly.

"Honey, you didn't have to. This is amazing." She waited for him to open the door and climbed in. It was so spacious. She blushed again as her imagination wandered just a tad. Adjusting her top a bit, she watched Jake climb in next to her. "So where is this thing?"

She felt maybe a little too eager, but she realized she had no idea where they were going or what it was going to be like. It had been at least ten years since her last dance, and she was more than nervous, though she would never let on.
 
I was glad to see her so excited about the car. She seemed really touched by the gesture and I at least felt good about scoring some points. WE climbed into the car together, and settled into the soft leather seats. The driver pulled away without a word, knowing what the plan was.

I shrugged, "My school's kinda cheap so they refitted the gymnasium as a big dance hall. They hung dark curtains and brought in the biggest DJ speakers I've ever seen to try and make the Gym feel like some hip dance club." I explained. "It is probably the most 'high school' thing you have seen since....high school." I smiled at her.

It didn't take long to get to the prom, but the whole drive I felt myself getting nervous. I could smell her perfume, and I could feel the heat of her body next to me. I was suddenly very aware of the "date" thing we were on. As the school buildings came into view I also began to worry about the fuckers that I knew would be there. Meghan didn't understand how bad the bullying I dealt with was.

I prayed that for one night, they would leave me alone.
 
As the gym loomed into view, Meghan was squirming in her seat. The limo did not seem as big as it had when she first climbed in. She resisted the urge, several times, to reach for Jake's hand. She had to keep reminding herself that this was a favor. It wasn't a real date. She was nine years older than him. They were just very good friends, right? Still she couldn't help wondering if things would be different if it weren't for the age difference.

As they pulled up to the door, her heart fluttered. The entrance fluttered with activity, and she was suddenly aware that aside from chaperones, she would be the oldest person at this event. She looked to Jake for reassurance, but he looked just as lost as she felt. She shook her head lightly and took a deep breath, pulling her senses together.

"Ready?"
 
I got out of the limo and just couldn't believe the hustle of the crowd. There was a line waiting to get into the building, the entrance had a phone booth set up for the prom going couples to get their pictures taken. I suddenly felt terrified, even more than before. This date thing was always just an idea, but now that the gym loomed before me and Meghan stood at my side, it was suddenly very very real.

Meghan asked if I was ready and I looked at her. "Fuck no. But we're here so I guess it's too late now right?" I teased trying to lighten the mood.

I took a deep breath and took Meghan's hand. As we moved through the line, it occured to me that Meghan didn't look out of place at all. She was prettier than all the other girls, but her dress style, hair, body, everything just sort of fit. I didn't think anyone would doubt her if she said she was only eighteen or nineteen.

My heart dropped as we got to the photo booth and the teacher taking the pictures gave Meghan a curious look. But she said nothing and simply motioned for us to get together and the camera flashed.

Then we were in the building, dance music blaring loudly in our faces. I turned to MEghan and shrugged, "What do we do now?"
 
"I had hoped you would know." She laughed tensely, but then looked around. It had been too long and things were not too different, but she was still aware of the many eyes on her. "I guess we could dance. I remember spending the whole five hour time frame on the dance floor with my friends." She pause for a minute before admitting, "This is the first time I have come to one of these with a date."

She finally forgot herself and took his hand as she stood awkwardly beside him, trying to ignore the gaping stares on them.
 
I blushed as she took my hand, looking down at her fingers wrapped in mine I nodded. As we were about to step out towards the dance floor my worst fear came to life.

Jason Brody. Jock. Quarterback. High School star. The worst person in the world.

He appeared before us looking me up and down with confusion. "What the fuck are you doing here shitstain?" He asked as if I had stepped on his shoes or something. Then he looked at Meghan and his eyes widened, "What the....Wait a second who is this?" He stepped really close to Meghan was a smirk. "I don't know you baby. I damn sure would have noticed you at school, I know all the girls, if you know what I mean."

"Jason don't." I said.

He suddenly realized that she was hold my hand. "Oh holy shit." He said, taking a step back. He looked between us, his head back and forth. "Oh dude." He started laughing. "Don't tell me you hired a hooker for prom you fucking lameass!" He started bawling with laughter.

Then he made it worse by turning and calling one of his buddies. "Kevin! Hey Kevin!" He pointed at us. "Check this out dude! Shitstain brought a hooker to prom!"

I don't know why I did it. Probably because I couldn't stomach MEghan being mocked. They could make fun of me, but not her. She didn't deserve his shit.

I balled my fist and let Meghan's hand go. While Jason was still laughing and Kevin was walking over to see what was so funny, I fucking cold cocked him as hard as I could. My fist hit him square in the face, his nose seemed to explode in red as he tumbled to the floor.

I turned to Meghan, "I knew this was a bad idea." Before the big fuckers could catch me, I darted away, ducking out through a side exit behind one of the curtains.
 
Meghan had no choice to follow him as she had no business being here in the first place. Once they were safely out of sight, she motioned for a back exit where they could slip out. In a back courtyard between buildings, she paused for a second, kicking off her shoes to pace, thinking of some way they could get out of here before cops showed up.

"Not your smartest move, honey." She looked at Jake, her voice stern, but she softened when her eyes fell on his face. "What was that all about?" To be honest, she was kind of glad he had punched the guy in the nose before she had time to plant a stiletto in his groin. Never in her life had she been insulted like that.
 
I was doubled over panting, behind the gym building itself. Meghan flowed me quickly, ducking around the corner like she wasn't trying not to be seen. I frowned at her and shook my head. "I'm sorry Meghan, I'm so sorry." I said, sadly.

"Jason has been picking on me since third grade, but I've never hit him before." I explained. "That's why I wasn't going to come here in the first place. I knew he wouldn't leave me alone. He has every jock asshole in the school against me. I fucking hate him, I hate this school. I can't talk to anyone, I can't have any fucking friends because they will get shit from Jason and his fucking posse of cocksuckers." I panted.

I looked up at her. "I couldn't just let him call you a hooker though. I couldn't stand and let him fucking talk shit about someone who was just trying to be nice to me. Because no one is ever fucking nice to me. I apparently I'm just a piece of shit." I crumbled and sat down against the wall, not wanting to deal with this shit anymore. I couldn't believe this. We hadn't been at the prom for five fucking minutes before that asshole ruined it.

Now what? My night with Meghan was over, ruined, and it was all for nothing.
 
Meghan chewed her bottom lip for a minute, her heart torn for his plight. She sank down into the grass next to him, feeling the cool dampness of dew soaking through the satin of her gown. She lay her head on his shoulder and smiled, trying not to tear up for him.

"Jake, that was the bravest, manliest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." She pecked his cheek without thinking and nuzzled up to him. "How about we ditch this whole plan and head back to my place for a movie or something? Your parents aren't expecting you home for a while anyways, right? Why not take advantage of the time we have?"

She knew it would probably look bad, having him over so late at night, but then again, they already spent so much time together, they would not be noticed. It wouldn't hurt anything, would it?
 
I felt Meghan leaning against me, her head on my shoulder felt strangely comforting. She had a good idea, and I nodded. It would look bad if I came home so quickly after leaving, like maybe I didn't even go to the prom or something. I could hide at Meghan's for a few hours and then go home and pretend it was the best time ever.

"Okay that sounds good." I said, "We can have the limo guy take us for burgers on the way to your place too." I suggested with a smile. "I mean it isn't a date if I don't take you to dinner right?"
 
Another tinkling laugh fell from Meghan's lips as she accepted his offer of dinner. She liked the idea of something greasy to wash the taste of defeat from her mouth. She stood and gathered her shoes out of the grass, leading the way to the parked vehicle. She felt she should make it up to him somehow since this was her fault after all. In any case, dinner and a movie seemed like a good end to the night.

"Alright, but burgers are your treat," she teased.

As they loaded up into the back of the limo, she was struck by his words from a few weeks prior. "...Aren't you supposed to lose your virginity...?" Her cheeks flushed and she suddenly felt hot. She sat quietly for a minute as the car pulled away from the school and things went dark in the back seat. She chewed her lip, trying to regain control of her overactive imagination, but it would not be reigned in. She was suddenly acutely aware of their close proximity and the smell of his cologne was more than a bit intoxicating. She lay her head against him again, looking to relieve some of the tension she felt through human contact. She gently coaxed his arm around her shoulders, the skin of his palm raising goosebumps on her bare shoulders.
 
It was quiet between us in the limo as we drove away. Meghan leaned against me, her head against on my shoulders. She pulled my arm up and draped it around her, my hand resting on her bare shoulder. Her skin felt so soft, and suddenly I was very aware of her body against me. The warmth of her seemed to burn into me, comforting and heating me up all at the same time. The smell of her perfume and her shampoo filled my nose, and I began to feel embracing things run through my body, mostly a tingling in my ball sack.

I had to grit my teeth though. This was Meghan after all. I couldn't be popping a tent in my slacks in front of her. She would freak out or something probably.

The Limo pulled into a drive-through, the local burger joint was set up to accept limos thankfully and we were able to order without getting out of the car. Minutes later the driver was on the way back to Meghan's house, but I realized that my parents might see the limo drop us off, especially this early in the night.

"Hey I have an idea." I explained. "I don't want anyone seeing the limo drop us off early, so let's eat in the park and walk back to your place." I suggested.
 
Meghan was snapped out of her daze, her eyes forced upward to look into his. She just nodded, afraid her thoughts would be betrayed by a weakness in her voice that she knew happened when her mind was in dark places.

She sat up again, turning a little bit to face him. "I am sorry this is what the night boiled down to." She began chewing her lip again, grateful she had gone with a lip stain and not a stick that would smear her teeth.
 
I sighed and picked out a french fry from the bag. "Well I suppose it was good life experience for me to at least try." I told her. "And it means a lot that you were willing to go with me." I shrugged, "But hey, we can have just as much fun watching a movie too. And we did take that nice picture at the door. So I'll just pretend we skipped the dance to go have a pajama party." I teased with a smile.

The limo stopped at the park and I grabbed the food, and dragging myself out of the car. I held out my free hand for Meghan to use to help get out of the car and I thanked the driver for the night.

As the limo drove away, I led Meghan to a bench in the park where I used the food bags to make a little picnic area. I patted the seat beside me and looked up at her, "Come here beautiful, let's eat and forget about all our problems." I said, chuckling. "I'm probably going to be suspended on Monday for hitting Jason. And I'll get grounded for it of course. So do me a favor....Let's make this night awesome while we still can."
 
"What a gentleman," Meghan remarked as she kicked off her shoes again and walked over to the bench. Her imaginings in the back seat of the limo lent an unintentional, sultry sway to her hips which were accentuated by her skin tight dress. She perched on the bench and picked at her food. She wanted to dig right in, but feminine etiquette demand she be dainty and ladylike. She rolled her eyes and ate a fry.

"Hey, you still looked pretty badass when you clocked him. I liked it." She chewed thoughtfully. "Just think though, if you get suspended, you can come spend more time helping me. Your parents can't ground you from working can they?"
 
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I laughed and looked at her. Even in the dim light of the park she looked incredible. Even over the smell of the greasy food, I could smell her perfume. It was nice. I smirked and said, "Truth be told, it felt really good to hit him."

We ate and enjoyed the company and evening air. I threw away the trash when we were finished. "You sure it's cool if I come to your place. Your parents aren't going to get mad are they?" I teased her, as we started walking back to our neighborhood.
 
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