My Formal

The formal is a big big deal for high school girls. Or depending on what part of the world you are from, better known as "the prom". It's more or less the closest thing we get to planning our wedding at a young age. There's the make up, the hair, the dress, the shoes, the bag, the car and of course - the man.
Dylan being the tightarse that he was, did not want to get a car, so I arrived through the back way into my formal in a Mitsubishi Verada. The formal itself was quite enjoyable, though due to the general stuffiness of my school friends there was no after party. So Dylan and I decided to make our own.
Now my mother is not a conventional mother by any means. Lets just say, my sex drive was hereditary. I told my mother about the plans I wanted to have after the formal.
"Don't get a hotel, I'll set up my place! I'll go stay at my boyfriend's place! I'll get you champagne, chocolates, strawberries, I'll even leave you some porn!" She said excitedly. I respectfully declined the porn.
We pulled up at my mum's place and hurriedly got out of the car, bag in one hand, sex box in the other. Mum was there for a little while to take photos of me in my formal dress and then quickly cleared off to her partner's place.
I lay down on the bed and straight away I could tell that Dylan was putting in extra effort. I gathered it was because he knew how important formal sex was to me, and also he had broken up with me two months previously and knew he owed me. We obviously were still engaging in relations. I was quite bored as he spent extra long on the foreplay. I think that was the moment I realised that Dylan was not that great at sex. He took a few sexy photos of me, I think that was the highlight of the evening. He bit me this way and that way, tried this position, that position. Yawn.
All in all, my formal was a bit of a dud really. At least afterwards. My friend's formal however... That's a different story.


-Endrin-