Prom night had always gone down as a night to remember, and I intend to enjoy it to the fullest.
It was always the same at every prom after party. A room full of sweaty, horny teenagers.
Me, my boyfriend Dan, and our friend Nathan, had gone together to the acter party after his own date had ditched him for a hockey player.
We had drank out all our pain and sorrows for the future till the clock striking three and some wine left in the bottle that we just couldn’t leave., so we had carried the rest and gone home to John's house. Fidel came home with us since he was still nursing his broken heart.
Red wine always makes me horny, and as the boys were discussing their cars my eyes and mind wandered.
From John’s full lips, his broad shoulders, his big brown hands, to Fidel’s cocky ope
