Prom

 Your best friends Annie and Clemintine had insisted on you taking them both to prom. As the evening began, Annie and Clementine were already a sight to see. Both of them were dressed in stunning silk gowns that shimmered. Annie's blue dress complemented her fiery red hair, and Clem's light purple dress clung to her like a glove. Their hair was perfectly styled, their makeup flawlessly applied. It was clear that they were ready for a night to remember.

    You couldn't help but smile as you watched them giggling and chatting animatedly in the back seat. As soon as we pulled away from our parents' homes, you poured them each a glass of champagne. They were both clearly enjoying themselves, happy to be together and looking forward to the prom night ahead. I was grateful that I could be the one to share this special evening with my two best friends.

    The limo driver navigated through the busy streets, you watched in awe as your best friends drank glass after glass. Somewhere into the second bottle, Annie produced a joint and lit it. She and Clem passed it back and forth, filling the limo with smoke.

You glanced over at Annie and Clementine, feeling a surge of gratitude for their friendship. They had been by your side through thick and thin, supporting you, cheering you on, and always making you laugh. Tonight was a celebration of our bond, a chance to let loose and enjoy each other's company in a glamorous setting.

The limo came to a stop at the entrance of the fancy restaurant you were taking them for dinner, and you stepped out into the cool night air. The girls were none too sober, and you had to guide them into the restaurant. 

In the dimly lit restaurant, you were led to a cozy, secluded booth. You quickly ordered a bottle of wine, which your girls happily drank. 

As you ate, you could feel the excitement building in your chest. This was going to be an unforgettable night, even if the girls would struggle to remember it in the haze of alcohol and weed. The food helped sober them some, but still by the time you left, they were clearly drunk. 

Back in the limo, on the way to the prom, they lit another joint. You had to wonder if the teachers would let you in, so you three could spend the rest of the evening dancing, laughing, and making memories that would last a lifetime.

Though Annie and Clementine had to hold onto you inorder to keep from falling, they somehow acted sober enough to be let into the prom. As you made our way into the venue, you were greeted by the sight of twinkling lights, colorful decorations, and a dance floor full of happy couples twirling and swaying to the music. Annie and Clementine's eyes lit up at the sight, their smiles widening as they took in the scene.

You found a table near the dance floor and settled in, sipping on punch and nibbling on decadent appetizers. The music was infectious, and soon you three found yourselves joining the crowd on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm and letting go of all our worries and cares.

Annie and Clementine were in their element, spinning and twirling with joy, their laughter ringing out into the night. I watched them, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. This was what friendship was all about—moments like these, when you could forget the world and simply be in the moment with the people you loved.

Throughout the night, we took breaks from dancing to admire the decorations, take photos, and enjoy the delicious food. Someone had spiked the punch, and the girls got even drunker. You couldn't say for sure, but you also suspected they shared a joint in the bathroom a time or two. The atmosphere was electric, filled with a sense of celebration and joy. You couldn't have asked for a better prom night.

As the evening drew to a close, Annie and Clementine were still buzzing with excitement. They clung to each other, tears of happiness shining in their eyes. You hugged them both tightly, feeling grateful for their presence in my life.

Before they got in trouble, you whisked them out to the limo. As you made your way back to the limo, you knew that this night would be something we would always look back on with fondness. It was a night of laughter, love, and friendship—a night that reminded us of the importance of cherishing those we hold dear.

As we drove to the hotel, the street lights illuminating the limo, you felt a sense of contentment settle over me. Annie and Clementine were drinking champagne from the bottle, their gowns crumpled and their hair tousled, but still looking radiant and beautiful.

For the umteenth time that night, Annie’s dress strap slid off her shoulder. For the first time though, the redheads tit became exposed. Both girls were waysted, and it took some time for either to notice. It was Clem who noticed first. However, instead of helping Annie, Clem surprised you by untying her own dress and letting her equally gorgeous breasts free. Then, She leaned in and kissed Annie first, then you. Things might have gotten out of hand right there, but you’d arrived at the hotel. 

Reluctantly, you helped first Annie and then Clem re-cover their breasts. Then you helped them out of the limo and into the hotel. Thankful for online check in, you led them to your room. 

In the elevator you smiled to yourself, knowing that this was a night you would always treasure. Prom night would be more than you could have ever imagined, and it was all thanks to the love and support of your two best friends. Together, you would create memories that would last you a lifetime.