The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... the dress staying intact under its own weight. But he continued to hold on to Sylvia as they looked into each others' eyes for a time. She felt like saying 'Thank you' or some other platitude, but the words were caught in her throat.

It became obvious that he was looking at her lips. Sylvia closed her eyes.

And then there was a loud yell as Lucas jumped up and to the side, his hands both behind him as he fell forward onto the ground, his butt in the air. Monica was standing to his side, balancing on one foot as the leg that had just kicked him was still up in the air as a pair of lacy yellow panties were visible below it.

"That's for ripping her shirt in health class!" Monica yelled.

Sylvia laughed, the tension of the moment dissipating in that instant. Monica put her leg down and joined in. Even Lucas, after finding his feet, laughed with them.

"So, do you wanna go dance?" He asked.

Sylvia nodded.

As the hours passed and DJ's songs transitioned together, the mood of the night shifted from high to low to high energy again. Sylvia danced with Lucas for a while but when he got tired they retired to a side room to lean against a wall and decompress. Monica came over after a short while, her hair scuffed up, claiming she'd started a mosh-pit that required the chaperones to intervene and was lying low with the others for a bit.

The three did their best to avoid bringing up the concert, but it was clear that they were all checking the time more often than ...

... was normal. The lights began to dim in the main ballroom as the music came to an abrupt stop, the crowd all funneling in to the floor beneath the stage as their attention was called.

"Welp, this is our queue." Sylvia downed the last of her punch and headed towards the stage. "We can do this. We can do this." Lucas chanted to himself.

Monica merely punched herself in the head repeatedly while loudly humming their setlist.

They went through a side room that led backstage.

Her amplifier unplugged, Monica began to finger through a few of the chords as she watched from the side of the stage what was going on.

The principal had stepped out, approaching the podium with a long microphone chord dragging along the ground behind him. He gave a few announcements reminding the student body not to be too rowdy after the prom ended and then began a PSA on the dangers of underaged drinking that managed to completely put the crowd to sleep.

He was a hard-headed man with very little sense of humor and was never popular with students in the first place. Sylvia groaned knowing that he'd successfully cooled off the audience before she was supposed to go out there and hype them up again.

"But enough about the end of prom, I'd like to take a moment to thank one of our exemplary students from this year who managed to make it as a National Merit Finalist in addition to a nearly perfect score on her SATs," His voice was distorted slightly through the stage echo, but the name he said ...