Chapter 42

The day is finally here. Senior Prom. One of the most memorable moments of the end of our high school careers. The plan is as follows. Foster and I will get ready at home. My mom will help me with my hair and with keeping Foster away from me while I am getting into my dress. Once dressed, Mom will take a couple of pictures of us. We will use the beautiful ivy-laced brick wall on the side of our building. Once our little photography session ends, Foster and I will drive my Mom's car to the restaurant where Micah, Joe, Julia, and Jake are meeting us at. Once we finish dinner, depending on how long that takes, we will either do group photos or we will head straight to the venue to dance the night away with our classmates.

I take a deep breath, trying to shake off any thoughts of impending disaster that filter into my brain. There will be no disaster. It will be a great night. And at the end of the night, I think I am going to tell him. I've been too scared to tell him about it, but I'm hoping the adrenaline rush from the night will give me that push. I have to be confident in order to tell him about his child. I feel my heart pounding in my ears. I take another deep breath to calm myself.

Knock Knock

"Come in mom," I answer. Instead of who I was expecting, Foster struts in. It's still relatively early so neither of us has started getting ready just yet. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me out of my seat, lifting me onto his lap and then onto the bed behind us. I turn so my face is in his chest and give him a few sweet kisses at his collarbone, up his neck, and then to his lips.

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Fucking hell. Feeling her soft lips against my skin is too much. To be fair, I did come in here hoping to see her and maybe touch her a bit before I don't get to see her again for the next few hours, but now I just want to be all over her.

"I don't think you are prepared for the consequences of those actions sweetheart. You might want to stop now while you still can," I mutter between kisses.

"But what if I am prepared?" She shifts so that her thighs straddle my lap. She kisses my mouth one more time before trailing her kisses back down my neck to my shoulder. She rakes her fingernails against my back.

"Just know that you asked for this doll," I groan as I buck my hips up. She rocks her hips back and forth against my stiff rod. I smirk and pull her away from my shoulder. It's my turn now. I tilt her head back with one hand, licking and nipping at the space just above her breasts. She moans quietly. The sweet noise reaches my ears, signaling for me to continue. I break from her, pulling my shirt over my head. She repeats my actions, tossing her shirt onto the floor. I reach a hand behind her back, unclasping her bra. The perky pale twins bounce as the supportive fabric is removed.

"You are so beautiful." I take one rosy bud into between my lips, suckling softly, stopping occasionally to swirl my tongue around it. Not wanting the other breast to feel left out, I roll the other slightly stiffened nipple between my index finger and thumb.

"Foster, it's so good," I love when she says my name in that cute breathy tone. God, I just want to ram into her right now, but I know better. I suck and pinch a little harder, wanting to hear her say my name a second time. "F-Foster," she moans.

I rip my mouth away from her chest. The cold air passes between us, causing her to shiver. "What can I do for you, babe? What do you want me to do?" I bring my hands down to her thighs, squeezing and rubbing the supple skin.

She whimpers and rests her forehead on my shoulder. She starts rocking herself against my cock again. I let her for a few minutes until the fabric becomes too much. I unbutton her shorts, slipping my hand between them and her lacy panties.

"I need you to look at me and tell me what you want. I can't help you until you use your words." I trace her folds through the thin barrier. "You are so wet for me right now. You are practically dripping." I focus on that cute little button that I love so much, pinching and rubbing.

C looks at me and says, "Foster, please. I really want you to touch me."

"But I am touching you doll," I continue teasing her.

"No, I want you t-to take my clothes off and then touch me."

"Okay, like this?" I whip off her shorts, leaving the soaked panties. I pull her off my lap and lay her down on the bed. Instead of removing the last garment, I just go right back to torturing her gorgeous pussy.

"N-No! I want you to take these off too." She brings her hands down towards the last item separating her from me. I chuckle and comply. Once she is completely bare before me I slip one finger into her moist core.

"There's my good girl. All you had to do was ask," I pump it in and out of her, adding a second finger once she feels ready. "I have been waiting all morning to get a taste of your sweet wet pussy." I spread my fingers wide inside of her and bring my lips down to her clit. I blow hot air over the swollen button, moving my fingers faster inside of her.

"Foster I need your tongue," she whines.

"Of course sweetheart." She practically pushes herself against my face. First I kiss her lower lips. Then I circle my tongue around the pink pleasure center. Finally, I pump my fingers in and out of her as fast as I am able while taking her clit in my mouth and gently sucking on it. She trembles beneath me. I smirk, still tonguing her button.

"That's so good. Oh Foster it's so good." Just as she finishes saying this, I stop. She cries out. I look up at her face. She is flushed, her lips are parted and she is gasping for air. Her eyes are on me.

"If you want to cum, you need to ask me first. You know the rules, don't you? Can you be my good girl and beg for me to make you cum?" She closes her eyes, embarrassed I'm certain. She is my shy little C after all.

"Foster, will you please let me cum? It just feels so good."

"That's my girl," I push three fingers inside her, curling them and swallowing her clit. I increase the speed of my fingers and the pressure of my tongue against her. I feel her start to clamp down on my fingers, but I push through, pumping in and out as hard and fast as I can.

"O-oh Foster!" I feel one last intense squeeze against my fingers. I take them out slowly. I spread her pussy lips apart and suck on her tight little hole, trying to taste her sweet juices. She closes her thighs around my head. Once I feel like she is adequately cleaned up, I pull off my final pieces of clothing and stand up.

"Are you ready for me now?" She nods her head and attempts to cover her face. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while my other hand holds her hip. I position myself at her entrance and give her one last look. She nods again and I slam into her.

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After Foster and I shower and clean up my room a bit, he sneaks back to his room through the closet tunnel. I lay down on my mattress, waiting for my mom to get in here. I have no clue what to do with all this fucking hair on my head.

A few minutes pass by before my mom enters the room. She is holding a hundred different hair products, hair accessories, hair styling tools, etc. I sit up and groan. This is going to take forever.

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I take one last look at myself in the mirror, adjusting the light blue tie as best I can. Mrs. Jones had to come help me with this one.

I walk into the living room, waiting For C. I open and close my clammy hands a few times. It doesn't help relieve any of the nervousness I feel. My eyes stay trained on the kitchen clock. 5:25 pm. We still have about an hour until we need to meet the others at the restaurant.

Claudia's bedroom door opens. Her mother shuffles out first. Then I see her. She is in a gorgeous pale blue dress. It's two pieces so her mid-section is slightly exposed. I had no idea they made dresses like that. The skirt part is poofy and glittery but it doesn't seem childish at all. The top is the same blue glittery fabric, but it has pretty beads in a cool pattern. It's a sleeveless top so I imagine she is going to get chilly at some point tonight. Somehow the ensemble reminds me of that blonde disney princess, the one with the glass shoes.

Her hair is pinned up. A few dark curls frame her face and a couple more drape down from the updo, grazing her shoulder each time she turns her head or nods. The rest of her hair is gathered at the back of her head in a cool twisty braid bun thing. But the best part of it all is her incredible smile. I'm sure she is wearing makeup but honestly I wouldn't have known if it weren't for the shiny sparkly stuff on her cheekbones.

Mrs. Jones claps her hands together. "Alright kiddos, ready to go take some pictures?" I reach my hand out to C who gently takes it in hers. Before we head for the door her mom helps her with the last part of her outfit. A mesmerizing cloak made from the same thin shiny fabric that makes up each of her skirt layers. There is a border around the cloak using the same beads and the same pattern as her top. Her mom drapes the loose hood over her hair, careful to not mess anything up.

It's time. We head out the door, into the early night, a bit on edge but excited all the same. This is going to be a night to remember. I give her hand a gentle squeeze to reassure her that I am here and I won't let anything happen to her. I won't let anything ruin her time.