The night of the homecoming dance changed my world

I began senior year as the shy church mouse who dressed like someone 30 years older than I was. Loose blouses, ankle length skirts and dresses. Usually a cardigan over my blouse. I kept my brunette hair long and my green eyes were one of my favorite features when I looked in the mirror. I was on the taller side, petite with small breasts.

I had never had a relationship, that was frowned upon by my over protective, heavily religious parents. My life was school, home, and church. I was so close to 18 and ready to be out on my own and independent. The rules would all be out the window.

At the beginning of the school year, I got paired up on a chemistry assignment with Morgan, a fellow senior who had just transferred into the school. She was beautiful with perfect red hair, emerald green eyes, a petite figure with c cup breasts and perfect legs that were always shown off by the mid thigh length skirts or dresses. As the project wore on, we started to get to know each other on a personal level.

I was intrigued by Morgan, she was a military child and had seen parts of the world that I had only dreamt of. I wanted to know all about her. I managed to get her to come to church with me on Wednesday nights. She was fun to hang out with away from school. Part of me wished that I could dress the way that she did, it drew attention that she played off as no big deal.

Mom and dad loved Morgan, even though they frowned on how she dressed, they liked her personality and that she went to church with me. So when I mentioned that I wanted to go to the homecoming dance, they agreed after over 3 years of telling me no. It also helped my cause that i had turned 18 and they were loosening the reigns on me a little bit.

Morgan picked me up to get ready for the dance at her house. I carried my dress and an overnight bag. I had hung out at Morgan's house a few times but never slept over. She had an older brother who was 21 and cute. Her dad was hot as well, especially in his uniform. Her mom was beautiful and for a woman in her 40s, still looked in her twenties.

Morgan's bedroom was immaculate and she had so much stuff that I was jealous of. Her clothes, her vast amount of make up, a big flat screen TV attached to the wall. I sat down on the bed, Morgan sent a text to someone and sat down on her desk chair. A moment later, her brother knocked and entered wearing swim trunks with no shirt. He closed the door behind him.

"Can you get me another bottle of vodka and some juice for later tonight?"

"If dad finds out, he is going to kill us"

"He hasn't found out yet and he is deployed. Hard to find out from another country" Morgan took a $50 from her top dresser drawer and handed it to him

He nodded and exited the room. Morgan sat down beside me and we talked to pass some time. When it came time to get ready for the dance, I took my dress from its garment bags. Morgan frowned when she saw it.

"Sorry, but youre not going in that" she told me

"Its all i have"

"Thats why i went and bought you something" she smiled.

Morgan went to her closet and reached for a dress. She held out a white strapless mini dress. It was shorter and tighter than anything I had worn before. I smiled when I saw it. I started to undress, the first time in front of Morgan. I felt insecure about my small breasts compared to her nice ones.

"You really need to show your body more, it is amazing" Morgan said as she looked at me

"You're body is amazing too, ive been jealous of it"

"Thank you, that's sweet. You have nothing to be jealous of. Thats how God made you"

I blushed as I unhooked my plain white bra and dropped it onto my pile of clothes. Morgan looked down at my plain white cotton panties and frowned again.

"I knew your panties would be like that, so I got you something else" she said and opened her top dresser drawer. Her hand emerged with a three thongs still on their hangers. They were cute but I panicked. I lowered the waist band of my panties to reveal that I had hair that wouldn't look good in a thong. Morgan smiled and led me into the bathroom that adjoined with her brother's room. She locked the door to his room.

Morgan sat down on the side of the tub and turned me to face her. She peeled my panties down and i stepped out of them. Morgan turned on the sink to her side and picked up a razor. She wetted her hand and caressed my pubic hair until it was glistening. Her touch felt so good. Morgan put a little shave gel on her finger tips and rubbed until the bell foamed up on my patch of hair. I watched as Morgan took her time removing the hair. When she made the last stroke, she wetted a rag and washed where she had shaved. She smiled up at me, then kissed the spot where the hair had been. Morgan stood, turned me to face the mirror and she stood behind me, her arms around my waist. Her body felt good against me, but I kept my composure.

"Now its as perfect as you are"

"Im not perfect" I replied and Morgan turned me to face her, her arms around my bare waist

"To me you are"

I blushed and wanted to cry hearing it. I was falling for Morgan and didnt want these feelings to end. We returned to her bedroom and I pulled on a white thong. I loved the feeling of the fabric between my butt cheeks. I looked in the mirror and had a new feeling come over me, I felt sexy. Morgan smiled approvingly. She was changing behind me and I couldn't help but watch as I slid on the dress. I loved how it felt clinging to my body and my breasts. Morgan stepped behind me and raised the zipper. I noticed my slight curve at my waist was more pronounced and I liked how my hips looked. Turning around, I looked over my shoulder and saw my ass, it looked so good in the dress.

Morgan sat me in a chair, my back to the mirror. She went to work on my hair, taking her time, focused on getting it just perfect. Then she took her time doing my make up. She gave me instructions on how she was doing everything, teaching me about makeup. When she finished, she stepped back and smiled proudly. I smiled back and secretly admired how good she looked in her black mini dress. I stood and turned, looking back from the mirror was a girl i didnt recognize, I looked like a woman. I wanted to cry but fought back the tears. I hugged Morgan tightly and thanked her.

Morgan presented me with a pair of white high heels she had bought to go with the dress. The last piece of the ensemble was a gold cross necklace that Morgan put around my neck. Then we were off to the dance. Everyone I passed seemed to stop and stare, girls who had teased me for dressing like an old woman were giving me compliments. I stayed by Morgan's side, danced with Morgan and some of our mutual friends. I was having the time of my life. I didn't want the night to end, but my feet thought differently. Leaving the dance, I carried my high heels.

As we exited the school, Morgan made me stop at the top of the stairs. I wondered what she was doing as we were being passed by classmates. Morgan walked down the stairs and half way to the curb. I was confused seeing her stand there looking at me. She finally walked back up the stairs and stood in front of me.

"That was where I was standing and you were standing when I got here for my first day and the moment I knew I wanted to take care of you, the moment I fell in love with you" Morgan put her arms around my waist "go out with me"

I was on the verge of tears, I couldn't speak, just smiled proudly and nodded quickly. My arms were over her shoulders. As classmates passed, we kissed, my first kiss with anyone. Electricity shot through my body as the tip of her tongue massaged mine. I felt her hands on my ass when our kiss broke. I didn't care that anyone had seen the church mouse kissing another girl.

Soon, we were back at Morgan's. Her mom was at her job working overnights at the hospital.Morgan had me sit on the couch while she disappeared down the hall. When she came back down the hall, she was carrying a bottle. She slipped into the kitchen and a couple minutes later came back with two glasses of orange juice. She handed me one and sat down so close to me that her smooth thigh rested against mine.

We would take a sip of the drink, taking a couple of sips before I adjusted to it. In between sips, we wpuld share a short kiss. Once our first glasses were empty, Morgan went to refill them. We were halfway through the second when she told me she would be right back. I sipped my drink, when she returned, she had two scrunchies on her wrist. A couple of minutes later, I heard her brother coming down the hall.

"Maria baby, have you ever seen a man's dick before?"

"No" I said as he entered the living room

"Would you like to?" Morgan asked, the alcohol had me feeling funny

"You mean?" I pointed at him, Morgan nodded "But he is your brother" I blushed

"We are all adults, trust me, you'll like it"

Morgan moved to the front of the couch cushion. Dylan was standing there looking at both of us. Morgan untied his sweatpants and pulled them down. My eyes grew big when she lowered his underwear and his cock was hard and right in front of us. Morgan handed me a scrunchie and told me to put my hair in a ponytail. I pulled my hair back and Morgan had me move to the front of the cushion. She leaned in and kissed me, when our kiss broke, she lifted my hand to his cock and placed my fingers around it.

Her hand stayed on mine, guiding it back and forth slowly. Then her hand moved onto the base of the shaft. As we stroked it together, I looked at it in amazement. After a couple of minutes, Morgan pulled my hand away.

"Its also fun to put it in your mouth" her words shocked me. I watched as Morgan leaned forward and started to kiss it, then circled the head with her tongue and took it into her mouth. Dylan moaned as Morgan's head bobbed up and down the shaft. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my girlfriend sucking her brother's dick.

When she pulled it from her mouth, she smiled at me and we kissed again. She asked if I wanted to try and I nodded. Morgan replaced her hand on the shaft with mine. She softly gave me instructions, my heart raced as my mouth got closer to it. I started to kiss and lick it like Morgan had done. I hesitated for a moment before I parted my lips and started to take it in. The fleshy taste was amazing, I had never tasted or felt anything like this, a fire was ignited inside me.

I glided my head back and forth on it, taking it deeper into my mouth until it hit my gag reflex and my head jerked back suddenly. Morgan giggled and told me to try again, again it got close to my throat and I gagged. Morgan giggled again and told me to relax my throat if I wanted to go that deep.

As I caught my breath, Morgan took it back in hers. She sucked for a couple of minutes then started to kiss his cock, she pulled my head to his cock and I started to kiss it too. Dylan was moaning louder. Morgan and I took turns sucking on his cock. He started to moan "oh fuck, oh shit" over and over. Morgan told me to finish him. I didnt know what that meant, but I put it in my mouth. Sucking on it until he said he was about to cum.

Morgan pulled my head back and put her cheek against mine, telling me to open my mouth. We looked up at him, our mouths open. Dylan stroked his cock quickly and he groaned. Suddenly, his load of cum shot out, hitting us both on the face. My eyes closed just before some hit my eyelid. A little of it got in my mouth, a funny salty taste. Dylan pulled his tshirt off and Morgan used it to clean our faces.

Dylan took his cum stained shirt and left the room. Morgan and I finished our drink. Morgan took my hand and we moved to the kitchen, she grabbed the partially empty bottle and then led me to her room. Once the door was shut, we embraced and started to kiss passionately. Morgan lowered the zipper of my dress as I unzipped hers. In just our thongs, we moved to her bed. We laid there kissing, our near naked bodys pressed together.

Morgan started to kiss down my body, each kiss sending Shockwaves of excitement through me. When she started to kiss my breasts and tease my nipples, they grew hard. She kisses down my body, closer to my waist. Morgan peeled off my thong and dropped it by the bed. Her hands pushed my thighs further apart as she moved between them. I looked down and only saw from her nose up. She began to give me the first oral of my life. I closed my eyes and began moaning happily, I had never felt anything this good. Morgan's tongue flicked along my pussy and to my clit. I gripped the sheets and my hips started to instinctively move up and down. A feeling grew inside of me, I felt like I was going to explode.

I cried out louder and for the first time in my life, screamed the word "fuck" over and over. I gripped the sheets harder. And then it happened. An orgasm that rocked my world. My back arched and my mouth was open but no sound came out.

I finally looked down, Morgan was sucking on my pussy. I saw her push her thong off, kicking it aside. She moved up my body and we kissed, then she rose to her knees and moved further up me until her knees were on either side of my head, I was looking up at her pussy. It was a beautiful sight. Morgan held the top of the headboard and lowered her pussy to my mouth. The taste of my girlfriend was amazing. I kissed it, licked it, explored it. Morgan started to move her hips back and forth. She started to moan louder, praising me for how good it felt. Her moans grew even louder. Then she lifted her pussy from my mouth and moved down my body.

Morgan was on her knees, positioning her pussy against mine. She started to grind her pussy against mine and we both began to moan loudly. The feel of getting humped by my girlfriend brought back the feeling that I was about to cum. The bed squeaked, the headboard started to knock against the wall, Morgan's head was tilted back, her hands playing with her tits as she humped me at a feverish pace. I came again just before she came. Morgan collapsed onto me and we kissed passionately.

We eventually slid under the covers, me on my side, Morgan's naked body behind me, her arms over me as we drifted off to sleep