I have a confession to make, my Prom Queen became a phone sex girl. How do I know this? Well, one day I dialled a wrong number and to my utter astonishment, I heard the dulcet tones of the girl I had loved all my teenage life. Tiffany-Jane was a special girl; and I considered myself to be doubly lucky to have gone out with her through high school. I always remember our prom night, the great band, the stolen drinks, and the way my girl looked on the night. She was a stunner, that’s for sure!
They say that guys never remember what their girlfriends wore on special occasions, like prom nights and anniversaries, but I remember Tiffany-Janes’ burnished red taffeta dress. And she wore long scarlet gloves, black stockings and a nose ring with her initials in sparkling diamante flakes. That girl rocked the Casbah, everyone was impressed and came up and told us just how good she looked. I was drooling into my vodka and Pepsi. I was so excited I felt like I had grown an extra leg. The dancing was totally wicked; and the warm perfume of her body close to mine was like a narcotic.
My Prom Queen Became a Phone Sex Girl
Tiffany-Jane and I had not had sex at that time, well, we had not gone all the way, anyway. We had French kissed until our lips were bruised and swollen. We had done dry runs, thrusting pelvis’s into layers of thin fabric until we knew the contours of each other’s body like a pilot knows his home runway. But we had not done the business; sometimes I was so sore after a session with Tiffany-Jane that I struggled to walk home afterwards. Blue was not my favourite colour at that time. I had set myself to do the deed on prom night, no matter what eventuated. It turned out unlike anything I had planned.
On the way to our spot in Mountview Hill, after the prom, my car hit another car; and Tiffany-Jane was permanently paralysed from the waist down. I tried to stay in touch, but with all the rehabilitation and how her parents felt about me we lost contact. I moved away for a few years and started a new life in another town. I married another woman and settled down for a number of years. My marriage failed and I returned to the town where I was from. You can imagine my surprise one night when I was feeling lonely and called this number, to hear the voice of my Tiffany telling me how pleased she was to hear from me. I am not sure whether she knew who I actually was. Prom Queen memories eh?