Michael's Prom Night

As we headed toward the residential section of town I could tell from the deafening silence that the guys weren’t very happy about the way things were turning out. Once we dropped the two girls off at their respective homes Michael moved into the rear seat with me while Terry and Jeff stayed up front.
As we headed toward Micheal’s house where they intended to drop me off they began bitching about how disappointing this prom night had been. We passed the bourbon bottle around between the three of us. I say the three of us because by this point Michael was passed out in the back seat. I asked Terry to pull over so I could let the sleeping Michael stretch out on the rear seat. Jeff got out of the front to help me get Michael arranged on the back seat. Once we had Michael as comfortable as possible on the back seat I climbed into the front seat between Terry and Jeff.

As we pulled away the guys once again began their complaining about what bitches the girls turned out to be and what a waste the night had been. I finally got tired of the bitching and I casually hiked the skirt of my borrowed prom dress up a bit higher on my thighs. I reached for Terry’s right hand and placed it on my left thigh. He gave me a quick glance and then began to slowly stroke my thigh through the pantyhose.
“I’m sick of all this pathetic bitching.” I said. “lets do something about it.”
I spread my legs a bit wider and allowed Terry’s hand to begin working it’s way up my thigh.
Terry was busy caressing my inner thigh and working up the courage to move on to my “clitty” tucked neatly inside my pantyhose covered panties. I took Jeff’s right hand and placed it on my right breast. He didn’t require any coaxing and I soon had one hand stroking my nylon covered crotch and another hand slowly squeezing and caressing my tits.

I told Terry to head for the 24 hour automated car wash which was just a block or so away.