So You Call Yourself a Man by Carl Weber Page B

doing, Tiffany? You’re looking good.” My eyes were fixated on her hips. Deep down, I wanted to ask her to turn around so I could see her ass.
    â€œThanks.” Her dimple got deeper. “You’re not looking so bad yourself for a dead man.”
    â€œYou know what they say. Embalming fluid helps preserve your youth.” I rubbed my hand across my smoothly shaved face. We both cracked up, laughing.
    â€œOh, Lord, Sonny, you still crazy. You know that?” She was still chuckling.
    â€œYeah, and you’re still the prettiest girl at the prom. Did you know that?”
    Don’t ask me where that came from, because I don’t have a clue, but neither one of us was laughing anymore. We were staring at each other, our eyes doing all the talking, reminiscing about what quite possibly was the greatest night of either of our lives. I loved my wife more than anything in the world, and when she married me she made me the happiest man in the world, but the happiest night of my life would always be the night of Tiffany’s senior prom.
    The lights in the hall got dim when the DJ announced that Brent and Alison had just left the building and he would only be playing three more songs. As if it were scripted, the next song he played was “Endless Love.”
    â€œRemember this?” Tiffany finally broke our silence.
    â€œHow could I ever forget our song?”
    â€œSo, can a sister get a dance or what?” She placed a hand on her hip.
    â€œSure,” I told her as I stood, trying my best to use my tuxedo jacket to hide my erection.
    I thought about Jessica and the kids back in Seattle. Like I said earlier, I’d never cheated on my wife before, but dancing wasn’t cheating, so I didn’t feel any guilt. Tiffany led the way to the dance floor, and for the first time, I saw that bodacious ass of hers. It looked just like a Georgia peach in that tight-fitting dress, and my dick got just a little bit harder.
    When we got on the dance floor, Tiffany wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her head on my shoulder. She was so soft and smelled so good that I just wanted to squeeze her and pull her in close, but I resisted. I didn’t want her to feel my bulging manhood up against her dress. I wanted to believe she wouldn’t mind, but the last thing I needed was to get slapped on the dance floor at Brent’s wedding.
    â€œI love this song,” she whispered, snuggling her head up against my neck. She pulled me in a little closer, and I’m sure she could feel what was going on down below. “Whenever I hear it, I think of you and the prom. That was the best night of my life.”
    â€œMine too.” I couldn’t see her face, but I was sure she was smiling from the sigh she let out. She pulled me in closer and my stuff slid right up against the soft mound between her legs.
    â€œYou’ve got me feeling like we’re in high school again, Sonny.” I rubbed my hands against the skin where her dress was open in the back. “I’m starting to feel like it’s the prom all over again.” I didn’t reply. I was too busy enjoying the pleasure of our bodies rubbing up against each other.
    â€œThat was the first time I ever spent the entire night with a man.”
    â€œFor me that was the first night for a lot of things,” I whispered.
    â€œI’ll never forget that night. That was the first time you ever went down on me.”
    â€œYou know, I had to read a book to find out what to do.”
    â€œWhat’s the name of that book? ’Cause there’s a lot of men that need to read it. You were the absolute bomb.” Now I was blushing.
    â€œIt’s called The Joy of Sex .”
    â€œOh, it was a joy, all right.” She reached behind and moved my hands lower. I stopped them at her waist, opening my eyes to see who might be looking. I wanted to feel Tiffany’s ass, to massage it with my hands, but I was