Michael's Prom Night

Kelly and I are home for a few days and were staying at Kellys' mom’s house as usual. All week long all her brother Michael can ramble
on and on about is the senior prom coming up this Friday night. He and
Two of his buddies decided to pool their money and talked Kelly into renting them a Cadillac for prom.
When any two of them are together all then talk about is how they are
finally going to laid on Friday. They been waiting the entire school year for prom weekend because the popular myth is that even girls who don’t “do it”, will make an exception on prom night. Now this little gem of high school legend has been around since way before even Kelly and I graduated. As anyone with half a brain knows if a girl is going to do it she doesn’t need prom night to get her cherry popped.
The guys plans involve getting a hold of some alcohol and few joints and somehow magically they will be able to break down any inhibitions their dates might be harboring. By their convoluted way of thinking they forked out a lot of money for tuxedos, corsages, dinner and of course the Cadillac so naturally once they’ve applied the alcohol and pot their dates should be more than willing to put out.

The more I hear them talk about the impending prom night bacchanalia the more concerned I become that they won’t last until Friday night and will wear themselves out jerking off every time they get to thinking about what they are anticipating.
When Wednesday rolls around Michael comes home from school and proceeds to toss his book satchel across the room. Kelly asks him what wrong to which he replies “I’m fucked. That’s all.”
“What the hell is wrong this time?” Kelly asked him.
“Well only that Carrie has mono and can’t go to the prom! That’s all!!” he answered.
“Wow that’s fucked up isn’t it?” she said. “Too late to find another date eh?”
“Ya think?” he said sarcastically.