Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2003 07:17:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy <usam1a2mbt@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey and Joshua Prelude 5b

Joey and Joshua: The Prelude.
Chapter 5B: Sealing.
By Randy P. Copyright 2003

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Disclaimer: These stories are a work of fiction and
contain descriptions of homosexual sex. Any
resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.
If this type of material offends you, or if you are
forbidden by law to read it, please exit the story
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Note on the Prelude: This prelude is written to
provide for the setup of the main story involving Joey
and Joshua and contains time gaps that may or may not
be expanded in the future.

Dedication: This series is dedicated to my first true
love, Scott. I'll never forget the fun and love we
shared, Scott. I miss you terribly. I've decided to
call one of the characters Scott in this story as a
tribute to what we had, love.

Special thank you's go to: Erotic Dreams for her
editing, Todd, Maurice and Rowan for their assistance
with this chapter. :) Thanks, folk.

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3 weeks later.

"Todd, we have to get a picture of these two handsome
men," my mom excitingly exclaimed. "They look so
wonderful in these tuxedos!"

My dad came into our living room trailed by Scott's
parents, and I noticed both of our dads toting
cameras. Scott and I gave each other resigned glances
and when told to do so, we smiled our best for the
pictures. Inwardly, I was so excited! Our big night
had finally arrived, something I had been patiently
waiting for. I couldn't believe that the wait was over
and the final remaining minutes were sheer torture
until I could get us alone and do what I had wanted
for a long time now.

I had some planned surprises for my heart of hearts on
this special night; I'd been saving up for this event
for over a year. I'd arranged to borrow my dad's car
for the night to use in a trip to the fanciest (and
most expensive) restaurant in town, the Bistro, run a
master chef named Reynaldo who had set himself up in
business. He was extremely adept at romantic settings,
which is exactly what this would be. I'd arranged for
a table in one of the secluded alcoves in the main
dining room. That alone ate up most of the money I had
left after buying the special surprise I had gotten
for Scott. I had wanted one of the private rooms the
Bistro had - but that was way beyond my means. After
dinner, I'd present Scott the gift and seal us
together for eternity. I couldn't wait!

Afterwards, we'd go to the prom, get our pictures
taken, out ourselves by kissing and dancing in front
of the crowd. Then we would come home and truly show
how much I loved him by our first foray into anal sex.


But as usual, Murphy's Law intervened. Damn!

After the pictures were taken, Brad came up to us and
threw a money wrench into everything. His words
shocked us, "Guys, the limo will be here in 15 minutes
to take you to the Bistro. We have a table and a meal
reserved for you in one of the private dining rooms,
all paid for. Afterwards, the limo will take you to
the prom and pick you up when you're ready to come
home."

Our jaws dropped as my dad spoke up, "Helen and I are
spending the night at the Bumars so you two will have
the house to yourselves tonight, along with some
special surprises we've arranged."

Noticing my face beginning to redden up with signs of
anger, Scott said, "Josh, I think we need to talk
alone for a minute. Come on; let's go to our bedroom.
Excuse us for a few moments please everyone. Thanks!"
I glared at the adults and walked fast into our
bedroom with Scott following, leaving behind a group
of very confused and anxious adults.  Muttering under
my breath, `damn it all to hell' I inwardly raged,
`why do they have to interfere with this?' I went into
our bedroom and sat down seething.

Scott came in and closed the door behind him. "Josh,
what's wrong?" He asked, a look of confusion on his
face.

"I had carefully planned everything for tonight and
they go and screw everything up. I hate having my
plans changed without them so much as talking to me,"
I ground out. "It really ticks me off."

Scott came over and gave me a hug, holding me close,
"Calm down, babe. I'm sure something can be worked
out. Let's not ruin prom night over something as
trivial as this, especially with all we have planned
afterwards."

I glared back for a moment, and after he met my glare
with a steely gaze, I relented, "Yeah, you're right. I
shouldn't have started to lose my temper out there.
Sorry, buddy."

He kissed me on the nose, "Nothing to forgive. I love
you and you know that. I'll send our dads in and you
can talk to them, okay?"

"Okay."

He gave me an intense kiss and left, wagging his ass
as me. I loved him with all my heart. Remembering what
I was going to do tonight, I started to get nervous
again; my hands started to get wet, my heart pounded
in my chest and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Geeze,
why did this have to be so difficult? We loved each
other so much -- and yet, this was going to be a major
step for the both of us. And I think I'd have to tell
Brad and Dad a little bit about what I was going to
do, something I was not looking forward to.

A moment later, a knock on the door caused me to look
up as my dad and Brad came in, looking a bit
perturbed.

My dad opened up with, "Josh, why were you so upset
about what we had proposed?"

Sighing, I replied, "I had plans already made. We were
going to have dinner at the Bistro, do a few things
and go to the prom. The only things were the
arrangements. Sorry I got upset about all of this; I
wanted to do this on my own."

Brad said, "Josh, we only wanted to make tonight
special for your "coming out as a couple" night that
you told us you were planning to do. We worked from
the assumption that you'd plan something similar to
this and would simply adapt things to go along. We
were so caught up in trying to make everything special
for you two that we simply forgot and assumed things
instead of talking to you. Forgive us; we should have
talked to you first."

I grudgingly answered, "Yeah... I forgive you guys. I
know you only had our best interests in mind. What you
had planned wasn't too different -- only a few things,
but that's ok."

My dad picked up on my tone, and as usual, read me
like he always does. "Josh, there's something you
aren't telling us. I know you two will want to be
alone after the prom -- after all, my prom night was
the night I first made love to your mom and asked her
to marry me besides. Brad did the same with Janice.
There's something you aren't telling me. `Fess up,
son."

I sat there stunned for a moment, struck by the
similarities to what I was going to do tonight.
Recovering, I thought... Oh, blast. I never could fool
him. Maybe that's why we are so close. I showed them
the gift I'd gotten Scott, told them my plans and was
rewarded with both of them sitting down speechless.

After a few moments, Brad with tears in his eyes, "Is
Scott aware of this at all?"

"No, he isn't. I don't intend to tell him before I ask
him either. This is the next step in our relationship
-- unless you think he's not ready for this."

Brad sat there with tears running down his face as my
dad wrapped his arms around him and hugged him close.
Seeing them together like that, the love they still
had for each other, only made me more determined to do
exactly what I had planned. Yeah, I was scared, this
was a major step for Scott and me... but I knew he was
the one I wanted in my life forever.

Brad and my dad exchanged a look I couldn't fathom,
and Dad said, "Josh, what you are proposing to do...
shakes us to the innermost depths of our souls, I
think. It's certainly not something we had imagined
would happen -- but these are more open times than what
we had." Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he
continued, "This is extremely serious stuff, but I can
see that you are serious about this. I won't deny you
two have the same love for each other that Brad and I
have for each other and your moms. I think that the
two of you are a little bit too young for this, but I
will not stand in the way of what you propose, based
on the love and maturity you two have displayed the
last two years. I've seen marriages that are far less...
stable than the relationship you have, along with the
support, love and care you two have shown each other."

He looked at Brad and said, "What about you? Are you
going to stand in the way of this... or will you support
them? Josh needs to know."

Brad bit his lip, closed his eyes tight for a moment,
causing me hold my breath in suspense. `Please, don't
let him oppose this,' I prayed. Opening his eyes and
looking at my dad for support, he looked at me and
said, "As hard as it is for me, I won't oppose this.
Your dad is right; you two have shown far more
maturity than I expected. Yeah, you two are a little
young... but maturity counts more in this situation."

He looked at my dad and asked, "Think Helen and Janice
will go along on this?"

My dad got a worried look in his eyes, "I don't know.
But one thing for sure; I'm going to ask them right
now."

With a determined look on his face, he strode out of
the room, leaving Brad sitting open-mouthed.

"Well, that's not something we see often," Brad
commented after recovering his composure. "I think
I'll get Scott back in here while we discuss some
things, heh."

Rising from the bed and giving me a tight hug, "I love
you, Josh... my son-in-law."

He left the room with a thoughtful expression on his
face as I blinked in surprise. Well, that went off
better than I had expected it to. Knowing my mom,
she'd argue a bit, playing devil's advocate like she
always did... and hopefully, she'd accept this. I looked
up at Scott as he came in -- oh, he looked so HOT in
that tuxedo. I wanted to jump him, but knew this
wasn't the best of times for that.

Scott gave me an expression of amazement and asked me,
"What did you do? You got them all in a tizzy about
something in the kitchen. Your dad came into the
living room like his rump was on fire. What did you
say to him that had him going? That's not something I
see often."

I evaded, "A few things I said to him and your dad. We
seem to have worked our plans out, I think."

He gave me a look that said `Ok, I'll go along with
that for now; but you'll explain later, buster.'

He sat down next to me and tenderly touched my face,
looking into my eyes and said, "Josh, I love you
completely. I can't imagine being with anyone but
you."

I hugged him tight while my eyes started to fill up
with tears and we relaxed in each other's arms. A few
moments later, a knock on the door prompted us to
chorus, "Come in!"

In came all 4 of our parents, standing in various
places, with the guys leaning against the wall. I
looked at Brad and Dad; they gave me slight nods and
smiles, prompting me to relax with a small sigh of
relief. I looked at Janice and Mom and was surprised
at their pensive looks. Apparently that talk in the
kitchen had gone over all right enough for them to
accept this. I resolved to talk to my dad later and
get the details.

Janice said, "You two sound so good together when you
do that. Well, I guess I've been elected the group
spokeswoman, I guess. This is what we propose, if
you'll take it. The limo will chauffeur you two
around. You'll have the private room. We will cover
the difference between what you arranged and the cost
of the room. We'll still leave you two alone tonight.
Is that ok with you, Josh?"

I grinned the biggest smile I'd ever had and nodded,
feeling Scott's hand close over mine. I looked over to
his face and saw him smiling at me. He quickly
embraced me and let go. I said, "Everyone, thank you
for helping make this night one we will never forget.
I'm sorry I got so upset. Forgive me?"

With smiles and exclamations of "Sure!" and hugs all
around, we patched up our differences. Take THAT,
Murphy! We moved back to the living room, and after a
few minute of small talk, my dad crooked a finger at
me and I followed him into his den.

"They were certainly caught off guard, I'll tell you
that much now. They argued the age factor at first,
but after some discussion of the maturity level you
two have displayed, they reluctantly agreed to the
whole thing. They do want you two to have a
"commitment ceremony" later on when you are a bit
older, if you don't mind," Dad quickly explained.

I breathed out another sigh of relief and was
surprised at the hug Dad gave me.

"That is a real brave thing you're doing, Josh. I'm
proud of you, and so is Brad. Yeah, it changes a lot
of things around here for us... but we're certain you
two are a match for each other. Who would have thought
this would have happened 2 years ago when the two of
you first got together? Anyhow, I'm rambling. I love
you, Josh. All of us do. We'll be there for you both,
ok?"

"Thanks for everything, and I mean that totally. I
can't think of another dad that could be better than
you've been." I gave him a rib-cracking hug and felt
him kiss the top of my head, hugging me back. I felt
so safe and secure in his arms. I honestly felt at
that moment there was never a better dad that ever
lived.

"Dad... there's something else I wanted to tell you, but
I wasn't sure how to bring it up. Do you remember
Scott and I asked to have a complete physical along
with HIV tests a month ago and how I said I'd explain
later?"

"Yeah, I've been waiting. I trusted your judgment
then, and I knew you would tell me when you were
ready."

"We wanted to make sure without a doubt that we were
both clean because of the sex I'd had with Derek
before I started with Scott. The reason for that is
that is..."

Dad gave me a look of comprehension, "You two are
going to have anal tonight, aren't you?"

I didn't trust myself to say anything so I looked at
his face and nodded yes. Recovering my composure I
said, "We decided a bit ago to wait until prom night
to do this. We've already decided how we want to do
this. I contacted Derek and talked to him about his
sexual history, HIV tests, etc. He'd only had oral a
few times before we did that; his HIV tests have all
been negative. You do know he's with someone now,
don't you?"

"Yeah, I heard that from Derek's dad. Son, I'm glad
you and Scott thought this through and got the tests
done. That only reinforces my decision to back you two
up. I can't believe the level of maturity you two are
showing about this whole thing. I assume because of
the tests and the talk you had with Derek that you two
are planning to go bareback?"

I took a deep breath, "Yeah. We both discussed the
entire thing for over a month, how we wanted to do
this -- and you know I plan to marry Scott tonight. I
cannot imagine being with anyone else, so we decided
to not use a condom given all the facts. Are we wrong
in deciding this?"

I watched as Dad thought that one over and said, "No,
I don't think you two are. All the facts you've
outlined, the tests and your decision to take him as
your life-partner shows me that you two have thought
this through. Josh, I'd have done the same thing with
the same facts. Sometimes I wish... never mind that. I
guess we'd best get back to the group before they
start wondering what's keeping us."

Something odd about his tone on those last two
sentences made me frown inwardly. I resolved to think
about this and discuss it with Scott later, but for
now, I had more important things to think about... like
what we were going to do at the restaurant, the prom
and afterwards. I smiled at that thought as Dad and I
left his den. He must have caught my expression; he
was chuckling, making me blush.

We both went back to the living room and caught up on
the small talk. After a few moments, they gave us all
hugs and they left the house, leaving us alone. We
turned to each other, standing there for who knows how
long, quietly talking and staring into each other's
eyes and holding hands until a car horn sounded.

"That'll be the limo. Let's go," I said and we went
outside. A clean perfect-looking white limo was
waiting, with the door being held open by a handsome
athletic-build guy with blonde hair who smiled. We got
in, barely noticing him, marveling at the fancy
interior. The door closed, and the driver got into his
compartment. The phone rang a moment later and I
answered it.

"Yes?"

I listened for a moment and said, "Yep, that's right.
Thanks. Bye."

I hung up and explained, "That was the driver,
confirming our plans for the night. I'm so excited
about this!"

"Me too, Josh."

I reached over to his dress pants and gave his crotch
a gentle squeeze, feeling him beginning to respond. He
gave me his incredible `happy-go-lucky' smile, leaned
over, kissed me gently and began feeling me up. I gave
off a happy sigh then watched incredulously as he
unzipped my pants, bent down and took my extremely
erect cock into his mouth and began giving me one of
his expert blowjobs. I leaned my head back, moaning
and enjoyed the waves of pleasure beginning to emanate
from my sensitive, pulsing cock. Sensing my nearness
to orgasm, he abruptly stopped and withdrew with a
final lick, zipping me up afterwards.

I pouted and he said, "Let's save it for tonight. That
was a little `fore' taste."

I laughed at the pun and we felt the limo slow to a
stop and looked outside. It was indeed the entrance to
the Bistro.

The door opened and we exited, checking out the guy
who shook his head and winked at us with a smile,
giving us a card, "Enjoy your supper, lover boys. Try
not to be so loud back there next time, ha. Call me
when you are ready, here is my pager number."

We stood in shock at that, and Scott got up the
bravery to ask, "Are you gay, too?"

The man extended his hand, "I'm Alex, and yes, I'm
gay."

We shook hands and then I cocked my head at him and
said, "You look familiar. Have we met before?"

Scott came to the realization as to who this was and
said, "Wait a minute. I know you. You're the police
liaison to the school, aren't you?"

Alex responded with a brilliant smile, "Yes, I am. I
work part time as a limo driver as you can see and my
services were specially requested tonight at the
school, so it was thought this would be a nice
match-up of duties and work tonight."

Scott and I looked at each other with surprised
expressions and Scott said, "If we had known you were
gay, we would have trusted you with what really
happened in that cafeteria fight last week. We
honestly didn't know how you felt or if we could even
trust you!"

Alex sighed, "I know, and I regret not telling you,
but I was in a difficult position as a police officer.
I couldn't really say anything personal or take sides
even through I wanted to bust the idiot for what he
did to Josh, but without the full story, there's
nothing I could have done. That's another reason I'll
be there tonight, to prevent anything from happening.
Don't worry, I know whom to watch. You two relax and
enjoy tonight, okay?"

We chorused, "Okay!"

We watched this awesome guy get into the limo and
drive around the side of the building, exchanged looks
and said at the same time, "HOT!" We laughed and went
into the restaurant -- and to our surprise, Reynaldo,
the chef-proprietor, greeted us personally. The
half-filled place looked so gorgeous with its soft
lighting, maroon-colored carpet, creamy-colored walls
topped with a tasteful gold-trimmed flower border,
adorned with replicas of masterpiece paintings in
gold-hued frames, round tables covered with spotless
bright white tablecloths and candles on each table,
plush upholstered chairs arranged around them.

Reynaldo led us past the tables into one of the 3
small private dining rooms, decorated exactly like
main room, but with the exception of a single table
and 2 chairs, several small end tables up against the
wall with a telephone, CD player and various bottles
on several of them. With a flourish he seated us,
causing us to giggle a bit. He announced, "I will
bring your drinks shortly and have prepared an
excellent meal for you personally, along with dessert.
Your parents have provided music for the evening --
which I will start when I serve your appetizer."

With that he departed while we took in the paintings
and atmosphere of our cozy little place. Reynaldo came
back in shortly carrying a bottle of some kind of
fluid. He set that down and retrieved a flagon of cold
water and filled our water glasses, then displayed the
bottle of sparkling white grape juice for our
inspection, expertly uncorked it and gently filled our
wine glasses part way. He left while we sampled the
juice, smiling with delight at its fruity taste. He
came back shortly with two small plates, which he
served deftly.

As we looked in fascination at the bubble-like very
small mounds of what appeared to be some kind of
spread, accompanied by poppy seed crackers, Reynaldo
caught our expressions and explained with a gentle
expression, "That is called Caviar. It is fish roe,
also called eggs, quite a delicacy in Europe. There
are 5 kinds as you can see from the various colors:
Beluga, Osetra, Sevruga, Salmon, and Citron Golden
Whitefish," He gestured to each in turn as he named
them. "You spread them on crackers and ingest them.
Since you two appear to never have tasted this before,
I'd recommend you go lightly and experience the
wonderful tastes of all of them. I'll be back in a few
minutes with the first course of your meal."

He started to leave, pausing to turn on the CD player
and closing the door behind him as he left. The soft
refrains that issued from the player were nothing less
than our own compilation of songs!

"How did they get that?" I wondered.

"Probably one of the copies I burned and left in the
CD case. One of the `rents must have lifted it," he
replied.

We gingerly spread the caviar on the crackers, trying
the golden yellow of the Beluga and looked at each
other in surprise at the nut-like taste. We sampled
the other flavors in turn, looking at each other's
expression.

Scott commented, "Now that was an eye-opener. This
stuff tastes okay, but I don't think I'd like it on a
daily basis."

"Me, either, stud," I said as I wrinkled my nose.

I reached across the table and took his hand in mine
and looked into his eyes and started to speak as
Reynaldo came back in carrying a tray, which he set
down on one of the side tables. I clammed up in a
hurry as he cleared away the plates.

"How did you two like the caviar?" Reynaldo asked.

With a raised eyebrow I said, "It was definitely an
eye-opening experience. Interesting taste... but I don't
think either of us would like it on a daily basis."

Reynaldo gave me a grin and whispered to us, "Me
either. I loathe the stuff."

We laughed as he moved the plates to the side table,
exchanging them for another set, serving us as if we
were royalty.

"This is one of my specialties, fried calamari served
with garlic, lemon grass, tomato and fresh basil. It's
quite tasty. Alex loves it."

At our startled looks he innocently said, "What? All I
said was that Alex likes it." He turned around, picked
up the tray and quietly left the room.

We exchanged glances with Scott quietly saying, "Alex?
I wonder if it's the same Alex..."

"I get the feeling it might be. Didn't he drive around
the side of the restaurant?"

We traded smirks as we started to sample the calamari.
>From his expression, which mirrored mine, it wasn't
beef. It was okay, I guess. Actually, it did taste
good. Reynaldo was a good cook.

"Whatcha think, babe?" I asked.

"Uh... it's ok. Tastes odd, but good as well. Reynaldo
certainly knows how to make things taste good," he
answered.

I reached across the table, took his hand once again,
and didn't even get a chance to open my mouth before
Reynaldo came back into the room carrying yet another
tray. Damnit, when I was I going to get a chance to
ask Scott? To say I was getting frustrated would be an
understatement.

"Did you two enjoy my calamari?" He asked us in a
soft, expressive voice.

We both nodded our agreement with Scott chiming in,
"I've had it once before at home and yours is way
better, different somehow. It must be the spices you
cook with."

Reynaldo grinned, "It is indeed. I'm glad you two
enjoyed it. Here's the next course, a small salad.
It's a house salad of baby lettuces, hearts of palm,
English cucumber and shaved red onion with a creamy
fresh herb dressing and served with garlic toast. I
think you two will enjoy that."

With that, he removed our calamari and replaced them
with the salads, refilling our wine glasses. He smiled
at both of us, bowed slightly, picked up the tray and
left. Damned if I was going to give Scott time to eat
that thing. Some things can wait!

"Scott, can we wait on the salad?" I asked as I saw
him start to impale some lettuce on his fork.

He put the fork down and looked at me, "Sure. What's
up?"

I leaned a bit across the table, took his hands into
mine, not giving him time to respond. I looked into
those beautiful liquid brown eyes, "Scott Joseph
Bumars, I love with all my heart. I want to ask you
something."

His expression grew serious as he asked, "What?"

I nervously swallowed, retrieving a small box from my
pocket as I tried to get the courage to ask timidly,
"Scott, I know we can't get married according to the
law, but I would like to ask you to be my life-partner
and husband."

I gave him the box and he opened it. Inside were 2
golden bands with twin inset stones, one emerald, the
other ruby: our birthstones. He looked like someone
had punched in the gut with a sledgehammer. With an
expression of pure shock, which changed to love, he
uttered the one word I'd been hoping for: "Yes."

I got up, moved quickly to his side and took the box
from him showing him the inscription on the inside:
Scott and Josh, June 3rd, 1999.

As I slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his left
hand I looked into his eyes and said, "I love you more
than life itself, Scott. I take you to be my
life-partner, and I promise to be faithful to you, to
love and cherish until death do us part. This I vow
between us and before God, who is surely watching."

He sat there stunned for a moment and stood up facing
me. As he slipped the ring on my left ring finger, he
took a deep breath and stared into my eyes, "Josh, you
mean more than anything else in this universe to me. I
can't imagine not being with you. I take you to be my
life-partner, and I promise to be faithful; and to
forever love and cherish you until death do us part.
This I vow between us and before God. I love you!"

We shared a deep passionate kiss, holding each other
tenderly. When we parted, we were crying with joy and
could barely eat, so enraptured were we in each
other's faces.

After a few minutes, Reynaldo came back to find our
salads untouched and Scott in my lap, tenderly
kissing. When he cleared his throat, Scott jumped as
if he'd been shot. Noticing our expressions of
embarrassment, he chuckled, "Pshaw, nothing I haven't
seen before. Relax!"

Beginning to clear our plates, he suddenly stopped,
noticing our new rings. He lifted up Scott's left hand
and examined the ring, "You didn't have these on when
you came in, I think."

"I asked Scott to be my life-partner tonight - and we
consider it the same as being married," I bravely
said.

Reynaldo smiled, "You two remind me of the way Michael
and I used to be until we split up a few years ago. I
hope you two have better fortune than we did."

As we digested that with expressions of surprise,
Reynaldo continued, "I miss him terribly at times. He
was one of the gentlest people I've ever met. Sorry,
I'm babbling. I know you're going to the prom, then
home -- your parents informed me of what's happening,
and I'm happy for the both of you. I wish you both a
very happy night. Would the two of you want your main
course, or would you rather go directly to the
dessert?"

After taking one look at our faces, he muttered,
"Dessert it is. Back shortly."

He left the room, coming back a few moments later with
a small tray and two plates. Depositing them in front
of us, he said, "This is one of my creations; a
chocolate-glazed bombe of peanut butter mousse with
caramel sauce, banana cream, and caramelized banana.
It's very rich, so please take care with that."

Walking to the side table, he indicated the telephone
with a wave of his hand, "You can page Alex when
you're ready -- he's upstairs in our apartment."

At our dawning expressions of comprehension, he gave
us an engaging smile and left.

"Well, that's something confirmed. No wonder Alex and
he look so happy," commented Scott. We enjoyed our
desserts, eating with relish, making small talk.

After a few minutes, Alex and Reynaldo entered holding
hands. By way of explanation Alex said, "I waylaid him
in the kitchen and we decided to see how the two
newlywed love birds were doing. Call when you're
ready, please. "

We blushed at that and they started to leave laughing.
I said, "We're done and ready to go to the prom."

They stopped, turned around and held out their free
hands. We took them and followed out to the limo. Alex
held the door open and we scrambled in and got
comfortable, enjoying the ride, holding each other
loosely, alternating kissing and looking into each
other's eyes, not saying a word. We couldn't get
enough of each other's faces; we were completely bound
together, completely in love with each other and
completely engrossed in each other.