Prom Date (Futa on Male)

Story by Fruitanari

Hi all, this is my first futa story, and the first thing of length I've written in a while, so go easy on me. It honestly came out significantly longer than I'd expected, but I hope you'll bear with it. I wrote it because, well, it's the sort of thing I like to write. Something moderately plausible but still somewhat fantastic. I have no idea if I'll feel like continuing with this, as it was more practice than anything, but any feedback is appreciated.

Prom Date by Fruitanari Banana

Two minutes before Spanish, Amber asked me if I wanted to go to the prom. “With you?” was not the most eloquent of replies, but I feel it sufficiently conveyed my state of mind at the moment.

“Well, yeah,” she said, with less of the confidence she’d had only moments earlier.

“I mean, I want to,” I assured her, “But I mean, why, you know, me?”

“Did you want a list of reasons?” she asked with an edge of defensiveness.

“No, it’s just… sudden.”

That was an understatement. I’d spoken with Amber in minutes before Spanish class for most of the year, but it had mostly just be exchanging pleasantries. Occasionally, we’d want to copy my homework, but eventually she realized that I never did it in the first place. She’d still talk to me, though, and that was nice and all. The invitation to the prom was, however, was wholly unexpected.

I’m not unattractive, I think, but I’d never exactly had girls coming up and throwing themselves at me. Amber, on the other hand, could have gotten a date from just about any guy in the school. She was tall, only an inch shorter than I was, with blond hair that recalled her name and fell past her shoulders in waves, when it wasn’t tied back into a ponytail. Which it was, since it was a pretty hot day. She had a broad mouth which a lopsided grin and a dusting of freckles on her cheeks. I seem to be waxing poetic, but, given the nature of this story, I think the appropriate mental picture is helpful. She wasn’t petite, by any means. Rather, she had an athletic build and had played soccer on the varsity team in the past, though she had dropped it for senior year. Her breasts were… ample and impressively firm, probably C-cups, but I honestly am not the sort of guy who can judge that sort of thing on sight. I’d gotten more than a few peeks down her top on warmer days. But what really did it for me were her legs. They were thick, but toned, and tanned. Not muscled, per se, just toned. I could remember her in those little jean shorts in years past. I hadn’t really had a crush on her or anything, but when she walked by, my head turned unwittingly, watching her ass bounce past.

She hadn’t worn those in a while, I realized. She wore skirts a lot more these days and had quit soccer. I had even noticed that she wasn’t hanging out with her friends as often. Maybe she’d gotten into a fight or something had happened to cause bad blood. A little guiltily, I could not help but feel that it was my gain.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Awesome.”

And that was that.

Getting tickets, a tux, and all the various accouterments kept me preoccupied during the next few weeks. I tried to chat with Amber more often, as well, seeing as I was going to be her prom date, but honestly, it wasn’t more than a few minutes a day. Part of me knew that she’d just wanted someone to go with, probably someone she considered safe and outside of her old social circle. Another part, a much bigger part, didn’t care. Half the school figured I was gay and, well, part of me figured I was, too. I wouldn’t be the only one, if I was, but I wasn’t flamboyant like that guy in drama or charming like that other guy, what’s-his-name. I was just the dude that people saw and thought to themselves, “Oh, I bet he’s gay.” I was interested in girls, though. And a little curious about boys, I guess, but I’ll leave some of those stories for another day.

One thing I didn’t have to worry about was transportation. Amber’s family was loaded. Honestly, I can’t even tell you her last name, since you’d know who she is in a second. She assured me she’d made preparations for a limo and “stuff”. I’d asked if she planned on going with any other couples. She told me hadn’t. I wasn’t trying to sabotage my chances, I just wanted to know what she was planning and, more to the point, why.

I am not going to bother going into detail on what happened at prom. It was fun, we danced, we chatted, but, to be honest, it wasn’t exactly magical. I will say that Amber looked radiant. She had a baby blue dress that showed off her curves which, admittedly, were phenomenal. I was tempted to get a powder blue tux, but settled for something more stylish. Alas, all good things must come to an end and, to be honest, I was feeling a little disappointed. We’d danced a bit, but only one slow dance near the end and while fun, she seemed… distant and almost hesitant. Not quite the fun, confident girl that had asked me to prom out of the blue.

On the lim

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