Prom Date (Futa on Male)

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 coul