This is my first attempt at writing a story, please let me know what you think so I know if I should continue to submit stories, or the rest of the parts to this one. Thank you.
I was so excited. Looking acros to the driver of the 1969 Camaro, I couldn’t believe this was my date to the senior prom. I had met Mark the summer before at the beach. He must have just liked how I looked because he had come right up to me. I was flatter, as any woman would be, but guessing he would be shallow, I wasn’t very interested. But after laughing at his overused pick-up lines, and having him showing off in the ocean, I thought he was both nice, and funny, and smart too ( he was going to be a sophmore in med school), we went out to dinner that night and hit it off. I gave him my number and we had been dating ever since.
I broke out of my musings to give my tall, handsome, wonderful date a big smile – he reached over and squeezed my hand and my heart leapt. This was going to be a magical night.
We arrived at the hall my school had rented and I was getting even more excited. When Mark came around and opened my door I practically jumped out. Mark smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Don’t worry, Tracey,” he laughed, “we have all night, so relax and have fun.” Mark gave the valet his car keys and $10 and we went inside. I felt like a princess. I’m not at all vain, but I knew we were a georgeous couple. With all 6’5″ of muscular, football playing Mark, he had deep, vivid green eyes, dark hair with an unruly peice that insisted on falling over his forhead, and that smile that melted my heart every time I saw it. He was so handsome in his rented black tux.
I gave thanks that he was tall, seeing as how I am 5’10”, not including the 3″ heels I had on. I felt like a million dollars in my long ice-blue dress. It was fitted from the bodice down to my hips, then became looser so that the mid-thigh slit played peek-a-boo with my long legs,