Jane was super excited about her high school prom. Mid Terms had been exhausting, and the weekend before the prom had finally come. Jane rushed off to the mall hoping to find the perfect dress for her.

Jane had only turned 18 at the beginning of the year. She was a beautiful black haired, brown eyed girl of Irish and Jewish decent. She was in tip top shape, an active athlete, of moderate height at 5’5.At the mall, Jane enthusiastically entered her favourite store and drooled over all the dresses. They were all so glamorous, but she found the right one for her: a strapless form-fitting red evening gown. It was perfect. As she continued on her quest, she bought a pair of silver sparkling high heels and matching earrings.

With her outfit completed, Jane was on her way out until she caught a glimpse of the small store just on the outskirts of the mall. Inside the display case was a pair of beautiful long black leather gloves. The gloves had the three-stitching marks on them. Sitting right next to them was another identical pair of gloves, only they were white.

“Hrm,” Jane thought, “The Prom only comes once in a lifetime, so I better make the best of it.

”Jane walked into the empty store. The clerk was reading a magazine when Jane asked for the gloves. The clerk was taken aback, but reached in the display case for the leather gloves. “You’re lucky,” the clerk said, “These are the last pairs we have.

”Jane picked up the black leather gloves and tried one on. The feeling of slipping the glove over her wrist was quite sensual. Then Jane tried the second glove. She smoothed the leather over her skin. It was a perfect fit. She stared at the leather gloves enveloping her arms. They felt so soft and sexy. Jane knew they would be perfect for the prom.

“I’m gonna take them.” Jane said

“You’re lucky again,” the clerk said, “We have a special today, buy one pair of gloves and get another pair for half-price.

”Excited about the other pair of gloves, Jane bought the white leather gloves. She wore the black gloves out to the street. As she stepped outside into the sun, she looked at her gloved hands. The gloves gave her a sense of style and sophistication. Her admiration of the gloves was soon interrupted:

“Jane!” Jane turned around to see her friend Rachel walking toward her. Rachel was slightly older than Jane. She was brunette with blue eyes of Irish-Italian decent with a great figure. She had also been shopping. “I thought it was you,” Rachel gave Jane a hug and the two of them walked to the parking garage. “I like your gloves.”

“Thanks” Jane said, “I found them just as I was leaving, they’re gonna be perfect for Prom.”

“You’re so lucky you have a date for Prom. Everybody’s got a date but me.” Rachel hung her head.

“Oh that reminds me,” Jane said as she reached into her purse, “I got a missed call while I was trying on the dresses.” Jane felt for her cell-phone with her gloves on. She found it relatively easy. “Wow, I really like these gloves. Usually I can’t do anything with gloves on. These certainly aren’t the kind of gloves you wear strictly when it’s cold out.

”Jane looked at the missed number. “Oh it was Dave.” Dave was Jane’s date for the Prom. Jane listened to the missed call with a smile. However, her smile soon faded away into a look of shock. “Oh no!

”“What is it?” Rachel shouted out.

“Dave says he can’t make it to the Prom.”

“Oh I’m sorry baby.”

“What am I gonna do? I already ordered a limo and a hotel. I can’t just wander into Prom all by myself.”

“Well I don’t know what to tell you Jane, I don’t have a date either.

”Suddenly Jane came up with an idea: “Hey Rachel, why don’t we go to Prom together?”

Rachel looked confused, “Together? You mean like as a couple?”

“No no no…” Jane assured her, “I mean just as friends. You’ll be my guest. We can have fun just the two of us girl to girl.”

Rachel began to smile, “Actually that does sound like fun.” She then looked concerned again, “Well now I gotta get ready for the Prom. I think I need to get a pair of gloves like those.”

Jane had another idea. She reached into her bag and pulled out the white gloves she had bought. She handed them to Rachel. “Here Rachel. I bought these, maybe you can wear them.

”Rachel took the gloves and looked at them in awe, “Oh thanks Jane. Wow, these are beautiful.” Rachel began to put the gloves on. Jane watched as the gloves smoothed over Rachel’s soft skin. Jane started feeling a little excited. She could have sworn she was getting slightly wet. Rachel herself was feeling excited too as she stood wearing the opera-length white leather gloves. “Well anyway, I should get going.”

“Okay then I guess I’ll pick you up at 7?” Jane asked.“7 it is.” Rachel replied. “Thanks again Jane.” Rachel hugged Jane long and hard. The two of them then held each other’s gloved hands and looked into each other’s eyes. It was a slightly awkward moment, until Jane broke it up, “Okay I’ll see you then.”

“Okay bye,” Rachel replied. She and Jane let go of each other’s gloved hands and got in their own cars.

The week dragged on and on, but Friday had finally come and the last bell sent Jane running home for a shower and off to the beauty salon to get her hair done. Jane didn’t even bother to get her nails done. When she got home, the first thing she did was strip down preparing to put on her dress. Then she saw her gloves lying on the table. The naked Jane picked up the leather gloves. She rubbed them against her face before she slipped one on. Then came the other. Jane looked into the tall mirror that hung in her closet. She began to rub the gloves over her chest grabbing her boobs. She lightly massaged her nipple. She sighed as the leather made her skin tingle. Jane then began to feel her pussy. She gasped in pure pleasure. The feeling of the leather gloves on her clit was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She started to masturbate. Getting wet, Jane stopped. For though her gloved masturbation was sublime, she didn’t want to ruin her beautiful new gloves before Prom. Thankfully they had not been soiled that much, but she couldn’t help the fact that she was still wet.

Ignoring her desires, Jane reluctantly put some panties on and moved into the bathroom to wipe the small amount of juice she had on her gloves. Throughout the rest of the afternoon, she would occasionally rub her covered pussy aching to finish what she had started. Suddenly, Prom had become much more interesting.

Jane recollected her thoughts and got back to planning. She placed on her strapless black bra avoiding her desires to fondle her breasts. She soon put on her red dress and matching high heels and earrings. She was ready for Prom. As she admired herself in the mirror, she could not take her eye off the long leather gloves. They were by far the most dynamic part of the outfit. She rubbed her gloved hands over her face and began to feel her pussy wet again. Once again, she re-gathered her thoughts and turned on the TV.

When 6:45 rolled around, Jane’s limo rolled around the corner. She could see the black car coming up to her driveway. Grabbing her overnight bag and purse, Jane stepped outside to see the limo-driver opening the door for her.

“Good evening miss.” The friendly driver said, “You look very lovely this evening.”

“Thank you,” Jane responded.

“Will you be by yourself tonight?” The driver asked.

“No I’m picking up my friend before we go the Prom.” She handed the driver directions. He nodded his head and took Jane’s bag as she stepped into the stretch limo.

Rachel’s house was not far. Jane pulled up to her apartment and the driver opened the door. Jane stepped onto the curb and rang Rachel’s buzzer.

“Hello?” Rachel’s voice came out of the speaker.

“Rachel,” Jane said, “It’s Jane, come on out.”

“Be right down.”

Jane began to smooth her gloves. The driver was staring at her, but she didn’t even notice. A few seconds later, the door opened. Standing in the doorway was Rachel holding her small overnight bag. She was wearing a striking long blue dress, a tiara over her hair made up, short white dress shoes, and to top it all off, she was wearing the opera-length white leather gloves. Jane couldn’t take her eyes off of her. She looked stunning. The gloves just made her entire outfit look perfect.

Rachel too looked at Jane in near disbelief. Never had she felt so enticed by a girl’s outfit. Rachel walked down the steps in a very statuesque way. The sound of her shoes clicking on the ground sent a shiver down Jane’s spine.

“Hey sexy,” Rachel said. “What do you think?”

“I think you look terrific,” Jane said with enthusiasm.

“I gotta say,” Rachel said, “I was a little self-conscious about this dress, until I put the gloves on.” Rachel put her leather glove to touch her face and spoke in a very breathy manner. “They’re so soft.”

Jane started to feel sweaty, “Well let’s get going.” Jane’s black leather hand held onto Rachel’s white leather hand and led her into the limo. The driver took Rachel’s bag and put it into the trunk. They were off.
In the car, Jane and Rachel could not take their eyes off each other. They were both strikingly beautiful, but the gloves just added something indescribable. Wanting to break the awkward silence, Jane decided to speak up:

“Rachel,” she started. “Do you feel strange sitting in this limo, both of us in gloves and on a date for prom?”

Rachel looked at Jane and smiled, “So you feel it too?” She looked at her gloves, “There is something about these gloves that make me feel different; like a different person.” She looked at Jane, “And looking at you wearing those gloves… I mean Jane, you look amazing in that outfit.”

“Thank you,” said Jane.

“No,” Rachel continued, “I mean not just prom pretty and stuff, I mean you really look amazing. You look so stylish and sophisticated, and yet so sexy.” Rachel began to feel Jane’s face with her white gloves. Jane closed her eyes as she felt the soft sensuous touch of Rachel’s gloves. Caught up in the moment, Jane began to feel her pussy. Suddenly, Jane felt the touch of Rachel’s lips on hers. The two were locked in a deep kiss until Jane opened her eyes. As her eyes met up with Rachel’s the two broke apart in shock. Jane took her hand off her pussy. Both were silent. Jane could see the driver’s eyes in the mirror fixated on them.

“Rachel,” Jane said, “I think we need to take it easy. I mean… I know we’re excited about our gloves, but… we’re not lesbians.”

Rachel stuttered, “Oh no no no, I don’t want you to think that Jane.”

“I mean, we’re not on a date or anything?”

“No, we’re just going to the prom.”

Jane hesitated, “Okay. So we’re gonna go to the Prom and just have some fun… as friends?”

“Of course,” Rachel smiled.

The rest of the conversation was awkward, but both Jane and Rachel controlled their urges. Jane saw the hotel and rolled down the window. She stuck her head out, like a dog and smiled. “Rach, we’re there!” Then she sighed with relief happy to end the awkward ride. Rachel smiled.

“Okay girls,” the driver said, “We’re here.” He got out of the car and opened the backseat door. Jane stepped out followed closely by Rachel. The driver opened the trunk and held onto their bags. “I’ll help you ladies take your bags into the hotel.” He walked towards the hotel holding the bags.

Rachel and Jane looked at each other and smiled. Rachel took Jane by the hand. Both of them were clasping each other’s leather coated hands with fingers laced.

“Let’s go to the Prom,” Jane said with moderate enthusiasm.

Jane led Rachel into the hotel like she was her girlfriend. The driver left the bags with the bell boy and began to walk back: “Take care girls.” Jane let go of Rachel’s hand. She searched in her purse with her leather gloves and pulled out a tip for the driver. The driver thanked Jane and was on his way. Jane checked in at the front desk. The young girl at the desk was wearing short cotton gloves. She checked Jane and Rachel into their room and handed Jane the key. The bagboy took their bags up to their room. Jane put the key in her pocket and walked towards the grand hall. One of Jane’s favorite teachers, Ms. Jones, was chaperoning the event and checking everyone in. She sat at a desk as Jane entered the room with Rachel close behind:

“Hi Jane,” Ms. Jones said.

“Hey Ms. Jones,” Jane said with a big smile on her face.

Ms. Jones was the youngest teacher in the school, not much older than Jane or Rachel. She was blonde and in fantastic shape. She was very well dressed for the occasion. She wore a black sleeveless dress with a scarf tied over her shoulders. She was also wearing black leather gloves, elbow length. As she checked Jane in, Jones complimented her attire:

“You look lovely this evening dear, and the gloves are a wise choice.”

“Thank you Ms. Jones.”

“Oh,” Ms. Jones shook her head, “Please, it’s all about fun tonight, call me Amy.”

“Okay Amy,” Jane said smiling.

Amy looked around, “Where is your date?”

“Oh,” Jane turned to Rachel, “I’m sorry, Rachel is my date tonight.”

Amy cracked a smile, “Oh is she? Well that’s wonderful. Rachel you look lovely too. I see you both decided to wear gloves. They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Rachel curtsied and showed off her white leather gloves, “Jane gave me these gloves. I love them.” Rachel gave Jane a quick kiss on the lips. Jane looked slightly embarrassed.

Amy’s eyes opened wide. She hesitated, “Well, you two should have fun tonight. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks Ms. Jones, I mean… Amy.” Jane stuttered. Rachel took Jane by the hand and led her into the grand hall.

Another blonde girl moved close to Amy, she was wearing red leather gloves of elbow length. She put her hand on Amy’s shoulder. Amy put her leather hand on her red leather hand. “Well Mandy,” Amy said, “I think those two girls are going to have a revelation tonight.” They both smiled.

The Prom was in full force. The kids were dancing as the DJ played Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. Everybody was screaming over the chorus: “OHHHH OH! LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER!” The disco ball and house lights lit the dance floor well. Rachel shouted in excitement as she danced onto the floor with her white leather gloves in the air. Jane also walked on slightly nervous. She noticed that aside from her and Rachel, not a single girl was wearing gloves at the dance. She felt strange until Rachel took her by the hand:

“C’mon Janey!” Rachel shouted, “Let’s dance.”

Rachel immediately began to dance with a lot of energy. Jane took her time getting in the groove until Rachel took her by the hands and got her going. Jane began to loosen up. The other girls and guys around her began to encourage her:

“You having fun?” Rachel shouted.

“Yeah,” Jane said.

As Livin’ on a Prayer ended, the DJ’s voice was heard overhead:

“How you all doing out there?” The dance floor erupted in applause. Rachel shouted and threw her white gloved hands in the air. Jane was applauding.

“Excellent,” The DJ continued, “Well get ready everybody, cause we’re gonna heat it up. Turn your attention to the stage.” The stage lit up with a jazz band fronted by a female singer. “Get ready to swing with Mina Orega!”

The floor erupted again as Mina Ortega got the band going into a swinging version of Don’t Mean a Thing (If it Ain’t Got That Swing). Ortega was well dressed with a sparkling blue dress and long blue gloves. Rachel began to dance wildly as Jane struggled to keep up:

“C’mon Janey, let’s show these guys how to dance!”

Jane began to loosen up, but Rachel took over the dance as she swung all across the floor. The students around the couple started focusing on the couple. Rachel began to spin Jane across the floor. Jane herself shouted in excitement and began to dance more heavily. Before they new it, nearly the whole dance floor concentrated on them. Even Mina Ortega complimented their dancing: “Who’s that hot young couple dancing there.” Jane felt odd about the term couple, but Rachel’s intense dancing got her mind off it. The audience cheered them on. As the song came to an end, Jane and Rachel ended with a pose and the dance floor seemed to cheer for them. Jane felt excited. The excitement waddled down and took the focus off of Jane and Rachel.

“Wow Rach,” Jane said to her date, “You’re a really good dancer.”

“Thanks baby,” Rachel said, “Listen I’m gotta go use the restroom, I’ll be right back. Don’t dance with anyone else.” Rachel walked off. Jane began to stare at Rachel’s tight figure from the back as she walked away. Rachel turned around, smiled and waved with her white leather glove and continued on her way.

Jane moved towards the bar for a soda. She picked up the soda in her black leather hand and sighed.

“You two were really happening on that dance floor.” Amy sat next to her.“You saw that?” Jane asked.

“Of course, everyone saw it. You two are quite the couple.”

Jane felt awkward, “Well… we’re not really a couple…”“That sure looked like a couple to me,” Amy replied. “What are you two planning on doing after the dance is over?”

“Well we’re staying here overnight?”

“In the same room?”

“Yeah.”

Amy laughed, “Oh sweet innocent little Jane. Like it or not, you’re on a date with that girl Rachel.”

“No,” Jane said slightly annoyed, “We’re not on a date and we’re not together. I’m not a lesbian!”

Amy laughed again. “What’s so funny?”

“Jane my dear,” Amy said, “I’m gonna tell you a secret I don’t tell a lot of my students… I’m a lesbian.”

Jane nearly did a spit take.

“That’s right,” Amy said, “Me and my girlfriend Amanda have been with each other ever since our own Prom night. And I didn’t even know I was a lesbian. Think about it. Do you feel attracted to Rachel?”

Jane hesitated, “Come to think of it, it has been a crazy night. When I first saw her in those gloves… I just couldn’t control myself. I had thoughts about her being like my girlfriend or something, but I tried to shake them off.”

“It’s okay Jane,” Amy said. “It happens to all of us… well, us lesbians that is.” She began to smooth her gloves. “Nobody can resist these leather gloves. The minute someone sees a beautiful girl like you wearing a pair of long leather gloves, they instantly have a glove fetish. Take my advice, embrace it. If it feels right to be with Rachel, then go for it. I embraced Amanda a long time ago, and I’ve never looked back.”

Jane felt a leather glove touch her shoulder. It was Rachel, “I’m back. We gonna go dance some more?”

Jane smiled, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Jane took Rachel by the hand and led her back to the dance floor.

Amanda appeared beside Amy: “Does that bring back memories?”

“It sure does.” Amy and Amanda kissed each other.

As the night progressed on, Jane and Rachel were getting tired. The prom king and queen were named. “And now,” Mina Ortega announced into the mic, “We want everyone to grab hold of your honeys and join us as we play the Etta James classic.” The band immediately went into At Last as the spotlight focused on the Prom King and Prom Queen. Most of the students focused on them, but not Jane and Rachel. Instead they danced in each other’s arms and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Thanks for taking me Janey,” Rachel said. “I’m so glad I came.”

“You’re welcome,” Jane replied. “Rach?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you feeling funny right now?”

“How do you mean?”

Jane found it difficult to find the right words to say, “Rach,” she said slowly as Ortega belted out the song, “We’ve been friends for a while. We’ve always been tight. But tonight is the first night where I consider you more than a friend.”

Rachel began to look at Jane differently.

“The minute I saw you in those gloves,” Jane continued, “It’s like you’re a different person. You’re somebody I want to be with. Be romantic with… be physical with… I’m sorry I’ve said too much.”

“No,” Rachel reassured her, “I feel the same way. I’ve never really been a lesbian, and I don’t think I am, but with you, it feels right.”

“It feels right to me too,” Jane replied. She stared into Rachel’s eyes and just said, “I love you.”

Rachel gasped slightly, “I love you too!”

Both of them stopped dancing and locked lips. They embraced each other’s arms as both of their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. They continued to make out, and suddenly, a bunch of the students turned their attention away from the Prom King and Queen and to the lesbian couple. They didn’t even notice as they were both entranced. As the song ended, so did their kiss. The audience applauded, and Jane and Rachel turned to find some of the students cheering for them. Jane and Rachel smiled at each other.

“What do you say,” Jane said, “We turn in early?” She picked up her key with her leather hand.

“Absolutely,” Rachel said.

Jane took Rachel’s hand and led her out of the hall towards the exit. They passed by Amy and Amanda who were making out as well. Amy stopped to tell them: “Have fun you two!”

“Thanks Amy” Jane said smiling.

“Oh and by the way,” Amy said, “Come Monday, you gotta go back to calling me Ms. Jones!”

“Yes Ma’am,” Jane said slightly frightened. She and Rachel walked out of the hall.

Amy and Amanda continued to make out until Amanda said, “When the dance is over, you think we’re gonna have another special prom night?”

“Is there any other kind?” Amy said. They continued to make out.

Inside of Room 320, Rachel and Jane’s bags stood near the door. It was a nice looking room with complimentary chocolates and roses on the bed. A key unlocked the door and Jane and Rachel came in making out with their arms all over each other. Rachel threw Jane onto the bed knocking the roses and chocolates off. They continued to make out until they stopped to look into each other’s eyes as they lied on their sides facing each other:

“Rachel,” Jane said, “Are we really going to do this?”

“I don’t think we have a choice.” Rachel said. “I’m wet, your wet, we gotta do something about it.”

Jane kissed her for a second and then continued, “I love you Rach, but I’ll be honest, I’m very nervous.”

“I love you too,” Rachel replied, “And I’m nervous too.”

“I’ve never had sex with a woman before, or with gloves on.”

“That makes two of us.”

“But if we are in fact going to become lesbians, I have a request. I want you to keep your gloves on all night. This afternoon before I picked you up, I played with myself while wearing these long black leather gloves. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“You’re not alone,” Rachel said. “I came in my gloves the minute I got home from seeing you at the mall. It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had… so far. I had to get them cleaned. Since then, I haven’t taken them off.”

“Then it’s true what they say, Prom night is a night you will never forget.”

No sooner had Jane finished, Rachel and Jane began to kiss passionately. Rachel kissed Jane’s neck and moved down toward her dress. With her white leather gloves, Rachel unzipped Jane’s dress and began to slowly remove it. Jane sighed. The undressed Jane was now down to black bra, black panties, hi heels, and black leather gloves.

“You look so beautiful,” Rachel said to her lesbian glove lover. She unhooked Jane’s bra, and her large boobs broke free. Rachel touched Jane’s breasts and began to lightly massage them. Jane closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. Rachel moved down and began to lick Jane’s nipples. Jane moaned slightly as Rachel sucked on her nipples and squeezed her tits with her white gloves. Jane reached into her panties and touched herself. Rachel moved her hand away and smiled: “Allow me.”

Rachel reached into Jane’s panties and began to massage her pussy with her long white leather gloves. Jane moaned even louder this time. Rachel laughed slightly. With both of her gloved hands, Rachel pulled off Jane’s panties and threw them on the ground. Now Jane was wearing nothing but her hi heels and opera-length black leather gloves.

With her white opera-length leather gloves, Rachel began to caress Jane’s already very wet pussy. Jane continued to moan in pleasure. With her leather index finger, Rachel tickled Jane’s clitoris. She wiggled her finger in a circular motion. With her other gloved hand, she reached down into Jane’s pussy and searched for her g-spot. Already knowing from her own masturbation experiences, Rachel found her g-spot within seconds and began to slide her entire gloved hand into Jane’s wet pussy.

“Oh my God!” Jane moaned, “Your gloves feel so good in me!”

Rachel then moved her hand away from Jane’s clit and began to massage her boobs. She moved her head down face to face with Jane’s twat, and began to lick it. Jane screamed! Jane had never been licked before.

“Oh please Rachel,” she screamed, “Keep doing that!”

She continued to lick Jane’s clit as Rachel’s right hand massaged her boobs and her right hand was moving in and out of her pussy. She could tell she was getting close to an orgasm.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum! OH FUCK!” Jane screamed.

And just before the climax, Rachel stopped everything. She moved her head away from Jane’s clit, took her hand out of her pussy, and her other hand off of her boobs. She sat up and smiled at Jane menacingly.

“Oh no,” Jane begged, “Please Rachel, please finish me off! I’m so close!”

“I will,” Rachel said, “But not yet. I want some too.”

“Oh please,” Jane got up and kissed her, “Please finish me and I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I want something now,” Rachel said playfully but with force. Rachel lifted up the skirt of her dress to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “I want you to lick me till I cum, and then you’ll cum!”

Jane reluctantly acquiesced as she came face to face with Rachel’s pussy. Rachel was also very wet. She began to lick Rachel’s pussy, stopping for a second (she wasn’t used to the taste). Yet she continued. She found licking Rachel’s pussy to be strangely arousing. All the time she had sucked men’s cocks, she never felt the same as she did now. Jane began to massage her cunt with her leather gloves, until she felt another glove pull her away:

“No touching yourself down there,” Rachel teased.

“Oh please Rachel,” Jane said. Rachel pushed her head back into her wet pussy and Jane continued to lick her clit.

“Trust me,” Rachel said, “It’ll be better this way.”

Who knows if it was better, but Jane continued to lick Rachel’s clit. She inserted her gloved fingers deep inside her as Rachel moaned in pure pleasure. Jane was aroused by Rachel’s pleasure, but wanted her own pleasure satisfied. Jane looked at her other glove. Finally, she had an idea. Jane sat up.

“What are you doing,” Rachel said panting, “I’m getting close!”

Jane kissed Rachel and squeezed her boobs with her gloves and smiled: “69.” She said playfully.

Rachel’s eyes opened and she smiled, “Now that’s an idea!”

Jane helped Rachel to take her dress off. Rachel raised her gloved arms in the air as Jane’s gloves removed Rachel’s blue dress. It was revealed that Rachel wasn’t wearing a bra either.

“You didn’t wear any underwear?” Jane asked.

“Nope,” Rachel said, “I didn’t want anything to get in the way of these gloves.” Rachel began to massage her tits. Jane and Rachel began to make out again and the massaged each other’s tits with their gloves.

“Oh wow,” Jane said, “I can’t believe these gloves. It’s like they have this power over us!”

“I don’t think so,” Rachel said. “I think the power has been within us the whole time. The gloves make it possible for us to come out of our shells. When I have these gloves on, I feel I can do anything. I feel I can make love to you all night long.”

Jane smiled, “The feeling is mutual.” Jane lied on the bed. Rachel turned around and hung over Jane’s pussy. Jane was lying down with Rachel’s pussy overhead. Jane continued to caress Rachel’s pussy with her gloves. “Don’t the gloves feel so much better than fingers?” Jane asked.

“Oh yeah,” Rachel said, “The gloves are almost like a second skin.”

Rachel plunged her glove deep into Jane’s cunt. Jane did the same to Rachel. The two were moaning in pleasure. Rachel continued to lick Jane’s clit as her hand moved back and forth into Jane’s pussy. Jane was practically screaming. She in turn kept her hand steady in Rachel’s twat as she rubbed Rachel’s clit with her other gloved hand. Rachel screamed as well. The two were entranced in hard sexual pleasure as the gloves took on a life of their own and had sex with the two young ladies.

Rachel was moaning in pleasure, but Jane was screaming at the top of her lungs: “OH MY GOD! OH FUCK!” Jane couldn’t control it anymore as Rachel’s gloves continued to stimulate her huge vagina. “OH! You’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me cum! OH FUCK!”

“Oh yes!” Rachel said in turn, “Yes Jane! Cum for me baby! Cum all over my gloves! Make me cum! Make me cum with those incredible gloves on yours!” A surge of unspeakable pleasure rushed through the girls’ pussies. Jane’s long awaited orgasm erupted from her pussy like a volcano cumming all over Rachel’s white gloves. Rachel heard Jane scream in pure bliss. Rachel too squirted, more over Jane’s face. Jane blocked the cum with her gloves and began rubbing the cum all over her fine leather gloves.

After the insane orgasms, Jane and Rachel sat up facing each other and kissed so passionately rubbing their soiled gloves all over their boobs. Neither one of them could think of anything to say.

The rest of the night was a complete orgasmic blur…Daylight broke through the hotel window. The sun lit up the room. The room itself had barely been touched, but around the bed was a different story. Rachel’s dress, shoes and tiara, and Jane’s dress, underwear and hi heels were all over the floor around the bed. The bed itself was soiled with cum stains. And sleeping on the bed in each other’s arms were Jane and Rachel, naked. Jane was only wearing her opera-length black leather gloves, and Rachel wore only her opera-length white leather gloves, both quite soiled.

They both woke up at the same time, looked into each others eyes, and smiled.

“Hey,” Jane said.

“Hey,” Rachel said.

They simply kissed each other good morning and began to caress each other again. Jane looked around the bed and the room. Then she looked at the gloves that were still on her hands:

“What happened last night?” She asked.

Rachel laughed, “Prom happened.”

“Really?” Jane said, “I don’t even remember Prom, all I remember is wearing these gloves and cumming harder than I’ve ever cum before.”

“Oh I remember that,” Rachel said. “And I’ve got the stains on my gloves to prove it.” Jane looked at her leather gloves. Although they were dry, they were in fact quite soiled. “Well, you wanna go get some breakfast?” Rachel got up off the bed.

“Sure,” Jane said. She was about to remove the gloves, but resisted. “Rachel?”

“Yeah?” Rachel said as she reached into her bag.

“What should we do with the gloves?”

“Wear them of course, silly!”

Jane looked at her gloves, “Well I wanna wear them out, but they’re soiled.”

“We’ll wash them off a little bit and figure it out later.”

Jane simply got up without questions and put on her after-prom outfit.

The couple walked out of the room in simple jeans and t-shirts, but the gloves were still on. Rachel and Jane continued to kiss and hold hands while they walked down and hailed a cab. They went over to the mall and hung outside a small café just on the outskirts. Jane and Rachel sat across from each other. As they ate their meals, the couldn’t take their eyes off each other:

“So Rach,” Jane said, “What happens to us now?”

Rachel pondered a proper response, “I don’t know, what do you think Janey?”

“I dunno,” Jane said, “I’ve never felt such a strange combination.”

“How so?”

“On the one hand,” she looked at her black gloved hand, “On the one gloved hand I should say…” Rachel smiled as Jane continued, “It does feel strange to know that I had sex with a girl last night and with gloves on. But… It felt so right. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“I know baby,” Rachel said, “And I feel in these gloves, I can do anything. But everything I wanna do, I wanna do it with you.” Rachel reached across and clasped hands with her girlfriend, “I love you Jane.”

“I love you too Rachel,” Jane said. The two of them kissed passionately concealing their new relationship.

“But…” Rachel interrupted, “If we are gonna be a couple, we’re gonna need some more gloves!”

Jane looked over at the small store just near the café on the outskirts of the mall. In the display case, was a pair of elbow-length brown leather gloves and a pair of shoulder-length red leather gloves. Rachel and Jane both focused on those gloves and focused their eyes on each other.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Jane asked.

“I think so!” Rachel smiled.

Jane stood up and took Rachel by the hand into the small store. Indeed, Prom Night was a night to remember.