A backless purple dress and no underwear

Amy’s dress was pure sex. Dark purple material tied behind her neck and poured down over her large, braless breasts. Except for the fiery red hair cascading past her shoulders, Amy’s back was completely naked to the waist, where the fabric was thin enough that I could easily see the firm contours of her amazingly firm ass.

Amy may have called the sex between us “casual,” but that didn’t begin to describe it. Over the past year, Amy had been both my friend and teacher, first whipping my ass into shape and then helping me find confidence as a man, and as a lover.

I gave her ass a quick little squeeze, for old time’s sake, and realized:

“Amy, are you naked under there?”

In reply, she gave a suggestive “shush,” then turned and slowly ground her ass against my crotch, twisting her head around to kiss my neck until the song ended.

By the time Elizabeth was back in my arms, she laughed at how red my cheeks had gotten.

“Wow,” she said, “Looks like somebody’s enjoying being the center of attention, tonight. How come nobody’s asking ME to dance?”

A few songs later, Rachel did just that. She walked up to us and told my date, “You look really beautiful tonight.”

The compliment earned Rachel a few minutes swaying cheek-to-cheek with Elizabeth.

Meanwhile, I consoled myself by dancing with Talia, who looked like a goddamn supermodel: