Amy's in a backless purple dress, no underwear

My personal bias aside, Amy stood out among all of them. She went for a dark purple velvet number that practically worshiped the contours of her body, reminding me of the time she modeled in swimsuits. Her shoulders and back were completely exposed, the open gash in the dress ending just above her waist, and even the material there was suggestively faintly see-through. I was still trembling slightly when I held her hand as we took to the floor for our first dance, feeling not only the eyes of many upon us but also the raw, unstated sexual tension between Amy and I that had been bubbling for the past fortnight.

"So," she whispered, "What's the whoa factor on this one?"

"I don't think numbers go that high," I tried to say, and ended up half **** on the last part. She gave my shoulders a squeeze.

"You say the dumbest, sweetest things," she giggled, in a very un-Amy-like giggle. All I could do was smile calmly back.

In some ways I still couldn't believe how we ended up together. At first glance, the friendship Amy and I had struck up was casual, and it certainly felt that way to begin with. But then we realized that was just how we were - we were grounded in a relationship built on the principle of being brave enough to be true to yourself and do your best. I learned that from Amy, and together with her, we walked down the path of being more than just friends. Now that journey had taken us beyond what we believed was possible - tonight, we were a couple, blazing our own trail down on the dance floor.

She purred as she reached behind my back, pulling me such that the breath was nudged out of me. "You know," Amy murmured, "If not for the fact that we're in the middle of the whole student body, I'd throw you onto the ground and screw our brains out for the next six hours."

"Only six?" I joked, caressing her exposed shoulder blade as she hissed under my touch. "Maybe you should've thought this plan through, huh?"

"You've got a lot of cheek for someone with a boner the size of the fucking Eiffel Tower," she growled with a smile, bringing a hand against my shaft. In return I snaked my hand down the curve of her back, past her sacrum and dipping into the material barely protecting her hip.

My eyes widened.

"Amy, are you - are you naked down there?"

Amy blushed with an intensity hard enough to rival the Sun. For a moment we both forgot to breathe.

"All right," she gasped as the song ended. "I'm going to have to switch partners before I actually pull down your pants in front of everyone."