"Wait!" Stephanie suddenly called. "We almost forgot!"
As though struck by an epiphany the girls - sans Rachel - scrambled out from their blankets and hurried into the bathroom, leaving the rest of us gazing after them.
Five minutes later, we were rewarded for our patience. Apparently, the girls decided to splurge on sexy outfits in addition to their prom dresses, to be worn for their dates during the hotel liaison. Given circumstances, there was only one practical option: a fashion show for everyone's enjoyment. It reminded me of the show I had on Valentine's Day; the only thing missing was the horribly cheesy soundtrack to accompany it all.
Talia was out first, parading in a satin teddy as she raised her hands above her head to reveal her smooth, toned arms. Rachel made a show of fanning herself with her own hand, earning her a snuggle as Talia collapsed onto her.
Stephanie emerged next, in a matching bra and panty set that looked the same shade of baby blue as her prom dress did, along with garter straps, thigh-high stockings and a faux pearl necklace that dipped into the valley of her chest - she looked like a Disney princess about to consummate her marriage. With the grace of a ballerina she let herself onto Simon's lap and gently closed his surprised mouth shut.
Elizabeth followed, dressed in a black silk babydoll that barely covered the g-string protecting her lower body. Daringly she sashayed, causing the hem to flare up slightly, enough to give everyone a few of her juicy behind. As though realizing how far she had stepped out of her comfort zone, she quickly pulled the material back down and scooted over to poor Andy, who seemed to have trouble deciding between breathing or passing out.
My eyes widened as Amy slid out after her, decked out in a white satin basque and frilly panties with her hands on her hips - not something I expected from the tomboyest tomboy I knew, after she went to prom with no protection besides a wafer-thin gown. I almost thought she would pirouette onto the bed to join me, but instead she tackled me in a glomp that pushed out the breath I was holding.
"Wow," I managed weakly.
"Thank you, loverboy," she breathed into my ear.
Corrine was last to appear, sporting a set of sheer red panties and a bra that tied around her neck, barely holding the weight of her gigantic rack as it jiggled with each step. Fully aware of the fact, she pulled her hands behind her back and leaned forward, giving Simon a faceful of barely covered boob. "Fuck me sideways," choked Jake.
"That's the idea," leered Corrine, straddling the awestruck sportsman as her hand went for the light. "On your marks!" she called gaily.
Click.
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