Not yet. The girls have a surprise.

All the ladies, minus Rachel, retired to the bathroom to get ready for the coming night. Jake, Simon, Rachel and I stripped to our skivvies. Rachel and I plopped onto the floor next to Jake. The petite lesbian was back to her panties and thin undershirt. Simon hopped in the bed, Miguel on the couch, and all eyes fixed on the bathroom door in nervous anticipation.

Five minutes later, Corrine emerged, wearing sheer, red panties and a matching bra that tied around her neck, letting her amble bosom bounce with every step. All jaws were on the floor. She explained, "While we were shopping for dresses, we decided to splurge on a special surprise for our dates. Of course, we didn't know we'd have an audience. But hey, we're all friends, right?"

She bent down to kiss Jake, giving Rachel and I full view of her clearly visible breasts. Our level of enjoyment was at peek already. Corrine snuggled next to dumbstruck Jake, who muttered, "fuck me." She kissed him on the neck.

Next out was Amy, wearing an uncharacteristically feminine, virginal, white, satin basque. The garment supported her sizable breasts, but stomped just above her toned stomach. When she laid next to Miguel on the couch, we got a peak at her frilly panties.

At this point, my cock was absolutely rigid. I looked over at Rachel, whose glazed eyes revealed only that she was horny as hell. Right in front of us, Corrine was still macking on Jake. I reached a hand to the bare thigh of Rachel's crossed legs, expecting some resistance. Instead, without looking at me, she guided my hand up to her breast, and I started massaging it for her. My other hand rubbed my equipment through the thin fabric of my boxers absentmindedly.

Stephanie and Elizabeth came out together, best friends in contrasting garments. Stephanie matched her undies to her dress. Fairy tale blue lace, a matching bra and panty set, with thigh-high stockings and garter belts. A faux-pearl necklace completed the innocence of her outfit.

Next to her, Elizabeth's black silk baby doll told a different kind of story. Under the sheer fabric, only a black g-string gave her any coverage. The bare skin was daring, confident, even if her pose revealed how exposed she felt. The thin straps of the bow holding the garment on her chest promised that a single tug would leave her breasts fully exposed.

Both women walked in step to the bed, laying on either side of Simon. "Lucky son of a birth," Rachel muttered. Her hand was in her panties now.

Talia was out last. She'd opted for a thin, satin teddy. The shiny garment clung to her perky breasts and prominent rear. She ran her bare, toned arms up through her dark hair, and let her hardened nipples show through the fabric. Talia had plenty to be proud of, and she knew it. Rachel let out a pleased whistle, and crooked her finger enticingly.

The exotic bombshell crawled on all fours past Corrine. She stopped at Rachel first, snaking a hand to her unoccupied tit while she kissed her girlfriend deeply. I pinched the nipple through her undershirt, eliciting a moan into Talia's mouth.

"Nighty night, everybody!" Amy said, and shut off the light.