A baby-blue dress, like a Disney princess

Elizabeth had swooped in and saved the day with a pair of scissors—slicing off the charred remains of Stephanie’s golden ringlets and giving her BFF an adorable pixie haircut.

For her dress, Stephanie had gone for a “princess” motif, with ruffles in the skirt and shimmering beading across her substantial bust. A baby blue gown to match her bright blue eyes.

It felt embarrassingly nice wrapping my arms around Stephanie’s voluptuous body. A quick glance over my shoulder showed our respective dates, Elizabeth and Simon, enjoying each other’s embrace just as much as we were. I even caught Elizabeth surreptitiously leaning back in Simon’s arms to give him a better view of her tits. Sneaky.

Relationship or no relationship, I couldn’t help but enjoy the way Stephanie’s eyes twinkled at me as we danced. I leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the cheek and asked, “Are you excited about tonight? About finally going all the way with Simon?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve never been so horny in my life!”

I flashed back to the nights, not so long ago, when I had held Stephanie close to my body, watching her come with me buried deep inside of her. I loved Elizabeth, but Stephanie would always be my first. She’d shown me both the bliss of sexual discovery, and the enormous emotional consequences that went along with it.

A few songs later, it was Amy who came over and politely asked to borrow me for a dance. Once again, Elizabeth didn’t seem to mind the interruption, as it meant she got to spend a dance snuggling up against Miguel’s chiseled six-pack.