A slinky red bit of nothing. Full-on Jessica Rabbit.

Corrine had shown up for prom in a full-blown Jessica Rabbit costume: tight, slinky red fabric, with a sexy slit that went up the thigh. The exaggerated sweetheart neckline cupped her two best assets and held them up proudly, so all the world could appreciate the view.

DAMN that girl had big tits.

I caught myself grinning. A year ago, I was terrified of Corrine. It took supreme effort to screw up enough courage to speak in her presence. Because of her looks, I’d placed her on a pedestal. But she had been the one to show me just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Corrine wasn’t some otherworldly goddess, she was just Corrine. My friend. After meeting her, no pretty girl would ever intimidate me again.

“Hey Ian?” she whispered, “I’m really glad I agreed to be in your movie.”

“Me too.”

She planted a delicate kiss on my cheek, squeezing her enormous bosom against me in the process. Then the song ended and we returned to our dates.

After dancing with so many gorgeous babes, I was anxious to leave. I hungrily kissed Elizabeth on the lips, not caring if we made a scene. When I finally pulled my mouth away, we were both shivering with arousal in each other’s embrace.