Ninety minutes later, the crockery was cleared and placed in the dishwasher along with the utensils, and the party and conversation migrated to the living room. Corrine brought out the birthday cake she'd bought on the way, and I was treated to a chorus of "Happy Birthday" from five beautiful ladies - as well as a sweet, chaste kiss from Amy. Followed by, to my surprise, the rest of her gorgeous friends.
"Mmm," I sighed as Stephanie parted our lips, leaving my wife to snuggle back into position next to me. It had been the better part of eight years since I'd kissed anyone other than my wife, and it was more than a thrill to get so much attention from so many women. "I really, really missed you guys."
"Is that so?" Amy teased, snatching a graze of her fingers over my stiffening crotch. It was hard not to moan right in front of everyone - even when she was dressed relatively conservatively, in plain blouse and slacks, Amy still managed to be playful, sexy and kickass all rolled into one.
It didn't help that the rest of our friends were dressed to impress. Far from falling to the ravages of time, our friends looked even more beautiful at 29 than they did at 18. Gone were the antsy, **** awkwardness of our teenage years, replaced with a calm, cool confidence the ladies exuded from every angle.
Stephanie had gone with a retro tie-dyed blouse and miniskirt, looking like a go-go dancer that stepped straight out of the sixties. I found myself glancing at her double Ds, conservatively covered in her long-sleeved top, trying to figure out if she was wearing a bra underneath.
Talia, most strikingly of all, had opted for an image makeover since high school. Her hair was trimmed into a bob and dyed with streaks of metallic blue, and she wore a cobalt silk blouse to match, under which her perky chest seemed to bounce with the slightest movement. But my mind was drawn to her lips, painted with an invitingly shimmering pink that set my fantasies racing.
Elizabeth went for a professional balance of demure and seductive - a denim jacket that ended halfway above her waist and a light yellow blouse she unbuttoned just enough at the top to reveal a curve of cleavage, plus a knee-length pencil dress with a thin slit that teased up the side of her thigh. All she needed was a pair of glasses for the "sexy librarian" look.
Corrine outdid everyone in the chest department, to no one's surprise, sporting a stunning violet scoop-neck dress with a low neckline. Well, "low" by Corrine's standards at least, but then again anything that revealed the top of her bust usually struggled to hold back her atomic knockers, and this number was no different - it looked fit to burst at the seams every time she so much as leaned slightly forward. Which was often.
"Hey... You're fantasizing about them right now, aren't you?" Amy continued.
Comments