Stephanie, as pretty as a princess

Before I had fully recovered from Corrine's advances, Stephanie tapped our friend on the shoulder and replaced her as my partner.

Despite the afternoon's disaster, Stephanie was absolutely floating in her baby blue dress. She now sported a golden pixie cut, which complemented her ruffled skirt, glittering bust, and flashing blue eyes.

Over our shoulder, Simon clearly had no idea how to handle Talia, who was dancing so close to him that I got suspicious. Then I noticed Rachel, and her dance partner Amy, grinning like madwomen at the sight.

"Looks like Talia's putting on a show for Rachel," I quietly intoned.

Stephanie knew before I did. "She's getting him warmed up for me."

"Are you excited for tonight?"

Stephanie moaned and rubbed her knees together. "Ian, you have no idea."

My mind hurtled back to that magical afternoon, when she came to visit me in the hospital, how hot she had felt next to me under the sheets. I pulled her closer.

Stephanie and I had lost our virginity to each other. More than that, she and I had helped one another open up, discover ourselves. Without that, I would never have had the courage to make advances on Talia, or anyone. But she probably would have been fine, anyway. Fitting that she looked like a granter of dreams tonight. I was holding her even closer now, and no doubt she could feel my growing erection through two layers of fabric.

"Now now, Ian, don't get the wrong idea. Why don't you try dancing with Amy?"