Scissors!

"Yay scissors! Scissors never lose. It's fact," Rachel asserted to all present.

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. I hopped into the bed next to Rachel, who was back to her panties and thin undershirt. Simon parked on the couch, Jake on the floor, 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 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 dropped onto the mattress next to Miguel, 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. I reached a hand to Rachel's bare thigh, expecting some resistance. To my surprise, she slid her legs open, and with her small hand guided me to her crotch. I slipped a finger around her panties, to her wet slit, and felt her whole body release its tension. She craved a touch, and had to settle for mine. My other hand wrapped around my member.

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. Elizabeth didn't miss a beat. She took the length of the room in a few steps and slipped into the bed next to me.

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.

Talia didn't bother trying to push into the bed. She proudly positioned herself over her girlfriend, and immediately began making out with her. Elizabeth snuggled up to me, burying her face under my chin, stroking my chest, pressing her breasts against me.

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