The limo arrives

I walked down the stairs and Lisa opened the door. It wasn't dark yet. There was a black Limo outside. John and Henry were standing in front of it, both wearing black, three piece suits. Henry with a green tie and John with a burgundy one, matching Lisa's outfit. Then I saw Kate getting out of the limousine.

She was looking tall and elegant... Taller then both John and Henry with her heels on. She was draped in a stunning, strapless, black evening gown that clung to her body like a second skin. The dress showcased a plunging neckline, revealing her delicate, pale skin and showing a lot of cleavage. Her straight, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, framing her striking features.

Her makeup was perfectly applied, enhancing her mesmerizing white complexion with a hint of a rosy blush on her cheeks. Her lips were a soft shade of red, offering an alluring contrast to her fair skin.

She wore onyx earrings, but not a necklace, which called more attention to her breasts. Her heels added height to her already statuesque frame, making her presence even more commanding.

In that moment, Kate was an irresistible combination of gracious and sexy. She was the center of attention, evenly matched with Lisa and Carrie. Even though I was dressed up nicely, thanks to the girls, I still felt like an ugly duckling compared to them.

She walked over to me and I nervously looked sideways to make sure it was me she was walking up to.

"You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?" she asked with a smile. She took me gently by my hand.

"Oh!" I felt an electricity surge through my body. Oh my...

I tried walking after her, but my legs wobbled again thanks to the stupid heels, and I almost fell to the ground. Instead, I fell into Kate's arms in the most movie-like, cliché way... Our faces were close together... Then, she helped stand me upright.

With every look Kate gave me, I felt hotter inside my dress. This was all Lisa's fault for getting my all riled up right before the dance.

The six of us got in the limo. I was sitting between Kate and John. I felt tiny, crossing my legs, trying to stop being horny.

"So, Carrie... You're really going by yourself then?" Henry asked

"Yeah, me and Alicia decided not to ask anyone and just enjoy the dance," she said in a bubbly voice, all smiles.

John laughed. “Better luck next time dude.”

I'm sure a lot of boys, Henry included, felt disappointed that they were not asked to the dance by either Alicia or Carrie. They could have asked anyone to the dance and they would have said yes. To not ask anyone was even more of a power move, even if they didn't realize it.

"Is Alicia even going to be ready on time? Last time she texted me, she was still at school, setting up dance stuff," Lisa said looking annoyed as she usually did.

"At least she doesn't live far. Maybe she's already home, getting ready."

I felt Kate gently put her hand on my thigh... Her palm over the fabric of the dress, but the tip of her fingers resting on my skin, under the slit of the dress.

I panicked... I looked (up) at her, but she wasn't looking at me... She seemed to be listening to the conversation.

I looked forward again, pretending nothing happened. Maybe she was just being affectionate. Maybe she didn't realize her hand was under my dress...