Liz was every high school girl's dream- or at least she was what she had dreamed about when she was still in high school. She was President of the most prestigious sorority at a major college, about to attend her spring formal. Plus, her fiancé would be on her arm for the entire evening which almost always boded well for her physical inner self.
The spring formal always centered on the outgoing senior class and the resulting farewells which ensued. She would again be in the spotlight she so adored, though the opportunities for her to shine in this picture frame were starting to narrow given her impending graduation.
Liz laughed to herself for a moment, thinking again about how they labeled things as "formals" which turned out for just a fancy term for prom-for-slightly-older-kids. Curtis would be there shortly to pick her up and get them over to Daytona Beach, a short two hour drive away from campus.
She went over again all the items she would need for the weekend getaway, knowing all the while that no matter how many times she went over this, something important would be forgotten. Everything was neatly laid out on her bed and she mentally ran down her needs from head to toe and then glanced on the bed to ensure she had things in hand. This was the third time she'd done this and she assured herself that after this time she would actually pack.
Hair spray, makeup, bra, panties, garter, heels, dress, earrings, moisturizers of several types, nail polish, lip gloss, lingerie, toiletries, curling iron, razors, condoms, 2 swimsuits. She thought she had just about everything she needed. Still unsure, she slowly put everything in her bag- except the dress of course, which she would take on the hanger.
As she hung the dress on the door frame to the bathroom she shared with three of her sisters, she imagined how she would look in it. She always loved to turn a head and look slinky and hot though stopping just a foot short of slutty. This dress she knew she could work to the hilt and perhaps a bit beyond. It was short but loose enough to let her dance should the mood strike her. But more importantly it accentuated her breasts, which she knew were her best asset. The dress was sure to get her plenty of looks from her sisters' dates and create some jealousy in Curtis, which was just fine with her given his recent track record.
Almost on cue, she heard her phone buzz with a text from Curtis that he was out front for her. Nothing like chivalry, she thought to herself sarcastically as she tossed her bag over her shoulder. She'd need to come back for her dress.
"You could help, you know," she said as she came out, spying Curtis lounging in his car. Thankfully he had popped the trunk for her so that she didn't need to do that as well. Perhaps out of shame, he did get out and give her a quick peck on the cheek as he closed the trunk for her.
"Oh," Liz exclaimed, "I have more inside."
Curtis just shrugged and followed behind her into the sorority house. They both knew she was out of his league but Liz had grown adept at using that to her own advantage.
"Is that your dress?" Curtis asked on getting back to her room, seeing the hanging bag. "Let me look," he said, making a move to open the bag to get a look inside.
"Um, no-ooo," Liz replied, slapping his hand playfully, but with just enough force to get his attention.
"Well love, what is it worth to you to keep your dress a secret- at least for a few more hours?" Curtis queried, a cool look in his eyes.
"If we are just talking about you," Liz replied in her best sorority girl voice, "Not all that much. But I absolutely do not want my sisters to set their eyeballs on this dress. I put too much work into finding just the right dress. It works my tits and my gams." She paused for a moment.
"So what do you want?" she continued, scared to hear the answer. He'd been pushing for anal sex for some time, which she was quite opposed to, feeling at least that was something she'd save for her eventual husband, which would not be Curtis.
"No, not that," he answered as if reading her mind, "but a quick release might be nice."
"We really don't have time, Curtis," she replied, a bit exasperated by the sudden and unplanned delay, but still intrigued and secretly game for it. She just wanted to make Curtis squirm a bit. Unlike most women she knew, she was almost constantly at least partially aroused.
"Let me go the the ladies room and then let's grab my dress and go," Liz said somewhat dismissively to convey her apparent displeasure. Seeing Curtis flop on the bed with shoulders drooping let her know her message had been received loud and clear.
Truth be told, she didn't need to use the restroom, but went through the motions anyway, even going so far as to flush the toilet. During her charade, however, she stripped off her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the bathroom counter. Mission accomplished, she opened the door and stepped out.
"You about ready?" she said, barely looking his way on her way to the closet. "Just let me finish getting set," she continued as she put on some strappy heeled sandals, bending over in an exaggerated fashion to show him her backside.
"More like it," she heard Curtis say from behind her, and she could hear two dull thuds as he kicked off his shoes. Next she heard the tinkle of his belt. She could feel his eyes devour her and, although she loved the look of men driven mad with lust for her, she owed Curtis a bit of payback as well. Her sorority sisters were still perplexed why she was even with him.
She bent over one last time, as if to check her shoes, and as she rose slowly she ran her fingers over her legs from ankle to hip, knowing exactly what madness it was causing for Curtis. Served him right, the little jerk.
Turning, she saw that he was now completely naked and fully erect. For all of his shortcomings, he did have a gorgeous cock. It wasn't the size especially, but it always just looked… sexy, intriguing, and perhaps more than anything fun. She noted that he'd nicked himself shaving again. She smiled knowingly as she knew that he despised shaving himself there and did so only at her insistence.
"Oh, did you think I wanted to fuck?" she said. "You know we are pressed for time and this is my big night to shine."
"And I am there for you, dear," he answered, trying to look sincere but testosterone was getting the better of him.
"Show me," she said. "Let's have some fun," she continued, opening a dresser drawer and reaching in. "Put this on for me," she said, moving closer to him until their knees almost touched. She tossed a sky blue bra on his crotch.
"What?"
"Put it on, then jerk yourself off. I'll model for you."
"You're crazy but okay. Just don't tell anybody," Curtis replied.
Clumsily he put the bra on, which looked rather comical as expected- the band was tight but the cups sagged limp and empty. He grabbed himself, teasing the pale purple head of his manhood between his fingers.
"Go ahead," Liz urged him, "I insist." She'd seen him masturbate many times before and found it extremely erotic. She loved being able to see the way the skin of his cock moved as he stroked it, the manner in which his testicles jostled between his thighs, the way his breathing changed through out the entire process, the final sexual release as he moaned and climaxed on himself.
She found it an exhilarating experience to watch and as much as she liked to — and did — join in on many cases- her days with Curtis sexually were just about over as far as she was concerned. Granted, a few drinks might change that, but it was just a matter of time until that ship sailed. She couldn't be betrayed and still love the betrayer.
She began to sway, much as she imagined a stripper would, had she ever really seen one in action. She swayed left and right and twirled a few times. She cupped her breast in her hands and made to approach Curtis, watching him play with himself the entire time. An older man may have caught on to what she was doing but Curtis was young and — frankly — oblivious.