Free Officer Bad Boy by Shana James Page A

could make a choice and be on her way.   She gasped when she stumbled upon a sleek, red Calvin Klein number that she knew would melt into each of her curves just right.  It had gold accent zippers near the breast area and a thin, gold belt to cinch her waist allowing her to cast the perfect silhouette in any light. Yes, this was the one. Now, to try it on. “ If it doesn't fit, I'm gonna take it as a sign that I need to stay home,” she said out loud to no one in particular.
    She darted through the racks and headed towards the fitting rooms. No way was she taking any chance that might require her to make a trip back to the mall because the dress didn't fit.  She slid into the dressing room and said a silent prayer.  Half hoping that the dress did fit, so she could make her old classmates eat their hearts out, while also hoping that it didn't so she could stay home and veg out on Netflix on demand. She could count on receiving a detailed play by play from the numerous lookie lous who’d be in attendance.
    She wiggled her hips into the dress, then admired herself in the mirror. Damn, I look good. There's no way I can not go after seeing the way this dress hits my curves just right.
    She was ecstatic, almost giddy, with excitement. What luck to find the perfect dress so quickly? She sent Felicity a quick, celebratory text, then grabbed her things so she could pay and head home. One of her absolute favorite places to be in the world. And, probably the reason I can't seem to find a damn date.
    When she got back into her car, she quickly yanked down her rear view mirror to get a good look at herself.  You sexy bitch, go to that wedding and remind them who you are. It's time to end this drought for once and for all.

The Wedding
     
     
    The day of the wedding, Melissa awoke in her childhood bed at her parents' house. She reached for her work cell phone to make sure she hadn't missed any important calls, then checked text messages on her personal cell.
    Can't wait to see you, today. I know you’re going to be working the hell out of some dress...
    She rolled her eyes at the text she'd received from an old high school friend. A friend who was now married and a father to three kids.  When will some men ever learn? And, when will I ever sleep in this bed with a man of my own? A little morning sex would be great right now. She thought back to the days when she first began exploring her sexuality as a girl. To those days when she struggled to maintain her virginity as her hormones raged. All of her friends were fucking like rabbits, but she was determined to wait until she was married to have sex. Something she should have known would never happen as much as she enjoyed masturbating. She didn’t make it to the end of her freshman year of college before she gave it up on a twin bed in her dorm room to a boy one year older than her. He had a huge cock and she savored the sweet pain it brought to her tight opening, training her to take a big pole with ease. Her first sexual intercourse experience set a ridiculously high bar for all men who would come after him.
    The thought of those early days got her juices flowing and before long, her fingers began inching down the front of her satin nightgown. Over her full breasts and flat stomach. Heading towards the warm, moist center of her being. She became so overwhelmed at the thought of being ravaged in her old bedroom, she snatched the nightie up and pushed her fingers into her soaking wet pussy. First two, then three, as she lunged against her hand, beckoning an orgasm forth. What are you doing? What if someone hears you?! She used one hand to pleasure her now rock hard nipples while the other explored every curve and every fold of her wetness.
    Oh my gosh, I need a man so badly. How much longer must I suffer?
    She plunged and lunged, gyrated and humped, using her hand to pleasure herself, until she released a deep, muffled moan. Her breaths were ragged as her lustful thirst was