Free Perfect Ten by Nikki Worrell

which are all ridiculously untrue. Jealous they are—the lot of them.”
    In one word, Grace was awesome. I loved her. Faith finally found her voice and pulled her arms out of Grace’s grasp. “Hi, Joe. Come on in.” She turned around, leaving me to follow her, all the while trying to tug her dress up.
    Jesus. I thought she looked incredible from the front, but that ass. Oh, my God, I was in for a night of torture, because unless I missed my guess, I was not going to be getting laid tonight. I sure was going to try, though.
    If you think about it, it wasn’t my fault that my mind was running in the direction it was. She was a walking wet dream in that dress. Every inch of it was sparkling like a perfectly cut diamond shining in the sun. From head to toe—well, more like breast to toe, since it was a strapless creation—the dress was covered with thousands of sparkling sequins. A thick strip of rhinestones showcased her breasts and ran down her breast bone for about six inches. Her luscious breasts were practically falling out of the sculpted cups—to my eternal delight—while the deep vee the rhinestones revealed a generous expanse of skin.
    Oh, sweet Jesus. The slit running down her leg started at mid-thigh and gave tantalizing glimpses of flesh with every step she took. I seriously needed to toss one off before we left if I wanted to have any chance in hell of walking around without a hard-on all night.
    “Christ.” Faith turned to me, looking like she might either burst into tears or kick me in the nuts. I turned my body a little to the right just in case she went for the latter.
    “I know. You don’t have to say anything. This is what they like to do. Sassy picked this thing out, knowing I’d look like a stuffed sausage in it.” I was shocked. She thought she looked fat? She couldn’t be more wrong, but you know what impressed me the most? With her lip slightly trembling, she put her hands on her hips and tilted her chin up, challenging me to reply. Attagirl.
    That little pop of attitude further turned me on, and I now had a fully erect cock tenting my pants. My jacket was covering me for now, but I really needed to take care of it. There was only one way—actually, there were many, many ways, but only one that would work in that moment. “Can you please point me to your bathroom?”
    “Why? Are you going to sneak out the window?”
    “Absolutely not. I have something I need to take care of if I have any chance of not embarrassing you tonight. You in that dress…” My head involuntarily shook once as I slid a hot look over her body again. “Well, if you could point out the way to the bathroom, I’d appreciate it.”
    Grace seemed like a firecracker, but even she gasped as she pointed down the hallway. Faith was standing at her side with her mouth hanging open, eyebrows arched high. As I walked quickly down the hall, I heard her say, “He…he wouldn’t, right? He’s not serious.” No doubt she’d tell me to leave when I got out of the bathroom, and she’d have every right. But, like it or not, I was going to jack off—in her bathroom—wearing my tux—thinking about the things I’d like to do to her. It was the only way I could get that fucker down. I’ve already admitted that I am not the master of my dick.
    I closed the bathroom door as I took my jacket off and rolled up my sleeves. The exhaust fan gave me a little bit of background noise, but I was worried it wasn’t going to be enough. I tend to be a groaner, even when I’m by myself. Tissues at the ready, I unbuttoned my pants, wincing as my hand brushed my sensitive cock. Pre-cum was already beginning to form on the head, and I spread it around. Fuck.
    It wasn’t going to take me long to get off. In my mind’s eye, I saw Faith’s breasts pushed up like an offering to me in that dress. They were just waiting for me to free them and take them into my mouth, making her nipples hard and swollen. Oh yeah.
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