Oh. My. Geez. It’s an invitation to a gala ball at the dean’s house on Saturday. It says only the top 5% of the Art History Department’s student... were invited. Invitation only. Formal dress is required.” “Holy cow, what are you going to wear? Shit, what am I going to wear?” “Wait, what are you talking about Ellie? Why are you worried about what you’re gonna wear?” “Well, it says you can RSVP +1. Who else would you invite to this fancy parrtay? So do the math.. I am your date. You’re welcome.”. We held each other for a long time. Occasionally gently kissing and stroking. We were totally relaxed, totally tender. There was a real look of love in her eyes. Eventually she sat up. I started to get up also but she said: ‘Just lay back. I want to try something.’ I did and she started rubbing her hands together. They began to glow white, getting brighter and brighter. Her whole body began to take on a soft white glow. She started placing her hands on my head. Moving them from place to place.. She must have sprayed it between her tits. My mother has done that before. It smelled great. I nuzzled my nose into her cleavage as I unhooked her bra. That made her laugh. With her bra still in my hands she backed up letting it fall free and remaining in my hands. I just looked at her magnificent breasts they were certainly much bigger than the three pair that I had just seen.She stepped back in toward me and asked me to remove her skirt and I did. Then she asked me to remove her panties. For. Ashley knew she had to work quickly. In her haste, she'd neglected to lock the bedroom door and Leslie, her roommate, could show up at anytime. Somehow, that fact made what she was doing all the more exciting. She was panting audibly when the knock on the door came."Come in," she said after taking a moment to compose herself. The door swung slowly open and Ashley gasped. It was Bridget, wearing only a bra and panties so sheer as to be almost transparent."Hey Ashley, am I interrupting anything?".