There was a flurry of clicks frombehind them, sounding like popcorn.When they broke and turned to face the insect eye of mixed lenses, theygave a few ...oses, ranging from elegant and beautiful...To crossed eyes and outstretched tongues.To staring at each other lovingly."Alright, fuck. Enough fucking pictures. It's prom, not a fuckingfashion show." I disagree, Bella," Heather said, lowering her phone."Prom is a fucking fashion show."***The pink dress had a purple sash, and Faye wore it with. Again I couldn't turn my eyes away, yet I managed to grab a towel and toss it to her. The sight of her nude still lingering in my head, I turned to the sink to brush my teeth; after a second or so I felt a tap on my shoulder. Tricia had a great glamour, powerful ‘Girl Magic’, as she was now wrapped up in just enough of a towel.“You did catch a peek, right, I’d hate to think all that talent was just wasted,” the girl beamed. The night before something happened which never happened, the. I saw her standing talking to a sandy-haired guy about an inch taller than me, medium build, and good looking, at least in my opinion. She kissed him, they hugged, and she turned to meet me. That had to be Pete. I walked up to her and said “Hi” as usual and we started walking to her house.“I assume that was Pete,” I said as neutrally as possible,“Yeah. Jealous?”“Maybe a little.”“Even after yesterday?”“Good point,” I conceded.It appeared that Jennifer had been on the phone with Melanie last. "See?"Even though the lights were off in the car, there was plenty of visibility from the parking lot lights. I stared at her beautiful hairless cleft. "Can I touch it?" I asked."Sure."I did so. It felt wonderful—and strange. I longed to put my finger inside her, but I thought that would be going too far."Just like you say: Might as well go for broke," she said, and she pulled the yellow jersey over her head. Now she was completely naked, with beautiful small breasts and hard pink nipples..