'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.
'Whose cock is that?' Liz asked teasingly as she lifted a leg onto a chair, exposing her sex. She ran her fingers across it teasingly.
'Yours,' Curtis said breathily, eyeing Liz like a hawk ready to dive. 'Get on me.'
'Not yet,' she demurred, 'You've got to get my cock a little bigger first. Then… maybe I will let you taste me.'
Curtis quickened his pace on his shaft, and Liz could see a bead of moisture form on his head and was tempted to lick it off, but knew it wasn't right to do. Curtis reached down with his other hand and fondled his smoothly shaven testicles. She could tell he was close to climaxing and knew now was the time to help him finish.
'Imagine your hot come all over my tits,' she moaned squeezing them together, 'I am.'
It got the expected response. He tilted his head back and pumped himself furiously. His eyes began to close from the self-created passion.
Quickly Liz grabbed her phone and, without Curtis being able to see her, took several pictures of her fiancé naked in a bra coming all over himself. Her task completed, she returned to the bathroom to get her clothes back on. As she pulled her shirt back on she shouted out through the door, 'Are you decent?'
Without waiting for an answer, she went out and tossed her dress for the night over her arm.
The ride over to Daytona Beach, though long, was uneventful. Curtis drove too fast and Liz napped, as had become their custom when they travelled. Perhaps ominously, they'd never been much for conversation, though Liz did have to admit that they had talked more often and about a greater variety of subjects when they'd first been dating. Now she thought they more just tolerated each other for the most part with the only real chemistry left to them being that which they shared sexually.
They got over to the oceanfront resort where the formal was being held around 2:30 in the afternoon. Liz saw a few cars she recognized as those of her clique, but was pretty sure that they were among the first of the crowd to arrive.
Setting Curtis to check them in and get their luggage — mostly hers — up to their room, Liz set about heading to the top floor where the event was to be held to check things out. It was a great room which fronted the sea on two sides.
As expected, her good friend and sorority sister Claire was there running through the final arrangements for the annual video and picture gallery, which would be played right after the formal dinner concluded but before the following brief award ceremony and ceremonial parting words from the soon to be graduating class would be shared.
Liz popped the memory card out of her phone and handed it to Claire with a few brief instructions on some simple and last minute changes she wanted to make to the gallery. Knowing all was now well, Liz turned and headed back down to her room.
Pausing at the door, she could hear the commotion already from within which meant that Curtis had gotten settled in just fine. On entering, she could see that Curtis already had his cooler, which was filled with his own home made concoction that their circle affectionately referred to as 'Curtis' Wine Coolers,' set up on the balcony outside. There were a few other couples there as well relaxing a bit before they would eventually leave to get ready.
'Hey, babe,' Curtis yelped from across the room as he filled up a fresh cup with his poison. Coming over he handed the cup to her and gave her a welcoming kiss. She could feel the alcohol on his lips and already see the slight pinkness in his eyes.
'Thanks, love,' she replied, motioning for him to sit down so she could sit with him. She sipped her drink cautiously, knowing from experience that Curtis was hardcore when it came to mixing a drink. She also knew a
