"I look so good, I'd fuck myself!" I thought as I examined myself in the full-length mirror. Not that I'd taken extra effort in dressing up tonight. When you're young, good looking, with a tall lean body framed by healthy curves, and money to dress in the most exclusive and expensive designer togs, you'd look good too. And I had all of that in spades.
Tonight I'd freshly perked up my luscious long hair in gentle waves, and had gotten myself freshly waxed in all the important areas. I was thus as bare from neck down as a pre-pubescent girl, except that few pre-pubescent girls could boast the numbers 34C-24-35 on a 5 foot 8 frame. I had chosen to flaunt my body in my new off shoulder aquamarine 'bandage' toga from Herve Leger, so form-fitting that I had to go sans underwear, as even my skimpiest and most sheer undergarments would show underneath the ultra figure-hugging dress. To complete the look was a pair of glittery sexy 5-inch Christian Louboutin heels and a chic Chanel patent clutch.
It was the wedding dinner reception of my high school best friend Audrey. At that time we were 2 peas in a pod. Both of us were pretty, good looking, and came from wealthy families. She was the quieter, more studious, more chaste one, while I was the extroverted 'wild' one. Between us, we had exclusivity over all the hottest and cutest boys around. Not that we made it easy for any of them...we were the exclusive, snobby and unattainable pair.... we were not going to offer ourselves to those grubby immature boys...we were meant for better stuff! And throughout those school years, there was always that unspoken tension of competition between us. I resented (though I'd never have admitted it in her face) that she had the better grades and was more book smart; while she was always secretly jealous I was ever more popular with the boys. Best friends forever we might have been, but we each thought we were better than the other, thus we were always secretly competing to get the best grades, the nicest wardrobe, and yes, the cutest boyfriends.
So fast forward 10 years, we had drifted apart. Audrey had gone overseas to complete her medical studies, while I had stayed home to graduate as a lawyer. I was still living it up the life of a hotshot intern in the best law firm in town. That I was going to be made partner soon was inevitable...my family had the connections, plus this young glamorous intern in the hottest designer suits showing off her flawless lithe figure had my bosses literally wrapped around my little finger, all hoping in vain to get between my legs. Meantime, Audrey had gotten engaged to one of the most eligible men in town -- the iconic son of a preacher father and a government minister mother -- religious, impeccable credentials, moneyed - a prefect match for her.
As I walked into the reception hall, I swear every pair of male eyes turned to ogle at me, much to the annoyance of many of their female partners. Not that I was bothered...it's not my fault they can't (and don't) look as good, as stylish as me, and besides, I relished the attention anyways.
The bride and groom had their back to me. As I walked up to them, the groom was the first to turn, and as he laid his eyes on me, I could see them widening ever so slightly in appreciation. As the radiant bride turned, we both squealed and embraced warmly in recognition of our long lost friendship. "Jan!!! I can't believe it's been so long...you still look gorgeous!" she exclaimed.
"You look absolutely radiant, Audrey...you beautiful perfect bride!" I commended back, still locked in embrace.
From my position, I could see him still discretely ravishing my body with his eyes. He did it subtly, but it was still obvious to me, and it pleased my competitive streak to no end...here was this guy about to be married to my best friend, yet he's checking me out! And as an added bonus, he wasn't too bad looking himself. A little too pale and non-descript to be my type, but certainly not harsh on the eye.
"You lucky girl...he's such a stud muffin!" I whispered in her ear.
"No he's not!" she giggled as she whispered back, "he's such a dork sometimes, and I won't know about the stud part till later!"
"You mean you guys haven't..." I asked in astonishment as my eyes widened.
"Nah, we both made a pact when we started dating seriously to save the best till after we got married", she giggled, "but enough of me, what have you been up to? Still single? Aren't you afraid you'd soon be left on the shelf?"
"Oh I'm not worried about that at all! Trust me, I'm perfectly happy where I am right now." I replied, slightly annoyed at her subtle dig.
As we finally disengaged from our long embrace, my mind fixating on what she'd said earlier. So this silly chaste couple is actually waiting to be married before they had sex? What year were we in? 1890? And this guy is mentally stripping me with his eyes?
The slightest hint of a smirk formed on my lips as an evil thought formed...my competitive streak was back...
"David, meet Jan, my best friend from high school, and Jan, meet David, my dorky husband to be."
"Pleased to meet you, Jan. I heard so many wild stories about you", said David as he leaned in for the obligatory peck on the cheek.
"Don't believe a word, David, I'm the epitome of innocence and virtue", I replied as I leaned in just that wee bit more to allow my peck on his cheek to be just that little bit more intimate, just enough for him to feel the inviting warmth of my breath on his ear and for him to inhale more of my scent, to appreciate my intentions.
As we disengaged, our eyes met for the briefest of moments, but it was enough for me to notice the widening of his pupils and the flaring of his nostrils. I had awoken the man in him, and we both knew it.
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The wedding was drawing to it's close now. The formalities were over, and the dancing was about to begin. The bride and groom made their way to the center of the dance floor to begin their customary first dance. As it ended and the emcee called for the rest of the audience to join in, I boldly stepped forward while everyone else hesitantly held back.
As I confidently strode towards the couple, a hush descended on the audience, as everyone assuming I was heading for the groom. I walked past and totally ignored a stunned David and instead reached out to hold the bride's hand, "Audrey, my dearest best friend, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" The entire audience broke out into laughter.
It was the prefect arrangement -- I had made obvious to everyone without having uttered a word that I had no interest in the groom, plus as I danced provocatively along with his wife-to-be, I had given him, and everyone else in the audience, the perfect excuse to openly ogle at me.
As the song ended and the dance floor started to fill, I made my excuse to Audrey and headed for the washroom. As I left the room, I made sure to brush past David, and gave him the briefest of glances and the slightest hint of an inviting smile.
I dawdled for a few appropriate minutes in the washroom - if everything goes according to plan, my victim for the night, Audrey's husband to be, would be standing outside, just in time for me to conveniently 'bump' into. I took a deep breath, and stepped out - and there he was. Bingo.
"You dance great! And you're sweating!" he exclaimed.
"You don't say! I'm sooo wet!" I replied, suggestively.
"Haha! You need a shower!" he suggested.
"Very clever David, but where do you think I can find a shower in these parts?" I asked, looking at him straight in the eye.
"Well, you can always use the shower in our bridal suite." he conveniently offered.
"Really?" I asked in feigned surprise, "that's really generous of you, but are you sure Audrey won't mind?"
"No, I'm sure she won't mind."
"Well..." I paused for a moment for dramatic effect as I pretended to consider his offer, "if Audrey doesn't mind, then I guess I have no reason not to take you up on your offer! Lead the way!!"
Game, set, and match.
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