And yet there she went spending all that emotional energy making ME feel better.

I also knew that while my ego wanted to try salvaging the situation entirely on my own, there was still a chance to make things right by acknowledging that I wasn't alone, and that I could get help on my side if I only asked. So that's when I excused myself to go call Belle at her house, explain what was going on, and have her come pick us up in

Mari's car.

See, Mari didn't want me to pick her up for a date from her own house; too many weird questions that way. So she'd told her parents she was visiting Belle and would be back by her llpm curfew, which meant she'd left her car at Belle's house (and fortunately, her keys, since she didn't want to carry around her heavy purse). She'd also stashed the dress they'd bought together during the week at Belle's house, and she'd changed her clothes and fixed up her makeup at Belle’s place before I walked over to pick her up with a big bouquet.

Shit, I'd left the bouquet in the van. No matter.

The point is: Belle picked us up from the diner, we took Belle back home, and then we tried to get back on schedule.

Belle had reminded me how much Mari loves Christmas and all the various decorations, so I drove Mari through one of the neighborhoods that really goes all out with the lights and music and everything. She ooh'd and ahh‘d at everything before I drove her to a cute little hole in the wall place that had the most amazing desserts.

Mari LOVED dessert. She had forced herself to stay away from sugary, butter-Laden confections for the past few years as part of her drive to get into shape. She exercised like crazy, but even exercise can only take you so far if your diet is shit, especially when your DNA is filled with genes that give you 36DD tits on a 5'4" frame and a big booty to match. She was the kind of girl who would never have six-pack abs, no matter what she did. But she'd worked hard to get to her Salma

Hayek-esque hourglass figure, and it showed.

So you see, sharing a mountain of ice cream atop a fresh-from-the-oven brownie with syrup, sprinkles, and a cherry on top was quite the delight for her, and nearly made up for the botched reservation on its own.

Thus riding a sugar-high, Mari let me drive her back to my house where

I scooped her up in my arms, carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom Like a wedding bride, and gently lay her down across my bed.

For a girl who spent so much time worrying about her weight, having my strong arms lift her up like she was a feather was more of a turn-on than any words I could have spoken. And she was ravenous to devour my mouth as soon as I lay myself alongside her.

Ten seconds later though, she squeaked and broke away from our kiss, exclaiming, "I forgot!"

I blinked in surprise, not understanding.

“Forgot what?"

She rolled off the bed without answering, stood up, and rather nervously picked at her dress trying to straighten out the wrinkles and make sure it wasn't bunched up anywhere. It was a prom-type dress in olive green that complimented her warm skin tone. From the waist down it was a smooth, satin fabric that hugged her ample curves before tightening around her knees, which kind of restricted her ability to walk but Looked pretty sleek nonetheless. From the waist up, the satin was covered with see-thru lace and rose up over her shoulders with wide straps that covered her shoulders but Left a plunging V-neck down the middle which put her considerable assets on full display. And after getting herself situated, she put her right hand on her waist, jutted her hip out, and posed prettily while batting her long eyelashes at me.

Clearly, it was a move she'd practiced quite a bit, and I rewarded her effort with a broad, wolfish grin that clearly communicated my desire to get off the bed and ravage her. I also loosened my tie and took off my suit jacket, but I didn't get up yet. Belle had not only helped me come up with an itinerary, she'd also told me Mari's planned script as well to make sure I didn't accidentally mess things up. She'd also

(repeatedly) offered to write it all down.

Next up was the lingerie reveal. Mari did a slow pirouette to show me the backside, where the shimmering material was pulled taut across the

Latina's juicy ass. The lace paneling helped obscure the way her bra strap would have dented the fabric and masked the zipper that held the dress together. Mari paused to watch me ogling her ass (fantasizing about porking her from behind, actually), and giggled until my eyes finally tracked up to hers. Only then did she give me a coy look and request, "Unzip me, please?"

I got off the bed and stood behind her, my fingers feeling through the lace to find the zipper that had been tucked into a small pocket. I dragged it down to her waist and fiddled a bit with the bra clasp, but refrained from opening it just yet. Belle had warned me that Mari wanted to do that herself. Instead, I kissed the newly-revealed bare skin of her upper back gently, and then backed away to sit on the edge of the bed.

Mari smiled and turned back to face me. She started to look nervous, which made me start to Look concerned. It wasn't like she'd never been naked in front of me before, and she'd actually practiced this sort of stuff with the girls during the naked in high-heels bootcamp thing. But stripping down with all her friends getting naked at the same time and cheering her on is one thing. Performing an orchestrated strip-tease one-on-one as a prelude to losing your virginity is something else entirely.

Taking a deep breath, Mari shook her head as if to clear it and smiled again. Her hands went to both shoulder straps at the same time, pulling them down to her upper arms. While this left her shoulders bare, her massive tits still held the dress upright, and she had to reach to the front of the dress, hook her fingers into the V-neck, and pull it down.

The material still bunched up around her narrow waist, because I hadn't pulled the zipper ALL the way down. It continued for a couple of inches down her ass, and only after she reached back to unzip that part was the material loose enough to fit around her big junk in the trunk and fall to a puddle around her 2-inch heels.