It’s a nice way to wake up.

There was a little chill in the autumn air, but I had a warm body next to me. Her head rested on my chest and her firm breasts pressed against me. One leg was between mine, and I could feel the touch of her smooth-shaven sex against my hip. I absently stroked her long, dark hair, and let out a sigh of contentment.

Then I came fully awake and my eyes widened as I remembered who was sharing my bed...

****

The night before: Halloween

The latest procession of inebriated guests told me that the party was winding down. Thankfully, Jeanie appeared to have kept her promise and abstained from drinking. She looked steady – and a little irritated – as she helped a stumbling sexy devil up the basement stairs. Jeanie was dressed as a sexy Snow White, and a sexy nurse trailed behind.

Every costume the girls were wearing was of the sexy variety. It had nearly given me a heart attack when the guests started arriving for my daughter’s party, and it had gone on all night as they came up to use the bathroom. Dani’s skin-tight Black Widow costume didn’t help that at all. I had to accept that she was eighteen, but I didn’t have to like it.

Of course, her costume didn’t present much of a threat at that moment, nor had it for about an hour. She was slumped in a chair – passed out drunk. With Jeanie’s departure, only a couple of my daughter’s closest friends remained, so I decided it was safe enough to see about helping her to her room. She’d have been embarrassed to death to have her father drag her back upstairs in front of everyone, so I’d shook my head, rolled my eyes, and waited.

She’d learn her folly come the morning. I knew that all too well from my own youth – long ago as it was.

It appeared I wasn’t the only one who had that idea when my daughter’s best friend Amy walked into view. I let out a silent mental whistle when I saw her bend over and begin giving my daughter light slaps on the cheek, trying to rouse her. Amy wore a stretchy red top emblazoned with the Incredibles logo, which left her midriff bare, black elbow-length gloves, thigh-high black stockings, and a mask. It was her final choice that took the costume to a whole different level, though. She was wearing a pair of bright red and black panties.

Yes, I looked. How could I not? Her tight young butt looked incredible in the dancing light cast by the ceramic jack-o-lanterns and other decorations.

She wasn’t having much luck, though. Dani stirred, and appeared to be protesting, but she certainly wasn’t getting up.

I continued down the stairs and saw my daughter’s other close friend Cindy sprawled on a second-hand couch. Someone had thrown a blanket over her, and she looked as comfortable as she was going to get. Amy turned and smiled at me when the fifth stair squeaked beneath my feet. She then gestured toward Dani.

I chuckled and asked, “Need a hand getting her upstairs?”

“I doubt she can get up, let alone walk.”

“She’ll be regretting it in the morning. So will Cindy, I think,” I said as I finished descending and walked toward her. I honestly have no idea how I kept my eyes in my head, other than the constant exposure to my daughter’s lithe young friends.

“Sucks to be them.”

As if all the exposed skin wasn’t difficult enough to endure, I noticed Amy’s nipples poking at her costume. They were as big around as my fingertip, and there was no way there was a bra between them and the red fabric.

“We’ll see if you get away without a hangover. Need a ride home, or are you staying?” I asked as I pulled my eyes away from the sight.

There was a glint of mischief in her eyes when she answered, “I think I’ll stay.”

I looked at my daughter and shook my head. “You know, that’s where she chose to pass out. I think I’m just going to leave her there. She can add cramped to her hangover in the morning.”

Amy chuckled. “I tried to warn her. We could at least put up the footrest and get her a blanket.”

“Fair enough. I’ll go get a blanket. You may as well use her bed since she isn’t going to.”

“I may do that,” she said while bending over to pull on the lever that raised the footrest.

I spun on my heel to keep my eyes where they belonged. At the top of the stairs, I adjusted my half-swollen member and bopped myself in the forehead. You’re going to get caught staring at her, idiot. You need to behave yourself before you creep her out and she’s afraid to come over here with Dani.

Easier said than done. It had been a while for me – almost a year. Between work and attending everything to do with Dani’s senior year and graduation, there simply hadn’t been time for dating. Somebody had to be there for her. My ex-wife was too busy ruthlessly pursuing her career, which was the main reason she was my ex.

I was still going back and forth between self-recrimination and rationalization when I returned to the basement with the blanket, and had to endure the temptation once more.

“I’ve got it,” Amy said, and then took the blanket from me to spread it over my drooling daughter.

It was time to remove myself from what was becoming an increasingly trying situation. There was no controlling the effect Amy’s barely clad body was having on me. “Like I said, you’re free to use her bed if you want. I’m going to get ready for bed. I can’t stay up all night any more like you kids.”

She chuckled and put one hand on her hip, striking a pose so sexy I had to clench my teeth to keep from gasping. Then she said, “Oh, I bet you could, if you wanted to.”

“I don’t see that happening,” I said. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

I wasn’t half hard when I reached the top of the stairs this time. I had a full-blown, raging erection. It wasn’t drooping much as I grabbed my robe and a pair of boxers, either. The temptation to take care of it in the shower was there, but the same thing that had inspired the problem also discouraged me from that. She was Dani’s friend, and I had to get a grip.

Maybe a bad choice of words there.

I took a long shower, and had put the image of Amy out of my head by the time I stepped out. I was rather proud of myself as I toweled dry and dressed for bed. When I unlocked the door and swung it open, Amy was standing right outside.

Crap.

“Sorry I was in there so long. All yours,” I said, thinking quickly and moving past her.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”

A strange mixture of a groan and a growl rumbled silently through my head as I turned in front of my bedroom door. I kept strict eye contact by some miracle and asked, “What’s that?”

She walked toward me and said, “Well, you’re a guy. What do you think of my costume?”

There’s a question I couldn’t answer honestly. “You did a good job on it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, and rolled her eyes. “Do I look hot?”

Hot enough to catch the room on fire, popped into my head. What I said as I opened the door was, “I really don’t think it’s appropriate for me to say anything about that, Amy.”

“Oh, come on. I barely noticed any of the guys looking at me tonight.”

Either she wasn’t very observant, or the guys who had come to the party were complete idiots – or eunuchs. I stepped into the doorway and said, “I think you should go sleep it off, Amy.”

Before I could close the door, she swept in after me. “I’m not drunk. Come on. Yes, or no?”

I know she was sending painfully obvious signals, but that didn’t stop me from feeling conflicted. She was young, and probably more drunk than she let on. She was my daughter’s best friend. With her standing in my bedroom half-dressed, I was having trouble balancing the scale, though.

While I pondered what to say, she grinned and walked backwards toward my bed. Once she reached it, she climbed in and knelt on the mattress, facing me. Every thought in my head vanished as Amy proved she was nothing like the character she most resembled. Far from being a shrinking violet, she jerked up her top and bared her breasts. Though only a handful, they were firm and perky. Her nipples were just as magnificent as their silhouette had suggested, and a rosy color. The circles that surrounded them were barely larger than the captivating buds, and of the same hue.

Before I could even process that, she shifted position, and jerked her panties aside. Of their own volition, my eyes homed in on her smooth-shaven sex. Two black-vinyl-clad fingers framed her pink pussy, parting the lips to let me see within.

Needless to say, my worries about her feeling creeped out by a dirty old man were unfounded.

My face grew warm, and something else was growing as well. When I recovered enough of my wits to snap my gaze to her face, she was wearing a crooked grin that spoke volumes.

Not bothering to pull her top down, she slid off the bed and sauntered toward me. I took a half-step back, but there was really nowhere to run. I didn’t have enough presence of mind to find the doorknob, let alone use it. The next thing I knew, she was standing bare-breasted in front of me, close enough for me to smell her perfume, which further addled me.

“So, do I look hot?” she asked.

“Too hot to handle,” I answered, finally finding my voice again. It had been a long time since a woman had been that aggressive with me. My wife had been passive and not terribly exciting in bed. Amy’s frontal assault had me reeling.

“I bet you can handle me. Am I making you hard?” She didn’t wait for an answer to that, but instead reached out to see for herself. Her eyes widened behind her mask when she squeezed my swelling manhood, and she gasped, “Oh my god.”

“Amy...” It was all I could manage to spit out as she released me and deftly slipped her hand through the part in my robe. I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me when her fingers closed around me with only the barrier of my boxers between us.

“Wow, you have a big fucking cock,” she said while continuing to explore it with her hand. She grabbed the belt of my robe and jerked loose the knot, letting her see my erection tenting my boxers as well.

“Dani is–”

She cut me off before I could finish. “Totally passed out drunk. She wouldn’t hear a bomb going off right now. My god, are you even completely hard yet?” She moaned and squeezed me tighter.

“Do you really think this is a good idea?”

“You’re hard. I’m horny. The bed is right there. Why not? I’m eighteen now. I can fuck whoever I want, and I want to fuck you. Right now.”

That said, Amy sank to her knees, grabbing my boxers along the way. My cock sprang free to bob in front of her face, and she licked her lips at the sight. Slim arms wrapped around my legs, and out came her tongue.

I groaned, unable to think or move as she tongued the head of my cock. The mask did nothing to disguise the desire in her eyes as she deliberately looked up at me and continued to lick. My cock throbbed, forcing her to chase it, and she chuckled.

“That feel good?” she asked between laps.

“God help me – yes.”

She let go of one leg to wrap her hand around my cock, steadying it in front of her. After one last look at her brilliant blue eyes, she took me in.

“Fuck,” I growled as her soft lips slid up and down my shaft.

Amy moaned around me, adding to the sensation. I looked down at the lithe eighteen-year-old on her knees in front of me, and my fingers tightened in her long, dark locks. Though her teeth scraped me on occasion, it felt amazing. The shaft of my cock glistened in the light, growing wetter with every suck.

Then, my hips twitched forward at just the wrong time, and I saw her cheeks puff out. She pulled back and gasped, streamers of saliva dangling from her lip.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

She swallowed and said, “It’s okay. I’m not used to one as big as yours.”

I’m hardly some porn star with a donkey dong, so naturally, that was a serious ego boost.

She stroked me with the hand still curled around my shaft and reached up to caress my abs. I let my hand slide down to cup her breast, and then pinched her nipple.

“Ah, I like that,” she said in a slow, sensual voice.

“They’re so big.”

“And sensitive. I can almost come just from someone playing with them.” She took the head of my cock between her lips, sucked it, and then let it pop free.

Between the words and her sweet lips, I throbbed and offered up a drop of pre-cum. It had barely emerged before she gathered it up with the tip of her tongue. I shuddered as she savored the taste while looking deep into my eyes.

I had to test it.

“Uh huh,” she said with a smile as I moved my hand to her armpit and tugged upward.

She stood up, but rather than going straight for her nipples, I tilted my head down and kissed her. She responded with a moan and kissed me back, our tongues sliding over each other as our hands roamed.

“Now that was a kiss. Wow,” she said when our lips parted.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I said as soon as the thought entered my head.

Her hot breath tickling my lips, she said, “Show me.”

I wriggled out of the boxers clinging to my ankles, caressing her sides as I did so. She stepped backward as I moved toward the bed, staying in sync with me. When her legs touched the mattress, she sat down, and then reclined with her legs parted wide enough for me to see every bit of her sweet young pussy.

Her body was like a buffet of delights, and I had no idea which one to taste first. I shrugged off my robe while she teased her folds with one hand and caressed her breast with the other. She drew in a deep breath as I leaned over her on the bed, and then moaned, “Mmm hmm,” as I moved in on her right breast.

Vinyl gloves dug into my back and twined into my hair as I sucked her nipple between my lips. If her shudder and sharp whimper were any indication, she wasn’t exaggerating about how sensitive the buds were. It was every bit as exciting to me. I could really wrap my lips around them and suck them, even stroking them with my lips. Being able to feel every bump and crevice drove me to explore with my tongue, making her writhe beneath me and gasp.

I sighed as I released her nipple in preparation to seek out its twin. When the breeze kissed the erect nub, her back arched and she shivered. Catching the reaction, I blew a tight stream of air at her nipple, drawing a cry from her.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered while tugging me toward her other breast.

There was no way I was going to stop at that point. I engulfed her other nipple, sucking even harder than before. A turn of my head let me look to the side and see that her face was flushed and her eyes were rolled up into her head. Her fingers dug into my back and my scalp. Her body writhed and trembled beneath me.

I blew on her wetted nipple before switching back, and received the same nearly violent reaction of pleasure from her.

She genuinely seemed to be climbing toward a peak, but she had said it could almost make her come, not get her there. Before taking her nipple in again, I settled down on one hip next to her, and slid a hand between her legs.

Her panties were still off-center from where she’d tugged them aside, and in the cleft, rather than covering it. The material was damp when I touched it, and the wet heat beneath made me groan around her nipple. She drew in a long, quavering breath when I slipped my finger between her folds, and she cried out, “Oh yeah,” when I moved the slippery digit to her clit.

With her nipple clamped tightly between my lips, I rubbed her clit in fast circles. Her panties wanted to creep back in the way, so I paused long enough to slide my hand into them from above. Once that distraction was taken care of, I was able to concentrate on her nipple and let my fingers go without thought.

I was so completely absorbed in her incredible nipples and hot young pussy that I wasn’t prepared when she crossed the line from almost to there in only a couple of minutes. She lurched and screamed as orgasm claimed her, making me lose contact with her clit – not that it seemed to matter. I’d been sucking her nipple hard enough to hold onto it, and that seemed to be all she needed. My eyes watered as her fingers fisted in my hair, tugging at the roots. She held me tight against her breast and thrashed in climax, yelps and squeals bursting from her lips between hard breaths.

At some point, she let go of my head, and I lifted up onto one arm to watch. I had never seen anything as exciting as her young body in the throes of passion. Her flushed forehead glistened with sweat. Her eyes were tightly closed behind her mask. She continued to twitch, gasp, and whimper for quite some time even after the initial shock had released her.

Finally, her eyes popped open and she sucked in a deep breath. I could feel the strain of the smile on my face already, but it grew even wider when she said, “I t-told you.”

“Guess you weren’t kidding.”

“Nuh uh,” she said, and then scooted over toward the middle of the bed.

I followed right after, and as soon as I settled, I reached over to rub her nipple with my fingertip. “I can’t get enough of them.”

She moaned and said, “I can tell. There’s something else I want, though.” Shiny black fingers once again found my cock. “I’m tired of boys. I want to be fucked by a man.”

Her insistent tug on my hard member left little doubt about when she wanted that, and my cock was certainly agreeing with her.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she said as I sat up.

Amy pushed down her panties, and I took over when they reached her thighs. I pulled the damp red and black cloth down her sexy legs, and then gave them a toss. That’s when she showed me that she had more in common with a different character from the movie. She parted her legs and pulled her knees back, demonstrating remarkable flexibility, offering up her pussy to me.

Aching as I was to bury my cock inside her, I couldn’t resist a taste.

“No,” she protested when I dived in, but the O turned sharp and loud when my tongue washed over her.

I breathed in the perfume of her arousal as I lapped her. I’m sure it was as much the excitement and danger of it as anything, but her pussy tasted like none I’d ever gone down on before. I relished her with fast laps, drinking up her sweet nectar while she shuddered and twitched.

I’d barely gotten started when she curled her fingers around the back of my head and tried to pull me up. I resisted, turning my attention to her clit, but that earned me a tug on my hair as well. I reluctantly let her pull me away from her folds, and continued to follow the guidance of her hands all the way to her other lips.

The kiss was hungry – needy. I matched it, and my heart raced when her tongue slipped down to my chin, licking up her own juices.

“You like me tasting my pussy?” she asked before gathering up more of her wetness from above my lip.

I kissed her hard before answering with a question of my own, “Do you like it?”

“I love it. But that’s why I want you inside me. I need cock. I can get my pussy licked any time I want, as long as I return the favor.”

I stiffened as a thought hit me, and she must have seen the shock in my eyes.

“Cindy,” she reassured me. “Dani’s not into it.”

That was far more than I needed to know, but at least it dispelled the disturbing thought that had popped into my head.

“Fuck me. Please. I need it. I need your cock. I need it now.”

And after hearing that, I needed it just as badly.

I rose up onto my knees, and on a whim, pulled her toward me rather than moving toward her.

Amy’s eyes widened and she gasped. “Oh, yeah. Take what you want.”

A growl rumbled in my throat, brought on by her sultry tone. I grabbed my cock just behind the head and ran it up and down her moist folds. Every stroke drew a brief, explosive breath from her, which was immediately followed by sucking the air back in. When I guided the tip down into position at the entrance of her canal, the last gasp was longer, and much higher in pitch.

We both groaned as I slid inside her. I know for sure that I hadn’t felt a pussy that tight since I was her age. With no more than a couple of inches inside her, her pussy clamped down. The strength of her clenching walls was enough to make me pause.

The words tumbled from her lips in a near-squeal. “Oh my fucking god. So big.”

Poor girl must have been dating needle-dicks. Not that I was unhappy with the comparison.

I eased back on the pressure without withdrawing, and felt the viselike grip of her velvety walls relax. As soon as that happened, I pushed inside her, fighting the resistance when her canal squeezed again. A shocked cry from her mingled with my grunt when I buried myself balls deep inside her.

“Holy... Holy fuck,” she exclaimed as I held myself inside her.

My voice deep and tight, I said, “Your pussy feels so good.”

“God, you feel like you’re going to split me in half.”

My hardness slid out of her an inch or two as I leaned over her body. Even that movement was enough to make her slap her hands to the mattress and gather up the comforter in her clenched fingers, though. She squealed when I took one of her big nipples between my lips again. I sucked it hard while gyrating my hips, stirring my cock inside her.

Amy panted, her arms and legs both wrapping around me. I kept the pressure on, even giving her the slightest nip of my teeth. I had to tug her top out of the way to reach her other breast, because it had slipped down over the globe. Soon enough, I had the stiff bud between my lips to suck and tongue it.

“Ah!” she cried out, and then groaned when I gave her a quick pump of my hips. It was only about half a stroke, but it was enough to cause her to dig her fingers into me.

I sucked her nipple hard, flipping it with my tongue at the same time. My hips worked, sliding my cock in and out of her satiny sheath. Her breathing picked up, and she grunted or whimpered every time I buried myself to the hilt.

She was wrapped around me like a second skin. There wasn’t a centimeter of me that wasn’t in contact with her hot, wet walls. Despite that, I was managing to hold on. I’d half worried that I would end up a minuteman after so long without, and with such an unbelievable woman breaking me out of the dry spell. Fortunately, my prowess hadn’t deserted me.

“Faster,” she pleaded in a breathless voice.

I tried, and succeeded to some small degree. The truth is, my back isn’t what it used to be, and the awkward position was uncomfortable. As reluctant as I was to give up having her big nipples between my lips, I had to straighten over her.

An explosive growl escaped me when I took my first full thrust into her depths. She cried out, her head snapping forward as I hit bottom. For the next half-dozen thrusts, her mouth gaped open, though she didn’t make a sound. Then she jerked, and let out a loud squeal.

Her eyes locked with mine and she demanded, “Yes. Faster. Harder.”

I tightened my grip on her thigh with one hand and moved the other between her legs. She whimpered when I began rubbing my thumb up and down over her hood and picked up the pace.

I’d always been lucky enough to have good stamina, but Amy was certainly testing that. I could feel warmth swelling in my cock, but bent my will to resisting it. Her body rocked as I slammed into her, making her breasts bounce. She loudly voiced her pleasure, which should have alarmed me, but I was too caught up in the intensity to care.

I wasn’t remotely prepared when she exploded in orgasm.

Her scream echoed from the walls as she half sat up and her fingers and toes curled. Yet another character’s powers came into play as her canal constricted around me with what felt like superhuman strength. I froze with my cock buried to the hilt inside her, but kept my fingers moving. She trembled, and squeaky cries escaped her with each new wave of orgasmic energy.

I was in awe as I watched her come, pinned to the bed by my cock. No woman I’d ever been with had ever come like that – let alone one so young and sexy. I gave her clit respite, and she slowly came back to earth, gasping for breath.

“Fuck! Oh my god,” She said when her eyes regained focus.

“That was... Damn.”

She gave an exaggerated nod of her head and said, “Uh huh.”

Her walls were still rhythmically squeezing around me, though the frequency diminished with every passing second. “You come at the drop of a hat.”

A weary sounding chuckle escaped her. “Only when I’m really turned on, and not usually that hard. Did you?”

I shook my head and said, “No.”

She moaned in approval and squeezed her breasts. “I want you to take me from behind.”

We both groaned as I pulled free of her. She beckoned me with a wave, and I slid over, following the silent guidance of her hands into a position where she could take me in her mouth. I got chills from the sight of her sucking me clean of her pussy juice.

She made a yummy sound as I slipped from between her lips, which she then licked. After a grin and a chuckle, she rolled over and rose up on her hands and knees. I moved behind her, watching her wiggle her tight little ass, and then gave her buttocks a squeeze.

Still wiggling in a hypnotic dance, she said, “Give it to me.”

I took aim and dived back into her barely-legal pussy, pulling back on her hips as I thrust. She cried out, “Yeah!” as our bodies collided with a clap, and then straightened her back, pulling her arms behind her and crossing her hands over her butt.

“Like this,” she said.

If I hadn’t seen it in porn, I probably wouldn’t have known what to do. I grabbed her wrists, adjusted my stance, and gave her what she wanted.

With the first thrust, she squealed, “Yes!” The next time I slammed home, it was, “Fuck me!” Then it was “Hard!” and “Fast!”

Holding on tight to her wrists, I did just that. Her little butt jiggled as I rammed my cock into her depths with everything I had. Loud smacks, my growls, and her whimpers joined together in a symphony of pure, primal sex.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see us in the mirror. I looked over to see her face was tight and flushed. Her breasts quivered erratically as the shockwaves of my assault traveled up her body. She was so wet that droplets were squirting out around my cock as I pounded it into her, and dribbling down my balls. Pulling back on her arms every time I thrust let me fuck her even harder.

Once again, she climbed her mountain of pleasure quickly. I could hear it in her cries, feel it in her tight pussy, and see it in her face, full of beautiful agony. The warm tickle in my cock grew hotter by the moment, and I went to war. I refused to go off until she came again.

“F-fuck m-m-me! Gonna... Gonna come!” she screamed.

I growled, “Yeah. Come for me baby,” in response, barely holding on.

She squealed, “I...” followed by several sounds that were almost, but not quite words, and then loosed a screech that I’m surprised didn’t shatter the windows. Her body tensed and her pussy clenched as orgasm ripped through her. And that was when my endurance failed me as well.

“Going to come,” I spit out as I let go of one of her arms and jerked free of her hot embrace.

Amy managed to pull her other arm free and rolled over. Still crying out and jerking in climax, she wriggled in close enough to take my pussy-slick cock in hand and aim it over her taut body. She didn’t even have to stroke it. I roared as the first hard spurt shot out, spattering her breasts and her chin. A second eruption followed hot on the heels of the first.

On and on it went, my eyes pinching shut from the ecstasy. I could hear her muttering encouragement between her pants and whimpers, but couldn’t make out the words. When I finally ceased to spurt, I opened my eyes to see her still holding my cock, and looking down at her cum-streaked body with a look of delight.

****

My morning erection throbbed from the memory, and I was looking directly at her panties hanging from the footboard, where they’d landed when I tossed them. The rest of her costume and the cum-soaked shirt she’d used to clean us up with lay on the floor.

With the hours of temptation from young, barely-dressed bodies and the whirlwind of her seduction over, I had to deal with the consequences. A look at the clock told me it was only six a.m. There was at least some hope that Dani hadn’t woken up from her drunken stupor yet.

That left Amy, though. I had no way of knowing how drunk she really was the night before. As good as she felt lying atop me, it also meant I couldn’t even get up and pull on some clothes without awakening her. I was trapped in a prison of warm, soft skin, and thoroughly conflicted about it.

She stirred and let out a quiet groan, causing my heart to race. Slowly, but surely, her eyes fluttered open, and she yawned. She stretched, and then her eyes finally met mine.

The relief I felt when she smiled and said, “Morning,” is beyond words.

“Morning. Uhm...”

“I should probably get up, into the shower, and dressed before Dani wakes up, huh? Is that what you were going to say?”

“Something like that,” I admitted.

She chuckled. “Relax. She’ll never find out.”

“What about you?”

“Me? You made me come so hard I couldn’t see straight. I am so good with it. I’ve fantasized about it for like forever.”

That surprised me, as she’d never really flirted with me or any such thing that I’d noticed. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. I diddle myself all the time imagining it. Guess I can just remember from now on.”

She pulled back the covers and sat up. I sighed at the sight of her beautiful nude body as she once again stretched, arching her back.

“Okay, I’m going to go get in the shower,” she said before dropping down onto her hands for a kiss. As soon as our lips parted, she slid off the bed and bent down to pick up her costume.

“You were amazing,” I said as I watched her stand back up.

She flashed me her crooked grin, held up her top with the logo facing me, and said, “Don’t you mean incredible?”

She had a very good point.