Shelly immediately latched herself onto the guy she’d liked from across the room, grinding her ass against him. Her dress hitched up so high that Meg could see a little triangle of Shelly’s white underwear. She was relieved that Shelly was actually wearing underwear, though Meg wasn’t sure how she’d fit them under her tight dress. The bridesmaids paired off with other guys from Shelly’s guy’s social circle. One of them sidled up to Meg. “So, how’s it going?” he asked, trying to dance up on her. “Nope,” she said, elbowing him away. “b***h,” he sniped, dancing over behind Shelly, effectively making a bride sandwich with his friend. The barb didn’t sting Meg. She was mostly relieved that he’d left her alone. The last thing she wanted to do was act like as big a slut as the rest of the girls w
