"I can't believe you're going on a date with one of Matthew's buddies," Amber said just as she took a selfie and posted it to her i********:. "What did you say his name was again?"
"Uhhhhhh... Jordan," Kimberly mumbled from the fitting room as she squeezed herself into the tiniest dress she had ever tried on.
"Is he cute?"
"Oh, yes. Very."
"You lucky girl. He's Matthew's age, isn't he?"
"I don... I guess. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. Only here I am, wasting my time with the boys while you're not even a week in town, and you've scored a date with a hot 20-something-year-old."
"How's this one?" Kimberly asked, walking out of the fitting room clad in a black minidress. It was up to specification: short, tight, with a cleavage so deep she felt bare-breasted.
"f**k, so hot..." Amber murmured, he
