Chapter 23

We peeled ourselves off the now sticky bedsheets. The smell of sex and syrup filled the air. I quickly gathered the sheets from the bed and walked them over to the washing machine, and tossed them in. Riley put the syrup back in the fridge. It was now half full from where it once was.

“What now?” I asked Riley, as I touched my stomach with my finger and watched it stick momentarily.

She laughed, “I think we need another shower.”

“I think you’re right. Come on.”

We walked back to the bathroom, where our towels still hung wet on the drying rack. I turned the water on and waited for it to heat up again. It didn’t take very long, and soon, we were back under the hot water; steam filling the room once more.

“Jane, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, you know you can ask me anything,” I said, as I lathered Riley’s back with soap.

“Do you think you’d want to be with another girl?”

Her question seemed strange to me since she was the only girl I’d ever been with. I’d had sex with more men than her already, and she didn’t seem to question me on that. I was curious about what brought on this question, so I decided to try and find out what was going on in her head.

“I don’t know, maybe. Why do you ask?”

“I’m not sure. It probably sounds stupid, but when I saw you kiss your friend Val, I got a little jealous. We just spent most of the morning in bed together, and I just thought, would I do this with another girl? I don’t know if I would.”

I was taken aback that Riley felt jealous over a little kiss with Val. I always thought of Riley as pretty cool as a cucumber for most things. Sure, she wouldn’t go as wild in bed as I did with guys, but she never displayed any signs of jealousy about it. I was the anxious one, the mess who was always lost in my own head. It was weird to see her vulnerable like that, but I also didn’t want to lie to her.

“Truthfully, I don’t know what I’d do if the opportunity with another girl, maybe even Val or Becca, presented itself. I was always so wracked with anxiety about most stuff that I would freeze up. Knowing and being with you has helped me in ways I never thought possible, but you know I like to be submissive. If Brad or someone else asked me, I’d do it. If it was a girl, one on one, like with you? Maybe. I don’t know. No matter what, I love you and I want to eat that delicious peach of a pussy of yours.”

Riley wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck. I felt her hands stop on my lower back and wondered if she was about to start up something sexual again, but she didn’t.

“I’m sorry, I’m being stupid,” Riley said, her face inches from mine under the spray of water.

“No, you’re not. We have something really special. A connection I’ve never felt with anyone before. There’s no way I’d ever even consider doing any of the things we’ve done if I didn’t feel so comfortable with you. If I ever do end up with my face in another’s girl’s pussy, just know I’d rather it be yours.”

Riley slapped my ass, “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Jane.”

“I try,” I replied, giving her ass a light smack.

“Should we actually get dressed and leave the apartment today?” Riley asked as I turned the water off.

I grumbled, “If we have to.”

“We do, since the bed is being washed. Besides, we don’t want to wear you out before you have your father tonight, if you choose to go through with it.”

“And if I did?” I asked as I dried my hair with the wet towel.

“Then I’ll help you do it, just like you helped me with my Dad.”

“You’re the best!”

“I know,” Riley said with her usual warm smile.

After another hour of flirting and fooling around, Riley and I put on some clothes for the first time that day. It was still early afternoon, with my parents not likely to return from work for another three to four hours. I tossed my now washed bed sheets into the dryer and turned it on. I figured if we got back before they got home, the sheets would be done, and I could make the bed without them knowing. If not, I guess I could lie and say I soiled the bed in my drunken state, which wasn’t a good thing.

“Yeah, let’s get back before you have to say that,” Riley laughed as I told her the plan.

“I actually think the truth would be less embarrassing,” I admitted.

“Probably. How would your parents react if you told them you were having a torrid love affair with your exact double and got syrup all over your bed while we messed around?”

I thought for a minute, “Uh ... that is an interesting question. I know they wouldn’t have a problem with the lesbian thing. They already had a talk with me when I wasn’t dating guys...”

“Your parents thought you were gay?” Riley asked, astonished.

“I don’t know if they thought that or not. I think they just wanted me to know that it was ok if I was, I guess.”

“I guess that’s nice,” Riley said. “Your Dad’s going to find out a few things tonight though.”

“Yeah...” I paused. I hadn’t really thought about that. If I did go for it, how much would I tell Dad about what I’d been up to? I would have to at least come clean about my relationship with Riley as she would likely be directly involved tonight in some capacity. But would I tell him about Curtis? Or Ross? Or ... Brad? One thing I certainly wouldn’t tell him about was what had happened with Tucker. I don’t think I want my Dad to feel that shame. I didn’t want him to think of his little girl as some kind of whore.

“Are you ok?” Riley asked, probably seeing the far off look in my eyes.

“Uh ... yeah, I think. Just thinking about what might happen if I go through with things tonight. My parents have been blissfully ignorant of what I’ve been up to since the camping trip. The thought of my Dad finding out even half the stuff I’ve been doing is kind of terrifying.”

Riley seemed to ponder things herself. “You’re right, I hadn’t fully thought about the scope of everything. With my Dad, it was just James and then you. I think he was just happy I wasn’t mad about the roleplay the two of you were doing. But with you, there’s a lot more going on now.”

“Exactly. I think he’d be fine with the two of us. Should I tell him about what your Dad and I did? Or any of the other guys I’ve hooked up with? What would my Dad think of me then, if he knew?” I asked rhetorically.

“Maybe you don’t have to go into details. You can just say you hooked up a few times before him, then wait to see how he reacts. I’m sure tonight he’ll just be happy to be with you, and me, too.” Riley smiled at me at the last part of her sentence. I think I knew she wanted to be involved in whatever might happen tonight.

“Might be a good idea,” I said as I grabbed my keys and purse to leave the apartment. “I wouldn’t want him to go to jail for killing Brad.”

Riley chuckled, “No, that would be bad. It would be a waste of good dick.”

I let Riley exit first, giving her ass a nice spank on the way by, and then I closed and locked the door. We chatted more generally as we walked through the building, and went down the stairs until we made it to the front entrance. A stiff breeze greeted us when I opened the door, and we walked down the concrete steps to the sidewalk. I was glad I decided to wear a pair of brown shorts instead of the skirt I had originally planned to wear, as I watched Riley struggle to keep hers from blowing up. I think several of the middle-aged men who walked near us wished for a sudden gust as well.

“So, where do you want to go?” I asked as we walked towards some of the retail stores we’d been to earlier.

“I was thinking of buying that cute little red thing we saw at the lingerie store. I think James would like it.” She then spoke softer, “ ... and Dad, too.”

“You’re so BAD!” I teased, giving her a playful shove.

Riley quickly retorted, “You’re one to talk. Think how good you’d look in something like that.”

“I don’t have the money to buy that stuff,” I argued.

“Didn’t that creep give you $300?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t keep it. If I kept that money, I’d be everything he said I was,” I said, embarrassed to even think about that dirty money again.

“What did you do with it then?” she asked, as we approached the store, Hidden Miss.

“I gave it to Brad to give back to him. I didn’t even like having it in my room.”

“While it’s probably the right decision, just think how good you’d look wearing that.” Riley had stopped in front of a display window of the lingerie store and was pointing to a very sexy white teddy.

I could imagine it, as I looked at the sexy display. I thought about walking into Brad’s apartment with that under my house coat. The look on his face as he stripped off my outer coverings to find the sexy surprise underneath. I think he would like that, but would Dad? Beyond my teasing, I hadn’t really even attempted to learn what he liked. Was he a sweet and innocent type of guy, or a more leather and lace person? With the exception of my old school uniform, I never really had to ‘dress-up’ for a guy beyond a sexy dress or skirt. Looking at the lingerie in the window, I couldn’t help thinking about doing it in the future.

Riley and I entered the store, the salesgirl behind the counter greeted us as we approached. Riley ran over and grabbed the red-lace outfit in the size she’d tried on the other day. The $250 price tag dangled next to her hand.

“Are you going to get something, too? Or at least try something on?” Riley asked, clearly trying to tempt me.

“No, I want to but...”

“I know, you don’t have the money. Just humor me.” Riley turned to the salesgirl, a pretty redhead with rusty-copper hair, “Excuse me, do you have that nice little white set in a size that would fit Jane here?” as she pointed towards the display window.

The girl eyed me up and down, sizing me up. I reluctantly uncrossed my arms and twirled, allowing her to roughly get my proportions. I didn’t want to waste the girl’s time trying something that I knew I couldn’t afford to buy, but Riley seemed determined. In truth, I couldn’t help but be a little curious how I’d look in something like that. The girl smiled and nodded, disappearing briefly into the backroom of the store before returning with one still sealed in a plastic bag.

“Go on, give it a try in the change room,” the girl said, ushering me towards a cubicle.

I shut the curtain behind me, looked in the mirror, and sighed. I hung my purse on a hook and undressed, before opening the loud crinkly plastic packaging of the outfit. As I broke the seal, my fingers touched the silky soft material inside. I’d never touched anything like this, let alone worn it.

I held it up to my nearly naked body, store rules required panties be worn underneath the garments for sanitary reasons, which made sense. I slipped my legs into the leg openings and pulled it up over myself, letting my arms slip inside the straps. It hugged my small breasts, pushing them slightly together to give me a little more cleavage than normal. The sheer material left little to the imagination, but I guessed that was the point.

It was cut high-up along the crotch, over my hips. There was just a small strip of opaque material hiding where my slit would be. Over my stomach, the material was a lace mesh, soft and sexy. You could easily see all my curves and features going up to the inlay bra, which had small patches of white silk to cover my nipples, while the rest of my breasts were visible through the mesh material.

“Let me see, let me see!” Riley cheered outside the curtain, but I didn’t want to open it. As I looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw. Not because it didn’t look good, it looked incredible on me. It was because I knew I couldn’t afford it. But I knew Riley. There was no way I’d get out of there without letting her see how I looked. I reached out and pulled open the curtain.

“Oh my God!” Riley said, her hand over her mouth. Over her shoulder, I saw the salesgirl peek at me too, a little grin across her pale lips. I felt my face turn red with embarrassment and tried to shut the curtain, but Riley stopped me.

“You look so good!” Riley cooed, beckoning me to turn around so she could see the back too. Knowing there was no escape, I did as I was told. I heard a slight gasp from behind me, but I couldn’t tell if it was from Riley or the redhead, which made me want to crawl into a hole and die. I rotated back to face both of them. They now stood next to each other right in front of the open doorway.

“It looks beautiful on you,” the redhead salesgirl said. She stood close enough that I could see into her green eyes just above her freckled nose. I wasn’t sure if her eyes were green from genetics or because she saw a potential sale in her future.

Riley nodded, her smile as wide as the sea. “It really does, Jane. You could get anyone you wanted wearing something like that.”

“You’re sister’s right,” the salesgirl said, looking me over once again. “You definitely could get anyone you wanted.”

She smiled at me again and I forgot to correct her about Riley. Her eyes seemed to twinkle now from the overhead lights, which made them look like emerald pools under a starry night. I felt like I was getting lost in them. There must be something wrong with me, I told myself after giving my head a shake. I couldn’t help but feel like she was flirting with me a little, but that could also just be a sales technique. The lingerie equivalent of the hard sell.

“I don’t even want to know how much it costs. There’s no way I could afford it,” I said, as I dejectedly drooped my shoulders in a pout.

“It’s $300,” the salesgirl said, then spoke softly. “I’m sure I could give you a little discount as well.”

I hung my head in shame and grumbled, “Sorry, even if it was $150...”

“You only get that kind of discount if you work here,” the girl said, her smile never leaving her face. “We get cost plus 10% on everything in the store.”

Her eyes darted around the store, checking for other customers. Then she did something surprising. She unbuttoned the two highest buttons on the delicate baby-blue blouse she was wearing. She showed Riley and I the sexy black bra she was wearing underneath her clothes. It also allowed me to see her freckles went down even lower on her chest than I thought.

As she buttoned herself back up, she winked at me and said, “I’ve got the matching set of panties on underneath as well. Maybe you need a job.”

I turned to look at Riley, and she had a crooked little smile on her face. I could almost hear the gears turning under that head of blonde hair. All I could think in my head at that moment was how overly friendly this salesgirl was ... and sexy.