Chance Meeting

As you saunter down the long open hallways of the mall, your gaze flits about, and you feel almost hypnotized by the low hum of the crowd and the click clacking of your heels.

Eventually your eyes settle on a smaller, more trendy clothing store.

You slurp at your drink for a moment, lost in thought. "Hmm... could use a new top.... but this place can get pricey. That pizza place across the way sure does smell good, but damn girl if you're gonna be hitting on every skirt in town, you can't be packing on any extra pounds. Maybe I should head over to the bookstore on the other end, usually a higher class of lady hangs around..."

You're so absorbed in thought, you are taken completely by surprise when a pair of arms wrap you in a hug from behind.

"Guess who~!"

You're so startled your smoothie slips out of your hand, and as it hits the ground the top pops off and a small fountain of red slush splatters your legs and skirt.

"Oh shit! Oh no K, your clothes!"

You're basically frozen in place, you can feel the cold smoothie sliding down your calves as you half turn to a short young blonde woman standing behind you.

Your eyes focus on Amy, your younger sister Shannon's best friend and fellow cheerleader. She's wearing white tennis shoes and her trademark short jean cutoffs, as well as a tank top with 'Capital High Vikings' blazoned across the front. Her pretty features are scrunched up in an almost comical expression of dismay as she looks at the mess.

She fans herself with both hands, her distress evident. "Ohmygodohmygod K, I am so so sorry. Here let me help you with that!!"

Amy digs into her dark blue purse, and within seconds pulls out a wad of wet wipes, a sad frown still creasing her cute face.

Before you can protest, Amy is on her knees in front of you, the cold wet wipes rubbing up and down your calves.

"Uh Amy, you really don't need to..." You start, looking down at her.

"No no K, I did this, I can clean it up, just hold still it'll only take a second." She continues to wipe at your nylon clad legs, her rubbing slowly making its way up to your knees, then to your thighs.

You look down at her as she continues to wipe, and your horny mind starts to race. Fuck, were you really so touch starved that just having a friend help you clean up was getting you hot and bothered? You'd known Amy her whole life, she spent more time at your house than her own on account of a couple narcissistic asshole parents. As a matter of fact, she had spent so much time with you and Shannon that she was practically your other sister. She could be a little impulsive, maybe even a tad ditzy at times, but there wasn't a nicer, sweeter person on the planet.

People in the crowded mall have stopped to look, and the smoothie gal from earlier has her phone out. Your face turns as red as the smoothie.

"Umm Amy..."

"Almost done K, can't believe I made you drop your drink, that was so dumb of me. I just saw you standing there, and I hadn't seen you in months... and...and..." She sounds close to tears.

You give her another half second trying to think how to get her to stop, then you jump nearly a foot in the air as you feel her hand start to move up under your skirt.

"OOOOOOOOK Amy, that's good Hahaha!!" You try to cover your reaction by faking a laugh, your hands instinctively going to pull your skirt back down.

Still on her knees, Amy looks up at you quizzically, she sniffles a little. "Are you sure K? I am so sorry, that was a stupid thing to do, I shouldn't have startled you like that."

You move forward to help her to her feet, but the limber cheerleader is able to bounce up without any assistance.

"I think I got it all K, are you sure you don't want me to check to be sure?" Her hand reaches out towards your waist, and you jump again, palms up.

"No no Amy, that's great hahaha! It was really my fault for zoning out in public like that." You try to put on a reassuring smile, your face still red as a beet.

"And don't worry," You add still trying to be reassuring, "The hugs are appreciated. Why don't I just slip out of the nylons for now, come on." You take Amy by the hand and lead her away from the crowd.

After slipping out of your nylons in the mall restroom and stuffing them in your purse, you meet Amy again in the hallway.

She opens her mouth to speak but you stop her with a hand wave. "No more apologizing, got it? It was just an accident. Besides, now I get to go bare legged, like you." You do a quick turn, hands on your hips, imitating a runway model.

Amy laughs. It's a musical sound, and you find yourself joining in. "So what are you up to, K? You're all dressed to kill, hope I didn't delay you form meeting a special someone..." Amy's eyebrows go up, and she smiles at you.

You laugh. "Oh no, just kinda window shopping. I just... wanted to feel pretty today, you know? Thought I might hit a couple stores then probably head home. How about you?"

"Well I was going to meet my friend Brooke for some shopping... in fact she's probably waiting for me. You know what, I should really get going K, but uhh, why don't we catch up later? Like tonight we could grab a bite or something? Just the two of us! My treat, I did ruin your smoothie after all."

That sounds like a date! Your horny mind exclaims.

"Haha you got yourself a date!" You say, then internally wince. Why would you say something like that? That was dumb. What was your fucking problem today?

"Sounds good, I'll text ya later babe!" Amy called damn near everyone 'babe'. You know this. Your horny ass brain knows it. But still when she says it to you with that warm smile and and gorgeous green eyes, you can't stop your heart from fluttering.

She turns and jogs down the hall back towards the mall proper and try as you might you can't stop staring at as she leaves. Holy cow her legs looked fit and tan, and those cutoffs! If she wanted them any shorter there'd be nothing left!

You watch her ass bounce away a second longer than shake your head. She'd only turned 18 a few months ago, and she was a dear friend. It felt wrong to be ogling her like this, but you were having trouble stopping yourself.

"You could never really do anything, its Amy for crying out loud" you tell yourself. "you're just fucking horny. It'll pass."

You sigh and shoulder your purse.