Normal Stuff With 3 Female Friends in a Changing Room

I had to admit, shopping with Cordelia was more fun than I expected.

Sure, the girl was haughty, arrogant, and only cared about herself, but she had great taste, knew all the shops, and "Daddy's credit card". That was a game changer all on its own.

I was surprised that she was paying for anything we bought at all, but she said it felt good to help her friends. Sure, it was her Father helping us, but I didn't point that out.

For the most part though, we were there to help Willow. She wanted some sexier clothing for Oz. Well, she didn't say for Oz, but obviously that is what she meant. So we spent the day trying on lingerie. I was bit surprised by how conservative Cordelia was in her choices, not a single option even exposed her nipples, but she did seem to be enjoying herself, so I guess that is the most important part.

The only thing that was a little strange about the evening was a question Willow asked us when we were changing, "Hey, do either of you shave?"

It took me a moment to think about what she meant. I just blushed in response. I had been keeping my personal grooming on a very regular basis recently, but sure wasn't going to talk about that.

Willow, surprisingly, didn't have that hangup. "I've been giving it a try. And I'm worried I might have knicked myself down there. Could one of you check?"

I thought the suggestion was going a tad too far, but Cordelia was quick to respond, "Yeah, I'll take a look."

And just like that Willow stripped out of her clothes as Cordelia got down on her knees in front of her. "You're going to need to get a little higher, Willow."

Strangely, this was one of the few changing rooms that didn't have anything to stand on. Crazy that Willow hadn't brought it up until we were in here. "Can you give me a lift, Buff?" she asked.

Well, super strength does have its uses. I originally put my hands under her arms, but she instead moved it so I was wrapped around her, my hands circling around her torso right below her boobs. I didn't have to lift her very high so that Cordy was eye level with her pussy.

"I don't see any knicks," Cordelia said. "Though I can tell its freshly shaved."

"Something hurts. Could you try rubbing it a little? Maybe that will relieve the pain."

Again I thought this was going too far, but Cordelia didn't have a problem with it. Something must have been hurt, because Willow started to moan as Cordy touched her pussy.

"Maybe some extra moisture will help," I heard Cordelia say. From my position I couldn't see anything. Cordelia must have gotten some moisturizer from her purse, because the long gasp of pleasure from Willow told me it was helping.

"Massage my tits, Buffy," Willow said between gasps.

I shrugged. She could at least say please. But I only needed one hand to hold her as my other hand reached up and begin to massage her boobs.

Cordelia must have hit a sensitive spot, because Willow suddenly leaned back and kissed me as her body began to spasm, basically screaming into my mouth. I kissed her back. I didn't want anyone to hear us. Would be hard to explain why we were doing a medical check on our friend right now.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth. That was new. She must really appreciate what I was doing.

Once Willow's spasms had stopped I gently set her back down. Her feet seemed unsteady, "You're going to have to be more careful with the razor next time," I told her.

"Yeah, or get someone to help me," she said with a wink.

I shook my head. I didn't want to hear about her plans for Oz.

As we got dressed, Willow pointed something out, "We've had a great time today. Oh, I kissed Buffy. Cordy, you should kiss her as well. She really helped out."

I was going to say she didn't have to, but Cordy stepped forward and kissed me. Also with tongue. I guess it had been a good day for her.

Though she tasted different then before. A new chapstick maybe? There was a bit of a sheen on her chin, but I didn't ask about it.

Instead we got dressed and called it a day. Cordy said she'd probably pushed the card as far as she could. She still had to convince her Dad to buy some of the chocolates that we all suddenly had to sell.