Blended TML Ch 33

Piper and Ines made the drive to Sawgrass Mills once. They’d been together for about two months then, and Ines had foolishly believed that an American shopping mall would compare favorably to a Swiss one. While there were worse ways to spend time than strolling around a mall together, Ines had quickly concluded that American malls were not fairy-tale wonderlands. Sawgrass Mills was not the mall from Season 3 of Stranger Things.

Dreams dashed, Ines and her weapons-grade ADHD quickly became bored and began to misbehave. This had come to a head in the changing room in Nordstrom. Piper had found herself up against the wall with Ines’s head in her skirt. She’d stayed soft for all of two seconds while Ines greedily gobbled away down there.

Piper’s memories are vivid: Staring at the single flimsy curtain between them and the store. Wet panties, stretched and yanked aside. Ines’s tongue, seemingly unstoppable, licking and slurping at her clit. Warm, tingly fingers on her dampening thighs. Body hot all over. Her erect cock sticking out of her panties, half-leaning against Ines’s face while she was wholly focused on Piper’s pussy.

Piper had started out strong. She had nothing on her sexual resume in the genre of doing risky things in public, and was interested in dabbling, but nothing interested her more than impressing Ines. She’d been in control when she lifted her skirt, an equal partner in this little episode. But when Ines fingerbanged her with one hand and jerked her with the other, that kind of went out the window.

Muffling her voice with both hands, pussy gripping Ines’s skillful fingers desperately, she remembers watching in horror as her cock jumped and two long, shiny ropes decorated the hard plastic bench in the changing room.

Cleaning up hadn’t been difficult. The difficult part had been leaving the changing room, knowing how sex-drunk she looked, smelling like pussy, and having a hard time walking right in her wedges. Face beet red, she had clung to Ines’s arm so tightly that her fingers left red marks.

They’d made it halfway home before pulling off and doing it in the backseat. Crushed under Ines’s weight back there, no condom, wet kisses all over her neck, feverish and sweaty in the icy AC air until Ines grunted and came inside so much that Piper, in between noisy orgasms, had all these weird new thoughts about babies.

That had been an incredible day, and that was when the really problematic thoughts had started creeping in. She’d actually pictured herself and Ines, married and having a family.

Changing rooms are a bitch.

Piper tries to idly scroll her phone, but changing rooms always make her think about Ines.

Mary sticks her head out. “OK, come in here.”

Piper puts her phone in her purse, positioning it in front of her to hide how she re-situates her half-chub, then yawns and goes in.

Mary wears black cotton chino shorts and a black crop top. She looks skeptical. The outfit is by no means conservative, but it falls well short of the “slutty” bar that Piper initially suggested.

“Nice try. We have to do skirts. This just doesn’t work,” Piper tells her frankly.

Mary considers her reflection, then sighs. “I know. I’ll find something. You go get the makeup.”

“OK.”

“Matte not shiny for the eyeliner. Don’t actually get black lipstick. Just dark. Not black. Eye shadow gray. Not black.”

“I love that you think I don’t know all this.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you try it. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be patronizing.”

“I’m kidding. I literally would’ve gotten black everything because I’m clueless. I think it’s very cool that you’ve tried it.”

Mary gazes sadly at her reflection. “That’s me. So cool.”