Rochelle visits a friend

Rochelle was too excited to stay in her apartment. Tomorrow, she was flying! Her! Flying! She couldn't believe that she was actually going to go against her parent's wishes and go on vacation, alone. She was giddy and all that pent up energy needed an outlet or she would never sleep tonight. She picked up the phone and called her best friend, Sandra, and wondered if she wanted to go out dancing.

"Hi Sandra! If you don't have any plans right now, I was wondering if you wanted to go check out that new tango class downtown?"

"Hey Rocky! Umm, yeah, I think I can do that. I just need to close up shop here in about an hour and then I am free."

"Great! Do you want me to come down to the shop, or do you just want to meet at the studio?" Rochelle asked.

"Please, come and keep me company. I am so bored! I will pay for our class if you come." Sandra practically begged.

"Sure thing, see ya in 10 to 20 minutes," and hung up.

Rochelle dug out her favorite skirt and blouse set and got dressed while she let the curling iron warm up. Quickly throwing on some make-up and styling her hair, she locked up and headed down the block to where Sandra was working, a book store. She knew that Sandra would make fun of her outfit, she usually did. Even though Rochelle was living by herself, she found it rather hard to dispel 26 years of being told that women should be covered and ashamed of their bodies. Thankfully, Sandra always helped her "free up" her outfit a little. Nothing to ****, Rochelle needed baby steps, and to learn to love herself. She didn't necessarily hate herself, but neither did she know herself.

The bell tinkled as she walked into the book store and instead of finding Sandra, she found the register unattended.

"Hello? Sandra?" Rochelle called out. She heard nothing and was just about to call out again when she heard some giggling coming from the back.

Venturing deeper into the store, she peeked around a bookcase and found Sandra pushed up against the Self-Help section and her boyfriend latched onto her breasts. Rochelle froze and couldn't pull her gaze away from the sight. Sandra's breasts were out of her top and her boyfriend, Josh she thought his name was, although Sandra changed men as regularly as some changed their sheets, had his hand tweaking one nipple while his mouth suckled on the other. She watched as Sandra let her head rest back against the books and a moan drifted out of her, along with another giggle.

Sandra's moans rose in pitch and when Josh shifted, Rochelle could see that his hand was down her pants. Rochelle had searched the internet and watched a little porn, but it always made her uncomfortable, almost a little hot under the collar. She always attributed it to her upbringing and that her increased heart rate was her shame, but watching these two she had a different feeling, like butterflies were settling deep in her stomach and the place between her legs ached. She brought her eyes to the floor.

Rochelle knew that she shouldn't be watching and that she should turn around and wait for her friend at the front of the store. Sandra knew she was coming and she didn't want to be caught watching. How embarrassing that would be! She went to turn away when Sandra started moaning in a way that Rochelle had only heard in the few minutes of porn she had managed to watch. Josh, or whatever his name was, had sunk to his knees, taking Sandra's pants with him. He now had is face buried in the apex of her legs.

Rochelle's cheeks flushed with heat. She knew this was wrong. It was a sin. She was being a voyeur, yet she couldn't take her eyes away.