To a room in the backstore

I watched as the trio walked away from the table. I stared at my Sarah and her large, perfect ass, trapped in that expensive-looking tight dress, as it jiggled beautifully with every step she took. Zoe had some really nice wide hips, and her thighs were amazing, but her puffed skirt didn't let me check out her ass properly. She could've been hiding something under it and I would never know! Monica's skirt was also tight, so her ample ass was a beauty to behold.

Just before they disappeared behind a door, I could clearly see Zoe placing her hand on Sarah's ass and give her a big squeeze. I shook my head. I shouldn't be checking out Sarah's girlfriends. They were beautiful (not as beautiful as Sarah, though), but I felt guilty of noticing their bodies like that.

I let a minute pass before I continue eating my pasta. It was actually really good. A nice combination of sauce, cheese, and herbs. It was what one could expect of a fancy place, although Monica insisted it was a café, not a restaurant. I enjoyed my dinner, despite eating alone for most of it.

I looked around from time to time. Girls came and went, and I noticed the Magical Latte was fairly popular among them. I could see the baristas taking turns on making them, as I could watch them doing that weird shaking technique rather frequently. Everyone seemed to like that drink, although it was all basically milk, apparently. I preferred milk in my coffee, not just milk, so I didn't feel like trying it.

I finished my salad, and I noticed it'd been half an hour already, so I texted Sarah.

» Hey. Is everything alright? How's the uniform?

Sarah took around eight minutes to reply.

» Amazing! I'm trying two, but we need to check several positions. They feel so good in me!

Or at least that was what I read, because a second later she edited it. Now it said poses instead of positions, and on me instead of in me. Which made more sense, actually. Waitresses need to be moving all the time, so it made sense they needed to check how it looked with different motions. And the other one was a simple letter typo, which was unimportant. The sensation of the fabric on one's skin is not to be overlooked! I replied:

» Alright, Sarah. Take your time, then!

I didn't mind waiting. She was helping a couple girlfriends. Sarah was always so good and kind-hearted.

» We'll cum out soon.

She texted that to me a couple minutes after that. It was weird, since she almost never abbreviated anything. Why use cum instead of come? She didn't even edit it this time. Well, I guessed I had to wait.

I ordered an Americano to another waitress to help with the wait.

"Wasn't there another girl serving you?" She asked me.

"Yeah. Monica. But she took my girlfriend Sarah and her friend Zoe to try on some uniforms, or something."

"Oooh... Suuuure..." She said as she wrote my simple order. "I know Zoe. And I know Sarah too. I've met her several times. She's a great girl."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, she's one of our best clients! Zoe values her immensely.They go to the backstore a lot, you know."

"Oh, she helps her frequently?" Of course, Zoe valued Sarah's opinions on café matters. It made me so happy they were such good friends.

"Oh, definitely. If Monica is there, then they're probably taking turns. We usually do that when there's another waitress with them."

"Oh, I get it." I bet if the uniforms were cute, everyone would like to take a turn posing and taking photos of it. I just giggled. Girls, am I right?

The waitress left with a giggle too, and brought me my coffee soon after. It was probably my imagination, but among the background music, the clattering of cups and spoons, and the voices of waitresses and costumers, I heard something. It was a distant, kind of rhythmic high-pitched sigh, and an accompanying plaf plaf plaf! sound, which was repeatedly hammering something wet and soft. Were they churning butter or something like that? I tried to distract myself with my phone, but that noise kept on going. Had it been there from the very beginning and I had ignored it all this time? Or had it just started? I didn't want to pay attention to it, but I just couldn't avoid it.

I stood up, looked around, and tried to follow the sound. After a couple minutes, I could locate it somewhere in the back of the place. Maybe... Behind that door that Sarah, Zoe, and Monica...

"Hello! May I help you, sir?" Another waitress had come to me, blocking my way.

"Ah... Yes, do you hear that?" The girl remained still for a while, but she couldn't hear anything. "That... Sound?"

"It's probably our coffee machines. Do not worry sir, our machines work properly."

As soon as she said that, the sound stopped. There were only some sighs that could probably come from the tables of women enjoying a nice meal.

"Anything else I could help you with?"

"No... No, thank you."

I turned around and, as I was walking back to our table, I heard the door open, and Sarah, Zoe, and Monica walked out. They were laughing, and Zoe was specially radiant, like when she got the massage. Sarah's legs trembled a little bit, which was probably because she had been standing for... What? 45 minutes since they entered the room? She must've been so tired of modeling and posing. I was so glad she'd helped her girlfriends!

I noticed some differences, though. Monica wasn't wearing pantyhose anymore, and the bow that had decorated her blouse was now tied tightly right under Sarah's breasts, making them more prominent, threatening to spill out of her cleavage. But there was nothing wrong, right? They were just trying new uniforms, or course they were gonna play with clothes.

"Hi! Welcome back! You did take more than a little! How did it all go?"

"Oh, amazing!" Sarah said with a tired sigh, but a huge smile. "They were beautiful from up close, and they felt so nicely against my skin! I wouldn't mind being with them all day long!"

"I think they were kinda tight, don't you think?" Monica said with a giggle, as she put a hand on my girlfriend's shoulder.

"No, I think they fit perfectly all the way." Zoe commented, putting her hand on my girlfriend's other shoulder.

"I agree with both." Sarah decided. "It was a good kind of tight. One that feels very good, and is enjoyable to feel for very long without getting sore."

The trio laughed, and I chuckled too. It was very clear they had had a good time trying on those uniforms, and they'd loved them. And Sarah had a great point! Tight clothes can be bothersome after a while if they're too tight, but if they're the perfect fit, or even a little more, they can be quite comfy. Besides, I think it's something good that those waitress wear slightly tight outfits.

"Alright. Are you ready to go home, girls? Or do you need to try on more clothes?"

They laughed again.

"Oh, Liam, we would stay all night trying on clothes if we could! But I'm feeling like a shower, actually. It's been a... Kinda tiring day." Sarah said as she hugged the other two ladies.

"I'll go pay the check." Zoe said with her soft voice. I noticed her big, round glasses were a little foggy and had a couple of sweat drops. I thought she might be having some hardness, but she walked so gleefully she almost hovered to the table.

As she chatted with Monica about payment, Sarah pulled me away a for a little while.

"So... What do you think of Zoe, Liam?" She asked me.

"Huh? Well... She's nice. She seems like a good person, and she admires you a lot."

"She does?"

"She's constantly singing your praises." I chuckled.

"She is an angel. And what do you think of her?" She winked when she said the word think. "Do you think she's cute? Hot?"

"What? No."

"Oh, you don't think she's cute? Really?"

"Sarah, I'm not gonna call another girl cute when I have you."

She smiled and gave me one of those sweet kisses that steal my heart.

"You're such a good boy, Liam" That comment felt weird, but I liked it. "But I really want to know. She's one of my dearest girlfriends, and I want to know your opinion, given she's gonna stay with us... So tell me, is she cute?"

I glanced at Zoe as she's paying. I had to admit it.

"She is cute."

"Agreed." Her voice was unusually playful. "Tell me more."

"Uh... I like her hair, and her eyes too. She has nice thighs."

"Nice? Only nice, Liam? I thought you were being honest with me. Those thighs are soft and thick, anyone would gladly die smothered by them!"

I could just chuckle at her comment, and she did too.

"If she wore shorts more often, you'd see what an amazing ass she has." Sarah added. Now I didn't know if she was joking or if she was longing for her friend's body for real. "Do you think she's hot?"

"Sarah, I..."

"We're just talking Liam. It's not like you're gonna cheat on me with her, right?"

"Of course not!"

"So you can tell me if you think she's hot or not. I do think she is, of course."

I sighed. "Yes. I think Zoe is hot."

She smiled widely. I didn't fully understand why she wanted me to say that.

"I like that. I love sharing what we think. Communication is essential for a long relationship. Thank you for being honest with me. Now I know I can tell you what I think of my girlfriends and there'll be nothing wrong or weird about it."

I got it now. We were about to spend our whole lives in together, or course we needed to be able to be sincere with each other! We kissed and we took another taxi home. Once again, Sarah and Zoe shared the back seat.