Yes, Lil follows.

"I need to go pee," Bernie said. She hoped for a few minutes of privacy to take care of her nervous arousal from the fitting at "Hot".

"Great minds think alike," Lil said. She giggled. "I don't wanna have to cross my legs while we're getting our cards read."

Bernie and Lil walked into the women's room. Lil checked herself out in the mirror briefly, and Bernie took the corner stall.

At least she could get a little relief, Bernie thought. She put her "Hot" bag on the folding shelf by the door, then lowered her shorts and panties and sat down on the seat. Bernie sighed as she started peeing.

She heard the next door swing open and shut. She recognized Lil's white sandals under the partition. The folding shelf squeaked down as Lil stowed her own "Hot" bag. Cloth sighed on skin, and Bernie saw Lil's denim cutoffs drop to her ankles.

Lil sighed. The tinkling sound of her urine joined Bernie's.

Bernie's bladder emptied. She patted herself dry and waited, hoping Lil would finish up.

Lil's stream trickled to a halt. Bernie heard tearing paper from the next stall, soft patting noises, and a flush. She smiled and slipped two fingers between her labia at the base, touching her vaginal entrance for moisture. She thought about the salesgirl Lei, her hands touching Bernie's breasts and buttocks a little too familiarly as she measured Bernie's size. Having Lei touch her while Lillian watched had put Bernie into an uncomfortable but definite state of arousal, her nipples and clit throbbing, her cheeks hot. Now if Lil would just get up and out...

The seat next door creaked, but Lil didn't leave the stall. Bernie heard Lil's little purse snap open.

Bernie waited impatiently for Lil to finish up, thinking of Lei, then drifting to Gary. She smiled. She was looking forward to tonight. Gary's parents didn't mind her staying over, but sometimes the way they looked at her in the morning . . . it felt like they were undressing her with their eyes, imagining their son Gary spreading her legs, mounting and riding her. Especially Gary's mom. It gave her that same embarrassed-aroused feeling she got at "Hot" under Lei's hands and Lil's eyes. Strangely, her mom's nude women's pleasure circles were much easier for Bernie, because although she was nude and masturbating under the eyes of a circle of women, all of them were nude and masturbating too. She moved her moist fingertips slowly and silently through her labia, up to her clit, around and down.

What was keeping Lillian? She looked down under the partition and saw Lillian's toe tapping gently. Bernie looked down at her own foot, which was tapping along with her finger strokes, at just about the same rhythm. She felt a flash of embarrassment.

"Bernie, Bernie?" came a whisper at the wall edge of the partition.

"Yes Lil?" she whispered back.

"Wasn't that Chinese salesgirl sexy?"

"Yes," Bernie whispered.

"Was she hitting on us? Like, REALLY hitting on us?"

Bernie paused. "Yes," she whispered.

"Are you touching yourself too?"

Bernie didn't say anything, but let her fingers move in longer, faster circles around her vulva. The moist little sounds were in time with her tapping foot.

Lil sighed. From behind the partition, Bernie could hear the wet kiss-kiss sounds of Lil's moist fingertips on her slick labia and clit.

Bernie paused. She opened her fat little nylon purse and fished out a travel size bottle of lubricant. She squirted it onto her active fingers, making a wet bubbling sound. Bernie then stroked her swollen clit, smoothed by the lube. She sighed.

Lil's breath caught, not quite a sob. She slid her white-sandaled foot under the wall. Her little toe touched Bernie's, exposed in her brown sandals.

Bernie pressed back, wiggling her toe against Lil's. Toe on toe...dry on dry. Bernie had an impulse. She dribbled a few drops of lube on her toe and Lil's, and wiggled her golden toe against Lil's pink one in the slippery lubricant.

"Oh fuck!" gasped Lil. She coughed. Her leg stiffened. Her toe slipped and her foot pressed hard against Bernie's. Her breath hissed in, and she stifled a moan.

Bernie drew back her foot, slipped it out of her sandal and put it on top of Lil's, continuing to stroke her clit with slippery fingers.

Lil's straining, ragged breaths sounded like she was trying to hold in something loud. Her foot moved in little jolts, despite the pressure of Bernie's bare foot.

Bernie stretched her foot further over and pinched Lil's big toe with hers. She pinched her clit with finger and thumb.

Lil sighed and sucked in a breath, her breath catching halfway. She stifled another moan. Her leg stiffened and her foot twitched. There was a little tinkle in Lil's bowl.

Bernie diddled her thumb up and down over her clit. The faint, frantic sounds and rhythmic motions from Lil pushed her up toward her own orgasm. Bernie felt Lil's foot twitch under her own every four-fifths second, pumping little jolts of sex up through Bernie's leg. Bernie closed her eyes, imagining Lil's pretty face, flushed, damp, tight with pleasure, and let her climax take her. She abandoned herself to the warm waves of orgasm taking her up, up, up. Her breath came deep and hard, but quietly enough. A second, higher climax shook out a soft moan.

Bernie and Lil rested a few minutes before settling their clothes and leaving the stalls.

As they were washing up at the sinks, Lil put her hand on Bernie's. Bernie looked at Lil, then down, suddenly shy.

"Was it wrong?" Lil asked.

Bernie paused. She thought what her mother might say. "No," she said.

"Should...should we do it again?" Lil asked. She squeezed Bernie's hand.

Bernie took a breath. She had just enjoyed a hot, exciting time with Lil, but she didn't know what to think. Bernie had had women lovers, but she was pretty sure that Lil was a novice and on the rebound from a nasty breakup with a bad boyfriend. And Bernie already had a lover, a boyfriend who would make love to her tonight... Lil's brother Gary. And her cousin Ben was coming to visit soon... her, um, kissing cousin. Too many complications already. Maybe she should distract Lil, take her to her mom's Sensuality Circle, or fix her up with one of her lesbian friends. But Lil was looking expectant. Looking beautiful, and a little needy. She didn't want to break Lil's heart again. What to do?

"Let's..." Bernie began.