I unburden my soul

My mind is in a complete fog because of the fantasy that I just had in this dressing room. I had a daydream where Nami roughly fucked me in this dressing room until she impregnated me. Nami treated me like a **** in my fantasy and I know that she would not do that to me. Is this not the same woman to stopped to cheer up a crying girl even though she didn't know her? As far as having a baby goes, I know that I do not want to do that until I at least graduate high school and get a job. My blonde friend once told me that futanari pheromones are partially responsible for my sexual attraction towards her, but she isn't even in the room this name. I may have to face up to the fact that I am a huge pervert.

I know that there is nothing left for me to do but to change back into my school uniform and to put the dress that I was trying on back on its hanger. Once that is done, I wonder back into the main store without having any idea where I was going. The cute model quickly saw me arrive and comes over to put her hand on my right shoulder. It was quite embarrassing when Nami made contact with me because the contact made me jump and call a lot of attention to myself.

"Ah!" I yelped in complete surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Nami spoke with wide open eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," I grumbled.

"Do you want to try again?" Nami scolded me while folding her arms across her chest. I almost felt as if my mother was the one scolding me.

"I just have a lot on my mind and I don't want to talk about it with all of these people around," I hedged.

"We'll talk about it in my car then," the blonde hottie said while patting my right shoulder to calm me down a little. "Do you like the dress?"

"Yes, thank you," I replied with a smile. I was certainly happy to have a subject change at least for a little while.

I watched my friend pay for my birthday dress and then hand it to me. It briefly occurred to me that I probably would never be able to afford a dress this extravagant and shiny on my own. A knot formed in my stomach when Nami's car came into view because I knew that I would have to unburden my soul as soon as I sat down in the passenger seat. I hardly realized it when it I did sit down since my mind was still clouded. I knew that I had a few seconds to gather my thoughts while Nami put up the top of her convertible for privacy. It still wasn't long enough when Nami repeated that question that I was dreading to hear.

"Are you okay?"

I was of a little leery of saying what was on my mind because it felt like that the fantasy that I had in the dress shop was pressing hard on my heart. I did not know how the knowledge of her being in so many of my fantasies was going to make the model react. Would she proud or offended? Maybe our talk wouldn't stir any feelings at all inside her. Whatever happened, I knew that the time to act was now. I took a short breath to steady myself and I got the ball rolling.

"I'm falling hard for you," I confessed while staring directly into Nami's eyes so that she would have no doubt about the truthfulness of my statement. I must say that looking into her eyes is difficult for me since I always get captivated by them. I feel like I can get so lost in the futa's beautiful blue eyes.

"The feeling is mutual, Suki," Nami let me know with a smile. "How could I not fall for a pretty and energetic girl like you?"

"The problem is that I have all of these wild fantasies about you every time we meet," I complained.

"I told you the reason why that is happening," Nami reminded me.

"I do not think that pheromones are to blame this time since you were not in the dressing room," I said while shaking my head.

"You just now how a fantasy about me?" Nami asked while arching her right eyebrow.

"I imagined that you walked into the dressing room and had sex with me until I got pregnant and I know that I am not ready for that," I revealed while hanging my head a little to express the shame caused by my dirty thoughts.

"You have to know that I would never take advantage of you," my hot friend promised me.

"I know, but it bothers me to find out that I am a big pervert," I grumbled. "I must be if I am thinking about all of these dark sexual things that I am not ready for."

"We are all perverts," the model explained while lightly touching my left shoulder to comfort me. "It's just that some of us are bigger perverts than others. The secret is learning how to control these impulses."

"I am scared, but I do not know if I am scared of you or myself," I said with a low tone with my hands on my knees.

"It sounds like you are scared of both," Nami guessed. "Listen, Suki. I like you a lot, but you might feel more comfortable dating a normal girl. I know that you would be a lot safer since you would not have to worry about a normal girl bombarding you with wild desires."

"You are not getting rid of me that easily!" I laughed to shock my friend into opening her mouth slightly. "If my attraction to you was based simply on your enhanced pheromones then I would consider leaving, but there is more to my attraction than that. I just know there is."

"How can you be so sure?" Nami wondered.

How could I be so sure that I was not being dragged helplessly by futanari pheromones? I mean, I can hardly control my thoughts when I am around this girl. I sat back in my seat for a couple of seconds while trying to find a real link between Nami and I. I smiled when I found two reasons why Nami and I should be together. I knew the time was right to give the blonde those reasons.

"When I bumped into you on the street, all it took was one second for me to get lost in your beautiful eyes. I have never in my life seen that shade of blue before. I do not know much about pheromones, but I am sure that they do not work that quickly. Besides, you are the kindest person that I have ever met. Kindness has nothing to with sex."

"Those are good reasons," Nami admitted with a smile that stunned me into a second's worth of silence.

"I need you to do me a favor," I begged.

"Of course," Nami replied.

"There are going to be times when it is easier for you to resist than me, so..." I started to ask.

"I promise that I won't let you do something that you are not ready for," Nami interrupted.

I looked at the hot model for more than a couple of seconds and started to lose control of myself again. I could not help but lean across the car and try to kiss Nami, but she saw my attack coming and turned her head so I only kissed her cheek.

"I think that I had better drive you home so you don't get overheated," Nami ordered. "We'll have plenty of fun celebrating your birthday tomorrow."

"Thank you for caring so much," I acknowledge. I could not help but wonder what Nami had planned for me tomorrow.