Liz, her longtime friend.

Robin spun around and was greeted by Liz's hungry eyes.

"Liz? What... what did you say?" Robin said, her face becoming flushed.

"I said," Liz whispered, strolling inside the dressing room stall, "'that dress was made for you. In fact, you look good enough to eat.'" Liz silently closed the door behind her and qiuckly slid the lock in place.

When Liz turned to face Robin again, her face glowed a bright crimson hue. Her burning cheeks complemented the stark color of soft strawberry, the color of the newly found dress she wore.

As Liz stepped closer and closer, her heart pounded... no, it raced feverishly, as Robin felt she was about to black out. But Liz stepped in, and had supported and embraced the shellshocked soul. Liz nuzzled against her friend's neck, urging her senses to return back to her.

Yes, Robin more than admired her beauty, she dreamt about Liz often throughout the years they have known each other. But while Liz would seduce anyone or anything, Robin was a bit more reserved. Gentle and shy, she wouldn't ever succumb her deepest fantasies. But it seems that her deepest fantasy had found her.

And, as her mind was swimming in a sea of confusion, Robin felt a truly feminine touch cup her left breast and tease the hardened nipple. The nipple strained through the fabric for more attention. So Liz gave it much more attention. She slid the fabric off the breast and delicately teased the burning teat between the prettiest pearly whites Robin has ever seen. She closed her teeth firmly around the nipple and gently tugged at it a few times before swirling her hot tongue over the aching areola.

Liz smiled sinfully into Robin's confused stare and got Robin to her feet. Or at least tried to. Robin's knees didn't want to function quite yet. Being friends with Liz so long, Robin had no idea she could be like this. Her eyes began to burn a little as she thought about the lost time being with men when she should have listened to her most intimate desires. Liz restored the covering to Robin's left breast, whispering in her ear that they should leave.

Robin could hardly agree any stronger, as Robin's knees had regained most of their strength. Liz had rubbed her exposed back, giving her friend even more strength, as she reached for the door.

Robin stumbled a bit out the door, with Liz following closely behind. They had walked straight to the counter where Liz paid for the dress in cash. Liz glanced over to Robin and saw that she was still feeling numb and confused. Liz smiled to the cashier behind the counter as she wholesomely rubbed her partners shoulder, one of her nails scratching Robin ever-so gently.

Robin knew this was going to be a night... no, a friendship to remember for a lifetime.

As Liz guides her slightly drunken and confused friend to the silver Jaguar waiting outside, Liz offers to drive to her place. Robin could only shrug and move her lips, though she barely made a sound.