A Secret Revelation Ch. 2

The drive to the mall wasn't long. What took the longest was finding a decent parking spot, and we finally found one, but not before fighting off a minivan who was waiting for the same place. We parked, locked up, and entered the air-conditioned building with exchanged looks of excitement.

"You're brilliant." Tasha said as she smiled at a passing group of guys, who in turn whistled and catcalled. Of course, I was brilliant because I had thought up the idea of going away for a weekend of shopping; and as I shared my smile with a pair of hot guys walking by, I truly thought I was, too.

"If I'm going to die, let me die now, cause I'm in heaven." My best friend joked. "Damn, look at him...and her..."

I laughed and took my hand in hers, pulling her along as she continued to ooh and aah over people that appealed to her. It was almost second nature to hold her hand, and I considered letting go because of the public nature of our surroundings, but decided against it when Tasha squeezed it lightly in affection.

"Watch them look at us." She whispered. It was true; several couples gazed at us curiously, as if we had four heads, but it was the reactions from the guys that I secretly loved. A few could go to the hospital suffering from whiplash with the rate of speed their heads turned when we passed; not only because of the obvious fact of our good-looks, but because we were two girls holding hands. Sure, it may be common for girls who were just friends to hold hands, but people would still imagine what they wanted to imagine. I hoped they did.

First stop was Tasha's favorite department store, which we spent at least a half an hour in while she tried on just about every pair of jeans she came across and insisted on modeling for me (not that it bothered me that much; how could any girl possibly look as hot as she did in a simple pair of jeans?).

"How about these?" Tasha emerged from the dressing room in a pair of slim-fit flared jeans, and turned to yank the sundress up over her rear. "How does my ass look?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Your ass is great no matter what you have over it, baby." It was true, no doubt about that.

"Thank you." She grinned. "Ok, I'll get these and those other two pairs."

"Praise God." I muttered.

Tasha stuck out her tongue before disappearing back inside the dressing room. A few minutes later she reemerged, chosen pairs of jeans tossed over her arm, and motioned me to follow her.

"We should look at the evening dresses. I have an idea."

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"Lets go to dinner tonight. And I don't mean just any eat-in restaurant; I mean a fancy place, where you're almost required to dress up." She explained excitedly. "Don't worry, it'll all be on me. Come on, it's our last night in the city!"

"Sounds like a good idea." I replied, her excitement contagious. She was right. It was time to go all out before heading back home.

"Oh my God, look at this one!" Tasha said in awe, trailing her fingertips over a red, slinky, halter neck strap dress. I could almost picture it on right there: short, tight, and perfectly suited to her slim, curvy build. She flipped the price tag and cringed. "One hundred dollars...ouch."

"Well, keep looking, baby. I'm sure you'll find another for a better price." I murmured consolingly. She sighed and nodded mournfully, her brown eyes lingering stubbornly over the dress. I moved on, a black number immediately catching my attention. A sheath dress made of stretch lycra with 'o' ring link straps and short enough to take my breath away. It put my sundress to shame. I knew right away this was the one I wanted.

"Damn, baby. You should get that one, you would look so hot in it." Tasha breathed. "How much?"

I glanced at the price tag. "One hundred."

She grimaced. "I guess we should keep looking."

Looking back at the dress I ran my hands over the soft, satiny fabric, and then turned back to my friend. "Lets get them. It's our last night in the city, right?"

Tasha smiled brilliantly. "You're so right."

So we splurged and bought the dresses we wanted, stopping briefly in the shoe department; Tasha picked out a pair of black, open toe vamp foot platform sandals with 6" heels, and I settled on a pair of black, open toe strappy vamp foot 6" high heels with an adjustable heel/instep strap. Both purchases practically depleted both our spending spree supply, but we were happy and excited by the evening's future events. We continued to wander around the busy mall, commenting on good-looking guys and eyeing hot girls with raw interest while browsing some of our other favorite stores. Time seemed to fly by with her, and after about two hours of walking, we decided to grab an ice cream cone while we rested on one of the provided benches.

We chose a bench smack in the middle of the mall, where all the traffic seemed to steadily flow by and we had the best vantage point. I sat down with my chocolate cone and Tasha with her strawberry, sitting close enough to lean comfortably into each other while observing the various individuals that crossed our path. It was hard keeping my eyes off my lover, especially when she crossed her right leg over her left, revealing a lean, smooth thigh, which she rested lightly against me. The small amount of contact sent shivers of arousal spinning through my pussy.

"Taste?" Tasha asked, holding out her cone. I leaned forward to get a lick, jumping when she nudged the sweet, cold treat into my mouth, thoroughly coating it as she burst into laughter.

"You know, that ice cream looks good on you," She murmured with an evil little twinkle in her brown eyes, catching my hand before I wiped it away. "May I?"

"Mmmm, you may." I replied, meeting her mouth, cool from the desert, and opening it willingly as she slipped her warm tongue inside to search the eager recess. She tasted like strawberries. When she shifted, but didn't break our kiss, I allowed her to pull my right leg over the bench, so I was facing her, while she did the same with her left leg. We broke to catch our breath, and the evil twinkle in her eyes had quickly progressed into a lusty gaze.

"We're in the middle of the mall." I whispered. Taking a look around, a few people were already staring at us with open hostility; of course, that number was minority compared to the number of people who stared with obvious pleasure. An excited thrill coursed through my body knowing we were being watched, knowing that in a way we were showing off.

Tasha shrugged and slid her hands up my thighs, grabbing hold to lift them up and set them on top of hers; reminding me of the 'spider' position we did on the playground swings when we were younger. "Do you really mind all that much?"

Staring into her pretty brown eyes, I really didn't. I brought my cone up to her mouth, smoothing some of the rich sweet across her lips before licking it off with relish. It tasted ten times as good coming off of my lover, and I moaned softly as her fingers inched upwards under my sundress towards my steadily moistening vagina.

"How wet is Chasey under here?" She murmured. The cones forgotten, I tossed them into a nearby garbage can and fought to control my rate of breathing as her hand disappeared under the lilac colored fabric to my throbbing center. I stiffened as the tip of her finger brushed teasingly across my swollen clit, and I savagely bit my lip as she took the taut bud between thumb and forefinger to lightly pinch.

"Tasha..." I groaned. Of their own accord, my hips nudged forward in an unspoken invitation for more and she leaned forward to capture my mouth with hers, kissing me softly but deeply as she rubbed and teased my soaking pussy. I knew how obvious we must have looked, but kissing Tasha blocked out everything else as my lust for her built like a long dormant volcano. Unable to resist any longer, I slipped a hand beneath her pale yellow sundress and spread apart her wet sex lips, flicking the tip of my middle finger over her aroused clit. She gasped in pleasure and caught my mouth again, making sweet noises in her throat as she slipped a finger inside my tight vagina, working deep to caress the soft walls. My toes curled as she slowly withdrew the digit and pushed it back in, finger fucking me with long, deliberate strokes, sucking hungrily on my bottom lip.

The loud clearing of someone's throat abruptly broke into our heated session, and we hesitantly pulled away from each other to see the disapproving glare of a female security guard. "There are other places to do that, ladies."

Tasha and I exchanged smiles but obligingly rearranged ourselves, giggling as the guard stalked away. I flushed as I sighted a group of guys giving me thumbs up, and then scanned around to see who else might've been watching. Then I saw her.

"Tasha," I whispered. "Look. Over there to your right."

She looked. "Oh my God, Chasey...it's the hot woman from the restaurant."

I nodded mutely. She was standing against a corner facing us, obviously trying to act like she wasn't watching; she looked even sexier than she had in the restaurant. The skirt came barely down to mid-thigh and her blouse was opened daringly low, revealing a seductive amount of cleavage. No other woman had ever really turned me on like Tasha did...but this one was different.

"Do you think she's been watching us?" Tasha asked.

"Yes. Let's go talk to her."

She glanced at me in surprise. "Really?"

"Better yet...let's invite her to dinner with us tonight." I said firmly.

Without another word spoken Tasha took my hand and stood, pulling me along as we headed in the woman's direction. As we came up to her, I could tell she was about my height and looked even better up close. She was gorgeous.

"Hi," Tasha smiled. "I'm Marie, and this is my friend Alexa."

I swallowed my shock. Why did she give her our middle names?

The woman smiled (my knees just about buckled) and held out her hand, politely shaking ours in turn. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Erika."

We decided to sit down in a nearby food court, ordering drinks to sip on while we got acquainted. Erika was single, no children, and worked as vice president of a local advertising firm; she was on her lunch break when we first saw her at the restaurant, and was here at the mall to meet with a new client who wanted to advertise with her company. The person still hadn't shown up.

"Guess they don't want to advertise." Erika chuckled. There was a moment of comfortable silence.

"Let me ask you something." Tasha said. "You saw us at the restaurant, didn't you?"

Erika blushed prettily. "I saw you there eating, yes."

"Is that all you saw?" I murmured. She lowered her big blue eyes shyly, tinkering absently with her straw.

"What do you mean?"

Tasha grinned. "You saw us with Marc the host, didn't you? And just now - you saw us on the benches, too."

"I saw you watching." I added.

"Well, it was kind of hard to miss." Erika replied defensively, and then smiled. "But I get the feeling that was the point."

It was my turn to blush; there was no denying that. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"

Our new friend paused. "Honestly?" We nodded. "I'm thirty-four."

I could picture Tasha practically wetting herself in excitement. "You could pass for twenty any day, Erika." My lover said sincerely.

"Thanks. Don't feel like it sometimes," She laughed. "How old are you two?"

"Twenty-one." I said quickly. Why did it matter if we lied anyway? We would probably never see her again after tonight...

"So is this just a day out for you two?" Erika queried.

"Actually, we're just here for the weekend." Tasha explained. "This is our last night in the city."

Erika's eyebrows rose. "Really? Then maybe you ladies would like to have dinner tonight, my treat, before you go home?"

Tasha and I were quick to agree. The three of us ironed out a plan, agreeing to have Erika pick us up that night at our hotel at around 7 p.m.; she mentioned it was a classy place, which suited us fine. Tasha talked non-stop about it on our way back from the mall.

"God, she is hot...of course, not as hot as you," She glanced over at me with a grin. "What do you think?"

"I think it's time to expand our horizons." I said slyly. "She's curious about being with a girl...so I think it's only right that we show her."

"How do you know that?"

Come to think about it, I wasn't really sure. "I just know." I said simply.

It was already close to three p.m. when we got back to the hotel, and we decided to take a nap before the evening's events. Being as I was so excited it took a good half an hour after Tasha fell asleep for slumber to finally claim me; our wake up call rang promptly at six p.m. to wake us.

Tasha showered first, and I swiftly followed after her. I couldn't wait to get into my new clothes, and to see my sexy best friend in hers; before we did so, we decided to paint our finger and toenails red to add detail to our outfits. Though time consuming I had a feeling the end result would be worth the effort.

"Put your dress on," I urged as I blew on my wet toenails. Tasha flew off the bed and grabbed her dress (we had immediately hung them up when we got back to the hotel) dropping the bath towel wrapped around her body to step into it. I watched anxiously as she pulled it up the length of her slim calves and thighs, past the womanly flare of her hips and over the curve of her breasts, slipping the halter neck strap over her head. She tugged here and straightened there, smoothing the slinky red fabric over her tight body until she was satisfied and looking at me with an expectant look in her brown eyes.

"So...what do you think?"

I blinked and tried to dislodge my tongue from the roof of my mouth; she looked like a different person. "Wow. You look amazing, baby. Beyond amazing."

She grinned. "Seriously? Hurry and get into yours so I can see it."

I did so quickly. When I was settled into it, Tasha could only shake her head in amazement. "Damn, baby, you look unbelievable."

Looking myself over in the vanity mirror, I couldn't believe I was actually wearing this kind of dress; it fit like a second skin and the satiny black cloth left no curve to the imagination.

"Jesus, it's six-thirty." Tasha squealed. We scurried into the bathroom and finished our hair and make-up, leaving our tresses down to cascade over our shoulders. Even as we took a last look in the mirror before heading downstairs, I was shocked by the difference. I felt so confident, so sexy, and so much more...mature.

"We actually look the age I said we are." I giggled.

Tasha rolled her eyes. "Come on, we're going to be late."

We locked up the room and hurried downstairs, stopping short as we sighted Erika in the lobby; my heart began to beat furiously as I took her in. Her thick, medium length blond hair glowed like spun gold under the soft hotel lights and fell past her shoulders in soft curls, framing her delicate face. Perhaps the most striking of all was her dress, which was pure white and held up by thin spaghetti straps over her creamy shoulders, falling just above mid-thigh and fitting like a glove to her firm body. Not to be missed were the sheer white thigh-highs over her shapely legs, and the white stiletto heel's she was carefully balanced upon as she approached us.

"I began to wonder if I was going to be stood up," She grinned. "You two look great."

"You, too, Erika." I managed. My pussy throbbed and tingled as her sweet fragrance swept over me, intoxicating my senses and making me painfully aware of my arousal. I wondered what her pussy looked like, and what she would do if I licked and nibbled on her hard little clit...

"Are we ready to go?" Erika asked.

I snapped to attention. "Definitely. Let's go."

The drive to the restaurant in Erika's SUV was pleasant, comfortable, and surprisingly not far away. A valet took the keys as we exited the vehicle, nearly tripping over himself staring at us while we waited for the admiring doorman, who almost walked into another couple as he ushered us inside the extravagant building.

"This place is great," I commented as we were seated at a table. A band tucked in a corner played a quiet selection of classical music, and the lighting provided a dim, cool atmosphere around us; even the linen covering the table seemed worth more than a week's salary. We settled in our seats, Tasha and Erika on either side of me. A waiter appeared a moment later, handing us menus and relating the evening's special.

"Would you ladies like wine or champagne?" He asked primly. Tasha and I exchanged looks and quickly shook our heads.

"No, thank you. Water is fine." My lover replied. We didn't need to take the chance of accepting and asking for verification of age; getting caught in a lie is the last thing that needed to happen.

"I'll pass as well." Erika agreed.

"I'll return with your water shortly." He said and left. The three of us spent a few minutes looking over the menus, ordering what we wanted when the waiter returned and relaxing as we waited for our dinners. Conversation with Erika was easy; she was open with a great sense of humor, and wasn't afraid to voice her opinions on certain matters. We pointedly avoided any serious topics, such as family and past relationships, instead laughing about men, embarrassing moments, and generally getting to know each other. I noticed when Tasha or I mentioned anything to the tune of women Erika paid special attention, blushing if it were sexual.

"So you two are bisexual, not lesbians?" She asked barely above a whisper.

"That's right," I replied. "Are you bi?"

Our new friend shook her head. "I haven't been with a woman."

At that moment the waiter appeared with our meals, and the table was quiet as we ate in companionable silence. Erika and I met eyes several times through the duration of the dinner, but she would always quickly look away as if she were doing something wrong. She had the darkest pair of blue eyes I had seen; they were mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but fantasize about looking into them as I pleasured her. Would they darken even more? Lighten?

These thoughts dominated my mind as we finished eating and allowed the waiter to clear the table, declining desert when asked. My stomach turned nervously. What happened now?

"How about we go back to the hotel and order desert there? We have some champagne, too." Tasha suggested. "It's a nice room."

Erika smiled. "Sounds good to me."

With that decided we took care of the bill and headed back to the hotel; it took all the willpower in my body not to stare at the length of thigh Erika's dress left uncovered as I sat only a foot away from her in the passenger's seat. This was crazy. Why did she affect me this way? There was no doubt she was beyond gorgeous, but there was something more, something deeper, intriguing. I wanted her.

We pulled into the hotel parking lot and parked next to Tasha's Eclipse, attracting openly admiring looks as the three of us passed through the lobby, into the elevator, and down the hall to our room.

"Excuse the mess," I said apologetically as we filed in. Erika smiled and set her purse down next to ours on the bedside table, kicking off her heels as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You think this is bad, you should see my apartment." She chuckled, lifting her foot and setting it over her knee to massage it. The movement pulled her dress up just a little higher, which in turn offered a tantalizing view of her thigh-high clad legs; was she teasing?

I caught Tasha's brown-eyed gaze and a little thrill went through my body when she gave me a small, smug smile. We removed our shoes and sat down on either side of our guest (Tasha right side, me left side), casually crossing our legs. Desert and champagne, for the moment, were forgotten.