It Takes Two

Finding a seat on the cushioned bench outside the three recessed changing rooms, I plopped down and watched Mal enter the furthest room. I could be watching Road House right now, I thought to myself.

The door to the dressing room didn't close all the way, not securely anyway. You had to ease it shut, otherwise it would open back up by itself. Mal struggled with this, but eventually got it to close as she hung the dresses and outfits. I pulled out my phone and browsed around before looking back up, hearing a zip. The door had opened up slightly, about an inch. From the thin sliver of space I could see Mal's back. Nothing indecent. Not at the moment anyway. I saw her hand reach back for the zipper on the dress and wildly swung around for it before finally grasping it. With about two tugs, she managed to pull it down about halfway, exposing her neck and the center of her back, and the thin strip of pale skin grew as she shrugged her shoulders and slouched the dress off her back.

My heart raced and I went back to my phone, my entire face burning and curiosity nearly getting the better of me as I heard the dress fall to the ground. My neck hurt, I suddenly convinced myself, twisting it from side to side. No that wouldn't help, I needed to lift it up, it wasn't good to crane my neck down for so long. So I lifted my head up, stretching my neck a bit and catching a glimpse of Mal in her underwear with her back to me. Same familiar black panties from the night before, same curvaceous bum. I pursed my lips, feeling a lump in my throat form and drooping my head down once she reached to put on the first dress.

"You didn't open this to sneak a peek did you?" I heard. I again lifted my head up and saw Mal in the pink wrap dress. It looked natural on her, perfectly complimenting her fair skin and bright platinum hair. The cap sleeves and deep cut showed off her body well, and the dress was clearly made for a smaller busted woman as her breasts strained the front open and exposed a bit of her cleavage. She was obviously more dressed than I had seen her, but something about her looked softer, more delicate.

"That's a great look on you." I said, trying to remain neutral.

"You think?" she asked, spinning around a bit. She giggled to herself and threw her head back, a bit pink. "Ok that was the most stereotypical thing I could have done but I love it. I don't care what you have to say."

"It looks great on you."

"Regardless of anything you might say," she continued, speaking over me. "Do you think they'd hold it for me? Until I got my purse, I mean."

"Yeah, maybe." I said. "C'mon try out the next one."

"Well don't rush me, jeez." she said walking back in. She really did look beautiful in it. She'd probably have no hard time attracting guys. Bastards probably. Absolute scum, the lot of them. I shouldn't judge so harshly I thought, I just wished ill upon them is all. "Hey tell the woman to hold this!" Mal said, interrupting my thoughts. I rose and walked over, spotting the dress on a hanger held out from the door. Not thinking, I opened the door and got an eye full of Mallory in her underwear. She yelled at me, naturally, but I didn't bother arguing this time, simply taking the dress over to the old woman and giving her a wink as she rang it up.

Heading back, I noticed the door was once again ajar, but this time open a bit more than last time. It must have been open a good two inches, spotting a topless Mal holding another dress up and examining it. I almost said something, but kept my mouth shut and watched. She then proceeded to unbutton it and I made myself scarce as she turned towards the door. I was sure I had been caught, my ears ringing and cock rising to attention as I heard a quiet "Kenny?"

Breathing heavy, I walked towards the room again and saw the door open a good half foot now. Mal seemed oblivious, turning towards me with a wide smile. She had on a pale green off the shoulder button front dress, one that completely exposed her smooth, flawless shoulders. Once again, she looked stunning.

"Woah," I accidentally blurted out with complete honesty. This caused Mal to blush a deep red now, but rather than laugh or look away she just continued to smile.

"Stop," she said quietly. "I don't know about this one."

"Why not?" I asked legitimately confused. It was a bit more daring, something I didn't imagine her wearing, but still.

"It's...okay this is going to sound dumb," she demurred. "Promise not to tell Willow?"

"I think we can chalk up this whole weekend as not being told to Willow." I responded.

"I don't like the way it makes my collarbones and shoulders stick out." Her voice sounded so feeble and quiet, she was legitimately concerned. Of course I thought that was all bullshit. I hadn't particularly noticed any problem with this, but looking at her chest, I saw her collarbones did indeed look particularly noticeable, raised and reaching all the way to her shoulders. She looked a bit bony, if that was the right word, with small shoulders in between rounded shoulders in addition to her chest. I glanced up to Mal's face, seeing her look like a cornered animal. She needed some reassurance. I'd answer calmly- diplomatically even.

"You look," I began. My next words weighed heavily on me and were important. I tightened my lips before continuing. "You look beautiful Mallory, I mean it. No one will notice anyway, and as lame as it sounds your personality shines through. And if they don't, they won't care. You know what? I'll even get the dress for you, wear it out." Mal smiled appreciatively and didn't decline my offer. "Besides they'll be too busy making fun of your laugh."

"Ass." she said giving me a playful shove.

"I think you mean, garsh." I said imitating Goofy once more, poking her her shoulder with my index finger. Mal made a quiet, playful noise, jostling back slightly. Her eyes fluttered, the both of us looking at one another in silence. Having just built her confidence up, I wasn't sure what came over me but I ended up poking her shoulder again, this time dragging my finger down her collarbone to her chest. Her chest sunk in a bit, her collar even more noticeable now. Goosebumps all over her chest rose, and while not audible, I saw her chest rise and fall with heavy breaths.

"Kenny," she whispered.

I dragged my finger over her shoulders, to her neck. She sighed heavy and tilted her head away from my finger, closing her eyes and breathing out. Soon, more fingers joined before my entire hand caressed the nape of her neck while my thumb rubbed up and down. Mal tilted her head back into my hand, looking at me with yearning. Her lips were slightly parted, plump and looking particularly attractive to me. My hand caressed her her neck more, squeezing a bit which in turn made her head lean in a bit closer to me. Mal's eyes roamed over me, looking up and down before leaning in more.

My heart ached, feeling tight and heavy with desire. I didn't think about it, I didn't want to think twice about it. I leaned in and kissed Mal, pressing our lips together gently. We kissed once, with an audible smooch. Mal's breathing grew intense, the sound of our forbidden kiss seemingly pushed her over the edge and we couldn't stop kissing one another. My other hand then joined in, holding her head with both and kissing her long and hard.

Just as quickly as the passion ignited in me and spread, it ended just as quickly. We moved away from one another, both of us looking at one another, panicking.

"We just really did that." Mal said mortified. She didn't say anything more, or even give me the chance to say anything back and she disappeared in the changing room. I simply sighed and walked away, cursing myself for acting on what felt right.

"The off the shoulder one too." I said passing the shopkeeper.

***

We made our way down the street in step with one another, but worlds apart. There were no words, not even a look in each other's direction. Only the sound of paper bags eased the tension.

I had kissed Ken. Again. Well, to be precise, he had kissed me first. The onus was on him, but it takes two to tango. I had waited in the changing room, unsure of how to feel. I wanted to cry, but each time I tried, I felt as though I was obligated to. There was no legitimate reason for me to cry, nor was there any sadness in me. It felt amazing, and truth be told, I would have kept going had I been able to.

But this wasn't a fantasy I was living in. This was going to have real consequences. That first kiss we had felt cheeky and stupid, innocent almost. But this was creeping into a feeling that felt more concrete, a fascination which was not fleeting- at least I was beginning to think it wasn't. What I felt was so strong, so heart wrenching. The guilt was awful but the idea of denying it was even worse. I looked over at Ken, currently blank faced and looking ahead. He in turn turned my way but afraid of what he might say, I opted to look away. I had thought about something my grandmother had told me once, that doing something naughty became easier to do each time. Not with me, I affirmed, I would pump the brakes hard now.

As fate would have it, however, the bag in my hand was beginning to feel heavy. It was a bit on the nose, but I pulled the bag up, giving my arm a break. Ken had ended up giving the woman at the shop his card to pay for all the outfits I tried on, something I initially felt was him buying my silence, but that obviously couldn't have been true- he had given her the card before. I had worn out the off the shoulder dress, along with a pair of simple white flats I had been trying on. My old dress and shoes were in the bag along with two other outfits. He must have spent over $200, all for ME. So why was he ignoring me?

"Here," he said reaching out. "Let me get that bag for you."

It wasn't much, but it was a start. At least he wasn't going to ignore me- that was the worst.

"Thanks." I said handing him the bag. I wasn't sure why things had gone the way they did. I could have said stop, but I didn't feel like saying 'Hey Ken careful, touching my shoulders gets me really fucking horny.' Just my luck I ended up wearing the damn dress out, with the slightest breeze sending my stomach into knots and nipples brazenly pressing against the thin green fabric. My thighs glowed with warmth, craving attention, desperate for a pair of hands to grasp them and push them apart.

Ken and I spotted a bench and in our shared daze, we sat ourselves down, watching the tranquility of the morning unfold around us. Birds bounced about on the ground looking for food, cars drove by and the occasional passerby glanced our direction. An elderly couple walked by at a glacial pace, both turning towards our direction and giving us a smile. The silence was getting to me, ringing in my ears with the torture of feeling so forsaken.

Without remorse or regret, I leaned over and pressed myself against Ken's side. I was not rebuffed, and his cold posturing eased up. His body relaxed, allowing me to find comfort against him. My face pressed against his shirt, with a sharp inhale wafting the scent from it- the very same I had picked up on his bed. The rapid beat of his heart soothed me, my face growing a bit numb and burning with a smouldering affection as his arm wrapped around my body. I didn't want this to end.

Time wasn't on my mind, entering a bit of a fugue state and only responding to his hand rubbing on my upper arm, or his face leaning into my hair. Did he kiss my head? I could have sworn he had. Seemingly from nowhere, a duck from the nearby pond wandered in front of us with a blithe waddle, quacking quietly to itself before speeding up and quacking louder.

"Donald." I said softly. I heard Ken laugh quietly, moving off of me, his hand lifting off of my shoulders and lightly scratching my back. It felt good, making me arch my back like a cat. "Mmm, lower, slave."

Ken responded by sticking his finger into my ear and wriggling it around wildly.

"Let's get going." he said standing up. I scooped one back in one hand and looked at the other. Before I could though, Ken offered his hand to me and helped me back up, his grip soft but firm- firm enough that I found trouble slipping my hand out from it. Picking up my second bag, we walked back to his car.

The drive was equally quiet, if uneventful beside the fact that Ken held the door open for me- a first! We took a more direct path this time, however, which was fine by me. An unspoken urgency gripped the inside of Ken's car, simply wanting to be away from the world at large and be somewhere more private. City gave way to tree lined streets, and so my head began to clear. I felt a bit more serene, feeling like things might be okay in spite of everything that had transpired. I don't remember parking, walking or the flight of stairs; everything was rushed the closer we got to the apartment.

And yet on arrival...nothing. I expected something to happen immediately, for the rising tension to resolve with a singular, magical moment of clarity. Something out of the movies, ignorantly enough.

"Well, we're back." Ken said, flatly. That we were.

"What time is it?" I asked, setting both bags down.

"About 11." he answered. It wasn't even noon yet. Not that I had any interest in it to be, but it still seemed far too early in the day. Something had to give, it was now or never.

"Look, I'm sorry." I began. The words left my mouth automatically, an autopilot response uttered out of ritual rather than genuine emotion. Almost as soon as the words came out, I felt a bitterness brew within me, bubbling into tepid disgust. I hated myself for saying sorry, it felt more wrong than kissing someone I shouldn't have. Yet my brain continued, following the path of least resistance and putting a stop to this at once. "I shouldn't...we shouldn't have done that- it was an another accident, a stupid, stupid mistake!"

"No."

I blinked.

"I'm not sorry," Ken continued. "That wasn't an accident, Mal. I wanted to kiss you and I did."

Whatever anger and resentment I felt swirled into confusion, I couldn't think at all, simply going with whatever felt right to say. There was nothing left for me to lose at this point, no reason to lie.

"I wanted to kiss you too. For real this time." I've never felt such relief in uttering so few words. I didn't want to be good, I didn't want to restrain myself, I wanted what I wanted. "And I still do."

We didn't need to say anymore, comfortable with embracing one another at long last. Ken's arms pulled me into his body- his strong, masculine arms satiating a need that had gone unfilled for far too long. He didn't just hold me, he swallowed me whole into his body, leaning in and kissing me with a passion unbridled. The boutique was simply the tip of the iceberg, as he ground his crotch into my mound, hands resting on the small of my back. He manhandled me with such ease, I yielded control whenever he wanted it- letting his tongue probe my mouth once more, letting him grope my ass and pulling my head away for him to continue to lavish me with kisses down my neck.

"Kenny, the bedroom." I urged, my hand stroking his hair and pushing his head into me more. Without skipping a beat, Ken's hands reached for my ass and grabbed on, pulling me up a bit. I aided him by hopping up a bit and his arms plucked me off the ground, so quickly I giggled girlishly. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck, he carried me from the living room down the hall into his bedroom. My hands gripped the back of his shirt, unable to express the impending magnitude of what we were going to do in any other words.

"Wait," I told him, causing Ken to stop. He set me down and I straightened the dress out. It was almost comical, but part of me wanted to take good care of the dress he bought me. "Thank you for the dresses, but I think they look better off."

I bit my lower lip, smirking at how cliche and lame that sounded at any other time but how apt it was now that I meant it. My hands reached for the top button, unfastening it before moving onto the second. Lifting my head up to sneak a peek at Ken's face, I wasn't disappointed. The man was keenly focused on me. On me! I knew the attention my breasts commanded with men, but with Ken it felt as though it added fuel to the fire rather than the sole reason a guy looked my way.

The dress didn't part from my body right away, or fall off of me as I anticipated. Instead, it parted just enough to reveal a sliver of my body down towards the bottom hem. With each breath, the sides opened more and more, stopping just shy of revealing my nipples to Ken. I grabbed each side before looking up at him. 'All for you,' I thought as I pulled the dress from me, stripping myself for my forbidden admirer to lust over. I dressed modestly normally, but any shame I had in baring my body disappeared with our tawdry admission.

Like an animal, Ken pounced, rushing in and pulling my mostly nude body in. One hand went towards one of my breast, squeezing my nipple softly between his fingers. My nipples were puffy and large, something that had once given me so much shame and embarrassment. That is, until I learned how good it was to have them sucked and pinched, both of which Ken was eager to do as he began sucking on the other breast.

"Ohhhh, oh fuck God yes!" I moaned out. The butterflies in my tummy returned once more, sending rays of energy through my body, commanding me to return the attention. I reached and grabbed Ken's shirt, forcefully clawing it off. He eased back and allowed me to pull it from his body, tossing it aside to wherever my shame went.

"That wasn't an accident Mal, I wanted to suck on your tits." I said to him, imitating his voice comically. I stroked his hair and looked at his body. Even with a big breakfast, he still looked good, and just as defined.

"I want to make love to you." he said with absolute certainty. He just said it! No wavering or pausing. Holy shit. I was at a loss for words, looking at him dumbfounded, mouth open a bit. I felt a wide smile creep over my face, I couldn't help it. It wasn't fair, you can't just say 'make love' instead of 'fuck', he dropped a nuke on me! I obviously intended to have sex with him, but this was it, no backing down now.

"C'mon, pants off. Now." I ordered him, scrambling to pull off my panties as I leaned onto his bed, kicking off my shoes for good measure. "C'mon I don't care if you've got another singing fish down there, get em off!"

Ken only smiled, smirking even. How was he so calm?

"There's no need to rush." he said unbuttoning his pants. With a zip, I gripped the sheets and leaned forward. His hands hooked into his pants and underwear, pulling them down slowly, revealing more and more of the V shaped lines that tapered down to his crotch. My toes curled in anticipating, but I felt a bit crass- somehow I imagined the roles would be reversed.

His cock sprung free, with a small bit of pubes above it. I found myself spreading my legs wide open, allowing him to walk into me, leaning in and for our bodies to press tightly. Almost right away this felt better than the last time I had sex, even just in the physical sense.

"How do you like it?" Ken asked before kissing me once again. Such a gentleman. Opening doors, asking how I want to be fucked. Maybe he even left the toilet seat down. I wasn't exactly sure what it was called, but taking his offer, I lightly pushed him off of me and got off the bed. The corner of my eye caught our reflection in the mirror and got an idea.

"Like this," I said, taking his hand and leading him back to the bed. I lightly pushed him, easing him down onto his butt so he sat facing me- as well as the mirror. "Good. Good boy." I said to which he shot me a look. I turned around and wiggled my ass at him, doing it a bit longer than I thought I would until I felt his hand spank me. Just what I was looking for. I rewarded my aggressive lover my moving my ass closer to him, still shaking it before he spanked me again, leaving his mark on me.