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There was nothing out of the ordinary at first. It’s not even the first time Renee’s shared a dressing room with Allison, outside of the locker room at the court. They’ve gone out shopping before, dressed up together on club nights before, had sleepover parties before.
The tension in the air has never been this palpable.
The clothes they chose to try out are scattered around; Renee’s still on their hangers, Allison’s discarded options on the floor. Renee would feel bad for whoever has to tidy up after them, except she knows herself and knows she will do it before they leave.
She hadn’t paid full attention to every item Allison was grabbing, but now that they’re together in a cramped space (because they needed to help each other decide, it was only logical not to have to go outside every time, Allison had reasoned) and Allison is taking her top off, Renee is beginning to think she should have been more observant.
Seemingly done with party dresses, Allison turns around and has apparently started trying out bras.
Not the sports bras she’s used to seeing, not even the red satin she’s seen peeking out before. Lace. Cream and white lace.
She pauses the buttoning of her own short-sleeved shirt. “That’s… new for you.”
“Hm?” Allison turns, which is infinitely worse. The half-cups leave barely anything to the imagination, and Renee can tell exactly what color Allison’s nipples are through the sheer lace detailing. “Trying something new. What do you think?”
The mirror is behind Renee, so she has full frontal vision of Allison tugging at the few scraps of fabric, cupping her own chest, adjusting the straps. Renee looks down, afraid to turn around to see just how flushed she is.
“Looks nice,” she says, a beat too late. “A little revealing for my taste.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” Allison smiles. “I got one for you too.”
She holds it up proudly, and Renee is alarmed to find it’s her exact size.
“I— How did you—” She’s interrupted by a scoff and Allison’s hands pulling her precisely buttoned top open. Now Renee’s sure she’s gone entirely red, Allison’s capable hands undressing her in seconds, reaching behind her to undo the clasps of her bra.
“I’ll do it,” Renee almost swears, “Let me do that part.”
Allison shrugs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Renee’s not sure if she’s talking about the female body or Renee’s in particular.
She holds her arm in front of herself as she demands the other bra and slips her arms in.
Unfortunately, that means she can’t do the clasp up, but Allison seems sick of waiting.
“Come on, turn around, I’ll do you up.”
Mortifyingly, Renee holds the cups around her own boobs in place while Allison fastens the clasps and adjusts the straps. She’s watching her do it in the mirror and can feel her lingering hands on the dip in her back.
When she’s done, Allison rests her hands on Renee’s shoulder and makes her look at herself in the mirror.
“Look at you,” she grins. “So pretty. How come I never see you like this, huh?”
Renee has to admit the bra is nice on her, but before she knows it, she adds out loud, “Looks better on you.”
Allison’s smile only grows. She steps closer and leans in, and Renee can feel her breasts pushing up against her shoulder blades. Allison moves her hands to Renee’s hips.
“I disagree,” Allison whispers in her ear. “No one looks as pretty as you do, princess.”
She’s not sure if it’s the whispering, or the nickname, or the heat Allison is emanating, but Renee is dizzy on her feet all of a sudden.
“Shh, I got you,” Allison says, her hands keeping her steady while they explore Renee’s exposed skin above the loose slacks she’s still wearing. “Look at me.”
Renee looks straight ahead into the mirror, where Allison’s piercing gaze is waiting.
“Do you trust me?”
Her own reflection is sharing too many secrets she doesn’t want to look at, so her eyes stay on Allison as she nods.
One hand pushes her body backward into the warm curve of Allison’s, and the other flattens itself and slips slowly into her waistband.
Renee releases a shaky breath. Her own hand wraps around Allison’s wrist, but try as she might, she’s not actually pulling her away. She just needs something to center herself. Renee flickers her eyes to the door to make sure that it’s locked.
“Allison,” she warns her. “Are you sure about this?”
“You know I am,” she says. “Question is, are you?”
And when the words are too hard, too honest and revealing, Renee pushes Allison’s hand further down.
By the time her fingers have dipped into her panties and are touching her wet lips, Allison is distracting her with her mouth on her neck, her left hand massaging her right breast and keeping her close.
“You’re soaking wet,” she whispers. “You want me that badly?”
Renee whimpers, and Allison slips a finger inside, making her keen.
It’s not long before a second one is added, and when Renee is making too much noise, Allison pushes the fingers of her left hand inside Renee’s mouth.
“Keep it down, princess,” Allison giggles in her ear. “We don’t want the sales assistant finding us like this.”
Renee moans around the fingers and reaches back to grab at Allison’s ass and push her closer to her.
She can feel herself leaking around Allison’s fingers, ruining her panties and the brand-new pants, she can smell herself in the air in the small changing room.
Someone slips and they’re both brought forward, with Renee holding them both up against the mirror. Now forced to stare at her own dilated pupils, she can feel Allison speeding up with confidence and strength.
Allison is hitting all the right spots, and Renee is watching herself as she drools around Allison’s fingers in her mouth, trying and failing to keep her moans down.
Allison’s capable fingers are deep inside her pussy, but it’s her thumb circling her clit that actually ruins her completely, making her shiver and shake through her orgasm. Allison’s fingers leave her but cup her pussy as she crests that hill, and it grounds her. She’s grateful her mouth was so occupied, or she might have alarmed the whole department store.
“There you go,” Allison whispers, “Pretty girl, look at you.”
Renee watches as Allison’s fingers leave her mouth, smudging drool down her chin. She looks debauched . Her hair and face are a mess, her nipples are hard and visible through her bra, and the pants she was trying on are soaking wet all around the crotch.
Her mind is working overtime trying to think of a way forward, how to salvage their friendship, or how to move on from this.
Instead, she turns around and Allison freezes at what she must see in her gaze.
Renee can work with that.
“Are you going to buy me these pants?” She tugs at a bra strap. “This too?”
Allison swallows thickly. “I’ll buy you anything you want.”
Renee hums. “You think they heard us out there?”
Allison smirks. “I don’t care.”
“Let’s test that.” Renee smiles and gets on her knees. “Lift up your skirt.”