After announcing her size, Charis seemed content to let me select for her while she drilled the shop lady with question after question. I listened with growing amusement.
Naturally her questions weren't anything sane like do you have anything in my size? or what colors are popular this season?
No, what I heard was, if this store suddenly had to stop selling clothing, what do you think would be a good business to start in a building like this and would you agree that the ushering in of synthetic fibers caused a radical shift in fabric production worldwide which in turn affected the production of fossil fuels itself-
"Yeah, she's gonna try these on now," I cut her off, rescuing the female sales clerk, a pretty brunette in her forties.
"Can't take you fucking anywhere, Sloane," I accused.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to pick. It was your idea to come here, if you recall."
I snorted. "It's not the clothes, it's the questions."
"Was there a problem? The lady asked if she could help me with anything."
I lost the urge to tease her when she looked worried. "No, babe. My bad."
She looked around as if someone would arrest us for Talking With Endearments, then eyed me suspiciously.
I said no more. This is what it's like to be with Sloane in public, by the way. Every single time she steps out of the ivory tower, she leaves her head behind. She analyzes everything. She isn't like the other kids. She's more like Alice and the real world is her rabbit hole. It makes her curiouser and curiouser.
Now we were ensconced together in a dressing room, I waved at my booty. "Go ahead, try them on."
I watched the wheels spinning in her head as she tried to decide.
Clothes. Me. Clothes. Me.
She clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"Strip, woman." I raised my voice just enough to win this argument.
Rolling her eyes, she turned her back, whipped her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her slacks.
My mouth went dry.
Forget those unexciting undies, she was a land of hidden treasures. Fine bones tapering into curves, not angles as I'd once assumed, down her long spine to the dip of her waist … tight little ass but definitely not flat, lean, defined legs … and that was just her back.
The mirror at her front exposed the rest.
That part was pure sex.
Tiny bra cups for tiny breasts with jutting nipples.
A slim, toned abdomen and slit of a belly button.
Thighs that left a gap, a gap that should be widened.
Water pooled in my mouth. I wanted to push her down to the little seat, ease aside the crotch of her panties and help myself to her.
Here. This minute. In this fitting room.
I was literally shaking with the need to do it.
I looked away on a short laugh. It was like I'd never seen a woman in underwear before.
When I risked another glance, I caught her frozen, staring in the mirror at me. Her cheeks and chest were very pink.
I sauntered up to her. She skittered away from me.
"Hey, Sloane." My stare was intent. I now had a new goal that did not include getting her out of here ASAP.
"Hey, uh, fella."
"That's a nice bra."
"Yeah. Most of my bras are more … I mean, this is my nicest. It's nice. Thanks."
I let my hands settle on her shoulders and bent down to murmur in her ear. "Which one do you want to try on first?" Mischievously I pointed to each of her breasts.
I don't think she knew what to do with my suggestive talk. Her eyes slid away.
"Well?"
"Ahm, uh, I don't know," she squeaked. Her gaze shifted to the hanging dresses. "I saw a green one that seemed … possible?"
"That'll look nice on you." I brought her chin forward. Then capturing her eyes in the mirror, I cupped one little breast in my big palm.
Her teeth gnawed her lip. She shook her head.
I nodded slowly.
She shook it harder.
I rubbed my thumb across her nipple.
"Asher … " It was a hiss, broken off when I intentionally scratched her.
You'd think I'd lashed her with a bolt of electricity. The shock at my audacity!
Which only encouraged me. The way she tried to give me her Big Sister look while simultaneously arching, her ass sticking out in an invitation no guy could mistake … that's some drugging shit.
I kissed her nape, licked the delicate shell of her ear. "Hi there, Ms. Sloane," I whispered. "I bet I know how to get you in the mood for shopping."
"Oh, my God." Her eyes said, you wouldn't dare.
Yet she just stood there when I rolled her nipple through the cloth, then slid off the strap of her bra … exposing that ridiculously sexy nipple.
Stood there submissively. Taking it.
Asking for it.
Sloane, being submissive. Who knew she had it in her?
"Nothing to say?" I murmured. "Where's your attitude, girl? Not gonna put me in my place?"
She whimpered.
Fuck, if this was cradle robbing, I'd eat my phone. More like I was corrupting her.
Somehow I didn't think that thought would reassure her.
"Brace yourself," I said, careful to keep my volume low. There was a full-length closed door between us and the storefront, but it wasn't soundproof. Fact, not theory. Yeah, I might have gotten up to minor shenanigans in one of these dressing rooms before.
Minor, mind you. Not like what I had planned now.
In case you think I make a habit of pervy public behavior.
I really am a gentleman, though, nine times out of ten.
"What are you gonna do?" she whispered.
"I'm gonna pluck this tit," I said, demonstrating so she jerked involuntarily. "But you'll need to be totally silent. No shrieking. Quiet and still. No wiggling or bumping things either or they'll hear us out there. You game for this? Well?" when she just stood there with her mouth open.
She gave a tiny nod. "Go," she said.
Fucking adorable.
"Lean on me. Watch us in the mirror. Relax. This is just for fun."
Her breath caught and she leaned back. Her spine was the opposite of relaxed. "I can't believe this."
"I'll take care of you," I promised. "Anything you're worried about, I've got it. I promise, Sloane. I've got you."
She nodded. I felt her relax. Now I knew she could feel me hard against her.
Holding her eyes in the mirror, I stroked the flesh of her breast, swirling gradually inward towards the target in the center. By the time I reached it, I could smell how into this she was.
My hand itched to explore what was happening in her panties. Instead I used my teeth on her earlobe, a reliably erogenous zone for most females, while I ground my hips against her.
"Here's the plan." I spoke into the shell of her ear. "I'm just teasing your nipple now, but soon I'll start really working it hard. It might hurt just a bit. You just tell me if it's too much. While that's happening, I want you to think about your pussy. Not the people out there, not the store, not anything else. Only your pussy. You with me?"
Another nod. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks little flames, her chest blazing with a blush I suspected was four fifths lust and the rest shyness.
"Well?" she breathed, her eyes locked to my finger brushing her tit.
"The anticipation is killer, isn't it?" I murmured. "It's like that time we were in line at that county fair down in Walla Walla. You tried to cut in front of that old couple with their grandkid. You're a real impatient person, Sloane, you know that?"
She stuck out her tongue at me, but then moaned.
I licked the dent of her temple.
Felt her nipple stab against my fingertips.
"Asher! You're driving me insane!"
"Sh, keep it down. Ready to think about your pussy?"
Nod.
"But you're not gonna make a sound while it's happening, are you?"
Head shake.
"Okay. Here it comes. Get ready."
I gave her a couple of seconds … then I pinched her-hard.
My sweet girl responded beautifully. Her moan never made it past the choking stage, which was good, because if she let herself be as loud as I knew she could be, we'd get arrested.
So now I got busy.
A moment here to say something about my magic hands. This isn't ego talking. Straight up, I made a girl come while losing my virginity. You heard me-at only sixteen this happened. I've never told a living soul about that because-don't laugh-I've been afraid to jinx it. Karl and everyone had told me I'd be shit in bed at first. Nope, I killed it.
After such a good omen, I spent as much time messing around with girls as fucking them. One sweetheart had an aversion to being touched below the waist, so I kissed and fondled her breasts, enjoying her so long she'd come that way. That was a very good day.
After that, practice, practice, practice.
No need to belabor the point. Suffice it to say, by the time I graduated high school, I'd learned how to get a woman off in a variety of interesting ways.