Sara licked her strawberry gelato and despite a sore neck glanced once more around the food court. Carrie could be late, but you could usually set your watch by her mom.
Across the table Sara's mother Diana looked at ease. Sara knew some girls would be embarrassed being seen with a mother so stereotypically dressed - tie-dye dress, sandals, even a daisy tucked behind the ear - but the teen knew her mom was the coolest. The two had never had any major fights. Sara smiled to remember her fourteenth birthday, when Diana had sat her down and shown her the ins and outs of smoking pot. "It's going to be around, I don't want you doing something stupid out of ignorance", Diana had said. The two had smoked for an hour before Sara had fallen asleep. Diana Jackson preferred experimentation to explanation.
Sara watched her mother licked her own peach gelato, and without warning the image reminded her of a significantly racier one in one of her more frequently watched videos. She felt a throbbing wetness suddenly between her legs and had to cross them and look away, blushing. Diana smiled and opened her mouth, probably to ask what was the matter, but as luck would have it -
"Carrie! Mrs. P! Over here!" Sara stood up and ran over to her best friend. You'd think they'd been apart for weeks by the way they hugged.
Diana stood and looked at Samantha Patterson's extended hand, then laughed and stepped forward to hug the other woman closely. "It's so nice to finally meet you. For real I mean."
Samantha smiled awkwardly and belatedly returned the hug. "You too. Now, girls," she caught the two teens as they were about to walk away. "Meet back here at 3, ok? You need any money?"
Sara had always lived by allowance, and found it weird that Carrie did not. But soon enough the two were ready and bounded out, leaving their mothers standing in the food court.
"Your daughter is such a nice girl." Diana said, hoping to bridge the awkward pause.
"Thank you. Well, shall we go? Time is money." And with that Samantha strolled deeper into the mall.
With a sigh of patience Diana followed. She could already tell she wasn't going to enjoy the next couple of hours.
Carrie strolled along and listened to Sara's excited chatter. She glanced in the store windows, but she loved people-watching more. Everyone walking around on their own errands, everyone with their own story. She liked to write them in her head sometimes. That couple over there holding hands were newlyweds starting a new life in this suburban community. The kid over there with the hood pulled over his head recently stole his first car. It made life feel more like a fantasy novel, in which she imagined herself a psychic, even if it was all made up.
"So" Sara's voice interrupted her reverie. "Want to find someplace private?"
Carrie's pulse quickened at the suggestion. Since that lovely afternoon beneath the tree the two hadn't seen each other in the flesh, only spoken on the phone. And they hadn't spoken about that lovely afternoon. For all she knew it was another dream.
Sara tugged on her hand and led her into the nearest department store. Soon, were surrounded by clothing racks.
Carrie blushed as Sara stepped closer and pulled Carrie's palm up to kiss it. "Stop it! What if someone sees?"
"Let the mannequins watch" Sara smiled impishly as she began to suck on Carrie's pinky. She snaked her other hand around Carrie's waist and pulled her close, then began to kiss her way up her friend's bare arm.
Carrie had to admit it was turning her on something fierce and allowed herself a moment of carefree bliss, closing her eyes and leaning back to allow Sara' song to lightly make its way up her neck. A moment later she opened them to see in the distance-
"My mom!" she whispered urgently, pushing Sara back until they were hidden inside a nearby clothing rack. There, stepping out from behind the polo shirts, were both girls' parents. Miss Jackson was showing something to Carrie's mother so she was turned the other way but that bun was unmistakable.
If she were calmer she would have realized there was nothing out of the ordinary for the older women to see anymore, but she was panicking and so tugged Sara into a the nearest changing room and slammed the door.
She angled the slat to peer through to see if they'd been caught, her heart still pounding.
"It's ok, I think-" she turned around to see Sara, her shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose to reveal her bra, advancing towards her with head tilted forward in mischievous smile.
Samantha's heels clicked like clockwork across the tiled floor until they were thankfully silenced by the carpet of the nearest department store. Diana was usually very accepting of people and not one quick to judge...but she hated this woman. Or at least intensely disliked. Everything from the prim and proper business suit to the no-nonsense bun in her raven black hair. She was everything Diana had worked to distance herself from all her life. But she kept a smile plastered on and kept walking on. The two didn't talk, which suited Diana just fine.
"What do you do for a living?" Samantha asked as she thumbed through a pair of shoes idly. "I don't want to end up taking you somewhere you couldn't afford by mistake."
How tactful, Diana thought to herself.
"Oh, I'm a prostitute." Sam's head whipped around as she continued: "well, escort is I guess the term. It's all the same really. I hire myself out to an agency downtown. Usually I'll see three clients on a slow day, sometimes men but usually repressed businesswomen looking to live out some wild fantasy or another. Don't worry though, I won't charge you until the second date."
Sam stared with increasing horror, then began to sputter incoherently as she glanced around as if to see if they were being filmed.
Diana burst out in laughter, nearly doubling over. "I'm an artist. I do designs for people's webpages mostly."
Still shocked, it was a few seconds before Samantha gave a weak smile. "Yes. I...I knew you were joking." She looked away, her face red, as Diana continued to smile innocently.
And that's when Diana saw in the distance her daughter and Carrie, and the two most definitely did not seem to want company. She'd talk to Sara about public displays of affection later, but for now she needed to act fast.
"Hey, look at these," she said, grabbing the nearest item of clothing and waving them such that the other woman had to turn around to look. "You should try these on, they'd look great on you."
Samantha raised a single eyebrow. Diana glanced over to notice she was in fact holding a lacy black bra attached to a matching thong. They had somehow wandered past shoes into lingerie while she hadn't been paying attention.
The businesswoman gingerly reached out and plucked the pair in the awkward silence. "I'm sure they would. I'll go try them on for you."
Diana wasn't sure if the other woman didn't know how to take a joke, or if she herself were getting payback for her earlier one. But the other woman held open the stall to the changing room for her, so she couldn't very well say anything without making the whole moment ten times more awkward.
Carrie could taste strawberries on Sara's lips, and felt the icy chill of the mirror where her back was pressed against it. Her hands circled behind Sara and made their way into the back pockets of her jeans. Sara's hips gyrated against Carrie's body as they kissed, their tongues mingling hungrily as only two horny teens know how.
Sara's left hand made its way up her friend's shirt to her belly button, then up again to slip under the bra. Carrie giggled despite herself as she felt the light tickle of fingers brushing against a sensitive spot.
Meanwhile Sara's other hand entered at the same spot but dipped south instead. Sara felt a lacy cotton before Carrie's other hand whipped around to grab her by the wrist, holding her back.
They continued like this, Sara trying to negotiate a way in while Carrie kept holding her back, until Sara finally pulled back and whispered, "is something wrong?"
"No. Yes. I don't know." Carrie tried to lean in for another kiss but Sara pulled back. "I don't think I'm ready for that. But I like this. Isn't this enough."
Sara smiled reassuringly, reaching out to intertwine their fingers. She leaned forward and planted her lips on Carrie's, this time much softer. She held carrie's hand lightly by the back of the wrist, then slowly pulled it towards her unbuttoned front to trace its way along the bra. She felt Carrie's breath shudder between them, but she didn't pull away.
They continued to slowly explore each others' mouths in silence as Carrie's hands caressed Sara's bra at Sara's guidance. Soon Carrie felt the tug pulling her wrist again and followed the light touch downwards until her hand was resting lightly atop the zipper of her own jeans.
Sara began to apply a rhythmic pressure to Carrie's hand, and Carrie felt herself growing wetter. But she didn't pull away, she didn't stop it.
The two kept kissing, pressed so close that Sara's hips often dictated the motions of her hand there. Sara ran both hands through her friend's hair and pulled her head close as their passion increased - if Carrie hadn't been so distracted she would have noticed that there was no hand guiding her wrist anymore, everything happening to her clit was now completely in her control. Sara smiled briefly as she felt her friend's movements becomes more frenzied.
Diana stood staring at the wall, wondering how best to maneuver her way out of this. Somehow the two women had entered into an awkward-contest game of chicken. She saw a pair of feet peeking out through the bottom of the neighboring changing room. Maybe if she started up a conversation across the barrier the awkward-spell would be broken? She took in a breath, trying to think what to say.
"How do I look?" came a voice from behind.
Diana turned around to see her daughter's best friend's mother wearing...what appeared to be the same outfit as before. "I thought you were going to try it on?" was the only thing she could think to say.
Sam glanced down and tugged something up from her hip. A bit of lace peeked up, with a price tag dangling off. "What did you think I was going to do, strip naked for you?"
Diana laughed a little too loudly then quickly clapped a hand to her mouth and nodded. Sam, for once, smiled, and for a moment Diana could almost see her as human.
"This is the most anybody would ever see. My husband hasn't touched me in months."
Diana didn't know how to respond to the confession. She barely knew this woman, and certainly didn't imagine becoming her friend anytime soon. But Sam said it so matter-of-factly, with not a hint of sadness or pain. And that somehow made it all the more touching, so much so that Diana soon had the other woman wrapped in a hug. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she didn't.
The other woman was initially rigid, but soon she returned the hug. Then, without warning she began to shake, and Diana felt moisture on her shoulder.
Diana patted the woman gently and rubber her back, letting her cry. She hardly knew this woman at all, and what she knew of her she disliked, but her instincts took over and she made herself the comforting presence to absorb whatever inner demons the other needed to release.
"There there." Diana immediately hated herself for saying what made her sound like a 70 year old woman. "Come on, let me lookout you." She pulled Sam's face to reveal eyes rimmed red and cheeks stained by tears. Diana wiped them with her thumb. "You're beautiful."
And suddenly Sam leapt forward, crashing them both against the wall, and had her lips locked onto Diana's ferociously.
Diana tried to struggle but Sam's grip was firm. Sam had wrapped both her arms around Diana's torso, trapping her arms in place at her sides, and was assaulting her mouth with her tongue.
It was probably the worst kiss Diana had ever experienced in her life, but she had to admit the sudden surprise after such a wash of emotion had her incredibly turned on. She began to lessen her struggle and just let the moment wash over her.
Soon Sam had forced Diana down onto the little makeshift bench in the changing room and was straddling her, their legs spaced evenly with Sam's hand reaching down in between the other woman's legs to rest atop the cotton panties. Diana moaned softly as the other woman's fingers began to move, surprisingly gently compared to the roughness everywhere else. Diana, her arms free, wrapped around the other woman and let her nails dig into her back, making marks she hoped left scars. Sam responded with her teeth, biting down into Diana's lips. The mingled pleasure and pain was new to Diana...but she didn't want it to stop.
In neighboring stalls, both stifling any noise, a mother and a daughter began to climax. They gripped their partners so tightly that nails dug into their backs, then whimpered into their shoulders until a moan escaped.
Sara held Carrie up as she twitched through her first assisted orgasm, holding her close and nibbling lightly on her ear. It wasn't long before Carrie's lips began to seek out Sara's and her hand fumbled its way to Sara's waistline. Sara pulled away though, smiling.
"As much as I'd love to babe, we should probably go. We've been in here a long time already"
Carrie didn't have the energy to do much more than nod. Feeling lightheaded, she sat on the bench while Sara quickly redressed herself and made sure they were both presentable.
Diana's eyes finally opened to catch Samantha searching the floor, finally rising clutching a button torn off in the fracas. Sam smoothed her skirts and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Now. I hope it goes without saying that this stays between us."
"Huh?"
Sam was once again businesslike, all trace of the untamed animal from a few minutes past locked deep inside. She checked her reflection in the mirror. "It was a moment's weakness, nothing more. Don't look too much into it."
"You call that weakness?"
Sam smiled despite herself, but quickly hid it once more. She turned to face Diana. "I'll be frank with you. I don't like things I can't control. I don't know you. Let's not make things complicated. We'll just forget this ever happened, ok?"
Diana was unable to reconcile this woman before her with that creature before. One she loathed and the other she craved. It was a cruel dichotomy, but she knew she'd want more soon. "Consider it forgotten."
All four stepped out of the stalls at the same time and there was a brief but awkward pause. Each looked to the others, afraid they'd been caught in the act, suddenly terrified. It was perhaps this which saved them. They were each so busy trying to look innocent that they didn't notice the casual hints. The small bit of blood from Diana's lips, Samantha's hand clutching her shirt clothes where the button had been ripped off. The telltale glitter from Carrie's chopstick along Sara's neck, or the way Carrie leaned against the door handle to keep from passing out. And each of them ignored the telltale scent in the air, hoping against hope that the other women wouldn't notice it. But as they left the mall, each mother with her own daughter, all four minds were racing in memory of what had just happened.