The store wasn’t all that busy. A few other women entered and exited the changing rooms. I didn’t see another guy in the place. Pulling out my phone, I doom scrolled on social media until she emerged.
“What do you think?”
I glanced up to find Ripley standing there with her arms spread, turning in a slow circle. She wore a soft pink dress that fell to her ankles. I didn’t know much about fashion. The dress seemed pretty enough. I wasn’t really feeling it though.
“It’s nice,” I said. “What else have you got?”
“Wow, Auryn,” she said sarcastically. “Could you possibly contain your enthusiasm? You’re out of control.”
I chuckled, offering her an apologetic head tilt. “I said it was nice. I just don’t think it’s you.”
“Fair enough. Give me a minute.” She disappeared back into the changing room. The sound of material rustling about followed.
The next dress she emerged wearing fell to her knees. A bright yellow that made me blink furiously as I took it in. I was starting to think she was trolling me.
“Um, well, that’s certainly something, isn’t it?” I tried to find the words to accurately describe what I was feeling. “Please don’t tell me this is your favorite.”
Ripley playfully slapped my arm. “You’re impossible, you know that? You’re lucky this isn’t my favorite. I thought it was nice. I like the bright color.”
“Sure, I guess. Maybe if I was wearing sunglasses, I would like it too.” I flashed her an impish grin.
As I reached to grab her and pull her onto my lap, she managed to evade me. Darting back into the tiny room. I scanned the interior of the store, finding the saleslady on the other side, helping a woman. A filthy little thought began to formulate in my mind.
“Don’t tell me you hate this one too,” Ripley said as she opened the changing room door. “Otherwise, I’m going to think you’re messing with me.”
She stepped out wearing a red dress that hugged her body like a glove. Revealing just enough cleavage to make me want more. Enough thigh to make me think about running my hands up those perfect legs.
Rising from the chair, I backed her up into the changing room, closing the door behind us. “This is the one. It’s perfect.”
I dropped to my knees before her, sliding both hands down her body until I reached her creamy thighs. Pushing the skirt of the dress up to reveal the black underwear she wore. I pressed my face against her, breathing in her musky scent.
“Auryn, what are you doing? We’re going to get in trouble.” She made a half-hearted attempt at pushing me away.
“How much trouble can they give us? You’re going to drop a wad of cash on that dress. They’ll get over it.” I tugged her underwear aside, running my tongue along her slit. Circling her clit a few times. Teasing her with little flicks and licks.
Sucking in a breath, Ripley fisted a handful of my hair. Her voice was a hushed whisper. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Maybe not, but that wasn’t about to stop me. I saw an opportunity to have a little fun, and I took it. Besides, she was my drug now, and I was in need of a hit.
The physical withdrawal from the cocaine hadn’t been as bad as I’d expected. The mental shit was worse. Once I got home, I realized how often I reached for it. That was a hard habit to break. I remained committed to seeing this through. To getting to the point where I didn’t think about it anymore. That may take months or even years. As long as I had this amazing woman to lose myself in, it would be a breeze.
She quickly grew wet as I licked her. Dipping my tongue inside her. Delving into her wetness.
As a woman entered the stall next to us, Ripley clamped a hand over her mouth. Her chest heaved with every breath. I loved the way she fought every moan that built up. Afraid of being caught.
Knowing how easily we could be discovered only made me more eager to make her come. To enjoy this illicit moment. I teased her with little licks and sucks on her clit before plunging my tongue inside her. Making her crazy with want before returning to her clit to finish her off.
Sucking it into my mouth while she pulled my hair. Working so hard to stay quiet. Her hips jerked against me, seeking more as I ravenously licked her. Sensing the rise of her orgasm, I went harder on her, going so far as to bite down. Just enough to make her gasp as she came.
I waited until every tremor had eased before standing up. “You should definitely buy this dress. Hell, I’ll buy this dress. Anything to fuck you in it after graduation.”
Ripley’s head fell back against the side of the changing room. Quietly she said, “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.” Flashing her a smug smile, I cracked open the door, making sure nobody saw me leave before slipping out.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
RIPLEY
