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“Yeah, it is. I’ll tell you all about that later. Come help me pick something!”

Amy went back to work, standing in her closet, trying to make a decision.

Dress? Or skirt? Leggings, maybe? Or skinny jeans?

Sally joined her in the closet.

“You know, you really don’t have to stress about this,” she told Amy, wrapping her arms around her from behind. “Max is just…Max.”

“No, I want to look good,” Amy said, leaning back into Sally, loving how it felt. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she quickly turned around to face her companion. “I just realized you’re in my bedroom!”

Sally smirked.

“I am. And your place is super cute, by the way! I like your furniture.”

“Thanks,” Amy said. “But now I’m torn between getting ready to meet your friend and just having sex with you.”

Sally pretended to think.

“Hmm. Sex first and then Max?”

Tempting, Amy realized.

“But what if Max changes his mind?” she asked. “No…sex later.” She turned back around to once again survey her hanging clothes.

“But Amy…” Sally whined.

Amy giggled. Turning back around, she said, “You’re a tall and demanding thing, aren’t you?”

“Guilty.”

A delicious idea started forming in Amy’s mind. She reached up and cupped Sally’s chin.

“How long do we have until we meet him?” she asked.

“He just said to come by whenever.”

Amy bit her bottom lip.

“Get on my bed. Your pants and underwear off. Wait for me until I choose my outfit.”

“Ooh!”

“But one more thing,” Amy said, stopping Sally from leaving the closet. “Edge yourself while you’re waiting. Go.”

***

“Fuck, I am still soaked!” Sally exclaimed, driving her BMW into Oceanside about forty minutes later, wiggling in her seat.

In the passenger seat, Amy bit her lip remembering…

After choosing what to wear (dark skinny jeans and a black, grey and white long-sleeved top, with sophisticated heels completing the ensemble) Amy had found a pants-less Sally lying on her bed. Sally’s eyes had been closed, her mouth ajar, her breathing shallow and rapid. The fingers of her right hand had been lightly playing along the edges of her pussy, on full view because her legs had been opened wide, and even from the closet, Amy could tell how wet Sally was.

Amy had tossed her selected garments onto the chair she used at her make-up table and got in the bed with Sally.

“Keep doing what you’re doing,” Amy had instructed. “But don’t you dare touch your clit.”

Once Sally had nodded her compliance, Amy had shucked off her shorts and panties and then straddled Sally, very carefully positioning her pussy over Sally’s head. Looking down between her legs, Amy had seen Sally’s eyes open wide, taking in the sight of Amy’s sex hovering above her face.