<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DygUGqf.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br/><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Going to to town, and collecting soem clothes for the first trip to the changing room.<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: This Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was astoundingly easy to be comfortable in Abi’s presence. Heather wasn’t positive, but her mind was always busy trying to figure out people’s boundaries, people’s rules and people’s desires. It was the only thing she cared about. Her friends mattered more to her than her grades or her own satisfaction. Really, her friends were part of her satisfaction, she was too wild to nail down people into relationships, and far too slutty to accomplish it even if she were able to calm herself. She was, in all rights, a bit of a maniac. In her mind, the inability to find a calm, and her nymphomania were not connected. When, it was obvious that they were. She liked to please her friends, because she relied on her friends to keep her busy, to keep her from getting bored at night, to keep her sexually involved.<br/><br/>So, she’d given it a lot of thought, and she was pretty damned sure that Abigail liked to play on both sides of the court. This was shopping, but it was a subtle date too. She wanted to grow closer to Abigail, she wanted to bond, and she knew full well that the dressing room was singular. It was too public to get hot and heavy, but it was private enough to get playful.<br/><br/>Heather laughed as Abi thanked her for bringing her along. It was a pleasant little giggle with as much humility as it had joy.<strong>“I needed to go shopping, I like your style, couldn’t think of anyone better.” </strong>She paused and looked to the left, “Plus,” she hip checked Abi gently and smiled her way with a seductive little grin,<strong>“I like playing dress up with pretty girls.”</strong>Nothing about Heather was secret. She usually had bracelets on her left wrist to show off how thirsty she was, basically. Today, there were two. It meant that she had been fucked in one way or another no more or less than two days ago. She liked boys and girls. She’d fucked almost half of the student population, it was rumored, but unconfirmed. And most of staff treated her like a house cat in heat, spraying lessons of chastity as if they were water bottles. Going out alone with Heather meant just as much as hanging out with her between classes, or staying up with her all night. For the most part, if she made contact with someone, she was eventually going to try and seduce them. It had yet to really get her in trouble.<br/><br/><strong>“Uhh… yeah.”</strong>Heather was carrying almost fifteen articles of clothing.<strong>“We’re as ready as fuck…”</strong>She giggled and made eyes at Kristin. The clerk seemed to give them an ‘aye ok’ sign with a nod and a scrunched up face.<br/><br/>If the girl in the couple had any sense, she would leave the store and come back later when her boyfriend didn’t have a lesbian day dream to listen to, and wait for with his lady. Abi and Heather were valued customers that were ready to spend a lot of time in there. The employees didn’t think for a second that anything naughty might happen. Two girls trying on clothes together wasn’t out of the ordinary at all. With an arm full of clothes, she followed Abi toward the back of the consignment store.<br/><br/>The question of changing together came up and Heather gave Abi a sideways frown of ‘duhness,’<strong>“Yeah, we’ll fit, I’m fully not shy.”</strong>Heather reached for the handle and ushered the blonde into the tiny room full of mirrors and two benches.<strong>“Do you think it’ll stay warm at all, I want to get these skirts, but I probably won’t have many chances to wear em.”</strong>Heather closed the door behind them, and it was more spacious inside than it seemed like from the outside. She started to hang up her selections over the door and on the hangers off to the side. A small pile formed on the left bench as well.<strong>“If it gets all cold all fast, I’ll be really pissed.”</strong>The rainbow haired teen loved wearing skirts and tiny shorts.<strong>“It’s so much easier to be hot when it’s hot out, ya know.”</strong>Heather freed her hands and immediately started to strip down to her underwear. The shoes came first, but everything else was off in less than thirty seconds.<br/><br/>Her bra, panties, and socks all stayed on. The socks were tri-toned, yellow, sky blue, and pink. Her panties were cut boy shorts in a floral pattern, pastel green, rose red, pink, grey, and aqua, all faded by design and lacey. The bra was bright red, as revealing as the undies, lacey, creating cleavage and a bit too small to fit perfectly, forcing her modest breasts towards each other and only centimeters away from exposing her nipples. Heather was every color from head to toe, she looked like a sugar cone of fucking sherbert ice cream.<br/><br/>As she searched through the clothes she’d brought with her, she let her eyes wander over to her friend, and her eyelids turned heavy immediately.<strong>“Hey, you know that, like…”</strong>Her heavy breath dominated her voice, and she hummed a bit as her eyes settled on Abi’s naked collarbone,<strong>“...that I’m like, into you, right?”</strong>She turned her hips, bent over with denim in her hands and slipped her feet into the pants. Her eyes never left Abi’s exposed skin.<strong>“Like, that I like girls like you, I’m into girls, and you.”</strong>She was bringing the pair of jeans up around her hips, buttoning them twice, and squeezing into them perfectly. They were a bit tight but she liked them that way. It gave her a reason to wear smaller underwear.<br/><br/><strong>“Most people know that I like girls and boys. But I just wanted to be sure, and all that. Cause.”</strong>… A long pause formed as Heather gave Abigail a deep smile and made eye contact. Her eyes danced down and then back up…<strong>“You’re really good…”</strong>It was one way to say it. Heather’s stupid little grin couldn’t hide her fascination. She was rarely turned down. It made her dangerously forward.<br/>