A/N: So this took a week to write, which is way longer than normal for me but it came out much longer than any other piece I've written. Hopefully it was worth it. This one I have decided to call Dresses, and I've wanted to write about fucking in public for a while. (Sorry Ali, I know it's a little gross! (; ) Feel free to voice your thoughts after reading! Enjoy!

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"Why do we have to get new dresses again?" I ask for the millionth time, watching Reagan as she digs through the racks for something nice.

"Shrimps I'm only saying this one last time," she picks up a simple deep purple dress and adds it to the collection on her arm, "We need to for the family party. If we show up in something that any one of them has seen before, I'll never hear the end of it. It's just a family thing. And most of your dresses have a small food stain somewhere on them, just try on a few and pick one okay?" I sigh loudly, grabbing any dress that looks relatively appealing and following her around the floor. A sales lady comes over with a bright smile, and I grimace and turn away. If Reagan is insisting on this, she'll have to put up with the grossly cheery people here.

"Hello ladies, could I get a room started for each of you?"

"Oh yes, but could you put us in the same one please?" Reagan replies, using the tone that seems to make everyone melt for her. Her hand grabs the hangers I'm holding, combining them with hers.

"Of course darling, is it a best friend shopping day?" She smiles back, and I try to hold in the snort but fail. Her eyes flicker to me for a second though chooses to focus back onto Reagan.

"Something like that. Shall we Amy?" Reagan's hand grabs my arm and pulls me to following the lady. "We can go get whatever you'd like for lunch, even that doughnut I saw you eyeing on the way in. Sound okay?" She whispers in my ear, and I smile slightly.

"Alright ladies, I'll give you the bigger one." The lady disappears into the room, hanging the dresses on the far wall. "Now y'all let me know if you need any help, alright?" Reagan thanks her, locking the door right after she leaves. I pull off my shirt and begin to work on my pants when Reagan lightly pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard. Her hands come up to grasp the my hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the exposed skin.

"God you're so beautiful," she breathes against my lips, a small shudder rippling through my body at the words. "I could just eat," her hand trails down to my center, pressing slightly over the fabric, "you up." She bites my lip hard, and I let out a small squeak.

"Rea, people could hear," I whisper, desperately willing my heart to slow down. She smirks, leaning down to kiss my neck softly.

"I guess you'll have to be quiet, because I can't wait to fuck you." My knees give out, though she holds me up before we both fall. Before I register it her hands are lifting me up and moving me towards the bench, pulling my jeans off prior to setting me down. She pulls her skirt up around her waist, revealing no underwear. My mouth slackens at the sight, breath hitching in my throat. "Oh baby, you like what you see?" She grinds herself down onto my thigh, letting her wetness spread over the skin heatedly. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moan that is threatening to escape. "If you make any sound, I'm going to stop. Understand?" Her eyes glint with lust and suspicion. I nod my head quickly then grabbing her waist to pull me against her.

She leans back to pull her top off, unclasping the bra in a swift motion. My mouth latches onto a rosy nipple, swirling my tongue around it. Her eyes clench shut, grinding on my leg hard again. I can feel my own wetness seeping through the thin fabric of my panties, aching to be touched. Her fingers snap my bra off, and the feeling of her bare flesh against mine tempts another moan from me. "Fuck me," she whispers, nibbling at the shell of my ear. I feel her hand grab mine, guiding it straight to her wet center. I will myself to contain the moans, letting out a harsh breath. Two of my fingers immediately slide into her, curling to stroke the spot I know makes her weak. I start working them in and out of her quickly, and her hand that guided mine goes to play with her clit. Her free hand grasps my shoulder tightly with the nails digging into my skin. I pull her down, crashing my lips with hers hard. The slight shaking of her legs makes me grin against her lips, and I pick up the pace.

A knock sounds from the door, but I don't let that stop me. "You two ladies doing alright in there?" I stare straight at Reagan, refusing to speak.

She tries to take a soothing breath, "Yes. Thank you for-" I take her nipple into my mouth, "for checking in." Her body shudders and clenches down on my fingers.

"Alright, you two have fun. Let me know if you'll need any help!"

Reagan bites her lip and desperately pushes against my fingers. Her hand is quickly rubbing circles against her clit, her rhythm quickly becoming irregular. "Fuck Amy," she whispers, breathing heavily. I curl my fingers once more, and watch Reagan come undone. Her whole body shudders, a wave a wetness flooding onto my hand. Her legs tighten on mine as she slackens against me. "Shit shit shit," she mutters, clenching on my fingers in waves still. I slowly pull out my fingers then bring them to my lips. I lock my eyes with hers and suck them clean, watching her shudder again.

She leans in to kiss me deeply, a hand drifting down to stroke me lightly through the wet fabric. I bite her lip lightly, looking under my lashes into her eyes. "Please," I breath against her lips, kissing her once softly. Reagan pauses for a moment, then diving in to kiss me hard. Her mouth moves to my neck, sucking until it lightly bruises. I take long deep breaths in attempt to contain the moan from the sensation. Her eyes meet mine, and she smirks. She slides off my lap, kneeling in front of me. Her hands pull the fabric down my legs, then parting them from each other slowly.

Reagan looks up and kisses my thigh, swirling her tongue over the surface. I feel myself begin to pulse in anticipation of what comes next. Her lips trail along my thighs slowly and pause when she reaches the center. With one last glance, she leans in and takes a slow lick along my folds. I bite into my lip hard, pushing the moans back down my throat. The sounds of zippers and women chatting encourage me to keep quiet, fearful of being caught. Her tongue flicks at my clit making my hips buck at the sensation. She swipes over it repeatedly, sliding a finger in just as I get used to her mouth. My hand grabs her hair, pulling her closer to me. She hums in delight against the sensitive tissue, my jaw falling slack from the vibrations. She adds in a second finger and begins to fuck me harder, licking in time with her hand. When her tongue flattens out, my whole body tenses and I begin to pant quietly. She pulls back and raises an eyebrow warningly. I bite my lip and take a deep breath, though calming down at this point is next to impossible. Her free hand pulls my neck down slightly, meeting me halfway for a sloppy kiss. As her tongue reaches out to drag across my bottom lip, her fingers resume their harsh, quick movements. My body convulses forward and I bite her lip automatically. She grins then slips back to her position between my legs.

My eyes clench shut as I feel her breath against my inner thighs. Her tongue caresses the hot flesh, making my eyes shoot open. I stare at myself in the mirror of the room, watching my chest heave in the reflection. My hands tangle in her black hair, the splays of blue intertwined in my fingers. Reagan curls her fingers in again, hitting that sweet spot that makes my legs shake. With the combination of the reflection, her wet tongue and fingers, I come undone. My hands grasp her hair tightly, hips lifting of the seat attempting to get closer to her mouth. My teeth break into my lip, and the white ecstasy overtakes my vision. She fucks me as I ride out my orgasm, slowing when I begin to fall back onto the seat. My eyes droop lazily and watch her clean off her fingers one at a time, not once breaking eye contact with me.

The murmur of voices and clothes rustling reminds me of where we are and I quietly chuckle. Reagan grins, and then stands up. Another knock comes from the door, along with the irritating voice. "Are you girls still doing okay? Anything I can get y'all?" Reagan giggles, though the lady probably thinks it's some silly dress we're trying on or a joke.

"I think we're okay, just finishing up actually." Reagan stands up, shimmying her skirt back on up her legs.

"Oh wonderful! Any luck for either of you?" She responds cheerily, and I roll my eyes as I begin to pull my clothes on again.

"Not with the dresses per say," Reagan responds innocently. The quiet pause that follows her reply signals that she definitely confused her.

"Ah-well, I'm sorry to hear. Let me know when you're finished!" Her footsteps trail away, and I look back at Reagan as she gets her shirt back on.

"I told you dress shopping could be fun, now do you believe me?" She winks, leaning in for a long kiss.

When her lips pull back from mine, I smile softly. "Of course I believe you. Are you sure you don't want to try on any before we leave?"

She shakes her head, adjusting her hair in the mirror. "No, but we can still go get lunch. I'm sure you're starving by now." I walk behind her, slipping my arms around her waist.

"Don't worry about that, I just ate lunch."

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A/N: It feels a little shaky to me in areas, but this is by far the longest one I have written so far. I think I'll be taking a break from smut for a while and I'm going to start working on an actual story, though it will have smut in it eventually too I'm sure. Thank you for reading! As always, leave your feedback!