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Topshop

I grabbed her hand and ran through the mall away from the screaming children. Did they really have to ruin the one day I had with her? Sometimes I just want to go out and spend some quality time with my girlfriend without people fawning over her. It makes me want to barf sometimes thinking about all the people that touch her, when I'm so far away that I can't.

It's not even distance, we're just never together in public anymore, they get to touch her and hug her and I don't.

We can't get caught so I quickly turn into a store, grab a few items, and jump into one of the dressing rooms. I was pulling her by the hand the entire time and she fumbled over her feet and crashed into my back when I came to an abrupt stop.

We must have looked crazy to the people around us a few seconds ago. But I hoped that we were moving so fast that nobody noticed who we were. The only problem was getting out of here without being noticed. I sighed.

She regained her balance, let go out of my arm, and let out a loud laugh. I quickly pressed my palm against her mouth hard to get her to shut up. She gave me the most adorable "angry" face and licked my palm.

"Gross" I said "Do you have any idea where my hands have been?" I wiped my palm against my jeans.

"Really? You're the one that put your hand against my mouth," She said as she fixed her hair in the mirror. I rolled my eyes.

"So, how are we going to get out of here without being caught?" I asked looking at her from the bench I plopped onto. She shrugged. I looked around the dressing room, I picked one of the smaller ones, when I really shouldn't have, because the look on Demi's face right now does not scream innocent.

"No" I said, and repeated about 3 more times. "No way in hell. Not in here. We could get caught so easily. We're not even supposed to be friends."

She sauntered over to me seductively and sat on my lap, with her legs on either side of the bench. I was stuck in between her legs, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't extremely turned on at that point.

She leaned into my neck and rubbed her nose against it a few times. I moaned, clearly I couldn't control myself, and she giggled as she began to place kisses on my neck. My pulse must have skyrocketed at that point because I felt light headed and I closed my eyes in surrender. I wouldn't have gotten my way anyways, and it's been far too long.

She pulled away, only to bring her hot breath to my ear. She stayed silent for a few seconds, and her breathing caused me to blush. We both waited for the other to say something, the heat between us was becoming unbearable and I was tempted to just put my hand down her panties. She stopped me though, before I could even move my hand, talk about sixth sense, and whispered in my ear, "Tell me if you want to stop" as she brought her hand in between my legs.

I felt like screaming, 'are you fucking crazy?' at her, but I thought that might bring too much attention, so I grabbed her by the hair and brought her lips to mine. I don't think she expected that, because she whimpered, and for a second I had control. But then I lost it when she put pressure on my jean-covered center.

I don't think I've ever been so angry myself than at that moment, because I was wearing skin-tight skinny jeans, and I mean skin tight, and she was wearing a skirt. A fucking skirt, and I was wearing skinny jeans. Fucking skinny jeans.

I cursed my earlier decision to wear them; I thought we would attract less attention if I looked more normal. Demi obviously thought otherwise, and of course she was getting the good end of the deal.

I grunted disapprovingly as she climbed off of me and licked her lips. She unbuttoned my skin-tight jeans and began to slowly pull them off my legs. I lifted up off the bench to help her pull them off. I smiled, fuck yeah, I'm totally getting laid in a random changing room. I've always fantasized about this.

After she pulled off my jeans I'd worked myself up so much that I didn't even realize she was going for my shirt as well until it hit the dressing room floor. I looked at her in confusion until she kissed me, and I kissed back, not suspecting a thing. Her hands left my face as she was searching for something on the hook to my right and I turned my head and opened my eyes to see what she was doing. She quickly grabbed my face though and pressed our lips almost painfully hard together.

It seemed as if she successfully pulled whatever she wanted off the hook because she looped her hands around my waist and pulled me into a standing position. She pulled her lips away from mine and started trailing kisses down the rest of my body until she got to my knees. One of her hands had found its way to my center and was rubbing lightly through my panties. I squinted my eyes shut and held onto the hook above my head. God, it's been so long.

I felt her lift one of my legs and was a little bit confused, but she rubbed faster and I got lost again. I felt material being lifted up to my centre and opened my eyes, only to have Demi's lips against mine again as a way to silence me. I moaned anyways.

She brought her lips to my ear, "Don't open your eyes. We're just playing a little dress up game." Ooh, kinky, I thought and continued to go along with it. Why? Because I was getting more action now than I have been in months and I've needed this. She placed my arms through the armholes and put the hood on my head. I think I was wearing a onesie, but I couldn't be sure. She began buttoning up the front with both hands, and that's when I realized she moved her hand.

I groaned and opened my eyes, "What the hell? You can't just start me up and shut me down before you've finished!" I said dramatically. Then I looked at the mischievous look in her eyes and I groaned. "What now?" Before I could even comprehend what was happening, she pushed me out of the dressing room into the packed hallway, full of people waiting to get changed.

Within seconds, the people started screaming my name, and pointing at me. Like barbarians, if you ask me. The cameras started going off and my face turned beat red with embarrassment, almost reaching the colour of the very fashionable ladybug onesie I was currently wearing. People started mobbing me and I tried to look back into the dressing room to find Demi, but the door was left open with nobody inside.

I looked towards the entrance and saw Demi with a smirk on her face; she winked directly at me, and then walked out of the store.

This is what I get for dating someone like Demi. I groaned, fighting my way to the crowd towards my empty dressing room, where my clothes had mysteriously disappeared. Great, just great. I smacked my hand against my forehead and dragged it down against my face, morphing my features; I let out another groan. Then I realized people were still taking pictures, and most likely videos, and I didn't even want to see what those pictures of me look like online later on tonight. So I grabbed my bag from my dressing room and with whatever dignity I had left, I walked to the front of the store and bought the damn onesie. Damn Topshop. Damn Demi. Damn everything.

I am never going to live this down, I thought, as I walked through the parking lot to my car, surrounded my paparazzi.