I can't wear this, no way. This… spaghetti strap tank top, its...loose. This can't be real silk; Polyester. This v-neck is cut so low. And what's with these jeans? They're so tight, I'm not even sure I'd be able to sit in these. Amy thinks a jacket is gonna make all this look better, "Amy, did you find a jacket, cause I don't know if I like this, I feel so expos-" I opened the door to the dressing room a bit more dramatic than I care to admit but I did not find Amy on the other side of the door, it was someone else. I froze when I saw her, her red hair fell over to one side into a braid aside from a few strands, hanging over her shoulder, she stood there in a dress that clung to her...body, with a denim jacket. I wonder if a denim jacket would work with this.

"I think it's cute." She looked me up and down. Her...very blue eyes landed on mine, her bright pink lips smiling at me, "You should tuck it in though."

"Oh um," I was already tucking this tank top in when I noticed. I also noticed she was stepping closer to me. Who is this girl? She doesn't even have any clothes with her, she's got to be with someone. But I didn't get the chance to ask her yet.

"Here, like this." She said to me.

Her hands were on mine, moving them from my waist where I was apparently doing this all wrong. She hooked one finger on my jeans and pulled just a little, she took her other hand slid the top into the jeans effortlessly. Her arms were around me, but she kept her eyes on mine. I must be going crazy right now.

"I'm Chloe," she smiled again.

Every stiff thing in my body melted away. Instead of looking like an unpackaged doll, I now feel like a limp kid whose mother is dressing them up for Easter, "Beca," I gulped.

She pointed to the mirror at the end of the short hallway, "See."

I actually kind of like it. I mean I wouldn't go as far Amy and say that I'd look like total lesbian but it could work. I'm all caught up in this whirlwind of confidence, I find myself asking Chloe if she would help try on the rest of these clothes...in the dressing room I added after an awkward pause, "Come on," I grabbed her by the hand and led her into the dressing room, closing the door the behind me.

I can't believe I'm doing this right now. If Amy found out, she'd never let me forget. Now is not the time to be thinking about that. Chloe grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer by the belt loops. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I wrapped my arms around her and locked my fingers together.

"You know, I think you look sexy like this." Chloe said to me.

I don't know if its the way her eyes looked at me, heavy, like she was trying to take it all in or if the was way she smirked at me or the way one her hands had find its way under my top to the small of my back, but all that confidence from earlier came back. I pushed her as lightly as I could against the wall and I pressed my lips against hers. I wanted more so I started pressing my body into her, still not enough I grab her hips and pull her to me.

Her lips left mine. I'm disappointed for a moment, but then she kisses me right on my shoulder, it might be my shoulder or just above the clavicle. I cant even pay attention to where are and aren't cause I'm too busy tilting my head up and rolling my eyes. I let my hand slide down her leg, feeling her skin for the first time. It's as soft as I thought it was going to be. She kept kissing me... everywhere. Thank you Amy, for this tank top.

There's alot of shifting and adjusting but the next time I'm aware of my surroundings Chloe's jacket is on one of the hooks, the jeans I tried on the hook next to it. Chloe reached past me and one the third hook was her underwear. I turned back to her and she smiled at me. She should really get that trademarked. More on that later, we're kissing again. I hiked her dress up and let my hands find their way between her thighs. I teased her, sliding my fingertips along her skin. Everything she does to me, makes me feel bolder. She started placing kisses down my chest, pushed the top aside, she rubbed her finger across my nipple and I took in a sharp breath. I think once she realized I really, really like what she was doing she replaced her fingers with her lips. I need this feeling to devour me.

I don't think anyone can want me as much as she wants me right now. Her mouth is otherwise occupied so she communicated with her hands exactly what she wanted from me. My fingers are inside her now. It's warm, wet, can I say inviting? I want to feel every part of her and that is what I set out to do. While I go back and forth between pressing my finger into her and rubbing gently against her walls and pressing and rubbing on her clit, she's moaning into my chest and grabbing my backside, kneading and trying to get as much grip as she can.

"Yea?" I asked.

"Yes," Chloe whispered back. She's got her mouth covered with her hand now. Her body tensed against me and leaned into me. She dropped her hand from her mouth and exhaled, " Oh my God," she smiled, " Do you do that for everyone who compliments you?"

"No ,actually," I laughed.

"I should go find Aubrey, my friend," she waved her phone at me, "Can I, um, get your number?"

She handed me her phone, "Sure, here." While typing my number and calling myself, she had already put her jacket back on.

"Thanks," she took her phone from, and slipped out behind the door.

When the door closed, I noticed Chloe had left her...underwear behind. I peeked out from the dressing room, but she was gone already.