"What do you think of these?" She asked, holding up a pair of nearly see-through, lacey panties to herself. The only answer I could manage is a smile and clearing my throat. "Yeah, not really a fan either." She said, setting back in the table she had pulled them from.
Anna was having the time of her life, while I was here struggling to keep my dirty mind at bay. She kept grabbing things off the tables and holding them up to her. Every so often, I would grab something and show it to her, not really interested in the underwear, but more interested what she thought of them, and how surprisingly passionate she seemed about them.
As we neared a table in the back of the store we found clearance items. Anna and I sifted through, not really finding anything of not.
"These are perfect!" Anna said loudly, grabbing up a bra and panty set and holding them up. They were black with cyan lace that made patterns of swirls and snowflakes, small bits of white trimming and accenting some of the designs. I admired them briefly before smiling and nodding, Then, Anna put them up to me. "These would be awesome on you!" putting them up to me and looking me up and down. Anna began pushing me towards a dressing room with them, "C'mon! you have to try them on!"
I tried to resist but she was surprisingly strong and unsurprisingly stubborn. The lady at the dressing rooms smiled at us and handed me a card with a two on it, and unlocked the door. I stepped in and locked the door behind me.
Sighing, I began to undress, hanging the clothing onto the bench. Once I put them on, I turned and admired myself in the mirror. They were a bit snug, but fit well all things considered. The bra was supportive and the panties were soft. I smiled at my reflection. Say what you want about Anna, she knows her stuff.
"How are they?" Anna asked through the door.
"They're nice!" I said back, beginning to change back into my clothes. I stepped out of the dressing room, fully clothed, and checked the tag on the two pieces of clothing. Not bad, only $60. I handed my card back to the attendant and smiled at Anna.
"Are you going to get them?" She asked.
"I think so." I answered her with smile, "Are you going to get anything? I feel a little weird buying a gift for myself."
"I'm ok," She said, smiling slyly at me, "You buying those is like a gift for me." She said, winking my way.
I felt my face redden deeply, creeping all the way to my neck. The attendant giggled at us. I carried them up to the front, feeling embarrassed for some strange reason. The cashier rang me out and slipped them into a bag, "Victoria's Secret" embossed on the side in gold. I laughed a little. You're being embarrassed by buying things that literally every woman buys? Prude. I smiled, that wasn't as bad as I expected.
"Hey! They have a sale too!" Anna said, dragging me over to yet another store. I followed willingly.
I already bought something, this shouldn't be too bad. Anna kept bouncing between tables, grabbing different pairs of bra and panty sets, and by the end of it she had a whole armful.
"Any of this look good?" She said.
I glanced at the armful, unable to see any of them. "Yes?" I said unconvincingly.
"I'm gonna go try them on! Wait here," She said, pointing to the small bench as she headed to the far wall where the dressing rooms are.
I waited for a long while, sitting on the bench, trying to not make eye contact with anyone who walked by.
"Are you waiting for someone?" A store employee asked.
"Y-yeah," I stuttered, "my friend is over in the dressing room."
"Is your name Elsa?" She asked, smiling at me.
I stared at her, bemused. "Yeah, how did you know?"
She pointed in the direction of the dressing room. "She's been asking for you for a little while now."
I said a quick thank you and headed over to the dressing room. "Anna?" I said loudly so she would hear through the door. She pulled the door open suddenly, standing in the doorway, barely dressed. As I glanced over black with light pink lace that adorned her, I froze stunned, and missed everything she was saying to me. She looked at me for a second, expectantly. Before I could answer, she looked suddenly scared and grabbed me by my t-shirt, dragging me into the dressing room with her.
I stumbled and landed on the bench against the wall. I found myself sitting in the pile of her clothes. I sat for a second, surely bright red, as Anna stayed turned away from me, peering through the crack in the door.
She clicked it closed, leaning back against it and sighing, before turning back to me.
I could feel my jaw still hanging open and face still burning from my blush. She glanced over herself briefly, before looking back at me.
"S-sorry! She blurted out, as she began looking around for her clothes.
I grabbed the pile out from under me and handed them to her, looking away as I did. Jeez Elsa, I know you were stunned but you were very much staring. Shaking my head, I attempted to clear away my thoughts.
She changed back into her clothes, while I focused intently on the corner of the room.
"Hans is outside," She explains briefly. I glance in her direction finder her, mercifully for me, dressed. She was trying to peak through the crack in the door again.
"Are you scared of him?" I asked her.
She turned towards me, clearly faking bravado. "No," She says, her voice clearly wavering.
"Well do you wanna get out of here instead of hiding in a changing room?" I ask her cautiously. I watch worry flit over her face briefly.
She finally smiled at me. "You're right," She says, still clearly not confident, "let's get out of here." She grabbed up the clothes she was trying on and took a deep breath before stepping out of the dressing room door. "Anna!" Hans said loudly, clearly stunning Anna into silence.
As fate would have it, Hans was right there, waiting for his girlfriend who was in the next dressing room. "H-hey," she stuttered to him. I stood just behind her to her right, as she faced Hans.
He glanced down at the clothes in her hand. "Did you leave some clothes behind?" It was an honest question, but something about the way he said it almost sounded challenging.
"No," She answered quickly, "Just looking at something new."
"And is this your newest mark?" He said glancing at me, "Already found someone to leech from?"
I watched as Anna balled up her free fist. I reached out and grabbed her hand, stepping up to her side. "I'm just a roommate." I said, butting in.
"Trying on lingerie together, holding hands," He said, his voice annoyingly confident, "Must be on hell of a roommate." I blushed hard, seeing the situation from his perspective, but refused to let go of Anna's hand.
Please Anna, don't punch him in the face again.
Hans continued to push around. "And the way you seem to cling on to her, you must be easy." His word stung a lot more than I thought, but I stayed silent. Anna didn't.
"Fuck off, Hans," She spat at him. He just smiled in response.
I glanced at her, seeing the anger and defensiveness in her eyes. She's almost scary. I could feel her hand loosen and then hold onto mine. I could feel it shaking slightly. She's scared, too. I tugged on her hand in the direction of the register. "C'mon," I said softly, "We have fun to get to." I gave my best attempt at a smile.
She glanced at me, and back to Hans. "Smell you later, Hans." She said snidely then turned, and tugged me along towards the register.
She had a firm grip on my hand as we walked up to the register. She dropped the clothes she had down onto the counter and began to think. With my free hand, I grabbed out my wallet and slipped out my card. Anna tried to protest but I refused.
The cashier smiled at us, calling us cute. I gave a smile back, thanking her, and taking back my card. I handed Anna the bag, and we left, doing our best to ignore Hans' smirking face.
We wandered into the food court and sat down at one of the far tables.
Anna squeezed my hand. "Thank you." She said softly.
"No problem." I said back. I let go of her hand and turned around. "Do you want to get something to eat?"
She glanced around, still clearly trying to resist the urge to cry. He really gets to her. I can't tell if she's sad, scared or mad. "How about PandaExpress?" she said finally.
I smiled, "What do you want?"
"Just the bowl with fried rice and orange chicken." She said, giving a small smile back.
I squeezed her hand before getting up to go grab food. I ordered us both the same thing and grabbed us both a chocolate milk and chopsticks. When I sat back down, she seemed to be in better spirits. Especially after I slid her bowl and chocolate milk
"Thank you," She said, with an earnest smile.
I shot a smile back and reached for my chopsticks, cracking them apart and popping open my bowl. I scooped up a bite and had almost lifted it to my mouth when I looked at Anna. She had her chopsticks held awkwardly in her hand. She was struggling to dig her chopsticks in and scoop the rice with them. I stopped and smiled at her.
She looked at me. "You know staring might be considered rude." She said jokingly.
"Sorry," I said half-heartedly, "sometimes I can't help but stare when you're being cute." I blushed a little as I said it, but knew I meant it. Flirting now Elsa? Maybe there's hope for you yet.
To my surprise, she blushed a bit too. "Well now were both blushing, Happy?" She said with a mock pout, "I'm gonna stop fighting these sticks and go grab a fork."
I smiled to myself as she walked away. Good job salvaging the date Elsa. I laughed to myself a little at the thought. Hans was right a little. It did look like were on a date. We were shopping together, eating lunch, and I guess got very close in the dressing room. I let out a sigh. "Maybe a date isn't a bad name for it," I said quietly to myself.
"Who's going on a date?" Anna said, appearing next to me suddenly. My blush was nearly audible as she sat back down, fork in hand.
"uhh," I was struggling to get words out, she had surprised me. Before I could put my brain back together, she gave a little laugh, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.
"It doesn't have to be a date just because Hans said so." She said, trying to be comforting.
"I know," I said.
"It could be if you want," She said, giving a little wink. I played it cool and took a drink of my milk. "If it goes well maybe I'll get lucky."
Her comment caught me off guard and I nearly spit out my drink. Instead, I ended up choking on it. As I was dying a quick death of chocolate milk and embarrassment Anna was laughing.
"You sure are cute when you get flustered." She said through her laughing.
"Shut up," I said, faking a pout.
The rest of the meal was finished in good spirits. No talk of the confrontation at the store earlier or what it was all about. Soon we sat back, satisfied, with smiles on our faces.
"So," I started after a long silence, "Do you want to head home or keep shopping?"
She thought for a second. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead let out a yawn. "I think we should go home," she said with a laugh.
I laughed in agreement and gathered up our trash. After walking over and dropping the trash in the bin, I headed back to the table, where Anna had already grabbed our bags. I lead the way to my car, feeling thankful for my close spot, and popped open the bag hatch for Anna to load the bags.
We hopped in and I turned the car on, leaning back in my seat, feeling surprisingly tired. The clock on my dash read 4:13. We spent a lot more time in there than I thought!
The drive home was quiet aside from the classical station, playing softly. Every so often I would glance in Anna's direction as I watched her lean against the door and drift in and out of sleep. Her periods of sleep marked by soft snores that would disappear whenever she woke up, and disappear again when she drifted off. Smiling to myself, I hummed along with Moonlight Sonata, and drove home slowly. The drive was enjoyable, so there was no need to rush.
I pulled into the driveway and parked, turning the car off and waking Anna with a gentle nudge. I grabbed the bags from the back, as Anna followed me to the door tiredly. I set the bags down by the door and slip off my shoes.
Anna kicked off her shoes and curled up right on the couch. Giggling softly to myself, I grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over her. She gave a little smile and snuggled into it. "Thanks, Els." She whispered softly.
I dropped myself into the recliner, kicking out the footrest, and leaning back as far as I could before letting out a long yawn.
I closed my eyes and briefly thought of how Hans was accusing us of being a couple. A sexually involved one at that. I ignored the blush that tried to come over me, and laughed to myself, choosing to think instead of Anna when she dragged me into the dressing room.
Maybe Hans' ideas aren't so bad.
*Author's Note*
Hey guys! Sorry that the new chapter took so long. Now that I am writing for myself I will never again complain when my favorite writers take a while to update. The winter break laziness hit me hard! Hope this one brings you some happiness!