Cheri’s Secret

Holding it inside was too much to bear

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Bisexual exploration

Cheri slid the blouses along the store’s rack, brushing her long hair back from her breasts and turning to Jessica. “How about this? Think he’ll like it?”

“Maybe. Don’t know.” Jessica wasn’t enthused. She glanced around the aisle, spying tight jeans and hip-hugging hiking shorts. “Marv likes hiking.”

Cheri smiled. “Sounds serene. Like up to the falls?”

“Yeah, and the hot springs.”

“That’s quite a drive,” said Cheri, fumbling with the array of slacks and socks, moving from one rack to the other and loving the summer fashions on display.

Jessica looked perplexed, running a hand down her thighs. “I’m not sure there’s anything here I really like.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Not sure.” She scrunched her lips and furrowed her brow as other women strolled past, running fingers over silky tops and holding slacks and jeans against their waists.

Cheri waved off Jessica’s concerns. “Come on, it doesn’t matter what you wear.” She lowered her voice. “Or don’t wear. He’s crazy for you.”

“Think so?”

“Yeah, he is.”

Jessica looked relieved. “Then maybe I don’t need to anything to my meager wardrobe.”

“Meager?” Cheri shook her head. “You look good in anything.” Cheri admired Jessica. Her friend’s legs were leaner. Her breasts were well-proportioned for her body and, Cheri often thought about it but never said anything, Jessica’s ass was tight and oh-so-cute.

“You’re such a good friend.” Jessica pivoted, hugged Cheri, and surrendered to her lack of inspiration. “Why don’t we go back to my place? Just to chill. Shopping for nothing wears me out.”

“Okay. Just a minute. I might get something.”

“If you’d like. See you at the car.” Jessica exited.

And Cheri’s insides began pulsing when she turned to a display of panties, thongs and bikini bottoms. Silky and ever-so-pretty to the touch. She picked up a pastel pink bikini bottom that was too small for her, but just the right size for Jessica.

Her breath caught. She chose a purple thong and another teal bottom.

She and Jessica had been friends since high school and had slept over, lying in bed, with Jessica smoothing her nightgown and dreaming about a future husband while Cheri had propped herself on her elbow staring into her friend’s eyes and silently dreaming about Jessica.

During college, enter Marv, an almost too-good-to-be-true kinda guy. Cheri had more interest in women but Marv made her weak. She got to know him during literature classes that he took as a way to enjoy something other than his engineering major.

She liked how he spoke about the meanings he pulled from the narrative and Cheri felt like he’d be a good fit for Jessica who was writing poems and love stories. She had always wanted the best for her friend. But enough reflection.

Now, time was passing. She scooped up the underwear, paid, and hurried to the car where Jessica was reclining in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone.

Cheri put the bag in the back seat and slid behind the wheel, feeling her skirt rise up her thighs.

“Were you trying on everything in the store?” Jessica chuckled.

“Oh, just looking.” Cheri started up. “Your place then?”

“Sure. Let’s just do nothing for a while.”

“Sounds good.” Cheri drove away wondering why she felt so strongly for her friend.