DREA (GxG)

14. {La-La-Los Angeles}

Two days. We're only going to be gone for two days and three nights, yet Adreanna has me packing all this shit to drag behind me. Like... I don't get why I even listened to her. Pack a swimsuit, she said. Some warm clothes because it's California. The fuck? Do I look like I have warm clothes? I live in a freezer up north. It's always sweater weather. This is the warmest I have been and it's still sweater weather!

Then she went let's go shopping. So, here I am in a clothing store and I have no idea what to buy because in my head if I buy shorts, my legs or going to freeze off.

"Can you just choose something already? Anything?"

"These are all summer clothes."

"Exactly. It's California. It's hot!" she grabbed a couple of tops, shorts, skirts and dresses from a few racks. I followed her around looking at all the shit she was snatching. Then suddenly, she stopped. She looked at me, looked at the clothing rack, looked back at me, looked at the clothing rack then grabbed a skimpy as-hell lingerie that she dashed at me. She bit her lip, winked at me and scratched the air with her invisible claws. "Purr!"

I threw it back at her face, flipped her off and walked away to fold up in a corner and die. She didn't let me, dragging me by the arm towards the changing rooms. "Okay, in. Time to model for me."

"I despise you," I told her as I disappeared inside with the first outfit she handed to me. I stripped out of my clothes and dragged on the Mock neck tank top and houndstooth skirt she got me. She passed me a pair of sunglasses. "Why do I need this?"

"It's part of the look. The look isn't completed without it."

I groaned and jammed it on my face. A beret, PLAID, waved before my eyes. "Seriously?" She hummed. I sighed and faced the mirror, cotching it on my head. When I turned back to step out I stepped on a pair of brown suede slim heeled ankle boots.

"What adult woman still wears a size five." I heard her drawl. "How do you find shoes?"

I didn't even complain this time, just dragged it on. "I order online. Are you done?"

"Yes!" she answered very proudly. "Come let me see you."

I flung the curtain and stepped out. She stood just outside the curtain, leaning against the wall by her shoulder and her legs crossed at the ankle. I posed for her and a smirk pulled at her lips. She twirled her finger. I spun slowly, very aware that this skirt felt like a very broad belt and less like a skirt. Her eyes are only going to be in one place.

And so thought, so done. As I glanced over my shoulder at her I found her eyes glued to my ass. "Eyes up here!" I teased.

Her eyes snapped up to mine then she rolled them, passing me a swimsuit. "Thoughts?"

"I like the outfit. Minus the beret and the glasses."

"We'll ditch those then. Did the shoes fit?"

"Yeah," I took the swimsuit from her hand and paused. "I'm supposed to put this on and come out here?"

"Or I can come in there." She smirked. I rolled my eyes and went back inside, stripping out of the outfit I had just gracefully dressed myself in. I lose the beret, kept the glasses and the boots then dragged on the black underwire one-piece she passed me. Thank God I shaved. Thank fucking god because I'm not even sure this is covering all of my vagina. I looked at my ass in the mirror and it's not even covered. Not even a little. My boobs surprisingly fit this very nicely which never happens. The western-style belt that emphasised my non-existent waist, pulled more attention to my hips and breast. My hand began to sweat with nerves. God!

"I'm not coming out in this," I told her, my nerves very much audible. "You can come in."

Still facing the mirror, I saw the curtain shift then she stepped in. Her eyes locked with mine through the mirror instantly then as she edged closer, her gaze fell to my body. She stashed away the clothes she carried to the nearby bench, making some of them fall to the floor. I couldn't help but laugh. She didn't care, closing the short space between us. I felt her hand on my hip and what was usually padded by clothes was now left up to her wondering eyes and hands. Our bodies came in contact as she gripped my other hip and I felt the air thicken, suddenly making it hard to breathe. She pressed our bodies together, her chin resting on my shoulder as she stared at me through the mirror.