Second-Hand Dresses

Chapter 31: Betrayal's Knife

No blade is sharper than the broken glass of a friendship shattered.

—Laovin Degrasil-Mast

Lily hummed to herself as she sat in one of the front chairs and worked on the embroidery of Nirih's dress. It was fine detail work using a classic pattern. Penir, the famed seamstress who taught Lily, had made her memorize hundreds of them before forcing her to spend months sewing each one until she could do it blindfolded or while distracted. Now, embroidering the pattern was soothing and calming.

It also meant her thoughts could bob in the sea of her thoughts. Most of them were focused on her morning with Kendrick. Every time she imagined his fingers thrusting inside her or the feel of his thick cock, her pussy grew wetter. It was far more distracting than the embroidery, though her needle never wavered from its design.

After hours of thinking of sex, her needle started to miss its mark. In fear of making an irrevocable mistake, she kicked off her shoes and folded one leg underneath her. She pressed the ridge of her foot along her slit and ground down. It was obscene and inappropriate, but even the small pressure helped relieved the rapidly growing desire to throw everything down and rush back into his arms.

Lily returned to her work, rocking slowly against her foot as the inches of the embroidery slowly formed underneath her needle and fingertips. Her humming returned as she enjoyed the sunlight coming through the store front and the unsteady flow of people walking in front of her without anyone stopping to come inside.

The bell on the front door rang out.

She jumped, pricking herself with a needle. Looking up, there was a brief fear that Djulian was coming for Nirih's dress. When she saw Mindil standing there, bags in each hand, the surprise flowed away leaving both joy and guilt behind.

"Lily!"

Mindil wore a emerald dress with a cream portrait collar trimmed in white lace. Stretched across her breasts, the collar gave the impression of her about to fall out of it; the effect was magnified when she held up her hands for a hug.

It was the wrong color for the season but Lily knew how to fix that. She smiled to herself and set down her embroidery. She had to take a moment to make sure she hadn't soaked the seat with her inappropriate thoughts before coming over to sink into Mindil's embrace.

"Oh," whispered Mindil, "I missed you." There was something brimming in the woman's words.

Lily felt a surge of heat rise inside her. Tightening her inner muscles, she winced when her nether lips slid together with the slickness of hour-long fantasies burning in her head. Blushing, she pulled back but stopped when Mindil didn't release her. It was a light pressure against her back but one that felt like chains.

The heat rose inside her as she realized how close she was to Mindil's lips. The urge to reach over and kiss her rose up, filling her with a hungry desire.

Mindil's eyes flickered as she looked into Lily's. She was searching for something.

The guilt cut into Lily. She had cheated on Mindil and it was only a matter of time before their friendship was ruined. Tears threatened to form in her eyes. She pulled back, breaking Mindil's embrace. "D-Did you have a good trip?"

Mindil trailed her hand on Lily's shoulder before they parted. She cocked her head slightly and a ghost of a frown crossed her face. Slowly, she lowered her arms down.

Lily tensed. She backed away and looked away, afraid that Mindil would see what she had done.

"It was a good trip. The children were in high spirits." Mindil's voice sounded subdued. She gestured to the couch opposite of Lily. "Working on the girl's dress?"