"Stupid valet guys!"

  "What's wrong?" Wendy turned to Kristina with a look of concern. Her girlfriend was fidgeting endlessly in her seat trying to achieve a state of comfort.

  "They always mess with the seat, they're too short to reach the pedals so they have to move it up and ruin it's perfect placement." She reached along side of the cushion and, after a few seconds of searching, pulled a lever and moved her seat back a few inches. "There, that feels better."

  Wendy watched with amusement as Kristina stretched her legs, marveling at how strong they looked. She was about to say something when Katie interrupted.

  "Actually, he wasn't that short." She was sitting on the love seat with Amber who was flipping through channels on their new, satellite cable system with the remote control.

  Lisa and Rachel were lying together on the sofa.

  "He's taller than us," Lisa squeezed Rachel with her legs, "and we're the tallest here."

  Wendy turned in her seat, pouting slightly.

  "Only by a few inches."

  "You're tall too, honey." Kristina patted her shoulder reassuringly.

  "Anyway," Lisa continued, "Rachel and I are about the same height and he was a little taller than us."

  "No he wasn't." Rachel turned on her stomach to face Lisa. "I was checking him out before we left, he was our height."

  "You were 'checking him out'?"

  Rachel smiled at Lisa's query.

  "I didn't mean it like that."

  Lisa stared into her blue eyes, gently leaned down, and pressed her lips against Rachel's. Rachel bent her leg, rubbing her thigh against Lisa's hip, and returned the kiss. Lisa was just beginning to nibble on an ear when Rachel suddenly recoiled in pain.

  "I'm sorry I didn't..."

  "No, it's not your fault." Rachel reached down to massage her foot, "I just tied these shoes a little tight and now they're starting to pinch me." She untied the laces and soothed her reddened ankles with massaging fingers

  "Regardless," Katie spoke up again, "if he was taller than you Kristina, then he wouldn't need to move the seat up, he would have to move it back."

  "He might of, he didn't look like the brilliant type. And the only job he can land is a valet job? He's apparently not good enough to step inside the bar. Probably a massive dope-smoker too, I mean, did you see that dazed look on his face?"

  "Kristina!" Wendy, though smiling, was mildly shocked, "that was mean. What's your problem?"

  "I'm sorry, my panties are getting in a bunch and it's making me grumpy."

  Wendy shrugged off her words, excusing them as a cliche.

  "Maybe a soda will make you feel better."

  "That doesn't sound so bad."

  "Amber, grab a coke out of the fridge for Kris, will ya'."

  "Yeah, okay."

  Katie grabbed her and pulled her close before she could move.

  "And put a movie on, you can't find a channel to save your life."

  Amber smiled and stood quickly, banging her head against the ceiling in the process. While Katie winced in sympathetic pain, everyone else started to laugh.

  "I thought Lisa and I were the only ones who did that."

  "It's not funny Rachel, I just got up too quickly that's all."

  The van went over a hole in the road, but a few years of riding in the van coupled with an amazing suspension system kept Amber steady as she rubbed the back of her head.

  "I'm not getting you guys anything to drink."

  Katie slid her hand slowly along the inside of Amber's leg.

  "I wasn't laughing, can I have coke?"

  Amber closed her eyes and smiled, concentrating on the fingers that were trailing up her thigh. Lost in mild euphoria, Amber didn't move until a faint pain began to seep into her scalp as it grazed the roof of the van again. Her smile quickly faded.

  "What's wrong?"

  She was soothing her head with her hand as she glanced from the floor to the ceiling.

  "N... nothing, I guess. I'll get you guys your cokes."

  "Don't bother," Kristina turned the wheel as she headed for an underground parking structure, "We're here."

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  "God I love the mall."

  Kristina smiled at Wendy and then sighed longingly as she admired how her shorts hugged the firm curves of her gorgeous rear. She slipped her hands into one of the back pockets.

  "I love your body."

  Wendy returned the smile and put her arm around Kristina's waist.

  "You're showing a lot of skin with that skirt today, I like it."

  "Really?" Kristina looked down, realizing how the black fabric only went down about half thigh, exposing a sizable portion of tanned, muscular leg. "Wow, it must of shrunk in the wash." She tried pulling it down, but only succeeded in bringing the neckline of her dress below her tight brassiere.

  "Flash me why don't you."

  "Oh, stop it. So, where do we go?"

  "Macy's!" Lisa answered with a smile and glanced around at the rest of the group. "No one's saying anything, let's go."

  The walk through the mall was a hectic one, filled with people that were also through with midterms and wanted to blow off steam by spending hundreds of dollars at their favorite stores.

  Amber demanded to stop at a small stand that sold personalized t-shirts just so she could say hello to a woman she thought was attractive, but was pulled away by Katie who was itching to try on something new and something slightly more comfortable.

  After entering the department store, each of the six lovers picked about four items apiece off the racks and walked over to the fitting rooms. Wendy walked over to the sales clerk.

  "Can you make sure that no one else comes in here please?"

  The guy nodded, his tailored suit was freshly pressed and had the faint odor of chlorine on it.

  "If we don't come out within ten minutes," Wendy glanced over at Kristina who winked as she walked into one of the empty stalls, "give us an hour."

  "Yes miss, I hope everything is in order."

  While he was accustomed to seeing attractive women, ignoring them was part of his job. Most customers didn't appreciate being stared at. He was normally very good at this task but he couldn't help himself as he watched Wendy saunter over to Kristina's stall, give her a kiss, and close the door. A single drop of sweat dripped down his forehead as he called someone to take his place while he took a break.

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  The stalls had a large area to change in along with numerous hooks on which to hang a variety of outfits. One wall was dominated by a three-pronged mirror while the side walls each had a wide bench.

  It was on one of these benches that Katie sat while watching Amber choose her first ensemble. She pointed to one that Amber held in her left hand as she nibbled cutely on her thumbnail.

  "The blue one, try the blue one first."

  "All right." Amber took hold of her sleeves and began to squirm out of her top.

  Katie watched in quiet admiration as her breasts, now unrestrained by her tight shirt, retook their firm shape. She wanted to walk over and caress them, but she could wait.

  Amber buttoned up the silk blouse and posed in the mirror.

  "A little tight, but there's no shame in that."

  "See how it looks with the shorts."

  With a concealed sigh of relief, Amber unfastened her skirt and slipped it off over her sandals. She smiled as she pointed her plush posterior at Katie while fiddling with it, listening to her girlfriend sigh. She picked up a pair of jean shorts.

  "So, what are we going to do tonight?"

  "I don't know, I'm sure something will come up." Amber slipped a leg into one sleeve and then the other. She quickly drew them up her legs and began to lightly jump up and down.

  "What's wrong? You're scowling something fierce."

  "I can't get these shorts on."

  "Maybe they're the wrong size."

  "No, they're twenty-sixes, and I got Levis."

  "Well, perhaps it's..."

  "Shut up and get over here." Amber sat down on the other bench and lifted her legs up in the air. "I refuse to admit anything ... like that, has happened."

  Katie walked over and took hold of Amber's calves. She had to admit Amber still looked fantastic as she she strained to pull the shorts over her hips.

  "What are you smiling at?"

  "I just love you that's all, or more importantly, I love your legs. Tan, flawless, and ... Amber?"

  She stopped grunting and looked up.

  "These are your sandals right?"

  She nodded.

  "Did you notice this?"

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