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February 6th, 1995
Edie whistled through her teeth as they made their way into the Victoria’s Secret - Stevie walking behind her, blushing bright red. While she was normally the first to proudly announce that they were a couple in any public setting, Edie had convinced her that they should role play a little today in front of the sales girl. She was just there ‘to help her roommate pick something out for Valentine’s Day.’ Stevie knew that it would have probably been risky to go into the fitting room with her girlfriend there to weigh in on her selection but she still was worried she’d flub the lie if any of the employees asked. Thankfully most of them were giving Edie a wide berth, though clearly still staring at her like she was lost or might steal something, but wouldn’t engage with her.
She had on black jeans that were so ripped Stevie wondered often how she managed to pull them up, a Metallica t-shirt that was more holes than shirt and a black sports bra - clearly not their target customer, even around Valentine’s Day. Stevie quickly got lost in trying to find anything that would fit, a constant issue between her and the ‘angels’ running things here, and after scouring the entire store only found 5 items she wanted to try on for Edie and started to make her way over to the fitting room - her girlfriend trailing behind pretending she wasn’t very interested in what Stevie was holding.
“Oh wait - you definitely need to try this on too!” Edie said before they could make their way back and grabbed a pink bra with hearts over the nipples off the rack, a devilish grin on her face. “They didn’t have it in my size…they almost never get anything big enough for me - honestly half of these probably won’t go on but sometimes the labels can be deceiving so I just grabbed them to try.” As they whispered back and forth about whether or not she should try it on, an employee finally came over to check on them. “Can I help you find anything ladies?” she asked, scanning Edie up and down with a raised eyebrow.
“My friend is shopping for a Valentine’s outfit to impress her boyfriend and I was just suggesting this saucy little number,” Edie thrust the bra a little too close into the woman’s face, grinning when she flinched away. “You don’t happen to have it in a larger size in the back? She’s very gifted in that area, unlike me,” Edie said, gripping her own chest lewdly. “I would be happy to check on that for you - can I get you to a changing room first my dear?” she asked Stevie with a much more polite grin. “Oh I’m going with her - gotta make sure she doesn’t get stuck in one of those medieval torture devices y’all call bras. Especially since you don’t make things in a size above heroin chic - gotta make sure my friend is comfortable.”
The clerk was clearly ready to do anything to get Edie off their sales floor so didn’t say a word other than “room 7” and unlocked said door before sauntering off to the back to check on the sizing…if she was even going to bother to do that. Once they were alone in the fitting room the two of them burst into laughter, “I can’t believe her face when you grabbed your boobs…oh my god I wish I had a camera.” “Don’t tempt me to come back here with the polaroid baby - this is already shaping up to be a day to remember and you’re still dressed,” Edie teased as they locked themselves in the dressing room.
Thankfully the clerk had given them a larger room so Stevie didn’t feel as claustrophobic as she usually did when trying on clothes but it was still a little cramped with Edie’s big personality in the space. Stevie started to strip efficiently but Edie tsked and took over instead, “I know you’re eager to find the perfect outfit for Valentine’s but you’ve got to take it slowly - we don’t want to ruin the show, hmm?” She carefully slid off Stevie’s jacket, sweater, pants, shoes and even socks while watching her face in the mirror's reflection and drinking in every subtle shift of her face.
When she was down to just the underwear she wore in and a nursing bra Stevie tried to look down at the hook and get something to try on but Edie gently tilted her chin back up so she was facing the mirror, “hold on there…I’m not done. Look at that stunning woman in the mirror…goddamn she is so gorgeous,” Edie’s hands felt like ice in the warmth of the fitting area as they skated up Stevie’s thighs, gently caressed her soft belly and then traced over the edge of her bra cups to the swell of her bust threatening to escape the garment.
Stevie’s face betrayed her inner thoughts and her brow stayed furrowed as she tried to see what Edie saw - it was something they’d been working on as they established their relationship but she still struggled to love her body the way Edie did. Seeing that she wasn’t feeling up to pushing further yet Edie just carefully helped her undress and try on the first set - just a dark red bra and matching bottoms.
“I mean you know I love how you look no matter what you wear but it’s a little plain isn’t it?” Edie queried, running her hand over Stevie’s hips. “Yeah it was just one of the only ones in my actual size so I thought I’d try it but I don’t like how low these underwear sit on my stomach…” Stevie sighed and swapped to a red lacy negligee instead. Again, it fit but didn’t accentuate any part of Stevie which was honestly the hardest part to believe - she had so many delicious curves but they were lost under this boring garment.
Edie made an X with her arms to indicate she was not a fan and helped her into a pink matching set that was partially see-through and had tiny red hearts all over it. “I like the way these bottoms fit much better…the top is a little tight but…what do you think?” Stevie asked Edie but her eyes stayed on the mirror as she turned to the side and inspected how the bra sides dug into her, causing a little bit of her skin to stick out on either side. “Keep the undies but let’s try another bra…” the pink one with the heart nipples wouldn’t even clasp so they moved on to a fancy red bra that clasped in the front and had a strap going down her cleavage, mimicking a heart shape with the exposed skin.
“It isn’t uncomfortable but it looks too tight, don’t you think?” Stevie turned around and Edie, who had actually been very well-behaved the entire time, felt her blood rush to her face. Stevie’s chest was always full looking, even when Edie had just fed, but it was barely contained by the bra she had on. Though on any woman the bra would make a heart shape, Stevie’s breasts were pushed up so high it was a damn near perfect plump, cartoony heart being presented to Edie and she wanted to feel the love.
She coughed and started to launch into the phrase they’d previously agreed upon to start this phase of the scene, “I don’t think your boyfriend is good enough to see you looking like this…” but before she could finish there was a sharp knock on the fitting room door. “Miss? I was able to get you a larger size in that bra you requested!” Edie bit back a groan and then opened the door just a sliver to retrieve the hanger and hand back the smaller bra hissing “thank youuuu,” sarcastically at the clerk. “If you need anything else I’ll be at the counter!” she called before scuttling off. They were alone again.
“What were you saying Edie?” Stevie asked in a faux confused voice, biting her lower lip to keep from giggling. “I was saying…” Edie leaned over, pressing Stevie against the fitting room wall and gently tracing her fingertips over the heart shaped outline, “I think the only one who should get to see you like this is me.” Stevie got lost in her eyes, so dark they were almost black, and forgot her next line, eagerly kissing her girlfriend instead and wrapping her arms around her narrow waist.
When she pulled back, a line of spit still connected their lips and she leaned forward to lick it off Edie’s mouth with a soft whimper before saying, “I think you might be right about that Edie - I only want to be with you. We should get out of here though…I don’t want to make a scene.” Edie grinned and moved down to suck and lick eagerly at the exposed skin above the bra cups and then whispered, “you’d best be quiet then my darling.”
She unbuckled the center strap of the bra quickly and tugged the too-tight cups down, releasing as much of Stevie’s bare breasts as she could before setting about the task at hand. Normally she’d take ages to worship her girlfriends perfect breasts but they unfortunately didn’t have time on their side in this setting so she began to feed almost immediately. Her deft fingers tweaking and pinching the opposing nipple with the level of effort usually reserved for her guitar. Stevie had her knuckles in her mouth to try and keep quiet - the dark red lipstick she’d worn that day staining her skin.
After a moment Edie leaned back to admire her work then tsked, “we forgot to try on the other bra. That sales lady was nice enough to get it…let’s see how it matches these cute little panties.” Edie ran the full palm of her hand over the center of the underwear as a little hint of things to come before removing the red bra and putting Stevie into the pink one instead. It actually fit perfectly, though the red hearts were quickly becoming a darker color as Edie’s spit and Stevie’s milk broke through the thin fabric.
“Oh yes… this is a keeper don’t you think?” Edie said, turning Stevie so she was once again facing herself in the mirror. She pinched her nipple hard, Stevie letting out a soft groan as more milk was expressed, soaking the little lace heart and dribbling down her breast. “Look at my girlfriend, isn’t she gorgeous? Good thing I stole her from that awful man who didn’t treat her right, hmm? Don’t you think she looks incredible like this? Wanton and wet and waiting for me…give her a kiss Stevie don’t be shy.”
Stevie looked at Edie in the mirror, they’d talked about everything of course, but she did have a way out of this if she chose. A single snap of her fingers would mean it was too hard…too much to try and undo the years of negative comments from her mother, Tommy, girls at school, not to mention magazines. She wanted to love herself though…she wanted to see what Edie saw, so she looked hard at herself in the mirror.
Her hair was gorgeous, always an easy place to start because she had immense pride in the long, chestnut waves. Her eyes - which she’d always thought of as a boring, muddy brown - were actually a golden hazel befitting a Queen according to Edie. They did seem to shine even in the low light of the fitting room, glancing back at herself full of love for her partner and maybe, love for herself. Her hands, still stained with lipstick, traced the edges of her mouth - full enough but not as plush as Edie’s lips. Then there was the hardest part to take on, studying her body.
Her breasts did sit nicely in the bra and though the wetness of the hearts gave her pause and made her blush she could appreciate the shape and size of her chest. She was grateful it had fed her children and now served as an added bonus for her greedy girlfriend. Giggling at that thought her eyes finally reached her stomach and she felt surprised to see that it wasn’t the wasteland of saggy skin and stretch marks she perceived it as normally.
It was just skin - no evil assigned to it. In fact when she saw it, being carefully caressed by her girlfriends hands, she was proud of each mark and droop because that was the belly that brought her the most joyful of things. Her two children, loving touches by Edie, delicious new recipes she worked on with Wayne in the kitchen, and soft fabrics of lovely clothes now that she was more confident in trying things on.
Her thighs, wide and bearing similar signs of growth and time were the strong limbs she’d wrap around her lover in moments of ecstasy…not something to detest. What lay between them, also growing damp under her girlfriends ministrations, was no longer a place that was seldom touched by her former husband except when it was to seek his pleasure. Now it was worshiped so regularly that she wondered if it wasn’t the strongest muscle in her body. Glancing back up at her face in the glass she was surprised to see that she was crying but also grinning broadly.
Leaning forward she kissed the glass eagerly, opening her eyes to watch Edie as she did, leaving lipstick marks, trails of spit and even a few droplets of milk behind from pushing her chest against the mirror. When she stepped back she was surprised at how much it affected her and she pulled Edie’s face back down to her chest, “mommy has some more milk for you baby…drink up.” Edie didn’t need to be told twice and latched on to the other nipple sucking milk through the lace hungrily, soaking the garment completely.
Knowing they didn’t have much more time she pulled back after a minute, whispering, “can I eat you out now Mommy? I’m still hungry…” Stevie nodded and put one leg up on the seat of the fitting room while Edie knelt on the ground, eager for what lay before her. The pink sheer underwear was completely drenched and Edie could see every fold and curl of hair pressed against it like it was separated from her by a sheet of glass. “You are a work of art darling…” she said with a sigh before diving in greedily.
Edie lapped at every inch of flesh she could reach, her tongue making the fabric even more damp before she began to suck it into her mouth. The taste of Stevie and spit mixing on her tongue was incredible but she knew she had to get to work quickly so she slid the damp underwear to the side, it stuck to Stevie’s inner thigh with a satisfying wet noise. She lapped at two fingers and began to rub them over her clit, the sensitive nub trapped between them as she eagerly ate out Stevie, her tongue thrusting in and out of her entrance.
As she pulled back her tongue to lap at and tease the stretching edge of her hole, something that always drove Stevie wild, Stevie put both feet on the bench and pushed Edie’s head back so that she was squatting on her face in the cramped room. Stevie’s hand was now completely covering her mouth and nose in a desperate attempt to hold back her cries as she rode her girlfriend's talented mouth.
Edie took a deep breath then resumed her work with glee as Stevie ground down, hips bucking so wildly there was legitimate concern she’d break the walls of the fitting room. After a few more stuttered thrusts Stevie came with a groan, panting breaths slipping through the gap of her fingers over her mouth. Edie greedily sucked every drop of wetness from her before cleaning her up as best she could with her handkerchief and putting the damp underwear back into place.
Stevie slumped against the mirror, thoroughly debauched and exhausted while Edie carefully removed the tags from the bra and panties, putting them in her pockets. Then she kissed Stevie, licking into her mouth because Stevie loved to taste both of them and would eagerly suck on Edie’s tongue every time. Pulling back made Stevie whimper and try to reach for more but Edie whispered, “I gotta go pay for these because you’re wearing them home for round two…besides if we don’t get out of here soon we might get arrested.”
She blushed, having temporarily forgotten where they were and began to put the garments she wasn’t taking back on their hangers hastily. “You take your time getting dressed darling I’ll go and pay,” Edie said, kissing her soundly one last time before leaving the room. Putting on her clothes over the wet underwear was not ideal but she didn’t have a better plan - tucking her thankfully clean and dry underwear into her purse was embarrassing enough.
Stevie left the items she didn’t want and hastily swiped the mirror off with a Kleenex, turning bright red again, before rushing to meet Edie. She was standing outside the entrance, receipt in hand and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Well that was a fun day of shopping but I think it’s time to head home baby, don’t you?” “I agree…though maybe next time I’ll make you try on some clothes in there,” Stevie said with a laugh, gesturing to the Hot Topic.