He rolled his eyes as she sauntered out in yet another top. He lost count of outfits, but he was positive this was the seventh shop they had been in that afternoon. Evan was shocked that his good friend Brianne couldn't tell that he was being tortured by all this girlie nonsense. Lord knows if he had wanted pants, he would walk into the closest store to home, picked out his size (what was with all this trying on anyways? Didn't women know what size they were by the time they reached adulthood?), bought them and was home in under an hour. Brianne seemed to enjoy the conquest of a new outfit, and Evan had a day to kill, so for today, he humored her. Besides, her ass looked great in a new pair of tight pants.
He was really actually very lucky to have a friend like Brianne. They had tried being a couple years ago, only to find they hated the constrictions brought upon a modern couple. They liked each other enough, and occasionally, if they were both in a dry spell and feeling a little a lonely a little sexual relief was worth three hours of "Should I go with the apricot or coral colored pants?" They both looked pink to Evan.
She popped out after what seemed like hours, and paid for two shirts and one pair of pants. And the Brianne got that look. The last time she got that look, he was arrested for indecent exposure at Great America. They had been on a standing roller coaster, clicking their way to the top, when she suggested that he remove all his clothes for the ride down. She threw in a twenty for added incentive, and he started stripping. He would never forget the way gravity could wreak havoc on your dick when your coasting down at ungodly speeds completely nude. Brianne had just cackled until the park security had him in the cuffs. Then she paid his bail. She was certainly not boring.
She was single-handedly responsible for anytime Evan had been nude in public, his first threesome (with two girls, thank you very much), and on the quieter side, his discovery of the female multiple orgasm. Evan prepared himself for what she might suggest this time. Strangely enough it sounded rather routine.
"Evan, could you stop at one more shop before we go back to my place?" Uh-oh. That was her kittenish voice. Never good. Her request to go to the nearest lingerie shop would have sounded fun and naughty to a naive and untrained guy, but Evan had been "lingerie shopping" with Brianne before, and it always meant holding her purse while she tried on sexy clothes behind the door, while the women and store clerks stared at him like he was a sex offender/foot fetishist. Yet, she did say one last store. And there was the look. So into the land of the frilly pink bra sets he wandered and prayed he would find a nice cushiony bench to park on. He did.