With her pert young breasts and long, tan legs, Amanda just seemed like the kind of girl you'd want to corrupt. She had an innocence to her that was enticing to everyone she met, but Tiffany imagined from the start that it masked a hidden wild side aching to be let out.
They'd become the best type of girlfriends, the casual kind with a relationship focused on boys and fashion, TV shows and tabloids. And despite the fact that they were both straight, Tiffany had always felt a kind of attraction between them, a spark that excited in her a sense of challenge. It was months before she even realized it herself — hell, maybe she didn't ever realize it fully until that day. That one day.
It started out innocently enough, lunch at a cafe and a cappuccino. The conversation floated between topics as both girls sipped their beverages and laughed. Finally, as it always did, the topic of men came up.
"Well naturally I want a guy to love me," explained Amanda. "But I also just want someone who will throw me up against the wall and fuck me, you know? Can't I have both?!"
"Of course you can!" assured Tiffany.
"Someone who will bring out my wild side," she went on. Then she paused. She thought for a brief moment. "I don't know, I guess I'm not really the wild type. More of the cotton panties and tank top girl..."
She trailed off.
"Nothing wrong with that," smiled Tiffany, her mind flashing for a split second on an image of Amanda in white, cotton panties.
"I've never even worn lingerie!"
The conversation stopped awkwardly as the waiter dropped off the check. He smiled at the girls as if he knew what they were talking about, and Amanda blushed. When he was finally gone and out of earshot, Tiffany made an offer.
"You know, I know a lot about that stuff. I'd be happy to talk you shopping. I mean, every girl should have an arsenal of lingerie for when the right time comes."
"Really?" Amanda's eyes lit up betraying more of her inner thoughts than she would have liked. The topic made her nervous, uncomfortable. But still, this might be a golden opportunity...
"You know, there's a Frederick's a few blocks from here," Tiffany suggested. "If you want to check it out, I'd be happy to help."
"Frederick's?!" Amanda said, giggling awkwardly, as her face turned bright pink. She thought for a moment, glancing around and avoiding eye contact, as if looking directly at Tiffany would reveal some deep, hidden secret she held.
Tiffany reached out her hand and set it on Amanda's, which was resting on the table. Her soft fingers radiated a warmth, and Tiffany squeezed gently.
"Come on, it'll be fun."
Finally, as if bursting out with a confession, Amanda blurted out, "Alright, let's do it!"
Broad smiles spread across both faces, and, as they got up to leave, they continued holding hands.
***********
When they walked into Frederick's ten minutes later, they could both feel the buzz of sexual electricity in the air. Amanda stopped as she reached the center of the store and stared, looking around in utter shock and amazement at the assortment of lingerie that lined the walls around her. For her part, Tiffany just enjoyed watching Amanda.
Finally, after more than a solid minute, she gave her some encouragement.
