Andy looked at her watch and sighed in exasperation. As always, her sister Deanna was late. Andy brushed long blonde bangs out of her eyes as she tapped a black heel-clad foot impatiently. The mall was busy this Saturday with just five shopping days left until Christmas. Andy seemed immune to the lustful gazes cast her way as she scanned the crowd for the familiar mop of unruly brunette curls.
"Hey, little sister! Sorry I'm late!" A voice sounded behind her and Andy whirled around with a start. Deanne's green eyes laughed up into Andy's gray eyes. At 5'10, Andy seemed to tower over her petite 5'3 sister.
"Deanne, 2 o'clock means just that. I felt very odd standing here waiting for you. It looked like I was either stalking someone or being a major pervert. You should have seen some of the looks I've been getting."
Deanne had decided that they would meet up in front of Victoria's Secret, which was right across from a black windowed sex shop. Andy smoothed her gray, pinstriped skirt suit self-consciously.
"Relax. You have to expect people to look at you, little sis. You ARE stunning. Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Melanie." She gestured to a voluptuous raven-haired woman standing beside her. Andy didn't know she hadn't noticed her before. Melanie stood just under Andy's height. Her sapphire eyes seemed cut from precious stones. Dressed in designer jeans and a peasant's blouse, she seemed ethereal. Her perfect, full lips smiled revealing straight white teeth.
"It's so good to meet you. Dee has told me so much about you." Andy realized she was staring and immediately snapped out of it, taking the woman's proffered hand. Melanie's skin was smooth and warm. Andy felt a jolt of electricity run through her body and quickly took a step back in confusion. She wondered what was wrong with her.
"Well, why don't we go do our shopping now? I see what you meant about standing here and feeling like a pervert. The only difference is, I really am a pervert!" Deanne laughed and grabbed Andy and Melanie by the arms dragging them off on a whirlwind trip through the mall.
They exited a couple of hours later loaded down with bags and boxes. The afternoon had been spent in laughter and fun. Andy was constantly aware of Melanie, though. She could feel the dam she had built inside of herself long ago threatening to break in the presence of this woman she didn't know. She thought she had dealt with her attraction towards women, but here it was again staring her in the face with undeniable intensity. She hadn't felt anything since she was 16, and here she was at 25, feeling it all over again.
"Andy. Earth to Andy." Deanne was waving her hand in front of Andy's eyes and laughing. "That must have been some thought process."
Andy could feel herself blushing hotly. She cleared her throat loudly. "What did I miss?"
"I said, Melanie lives on the same side of the city as you. If you wouldn't mind, could you drop her off? I told Frank that I would be home by five." Frank was Deanne's husband, and they had two beautiful children together who Andy doted on. Andy checked her watch. It was now ten till five. She laughed softly.
Andy looked shyly over at Melanie and nodded. The thought of spending forty minutes in the car with her was wonderful and sweet torture. "Yes, I can do that."
"Are you sure it wouldn't be any trouble?" Melanie's husky voice melted across Andy and she nearly shivered. She was consumed by a torturous struggle within her between the side of her that felt a natural attraction to Melanie and the side that screamed and ranted against such an attraction.
"No. I mean, yes I am certain that it would be no trouble at all. Where exactly do you live?"
"The Heights."
"Oh! That's only a couple of blocks from me!"
"Great. See you girls later!" Deanne kissed both their cheeks and rushed off in a flurry of bags.
"You know, to always be rushing, Dee is habitually late," Melanie said wryly and Andy laughed.
"You are so right. I'm parked over here. Andy opened the trunk of her Mercedes and they tossed their bags inside. As they situated themselves into their seats, Andy was very aware of Melanie. She breathed deeply of Melanie's scent. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine.
They kept up a light chatter as Andy drove down the interstate. She went the speed limit whereas she usually sped like a demon, but she explained it to herself as merely being a safe driver with a not very well known passenger. She couldn't help but notice the lines of Melanie's firm thighs through the denim of her jeans and the way the peasant's blouse moldered itself to every curve and sweep of her breasts.
"Are you hungry?" Andy stared at the road hoping for and dreading Melanie's next words. "Why don't we stop and have dinner together?"
"Well, it is getting late," Andy croaked, putting up a token resistance.
"Exactly my point. Besides, I'm not ready to go home just yet," Melanie said. Andy could feel her heart thudding loudly in her chest and was surprised that Melanie couldn't hear it. She could barely catch her breath. It was just dinner after all.
"Ok, but only if you let it be my treat. I had to work this morning, thus the suit, and I think my boss owes me a dinner." Andy smiled at Melanie as she drove down the next exit ramp and towards her favorite restaurant.
"By all means," Melanie laughed softly sending goose flesh across Andy's skin. She wondered how Melanie would sound in the throes of passion... The thought came out of nowhere and startled her so badly that she nearly drove right into a line of parked cars.
Luckily, the restaurant wasn't very busy and they were seated almost right away. In the dim light of the restaurant, the table's candle light bathed Melanie in an angelic glow. Andy was enchanted by the lovely vision across from her. Their waitress came over and Andy felt as if she had been saved. She promptly ordered a glass of red wine. Melanie did the same.
