I woke up and Tiffany was in the shower. My head was a little hazy, that was until I looked under the blanket and saw I was naked. What happened? Do we talk about it? I quickly found my underwear and got dressed. My head was spinning so I went downstairs to make some coffee. By the time I was on my second cup Tiffany was down for breakfast and she acted exactly how I was hoping she would: like nothing happened.
It was a nice day so we decided to take a drive out of my small town to the city to shop. Tiffany explained to me in the car that my fashion sense was very "high school".
"It's not that I am saying you are a bad dresser," she explained. "It's just that we are in college now...like in Taiwan, the style is very cuteβespecially in high school, all the college girls sort of move to a cute sexy."
I smiled. That absolutely described her. She wore a tight top with a fun small jacket. She also had a skirt just above the knee with some knee high socks and cute red shoes. She looked young, but with just a tinge of sexy mixed in.
"I really like your clothes," I commented.
"Thanks," she replied. "Fashion here is seriously like 5 years behind. At school everyone thought I was trying to dress like a school girl or something. That is really just the style where I come from."
I thought about the school girl thing. I knew my brother had a thing for it, but I didn't really see it. I mean Tiffany looked really cute, but not young and grade schoolish. "Well I think its fun and I think I need your help."
We drove the next hour singing with the radio and talking about boys. I managed not to mention Carl and I realized that I hadn't thought of him at all this morning. Not until that moment at least. I looked over at Tiffany as she bobbed her head and looked out the window. I couldn't believe the night before we were naked together. My heart sped up a bit and I focused back on the road. I mean...was I a lesbian? Of course not. I definitely liked boys. I supposed I was behind the curve for sexual exploration, but I always felt like that was a good thing. I decided it didn't matter. I didn't have to figure myself out. Whatever happened last night probably wasn't going to happen again and if it did then, well, I would just try not to think about it.
We went to the mall and spent the morning looking on the sales racks and trying to mix and match what we could on my meager budget.
"Ok, this one is really cute," Tiffany said holding up a rather small halter top.
"Um, that is a little more sexy than cute and I don't think I have the boobs for something like that," I said dismissively.
"Haha, first of all, you wear something over thisβlayers dear...secondly, you have great boobs and that's what made me think of it," She walked over to me and placed the shirt on the rack against my chest. "Trust me...I would know." She said with a wink.
My face grew red. She did have a hand on my breast last night. "Give me that," I said snatching it from her.