It was the weekend after Thanksgiving when Jennifer and I went to the shopping mall. My name is Heather, and she and I have been best friends for many years. We are both 18 years old, and just started community college. We have always done everything together—shopping, socializing, and going on double-dates. We have been nearly inseparable.
Jennifer drives a beautiful red Volkswagen Cabriolet convertible (which gets drafty in the winter.) We couldn't find any parking, so her eye wandered across the street to the trendy spa/ salon know as The Red Door. They had parking, so she made a plan to get a nail appointment and possibly cancel the appointment, or not, depending on how fast we could get our shopping done.
She marched purposefully to counter and asked if they had any nail appointments. The girl at the counter found an opening in an hour and a half, so Jennifer made the appointment. She asked if they minded if we went to the shopping mall to "pass the time."
The receptionist told us that she was actually the nail technician, and that somebody else would be watching the desk when she got back. "Just ask for Mindy when you come back."
On the way out, we noticed the stern manager lady, come up behind the girl we spoke to. She obviously asked her where we going and why we were parking in her lot. The manager was very skinny masculine, and I instantly had the impression was that she is a lesbian.
Just as we were leaving we nearly ran into Mrs. Webb coming in the front door. She is our friend Kim's mother. She is a real fashion plate and always looks fabulous, and sometimes provocatively sexy.
"Hi, girls! What are you guys doing here? You've come for a little pampering, and make yourselves all glamorous, huh?"
We explained that we were coming back in a while and maybe we'd see her. She kissed us Hollywood style on both cheeks. I could smell her perfume and noticed her low cut outfit, as her coat opened up while she hugged us.
So we hurried across the street and shopped quickly. We went to 5 stores and bought several items as gifts and some for ourselves. With only 10 minutes left, we came back across the street and went inside The Red Door to wait for Mindy. Right away she called Jennifer back to the nail table.
I waived to Mrs. Webb as she sat getting her hair brushed out by the manager. "You look pretty, Mrs. Webb," I called to her. Mrs. Webb chatted with me as she waited at the cashier. She invited me and parents to her holiday party in a few weeks, on the Saturday before Christmas. I told her it sounded great and that I would tell me parents. "Thanks for the invitation, and please say hi to Kim," I told her.
"Oh, Heather, before you go, let me introduce you to Pamela, the store manager." I told her that I'd seen her earlier. She was much nicer to me now, that she knew we were friends with a good client. "Oh, what a lovely girl you are. You should make an appointment before the next big holiday party. Please take my card, come back any time." she said as her hand grazed mine.
I went over and sat next to Jennifer getting finished drying her nails under the light. She told me that Mindy had invited her over to her house to watch the Country Music Awards, and asked if I wanted to go. "You never liked country music before, and I definitely don't either." I explained that I felt a little miffed that she would be going without me. Especially to some stranger's apartment, who works for a lesbian salon. I immediately regretted saying that, like a weird homophobe.
So Jennifer went alone, and for the next week seemed a little cold to me.
The following weekend was Mrs. Webb's party. Kim called to talk to me and said her and said her mother had a dress I could borrow to wear to the party and I should stop by her house to try it on. Mrs. Webb called my parents and even insisted that I take my boyfriend, who I'd actually broken up with before Thanksgiving.
One afternoon after my classes, I went to Mrs. Webb's house and Kim was just going out to get her hair done at The Red Door. Mrs. Webb invited me back into her bedroom.
As she pulled party dresses out to try, she insisted that I strip down to my panties and bra. I felt shy, but sexy as I noticed the tight shape of all the dresses. Some made my bust feel too small, but I wondered how Mrs. Webb could fit into all these fantastically petite sizes at her age with such large breasts. She weighs 125 lbs., about the same as I do, and about the same dress size. We're the same height when she wears high heels, but I figured hers were a C cup, or maybe D, and mine are barely a B cup.
I tried on several dresses and she offered me a glass of wine. "I won't tell anyone," she said, as she straightened the fabric on the dress, touching me and making me feel comfortable with being physically close to her. I expected her to disrobe or try to touch me or seduce me or kiss me, but it didn't happen that way. I was beginning to suspect everyone around me of being a lesbian.
