Author's note: This takes place simultaneously with the events of chapter 2.
"Hey mom, can I borrow your car?" Denise asked, "Bridgette and I are gonna go hang out. You know, get to know each other and all that. Go shopping, gossip, check out cute boys."
Sonja laughed, "Sure honey, go ahead have fun."
The two girls walked outside and hopped in Sonja's car.
"So have you lived here all your life?" Bridgette asked Denise.
"Pretty much," Denise said, "We moved here when I was three."
"Isn't it weird how you can live close to someone your whole life but never actually meet until later in life?" Bridgette asked. "I mean you think we would have met in school at some point."
"Well, we actually lived in the next county over, so I was in a different school district." Denise said, "So, who knows, we may have walked by each other plenty of times in the mall or the supermarket or something and never even realized it. Speaking of the mall, that's where we're headed. Mom said the wedding isn't anything overly formal, so we don't need to get fancy dresses, but I still want to get something nice."
"Hey, I don't need an excuse to shop." Bridgette laughed.
"I knew there was a reason I liked you." Denise said, smiling. "I think we're gonna be good friends."
"So what do you think of my idiot cousin?" Bridgette asked.
"Damon? Well so far he seems like a nice guy, and if you don't mind me saying, I think he's kinda cute." Denise said, thinking back to last night.
"Well I agree with you on that first part, but that second part..." Bridgette made a gagging noise, making Denise laugh, "But seriously, he's been more like a brother to me than a cousin. He drives me nuts sometimes, but he always looked out for me when we were kids."
"You're lucky," Denise said, "I wish I had a brother or a sister when I was growing up. Don't get me wrong, I had a lot of friends when I was a kid, but I would have liked to have had at least one sibling, or heck, even a cousin like him when I was growing up."
"Well you've got him now," Bridgette said, "And I could think of worse people to have as a step brother."
A few minutes later they reached the mall and hit the stores. They hit three different clothing stores before they found something they liked.
"What do you think?" Denise said holding up a couple of dresses she liked, holding one, then the other in front of her.
"I don't know, I kinda like both of them." Bridgette said, with three dresses she was indecisive about. "Let's go try them on."
They went to the fitting rooms and found all but one unoccupied.
"You go first." Bridgette said.
"Don't be ridiculous, there's enough room in there for both of us."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously." Denise said, "You don't have anything I haven't seen before. Come on."
They stepped into the fitting room and Denise closed the door behind them. She hung her dresses up and unashamedly stripped down to her underwear to try them on. Bridgette raised her eyebrows, but also stripped down to her underwear.
"What do you think?" Denise asked after slipping into the first dress.
Bridgette was still pulling on her first dress when Denise asked. Denise spun in a little circle so Bridgette could see the whole thing.
"Not bad, but your bra is showing."
"Hmm, so it is." Denise said, looking at herself in the mirror.
She unzipped the dress, pulled it down, took her bra off and pulled the dress back up.
Bridgette's eyes went wide, she liked what she saw but tried to keep it to herself. Denise caught the look on Bridgette's face and smiled to herself. She found Bridgette incredibly attractive and was partially using the sharing of the dressing room to get a better look at her. What she didn't know was Bridgette was doing the same thing. Much like Damon and Denise, they had seen pictures of each other, and agreed that the real thing was much better. Both girls were bisexual, something only a handful of people knew. Amy, Clay and Damon knew about Bridgette, Sonja and Michelle knew about Denise. Aside from family, both girls had told only two of their closest friends.
"How about now?" she asked.
"Uh, not bad, what do you think of mine?" Bridgette asked.
"Nah, it's not your color." Denise said, pulling off the dress, and pointing to one of the other ones Bridgette had chosen, "I think that one would look better on you."
Denise was standing there with just her panties on as Bridgette found herself staring at Denise's tits, before turning away and changing clothes. Denise smirked to herself as she slipped into the second dress. Bridgette smiled to herself and mouthed the words "Oh my god". As she changed clothes.
Again they modeled for each other.
"Now your bra is showing." Denise said, "Take it off and let's see how it looks."
Bridgette, like Denise earlier, unashamedly slipped half out of the dress, took off her bra and pulled the dress back up before turning around. This time it was Denise's turn to appreciate the sight of Bridgette's tits. Just looking at her, she figured they were about the same size. She also tried not to stare, and instead looked at Bridgette's face.
"Perfect." Denise said, referring more to the brief glimpse she got of Bridgette's tits more than the dress, but they both agreed that the dress did look perfect on her, and there was no need to try the third one on.
Denise was still in her second choice, "I don't know," she said, "I don't think it's me."
They changed back into their regular clothes, sneaking glances at each other. Denise finally found a couple more choices and again invited Bridgette into the dressing room with her, despite the fact that Bridgette had already decided on a dress.
Again, Denise stripped down to just her panties and tried on the first dress. They both agreed it wasn't the right choice and moved on to the second one and it met with both their approval. Denise took the dress off and again she was naked except for her underwear. This time Bridgette couldn't help but to stare at her mostly naked body.
Denise turned to face her making no move to get dressed, "Do you like what you see?"
Bridgette nodded, unsure of what to say.
"It's okay," Denise said, dropping her voice down to a whisper, "You can touch me if you want to."
"But we're in... we could get caught..."
Denise closed the short distance between the two of them and took Bridgette's hands and put them on her tits. "It's okay, no one's gonna catch us."
Denise leaned forward and kissed Bridgette. Bridgette eagerly returned the kiss, and was about to pull her own clothes off again when they heard movement in the dressing room next to them.
"Not here." Bridgette said, "My house. Mom is working on her show, and she'll be gone for hours."
Denise gave her one last quick kiss, and put her clothes back on. They regained their composure and paid for their dresses, and practically ran out to the car.
"So... Denise, are you a lesbian?" Bridgette asked once they were back in the car and pulling out of the mall parking lot.
"No," Denise said, "I actually have a boyfriend. I'm bi, you're only the fourth person, not counting my mother, that I've ever told."
Bridgette sighed in relief. "So am I. Outside of my mom, uncle Clay and Damon you're the third person I've told. When did you know? Oh, turn left here at the light."
"I guess I always knew. I felt it when I was a little girl and found myself just as attracted to girls as I was to boys. I just didn't know or understand what I was feeling so I never said anything to anyone about it." Denise said, "It was only after I hit my teens did I start to understand it. I still kept it to myself, until my best friend in high school came out to me. She was the first girl I ever kissed, it was only one time, it never went further than that one kiss and we kept it to ourselves. But it stuck with me."
"Turn right up here." Bridgette said, "I didn't realize it until my early teens, probably earlier, maybe as early as 12, anyway I just came right out and asked my mother about it, and she sat me down and gave me the birds and the bees speech, taking the time to explain the LGBT community as well. I suspect my mother might have some hands-on experience if you know what I mean."
Denise let out a little laugh, "Something I've never told anyone, not even my boyfriend, is that my roommate Lisa and I, we're... well I guess you could say we're best friends with benefits. She's bi too, and so far she's the only girl I've ever slept with."
"I was nervous my first time. It was during my senior year of high school." Bridgette said, "Charity's my best friend and outside of my family I trust her more than anyone else in the world. We really weren't sure what we were doing. We took it slow and kind of figured everything out as we went. After we graduated high school we went our separate ways, but we still stay in touch. Since then I've slept with one other girl, my roomie Angelica. Oh, up here on the left, that's my house."
Denise parked and shut off the car. They made their way into the house and Brigette led Denise to her bedroom, once inside they embraced and shared a long passionate kiss. Denise nibbled her way down Bridgette's neck earning a sigh of pleasure. It had been a while since Bridgette's last time with Angelica. She and Angelica had the same relationship that Denise had with Lisa. Bridgette had been seeing a guy but dumped him when she found out he was cheating on her with two other girls. She found out who they were, told them what was going on and they dumped him too.