“That’s it,” she said. “I’m so close.”
I thrust hard, faster, part of me afraid that we’d be overheard. I felt Jen coming, her pussy contracting, gripping me harder. She gasped and her body went wild, thrashing and thrusting against me. I lost control, coming, emptying into her. She sighed hard as she felt me pump my cum inside her, filling her. I thrust one last time, burying myself into her, and looked up into the mirror over her shoulder. I caught a wisp of frizzy hair disappear over the top of the changing room stall door. The shop girl had seen everything.
I gripped Jen’s ass and set her down, pulling out of her slowly. My dick was covered in cum and she quickly dropped to her knees and licked it off. She then stood, slipped her dress on, and picked up the other three she had tried on. I pulled my jeans back up and followed her, dazed, out of the dressing room. I tried to act casual, knowing that the girl has seen us.
“I’ll take all three,” she said to the girl, setting them on the counter. The shop girl rang up the order, her eyes darting to me with a grin, her green eyes alight.
As Jen turned to leave, the girl slipped me a piece of paper and raised her eyebrows.
“What was that?” Jen asked as we talked to the car. I trailed behind her, watching her dress sway to the left and right as her ass moved underneath it.
“Her name and number,” I said, realizing I was blushing.
“Really?” she said. “I thought she was checking you out.”
“More than that,” I said, breaking into a wide grin. “I think she saw us doing it.”
“Well, then I guess she definitely wants you to call her. I don’t blame her. What’s her name?”
“Daphne,” I said.
“Cute name. Cute girl, too,” Jen said with a pause. “Are you going to call her?”
“I hadn’t thought about it. I guess it’s complicated, what with us, and other things.”
Jen slid into the driver’s seat and I shut my door. As we buckled up she said tentatively, “You know this is just fun. I don’t think the world would be accepting of what we’re doing.”
“I know, and I’m fine with it,” I said.
“I mean, you’re moving out next year anyway when you go off to college. I just want to get laid as much as I can in the meantime. I don’t care if you have a girlfriend. Call her.”
“But if I did, I don’t think she’d be cool with you and me.”
Or my mother, I thought.
“Well, this Daphne girl seems to have an open mind, given what she just saw. Anyway, you need to put yourself first. I’m just taking advantage of a willing man in the house. I can’t pass that up.”
“So, you’d be cool, if I saw her?” I asked, thinking about the girl from the shop, and my mom.
“Of course,” she said. “I’m just happy to share you while I can.”
She leaned over and kissed me, her tits practically spilling out of her dress.
I met mom at the hospital for dinner that night. She had to work late, and I met her in the basement cafeteria to eat and talk. After dinner, we walked back to her office. She was exhausted, I could tell from her posture and the way she kept taking off her glasses, and then putting them back on.