It's not quite time for that, though. The movie doesn't start until six, and it's not quite twelve. And as much as you're looking forward to what you're going to be doing to Madison later today, you have another girl you're quite eager to meet up with today. Last week, you'd half-seen an announcement on the door to the book club, announcing that the club would be meeting on Saturday this week, not Sunday.
In fact, that's why you'd chosen this particular thrift store, and from there this particular area of the mall and its surroundings. You'd known that they'd be close enough to the bookstore that you could jog there.
Victoria greets you as you arrive, as usual. You move immediately over to her and give her a hug, then— ignoring her surprised face— you gleefully pull out your new trophy.
"Look what I have!" you babble excitedly. "It's only a cheap one, I know, but I have a cellphone now!" You wave it around in front of her face, making sure she can see it.
She laughs lightly. "I can see it, Taylor." She sounds amused. "You didn't have one before? You should have asked me. I would have bought one for you."
Before you can even think about it, you're shaking your head. "No," you say firmly. "I-" Then you clamp your mouth shut hastily and glance around. Luckily, there is nobody around, but nonetheless you make sure your voice is quieter when you begin talking again. "I'm not going to ask you to give me anything," you say, quietly but firmly. "The only thing I want out of this relationship is you, Victoria. Not your cellphones or your probably ridiculously expensive cellphone plans."
She gives you a befuddled look, which quickly turns into an appreciative shake of her head. "I don't think that's what people usually say, but okay. Come on, let's go upstairs. I'll give you my number once we're up there, okay?"
You nod and take her hand, pulling uselessly at her for a moment before she stops resisting and allows you to lead her upstairs. There, the two of you enact your now-familiar ritual; as soon as the clock hits twelve, Victoria strips her jacker off her and sits down, spreading her legs for you. The only difference is, today, you have a cellphone. And that's a very big difference.
She silently takes your cellphone when you offer it to her, fingers rapidly darting over the keys as she enters in her details to your contacts. Soon, she hands it back, and you have Victoria's cellphone number— or at least her contact list. You can't be sure about whether it'll work, so better safe than sorry, you think.
Shoving your phone down to your lap, you continue to lightly play with Victoria's pussy as you type out a message.
[Taylor] You're really wet today.
She really is.
Her phone chimes, and she looks down at it, then glances quickly over to you before rapidly typing out a response.
[Victoria] knew ud b comin 2day
Your nose crinkles at her atrocious grammar, but you don't comment on it. Beside you, her lips pull up into a grin as she watches your expression. In response, you type out a new message.
[Taylor] Your grammar is atrocious.
Her grin turns into a smirk when she reads the message.
[Victoria] only 4 u bby <3
In response, you press down on her clit, hard, then continue . She jerks at the sudden movement and lets out an involuntary hiss of pleasure.
[Victoria] Sry. I dont have unlimited txts tho. Gotta watch char limits
You ease up on her clit at that, but don't quite stop your assault on it. She squirms a little.
[Taylor] I think you can do a little better than that.
She bites her lip as she sneaks a glance at you before responding, trying not to shudder too obviously in front of everyone.
[Victoria] Okay Ill try
You don't know what consequences that might have. She might be running up against her message cap on a fairly constant basis, or even be running over it anyway. Unsurprisingly, you're okay with that. If she has to stop texting people quite so often, or even cut down on the number of texts she sends to her boyfriend, in order to satisfy your grammatical demands— well, you're more than fine with that. In fact, now that you think about it, you kind of want to do that— kind of want to push her into texting you more so that she has to push away from her boyfriend to keep up with you. But, maybe not today.
With a promise to stop her assault on grammar extracted, you give her clit one last flick, then go back to playing with her pussy lips. Her cheeks are a little red now, which you point out to her with a text— Are you blushing now? I thought we were past that.— and watch as the blush grows a little deeper.
For the rest of the two-hour session, the two of you exchange flirty little texts like that. It's an odd feeling, to have one hand up her skirt against her bare skin while you're busy sending her lightly flirtatious texts with your other hand, but you can't say that you mind too much. Even by text, Victoria is a good conversationalist.
The sound of the clock ringing out at two abruptly bursts the little bubble you've built around the two of you. You jerk a little, causing Victora to let out a soft groan before she yanks your hand out from under her skirt so she can hurriedly take her jacket off the back of her chair and pull it on.
When everyone else has gone, their murmurs fading from the shop's space, you allow yourself to give Victoria a lecherous grin. She shakes her head disapprovingly at you, but she can't stop a smile from spreading over her face.
"Come on," she sighs, and offers her hand out to you. You take it and lead her down through the bookstore. When you get outside, she pauses— bringing you to an ungainly stop when you try to take another step forward and find yourself abruptly unable to move— and looks at you. "Do you want to go home, or do you have something else you want to do first?"
Shrugging, you shake your head. "I've got a date in town later, so I can't go home just yet," you tell her. "I was hoping we could spend some time together first. Maybe we could head back to the library first, unless you have something else you wanted to do?"
She shakes her head, scoffing playfully. "Two girls in one day?" she asks playfully, giving your shoulder a little bump. "Somebody's a busy little bee. But yeah, sure, I don't have anywhere to be until I pick my sister up at seven, so I'm yours until then. Still gotta get you to read those books anyway."
You don't complain as she scoops you up into her arms, just lean up and bite her earlobe reprovingly when she's high enough that nobody can really see what you're doing. You're doing the best you can to keep everyone happy. It's not nice to make fun of you for trying to make time for her instead of just taking Madison out today. She laughs brightly in response.
The flight to the alley outside the library doesn't take too long, which is good, because it's surprisingly cold up here. You're not quite sure if Victoria feels the cold as badly as you do— does her forcefield protect her from temperatures? You haven't seen enough footage of her fighting to have seen if she's been hurt from fire at any point. But, you think you'll just avoid asking her that. Probably not the greatest conversational topic.
You're thankful when she sets down, though. It's slightly warmer down here, especially since the wind can't really reach you. And, of course, it lets you participate in your time-honoured activity by leaning up and giving her a quick kiss before you climb down from her arms. She steadies you as you stand, allowing you to lean in and draw her into a longer kiss this time, something she happily participates in. It still only lasts a few moments, and then the two of you are heading inside the library.
Once you're inside, you lead her over to a desk and shift your chair as close as you can to hers so you can lean your head against her shoulder. You can't see her expression, but you swear you can almost feel her raising her eyebrow at you. "Feeling a bit cold?" she asks, amused.
You shake your head in response. "No," you tell her truthfully. "Just trying to get a look down your shirt, but your jacket's in the way." You pout mournfully as you play with the buttons of her jacket.
She chuckles. "Maybe later. We're in the middle of a library anyway, Taylor."
A great sigh heaves its way out of your chest. "Yeah," you mumble. "I know." Reluctantly, you move your chair back away from hers. You do make sure to grab her hand beneath the table, though— you'll compromise, but not that much.
For the next little while, you and Victoria just sit around talking about books. It's nice, you think. Books are something you know a lot about, and there haven't been a lot of people at Winslow who know very much about them. Madison tries her best, and you appreciate her a lot for it, but her taste in books doesn't line up very well with yours. She's more the young-adult romance kind of girl, while you have an appreciation for the classics and their like. It reminds you of Amy, you think absently. Maybe you should introduce the two of them. Or not. You do like hoarding Amy to yourself.
Eventually, it's nearly four. Victoria yawns and stretches back, drawing your attention to her marvellously toned arms for a moment before you drag your attention back to her.
"Okay, nearly time for us to go," she says. "We— wait, yeah. Hey Taylor, are you still interested in reading Harry Potter?"
What— oh, yeah, now you remember. That series you and Victoria had talked about last week. "Yeah, but I can't afford them," you tell her. "And someone's borrowed the library copies."
"Aha!" She snaps her fingers, then pulls her bag up. "I actually thought that might have happened, so I brought my copies of the first two books with me today." From deep within her bag, she draws out two books, emblazoned with the large letters 'Harry Potter' on the top. She places them down too quickly for you to read them. "I'll let you borrow them for the week, if you'd like. I'll need them back by next Sunday, though, my sister wants to borrow them then."
"Okay," you reply, and give her a warm smile. "Thanks a lot, Victoria."
She sways a little forward as though moving in for a kiss before she remembers where you are. "Right," she mutters to herself. "Don't worry about it, Taylor, it's fine. I have another book I need to read for book club anyway."
You shake your head. "No, I do appreciate it." You tug the books over to you, glancing down at the covers before tucking them down in the bag with your jacket and cellphone case. "I know how hard it is to lend out books that you really like, so I really do appreciate it that you're loaning them to me."
She shakes her head, but doesn't disagree. "It's not that big a deal," she insists. "I like having stuff to talk with you about, Taylor, and I'd really like to talk with you about my favourite series. I don't mind loaning you my books anyway. I know you'll give them back."
"Of course," you affirm, even though she doesn't look like she needs the reassurance. This time, it's you who has to remind yourself that you're in a public space. Victoria just looks so kissable. All the time, really, but especially now. She seems to catch your expression, because this time she's the one to give you a lecherous grin.
"Alright," she says, standing. "Come on, Taylor. It's getting late." She stands. For a moment, she goes to offer you her hand, but you're already holding it. She looks down, a little consternated, as though she'd gotten so used to holding your hand that she'd forgotten she was doing it. You give her a small amused grin and begin tugging her towards the library's entrance.
It doesn't take long to lead her to the alley. You don't make any move to try and climb up into her arms, though. Instead, you pull her deeper in— back around the bend, so nobody passing by on the street can see— and begin trying to undo the buttons on her jacket.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Despite her words, Victoria's tone is amused, and she's not making any moves to try and stop you. Still, you look up at her and pout as you try and undo them.
"You said you'd show me later," you whine a little.
"I said I might," she corrects you. "It's getting dark in this alley, Taylor. What do you even think you'll see?"
You consider it. "I don't care," you declare eventually. "I just want to look at you. You're pretty," you add with what you hope is a seductive fluttering of your eyelashes.
Victoria rolls her eyes with an amused huff of a sigh. "Fine, but we don't have long." She brushes your fingers away and deftly begins to undo her own buttons. You stand there for a moment, watching eagerly, before her fingers pause and she grins tremulously at you. "You're only going to look, right?"
You shiver slightly and nod. "I didn't want to pressure you," you say, but you gladly place your bag down, tucking it against the alley's dirty wall. When you look back, you can't help but let out a gasp.
While you weren't looking, Victoria has taken off a lot more than just her jacket. She's holding her shirt and bra over one arm. As you watch, she nervously tucks her other arm across her chest, incidentally pushing her beasts a bit higher.
She swallows. "I-" Then she stops and shakes her head. She tries again. "I... hope you like what you see," she says with a nervous smile.
You rest your gaze on her nervous smile. "I do," you say softly. "Of course I do."
Her smile turns a bit softer, more wistful. "Good," she says simply.
You spend a few moments running your eyes down her body, allowing yourself to thoroughly appreciate the fact that she's now only wearing an indecently short skirt and a pair of shoes, before you drag your eyes up to her face and step closer. This is a big step for her, and as much as you want to raise your camera up and take some pictures of her or leer at her for the next half an hour, that's not something you can bring her to do. Instead, you step forward and bring your arms around her in a hug, resting your hands against her warm back. She settles into the hug.
You don't know what prompted her to do this— it could have been a lot of things; giving her your number, your comments about not wanting her money, going on a mock-date with her before your date with Madison, even just appreciating her gift of her copy of her books. You do know, though— even without your power— that this isn't something she'd do on a little whim.
This is, after all, her breaking another of the rules of her relationship with her boyfriend. Kissing is one thing, it's long since happened, but letting you look at her bare breasts— a sight that is supposed to be reserved for her boyfriend exclusively— is another betrayal. One she made for you. You don't want to spoil that acknowledgement of her relationship with you with sexual antics, no matter how much of a turn-on the thought of Victoria cheating on her boyfriend with you is.
