Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2012 21:35:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Name Name <samajasan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carried Away - Part 3

Sara licked her strawberry gelato and despite a sore neck glanced once more
around the food court. Carrie could be late, but you could usually set your
watch by her mom.

Across the table Sara's mother Diana looked at ease. Sara knew some girls
would be embarrassed being seen with a mother so stereotypically dressed -
tie-dye dress, sandals, even a daisy tucked behind the ear - but the teen
knew her mom was the coolest. The two had never had any major fights. Sara
smiled to remember her fourteenth birthday, when Diana had sat her down and
shown her the ins and outs of smoking pot. "It's going to be around, I
don't want you doing something stupid out of ignorance", Diana had
said. The two had smoked for an hour before Sara had fallen asleep. Diana
Jackson preferred experimentation to explanation.

Sara watched her mother licked her own peach gelato, and without warning
the image reminded her of a significantly racier one in one of her more
frequently watched videos. She felt a throbbing wetness suddenly between
her legs and had to cross them and look away, blushing. Diana smiled and
opened her mouth, probably to ask what was the matter, but as luck would
have it -

"Carrie! Mrs. P! Over here!" Sara stood up and ran over to her best
friend. You'd think they'd been apart for weeks by the way they hugged.

Diana stood and looked at Samantha Patterson's extended hand, then laughed
and stepped forward to hug the other woman closely. "It's so nice to
finally meet you. For real I mean."

Samantha smiled awkwardly and belatedly returned the hug. "You too. Now,
girls," she caught the two teens as they were about to walk away. "Meet
back here at 3, ok? You need any money?"

Sara had always lived by allowance, and found it weird that Carrie did
not. But soon enough the two were ready and bounded out, leaving their
mothers standing in the food court.

"Your daughter is such a nice girl." Diana said, hoping to bridge the
awkward pause.

"Thank you. Well, shall we go? Time is money." And with that Samantha
strolled deeper into the mall.

With a sigh of patience Diana followed. She could already tell she wasn't
going to enjoy the next couple of hours.

*****

Carrie strolled along and listened to Sara's excited chatter. She glanced
in the store windows, but she loved people-watching more. Everyone walking
around on their own errands, everyone with their own story. She liked to
write them in her head sometimes. That couple over there holding hands were
newlyweds starting a new life in this suburban community. The kid over
there with the hood pulled over his head recently stole his first car. It
made life feel more like a fantasy novel, in which she imagined herself a
psychic, even if it was all made up.

"So" Sara's voice interrupted her reverie. "Want to find someplace
private?"

Carrie's pulse quickened at the suggestion. Since that lovely afternoon
beneath the tree the two hadn't seen each other in the flesh, only spoken
on the phone. And they hadn't spoken about that lovely afternoon. For all
she knew it was another dream.

Sara tugged on her hand and led her into the nearest department
store. Soon, were surrounded by clothing racks.

Carrie blushed as Sara stepped closer and pulled Carrie's palm up to kiss
it. "Stop it! What if someone sees?"

"Let the mannequins watch" Sara smiled impishly as she began to suck on
Carrie's pinky. She snaked her other hand around Carrie's waist and pulled
her close, then began to kiss her way up her friend's bare arm.

Carrie had to admit it was turning her on something fierce and allowed
herself a moment of carefree bliss, closing her eyes and leaning back to
allow Sara' song to lightly make its way up her neck. A moment later she
opened them to see in the distance-

"My mom!" she whispered urgently, pushing Sara back until they were hidden
inside a nearby clothing rack. There, stepping out from behind the polo
shirts, were both girls' parents. Miss Jackson was showing something to
Carrie's mother so she was turned the other way but that bun was
unmistakable.

If she were calmer she would have realized there was nothing out of the
ordinary for the older women to see anymore, but she was panicking and so
tugged Sara into a the nearest changing room and slammed the door.

She angled the slat to peer through to see if they'd been caught, her heart
still pounding.

"It's ok, I think-" she turned around to see Sara, her shirt unbuttoned and
hanging loose to reveal her bra, advancing towards her with head tilted
forward in mischievous smile.

*****

Samantha's heels clicked like clockwork across the tiled floor until they
were thankfully silenced by the carpet of the nearest department
store. Diana was usually very accepting of people and not one quick to
judge...but she hated this woman. Or at least intensely
disliked. Everything from the prim and proper business suit to the
no-nonsense bun in her raven black hair. She was everything Diana had
worked to distance herself from all her life. But she kept a smile
plastered on and kept walking on. The two didn't talk, which suited Diana
just fine.

"What do you do for a living?" Samantha asked as she thumbed through a pair
of shoes idly. "I don't want to end up taking you somewhere you couldn't
afford by mistake."

How tactful, Diana thought to herself.

"Oh, I'm a prostitute." Sam's head whipped around as she continued: "well,
escort is I guess the term. It's all the same really. I hire myself out to
an agency downtown. Usually I'll see three clients on a slow day, sometimes
men but usually repressed businesswomen looking to live out some wild
fantasy or another. Don't worry though, I won't charge you until the second
date."

Sam stared with increasing horror, then began to sputter incoherently as
she glanced around as if to see if they were being filmed.

Diana burst out in laughter, nearly doubling over. "I'm an artist. I do
designs for people's webpages mostly."

Still shocked, it was a few seconds before Samantha gave a weak
smile. "Yes. I...I knew you were joking." She looked away, her face red, as
Diana continued to smile innocently.

And that's when Diana saw in the distance her daughter and Carrie, and the
two most definitely did not seem to want company. She'd talk to Sara about
public displays of affection later, but for now she needed to act fast.

"Hey, look at these," she said, grabbing the nearest item of clothing and
waving them such that the other woman had to turn around to look. "You
should try these on, they'd look great on you."

Samantha raised a single eyebrow. Diana glanced over to notice she was in
fact holding a lacy black bra attached to a matching thong. They had
somehow wandered past shoes into lingerie while she hadn't been paying
attention.

The businesswoman gingerly reached out and plucked the pair in the awkward
silence. "I'm sure they would. I'll go try them on for you."

Diana wasn't sure if the other woman didn't know how to take a joke, or if
she herself were getting payback for her earlier one. But the other woman
held open the stall to the changing room for her, so she couldn't very well
say anything without making the whole moment ten times more awkward.

*****

Carrie could taste strawberries on Sara's lips, and felt the icy chill of
the mirror where her back was pressed against it. Her hands circled behind
Sara and made their way into the back pockets of her jeans. Sara's hips
gyrated against Carrie's body as they kissed, their tongues mingling
hungrily as only two horny teens know how.

Sara's left hand made its way up her friend's shirt to her belly button,
then up again to slip under the bra. Carrie giggled despite herself as she
felt the light tickle of fingers brushing against a sensitive spot.

Meanwhile Sara's other hand entered at the same spot but dipped south
instead. Sara felt a lacy cotton before Carrie's other hand whipped around
to grab her by the wrist, holding her back.

They continued like this, Sara trying to negotiate a way in while Carrie
kept holding her back, until Sara finally pulled back and whispered, "is
something wrong?"

"No. Yes. I don't know." Carrie tried to lean in for another kiss but Sara
pulled back. "I don't think I'm ready for that. But I like this. Isn't this
enough."

Sara smiled reassuringly, reaching out to intertwine their fingers. She
leaned forward and planted her lips on Carrie's, this time much softer. She
held carrie's hand lightly by the back of the wrist, then slowly pulled it
towards her unbuttoned front to trace its way along the bra. She felt
Carrie's breath shudder between them, but she didn't pull away.

They continued to slowly explore each others' mouths in silence as Carrie's
hands caressed Sara's bra at Sara's guidance. Soon Carrie felt the tug
pulling her wrist again and followed the light touch downwards until her
hand was resting lightly atop the zipper of her own jeans.

Sara began to apply a rhythmic pressure to Carrie's hand, and Carrie felt
herself growing wetter. But she didn't pull away, she didn't stop it.

The two kept kissing, pressed so close that Sara's hips often dictated the
motions of her hand there. Sara ran both hands through her friend's hair
and pulled her head close as their passion increased - if Carrie hadn't
been so distracted she would have noticed that there was no hand guiding
her wrist anymore, everything happening to her clit was now completely in
her control. Sara smiled briefly as she felt her friend's movements becomes
more frenzied.

*****

Diana stood staring at the wall, wondering how best to maneuver her way out
of this. Somehow the two women had entered into an awkward-contest game of
chicken. She saw a pair of feet peeking out through the bottom of the
neighboring changing room. Maybe if she started up a conversation across
the barrier the awkward-spell would be broken? She took in a breath, trying
to think what to say.

"How do I look?" came a voice from behind.

Diana turned around to see her daughter's best friend's mother
wearing...what appeared to be the same outfit as before. "I thought you
were going to try it on?" was the only thing she could think to say.

Sam glanced down and tugged something up from her hip. A bit of lace peeked
up, with a price tag dangling off. "What did you think I was going to do,
strip naked for you?"

Diana laughed a little too loudly then quickly clapped a hand to her mouth
and nodded. Sam, for once, smiled, and for a moment Diana could almost see
her as human.

"This is the most anybody would ever see. My husband hasn't touched me in
months."

Diana didn't know how to respond to the confession. She barely knew this
woman, and certainly didn't imagine becoming her friend anytime soon. But
Sam said it so matter-of-factly, with not a hint of sadness or pain. And
that somehow made it all the more touching, so much so that Diana soon had
the other woman wrapped in a hug. She couldn't think of anything to say, so
she didn't.

The other woman was initially rigid, but soon she returned the hug. Then,
without warning she began to shake, and Diana felt moisture on her
shoulder.

Diana patted the woman gently and rubber her back, letting her cry. She
hardly knew this woman at all, and what she knew of her she disliked, but
her instincts took over and she made herself the comforting presence to
absorb whatever inner demons the other needed to release.

"There there." Diana immediately hated herself for saying what made her
sound like a 70 year old woman. "Come on, let me lookout you." She pulled
Sam's face to reveal eyes rimmed red and cheeks stained by tears. Diana
wiped them with her thumb. "You're beautiful."

And suddenly Sam leapt forward, crashing them both against the wall, and
had her lips locked onto Diana's ferociously.

Diana tried to struggle but Sam's grip was firm. Sam had wrapped both her
arms around Diana's torso, trapping her arms in place at her sides, and was
assaulting her mouth with her tongue.

It was probably the worst kiss Diana had ever experienced in her life, but
she had to admit the sudden surprise after such a wash of emotion had her
incredibly turned on. She began to lessen her struggle and just let the
moment wash over her.

Soon Sam had forced Diana down onto the little makeshift bench in the
changing room and was straddling her, their legs spaced evenly with Sam's
hand reaching down in between the other woman's legs to rest atop the
cotton panties. Diana moaned softly as the other woman's fingers began to
move, surprisingly gently compared to the roughness everywhere else. Diana,
her arms free, wrapped around the other woman and let her nails dig into
her back, making marks she hoped left scars. Sam responded with her teeth,
biting down into Diana's lips. The mingled pleasure and pain was new to
Diana...but she didn't want it to stop.

*****

In neighboring stalls, both stifling any noise, a mother and a daughter
began to climax. They gripped their partners so tightly that nails dug into
their backs, then whimpered into their shoulders until a moan escaped.

*****

Sara held Carrie up as she twitched through her first assisted orgasm,
holding her close and nibbling lightly on her ear. It wasn't long before
Carrie's lips began to seek out Sara's and her hand fumbled its way to
Sara's waistline. Sara pulled away though, smiling.

"As much as I'd love to babe, we should probably go. We've been in here a
long time already"

Carrie didn't have the energy to do much more than nod. Feeling
lightheaded, she sat on the bench while Sara quickly redressed herself and
made sure they were both presentable.

*****

Diana's eyes finally opened to catch Samantha searching the floor, finally
rising clutching a button torn off in the fracas. Sam smoothed her skirts
and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Now. I hope it goes without saying
that this stays between us."

"Huh?"

Sam was once again businesslike, all trace of the untamed animal from a few
minutes past locked deep inside. She checked her reflection in the
mirror. "It was a moment's weakness, nothing more. Don't look too much into
it."

"You call that weakness?"

Sam smiled despite herself, but quickly hid it once more. She turned to
face Diana. "I'll be frank with you. I don't like things I can't control. I
don't know you. Let's not make things complicated. We'll just forget this
ever happened, ok?"

Diana was unable to reconcile this woman before her with that creature
before. One she loathed and the other she craved. It was a cruel dichotomy,
but she knew she'd want more soon. "Consider it forgotten."

*****

All four stepped out of the stalls at the same time and there was a brief
but awkward pause. Each looked to the others, afraid they'd been caught in
the act, suddenly terrified. It was perhaps this which saved them. They
were each so busy trying to look innocent that they didn't notice the
casual hints. The small bit of blood from Diana's lips, Samantha's hand
clutching her shirt clothes where the button had been ripped off. The
telltale glitter from Carrie's chopstick along Sara's neck, or the way
Carrie leaned against the door handle to keep from passing out. And each of
them ignored the telltale scent in the air, hoping against hope that the
other women wouldn't notice it. But as they left the mall, each mother with
her own daughter, all four minds were racing in memory of what had just
happened.