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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-20
Thursday Night September 10^th

The girls made their way across the food court to the main part of the mall. They were talking animatedly amongst themselves.

"I still can't believe you, Tina," Leticia said. "Full orchestration from a computer and you didn't miss a beat with the keys! And you, Mister Fairy Princess, where'd you learn to wail like that? Daaaaammn!"

"Y'-know, Tina, with a little time delay circuit on the input to the…" Rochelle began.

"Oh no you don't, Ro," Sam said, cutting her off. "If you get her started on electronics, we'll never get to the purpose of a crawl! She needs some shoes, and maybe some lingerie, not another electronics gadget!"

"Sorry," Rochelle said contritely. "Where to next?"

"Wild Pair, next stop!" Lee called out.

"C'mon, Sam, I already have enough shoes," Tina said morosely.

"Lookin' at yer feet, I'd say you don't own one pair of chunky soled shoes," Lee said in reply. "Look, I know the stiletto is makin' a comeback, but almost no-one's wearin' 'em yet. At least not when it counts. And I'll bet the only boots you have are for snow."

"But…"

"Wild Pair!" chorused Sam and Ro, giggling.

As they made their way up one of the concourses, Tina began to get self-conscious.

"Why is everybody staring at us?" she asked the group.

"Because we want them to," Ro giggled.

"We want them to? But I don't want them to stare. I just…"

"Then why'd you wear that skirt?" Lee asked.

"What'r you… but…"

"Look, Tee, if you wear a skirt like that with those heels, everyone's gonna stare," Lee said with a smile. "That's the whole reason for the skirt!"

"The guys are all lookin' at your legs and the girls are all sizing up the competition," Sam said.

"And from what I see, they ain't no competition," Lee finished with a little twirl flaring out her skirt as she walked. "We've got the look, girlfriend."

Tina's eyes bugged out of her head at the show of leg Leticia was giving the mall. "Lee! Everyone can see your panties when you do that!" Tina hissed.

"Yeah! I know," Lee said with a wink. "Girl, you got to get out more. Here we are! Now for some real fun."

"Huh?" Tina said, puzzled. She was trailing Lee. Sam and Ro were bringing up the rear.

"John Michaels, Brad's best friend -- and the second biggest lecher in school -- works here," Ro whispered to Sam. "Lee loves coming here because he's always trying to look up all the girls' skirts. So she teases him mercilessly by giving him all sorts of… Oh just watch, you'll see."

Lee flounced into the store ahead of the girls, spinning around to look back at her companions as they entered the store. "Well? C'mon! Time's a wastin'!" she called out to them as she turned.

John's head spun around at the sound of her voice. He was walking across the store carrying four boxes of shoes to a customer. Seeing the flare of Lee's skirt and nothing else, he tripped over the sales stool in his path. Tina giggled as shoes flew across the sales floor and John wound up in a heap at the feet of his customer. John apologised profusely as he scrambled to retrieve the errant shoes.

"See what I mean?" Ro whispered to Sam. "Now watch." The other two sales clerks, both girls, made their way to the back room.

"You mean…" Sam began.

"Yup! They're on to it. Lee must come in here at least once a week. She almost never buys anything and when she does, John doesn't get the sale!"

"This is just too good," Sam thought.

Lee was making her way around the store like a butterfly, flitting from one display to the other, looking at all the boots and shoes on display. There was a constant stream of exclamations on how cute this style or that cut of shoe was. As John rang up his customer's purchase, his eyes never left Lee's legs for more than a moment. His head looked like the bobbing head of a toy dog in the back window of an old Chevy. Not once did John see more than the skirt settling back down over Lee's thighs. It was comic the way she toyed with him.

Lee went back to her companions, a huge smile on her face. "Let's have a seat; old rushin' hands'll be over in a sec."

"Russian hands?" Tina asked.

"Rushin' hands, as in rushin' hands in roamin' ways," Leticia said with a wink to Sam. "You'll see; sit down and relax. This'll be fun."

John finally finished ringing up his customers and came over to where the girls were sitting.

"Hello, Ladies. How may I help you today?"

His voice was oily slick. The way he rubbed his hands together reminded Sam of Snidely Whiplash from the old cartoon series, "Wacky Racers." Snidely, however, was just a parody of the lecher and all around bad guy that John Michaels really was.

"Hi, John," Lee said, her voice syrupy sweet.

John just stared at the four pairs of legs in the row of seats and grinned.

"My friend, Tina, here," she said, indicating the girl, "is in desperate need of some boots. And the poor thing doesn't have a single pair of chunky soled shoes either! I was thinking that a pair of boots like these…" -- she bounced out of her seat and flitted across the sales floor to a display of what appeared to be a traditional pair of black riding boots, but with a thick two-inch heel -- "…would look great on her. And maybe something like these," she continued as she flitted over to a display of what looked like a pair of men's loafers from the late 1970's with a thick heel.

"Well, let's just get her size, then," he said as he pulled the sales stool over to where Tina was sitting and picked up a metal sizing slide.

Taking a seat on the stool in front of Tina, he said, "Here, let's see one of your feet." Reaching out to about mid calf, he gently took Tina's right leg in hand, lifted and gently pulled it towards him, sliding his hand sensuously down to her heel, then gently removed her shoe. His eyes never left her crotch.

"You have such pretty feet," he said, gently caressing her foot. Tina squirmed in her seat and stiffened at his touch. She began to blush.

"Relax," John said as he placed her foot on the slide. "I won't bite. Now stand up." He still had her by the ankle, holding her into the device on the floor.

Tina, fear evident on her face, stood, knees and thighs pressed together, one hand holding her skirt tight to her body, the other on the arm of the chair for balance. John looked crestfallen. Sam giggled at John's facial expression.

Ro just stared at Tina. "She acts like…"

"Size ten, narrow," John said flatly. "You just sit right there and I'll get those shoes for you."

"Ugh! He makes my skin crawl." Tina said as soon as he disappeared into the back room. She stepped into her shoe and sat back down.

"I know," Lee said. "Isn't he horrible?"

"You're horrible," Sam said, laughing. "I still don't believe that pirouette you did when we came in here!"

"It worked, didn't it?" she giggled. "Shhh! Here he comes."

"Here we go, let's start with the shoe," he said as he sat back down on the stool. John reached for Tina's right foot again. She flinched at his touch. "Ticklish, are we?" John asked as he ran the tip of his index finger up the sole of her foot.

"Yeow!" Tina exclaimed as her leg snapped out straight at the tickling of her foot.

John caught her heel right in the chin. He almost fell backwards off his stool. Hand to his mouth, he said, "Ow!"

Lee started to laugh as the rest of the girls giggled.

Tina glared daggers at him and said, "I wouldn't do that again if I were you."

"Sorry," he mumbled past his hand. "Here let me hel…"

"I'll put them on myself! You can go sit over there," Tina said, pointing at a row of chairs at the far side of the sales floor, "while I try them on." She was fuming.

The girls' giggles got worse as John's face grew beet red.

He started to open his mouth, but the look in Tina's eyes said, "Don't even try it." Beaten, he stood and went to the spot she'd indicated.

Tina tried the boot on first. She got her foot into the boot and started to tug. "Boy, it's tight," she mumbled. She pulled it off and looked inside. Nine narrow. "I thought you said I took a ten."

"I did, it must be the wrong shoe in the bo…"

Tina looked at the end of the box. Nine narrow. She threw the boot at him, barely missing his head and taking out an entire display of sexy high heels. She stepped back into her shoe, turned on her heel, and then marched out of the store. The girls were helpless. Their giggles turning to hysterical laughter, they sat there in tears, unable to move. The sales clerks in the backroom were laughing, too. John just stood there, his face red, looking at the floor.

One of the sales clerks, still laughing, motioned John over.

"Just be thankful the boss wasn't here," she quipped. "Next time, no games, or I'll see to it you're fired. Now cleanup your mess." She returned to the backroom, still laughing, as John started to reassemble the display.

Sam, barely able to get up she was laughing so hard, rushed as quickly as she could after Tina. She caught up to her in the mall, sitting on a bench by some plants. Tina was on the verge of tears. Sam, seeing this, sobered right up, sat next to her, and pulled her close.

"Shhh. It's all right. You really gave him what for," she cooed into Tina's hair.

"But all I wanted to do was try them on. Why, Sam? Why is it always me?"

Leticia and Rochelle had just managed to catch up still laughing.

"Way to go, TEE!" Lee laughed, then, noticing her companion's state, clamed up.

Ro sat next to Tina on the bench. Tina was now sandwiched between Ro and Sam.

"It's not as easy as it looks, is it?" Ro asked, taking one of Tina's hands.

Tina, still cradled by Sam, shook her head no.

"How long have you been at it?"

"A week," she mumbled into Sam's bosom.

Ro just shook her head in amazement, her heart going out to the now sobbing Tina.

Lee was totally lost by the conversation. "What're you…" Ro glared at her, shutting her up.

"Come on, Tina, let's get you cleaned up," Sam said into her hair.

Ro pressed a tissue into Tina's hand.

After Tina dried her tears, the four headed to the ladies room, Tina, still cradled by Sam, in the lead, Ro and Lee bringing up the rear.

"What's going on, Ro?" Lee asked. "What were you talking about and what did she mean by a week?"

Ro just looked at her in amazement. They got to the restrooms and Sam pushed the door open. She led Tina inside and the door closed behind them.

"I'm surprised you get the grades you do, Lee," Ro said flatly, stopping at the door. "Tina's a boy. She's only been living as a girl for a week. That's what she meant," she whispered.

"What?!? No way!" Lee was incredulous. "A lesbiterian, sure, but a…"

"Way, and would you mind being a bit quieter? Do you want the whole mall to hear you?"

"But why?" she asked in a stage whisper.

"If you looked like her, how would you like to try being a boy, Lee?" Ro hissed.

"That's what I mean, Ro. Ain't no way she's a he."

"Put a sock in it, Lee," Ro said, shaking her head. "She needs our help right now, not your dumb questions." With that, Ro went into the ladies room; the door swung shut in Lee's astonished face.

Gathering her wits, Lee entered the room and looked at her friends.

"Ain't no way," she mumbled and went to the sinks, feeling strangely helpless and totally confused.

It took a while to get Tina calmed down. The girls just took turns getting Sam tissues and the like to help get Tina cleaned up. When Tina was cried out, Sam worked her magic with Tina's makeup and they almost couldn't tell Tina had been crying. The whole time, Sam cooed and reassured her that everything would be all right.

When they were finally out on the mall again, Lee clowned around, trying to make up for the debacle in the shoe store. Tina grabbed her by the arm and pulled her down on a bench.

"Look, I'm not angry with you, Lee, but it would have been nice to know what was up going in. At least then I wouldn't have felt so… so all alone and put-upon."

"I'm sorry, Tee. I didn't know. I mean…"

"I didn't want you to know, Lee. I just want to know what it's like to be a human being instead of a worm. Just once I'd like to experience life as a human," Tina said quietly.

"That's what it was like, you know. It's nice having friends, being popular, not worrying about which route you take when you walk to the car so that you don't get into a fight and get beat up or something."

"But…" Lee's face was pained. "I just wanted to have fun in there, Tina. I thought that…"

"You thought that, because I'm pretty, I'd experienced something like that before?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Do you really think that…that…I'm pretty?"

"Girlfr…" she stumbled on the words, blushed and started again, her face coming alive again as she settled something in her mind. "Best girlfriend, you are a fox, and I am in awe of you. You got some guts; I'll say that for you. Come on, let's go get you those boots." The four of them linked arms and nearly skipped back to The Wild Pair.

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On the way back to the car Sam looked at Tina out of the corner of her eye. She looked more self-confident than ever.

"Tee?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering."

"What about, Sam?"

"Why you accepted that date from George."

"Date? What date?"

"What do you mean, what date?"

"Just what it sounds like. What date? I didn't agree to go on a date with anyone."

"I hate to tell you this, Sweetie, but you have a date with George tomorrow night at the rave. You said you'd go with him, and Freddie gave us passes for back stage."

Tina dropped all her packages in the middle of the parking lot and just stared at Sam.

"You're serious?" Sam asked. "You don't remember a thing, do you?"

Silence reigned. Tina just stared. Sam started grabbing the bags.

"C'mon, let's get this stuff in the car. We've got to talk."

"Date? Me? But…"

"Let's get to the car and we can talk about it, okay? Gimmie a hand here."

They had their purchases stashed in the trunk in a matter of minutes. Sitting in the car, Tina was still somewhat shell-shocked.

Then Tina started talking fast. "Sam, I don't remember anything about a date. All I remember was you flirting with that Freddie guy. George wouldn't shut up, Freddie was flapping his jaw, I didn't understand what was going on, and I didn't like it one bit!"

Sam started to laugh. "Tina, the only thing George was saying, was that he wanted to go out with you. You told him, and I quote, 'Yeah, sure, whatever.' You - said - yes!"

"Well, I don't see what's so funny. You agreed to go out with Freddie."

"Only after you agreed to go out with George! Tina, I was going to turn him down! The only reason I said yes was so that we could double. I wanted to be sure you'd be all right!"

"So what do I do now?"

"Well, to start with, you could let me drive, because you're too upset right now."

"But…"

"What are you thinking about? How heavy the traffic is… or how cute George is?"

"How quick I can get out of it."

"Then give me the keys." They swapped seats and Sam pulled out of the parking lot. At the light, she said, "The next thing we do is try and relax. I think I have just the place for that, too. And tomorrow, we get ready for our dates."

"Hey! You missed the turn!" Tina said as they passed the turnoff to the house.

"No, the turn I want is another mile down," Sam said, nonplussed.

"But…"

"You know, you've been saying that a lot lately. Is yours starting to talk to you or something?"

"What?"

"Oh, I see, you're doing light bulb impersonations now."

"SAM! What the hell are you talking about? Hey, this is Scottsdale Road. This road doesn't even go through to the next…"

"Brilliant deduction, my dear Watson. Care to elaborate on what Scottsdale Road is?"

"Lover's lane," came the small voiced reply.

"Brilliant! She's absolutely brilliant!"

"But we're supposed to be getting home."

"By Eleven. By the clock on the dash, it's eight forty-five. I'd say we have some time to spare, if we'd care to use it," Sam said with a smile.

Tina started squirming in her seat.

"What's the matter?" Sam asked with a giggle. "Feeling a bit nervous?"

"Um… Sam?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why?"

"Why what? Why go and find a place to park?"

"Yeah, I mean…"

"You'd rather get caught fooling around in the house?"

"Well, no, but…"

"Neither would I, so it's either here or we rent a motel room," Sam said as she pulled off the road and under a copse of trees. "And I don't plan on spending the night, just an hour or so alone with my Honey."

Sam pulled the release on the seat and leaned back. The back of her seat unfolded into a short, narrow bed. Tina just sat there and stared at her. Sam sat back up, smiled, grabbed Tina by the shoulders, and pulled her back down on top of her as she lay back down on the seat. Tina started to giggle and squirm. She was trying to get her right leg over the centre console of the car.

"What's the matter, Tina?"

"Well, <giggle> I um, I guess I've fantasized about taking someone here plenty of times. And now… Oof! And instead, you take me here, and I'm the one dressed the way my fantasy dates were … UhhHMMmm…"

"Are you okay, Tina?"

"Yeah, but um... the gear shIFT, is sorta IN a bad spOT!"

Sam started to giggle. "Do you want me to move?" she asked Tina.

"I think I got it," she said as she kissed Sam gently on the lips. "Just don't MOVe, like that."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie, did it hurt?" Sam said as she started to kiss Tina.

"Not exactly. It um…"

Sam started kissing her neck near the jaw line.

"Isn't exactly umMM… painful."

"Oh, <kiss> so it's <kiss, kiss> not hurting?"

"Nu-OH! It doesn't hurt."

"Does it <kiss> feel <kiss> good?"

"Sam… Please, I…" The satin and nylon were working their magic again. "SaAMM!" And Sam wasn't helping things to return to normal either.

After making out in the car for a while, the two lay there on their sides in a tangle of arms, legs and lingerie shared the driver's seat, and talked.

"So, what you're saying is that you like the gear shift being there." Sam was in tease mode and was not letting up for a second.

"What I said was, with you kissing me, I didn't care where it was." Tina planted a kiss on Sam's mouth to shut her up. "And that if we decided to do it all over again, I might not bother to take the time to move out of the way of it. <kiss> I liked what was under me way too much to waste my time with a stupid gear shift. <kiss> Now do you understand?"

"Uh huh, you like it in your butt," Sam said with a smile. Tina was getting frustrated. Sometimes Tina could be so dense.

"We'd better start putting ourselves back together." Then she started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Tina asked.

"Your face. Your mouth looks like a clown's!"

"So does yours. Maybe we need to wash it off." She began to kiss Sam, licking her face in the process.

"Ugh! Tina, stop that!"

"What?"

"I don't like feeling like a dog's after dinner treat. C'mon, scoot over."

"Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?"

"Moo! Now, scoot over!"

"Ugh… do you have any tissues?"

"After you scoot over. C'mon, Tina, I need to sit up."

"Okay, okay… le'me slide my leg…" Tina and Sam started to untangle their arms and legs in the cramped front seat.

"Couldn't you get a four door?"

"I wanted something sporty. A four DOOR!" A pained look suddenly came over Tina's face and in a rapid yet quiet pained voice said, "Slide back, Sam! Please, slide back now!"

Sam started to giggle.

"Please, Sam, NOW!"

Sam started squirming towards the back of the car, but she couldn't stop giggling.

Tina finally made it to the passenger's seat.

"Gear shift again?" Sam couldn't stop giggling.

Tina just nodded as she started to arrange her clothes and put her panties and pantyhose on.

"Do you have those tissues? There should be a box…" Sam dropped a box in her lap. "Thanks."

"They were on the back deck. You really ought to get some wet wipes or something," Sam said. "These things shred and stick to everything."

"I'm finding that out," Tina said with disgust. "Do you have my…"

"Is this what you were looking for?"

"Yeah," Tina said with a smile as she took the shoe from Sam.

"I put it on and it fell right off. You have big feet," Sam said.

"I'm gonna get out and fix my clothes. Are you um… decent?" Tina asked.

"I'm more than decent, but sure, go ahead and open the door."

"Smart ass."

Tina opened the door and got out of the car. "Next time, I drop my seat back, too," she mumbled as she straightened her clothes. Sam got out of the driver's side of the car.

"Well, that was something new and exciting. We'll have to borrow the wagon next time," she said with a grin. "Unless you've grown attached to that gear shift."

"No, I'm not attached to the gear shift. Gods that was weird."

"You did like it, didn't you?"

"I did not! Next time, you can be on top, and we'll see how much you like having that thing make its way up your ass!"

"Ooh! Kinky! If you're all put back together, I think we should fix our makeup. At least well enough to get to a restroom somewhere."

"Yeah. Umm… Sam?"

"Hmm?" Sam replied as they both got back into the car.

"Why me? Would you still be as interested in me if I were a girl?"

"You are a girl, silly. Look at you."

"I mean a real girl, not just…"

"You are a real girl, Tina. Look at your face in the mirror. You just have a bit more um…"

"That's what I'm talking about, Sam. Would you still feel the same way if I didn't have it?"

"Tina, I like the person -- the body ain't bad either -- but it's the person who attracts me. Sure, there are others who look as nice as you do in a skirt, and there are guys who are just… I don't know, sexy to me, I guess, but I don't want to make out with them. I do with you."

"Sam, I think I'm…" her voice faltered. She was staring into the lighted visor mirror as she repaired the damage to her makeup. It was pretty bad. Lipstick was smeared all over her face, there was lipstick under her chin, on her neck, her nose, everywhere. She tried to say it again. "Sam, I think I… I think I'm falling in love with you."

"I know you think so, Tina. But is it because I'm the first person you ever made out with? You need to think about that, Sweetie." Sam was fighting back tears. That was the hardest thing she'd ever had to say.

Tina looked crestfallen. "But…"

"Tina, I want you to be sure," she said aloud. "Oh GODS, Tina, I need you to be sure," she prayed silently. Then, turning to face her, she gently asked, "How can you be sure if you've never dated a girl or a guy before?"

"I'm sure."

"Fix your makeup, Tina. I need to get to a restroom to get the rest of this cleaned up." She was having trouble not crying. "Gods, Tina! How I wish I could believe you," her mind screamed out in agony.

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Continued in Part-21

  

  

  

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