Shopping With A Pervert

Lena sleeps soundly, one arm draped over her pillow.

Only… it’s not a pillow.

Her hand shifts.

Down.

Lower.

Palm resting firmly on the curve of Yui’s butt.

A squeeze.

Her eyes snap open, looking down.

Sound asleep, Yui cuddles against her, wearing a pair of dangerously low-cut panties. Her cheek rests on Lena’s chest. One leg over her hips.

“AAAAAAAH!”

Her hand jerks back like it was over an open flame. Legs flailing, desperate to create space… she kicks.

Yui goes flying.

She hits the wall with a thud and slides down like a cartoon character, dazed, limbs sprawled.

Lena scrambles upright, standing on the bed, finger jabbing like she’s conducting an orchestra.

“Why are you in my bed?”

She sits up slowly, rubbing her head.

“And where are your clothes?” Lena adds, voice rising.

Her grin widens. Head tilts. Pupils morph into heart-shapes. She points right back at Lena.

Lena looks down.

No clothes, only panties. Her knees hit the mattress fast, arms crossed tight over her chest.

“GET OUT!” she yells, eyes blazing.

Yui has already claimed the bathroom counter as her personal vanity. Brushes, compacts, and lipsticks take up every inch of space.

Her pink hair, already styled in half-up pigtails, sways as she applies her makeup.

Lena contorts her body trying to get to the sink, toothbrush working overtime. She steals a glance at Yui, who’s humming something cheerful while delicately dabbing on a layer of blush.

She finishes her teeth and pokes her head over the sink to rinse.

Her humming pauses, watching her with a tiny grin, then resumes like nothing happened.

Lena steps back, pulling the brush through her hair, eyes still wandering over Yui.

She catches her watching and flashes a smile. “Enjoying the view?”

Is she flirting? She drops the brush and slips out of the bathroom before Yui can say anything else.

At the table, Lena sits cigarette between her fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. Across from her, Yui stares at the latte with perfect little foam hearts, eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store.

Lena sips her latte then finally catches her teasing gaze.

“What?” she groans, trying to sound tougher than she feels.

Her mind betrays her. Yui’s gorgeous body, that maddening strut, her stupidly perfect butt trying to march straight into her heart.

Yui’s words melt into white noise. Cigarette burns down to ash.

She’s a pervert with a perfect ass. I’m doomed. Lena shakes her head. No! I have to resist!

Yui leans forward, breath warm, face inches from Lena’s.

Lena’s brain hits emergency eject.

She scrambles backward, sending the chair back with a loud crash. She hits the floor in a tangle, eyes wide and heart pounding.

Now standing over Lena, casting a long shadow, a devilish smirk playing on her lips.

Her eyes flick between those blue panties and the sparkle in Yui’s eyes.

She’s a tease. Nothing more. So why am I so helpless to her perviness?

“You’re so distracted today,” Yui says innocently, head tilting like a curious cat. “Come on! We have to go shopping!”

She grabs Lena’s hands, yanks her to her feet, and clears the table in a whirlwind. Then bounces out of the kitchen, humming the same cheery tune.

Lena stares at the space where she stood. Runs a hand through her hair. Groans.

She picks up the chair, muttering to herself like she’s in a horror movie.

“Let’s go already!” Yui sings from the front door.

Lena exhales slow.

Take control, Lena. This is your game now.

She strides out of the kitchen like she owns the world again.

No hesitation. No fear.

She snatches her keys off the counter, grabs her wallet, then stops in front of Yui like a final boss.

Yui barely has time to blink before Lena takes her hand. Firm. Confident.

Her eyes go wide, her mouth opens, but no sound comes out as Lena tugs her toward the door.

She stumbles after her, completely caught off guard, pink hair bouncing as she’s dragged from the apartment.

They walk hand in hand down the city sidewalk, weaving through the crowds. Careful not to get too close to each other.

Yui beams, eyes darting from shop signs to skyscrapers like she’s soaking in magic.

Without a word, Lena just watches her, noticing every tiny reaction, a small smile twitches at the corner of her lips.

“Where to first?” she asks.

She pulls her hand free, stuffing it casually into her pocket.

Yui immediately presses into her side, wrapping both arms around Lena’s arm. Her boobs squish warmly against Lena’s arm, and she damn near short-circuits.

Her steps hitch. Eyes wide. She’s so warm… and happy. Did I do that?

She pulls back just a little, only to tangle her fingers with Lena’s again. Like it’s nothing. Like they’ve always held hands.

Then she yanks Lena through the glass doors of a boutique, full of energy and mischief.

She releases Lena’s hand and immediately bounces over to the lingerie section like it’s a candy store.

Yui plucks the skimpiest sets she can find—lace, straps, bows—and twirls back to Lena, shoving them in her face.

“Aren’t they adorable?” she beams.

Lena scratches the back of her head, cheeks pink. Her gaze flicks from the frilly black bra to Yui’s shimmering eyes, then quickly away.

“Adorable isn’t the word I’d use,” she mutters.

Yui giggles, twirling on one foot. “You’re so cute!”

Before Lena can recover, she dances off toward the racks of skirts and crop tops like a whirlwind.

Lena watches her go, dazed. Cute? Me? Or my words?

She grabs Lena’s hand and yanks her toward the dressing rooms like a woman on a mission.

“Wait here,” she orders, slipping behind the curtain with a dramatic swish.

From inside: “I hope you’re ready for a show.”

Crossing her arms, she groans. “That’s all you do. The only mystery left is whether the carpet matches the drapes.”

Yui bursts out laughing.

A finger pokes through the curtain and jabs Lena low in the back.

“Spoken like a true carpet muncher.”

Lena chokes on her own laughter. Then claps a hand over her mouth, heat flooding her cheeks.

She knows. She has to… right?

But Yui just giggles from behind the curtain, humming a tune as hangers clink and clothes rustle.

The curtain behind Lena flies open.

She turns and freezes.

Yui spins, striking a pose in a barely there black skirt and a skin-tight hot pink tank. The hem rides scandalously high, flashing glimpses of matching lace panties.

She halts mid-spin. “The drapes don’t match the carpet.” She smirks. “There is no carpet.”

Lena’s wide eyes lock on hers.

Before she can think, she steps forward. Closes the distance.

Yui’s back hits the dressing room wall with a soft thud.

“What are you doing?” she worries.

She grabs Yui’s wrist, pinning it above her head. Her other hand finds her bare hip, gripping it tight.

Their lips hover close enough to share breath.

She blushes, frozen, nervous. Blue eyes wide.

“You’re a tease,” Lena murmurs. “I think it’s time we got serious.”

Yui swallows hard. “Wait. I… I’m not… ready.”

Lena blinks… then backs off.

Turns and walks out, closing the curtain behind her.

Silence.

They both exhale, breathless. Separated by only the thin fabric.

Yui presses her hands to her burning cheeks, feeling the heat radiate through her palms.

Lena runs both hands through her hair, trying to force herself to focus.

A couple minutes later, Yui steps out of the dressing room.

No words. Just a tight smile as she heads to the register.