Strong Language/Violence: A lil' bit of the former but none of the latter. We're keeping the peace in this particular piece. By the way, there will be some borderline explicit sexual verbalization happening. Consider it Sex Ed. for adults ;-)

Feedback: Feedback is welcomed and loved. If you feel so inclined to do so, you may send me some at SumrBrezze@aol.com.

Gratitude: Thank you Shania Twain for your assistance in the making of this lil' story. I don't personally know the Canadian beauty, but unbeknownst to her (unless she's an avid reader of fan fiction) she did give me a few ideas. So muchas gracias Shania! ;-)

Other Stuff: This story mainly takes place in a department store called Shopaholics. Now as far as I know (I tried to find one) there isn't a store that has that name so I will hereby call it my store! And as far as I'm concerned, it kicks Wal-Mart, Target, and K-mart all rolled into one boo-tay's! Bwhahahaha! Okay, I'm reeeeally not as crazy as I sound…honest! ;) Anyhoo, enough of my rambling. On with the tale!

"ATTENTION SHOPPERS! THE STORE IS NOW CLOSING SO PLEASE PROCEED TO A CHECKOUT LINE WITH YOUR PURCHASES AND THANKS FOR SHOPPING AT SHOPAHOLICS!"

Paying rapt attention to the message blared over the intercom, Kori Eaton remained in her usual hiding place, patiently waiting for everyone to vacate the expansive building. Glancing at her Mickey Mouse watch, she noticed the time. 8:48 p.m. Based on the last few nights she'd spent here, she knew that everyone would be gone by 9:15. Then she would have the versatile department store all to herself.

Nearly thirty minutes passed by before Kori unzipped the large navy blue tent and peeked out. Looking from side to side and straight ahead, she failed to neither see nor hear anyone. Pleased, the young woman crawled out of the tent and stood to her full height, leisurely stretching her 5'5" frame.

After finishing her stretches, Kori proceeded to quietly walk throughout the entire store in order to guarantee that she was completely alone. One could never be too careful. Though the lighting was now a bit dimmer since the store was closed, she could still easily see as she ambled through the many aisles and sections of Shopaholics. Ending at the restrooms as she always did, Kori slipped inside the door that held a picture of a stick figure with a skirt on.

After quickly taking care of some important business, she walked up to a sink and proceeded to thoroughly wash her hands as she peered at her reflection, seeing a twenty-five year old sporting spiritless emerald eyes complete with dark circles under them. Rosy lips which had lost the ability to genuinely smile months ago, released a soft sigh as Kori turned off the water before grabbing a paper towel.

She was about to toss the towel in the trash bin and leave when something in the mirror caught her eye. Looking closely into it, she noticed that the door to a stall had opened a crack. It was open just enough that Kori could detect a single blue eye peeking at her. Now who was that and what were they doing in her store? Okay, it wasn't her store but she was supposed to be the only vagabond living in it! The nerve of some people.

"Are you playing hide and go seek?" Kori asked while still looking at the eye through the mirror. Though she didn't receive a swift reply, the door began to open revealing a figure. Green eyes opened wider as Kori practically stared at the image behind her via the mirror. And what a delightful looking figure it was! She did a quick inspection of the person from head to toe while trying to remember if she had ever seen anyone so breathtaking. She had a strong feeling that the answer was no.

Slowly turning around, Kori felt her bottom pressing against the edge of the sink as she openly admired the near six foot, eyes of sapphire, hunk of a woman before her. Her libido, which had been dormant for many moons suddenly sprang to life again. Since neither of them had spoken a single word since her unanswered question, Kori decided to try again.

"Um…are you mute or something?" She nearly rolled her eyes at the question that spewed from her mouth before her brain could process it. Way to go Eaton. She's gonna be putty in your hands now! Receiving a semi-dirty look, Kori sighed.

"No, I'm not mute," answered a low smoky voice that made the young woman weak in the knees. Unfortunately, she evidently didn't find it necessary to offer further explanation.

"So, what are you doing here?" The expression on Kori's face turned curious as she observed a lovely shade of red coloring the raven-haired beauty's cheeks.

Though she was blushing, the woman managed to haughtily reply, "I don't see where that's any of your business. Now if you will excuse me I must be on my way." Not bothering to wait for a reply, she brushed past Kori and headed for the door, quickly tossing a small box, which had been concealed in her hand in the trash.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Running after her, Kori pushed the door open and followed the woman who was busy taking long quick steps. When she failed to stop, Kori placed herself in front of the taller woman. Not making eye contact with her the woman stepped to the left only to be blocked again. She tried the right and had the same thing happen. She then growled low in her throat. However, instead of frightening Kori, the young woman only grew more aroused. I totally need to get laid.

Before she could continue with her internal dialogue, she saw angry blue eyes staring down at her. Though remaining where she was, Kori loudly gulped. She preferred the sexy growl.

"I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get out of my way now. I'm already not in a good mood so don't attempt to make it worse."

Kori raised a brow, thinking that this was the longest sentence she'd yet to get. Although it was far from friendly, it was a start. "Need to talk about it? I'm here to listen."

"Thanks but no thanks. I've got somewhere I need to be. Goodbye," sounding much like the former host from that game show The Weakest Link, the brunette pushed past Kori and headed north.

Turning, Kori watched the woman with her head cocked to the side questioningly. "Somewhere you need to be?" she called out. "Do you have a hot date at the eatery?" She thought she heard another growl but she couldn't be sure due to the distance between them.

Stopping, the woman turned back around to face Kori. If the expression on her face was any indication, she was ticked off with a capital T. "If you must know I have a bachelorette party to get to. Now if it's alright with you may I go?"

Uh oh. It suddenly dawned on Kori that this woman didn't have a clue that she was locked in for the night. She decided to fill her in. "Actually you're not going anywhere until tomorrow because the store closed over twenty minutes ago."

The woman looked at Kori as though she had just told her that the world had ended and they were the only people left. "You've got to be kidding me!" As she looked around, it occurred to her that the lights weren't as bright as they had been earlier. Also, it was eerily quiet.

Kori shook her curly auburn head. "I kid you not!" Having just discovered that she had a sadistic streak, she fought to keep a smile (an honest to goodness smile) from showing. It was actually quite hard.

Placing her hands on her slim yet curvy hips, the woman looked around again. "Aw shit!"

For some strange reason, Kori found that funny. So, she laughed her head off, long curls bouncing around while icy blue eyes glared at her.

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Following the determined brunette around like a lost puppy dog, Kori sighed as she watched the woman attempt to open the double doors she'd located in the supply room toward the back of the store. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell the woman for the hundredth time that there was no way out until morning but she had already been glared at enough to last her an entire lifetime or two.

After pulling on the doors one more time, the woman released a heavy sigh as she slowly turned toward Kori asking if there were anymore exits. She had tried to open every door she could find as well as any windows. She was beginning to realize that Shopaholics was locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Shaking her head, Kori repeated her earlier statement of, "There is no way out until the store is opened tomorrow morning."

Hands on her hips, the brunette stared at Kori before asking in rapid-fire succession, "Don't you work here? Can't you let me out? They don't give you a key?"

Sighing again, Kori leaned against the wall feeling the coolness of it through her T-shirt. "One, I am not an employee here. Two, if I could let you out I would have done so by now. And three, obviously they don't give me a key since I don't work here."

The woman's eyes narrowed in what looked to be suspicion. "Then why are you here? You don't seem upset about being locked in."

Kori casually shrugged. "That's because I'm not. You could say that I'm temporarily living here unbeknownst to anyone." She winked, a small grin tugging at her lips.

One delicate eyebrow arched toward short bangs. "You've taken up residence in a store." It was put as more of a statement than a question. Sapphire eyes lost their suspicion to be replaced with a mix of curiosity and confusion. What kind of nut wanted to live in a department store? Though she never shopped here, she had heard that Shopaholics was a great retail department store but it was hardly conventional to live in.

An auburn head slowly nodded. "Yep, that's right. Though it's only for a few more nights until I save up enough money at my job to get an apartment." Kori had been working at Carmine' s Car Wash for the past three weeks and had so far collected nearly eight hundred dollars. She figured that with another paycheck she could start looking in the want ads for someone who was in need of a roommate.

"So you're homeless?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend kicked me out on Monday." Closely watching her face, Kori waited to see how the woman would react to her declaration. Having come out of the closet nearly ten years ago, Kori made it a point to never hide her lifestyle from anyone. If they didn't like it then that was their problem. To her credit, the brunette didn't bat an eyelash. Hmm, I wonder if she could be…

"That's too bad. I'm sorry," the woman replied in a genuine voice, her expression sympathetic.

"Thanks." Kori gave her a brief smile. It wasn't a big deal that Anna had permanently put her out of their apartment. Neither of them had been happy during the last two months of their relationship and Kori took most of the blame for that. Truth be told, she deemed herself a lousy excuse for a girlfriend. For reasons unknown to her, Kori never put her whole heart into nurturing her relationships with women. She never had an inclination to try. "And I'm sorry that you're going to miss that bachelorette party. Who was it for?"

The woman pointed at herself. "Me."

A pair of brows elevated slightly, as Kori had not been expecting that answer. Glancing at the other woman's left ring finger, she then caught sight of a diamond that she figured would take her at least two years worth of paychecks from Carmine's Car Wash to pay for. Even the dulled lights hanging from the high ceiling managed to strike the rock, causing it to sparkle. So, she's getting hitched. And if that ring is any indication, she's marrying someone with deep pockets! In that moment, Kori felt an emotion, which had been dormant for so long she almost didn't recognize it. Jealousy. On very rare occasions, Kori had experienced jealousy and here it was making its presence known for the first time because of a woman. A woman whose name she didn't even know, though she had managed to affect her in a way that no other person ever had. Kori wanted to punch the lights out of the guy who would get to spend the rest of his life with the blue-eyed gorgeous thing before her.

"Wow. You, eh? When are you supposed to be tying the knot?" Kori asked in what she hoped was a casual sounding voice.

Though it was faint, Kori heard a sigh escape the brunette and wondered about it. "Tomorrow actually. The wedding is at eleven in the morning." As she continued to talk, she started to head out of the supply room with Kori following along. "Now I'm supposed to be at my bachelorette party, which my sister put together and I'm MIA."

Kori's brows scrunched together as she sidestepped a coffeetable in the furniture department. "MIA?"

The taller woman glanced her way. "Missing In Action."

An auburn head nodded. "Ah, I see. You learn something new everyday." She smiled and was just a tiny bit thrilled when she received one. Pushing through a set of swinging double doors, they headed toward the main sections of the vast department store. Since she had scoured the entire store numerous times during the last few nights, Kori knew that they were next to the restrooms where she had found her sleepover buddy.

"I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I hope so," the woman responded in a voice, which gave Kori the impression that deep down she might hope the opposite. Hmm, something was very strange here. She didn't seem too happy for someone who was intending to get married in the morning.

As they continued walking, they came upon a bank of public phones hooked onto a wall. Stopping, the brunette began to rifle through her pockets in search of change. She mentally chastised herself for forgetting her cell phone, which was inside her purse and both were locked in her Lexus. She had only grabbed her wallet and keys before heading into Shopaholics determinedly. What good was a purse if she didn't carry the thing?

Watching as the woman successfully found two quarters, Kori concluded that she didn't want her to leave just yet. So, she did the first thing she could think of. She lied through her teeth. "The phones don't work." An eyebrow curiously arched. "It's true!" Kori quickly nodded. "I found that out the first night I stayed here. I picked up the phone and there was no dial tone. I tried them all. Apparently, they shut them off when they lock up the store."

The woman folded her arms over an ample chest. "And why praytell would they do that?"

What are you? An attorney? Kori tried out a combination 'your guess is as good as mine' shrug and expression. "I dunno." To her chagrin, the brunette wordlessly sauntered over toward a phone and picked up the receiver, bringing it to her ear where she heard the strong dial tone. Smirking, she looked at Kori, the phone still within her grasp.

"They must have forgot to turn them off tonight," she dryly stated.

Kori sighed, doing the second thing she could think of. She lied again, yet this one should sound a bit more believable and perhaps there was a hint of truth in it. "Okay, listen. The truth is, if you call someone then certain people will find out that I've been staying here and then I could be in trouble and would go to prison. Look at me. I'm short and I don't look like much--okay none-- of a threat. I'd end up being someone's little bitch in two days!"

Despite her best efforts not to, the brunette laughed as she hung up the phone. "I think you're being a tad over-dramatic, don't you?" She inquired, blue eyes dancing with sudden mirth.

Kori chuckled. "Maybe but…" She sighed. "Could you just please do me a favor and wait until the store opens in the morning? I realize that I shouldn't be here but I really don't want to run the risk of being caught." A grin slipped onto her lips. "'sides I bet your sister can't throw a slammin' bachelorette party like I can. You do me this favor and I'll show you a good time tonight. We'll have a par-tay!"

The woman burst into laughter while nodding. "Okay, okay. You have a deal. But, can I at least call my sister and give her an excuse as to why I won't be able to make it tonight? I won't tell her that I'm locked in Shopaholics with a homeless lunatic."

After sticking out her tongue at the other woman, Kori agreed to this. She felt like doing a happy little jig as she watched her temporary roommate make the call to her sibling. Now all she had to do was make good on her promise to throw the tall beauty a slammin' bachelorette party. Kori tapped a lone finger on her chin as she thought. Where to begin?

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"Okay, first things first," Kori said as she turned to face her newest companion. The brunette had just ended the phone call to her sister after having to promise the woman nearly half a dozen times that she wouldn't be late to her wedding. "I think we should exchange some pertinent 411, so my name is Kori Eaton."

They shook hands as the taller woman replied, "Nice to meet you Kori. My name is Skylar Whitney."

Kori smiled, while vaguely thinking that the last name reminded her of something. However, not recalling what it was, she easily pushed the thought out of her mind. "Skylar. I've always liked that name. It's lovely so it fits you perfectly." Her smile increased in width as the other woman blushed.

"Thanks," Skylar shyly replied.

"Quite welcome," Kori answered with a wink. Flirting with a straight woman. I have no shame. Inwardly, she grinned.

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Deciding that they needed to get out of their street clothing before the fun could commence, Kori led Skylar through the department store until they arrived at the women's apparel. Each woman proceeded to find something to wear for the evening and within five minutes, they had made their decisions. Taking their pajamas into separate dressing rooms, they proceeded to change into them. Kori had insisted that Skylar leave her own clothes in the dressing room so that she could change back into them tomorrow morning.

Done first, Kori patiently waited outside of the dressing rooms for her companion wearing a pair of powder blue pajamas. The loose-fitting pants were covered with miniature pink, white and lavender flowers along with a Winnie the Pooh pattern. The mischievous bear sported a pair of fairy wings and in his right paw held a wand with a small yellow star on top of it. Embroidered on the top of the short-sleeved shirt was a single fairy-winged Pooh Bear surrounded by tiny flowers. It was to say the least an adorable outfit and Kori wore it proudly. Ever since she was a child she couldn't get enough of Disney characters, Mickey and Winnie being amongst her favorites. Sure she was a grownup now, but you were never too old to enjoy Disney.

Hearing footsteps, Kori looked up to see Skylar walking out of the dressing rooms wearing simple black silk pajamas with the most exciting detail being a pocket stitched on the upper left side of the long-sleeved shirt. Hanging her auburn head, the smaller woman sighed because of the sight standing before her. Immediately, she looked up when Skylar asked her what was wrong. She didn't see what the problem was. She wore these type of pajamas all the time.

Wordlessly walking toward her, Kori slowly circled the woman as her green eyes wandered over the outfit while trying to ignore the gentle curves and the firm looking rear encased in silk. Her initial diagnosis held firm. There was nothing…absolutely nothing exciting about these pajamas. In fact, they practically screamed boring. She told Skylar as much and watched as her expression turned incredulous.

"What? These are made of silk! They're comfortable, cool and--"

"And about as delightful and exciting as sitting in a dentist's office waiting to get a root canal," Kori interjected. Raising a hand, she indicated for the other woman to take a seat in the nearby chair. "Have a seat Ms. Whitney. I'm gonna hook you up." Not bothering to argue, Skylar walked over toward the chair and sat as she watched Kori flit from rack to rack filled with sleepwear, her brow furrowed in deep thought, the very tip of a pink tongue inserted between her lips. She looks so adorable, Skylar thought, not bothering to examine her internally spoken phrase.

Finally making a decision, the young woman pulled a couple of clothing items off of hangers before coming back over to her new friend where she dropped the pajamas in her lap, a broad smile on her face. Fingering the soft cotton, Skylar glanced up at Kori doubtfully, asking if she truly expected her to wear these pajamas.

An auburn head nodded as Kori graced her with an expression that clearly read 'duh'. "Yep. Why? What's wrong with them?"

Thinking that they would be perfect in honor of Valentine's Day, which happened to be tomorrow, Kori had chosen a pair of white drawstring pants that had a pattern of pink and red hearts all over them along with a matching snug fit pink T-shirt. Being inclined to purchase clothes in colors such as black, navy, and tan, Skylar failed to remember the last time she had worn pink. And if she had her way, she wasn't about to do it tonight!

Picking up the pajamas, Skylar held them up to Kori as though she didn't already know what they looked like. "They're too busy. I prefer my clothes to be…"

"Boring? Drab? Plain?"

The brunette smirked. "There is nothing wrong with black, Kori."

Kori shrugged. "Yeah, sure. If you're going to a funeral." As her new buddy smirked again, she prompted, "Just put them on. Live dangerously for once. This is your bachelorette party so relax!"

Sighing, Skylar decided to relent since it was plainly obvious to her that Kori wasn't about to. Besides, what could it hurt to wear pink just this once? Plus, she found herself not wanting to disappoint her new friend. With a silent nod, she arose from the chair, catching Kori's contented smile just before she vanished back into the dressing room to change into…sigh…a heart infested pink outfit. Skylar vowed to never breathe a word of this to anyone and sincerely hoped that Kori would decide to keep this little detail of the evening between them.

Within in a few minutes, Skylar returned, good-naturedly enduring the appreciative oohs and aahs from a grinning Kori. Apparently, she approved just by the look on her face. She then vocally confirmed it.

"You look very cute, Skylar!" Her grin widened when the other woman blushed slightly while thanking her.

"Now!" Clapping her hands together, Kori asked her friend if she was hungry. Kori was, since that sandwich she ate on her lunch break had vacated her stomach hours ago. Having not eaten a bite since the garden salad she had for lunch, the brunette readily nodded while replying that indeed she was quite famished.

After they found the appropriate slippers to compliment their pajamas, Kori choosing a pair of Pooh Bear adorned ones and Skylar practically having to be begged to wear pink fuzzy slippers, they headed toward the eatery near the front of the store. Patting a barstool at the counter for her friend to sit on, Kori walked behind it, leaning on the clean shiny surface as she asked Skylar what she would like to eat. Whatever she wanted, if the eatery had it, Kori would fix it for her. Thanks to many lessons from her mother, Kori had turned out to be a proficient cook.

Studying the various the choices on the menu, it was difficult for Skylar to find something that she considered nutritious. However, finally she made a decision. "I'll have the BLT without the bacon, bread and any dressings that might be on it." When Kori didn't readily give a response, Skylar figured that she was waiting to hear what she wanted to drink. "Along with an iced tea please."

Still, Kori didn't respond right away. With a curious expression, she leaned more of her weight on the counter as she looked at the other woman. "Um, well that leaves the lettuce and tomatoes."

Skylar nodded. "I know."

"So," Kori slowly drew out the minute word, "you're saying that you only want naked lettuce and tomatoes for dinner." She received another nod, which caused her to sigh. "What kind of meal is that? I won't go for it," she added, not waiting for a reply to her question as she shook her auburn head. "You're going to eat more than that. You told me that you were famished so Skylar I'm going to make you something with substance," Kori thoughtfully paused. "A hamburger sounds good. You want cheese on that?"

Skylar quickly shook her head in the negative. "I don't want a hamburger. I don't eat those." There was absolutely no way on God's green earth that she shoving all of that grease, senseless calories and fat down her throat. True, she didn't want to disappoint Kori, but she had her limits. Pink she would wear but hamburgers she would not eat!

"Didn't I insist that you live dangerously for just this night at least? When's the last time you had one? I'm sure it'll be alright if you splurge for one night."

"Actually, I never have."

For nearly twenty seconds there was such an abundance of silence that one could have heard a pin drop into a haystack. That is, if Shopaholics sold hay. They did have pins though.

Kori slowly raised an eyebrow and then the other one quickly followed its mate. Surely, Skylar couldn't mean that she had never eaten a hamburger. She would bet that the majority of those on earth had tried at least one or two hamburgers somewhere in their lifetime. It would be pitiful to go through ones life without eating one of the beefy juicy treats. That is unless one happened to be a vegetarian. Kori shuddered at the thought. Though she sympathized with animals, she could never completely cut meat out of her life. She loved it too much. Speaking of vegetarians, perhaps Skylar was one.

"Are you a vegetarian?"

Skylar shook her head. "No, I eat meat, just not hamburgers. Mostly fish and chicken, sometimes beef and rarely pork."

Green eyes widened in surprise. It was the other way around with her. Mostly beef and pork, sometimes chicken and rarely fish. And that had to be fried red snapper along with a healthy dose of fries. Yes, so Kori realized that she wasn't the smartest when it came to nutrition but she enjoyed her food. Besides, it wasn't as though she didn't make up for her less than satisfactory eating habits in other ways, such as exercising. Shopaholics by the way, had an excellent bit of equipment set up for possible customers to try out next to the sporting goods section. Kori had taken advantage of it on a nightly basis.

"You've never ever had a hamburger?" Kori inquired, not being able to believe what her ears were transmitting to her brain. "Not even one?"

The dark head shook. "Not even one."

"So you don't know how they taste?"

"Don't have a clue."

Kori cocked her head to the side as she studied the other woman. "Aren't you the least bit curious?"

Skylar shrugged. "I admit that I have been a time or two, but I just didn't indulge."

Kori leaned further, almost close enough for their noses to touch even with the width of the counter separating them. She gazed into two blue eyes, having the errant thought that she could just happily drown in them. "So indulge your curiosity tonight, Skylar," Kori whispered. She ignored the digging that the edge of the counter was busy doing into her stomach as she watched the blush creeping onto Skylar's bronzed cheeks. It was so lovely. Her eyes wandered down to a set of full lips, which were almost close enough to kiss. Kori blinked her eyes rapidly as she settled back on her feet, instantly relieving the ache that her stomach had been enduring. There was no use thinking such thoughts. Skylar Whitney was going to be a married woman in less than twenty-four hours. That thought left a bad taste in Kori's mouth.

Her voice momentarily deserting her, Skylar briefly wondered if they were still discussing hamburgers and then gave herself a mental shake. Of course, we are. She couldn't possibly mean anything else, Skylar thought. She was reading too much into the other woman's words. Regardless, she still didn't intend to eat a hamburger and said as much.

Sticking out her bottom lip, Kori pretended to pout. "Please?" Skylar shook her head. "Pretty please? I'll fix you one and all you have to do is take a bite. That's all I'm asking for is one little itty-bitty bite. Okay?" She threw in a bit of eyelash fluttering along with the pout. Kori figured that if she could get the woman to agree to eat just one bite of a hamburger, that certainly she would continue to devour the entire sandwich once she had a taste. Who could take a bite from one of Kori's 'famous burgers' (as she had dubbed them years prior) and then not finish it? One bite Skylar and then I know that I'll have you hooked!

Skylar felt her resolve beginning to crumble as fast as a house of playing cards in a hurricane. Oh, why, oh why was she having such a difficult time saying no to this woman? She had only known Kori about forty-five minutes and yet found herself wanting to please the adorable little thing. Once more, Skylar ignored the word she chose to describe Kori Eaton.

"Okay," Skylar acquiesced while nodding. "I'll sample a hamburger."

Kori beamed, glad that she had gotten her way. Until tonight that hadn't occurred very often. "And french fries."

"Oh no." The brunette waggled a finger at her. "I've already agreed to eat one bad thing. I'll just have that lettuce and tomato we talked about earlier, thank you." She was starting to sound like a broken record, but Skylar meant it this time. Not one french fry was going to pass her lips!

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"Oh my God, this is so freaking delicious!" While Kori grinned in delight, Skylar dipped another golden battered french fry into a cup of ketchup before popping it into her mouth and then taking a sizable bite of her hamburger. Never in her life had she tasted something so decadent. It should have been a crime for anything to taste this good. No wonder such places, as McDonald's were so popular. Though she had never been there, Skylar had a feeling that not even…what was it called? Ah, yes, the Big Mac. It undoubtedly could not hold a candle to Kori's famous burgers. Not to mention her french fries. They were both simply divine.

Kori gushed with the appreciation being showered upon her. She had no idea that Skylar would enjoy the food this much, yet she was thrilled. Well when you switch from eating lettuce and fish the majority of the time to trying out my famous burger, I suppose that it could be a delightful shock to the palate.

Starting on the second half of her hamburger, Kori wondered about the woman sitting next to her. What did she know about her thus far? Her name was Skylar Whitney-dang, that sounded familiar but Kori just couldn't place it. Based on the clothes she'd been wearing earlier, she came from money. Her name even sounded like someone who was wealthy. She didn't usually indulge in treats, which was a shame, though it made Kori believe that she had a lot of self-control. She was practical, elegant, and conservative. Her choices in clothing styles and colors proved that. She wore a huge rock on her finger, was getting married tomorrow morning, and yet didn't seem thrilled over her upcoming wedding. This was a mystery, which Kori was determined to unravel tonight. And why was she hiding in the restroom, peeking out at Kori as though she was a member of the Mafia and they happened to be chasing after her? Kori recalled the box her new friend hurriedly threw in the trash bin before exiting the restroom. One eyebrow elevated in curiosity. Or was she was trying to hide something from the eyes of others?

Thinking that it was time to get some questions answered, Kori swallowed the food in her mouth with the help of some Pepsi. Swiveling around on her barstool, she faced Skylar who was nearly done with her meal. "Sky can I ask you a question?"

Skylar smiled at the use of the nickname. Nearly everyone referred to her by her full name except for her nieces and nephews who called her Aunt Sky. She nodded. "Of course you may."

Idly twirling a french fry around on her plate, Kori asked, "Why were you hiding in the bathroom?" She didn't miss the blush that instantly colored Skylar's cheeks. It only proved to make her even more curious.

In that moment, Skylar decided to be completely honest. Yes, she hadn't known Kori very long but she instinctively knew that she could trust her not to tell. This couldn't get out because the press would have a field day with it. Her family didn't need that type of publicity.

"After being ten days late," Skylar started, "I decided that I needed to find out for sure, although I was already ninety-five percent positive. Passing by Shopaholics, I made the decision to come here for the confirmation. Buying what I needed I went into the bathroom and did the test. I was right." She took a deep breath, knowing by the look on Kori's face that she already knew what she was about to say. "I'm pregnant."

Kori managed to keep the sigh that wanted to escape inward. And the plot thickened even more. That bad taste in her mouth returned as the unbidden thoughts of Skylar and her fiancé later this year bringing a life into the world together rushed into her mind. Kori took a deep breath while chastising herself. What do I care what she does and with whom? I don't know her and after tonight, I'll probably never see her again. After all, why would the daughter of the may-Kori softly gasped! That was it! That's what was so familiar about Skylar's name. Surely, it just couldn't be a coincidence.

Kori looked toward the other woman just in time to see a curious expression directed at her. "Weston Whitney. Is he your father?"

Skylar nodded with an unreadable look now on her face. "Yes, he is," was all that she offered.

Green eyes widened considerably. Kori could hardly believe it. She was locked in Shopaholics with the daughter of Dr. Weston Whitney, the second time mayor of Dominoe County and one of the top retired surgeons of a prestigious hospital in Boston. What were the odds of something like that happening? It then slipped back into her mind what Skylar had just relayed. She was pregnant. Oh, man. Now what would the straight-laced Mayor Whitney think of his daughter being with child before her wedding? Though she had never personally met the man, unless one counted that parade she saw him at late last year, Kori had a strong feeling that he wouldn't take the news well. No, not at all. No wonder Skylar looked a bit worried when she admitted that she was pregnant!

"Do you know how far along you are?"

"Three weeks and four days," Skylar promptly answered before taking a long sip from her glass of tea.

"Wow. You have it down to the very day?"

The brunette shrugged as she stared at her near empty plate. There were five fries and two bites of hamburger left but she had suddenly lost her appetite at the mention of her father and her pregnancy. "That was the last time I allowed him to-I mean that was the last time Brad and I made love."

Two eyebrows skyrocketed over what Skylar might have said had she not edited her statement at the last second. That was the last time you allowed him to what, Sky? Make love to you? And why use the word 'allowed' as though making love was something you endured for his sake? The plot was as thick as a rue now.

"Did you let him know that you suspected you were pregnant?"

Skylar shook her head. "I'll tell him tomorrow before the wedding." Releasing a loud breath, she continued, "I'm sure Brad will be thrilled. He did want us to start having children as soon as we got married," a slight pause. "He and my father."

Kori got the impression that Skylar wasn't as close with her father as he alluded to the public. She recalled once reading an article in the newspaper about him, he had described himself as the 'All American Family Man' and doted on what a close-knit family he had. He made them sound like the Walton's. Perhaps things weren't as perfect as Weston Whitney wanted them to appear. Figures, Kori thought. Is anyone involved with politics one hundred…or at least ninety-five percent honest?

Noticing the discontented look on her companion's face, Kori concluded that she would probably rather be discussing anything else other than the current topic. Thinking it wise to change the subject since she didn't want Skylar to continue to be upset, especially since this was her bachelorette party, Kori brought up one of her favorite subjects. It was actually in the top five where subjects were concerned.

"Hey, have you ever had an ice cream sundae?" She smiled when the other woman abruptly laughed.

"Does a fruit smoothie count?" Skylar asked, a twinkle returning to her blue eyes as she smiled. She briefly contemplated how someone so small could have such a tremendous love affair with food.

"Nope, not exactly, Sky." Kori sighed, though a chuckle escaped her lips. Oh, what in the world was she going to do with Skylar Whitney? Obviously, she could teach quite a few things to her, yet there was so little time. Well, she would get in as many 'new experiences' within the next few hours as was possible.

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After sharing a gigantic mouthwatering sundae, complete with all the works including nuts, sprinkles, bananas (Skylar insisted on a fruit--something nutritious), and whipped cream, Skylar was given a tour of the grand store. However, this wasn't just any tour where you walk around following a pointing loquacious tour guide. No, Kori added a bit of zest to it by nabbing them a go-kart, which was comfortable and large enough for two full-sized adults. The cherry red framed adorable go-kart fit them perfectly as they zoomed (well if one could refer to 8-15 mph as that-of course Kori was intentionally going slowly) around the many facets of Shopaholics.

Beginning in the toy area where they'd picked up their ride, the two women headed toward the front of the store, Kori indicating as they came upon the arcade. She even drove inside so that her friend could look at the multitude of pinball machines and video games along with the air hockey and foosball tables. Noticing the interested look on the brunette's face, Kori made a mental note to suggest that they return to the arcade after the tour. As she drove out of the arcade, she gave an almost imperceptible shake of head. She's probably never even played a video game before. Poor baby. It was beginning to occur to Kori that her new friend's childhood most likely couldn't be correlated with fun and merriment. And perhaps she was being presumptuous, but Skylar's adulthood didn't seem much if any better. Pushing the troubling thoughts out of her mind, Kori continued the tour.

Next to the arcade was Snack Sity, which of course was a place to get one's fill on snacks including candy, baked goods, and awesome buttered popcorn that Orville Redenbacher himself would love the secret to. Kori licked her lips, remembering the freshly prepared chocolate fudge that she'd had the opportunity to sample yesterday afternoon by shelling out a few precious dollars. It was to die for.

Moving forward, they bypassed the checkout area making a quick right. Kori occasionally made comments as they drove by the fifteen spacious aisles consisting of a mini grocery aisle, pet supplies, hardware, items for one's home, and periodicals among other things. Once again turning right at the end of aisle #1, they ended up by an immense shelf filled with camping equipment, which was across from a nicely decorated camping scene. Sitting on a large patch of realistic looking grass was a navy blue tent that appeared roomy enough to hold up to three or four adults. There were also two laid out sleeping bags, one blue, and the other red adjacent to each other. Next to the red bag were a flashlight, canteen, and a pair of binoculars. A few feet from the sleeping bags was a fake fire pit made of small paper mache rocks that surrounded a glowing 'fire', which actually might appear authentic from afar. About eight inches from the pit were a couple of pots, pans, cups, and some utensils.

Halting the motion of the go-kart, Kori indicated the camping scene with a sweep of her hand before she looked toward Skylar. "And this Sky is my temporary home away from…no other home." She grinned. "As you can see I've been camping out under the," she glanced upward, "high ceiling."

Throwing her head back, the brunette chuckled. "It looks very nice. This will be my first time camping." She graced Kori with a warm smile. "And I'm looking forward to it."

Despite her best efforts to keep it from manifesting, a blush found its way to her cheeks. Returning the smile, Kori nodded. "As well am I."

Starting up the go-kart, they left Kori's temporary home behind and scurried through the jewelry section and both women's and men's apparel before ending up by the eatery again. Next to the restaurant were the photo department and the eyeglass boutique. Having an idea, Kori parked near the door leading into the photo store. Turning to Skylar, she asked the woman if she would be interested in taking a few pictures with her. She claimed that she wanted a memento from this night. Though she had never been a fan of the camera, Skylar found herself eagerly nodding. She hadn't figured why she desired to please Kori so. Perhaps the little auburn haired woman had put a spell on her. Chuckling, Skylar arose from the kart, stretching her limbs before she followed Kori inside the store.

Deciding to use one of the instant photo booths instead of attempting to work the high-tech looking camera already set up on a tripod, the pair gathered inside the machine, which was about the size of a walk-in phone booth and took their seats, thighs pressing close together. Both felt the heat from the other but strove to ignore it. Well, at least Skylar did. Kori inwardly grinned due to the close proximity. She wished that the short padded bench they were occupying were a tad smaller so that she would be 'forced' to sit on gorgeous Blue Eyes' lap.

They would able obtain six wallet size color or black and white (their choice of which) photographs for three dollars a copy. They each wanted one so the grand total would be six dollars of course. It then occurred to them that they didn't have any money. Looking at each other, they burst out in a fit of giggles before Skylar offered to go get some. Stubbornly shaking her head, Kori insisted that this was her idea and her treat. Skylar easily gave in and then proceeded to wait in the booth as Kori went out to the go-kart and drove over to the camp scene where she kept money in her backpack inside of the tent. Within a few minutes, she returned to the photo store with six crisp dollar bills in hand.

"Now we're in business," she said as she retook her seat next to Skylar, making sure to close the dark thick velvet curtain well. Having already discussed that they wanted color photographs, Kori inserted the dollar bills one at a time into a slot that sucked them up as vigorously as a vacuum devours lint. After doing so, the thirteen-inch screen in front of them prompted her to make the necessary selections for the pictures. Pressing a sequence of buttons, they were told (yes, the machine actually spoke to them) that they would have thirty seconds between each photograph taken in order to change poses if desired. The first photograph would begin in approximately one minute. Looking in the narrow mirror above the screen, the pair looked at their reflections, almost simultaneously, reaching up to neatly arrange their hair.

"How do you think we should do these?" Kori inquired, secretly wanting to get a picture of her kissing the other woman right on the lips. That move might get her slapped. She nearly chuckled. Wonder how Mayor Whitney would react to seeing that photo!

Skylar glanced at her, noticing the faintly amused expression she wore but chose not to comment on it. At least she wouldn't right now. They probably only had about forty seconds left! "Not sure. Maybe a couple of goofy but the rest…not?" So eloquently put Skylar!

One eyebrow arched. Goofy? Did her friend who had never until night eaten junk food just utter the word goofy? Did she really know the definition of it? I guess I'm about to find out. Kori gave her agreement with a shake of her head. They quickly decided to do a not, then a goofy, then a not, a not, goofy, followed by a last not. Both women nodded succinctly. It sounded like a great plan. Now all they had to do was pull it off.

As the pleasant electronic female voice warned them that they had ten seconds left, Kori and Skylar posed for their first shot. Wrapping their arms around each other's shoulders as though they had been best friends all their lives, the two women brilliantly smiled for the small lens focused on them. They only had to wait a few more seconds.

FLASH!!!

Thirty seconds and counting, they moved to find a position for the next shot, quickly discovering what they were going to do for their first goofy picture. Sticking their tongues out as far out of their mouths as was possible, both blue and green eyes crossed. Kori and Skylar inclined their heads enough so that they were touching. Each one had a difficult time keeping still until the photo was taken because they desperately wanted to laugh, imagining how silly they looked.

FLASH!!!

For the next pose, they wrapped their arms around each other again, but this time they smiled without flashing any teeth.

FLASH!!!

For the next serious shot, they decided to get a little more intimate. More than a little surprised that she wasn't at all uncomfortable with the idea, Skylar scooted toward the middle of the short bench before the other woman settled onto her lap. Slipping long arms around Kori's waist as she leaned back into her, Skylar perched her chin on a convenient shoulder. She was rather enjoying this contact and hated for the next flash to arrive. That was another surprise. What are you doing to me Kori? You've surely put a spell on me. While she decided to smile with her teeth showing, Kori chose the closed mouth beam.

FLASH!!!

It was goofy time. Reluctantly removing her bottom from a comfortable lap, Kori waited until Skylar scooted over before she reclaimed her seat. They discussed their next pose for a few precious seconds before they looked toward the camera and sucked their cheeks in until their lips resembled those of a fish. Well, if one could say that a fish possessed lips. Just for the heck of it, they raised their hands, lifted their first and index fingers, and presented the camera with four rousing peace signs.

FLASH!!!

Now for the last picture, serious number four. It was decided that they would press their cheeks ever so slightly together as they graced the waiting lens with what they referred to as half smiles. However, Kori had a trick up her short sleeve as she inwardly counted down until the camera would take the picture. Could she be slapped or yelled at for the move she was about to make? Oh, yes she definitely could but she was willing to take that risk! 5-4-3…Gently pressing two fingertips on Skylar's cheek, Kori turned the unresisting head in her direction and pressed her lips to the mayor's daughter's.

FLASH!!!

Although the picture had already been taken and the electronic voice was now informing them that the pictures were being made and that they would be done in just a few moments, their lips were still in an intimate position. So far, her cheek was sting free. In fact, unless it was just her imagination, Skylar's lips were firmly pressing into hers, and she could have sworn that she briefly felt a hand touch her side. Becoming a little bolder, Kori slipped her tongue through her lips and was just about to take a little sample of the incredibly soft ones on hers when they were suddenly detached. Damn.

As startled blue eyes gazed at slightly anxious green ones, silence reigned in the photo booth for long moments until the unexpected speaking of the voice belonging to the machine caused both women to jump.

"Please take your photos and thank you for your order. Have a nice day!" Chirped the fake female just before there was a loud ping sound and two sets of wallet size photos landed in a silver tray under the computer screen. Wanting something to do, Kori tore her eyes away from the other woman's and removed the two long strips of photographs, which would have to be separated with scissors. Wordlessly, she handed one copy to Skylar while wondering what could possibly be going through her mind. Without a doubt, she knew that Skylar had responded to the kiss, even it was only for three seconds.

"Thank you," the brunette quietly stated, lifting the photo sheet to let Kori know exactly what she was thanking her for. She lightly cleared her throat as an auburn head nodded without comment. Perhaps it was best to behave like the kiss hadn't occurred. Yes, that was the best solution. Turning to her new friend, Skylar pasted on a smile. "Shall we continue the tour now?"

Looking up at her, Kori attempted to read her mind but that proved impossible. She still had no idea what Skylar was thinking. One thing was obvious though. She didn't wish to discuss what had just transpired between them. Okay, two can play that game, Kori thought, feeling hurt all the same. Nodding again, she waited for Skylar to vacate the instant photo booth before following her out. Heading back to the go-kart, they wordlessly slipped inside, each now contemplating on what the other could be thinking but not wanting to be the first to inquire.

Placing her photographs on the floor of the go-kart, Kori then wrapped her hands around the steering wheel as she gazed ahead where the pharmacy was located. She made no move to start the vehicle as she furtively glanced toward Skylar, who was observing the photos in her hand. Kori sighed. She hated the tension that had settled between them and wanted more than anything right now for it to dissipate. Forget the game. I'll gladly forfeit.

Removing her hands from the wheel, Kori turned in her seat in order to face Skylar's, whose attention she now had. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did back there. I shouldn't have."

A few heartbeats passed before the brunette offered a reply. "Why did you?" she softly questioned.

Swallowing hard, Kori felt as though there was an un-peeled banana lodged in her throat. Should she answer with the truth? And the truth will set you free. Yeah, right. Kori almost smirked. Sometimes the truth just got you in a barrel full of trouble, which was a reason why a lot of people lied! However, she chose to be veracious.

Holding contact with inquisitive sapphire eyes, she answered, "Because I wanted to. I wanted to see how it felt to kiss you." To her relief, the other woman started smiling.

"And how did it feel?" Skylar asked in the same soft tone.

The banana returned with a vengeance. The brunette had yet to reveal her occupation. Surely, she must have been an attorney. Kori suddenly wished that she hadn't brought this subject up. What did it matter to Skylar anyway? She was getting married in the morning so why should she care how a stolen kiss felt for a virtual stranger?

Once more, Kori chose to behave the opposite of Pinocchio before he learned his lesson. "Though it was rather short, I enjoyed kissing you. Your lips are soft, warm, and even sweet. I imagine that might having something to do with the sundae." When the brunette chuckled, she started to grin. She could almost feel the tension melting away. What a relief. Kori realized that she was interested in knowing how the kiss felt to Skylar, so she tossed the woman's question back at her.

Naturally tanned cheeks reddened slightly. "How did it feel to be kissed by you?" Skylar asked, stalling. The other woman mutely nodded. How was she supposed to explain that a fleeting kiss from a female was the best kiss of her life? That neither Brad nor any man who preceded him had been responsible for her heart beginning to flutter and caused an onslaught of butterflies in her stomach? She could not and would not say that. I just have to forget it, Skylar lectured herself. I'm going to become Brad's wife tomorrow. I have to think about that and put this inane attraction for another woman out of my head.

Looking toward Kori, she nonchalantly replied, "It was nice."

Kori attempted to conceal her disappointment. She'd had her suspicions that Skylar had been more affected by their brief kiss but perhaps she was wrong. Nice. All she got in return was nice? No woman had ever told her that her kisses were nice. That even included the ones who referred to themselves as straight. Yes, her pride was most definitely wounded and she was tempted to pull Skylar into her arms and show her just how much more than nice a Kori kiss could be. However, she didn't want to push the possibility of being the recipient of a slap.

Kori tried to put on a happy face. "Good." She slowly nodded. "So…we should go then."

Skylar eagerly nodded, glad that they were no longer going to discuss kissing. "After the tour may I try one of these?" She tapped the frame of the go-kart.

"Oh, you want to drive?"

"Yes, I do. You never asked me if I wanted to. It looks like fun." Folding her arms over her chest and protruding her lower lip, Skylar pretended to pout.

Chuckling, Kori nodded, glad that her ultra conservative friend was loosening up. "I'm sorry hon." Reaching over, she patted the 'pouting' woman's back. "We'll get you one as soon as I finish giving you the tour." Green eyes brightened as Kori came up with what she thought to be a fantastic idea. "Hey! Why don't we race go-karts? That could be fun."

An interested smile lit up Skylar's face as she nodded. "Sounds like it. I'm in. I've never-"

"Done that before. Yes, I know," Kori finished, a teasing smile on her lips. "Tonight there are a lot of firsts for you and I'm honored to play a part in that."

Briefly squeezing her hand, Skylar replied, "I'm honored to be experiencing these firsts because of and with you. Do you want to make this particular first a little more interesting?"

Cheeks glowing from the compliment and the affectionate touch, Kori shortly nodded. "Sure, I'm always up for more interesting. What did you have in mind?"

"A wager. The winner of the race gets a prize from the…non-winner."

Smiling broadly, Kori sat back in her seat knowing exactly what she would like for a prize from Skylar. Of course, if she were to mention it she might actually earn that slap she had wondered about earlier. No, it was best to attempt to stay out of trouble. Looking at the other woman, Kori asked her what she would want if she were to win the race.

"You said that you're an artist right?"

"Yep. That's what I said." Well, she was an aspiring artist anyway since she had yet to truly sell any of her artwork. Though Kori had done numerous lines of work, ever since she was a child she had a fascination with drawing and starting from the age of eight proclaimed that she wanted to be a professional artist. Seventeen years later, it obviously hadn't occurred yet, but Kori wasn't giving up hope that her work would soon be showcased in an art gallery.

"Well, if I win I would like you to sketch me a picture. You get to choose whatever you draw. I just want an Eaton original." A bright smile on her face, Skylar winked at Kori.

Kori softly chuckled. "You've got a deal. Now let me see what I would like as a prize." Pausing, her expression grew thoughtful, the wheels in her head churning round and round. Looking at Skylar she said, "You know I aspire to be an artist but you haven't mentioned what it is that you do yet."

"I'm a dentist."

Immediately thinking of the comment she had made earlier concerning dentist's, Kori's expression turned sheepish. And about as delightful and exciting as sitting in a dentist's office waiting to get a root canal. "Oops. Sorry about what I said when we were discussing your choice of clothing. But I was referring to the procedure not those who perform it. I think dentist's are great!" Green eyes nearly rolled. Let's not over exaggerate Kori.

To Kori's relief, the other woman started to laugh. "It's fine Kori. I don't do root canals anyway. I'm in the cosmetic field of dentistry. So, if you want some veneers as a prize if you win the race then I'm your woman. And that's a pretty good prize since those tend to be expensive."

Kori chuckled while shaking her head. "Thank you but no thank you. I'm proud to say that I've never had any dental problems. Well I did have one filling when I was sixteen but that's all." She winked and the other woman grinned.

Leaning toward her, Skylar conspiratorially whispered, "That will be our little secret. I shan't ever tell another living breathing soul."

"I appreciate it," Kori answered in a whisper. "Do you like being a dentist?" She asked because the brunette's expression almost looked crestfallen at the divulgence of her occupation.

Skylar didn't give a prompt answer, her expression suddenly difficult to decipher. "It's quite lucrative. I have my own practice in Boston, which is where I reside now."

"But do you like it?"

"I've been doing it for five years. I should." Skylar tried to laugh but it sounded hollow to her own ears. Glancing at her friend, she noticed that the petite woman wasn't buying it either. She sighed. "Not particularly, no. I mean I don't detest being a dentist…I just don't love going to work."

Kori gazed at her quizzically. "Then why do it? Because of the money?"

Another long pause ensued before Skylar opened her mouth to speak. "Because of my father. You see he had a plan for all his children-my sister Elaine, my brother Derrick, and me. He originally wanted me to be just like my older sister. Go to college and graduate with a four-year degree, which we would do nothing with. Meet and marry a man who comes from a distinguished family, have children and stay at home with them. And he didn't mean just for the first few months. He meant until they're old enough to move out on the their own. Elaine is living up to his plan perfectly with her unused degree, lawyer husband who comes from 'old money' and their four children. I on the other hand was different and he knew that so he edited his plan some by allowing me to continue schooling after the mandatory four years. He insisted that if I wanted to be a 'career woman' I could go into dentistry. More importantly, cosmetic dentistry since he deemed that I could make even more money in that field. So, I let him make my choices for me."

Not answering right away, Kori let what she had just been told sink in. It occurred to her that Weston Whitney was a control freak. Who would want their child to attend college only to become a housewife or as some would call it these days, a domestic engineer? Kori thought back to when Skylar had informed her of her wedding. It was crystal clear that she wasn't thrilled about her impending marriage so was that another choice she had allowed her father to make?

"Are you still allowing him to make choices for you?" Kori inquired as gently as she could manage. She didn't want the other woman to think that she was reprimanding her. Quite the contrary. Kori just wanted to understand the entire situation and help in anyway if it was feasible.

"What do you mean?"

"This marriage. Is it your idea or your father's?"

"During the fall Brad asked me to marry him and I said yes so what does that tell you?" Skylar retorted, beginning to sound defensive.

Though she heard the tone in Skylar's voice, Kori refused to back down. Perhaps she was sticking her nose where it didn't belong, but so be it. She desperately wanted to help this woman, whom she was beginning to realize had been kept in the dark for far too long by an oppressive parent. Kori was determined to pull her into the light.

"It doesn't really tell me what I want to know," Kori gently stated. "Do you love Brad? Do you love him with all your heart and soul? Are you going to burst if you don't get to say 'I do' to him soon?"

"I said I would marry him, so what do you think?"

"I think you're still evading my question. Do you love him passionately?"

"I love him," Skylar answered between clenched teeth.

"With passion?"

Skylar gave a short mute nod, looking for all the world like she wanted nothing more than to slug the woman sitting beside her.

Cocking her head to the side, Kori looked at her curiously. "Really? How can you love someone passionately while allowing them to make love to you?"

Skylar's expression changed into confusion. What in the hell was she talking about now? "What?"

"Earlier you said-well you almost said-that you allowed Brad to make love to you. That sounds a little unromantic to me."

Based on the way her mouth kept opening and shutting, Skylar was having a difficult time getting it along with her voice box to work properly. Finally, she fixed the problem when she replied, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Then why didn't you continue with the thought instead of switching to 'Brad and I made love'?"

Sighing, Skylar slowly shook her head from right to left and then back again before she looked up at Kori. "Listen to me. I wouldn't be marrying Brad if I didn't love him."

"Just like you wouldn't be a dentist if you didn't love it?"

"Kori you don't know me so please just stay out of my business. I think you should worry about yourself, seeing as how you don't even have a reasonable place to call home."

Tearing her eyes away from glaring blue ones, Kori looked at the wheel of the go-kart. "Touché," she softly said. Starting the go-kart, she began to drive in silence. Kori continued the tour but didn't bother to point out the sites as she drove the go-kart at a snail's pace.

As they came upon the electronics section, Skylar glanced at the forlorn look on Kori's face and her heart nearly broke in two. Guilt seeping into her very bones, she released a soft sigh, regretting her recent words and behavior. Kori had only been trying to help and she repaid her concern with animosity. No wonder I don't have many friends. I don't know how to treat them.

Laying a hand on Kori's shoulder, she quietly asked her to stop. Wordlessly, the petite woman obeyed, the go-kart coming to a swift halt. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, Kori waited for the other woman to speak. She was both hurt and angry and therefore did not want to look at Skylar right then. Was that childish? Maybe. Did she care? Nope.

Removing her hand from Kori's shoulder, Skylar placed it on her chin and gently tugged until reluctant green eyes made contact with her blue ones. Noticing that her finger was beginning to stroke the smooth skin beneath it, Skylar immediately dropped her hand since she had Kori's attention.

"I'm sorry Kori. You were trying to help me and I snapped at you. For that I sincerely apologize and I hope you can forgive me for behaving like an ass."

Slowly, a smile curved Kori's lips. "All is forgiven. And in my opinion you didn't actually behave like an ass." She started to grin as she added, "But if you don't mind my saying so, you have a great one!"

Blushing and laughing at the same time, Skylar playfully nudged the smaller woman with her shoulder. "You're too much."

"Would you like a bit of me to be shaved off?"

A dark head quickly shook. "No, never."

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Within thirty minutes each woman was sitting in her own go-kart, ready to start the race. They had strategically attached blown up bright red balloons to the highly polished floor, creating a track that led around the store starting at the arcade and ending there. The rules stated that for every balloon that they broke (if any) they would have to talk about themselves non-stop for one minute. Originally, Skylar didn't like this rule since she was positively sure that she would bust a few balloons but Kori who unknowingly had the other woman wrapped around her little finger got her way.

The first woman to successfully complete the course and make it to the finish line would receive a prize from the other. Skylar of course, wanted a drawing from her new friend. Thinking that Skylar needed to loosen up just a tad bit more (okay, tad bit might have been an understatement) Kori came up with the idea for her to perform karaoke if she won the race. Skylar wanted to object that since she had never excelled at singing, but one look at that adorable pleading face and she couldn't say no. No doubt about it, the little one was dangerous for her. Skylar just hadn't decided whether that was a bad or good thing.

Looking across to the brunette, Kori graced her with a broad grin. She knew that she had an advantage since Skylar had never driven a go-kart before and she planned on exploiting that. She fully intended to win this race with little if any competition and then Skylar would owe her a song. Yes, she was bad. Very bad.

"You ready?" she asked, her hands already gripping the steering wheel.

Skylar nodded. "As I'll ever be." Kori had showed her how to operate the go-kart and she'd taken a practice drive around the course before they put the balloons down, so hopefully she wouldn't make a complete fool of herself. She would have crossed her fingers for luck, but then it would have been even more difficult to drive. Plus, the finger-crossing method had never seemed to work for Skylar.

"Okay, on the count of three we'll go."

Kori started the countdown when she was interrupted. "Wait a minute. Do we go after you say three or during the utterance of three?"

A faint smile touched Kori's lips. The brunette looked as serious and focused as a participant in the Indy 500 would be. "After."

Nodding, Skylar asked her to restart counting before returning her attention to the 'road'. One, two, three, and they were off!

It didn't take long before the race was over and of course, Kori was the champion. She showed what great sportsmanship she had by jumping out of her go-kart and dancing around it as she whooped, hollered and gave herself a few rousing high-fives. A couple of minutes later, a smirking Skylar pulled up to the woman jumping across the floor like a few hot potatoes were rolling around in her pajama bottoms. Suddenly thinking about it, she reminded herself to clean up the bit of mess she created while careening through aisle three, hardwares. Some hammers, pliers, screwdrivers, and nails were currently taking up residence on the floor.

Leaning back in her go-kart, Skylar folded her arms over her chest as she watched the other woman in amusement. Finally, Kori finished her happy dance and turned toward the brunette with a triumphant smile on her face. When she made it a point to inform Skylar that she had won, she earned another smirk along with a brief nod.

"Yes, I realize that you did." Unfolding her arms, Skylar pointed an accusing finger. "Though you know it was unfair."

"Unfair?" Kori looked as innocent as a newborn lamb. At least she attempted to. "How so? I think I won fair and square."

"It was unfair because I've never raced before. You had an advantage over me."

The smaller woman shrugged. "Tough luck Doc."

Skylar chuckled while getting out of the go-kart. "You are merciless!"

"Yep, that be me. Kori the Merciless." She grinned devilishly. "So, I believe that you owe me a song. Plus, how many balloons did you pop?"

Briefly, the dentist thought about lying but then convinced herself that Kori would find out the truth anyway. She sighed. "Four. And you?" She already knew the answer. Kori cruised through the course like someone who had been behind the wheel of go-karts since childbirth. The auburn haired cutie hadn't killed a single balloon. Skylar fought hard to keep a pout from showing. That was so very unfair.

"One," Kori answered after a moment.

A dark eyebrow arched. "One? When? I didn't hear it. I wasn't that far behind you." She knew, she just knew that her likable competitor hadn't burst any balloons.

Kori faintly grinned. "It was one. Trust me."

A few wordless seconds ticked by before Skylar walked up to the short woman and planted a butterfly kiss on her cheek. "Thanks," she said while smiling.

"What for?" Kori wished that she could go through the duration of her life without having to wash her face again.

The brunette shrugged, still smiling. "Just thanks."

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Before they proceeded to the electronics section for karaoke, the pair decided to check out the arcade first. Skylar was more than happy to do this since it gave her the opportunity to stall having to sing. By no means was she a horrible singer, but she would never be chosen to compete on the brand new Star Search.

Having brought along a twenty dollar bill (she refused to let Kori pay since she had purchased their pictures) Skylar found the token machine and inserted the money. Within seconds gold colored coins about the size of quarters made clinking sounds as they fell into a plastic cup she had positioned in the holder. Splitting the eighty coins between them, they started to try out the numerous games in the arcade. Jurassic Park pinball turned out to among Skylar's favorites and she ended up nearly spending five dollars worth of tokens on it. She was quite pleased when she made the top players' list and eagerly punched in her initials.

Announcing that she would return shortly, Kori left the arcade just as Skylar strolled over to play Tetris. She made it all the way to level four and then lost as her carefully stacked blocks reached the top of the screen. Softly growling in frustration, she was about to insert another token, determined to make it onto the top players' list on this game as well. It was quickly occurring to Skylar that these games were lots of fun and she made plans to buy one of those Xbox's her nieces and nephews were always raving about. They might even sell them there at Shopaholics.

Before Skylar could successfully put another token in the slot, she found a small dark brown square held in a petite hand placed in front of her. Instructed to bite, she did so without any comments or questions. As she chewed the smooth sweetness of rich chocolate caressed her tongue. Blue eyes closed in ecstasy as Skylar released a moan that could almost be described as passionate. Swallowing, she took another bite, this one much bigger treat out of the treat and moaned again, unknowingly making the woman standing closely behind her quite damp in a certain place.

Kori swallowed though there was nothing in her mouth except teeth, gums, and a panting tongue. "Um, I take it that you approve?"

"Oh God yes!" Gently grabbing Kori's wrist, Skylar brought the woman's hand closer so that her mouth could swipe the remaining bit of fudge left. Lost in a chocolate haze, she didn't even realize it when she began to idly lick Kori's fingers clean of the fudge. She only came to her senses when she heard a soft mewl coming from behind her. Her eyes widening in shock, she immediately dropped Kori's hand before turning around to face her. "Uh, sorry about that Kori. Didn't mean to…you know."

Despite the fact that she was even damper now, Kori managed a shaky grin. "Oh, hey it's okay. I rarely object when a beautiful woman licks my fingers. Even if she is only after the chocolate." The grin became a little steadier, though the wetness increased. I'm going to need a few minutes alone with my friend lefty tonight!

Although she returned the grin, Skylar looked thoroughly embarrassed by what she had just done. She had never licked anyone's fingers in her entire life (even her own) and was loath to admit that she had sort of enjoyed doing it to Kori. Okay, more than sort of but no one else including the party licked ever had to know that. What is happening to me? Now I enjoy licking a woman's fingers? I'm losing it.

Coming to Skylar's rescue, Kori pointed toward the air hockey table while asking if she would like to play. Relieved, the brunette nodded as she grabbed her token cup and hurried over to the game, which she had to yet to play. After Kori explained the basic rules and goal of the game, each woman inserted two tokens each in order to play it. The first person to score seven goals would be declared the winner.

After a coin was flipped, it was decided that Kori would go first since she called heads and that was what came up. Grabbing her red mallet, Kori placed the puck in front of her and started to strike it when she changed her mind at the last moment. Lifting the mallet from the table, she looked across it to her curious opponent and offered a smile. Something in her smile must have alarmed Skylar because she commenced to rapidly shake her head back and forth.

"What have you got cooking in that devious head of yours now?"

A soft chuckle departed Kori's lips. "What makes you think I have something cooking up there?"

"I just have this feeling. This very strong feeling that you're about to say something…an idea perhaps that I might not agree with."

Kori smirked. "As if that's anything new."

Skylar revealed that she could smirk too. "Ha ha. What do you want to say? Come on. Out with it Kori."

"Well I have an idea to make playing air hockey juicy. I just created it." Kori appeared to be pleased with her imaginative self.

Two dark brows slowly lifted, as the expression on Skylar's face became cautious. "How juicy?"

"I propose Truth or Dare air hockey. Here's how it goes. For every goal one of us makes we get to ask the other person a question and they must answer that question."

"And if they refuse?"

Kori grinned mischievously. "That's where it gets really juicy. If the party absolutely refuses to answer the question then they must remove one article of clothing or a slipper."

Looking down at herself, Skylar quickly counted. "But I'm only wearing six items and there are seven points total in this game."

"Six? Funny, I'm wearing five and we both have on tops, bottoms, underwear, and slippers." She held up one hand with five outstretched digits, which she wiggled. "That definitely makes five."

"Thank you so very much for the mathematical lesson Professor Eaton, but I am indeed wearing six items." Skylar didn't bother to reveal what the elusive sixth item was.

With hands on her hips, she stood silently waiting as Kori proceeded to do a visual inspection of her attire from across the table. It only took a few seconds before emerald eyes lit up and Kori pointed her mallet at the other woman's chest victoriously. "Oh, your boob holsters! That makes six! You know," pausing, she cocked her head to the side looking thoughtful, "I'd wondered how they stayed so high and motionless. Didn't realize that they were still locked up."

Skylar didn't have time to be embarrassed seeing as how she broke out in rambunctious laughter. What made the situation even funnier was that she knew that Kori hadn't meant to tease. Skylar's inert breasts had truly mystified her. Boob holsters! That was a cute and humorous way of describing a brassiere. She would have to remember that one. Though, Skylar highly doubted that she would use the bra synonym on anyone that she was affiliated with. I need more laid back people in my life. I need Kori. Thinking over that last thought, Skylar realized that it was true. She didn't want to lose this woman who had brought so much into her life within such a little amount of time. Kori was quickly becoming someone special to her.

"So now you know the secret," Skylar replied as her laughing fit winded down. She wiped at the corners of her eyes where a couple of joyous tears had gathered.

Nodding, Kori laughed, delighted that she had inadvertently caused Skylar to laugh. She enjoyed hearing the sound. "Okay, so you're wearing six. To answer your question I doubt that you'll pass on seven questions, don't you? I know that I don't plan on passing on any."

Skylar released a dramatic sigh. "Alright. I have another inquiry before we begin. What kind of questions do we ask? Anything?"

Kori grinned so broadly that nearly every tooth in her mouth was put on display. "I'm so glad that you asked that question. This is where it gets even juicier. The questions must be R rated. Not even PG-13 is acceptable. R rated," she repeated, evidently liking to say that. She watched, as the other woman's expression plainly read something akin to, 'not in this lifetime!' "C'mon, Sky. Live a little. Be brave."

"I think I've been plenty brave tonight thank you very much! No way am I playing strip Truth or Dare R rated air hockey!"

"This is your bachelorette party, therefore we have to make up for the absence of strippers and naughty banter some kind of way! And you've been brave doing what? Eating a hamburger and racing go-karts? You haven't even performed karaoke or given your four minute long oral autobiography because you popped four balloons. In fact, I'm even willing to waive that speech if you do this."

Skylar's interest was suddenly piqued. She'd actually rather have sung then talk nonstop about herself for four minutes. And she would also rather take her chances with this 'juicy' game. "Really?"

"Yes, really. We can forget about the speeches. However you still owe me a song."

After a moment's silence Skylar nodded. "Deal." Positioning her mallet on the table, she said, "Let's play then."

Gracing her with a delighted grin, Kori put the puck into position before lining her mallet up behind it. Using a light tap, she sent it smoothly sailing over the centerline into the other woman's domain. Skylar managed to strike the puck and sent it back in Kori's direction. Closely watching its progress, Kori hit the round skinny object with enough force to send it flying across the table and successfully into the brunette's goal. The electronic scoring unit attached to the table gave her one point. Hearing a soft curse, Kori bit her lower lip to keep from smiling.

"Seems I get to ask you a question." She grinned, green eyes twinkling with mischief. "More importantly, an R rated question."

Blue eyes rolled. "Yes Kori?"

"What are the names of all the lovers you've had?"

Skylar refused to blush. She wasn't going to give this albeit adorable--little deviant the satisfaction. "How tricky, asking two questions yet it sounds like one." The other woman smiled and she smirked. "However, I will tell you. First Greg and then Brad." She placed her mallet on the table again. "Shall we proceed?"

Only two? And you allow the second one--your fiancé-- to make love to you and the last time that happened was almost a month ago? Kori curiously wondered about her friend. She was starting to seriously question whether Skylar enjoyed sex at all. That would be a shame if she didn't.

"Do I sense a pattern here? You only sleep with people who have four letters in their names?" Kori inquired, looking thoroughly amused.

Skylar glanced up at her and unthinkingly replied, "You have four letters in yours."

The petite woman's expression switched to intrigue. "Is that your way of telling me that we're gonna get it on?"

"Oh God!" Skylar slapped a hand over her face as she slowly shook her head. When she thought that she heard a chuckle, she peeked through her fingers at the other woman, but Kori suddenly found something interesting about her slippers. Dropping her hand, Skylar sighed. "That's not…I didn't…you shouldn't…"

"Keep trying. I'm sure you'll find the words you're looking for sometime this century." How nice. She obtained another smirk just for her!

"I didn't mean to say that," Skylar finally articulated.

"And what did you mean to say?"

Silence fell and the brunette slowly shrugged. "I'm not sure actually. But I wasn't propositioning you or anything like that. Honestly."

Chuckling, her friend nodded. "I know you weren't. It was just funny the way you put it. Sorry for teasing you hon."

Skylar smiled. "It's fine." She indicated the air hockey table. "So, are we going to play?"

"Sure. It's your serve."

Pulling the puck out of the goal, Skylar placed it on the table, trying her best to center it. Using Kori's technique, she lightly struck the puck and watched as it barely made it over the centerline before a swift mallet caused it to make a U-turn. This time Skylar was prepared. Focusing on the goal, she hit the puck in its direction and before Kori could block it, it slipped inside. With a triumphantly shouted 'yes', Skylar jumped up and down twice before coming to her senses. She grinned and Kori jovially chuckled although the score was now tied.

"Very good Sky! You have a question for me?"

The brunette nodded. "Indeed. My question for you is the same one you asked me." When Kori responded that she would go in order, Skylar wondered just how many lovers there had been. She was about to find out as the other woman started naming names using her fingers.

"Let's see..." Kori started, looking thoughtful. "My first was Charlotte, then Rebecca, Mandy…no Melanie…no her name was Melody!" A wide smile spread across her lips. "Such a sweet name for a sweet girl." Skylar attempted to return the smile, but it came out looking rather feeble as she briefly thought of Kori's hands all over sweet Melody. She refused to question why the thought made her sick to her stomach. "And then," Kori went on, obviously not catching on to her friend's condition, "there was Lindsay, Vanessa, Delores, Tia, Helen, and then the last one was of course Anna."

Nearly speechless, all Skylar could successfully enunciate was, "Wow."

Kori nodded, correctly guessing the thoughts roaming around in her companion's head. "Yes, I know it sounds like a lot, but they were spread out over a nine year period if that makes it any easier for you to deal with." She sincerely hoped that Skylar didn't have a major problem with the amount of people she had slept with. Kori wasn't at all embarrassed that there had been nine sexual partners in her life starting from her high school days. She cherished every one of those women and her experiences with them, including Anna who had kicked her out on her rear.

"So that's one a year?"

Kori chuckled. "If I had traded in one girlfriend for a new one every New Year's, yeah. However, it wasn't quite that neat."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-five. I was sixteen my first time with Charlotte," she added before the other woman had the chance to inquire. "And you were?"

"Eighteen. And you know that was with Greg. We were prosaic by having sex for the first and last time on prom night."

Surprise flickered across Kori's features. That was the first and last time? And that was how long ago? "How old are you Sky?" The petite woman asked in a casual sounding voice.

Absently tossing her mallet from palm to palm, the brunette answered, "Thirty-two." Skylar indicated the air hockey table while asking if they were going to continue the game.

Briefly raising the hand holding her own mallet, Kori distractedly replied, "In just a minute. How old were you your second time?"

"Thirty-two." Taking note of the younger woman's expression, Skylar wondered where all the questions were leading. More than a little self-conscious with discussing this section of her life, she again asked if they could proceed with their game. "Besides you're supposed to ask questions when you score a goal."
She offered Kori a smile, hoping that she would agree to continue now.

Kori nodded, though there were more questions hanging from the tip of her tongue, which she was dying to have answered. Obtaining the puck, she sent it soaring toward Skylar as her brain processed this latest information. Skylar was eighteen the first time she had sex and then didn't have an encore until she was thirty-two. That meant there was a fourteen-year gap with no sexual activity. Was it so horrible the first time that she couldn't bear to try it again until over a decade had passed?

As the puck found its way back to her, Kori tapped it with her mallet though she was barely paying attention to the game. And evidently, Skylar wasn't enjoying it too much if any now considering it had been over three weeks since she and the man she intended to marry had made love?

Kori hit the puck again and it slid untouched into the other woman's goal. Bottom line, she didn't care much for sex. The million-dollar question was why.

"Now you may ask me a question," Skylar stated, attempting to look calm as she subconsciously held her breath. There was no telling what her small friend might say next. She was quickly learning that Kori was a verbally unrepressed person.

Already knowing what she wanted to ask, Kori readily opened her mouth to speak. "When was the last time you came?"

"Came where?"

Kori shrugged. "You can tell me where it was or not. I just want to know when."

Skylar's brow knit in confusion. "I'm afraid that I don't understand what you're talking about."

Kori gave her a look, which was pitiful enough to make one burst into tears. Placing her mallet on the table, she then gripped the edges of it as she simply gazed toward the other woman for a few hushed seconds. "Tell me you know what an orgasm is honey," Kori softly questioned.

Bronzed cheeks turned a light shade of crimson as Skylar wordlessly nodded that she did, causing her companion to breathe a sigh of relief. In that moment, the brunette felt rather naïve.

"Good. Came is another way of saying that you've had an orgasm. As in you come when you reach the highest peak. Understand that?"

Skylar nodded again. "Yes, I do."

"Okay, so what I want to know is when was the last time that you had an orgasm."

"Never have."

Temporarily rendered speechless as she stared in astonishment, Kori was positive that she would have ceased to breathe had it not been something she did automatically. And she would have collapsed to the ground had she been one prone to fainting spells. Surely, she hadn't heard Skylar correctly. Surely, the woman had not just admitted that in all her thirty-two years-albeit the first dozen or so shouldn't have counted-she had never, not even once had an orgasm. The mere thought of the woman before her never having reached a climax was incomprehensible. However, the pieces of this puzzle were starting to come together.

"You're telling me that you've never come? You've never reached the state of sexual fulfillment?"

A dark head slowly shook. "That's correct," Skylar admitted.

"Doesn't that bother you?" It could have been Kori's imagination, but her friend didn't appear upset about being a thirty-two year old woman that had slept with two men and never achieved an orgasm.

"Sex isn't important to me so no it doesn't bother me that I've never…you know."

Green eyes widened. Kori could hardly believe that this conversation was taking place. Well that explains why she allowed her fiancé to make love to her three weeks and four days ago. She obviously doesn't care if they do it or not. That part of the mystery was solved. Kori just needed to know why Skylar's attitude toward sex was so apathetic.

Before Kori spoke again, Skylar apprehended the puck, wanting to continue the game and drop the subject of sex, something that had never interested her. "Ready to continue?" she asked.

"Yeah, shoot." Kori grabbed her mallet from the table.

Relieved, Skylar struck the puck, watching as it sailed down the table and right into Kori's goal without the small woman even attempting to block it. Skylar was about to say something when her friend obtained the puck and then tossed it into the goal again, again and then three times after that. Immediately, the brunette's side of the scoreboard rapidly blinked seven, declaring her the winner.

Skylar looked across to the other woman in bewilderment. "What did you do that for?"

Kori tossed her mallet on the table and walked around it toward Skylar, choosing to lean against the air hockey table next to her. "I don't want to play anymore so congratulations you win. I rather we have a talk." The expression on her face was a combination of wonderment and compassion.

"About?" Though she already had an inkling what 'about' was.

"Well to put it bluntly sex and your lack of interest in having it." When Skylar started to turn away, Kori reached up and gently cupped her cheek, waiting until blue eyes connected with her own. "I want to help you Sky. I just need you to try to open up to me."

The tall woman shook her head, trying to ignore the soft warmth pressed against her face. "Thank you, but I don't need any help. I don't particularly enjoy sex. It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of a deal? Honey, making love can be a beautiful intimate heart pounding experience shared between two people. And I gather that it has never been that way for you. I'd like to figure out why."

"Not everyone enjoys sex Kori."

"Sure and among those people are nuns and monks." She ignored the smirk that comment earned her. "Were Greg and Brad aware that you've never had an orgasm during intercourse?"

Though she did not want to be having this conversation, Skylar figured that it was inevitable. So, the best thing to do was to answer Kori's questions and get this over with. "The one time I did it with Greg, I told him that I had one and most of the time with Brad I've done the same thing."

"So you faked it?"

"Faked it?" Skylar looked almost confused as she had when Kori used the word come in the place of orgasm.

"Yes. You know, pretended you were having an orgasm while making love."

"How would I go about doing that?" The brunette asked, sounding curious.

Okay, perhaps you don't know. "Have you ever seen an R rated movie?" Not surprisingly, Skylar shook her head in the negative. "So it's conceivable that you've never witnessed anyone else having an orgasm or at least acting like they were in a movie or something such as that." Again, she shook her head, beginning to look even more curious. "Okay, have you seen When Harry Met Sally?"

"That's a movie right? I think I've heard of it."

Kori slowly nodded. If she didn't know any better she would have sworn that her new friend had spent the majority of her life living underneath a rock on a deserted island far far away from any land that was inhabited by other human beings. It didn't make any sense for anyone to be this clueless. What must life have been like growing up in the Whitney household? Kori had an image of Mayor Whitney putting bars on all the windows and only letting his children out every so often to get a breath of fresh air.

"It's a very good movie, among my favorites. You should check it out. Anyway, there is a scene in it where Meg Ryan-you have heard of her correct?"

Skylar eagerly nodded, glad to finally know something. "Yes, she's that blonde actress, isn't she?"

Kori gave her an unreadable look. "Uh huh. Yep, that's Meg. The blonde actress in Hollywood," pausing, she took a deep breath. "Anyway, in this particular scene her character and Billy Crystal's, character are discussing sex in a diner. During the discussion, he basically tells her that he knows when a woman is faking it-meaning an orgasm-- so she fakes one right there at their table and does an incredibly good job because it sounded so genuine."

"How? I mean, how can you fake that?"

Kori hopped onto the air hockey table choosing to sit in front of the other woman. Gazing up at Skylar, she unhurriedly allowed a sensuous smile to curve her lips while her friend looked back quizzically. A low very faint moan started in her throat gaining volume second by second until Kori was moaning audibly enough to be heard next door at Snack Sity. Throwing her head back, she lightly caressed her throat before heading downward until petite hands were cupping a heaving bosom, squeezing the globes of flesh rhythmically. Meanwhile, Skylar had to snap her mouth closed because she was on the verge of drooling. Her heart rate picked up considerable speed as she observed the scene before her.

Half-lidded eyes looking toward the ceiling, a wet tongue emerged between Kori's lips, the tip beginning to trace around them. "Ooh, God yes," she softly intoned, now tweaking her nipples through her top, knowing that sapphire eyes were paying rapt attention to everything she was doing. "Mmm, yes that's it…oooh, yes! Yes! Mmmm, Skylar I love it when you're deep inside me…please don't stop…don't stop!" Kori's hips gyrated on the air hockey table as her hands abandoned her breasts and slid down her stomach and in between her parted thighs, fingers languidly stroking the apex of them through the fabric of her pajamas. Bringing her head forward, emerald eyes connected with sapphire, immediately recognizing the look. Desire. Gotcha.

"Oh, yeah, ooooh yeah, faster Sky…I'm gonna come for you baby…I'm coming…mmmm…do me baby…harder…harder…" Her breath coming in spurts, Kori's hips picked up their pace as she ground against her fingers, pleased that Skylar was keeping eye contact with her all the while. "Uuuh, oooh, that's it…that's it…" Her whole body moving on top of the table, Kori squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hands between them. Breaking eye contact, she tossed her head back again, releasing a guttural moan between glossy parted lips. "Yeees, oooh yes, yes, hell YEES!!! Ooh, Sky, oh, oh…" Gasping, Kori rested her chin against her chest as she allowed her thighs to relax. After a few seconds passed, she looked up and caught an obviously speechless and still brunette staring at her. If the quick movement of her chest was any indication, she was breathing faster than normal. Very good.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Producing an amazingly sweet smile, Kori leaned forward and lightly pecked her immobile friend on the cheek. "I do believe that someone in this arcade owes me a karaoke performance and I'm ready for it," she stated in her usual tone of voice. Jumping down from the table, she grabbed Skylar's limp hand. "So, let's get going."

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Concluded in Part 2