Isabella adjusted the strap of her crop top, trying to ignore the way her nipples rubbed against the thin fabric. The Tanger Outlets in Myrtle Beach were packed, but the humidity made her skin feel sticky, her red hair clinging to her neck. She glanced at Mackenzie, her former track teammate, who sauntered beside her with that infuriating confidence. Mackenzie’s summer dress clung to her curves, her black hair swaying as she walked, her 36DDs bouncing slightly with each step. Isabella’s eyes flicked to Mackenzie’s pierced nipples, the metal glinting under the sunlight.
“You good, Bella?” Mackenzie smirked, her dark eyes lingering on Isabella’s chest. “You keep fidgeting like something’s bothering you.”
Isabella crossed her arms, instantly regretting it as her tits pressed together. “I’m fine. Just hot.”
Mackenzie’s grin widened. “Mhm. Hot.” She leaned in, her breath warm against Isabella’s ear. “Or maybe you’re just thinking about how hot I look.”
Isabella’s face burned. “Shut up.”
Mackenzie laughed, low and throaty, and Isabella’s pussy clenched at the sound. She *hated* that she noticed. Hated that Mackenzie’s crotchless panties were probably teasing her with glimpses of that pierced clit, the one Isabella had accidentally seen once in the locker room. Hated that she’d fantasized about it since.
“Let’s get some water,” Isabella muttered, steering them toward a kiosk.
Mackenzie followed, her fingers brushing Isabella’s hip as they walked. “Sure thing,” The way she said it—like a challenge—made Isabella’s thighs squeeze together.
At the water station, Mackenzie pressed close, her dress riding up as she bent over. Isabella’s gaze dropped, and her breath hitched. Mackenzie’s ass was round and firm, the crotchless lace barely covering anything. A thin silver chain connected to a bullet vibrator glinted between her legs, and Isabella’s mouth went dry.
“See something you like?” Mackenzie purred, straightening up.
Isabella yanked her eyes away. “You’re disgusting.”
Mackenzie’s laughter followed them as they walked. “Liar.”
They ducked into a lingerie store, the air conditioning a relief. Isabella browsed aimlessly, but her nipples were hard, aching, the piercings rubbing against her top. Mackenzie, meanwhile, picked up a sheer black teddy and held it up. “This would look *fucking* hot on you.”
Isabella snatched it from her. “I’m not buying that.”
Mackenzie’s smirk was all teeth. “No? Then how about *this*?” She pulled out a tiny remote-controlled vibrator from her purse and dangled it. “Wanna test it out in the dressing room?”
Isabella’s pulse spiked. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re wet,” Mackenzie countered, voice dropping. “I can smell it.”
Isabella’s face burned. She *could* smell her own arousal, thick and musky in the air between them. She turned away, but Mackenzie followed, her fingers tracing the waistband of Isabella’s skirt.
“Come on, Bella,” Mackenzie whispered, her lips brushing Isabella’s ear. “Just one little test. Let me make you feel good.”
Isabella’s body betrayed her, her hips rocking forward despite herself. “Fine. But one minute.”
Mackenzie’s grin was triumphant. She dragged Isabella into the dressing room, locking the door behind them. The space was cramped, the mirror fogging up as Isabella’s breath came fast. Mackenzie pushed her against the wall, her hands sliding up Isabella’s thighs, beneath her skirt.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Mackenzie groaned, her fingers finding the thin fabric of Isabella’s thong. She ripped it aside, exposing her dripping cunt. “Look at this pretty little pussy. Begging for it.”
Isabella moaned as Mackenzie’s fingers circled her clit, the metal of her own piercing cold against Isabella’s hot skin. “Mackenzie—”
“That’s it,” Mackenzie growled, her free hand tugging at Isabella’s crop top until her tits spilled free, the piercings glinting. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby.”
Isabella whimpered, her hips jerking as Mackenzie worked her, two fingers plunging inside while her thumb rubbed circles over her clit. The vibrator in Mackenzie’s other hand buzzed to life, pressed against Isabella’s thigh.
“Oh god—” Isabella gasped, her nails digging into Mackenzie’s shoulders.
Mackenzie’s mouth crashed onto hers, kissing her hard as she fingered her, the vibrator now pressed against Isabella’s clit. Isabella came with a cry, her body trembling, her juices coating Mackenzie’s fingers.
“So responsive,” Mackenzie panted, pulling her fingers free and shoving them into Isabella’s mouth. “Clean them.”
Isabella moaned around them, tasting herself as Mackenzie’s thumb rubbed her clit through her orgasm.
“You like that?” Mackenzie teased, her voice rough. “You like being my little slut?”
Isabella whimpered, nodding.
Mackenzie’s grin was wicked. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” She dropped to her knees, pulling Isabella’s skirt up, her mouth hot and hungry on Isabella’s still-sensitive pussy.
Isabella’s back arched, her hands tangling in Mackenzie’s hair as she was devoured. The dressing room door rattled—someone trying to get in—but Mackenzie didn’t stop, her tongue working Isabella over until she came again, this time with a scream.
When Mackenzie finally stood, her lips glistening, she pressed a kiss to Isabella’s mouth, letting her taste herself again.
“Still think I’m disgusting?” Mackenzie whispered against her lips.
Isabella’s breath was ragged. “Worse.”
Mackenzie laughed, low and dark.