"Oh, Donna!" Kathy squealed, raising her face and looking up into Donna's eyes. "You won't be sorry. I promise you won't be sorry for letting me stay."

Bobby elected not to go, and she and Kathy drove to the shopping center. There, she had Kathy try on skirts and dresses, but when Kathy wanted jeans, Donna refused.

"You should look like a girl, Kathy," she said. "You look very lovely in those dresses. Now, underwear."

Donna allowed Kathy to select panties, and they bought a dozen, but Kathy outright refused bras. Donna wasn't bothered much by her refusal. After they loaded their purchases into the car, they shopped for various toilet articles, and, as Donna moved about rows, she was acutely conscious of the girl's hand brushing her hip more than was necessary. Kathy stood close to her, pressing against her as they selected what they wanted to buy. Donna could not understand the constant pulsation of her cunt, the wetness that soaked into the crotch of her panties, or the almost painful swell of her cunt.

It had been a long time since Donna had enjoyed a fuck, but not because she was a cold woman. On the contrary, she was more erotically minded than many women. She just did not like the hassle of meeting men, fending them off with their one-night-stand desires. Donna wanted to fuck, but she wanted a man on a permanent basis, not fucking in some sleazy motel room with someone different every time.

Back in the car, with Kathy wearing one of her new dresses, Donna sat for a while before starting the engine. There was a familiar weakness in her body, and she knew what it was. It was a burning, almost desperate need between her thighs. Somehow, Kathy had sparked the heat within her cunt. She looked at Kathy, who sat quietly against the door. Kathy's skirt was hiked almost to her lap, and those long thighs were exposed, teasing Donna, almost calling out to be touched and caressed. Kathy gazed steadily into Donna's eyes, the heat literally steaming from the blue depths.