The next half an hour passed by slowly. I was a bit worried when June-san went to go check on Izumi-san, and even more worried when I saw the redness of Izumi-san’s eyes when she returned, but I sensed that it was not something she wanted me to dwell on.
Izumi-san’s Boss left us to talk while she went around making sure everything was going well in the store itself as it was still business hours.
After apparently satisfying her desire to talk to Izumi-san, June-san left us to our own devices, saying that she was going to go shop around for a souvenir and go home for the day, since she had some things to do that she’d been procrastinating long enough.
She gently, easily refused Izumi-san’s offer to be given her discount. Then she whispered something in Izumi-san’s ear that made the recipient blush.
June-san left soon after that.
Then it was just the two of us again.
Silence.
Then, almost suddenly, Izumi-san stood up and extended a hand to me. “Want to see my collection now? Last year, Boss set aside a corner of the store for things that I had modeled.”
I felt my eyes widen. “You have that much?”
She laughed it off, tugging me up as I started to rise. “Let’s look before you say anything about that.”
When I did see it, I did think that. It was a collection that would have made Yoshitaka-san quite proud. I wasn’t sure if I should be bothered by that or not, so I simply stepped forward from where she stopped and began looking at them more carefully.
Since I was already here, I didn’t bother to stop imagining Izumi-san posing in every piece that I touched.
I did stop when I realized I was comparing how I would look in the same piece beside her.
Any scene that involved her, me, and a bed was definitely too dangerous to think about.
Kasumi… Kasumi is the one I’m marrying… not her…
“Anna-chan?”
I jerked at the call, accidentally grabbing something out of the rack. When I looked at it, I realized it was a rather good piece.
“You like that one?”
I nodded limply, using my free hand to trace the small frills, the delicate laces…
Like the delicious curves of her body…
I blinked hard, trying to rid myself of those thoughts. Maybe I should stop while I’m ahead… was I ever really ahead? I feel like I’ve been going back in time…
Back to the sweet scent of her bed… of her… even though I knew I couldn’t touch her… when she was so very close…
I had to get out of there. There were just too many things that could set me off in this shop. No. I glanced at Izumi-san. There were too many things going through my mind when I was with her at all.
“Say… Anna-chan… I wanted to ask this before but it’s kind of embarrassing…” She scratched her cheek as she looked down at the piece I’d chosen. “What are your three sizes now?”
Blood rushed to my cheeks as another unbidden thought came to mind.
Of her measuring me personally… her arms wrapped around… so very close to…
I tried to laugh through my sweat and told her point blank.
She seemed amazed. “You’re kidding… we really are almost the exact same then?”
I smiled a little at that. “I had a bit of a growth spurt…” That was a bit of an overstatement, considering that the last time I’d told her my sizes was more than seven years ago. I’d be heartstricken if I hadn’t grown since then.
She was just passing by me to reach for something behind my shoulder, but the movement left her lips right at my ear as she whispered, “I can see that. This piece is actually my favorite… but I think it might actually look better on you than me.”
I turned to face her, ready to protest, but she was typing something into a calculator on the wall. What a calculator was doing there, hidden by clothing, was beyond me. Personnel only access?
She smiled at me as if she had never said anything, had never made my heart skip a mile a minute for just one second. She told me the price.
I thought it was absurd. So absurd that I forgot about the butterflies in my stomach enough to demand a recount. “That’s more than half of any price we’ve ever paid for anything like this! And it’s such good quality…”
She grinned, giving me a wink. The butterflies came back to tickle my insides. “Why do you think I said I didn’t know what to do with it all? I bring in customers- I get extremely good deals. On top of my paychecks.”
On top of a desk, on top of her… pulling off the lingerie little by little…
I wanted to slam my head into a wall. At least then I wouldn’t have to explain my tendency towards nose bleeds. Though then I would have to explain hitting my head against the wall in the first place. I tried to smile. “The least I can do is pay for it myself then. You’re practically giving it to me as it is…”
She didn’t argue, didn’t insist that she pay for it “on the house”. But of course she wouldn’t. If she pulled favors like that, who knew when they would go out of business?
Though this place seemed to be flourishing… despite not being a “rush hour” period of the day…
She stopped again before we reached the register. Turning to me, I saw her blush again. She would have a stroke at this rate. Maybe she has a fever? “I almost forgot. Don’t you want to try it on before you buy it? See how it looks on you.”
Only if you join me…
Dammit shut up already!
I sighed and nodded. “Where are the fitting rooms then?”
The curtain closed before I could tell what was happening. She would wait outside, keeping guard.
A chill went through me as I realized that only a thin curtain separated her from my bare body… while I was changing at least.
I want her to see me… all of me… hiding nothing…
The walls here were close enough to hit my head against.
I hadn’t realized I’d actually hit myself until I was sprawled on the floor, still half-naked, with Izumi-san poking her head in and asking if I was alright.
Somewhere in the course of the last few hours, I think I became completely numb to embarrassment. Simply given up on hiding it.
Or rather, I should say, given up on not taking a chance. That was what these two weeks were supposed to be for, after all. To get it out of my system.
Wincing, I held my head with one hand and adjusted the about-to-be-bought lingerie piece, arranging it so that it remained snug against my skin. It fit perfectly.
I let my mind believe that this was the exact same piece that Izumi had modeled. Indirect skinship…?
“Anna-chan?”
Realizing I hadn’t answered her, I smiled reassuringly. “I just slipped. I’m fine.” But then I tried to get up… and couldn’t. Nerves, perhaps?
She was still there. No, she had come in completely, despite the room being as small as it was. She bent down next to me, her hands automatically going to my head, touching me… seeing if it hurt…
It hurt that her breasts were right in front of my eyes, literally a short few inches from my face, and I couldn’t pay homage to them…
Oh if I could just give them both one little kiss each…
All of a sudden, Izumi-san squealed, throwing herself backward and hitting her own head against the bench there.
As I licked my lips unconsciously, something deep inside me told me I might have just crossed a line without realizing it…
There was something in the way she folded her arms over her chest, hugging herself, that made me repeat, “Sorry… I slipped.”
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