“Who the fuck does he think he is?” I exclaimed, as Adhi and I pushed through the big front doors of the office tower, out into the cold gloom of Cross St in Manchester. “You’re the best resource he’s got on the project.  He’s fucking lucky to have you at all!!”

“I know, I know,” Adhi sighed, “I didn’t know what to say."

“How can he say that about you?! God, what an Old Fuck Face he is!!” I was really getting wound up, striding up towards the market, my jacket flapping against my jeans. Adhi put her hand on my arm, and we stopped on the footpath, the lunchtime crowds pushing around us.

“Don’t worry about it so much, OK Kate?” Goddammit, she was smiling, and her luminous brown eyes shone at me.

“It’s just a stupid project at work, right? Tonight I’ll go home to Simran and the boys, have a wine or two, and laugh about it. City are playing at home tomorrow. We’ll go and scream it all out with the Skyblues.” 

Adhi was cool; so cool! I really admired her attitude, and I had learned so much from her at work. She was unflappable, unstoppable; incredibly smart and fast, and pretty funny when she wanted to be. Maybe it was her Punjabi background.  Whatever, everyone at work loved her and wanted her on their projects. 

And she was gorgeous, too - smooth brown skin, glossy dark hair, trim figure. I guess she was only a little over five feet tall, but she always looked sharp - she had great wardrobe sense.  

But undoubtedly, her best feature was her smile. It was so kind, so genuine. When she turned it on you, you just felt, well, special. At least that’s how it made me feel. 

Somehow, I’d gotten lucky and been on three projects in a row with her. We’d become good mates, going out with the same group after work pretty regularly. I’d even crashed on her couch a couple of times, enjoying hangover rotis and OJ the next morning with her family.  Work was shit sometimes, but when you had friends like Adhi to help you blast it off, anything was manageable.

“OK, OK,” I acknowledged, “You’re right. But he still shouldn’t have said that about you! I mean, he’s just a dick.“

“Hey!” Adhi cut me off. “Hey! What did I just say to you?” She had dropped her native Mancunian accent and turned on her best Punjabi chatter, channeling her mother-in-law while she waggled her head and her finger in my face.  “Don’t you go disagreeing with me now! Next thing I hear, you will be saying you won’t marry my uncle-cousin-brother.  He’s soooo loveleeeey with his long beard and short penis.”

I cracked up.  This girl was too much! She knew my love life had been a series of hits and misses over the last year, and lately she had started pretending to set me up with one of her fake relatives. I grabbed her playfully round the neck and marched her off up the street.

“It’s off to Ann Summers with you!!” I shouted.

Along with Marks and Sparks, Ann Summers had become one of our go-to escapes when the shit at work had gone off the rails. We both liked the bold-proud-sexy ethos of the place, and the eye candy on the posters! OK, and we didn’t mind the toys, either. I’d never met anyone who was so comfortable talking about her personal preferences. A couple of times, drunk in the pub, Adhi had even given us a few 'insider tips' about her favourite positions, plus instructions she gave to her husband.  She was a modern Indian and a true mate.

We weaved past Costa and Pret, and entered Ann Summers. It was much warmer inside and quiet. Surrounded by stunning lingerie, my project angst melted away, and I fingered a couple of lacy-racy outfits. I definitely had some decent assets to flaunt: my red curls and freckles, my 34C boobs, and my bike rider butt. But there was no one on my current dance card to get flaunty about. 

Adhi was already over at the toy shelves, and I joined her there. Just standing in front of all those dildos and buzzers was enough to lift your day, right? We could see ourselves in the mirror behind the shelf, and we grinned happily at each other. The redhead and the 'Amrit-star'.

“Can I help you choose something for the weekend, ladies?” a smooth voice offered behind us.  We half turned, and a salesgirl was standing smiling behind us.  She was wearing ripped jeans with a cream crop top under an emerald corduroy vest that revealed her golden shoulders. Her makeup was natural, warm, and she just glowed. Her name tag read 'Jackson' and had a little rainbow unicorn emoji next to it. She was absolutely stunning - understated, and yet confident at the same time. I blinked. I batted for both sides, and right now I was ready to join her team in a heartbeat. 

Adhi glanced at me as I ogled our new friend and led off.

“Yes, great, thank you. What would you recommend?  Do you have something we can take back to the office in our coat pocket?" she chuckled.

“OK, ladies, well, we do have a few items that are quite discreet, perhaps even something that you could use this afternoon,” Jackson purred back, her face completely professional. Had she just offered us sex on a Friday afternoon without a blink? I still couldn’t really speak.

“Sure, that sounds like just what we need,” replied Adhi. I could tell she was loving this.

Jackson reached between us to the shelves - I caught a whiff of her delicate perfume - and pulled a small, cute pastel box off the shelf, and handed it to me to inspect.  

“This is one of our newer items, and it’s getting some great reviews,” Jackson continued, the consummate saleswoman. “It’s not really a vibrator in the traditional sense,” she added, and I found myself wondering what the traditional sense of a vibrator actually was - but I kept watching Jackson. Her eyes were a vibrant olive green, perfectly toned to her vest.  

“This item is designed to bring you a lovely sense of pleasure and relaxation, but probably not take you all the way, if you get my meaning," she smiled knowingly.

“Oh yes, we know all about 'all the way',” responded Adhi, with a sneaky look at me. I was a bit slow, but now I realised she was pretending we were a couple!  What a cheeky fox!!

“Haha, of course you do, ladies,” Jackson replied. She took the cute box out of my hand, expertly opened it, and brought out the product. It was a small, silvery ring with a flat disk on the top. It looked exactly like a costume ring you would wear on your finger. And that’s what Jackson did with it - she slid it onto her middle finger. 

“To operate, you just rotate the disk half a turn, and -” she demonstrated “- we’re off,” she declared with a grin. Sure enough, we could hear a very soft humming, and could see her finger vibrating gently as she held her hand up. I couldn’t help myself - I reached out and touched Jackson’s finger. I could feel the vibration, very subtle. Harmless, surely? And yet - suddenly I was aware of my nipples. Still touching Jackson’s finger, I locked my blue eyes onto her olive greens. She looked back, still smiling - inscrutable, professional.  Was it a moment?  Dammit, I couldn’t tell!

“What do you think, darling?” Adhi interrupted, emphasising the last word. The clever little minx. She was messing up my flirting. 

“Now that you’ve felt the low level of intensity,” Jackson continued, turning the toy off and lowering her hand away from mine, “You can imagine how you could deploy this for simple relaxation and mood enhancement.” (Did she say “deploy”?? What the fuck?!) “Or of course you could add other techniques” - again she smiled professionally - “to complete your journey.” This girl was too much, just the complete package.  I wanted to take her home, not the stupid toy! 

“You look a little uncertain, dear,” Adhi chimed in, turning on her electric smile. Oh, she was really enjoying herself now!

All I could muster was a pathetic “Ummm, well…”

“I tell you what,” Jackson leaned into us just a little, “go and try it out in the changing room, see what you think.” There was a pause. Well, that certainly changed the angle of the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, finally finding my words, “did you just say…?” I couldn’t even finish the sentence. Jackson took the ring off her finger, popped it back in the box, and handed it back to me.

I looked at Adhi. She looked at me. 

“Yeah, sure,” Jackson replied nonchalantly, “it’s a quiet Friday. You look like you deserve it.” She shrugged and winked. "Quick, before I change my mind. Use the changing room at the end, it’s a little bigger.” 

And with that, she turned and walked over to a slovenly man who was giving a rack of lacy bodysuits a rather too-close inspection.

=========

Adhi and I stood facing each other in the changing room. It was a little stuffy down the end of the corridor, so we’d taken off our coats when we came in. I was still holding the cute little pastel box, containing the seductive ring.

“OK, Maestro, you’re up!” Adhi declared with a grin. “Show us what you’ve got!” 

“Me?! No fucking way!! You... you go first!” I fired back. I pushed the box into her chest. I’d done plenty of naughty things in my time, but somehow I was out of my depth here. 

“You sure about that?” Adhi challenged. “You were so ready to get your pants down with your new fuck-buddy Jackson, I thought you’d be gagging for a blow off!”

What the hell?! Adhi was goading me now. She was too fast, too sharp for me today. “You bloody bastard,” was all I could manage.  I reached for the door. 

“OK, OK, wait,” she said, laughing, putting her hand on mine.  “Calm down, I was just kidding. Honestly, you looked so cute when you were checking her out. You’re a classic, she’d be lucky to have you.” I looked at her. Everything about her was so genuine, so kind, so natural. I couldn’t be angry with her.

“Gimme that,” she demanded, and took the pastel box out of my hand.  “Lets see what you got, little boy?” she spoke to the ring as she put it on her finger. She undid her belt and the buttons of her jeans, and shimmied them down a bit over her butt. I could see she had a pair of simple white panties on, and I couldn’t help but notice how they contrasted very nicely with her chocolate skin. Perhaps I stared just a bit too long.

“Like what you see, Hot Stuff?” she queried with a grin. Adhi and I had seen each other in leotards at yoga and in bikinis plenty of times. We’d even seen each other naked in the change room at the pool now and then, but this was different.  I was flustered.

“I’ll give you my best slutty performance,” she declared, and without any more hesitation, she turned the ring on and slipped her hand inside her panties. I watched, absolutely mesmerised, as she moved her fingers around a little. I guess she was finding the best place to position it, and with a start, I pictured Adhi’s brown fingers on her pink snatch. Was this really happening? I looked up at her face, and she was smiling coyly at me, eyebrows raised, a sort of 'I double-dare you' look. As I watched, she twitched and gasped.

“Oooh yeah, right there.  Right there, honey,” she cooed in her best porn star voice, with a big grin.

“Oh, Adhi, you’re a shocker,” I snorted.

“Honestly,” she said more seriously, “It’s pretty good. I’m feeling pretty bloody good right now. Not super turned on, but just a little - what did Jackson say? - 'enhanced'. Like I could go back to work and drift on through the afternoon.” She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, and put one foot up on the little seat. To be honest, she looked pretty hot. I noticed how quiet everything had become. 

Suddenly, the moment was over. She pulled her hand out of her knickers and hitched up her pants. Wickedly, she held her fingers under her nose and took a noisy sniff. 

“OK,” she laughed, “you should’ve gone first!  But now it’s really your turn."

“Adhi, I dunno if I want...,” I began, but she cut me off gently.

“Oh come on, Kate, it’s just a bit of fun on a Friday afternoon. I did it. It feels nice.”  She took the ring off her finger, grabbed my hand, and pushed it on.

Even though I wasn’t feeling enthusiastic, I knew it had been a tough day for Adhi. And she looked so keen, like she wanted us to share this little naughty secret.  I’d done plenty of crazier things. And she definitely looked like she had been enjoying herself when she had her hand down her pants. So what the heck, right?

“Ok, Ok," I smiled, “but I’m not doing the porno voice.”  I undid my belt and the top button of my jeans, and unzipped my fly. It sounded incredibly loud in the little changing room. I noticed my heartbeat had gone up a notch. But I was cool with this, right? Right?

“How does it turn on again?” I asked her, and she reached over and slightly rotated the small flat disk on the ring that was now positioned over my fingernail. A soft humming began, and I could feel the gentle vibrations down my finger and across the back of my hand. Instantly, I felt my pussy twitch. God, you really can’t hide anything from your pussy, can you?

“Here, you need to turn it around,” Adhi explained, and twisted the ring so the humming disk side was over my fingerprint.  “Now, just pop that down on your… well, you know," she chuckled. 

She smiled at me, her big, kind smile that meant everything was going to be fine. I loved that smile so much. It changed everything. My doubts evaporated, and whatever I thought was dubious with what we were doing also disappeared.

I slid my hand with the little vibrating disk on my middle finger, inside my knickers, and gently pressed my finger into the top of my snatch.  My labia parted easily - I was more aroused by Jackson’s green eyes than I realised - and the disk came to rest on my clit. Immediately, a wonderful sensation began spreading across my hips and down my thighs. Oh yeah, this was lovely!!  Not too intense, just a beautiful, sexy warmth. My arse tingled with pleasure, getting in on the show.  I shifted my weight so I could open my legs a little more, and I ran the tiny buzzer down and back up my wet lips. I breathed in deeply. Mmmm-mmm, this was delicious!

A yearning started somewhere deep inside me, but like Jackson had explained, this soft vibration was unlikely to get me off by itself. It was like a delicate little entree - very tasty, but not enough to satisfy my hunger on its own. A pretty ingenious teasing little device indeed!

Adhi was watching me, of course, her eyes bright with expectation. 

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Ummm, yes, you’re right, it’s lovely,” I responded.  I wasn’t sure how much detail I should offer. 

“Relax, Kate," she encouraged, “Close your eyes if you want."

Why not?  There was only the stupid project to go back to. What was the rush?  Old Fuck Face could wait. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall of the little changing room. The vibration on my clit kept going, and I found myself slowly circling my finger around my moist bud, craving more. With my free hand, I reached up and cupped my breast, pressing against the fabric of my shirt. This was really nice; more than nice. I breathed in deeply again and let out a long, contented sigh. 

And then.

And then I felt Adhi’s palm across the back of my hand in my knickers, and her fingers on my cunt. My eyes shot open, and I stared straight into her eyes; her warm, smiling, kind eyes. She was grinning, and she had one finger across her lips in a silent “Shhhh”.  

As I kept staring, I could feel her fingers exploring my snatch, and then, she slipped two fingers gently inside me.  I gasped. Oh God, it was amazing. She absolutely knew what she was doing down there. I’d never been touched like that. My pussy melted around her fingers, and I pressed my own humming finger harder against my clit, as my pleasure grew stronger. She was drawing lazy patterns inside me, reaching in for my G-spot, and I was dripping wet, soaking my knickers. 

Meanwhile, my brain was doing somersaults. My best mate was fingering me in a changing room at Ann Summers on a Friday afternoon. What the fuck??!! Of course, I had admired Adhi’s beauty many times - she was stunning - but I had never felt like getting hot and sweaty with her. I didn’t even know she liked girls in that way.  She was married and had two sweet kids. And yet.

And yet...

As if she could read my mind, she leaned her face towards me and whispered in my ear. 

“It’s ok, Babe, it’s me.” Her breath was warm in my ear.  Over the years, she had called me everything from Idiot to Hot Stuff, but never, ever had she called me Babe. 

“It’s me,” she repeated, “me inside you, Babe”.  Her fingers were still swirling gently in my core, getting a little faster, a little firmer, and my hips were rolling back and forth in time with her rhythm. I was now completely gone for all money, overwhelmed with longing. I could feel my orgasm building, slowly and inexorably. My breath quickened, but I was in no hurry - I wanted this incredible moment with Adhi to last. 

I turned my face to hers, and her lips softly touched mine. I smelt her sweet breath and, without thinking, I let my tongue lick her lips gently. She responded with her tongue, and soon we were pashing deeply. Her mouth was warm and wet. Still, I pressed our new little friend against my clit, and Adhi’s fingers continued to work their magic. My belly tightened as my pleasure mounted, and I broke our kiss, gasping.

“Oh God, Adhi. Oh God,” was all I could manage, as I rounded the final bend. As my legs went wobbly, I reached out and put my spare hand on her shoulder. She leaned her face out a bit, still smiling, her white teeth bright in her brown face, her dark eyes alight with delight as she watched me teetering on the edge. We weren’t stopping now.

“Come for me, Babe,” she whispered.  “Show me”.

It wasn’t a command; it was an offer. 

My orgasm washed over me; through me; through us. I felt it pulse out from my pussy, from our fingers, across my hips, down my thighs, and up to my boobs. My nipples hardened, my neck tightened, and I tilted my head back as I moaned and shook. It wasn’t a real biggie, but it was warm, long, and oh-so soulful.  Sweet magic in the little changing room at Ann Summers.

We took our fingers out of my soaked knickers, and I sagged back against the wall, panting a little. Adhi leaned in to support me a bit, our breasts pressed together. She kissed me softly once more, whispering again, but I couldn’t make out what she said; my heart was still thumping.

“What did you say?” I asked.

She turned away from me, her hair falling across her face. Fumbling with her pants, she spoke out clearly - it was almost loud in the little room. 

“I said," she began, and turned back to me, “I said - I have wanted this moment forever. With you, Kate. Only you.”  Her eyes told the truth of her words - she had wrenched them from deep in her heart. Were those tears I could see?  Then, before I could respond, she grabbed her coat off the hook and slipped out.

I zipped up and sat down on the little stool. I took the ring off my finger and put it back in the cute little box. My pussy was still throbbing, and I realised the changing room reeked of my sex. Holy shit - now what? 

No one had ever said those words to me, ever touched me like that. I had no idea she saw me like that; wanted me like that. Those times at the pool, naked and toweling off, slipping on our underwear and chatting, chatting. Was she drooling over me?  

A decision came clearly to me. I stood up purposefully, took my jacket, and walked out to the bright shop.  Sexy bras and panties still hung on the racks, dildos still proudly stood up on the display shelves. But everything else - everything - had changed.

Adhi was standing at the checkout counter, with hot little Jackson in her crop top, smiling at her.

“So, ladies, how was that?” Jackson asked, with a conspiratorial raise of an eyebrow. Adhi was staring straight at her, too scared to look at me.

“Oh yeah, really great thanks,” I replied brightly, “we loved it. We’ll take two.”

I put the cute box on the counter, turned to Adhi, slipped my hand into hers, and added, smiling, “Won’t we - Babe?”