I was in a mall. It wasn’t the Smithaven mall, but I knew it like the back of my hand. I was walking around it near closing time, attempting to find a third job. I was turning in applications in a bank, then I began to leave. I found Tom, and he pulled me tightly into his arms, the way he did when we first saw eachother each time we hung out. At first I thought he was just being nice, but then he kissed the top of my head. I asked him what he was doing. I asked him why, when I thought he didn’t want this with me. He didn’t say anything as he tilted my chin up with his hand. I didn’t object when he kissed me.

I was walking around the parking lot with a girl. We were holding hands and being incredably flirtatious. I ended up sitting on her lap and making out with her. Things started getting serious, and her hands moved to my breasts. Confused since I had never done anything like it before, I brought my hands to hers. Apparently I wasn’t doing a very good job because she asked, “Have you ever groped someone before?” I couldn’t hear her so I made her repeat the question. She then explained to me what I should be doing, and I complied. That’s when an older man came over to where we were sitting, since we were out in the open. I noticed her friend, and the three of us giggled. “Oh shit!” the girl said, and I felt a burst of wetness in my hand. She was lactating, for who knows what reason. There was no avoiding it, the man saw. The three of us took off at a run, screaming and laughing.

I went in a different direction than the other two girls, weaving my way around until I found Tom. He pulled me close and I stayed content in his arms while we talked with his friends. The girls wandered up. I looked at her as she looked back at me. Tom kissed my check, and I looked away to hide in his shoulder.