Girl's Night Out
Keywords: Out, Girl's, Night,
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"By Brett Lynn with BrownCuriousity"
"Damn, I'm running late."
Liyah looked at the time on her cell phone with a bit of disgust, then lifted her trucker cap and smoothed down her long, straight jet-black hair. Adjusting the hat and accompanying sunglasses to her comfort, she slipped her cell back in her purse and walked up the last step of the Astor Place train stop. She dressed casually, yet trendy as would befit both her looks and the neighborhood. Her baby t-shirt looked even smaller than it was with her long, lean torso, and the fact she had D-cup breasts would have made her shirt seem downright slutty on an extrovert. In actuality, Liyah was shy and reserved. She just didn't mind the extra bit of attention she received nowadays. Always considered somewhat of an "ugly duckling" during the teen years, she was enjoying her new found beauty.
In a concession to the warm weather, she wore a pair of short shorts on her narrow hips that showed off her long caramel legs as she walked over to the restaurant. She was careful not to wear them too short, lest people get to know her *too* well.
Glancing up through her shades, she noticed the place coming up ahead. It was a regular spot for her and her friend Nikki for their regular hangout sessions. Walking across the street to her destination, she brushed off the attention paid to her legs and glided into the restaurant.
"Hello, how are you doing today?" the greeter asked with a pleasant smile.
"Oh, nothing," Liyah said. "Do you perchance know if someone named Nicole has arrived yet? I'm supposed to meet her here."
"No, I don't think so." The greeter shrugged.
"Oh, ok. Could you get me a table for two, and guide her over here when she does?"
"Sure, ma'am. Just a moment."
"Figures she'd be late," she muttered to herself as the greeter guided her over to a table for two by the front. "At least I'll be able to see her coming from this spot."
She sat down in the chair pulled out for her, crossed her long legs and doffed her hat and sunglasses. Ordering a Corona with lime as she waited, she thought about how close they were growing up. Nicole, or "Nikki" always had this habit of being the wild one while Liyah was always the quiet one. Nonetheless, since they met each other back when they were eight in grade school, they were like siblings. Back then when Liyah was Omar, they were like Brother and Sister. "Now we're BOTH sisters," Liyah thought with a smirk.
Batting her almond-shaped eyes that were reflective of her Jamaican -Chinese roots, she looked out across the street to see Nikki coming, scrambling across the street. "Oh, there she is," Liyah said to no one as her beer arrived. "I hope she at least remembered her money."
Nikki walked into the restaurant fluffing her voluminous curly fro. Her large brown eyes sparkled as she looked for her friend. Her big silver earrings brushed against her shoulders as she turned her head to and fro looking for Liyah. "Bitch had BETTER be here..." Nikki had to admit that she really didn't know what to look for. It had been a few years since the last time she saw her childhood friend, and back then Liyah was Omar. She had only seen pictures of her friend as a girl but she knew pictures weren't always true to life. Nikki was the type to play things fast and loose with no worries, but she had to admit she was kind of nervous when she spotted the small-framed long haired beauty sitting close to the front of the restaurant. She adjusted her tight red wifebeater fully aware that the puffy nipples of her breasts (the size of large oranges) were protruding and straining against the fabric. Her obscenely short denim skirt did nothing to hide her thick thighs as they hugged her round honey complexioned ass. She walked over gingerly in her 80's style red pumps as her various bangles and jewelry jangled.
She stood behind Liyah and cleared her throat. Immediately her friend turned around and beamed. Nikki couldn't believe it. He...uh, she was downright beautiful. Her old friend Omar had always been the skinny kid and he hated it, but his small frame looked so natural as a woman. Long legs and torso, striking features. Liyah could be a model. Liyah stood up and hugged her friend tightly, "It's about time!"
"Oh please," Nikki said when they broke apart, "You know you probably just got here your damned self...look at you..." Nikki said holding her friend's arm up and away from her body to spin her around, "Is that why you call yourself 'Liyah'? Because you look like Aaliyah?" He reminded Nikki of like late singer Aaliyah in her prime, only Liyah had huge breasts, which had to be a strain on her nearly tiny frame. The pictures she saw of her friend did not do any justice. They must've been taken in the very beginning stages of Liyah's transformation.
Liyah shrugged as she sat down, "I took the hint from everyone who kept telling me I looked like her...so why not?"
Nikki laughed as she took a roll from off of the table, "Omar...I mean *Liyah*..." she smiled, "This is crazy. I can't believe this..." she beamed. "You're gorgeous..."
"And look at you?" Liyah said blushing, "I see you went natural. I like you with big curly hair anyway."
Nikki played with her metal studded leather wristband, "Yeah my style has changed since high school."
"Yeah but I bet your ass is still wild as hell right?" Liyah said shaking her head.
"And you weren't but you gotta be now, damn how short are those shorts," Nikki said peering at her friends smooth long legs.
"So what are we doing today?"
"Relax, I got everything planned out okay?"
"I AM relaxed," Liyah said sipping her water looking around for their server. "What do you gotta do to get service around here?"
"No you're not relaxed, you think I'm gonna flake on you and make you pay for everything. Well HA!" Nikki playfully pointed at her friend. "I've got a real afternoon and evening planned and you won't have to worry about a thing."
"Okay," Liyah laughed, "Your mom's Mastercard?" she raised an eyebrow.
"No!" Nikki scoffed, "Give me some credit Liyah."
Liyah rolled her eyes, "Oh okay I'm sorry. We both know you have no credit."
Nikki laughed as she threw a napkin at the girl, "It's not my mom's!"
Liyah arched a brow.
"It belongs to my new sugar daddy." She pulled the plastic out of her purse and laid it on the table.
Liyah cracked up with laughter, "I knew it! Who is he this time?"
"Some art dealer in SoHo. Freakin' rich...he's older but he knows I do my thing."
"Umm hmmm," Liyah said skeptically, "I bet you do your thing alright."
"Yep, after this we're going to the spa, and then shopping, and then we are going to club all night long while being driven around. And today is going to be just like those commercials..."
"What?"
"Priceless." Nikki said giving a sly smile.
"Mmmhmm," Liyah said, rolling her eyes. "Sure honey. Just like the time I caught you trying to fuck the star of the guys AND girls basketball team back in high school."
"Please, girlfriend. You see homegirl was one of the stars of the women's final four this year, so hush!" Nikki said with a laugh as Liyah's beer arrived. "Besides, I'm a whole lot of woman for just one."
"So what about the dude?"
"Well, dude was hung like a star. I know you'd want a taste of something like that."
Liyah raised her eyebrows as she took a sip of the beer, then awkwardly paused as she set it down, looking for the right words to say. "So, where do you wanna start first with the shopping?"
"Well, thanks to my latest sugar daddy, I got some hookups at some exclusive boutiques down in SoHo. Stuff that only stars and people with money have..."
"And old money-chasing cum-guzzling sluts like yourself have," Liyah said, playfully sticking out her tongue before taking another sip of her beer. Nikki glared at Liyah, shaking her fluffy hair, "He's not "old-money". He's "Euro-trash soho art gallery dealer money". She snapped her fingers, "New money bitch. Get it right."
"Well, excuse me..." Liyah said snapping her fingers in return. "Should I start singing your favorite Prince song?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I knew a girl named Nikki, yadda yadda yadda, sex fiend, blah blah blah," Nikki sang and they both laughed.
"Now, let's get something to eat. We have one hell of a day ahead of us. Waiter!" Nikki called out beckoning towards their server.
***
"So here it is," Nikki said, gesturing to the plain looking storefront. "I can tell by your reaction that you aren't impressed, but trust me, it's worth every penny."
Liyah looked at her friend, shrugged, then followed Nikki into the store. What the store lacked in ambiance, it more than made up for in clothes. It seemed like you couldn't swing a dead cat without finding a cute top or a nice skirt or a flattering pair of pants, and from the layout, swinging a dead cat would probably knock half the store over. The two old friends picked up handful after handful of new clothes, carefully avoiding the hipsters as they made their way through the aisles. A few of the customer's eyes lingered over the forms of the ladies, one catty female even rolling their eyes at the two.
The ladies made their way into the changing room, carelessly throwing their clothes onto the bench. Nikki had already tossed off her short skirt, and soon she was fluffing her large fluffy ringlets, posed in front of the mirror, swaying her hips from side to side as she showed off for herself.
"Hmm...let's see which of these clothes shows off my sexy body," Nikki seductively said as she bent over, letting her friend see her pantiless, hairless sex. "I know I wanna show it off."
"Yeah, I bet you do..." Liyah said trailing off, looking at the scene in front of her. "So, what do you wanna try on first?"
"Well, I think I wanna try these," Nikki said as she rummaged through the clothes there, digging out a pair of cream-colored capris that looked too narrow in the hips for her. "Let's see if this works..."
Nikki loosened up the belt on her skirt and tugged it down to the floor, showing her waxed-smooth sex in the mirror.
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Keywords: Out, Girl's, Night,