Rewriting Her Story Ch. 01

"What do you think of this one?" Mya asks, checking herself out in the mirror. She twirls in a circle, admiring the way the skirt she is trying on hugs her curves. The slits on both sides stopping just high enough to be sexy without being trashy.

"It is a bit revealing... and bright." Cori, her best friend, shakes her head at the blue butterfly skirt Mya is wearing.

"I'm gonna get it!" Mya exclaims. She takes one more twirl and heads back to the dressing room. "Is there anything else you need for your cruise, Cor?"

"I think I'm good." She takes a quick look at her list. "Yeah, I got it all." Mya comes out of the dressing room; the blue butterfly skirt draped over her arm. "Are you seriously getting that?" Cori gestures at the skirt. "Where are you even going to wear that?" If there was ever one thing that Mya and Cori disagreed on, it was fashion.

At 20 years old, Cori was a pretty young lady, slightly heavy with very large watermelon sized breasts. Today she is dressed in her usual attire, an oversized shirt over a pair of leggings. Her large brown eyes sparkle against her slightly tanned skin. Her long brown, curly hair pulled into a tight bun. Cori is happy in her life so far. She goes to community college and is loved by the parents and children at the daycare where she works.

Mya recently turned 18 and graduated high school with honors last month. She had been accepted into a good school and was leaving for college soon. Always more of a free spirit, her style was ever changing. Today, while shopping for Cori's cruise, Mya has on a large purple, plastic headband holding her long, dirty blonde hair out of her hazel eyes, as it flows freely down her pale white shoulders. On the curvier side herself, her purple tank top hugs her body, allowing a respectable amount of cleavage from her C cup breasts. The wide leg jeans she is wearing giving off major skater girl vibes.

They pay for their items and head out. "I still can't believe my mom is trusting you to house sit." Cori says over the music. She checks the rearview mirror and pulls out of the parking space and set off towards home.

"Mom loves me! You know that." She smiles genuinely. "What am I gonna do? Throw a party? Invite a boy over." Mya rolls her eyes. "My best friend is leaving me for a week, and I am painfully single. I am most likely just going to eat ice cream and watch sappy movies on your couch." She laughs openly.

A few days later, Cori and her family left for their cruise. Mya showed up early to see them off and move in for the week. She had known Cori's family since she was little and had basically grown up here. Jasmine, the family dog, a loveable black lab seemed content to watch the family leave, barely lifting her head off the couch as they hustled and bustled about. Mya puts her stuff in Cori's room and makes a list of all the stuff she will need for the week. She goes to get dressed, putting on a white tank top and the blue butterfly skirt with the high slits. Applying a small amount of makeup, she ties her hair in a loose ponytail, slides on a pair of flip flops and heads to the store.

Mya has worked at the only grocery store in their small town for about a year and was planning on working there until she left for school. Her boss, Ned, even offered to let her work whenever she came home for breaks. She liked her boss. He was a gruff hard ass, but she had worked hard and earned his respect. With only about 20 people who worked there, they all got along reasonably well, and had become a pretty close-knit group. She was especially fond of Alan, a slightly older guy who she had become friends with and had developed quite the crush on.

She knew he would be there. He was always there on Wednesdays. She walks slowly around the small store and picks up the few items she needs. She doesn't see Alan anywhere. She sets her basket down inside the small office and heads down the hall to the back room. As she rounds the corner, she sees him sitting at the small break table. "Hey!" She calls out as she walks over to him.

Alan runs a hand through his black hair and straightens his glasses as he looks up. "What are you doing here?" He asks. Mya sees his blue eyes widen as he looks at her, a small smile appears on his face as she stops at the end of the table.

"Just picking up a few things." She blushes slightly as she feels his eyes roaming over her. "I'm house sitting this week."

"Aren't you going to be lonely? Want me to come over and keep you company?" Alan asks flirtatiously.

Mya slaps Allen's chest playfully. "You wish."

"What are you wearing?" He reaches out, his fingers gently grazing the silky fabric of the skirt.

She turns slowly in a circle. "You like it?"

When her back is to him, Alan reaches out and takes hold of Mya's hips, gently guiding her to sit on his lap. "I really do." He whispers in her ear.

This had never happened before. They had flirted a lot. Mya especially trying to be around him whenever she could. In fact, she thought she mostly just annoyed him. They had never had any real physical contact. Now she is sitting on his lap. She can feel his cock beneath her, his hands still on her hips. "I can tell." She giggles, the warmth of his breath tickling her ear.

Mya starts to slowly move her hips, purposefully teasing him. Alan's hands push her hips down, guiding her movements. She can feel him grow harder against her which only fuels Mya's growing desire. Alan's hand starts to slowly move up her side, when 2 of their coworkers, Stacey and Bob, suddenly walk around the corner. He quickly moves his hand back down to her hip.

Mya jumps when she sees the newcomers and tries to move to the chair next to Alan, but he holds her on his lap. She puts her elbow on the table and pretends she is just looking at the magazine that Alan had on the table. She looks up at them as she flips the page. "Hi." She says a little too brightly,

"Hey guys." Bob says with a confused look on his face. He ushers Stacey to the seat by the wall at the break table, taking the seat next to her and across from Alan and Mya. "What's going on?" He asks.

Alan smiles a Bob. "Nothing man. What's up with you?" He says nonchalantly. His left hand finds the slit on Mya's skirt, easily sliding between the silk and the soft flesh of her bare skin. He traces a small slow circle on Mya's inner thigh, sending a shiver throughout her body. She feels her nipples grow harder against the cotton of her bra.

She knows that they must be poking through her shirt a bit, because Bob's eyes are fixated on her chest. Stacey, meanwhile, is staring daggers at them as she unwraps the sandwich she brought for lunch. "You're such a slut." She whispers under her breath as she lowers her gaze to the table.

Bob shakes his head, breaking his trance on Mya's breasts. "Don't start shit Stacey." He looks at her with a mix of annoyance and longing. It was well known to everyone but Stacey, that Bob was in love with her. He looks back at Alan, questioning him with his eyes. Alan meets his gaze easily, a small smile on his face.

"What are you even doing here?" Stacey hisses from the corner.

Mya rolls her eyes. She knows that Stacey and Alan had gone out for a few weeks awhile back. Everyone at the store thought they seemed like an odd pair. Alan was 5 years older than both Stacey and Mya. But the age difference seemed bigger with Stacey. She was very pretty, with long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a figure that could best be described as voluptuous. But she was the cliché good girl. The eternal virgin. Alan was a 23-year-old guy. He liked video games, smoking pot and was working to move out of his parents' house. So, it never seemed like it was serious from Mya's perspective. But Stacey seemed to take it hard when they stopped seeing each other.

"Just picking up a few things. Thought I would pop back and see who was here." Mya answers, not really looking at Stacey. Alan's hand continues its pursuit up her thigh, his pinky teasing the hem of her panties along her bikini line. She feels the color rising on her cheeks. She shifts a little on his lap, enjoying the feel of his erection on her ass.

"Alan to register 3 please. Alan to register 3." Ned calls over the loudspeaker.

He quickly looks at Bob, urging him with his eyes. "Dude, you go."

"No way! He called you; I'm on break." Bob replies with a smug smile. "You're just back here fucking around."

Mya moves to the chair next to him. Alan stands up, tries to subtly adjust himself and looks down at Mya. "I'll be right back." He walks away quickly, taking a quick look over his shoulder at her before he turns the corner.

Mya sits there for a minute flipping the pages of the magazine in front of her. She looks up at Bob and Stacey. Obviously, there was no reason to try to talk to Stacey and she and Bob had never really got along. "Well... I'm gonna go." She stands up to leave. She watches Bob's eyes widen as he looks at her skirt. His eyes roaming over her body unabashedly. "See something you like Bob?" She looks down at him a contemptuous look on her face. She smiles when she sees him blush and quickly look away.

"You know Alan is only flirting with you because he thinks you will sleep with him, right?" Stacey suddenly blurts out as Mya is walking away.

"He went out with you, didn't he?" Mya quips back as she leaves. While she may have sounded confident, Stacey's words had stung a little. Everything had happened so quickly back there. She really hadn't had time to process it all yet. She practically ran out of the store, ignoring Alan as he called out to her.

Later that evening, Mya runs a bath in the luxurious master bathroom at Cori's house. Her parent's had recently renovated the house, and the giant bathtub was the coup de grace if you were to ask Mya. She slowly strips out of her clothes, a small shiver goes up her spine as the silky skirt slides down her leg, she remembers how easily Alan's hand had slid inside the slit of the skirt. How his rough fingers had gently traced up her thigh.

She turns off the water and slips into the tub. Relishing the warmth of the water, she sinks down and allows her mind to wander. Again, her thoughts turn to Alan. What would have happened if Stacey and Bob hadn't shown up? How far would she have let him go? Probably not too far. they were at work after all. But she imagines that his hand actually had reached inside her panties. That the finger currently rubbing her clit was his and not hers. She pinches her nipple remembering how hard her nipples were pushing against the soft cotton of her bra. How his hand had started to move up her side. Her fingers rub harder, her legs beginning to shake as she feels the orgasm building quickly. A soft moan escapes her lips as she plunges her first 2 fingers deep inside herself. The water splashes against her face as she grinds against her fingers, crying out as her orgasm crashes over her. She squeezes her legs together as she continues to thrust her fingers deep inside her pussy. As the last remnants of her orgasm fades, Mya ducks her head under the water, wiping away the sweat from the heat of the bath and from her self-exploration.