Going Out (Katy branch)

“People keep looking at me,” Katy said as they rummaged through clothes rails.

“That’s because you are hot,” whispered Amy. “Here, try these on. I’m going to get you some underwear.”

“Don’t I get to pick?”

“Nope. I’ve had to argue with you way too much about showing skin.  You will try to be boring and I’m not putting up with it. You will have  to deal with what I get you.” While she was serious, there was also a  little smile on her lips. Katy took a deep breath knowing that she  should just let herself be led by Amy.

Katy came out of the changing room to show Amy. “That’s great. We’ll take it,” said Amy.

“You’ve only picked out skirts and dresses. Don’t I get any trousers?” Katy protested.

Amy walked up to her,  “You just look so cute in those skirts and dresses. I don’t know why  you'd want boring trousers. I think you look prettier in girly things.”

She was standing quite close and pouting. Katy’s heart fluttered.  Something about this woman had such a strong effect on her. “Oh, okay,”  she relented. “But what about exercise?” she added.

“Good point. Try this on next and I’ll find you something.”

A little while later Katy looked in shock at the high-waisted but  otherwise small shorts and top that, at first seemed like a turtlenecked  t-shirt apart from the fact it only came a little bit below her perky  bust.

“Amy, I can’t wear this?” she argued as she stepped out of the cubicle.

“You can, you look so sexy,” Amy walked around her, checking her out. “Your butt looks so cute and you have this sexy flat tummy.” Amy ran her hand over Katy’s long, slender middle and Katy lost her desire  to argue. “I know it’s daring but isn’t it fun?” She whispered into  Katy’s ear and giggled.

Katy couldn’t fight against such persuasion. “Okay,” she said compliantly as she disappeared into the cubicle to get changed.

“Can I see your phone for a bit?” Amy asked through the curtain.

“Sure, why?”

“I want to check your contacts.”

Katy wasn’t sure why that was a thing but she had nothing to hide so she unlocked it and passed it out.

“Thanks, cutie.”

There was a moment of silence then Amy said, “You have a group chat for your class here.”

“That’s right.”

“Everyone’s talking about going out tonight.”

“I know.

“So, you should go.”

“I, I don’t know. I don’t have anyone to go with.”

“It doesn't matter. Everyone’s just meeting up at a pub. You can just turn up.”

Katy came out of the changing room back in the clothes she had worn leaving the salon. “I’m scared,” she admitted.

Katy found herself buried in Amy’s bosom again. “I understand but you need to face the fear,” Amy soothed. “You don’t have to stay for long. You can drive if you like  and then you have an excuse not to drink. Kitten needs to step out and  be seen. They will see you on Monday anyway.”

“But what do I tell them? Why do I look so different?”

“Just tell them that your stuff was getting shipped and hadn’t turned  up yet. You were embarrassed and that was why you were so quiet.”

It was a sound excuse but it still took some cajoling from Amy to get Katy to agree. Then, with more clothes than she'd disposed of, they headed home.

They organised Katy’s wardrobe and drawers and Amy surprised her with a bunch of makeup. Katy told her she had spent too much but Amy just shook her head. “We have loads of money and I told you. It was my  idea so it’s my money we are spending. Besides, I had fun. I like  spending time with you.”

“Me too,” said Katy and gave Amy a chaste kiss on the cheek which elicited an almighty smothering hug in return.

A couple of hours later Katy came down ready for her night out. She found Amy in the kitchen who gave her some words of encouragement and sent her on her way.

Peter got home as late as usual and asked, “Where’s Katy?”

“Kitten,” she corrected.

“What?”

“I call her Kitten now and she calls me Auntie Amy.”

“Do I have to call her Kitten too?” Peter asked, wrinkling his nose at the idea.

“Yes. We’ve been bonding and you aren’t going to spoil that for me,” Amy pouted.

Peter sighed, “Fine, where’s Kitten then?

“Out,” she said proudly.

“Huh, good. I take it you had something to do with it?”

“You bet I did. Oh, darling, just wait until you see her, she looks great. I took her shopping and we got her hair done.”

“Is this one of your projects?”

“Maybe,” Amy said, smiling mischievously.

Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m going to have a G and T. Do you want one?”

They were sitting in the living room watching television together when they heard a car following the door. Katy came in and Amy was already getting up to greet her.

“How did it go?” Amy asked.

“It went great,” said Katy ecstatically. “I made friends with some of  the girls and I spoke to some guys. I think one was trying to chat me  up but I don’t know he was probably just being friendly.”

The two women screamed at each other.

“He was definitely chatting you up,” said Amy. “Just look at you. Doesn't she look beautiful?” she asked Peter.

Peter had been staring  in shock at the transformation of his friend's daughter. A day ago he  was looking at a sweet but plain and bookish girl and now he was looking  at a vibrant, attractive young woman. He had noticed her long legs and  the way her skirt hung off her cute little bottom. He saw the way her  top clung to her delicately feminine frame and showed the curve of her  small but noticeable breasts. Her face, once hidden and juvenile now  seemed womanly and alluring. She still seemed a little timid but that  was one small flaw on a gorgeous creature.

He felt guilty for checking her out as Amy spoke to him and made him stumble over his words as he uttered his  agreement in as respectable a way as he could. He wasn’t sure but he  thought that he spotted Amy giving him a side-eyed smile. The girls went back to their chat and regular hugging.

He didn’t mean to, he couldn’t help it. It was the way they were  holding each other. He imagined them together. In his mind’s eye Amy was sliding her hand down Katy’s slender back to grab ahold of her  little bum with her immaculately painted nailed fingers while the eager  young woman pulled one of Amy’s large breasts to her mouth and sucked the nipple.

He crossed his legs to hide his erection. For months, nothing and now  he gets one and he can’t tell anyone about it. He excused himself and  dashed to the bathroom but it was too late. It had gone. He leaned  against the sink in frustration unsure of what, if anything, to do about  what just happened.