Miss-step

Ashley slurps up the last of her shake and throws the cup away. Samantha and I are already waiting at the door for her.

"Okay, let's go!" Ashley gives us both a big thumbs up.

The Shoe Store is just next door to us which makes the pocket ride not as horrible as usual. It's actually bearable now.

While the short walk is nice, I think back on what Ashley said about Samantha earlier. How she's sensitive and I probably should have taken her feelings into consideration back then. There's a lot of things I should have taken into consideration before jumping to conclusion or making assumptions. I can't fix the past though and can only look towards the future.

"Aw, shit," Ashley says with distaste.

"Oh, no." Samantha also adds.

I pop my head Out of the pocket to see what the problem is. "What is it?"

Ashley points at a sign next to the entrance. "No tinies allowed. In pockets or collared."

A spark of fire starts a flame inside me when the word collared is in bold letters. "That motherfu!-"

"We don't have to go in," Samantha says.

"No way! There's a pair of shoes you've been dying to buy!" Ashley exclaims, throwing her hands up. "You've told me over and over again that you can't find those shoes anywhere else!"

"Yeah, but I'd rather not give people money who don't treat others equally," Samantha responds, crossing her arms under her chest.

I look up at Samantha. She doesn't want to go in but I can see the disappointment on her face. She wants these shoes and it's my fault she can't go in and buy them.

"Why don't you leave me with Ashley and we can wait for you?" I say like it's that simple.

Ashley shakes her head. "That could work if I didn't want to go in either."

Of course, it's not that simple.

"What about if-" Samantha is quickly cut off by Ashley.

"Luckily I have an idea!" She jams a finger up in the air.

Both of us get a nervous look. Knowing Ashley for a short amount of time, this probably is going to be an interesting idea.

She then brings that same finger down on Samantha. With stars in her eyes and a gleeful voice, Ashley announces her plan. "Just put her in between your boobs!"

It takes us both a second or two to realize what Ashley's grand plan is. I'm baffled and Samantha shows it, her face beat red and glowing. "WHAT!!! Ashley, we can't do that!"

Ashley gestures to herself. "We can't, but you can."

Sam pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing. "Ashley, you have some good plans and you also have bad plans, but this one? This is-"

"Great!?"

"Stupid," I growl. I hate the idea as much as Samantha does and I'm not afraid to show it. "I'm sure we can come up with a better idea."

Ashley throws her head back and bends her back, groaning loudly. "Fiiine!!!"

Someone a bit of a drama queen.

"Let's trade-off." Samantha says.

Now that's a plan I can get behind.

"I like that plan a lot better than the bra plan," I say.

Ashley snorts. "Have she ever gone shopping with you? Caesar, never let Samantha go to a shoe store unless there's someone there to drag her out."

Samantha quickly defends herself by taking a jab at Ashley herself. "Oh, you're one to talk, little miss 'I'm going to spend two hours in a store and buy nothing'."

"It's hard for this girl to make up her mind, okay!" Ashley's talking about herself if you didn't figure that out.

I look around to see that a few people are batting their eyes at us. Well, more specifically, Samantha and Ashley. Their bickering is causing a scene.

"Guys, calm down," I say, but neither of them are listening. "Guys!"

"You've got an addiction to shoe shopping!" Ashley exclaims.

"You waste too much time!" Samantha yells back.

"And you...."

The arguing is getting on my last nerve and I'm about to blow a fuse. These two might be best friends, but they sure know how to fight like siblings.

"Would you two just shut up!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Gods, you two are more annoying to two rats fighting over a scrap of food."

Samantha shuts her mouth first and Ashley follows soon after. They are waiting for me to say something again. At least I have their attention now.

"Look," I say, irritated. "I'm not one hundred percent on board with Ashley's plan and you both take too much time shopping by yourselves apparently, so I'm just going to say it. I don't care how you do it as long as it gets done, okay?"

"Okay," Samantha says shy filled.

"Yep," Ashley responds more lively. The opposite of Samantha.

I see why these two could clash every now and then. they're completely opposite of each other. Ashley is more like me; she's blunt and honest with people and has this carefree attitude with any situation. She doesn't seem connected to her emotions or hardly shows them unless she needs to.

Samantha is more a show don't tell kind of person. She doesn't hide her emotions. She lets people know how she's feeling or she shows it whether it's in her body language or on her face.

"Let's go with my idea since it's simple and we won't waste time," Ashley says. She's so dead set on this damn plan. "Plus it's a good reminder not to take too long."

I raise a brow. I never thought of it like that. I guess her plan isn't completely stupid.

"Are... are you sure?" Samantha responds worryingly. "I don't know how comfortable Caesar feels about this."

I shrug. "I don't care."

Samantha becomes a little red-faced and tugs on the collar of her shirt, gulping. "I... I don't..."

"If you don't want to do it, Samantha then I will." Ashley volunteers. "But I think it'd be better if it were you and Caesar since she is your tiny and she's more comfortable with you."

"She makes a good point," I add. "No offense, Ashley, but I don't trust you completely yet."

"None taken." Ashley responds nonchalantly.

Samantha sighs in defeat. "Okay, we'll be back."

"Got it! I'll be in the store waiting!"

Samantha walks away to find a bathroom. It doesn't take long since there's one right next to the ice cream shop and the shoe store.

Samantha picks the farthest stall and locks herself inside. I can hear her heart picking up speed. She must be nervous to do this. I'm not excited about this either, because I've done this before and it's not something I'd recommend so quickly. Especially if it's older women. A young mother with three kids isn't fun either.

Samantha plucks me out of her pocket and sets me down on her hand. She actually looks scared to do this.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly.

"I don't... I don't think I can do this." Her lips quiver as she speaks.

I stand up. "Yes, you can. I've done this before, it's not my favorite experience, but I've done it. I'll help you through it."

Samantha nods. "Okay."

"We'll take it one step at a time."

"Okay."

I smile softly and tell her to take a deep breath and pull her shirt open.

Samantha does as I'm told. There's a bigger gap between her neck and the collar of her shirt.

"Now slide me in," I say.

She brings me closer and lowers me to chest level.

Now it's my turn to take a deep breath. Gods, this is going to be the death of me. "Okay, Okay, Okay. You can do this."

I step off and let my foot sink between the skin. Samantha gasps loudly. I freeze, waiting to see if she'll pull away.

"Sorry. Keep..." Samantha swallows hard. She's nervous of course. "Keeping going. I'm good."

Now that I have the go ahead, I take another step and let my other foot sink in as well. Okay, almost done. I get as close as I can to the crest where her sternum is.

"You're going to have to push me in the rest of the way," I say loud and clear. "Be gentle."

I can feel her gulp and it's weird. Two fingers push down on my shoulders and I slip into the crevis of her chest. I can hear her heart beating out of control. My own heart is doing the same thing so I'm not going to be a hypocrite.

I'm swallowed up by the soft skin. Darkness surrounds me now. For the next hour maybe, I'll be stuck here in this fleshy pillow prison until Samantha and Ashley leave the store. Should I be complaining? I don't know. but I'll find out soon enough.

"This... this is really... weird." Samantha sputters.

I can agree with that, but I can't really voice my opinion when in a tight spot.

"I'm not... suffocating you, am I?" Samantha asks shyly.

"No... I'm... I'm good." I say in a strained voice. "It's a little cramped though."

Samantha flinches. "I'm sorry."

I mentally scold myself for being to so dense and forgetful. How could I have forgotten that Samantha is sensitive about her size. We literally had a talk about this already.

Samantha brushes off my mistake and slowly leaves the bathroom stall. She must feel the awkward friction between the two of us and takes it slow. I'm bothered by it of course, but I care about Samantha more. She doesn't need to look suspicious when entering the store or they may catch us.

So I tell her to relax and go at a normal pace. Samantha stops and takes a few deep inhales before walking. She goes at her normal, somewhat brisk, pace.

The door chimes and a beat or two of silence fills the shoe store. Samantha exhales and walks towards the back to find Ashley.

"How did everything go?" I hear Ashley finally. Good, Samantha found her.

I can feel Samantha tense and I don't know the reason, but it causes her breasts to push together. "It was... awkward."

"Don't worry." Ashley tells her best friend. "We'll be quick."

I hope that's not a lie.