Ember

The Cozy Ghost was, according to Amy, a casual goth lifestyle store. Granted, I only understood half of those words because I was researching the stores for the mall and the commercial area I was planning around there, but she seemed to like it.

She hadn't really bought any clothes this time, apparently, her mom blew up at her after our last shopping trip, and that was only some thigh-high socks and a black mini-skirt. Still, we didn't leave the store empty-handed. Amy now had a new favourite purse, a small black leather piece with a skull latch. The accents were all made of silver, but her favourite part was that she could turn it into a cute little backpack.

Still, it was late, and we hadn't really had time to sit around. And unlike me, Amy couldn't heal herself. I offered, but instead, she decided to have me pick her up and carry her around on my back along the shore. We watched the sunset for a while Amy occasionally sipping on her cold-brew as she rested her chin on my head.

"So, which way was it to Jane's?"

Amy perked up, "That way!" she pointed, "Onwards!"

I laughed as I floated into the air above the crowd, "Sure thing princess." I snarked before launching the two of us through the air, zipping over rooftops as Amy cuddled in closer pulling her hood up and pushing her had behind mine to hide from the wind. I saw the tasteful sign proclaiming 'Mary Jane's' not long after I took off.

We touched down outside the store.

Mary Jane's apparently started as a boutique shoe store, selling shoes from small businesses, including the owner's own designs. Mary Jane's Mary Janes still took pride of place in the store-front window.

But as we entered the store, it quickly became clear that they had long since diversified. I followed Amy as she looked at various accessories, including bags, jackets, belts and other leather goods in addition to several jewelry displays.

"Hey James! Check this out!" She held up a fine silver chain, "They started doing custom necklaces and bracelets! Check it out!"

She was standing next to a station looking at the various designs of chains on the rolls as the attendant started showing her various pendants. I walked up behind her and picked up the demo piece she was looking at pulling it tight against her throat. She froze, and blushed as she leaned back against me and stared as the small star and moon pendant bounced as she swallowed.

I leant down and whispered in her ear, "Doesn't that lock look nice."

Her face flushed, reaching out to pick out the little crystal studded heart shaped lock pendant.

The attendant laughed, "She's cute isn't she." She asked me, "You know, my girlfriend is like that, she really liked these."

She pointed at one of the clasps on the chart, "It's a breakaway fastener. It's a bit more expensive, but it helps keep things safe when you get a little more…" She looked at Amy who had retreated into her hood at this point, "handsy."

I looked down at her, "What do you think princess? Do you want it."

She writhed a little next to me, but she eventually answer, a quiet "yes" that both I and the attendant heard despite the quiet chatter of the other patrons.

After a moment, Amy picked out her necklaces, and looked up at me, "Umm… can you wait here for a bit?"

I paused, confused for a moment, before I was interrupted by the attendant calling out to one of the others in the staff, a mousey looking brunette with light makeup. "April, could you help her out please?"

The other attendant nodded, before leading Amy through a set of curtains in the back of the store. I stood there for a moment before the attendant pulled me over to one side. "Halcyon."

"Umm…" I looked at her for a name tag, but came up blank, "Yes, miss?"

"I've heard your a nice guy, but Amy's been coming here for years, and while it's nice to see that she finally brought someone here, but you better not hurt her, you hear me!"

I nodded my head quickly, stepping away from the stern attendant as she got up in my face, "Yes, of course!"

She stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down, before nodding firmly, "I'm going to hold you to that." She said before relaxing and giving me a smile, "So, how do you like my shop?"

"Miss Jane?"

She laughed, "Please, call me Mary. All of Amy's friends are welcome here."

We chatted for a little while, the conversation eventually moving to my recent work on Shoreleave Mall.

"A second location would be nice… plus, it would be great to get in on the ground floor."

I nodded, "And I'm planning on demolishing a couple of blocks to extend the plaza outside the mall into a park area. It would be a great place if you want to do some workshops."

She laughed, "You know just what to say to me don't you. I'll think about it, I can reach you at the address on your website, right?"

"You can," I note, but I also discretely pushed a little matter into the form of a business card and pulled it out of my jacket, "But this is my direct email. Don't spread it around, but I can tell Amy likes this place, so you can just contact me directly."

"Thanks, I'll have to speak to a few people but-"

"Hey, Mary!" The other attendant called out, her head sticking out from behind the curtain, "Mind sending him over?"

Mary nodded, "You best not keep her waiting."

I nodded, walking over to the curtains. As I stepped through, I suddenly paused at the sudden sight of scantily clad mannequins. I knew that Mary Jane's did underwear, but I had to pause for a few seconds when I saw the the racks of silk and lace.

April giggled and poked my shoulder to get my attention, "She's this way, come on."

I was led through the racks over to another ser of curtains. April peeked her head through the curtain again, "Room five, it's around the corner over there."

I nodded and walked over, giving the door a knock, "Amy? April said you wanted to see me?"

The rood opened and a blushing Amy peeked around the corner. "Um… Amy, you can do this! So… um, I-I couldn't decide on what to get so Iwantedsomehelp!"

I blinked for a second as the implications hit me. One of my background threads took over, biokinetically hiding my blush and controlling my posture. My voice was calm and confident, even if I didn't really know what I was doing.

"Of course princess, why don't you give me a show."

Amy yelped before disappearing behind the curtain. The sound broke my panic for a second, even as my body moved to seat me at the little ottoman across from the door. It took a few minutes, but eventually, Amy opened the door.

She hadn't fully changed, but that didn't make her topless form any less enticing. The light blue sweater was in a pile behind her, the plain beige bra she was wearing when she came here tossed on top of it. Amy, on the other hand, was wearing a deep blue lacy bra, ribbons and delicate embroidery curving and cupping around her breasts.

I sat there stunned, even as my lips moved, "That look beautiful princess, why dont you give me a little spin?"

Amy nodded shyly before slowly turning around to give me a good view, "Um, so that's number one… I'll just get changed."

I nodded, and let my mask drop as the door shut, the initial shock having worn off. My other thread wound down, the thread of calm vanishing back into my power. Still, I was feeling a little more confident as the door opened again.

This time, her bra was a plain black piece, but it looked good despite that. Or maybe because of that. The small cups revealed what felt like acres of clear pale skin, only interrupted by the ends of her dark curls. Her handfuls were still supported, pulled up to show a little cleavage that would easily have been visible in her sweater.

My enjoyment must have been visible, because she brightened up, her smile pulling my eyes up to her face before she turned around. THe back of the bra was also simple, but the crossed straps that went across her back really highlighted her muscles.

I smiled as she turned around, "Anything else princess?"

She paused for a second, "Well, I've got another bra.."

She quickly shut the door, and I heard murmurs of her hyping herself up behind the door. Eventually, it swung open, searing the image of scarlet lace into my mind.

The cups on this bra covered a lot more than the previous ones, the straps crossing over her cleavage in a way that all but the highest of necklines would fail to cover. But at the same time, it hid nothing. The sheer red lace hid nothing, fair flesh peeking out of gaps in the embroidery even as the cloth did nothing to hide her nipples, the rings of dark skin surrounding two small nubs.

The crimson couture only made her blush more obvious as I raised a hand and had her turn around, I stepped up behind her, lifting her hair to reveal an expanse of uncovered skin as the upper straps wrapped around her neck, the only other sign, a nearly transparent sheer band that was just barely above the end of her ribs.

"You know," I whispered into her ear, "I think you knew I would like this the best."

She shifted as I lowered her hair, tracing my hand along the strap, "You knew what you were doing when you called me here." I let the silence hang, slowly moving my hand down across her chest, moving inch by inch, watching her in the mirror as her eyes tracked my hand. She watched as it passed the end of the strap, slender fingers bouncing lightly along the embroidered cups, slowly cresting the curve until they came to rest on her niples. I watched her shiver as I gave it a few taps, running the length of my finger against it as my whole hand descended upon her breast.

Her head pressed against her neck as her eyes closed, a hiss of air entering her nostrils as I took hold. I massaged it for a moment before letting go. She blinked for a few moments as I pushed her back into the changing room. "It looks like you have a few more things to show me." I responded to her quizzical expression.

Her expression filed with disappointment for a cecond before she smiled, and nodded, determination filling her expression as she shut the door in my face. I sat down again as I waited for the sounds of Amy changing to subside.

When the doors opened, Amy was wearing her sweater again, but her jeans hung on a hook behind her. My eyes slid down her body to her legs. Her smooth, naked legs. But it didn't quite get there. Instead, my eyes stopped at the swooping black ribbons framing panels of sheer blue cloth, her modesty only preserved by twisting floral embroidery.

She spun around, revealing the plain sheer back of the panties, the panels cutting a line across her cheeks into her hip dip.

As she turned around I marshalled myself and smiled. "Those are quite nice, I commented."

She was less shy now, smiling as she disappeared into the changing room again. And when the doors opened again, the words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. "A matched pair?"

Her blush returned at full force as she fiddled with the sheer ribbons that rode on her hips. I followed them down, watching as the embroidery appeared, simple initially, before opening up, small speckles of skin sparkling against the darkening red fabric. Eventually, the sheer dissapeared, the embroidery overtaking it and leaving opaque lace to disappear between her thighs.

I smiled, "It would be a shame to split up those pieces." I paused for a second, "Now, do you want to give me the tags so that I can pay for everything while you get changed, or do you want me to wait."

If I had learned anything about Amy over the last few weeks, it was that she was a lot smarter than most people gave her credit for, and it was no surprise that she caught my implication immediately. She froze for a second, "Are you sure?"

"Yep, just give me the tags for whatever you want."

She nodded, the door swinging closed for a couple of moments before she handed me a bunch of tags.

I took them, and told her I'd be back in a bit and headed out.

I eventually made it back up to the front and saw Mary looking concerned. "What's going on?"

She motioned towards the front of the store, "Looks like a bunch of cape geeks noticed that you guys are out on a date. The first ones arrived about ten minutes ago, and more keep coming."

I frowned, "That's annoying."

"You can use the back entrance. Amy knows where it is."

"Thanks," I nodded, "Do you have the choker done?"

She nodded, pulling a small paper bag out the counter. A few hundred dollars later, I was carrying a mostly empty bag back to the changing rooms.

I knocked on the door to room five, "I'm almost done, what's up?"

"Looks like some assholes want to mess with our date. Mary said we could use the back door?"

The door swung open, letting me see Amy's frowning face. "Damn it. I was hoping that it would take them longer than this to show up."

"You were expecting this?"

She shrugged, "They ruined Vicky's dates for weeks until they got bored of her." She sighed as she stuffed the lingerie into the bag I was carrying. "The back exit's this way."

I followed her as she led me deeper into the changing rooms, following the signs for the fire exit. Eventually we came out into a dimply lit narrow street. The last wisps of sunset peeked out over the buildings, but the only light here were from a few failing streetlamps. Amy smiled brightly.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Good memories," She explained, "Mary helped me escape fans a few times this way."

I chuckled, pulling her close, "That makes two of us now."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off to one side, "You know, it is a shame to seperate that set." she remarked.

I took a moment to try and make sense of that as I let her pull me into a dark alleyway.

"Amy?" I was left stunned as she slipped out of my grip, and in one smooth motion, pulled her sweater over her head. I barely reacted in time to stop the sweater from hitting the ground as it bounced off my barrier.

Amy giggled at my expression, "You know, I've always wanted to do something." She remarked, her hands sliding down to the sheer red bands peeking out of her jeans, they paused for a moment before continuing and eventually landing on her waist band.

In a flash, the button was popped, and her hands peeled back the figure hugging fabric, revealing red roses.

She strutted over to me, the heels of her boots clicking as she grabbed my jacket, pulling me deeper into the alley, her breasts bouncing the bright red bra with every step. "I always wanted to give my first blowjob in this alley."

I blinked trying to make sense of the words, "What?"

"It's just nice here." She commented as her back came up against the wall of the alleyway, then her grin suddenly grew wicked, "Plus, if this got out, it would piss Carol off so much."

And with that, she dropped into a squat.

Her hands were on my junk in a flash, and there was no hiding how hard I was. Even through the armoured weave, she could feel my hard-on.

Thankfully, my other lanes came to the rescue once again, guiding my arm into her hair as I pulled her eyes up to meet mine. "Well if that's what you want," I remarked, my knee reaching forward to run along her breast, "Let me make sure you enjoy it. Hands in your panties princess."

She moved quickly, her hands dropping from my crotch to hers. Without prompting, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide.

A flex of my powers slit a split in my suit, my genetically enhanced dick slapping down on her face. I felt her shudder as I gripped her hair and firmly pulled her onto the glans.

It took her a second to figure out her rhythm, but before long, she was working away at it, licking and sucking as I rocked my hips, pushing in and out of her mouth. The sound echoed in the narrow alley.

I felt her freeze when my telekineisis settled on her breast, "Did I say you could stop, princess?"

And with that I pushed my dick in deeper. Amy shuddered, but her efforts resumed tenfold, eagerly bobbing in time with my thrusts, pulling her hair against my grip. With my Sensor I could see as both pairs of her lips grew moist, and I added my own efforts to hers as she fingered herself in time with my thrusts, pinching, prodding and twisting her clit.

The sloshing noises changed, shifting as she drover herself deeper onto my dick, gagging as she grew more desperate to get me off as she neared her own peak.

I couldn't keep the groan from escaping me as my thrusts sped up to match her. But I could cheat, and she couldn't. So as she collapsed against the wall of the alley, shuddering, I looked down on her shining face and damp curls as I pumped into her a few times and pulled out, spurts of cum landing on her face in streaks.

She collapsed to the ground, and I stood back to take in the whole picture.

Her breasts heaved as sat there panting, her pants having nearly gotten to her knees at this point. Her new panties were soaked, the dark stain of her climax having spread into the sheer sections. Her hair was stuck to her skin with sweat.

And now free of my cock, her mouth was contorted into a feral grin.

"Fuck that was good." She panted, "We need to do that again some time."

I laughed, using my powers to clean her up a little as I neatened her up, "Come on, You can clean up at my place before you go home."