Just Like in the Movies, pt. 3

"Hello, girls," a store greeter said. "Is there

anything we can help you find today?" I started to say that we were just looking before

Amy interjected with, "We're looking for negligee." With a smile, the woman pointed to a corner.

"There are a few racks over there. You might find

some on the sales racks, too. Let me know if you

need any help." Amy started over to them, and I followed after

muttering a shy thanks. "What size?" Amy asked. "I'm not sure," I answered. "How do the sizes

work, exactly?" "Some go as a normal pants size would," she

answered. "Others are the typical small, medium

and large." "Okay, then," I replied. "Try a five and a medium." "I think you could wear a small, Lacy." "You think so?" I looked down at my stomach and

patted it. "I don't think I'm a small." "You're perfect." She smiled and continued

searching through the lingerie. I started looking,

too. I found some that I really liked, but I still

wasn't too sure about the sizes. I was too nervous

to ask if I should try one on, but I didn't have to;

Lacy asked for me. "How about this one?" she said, holding a blue

lace bra and thong set up with a matching silk

robe. "It's really sexy. And I'm sure it'll fit you."

She held it up to me, and I stepped back, slightly

embarrassed. "You need to try it on, I guess." "I'm sure we're not allowed to." "So we'll ask." "No!" But it was too late. She had already stopped

the greeter from before and had asked the

question. "Yes, the dressing room is over there." She

pointed to an open door. "There are several

dressing rooms in there. Just choose one, and yell

if you need anything. We ask that our customers

leave on their underwear when trying on lingerie,

though." "No problem," Amy replied. "Come on, Lacy." Disgusted with myself, we went into the corridor

and saw that all of the rooms were empty. Amy

walked right into the room on the end, the biggest

one there. She called me over and she shut and

locked the door. I had never changed in front of

her before, but I didn't have any problem with it then. She mimicked the woman. "'Leave your

underwear on.' God! Go ahead, Lacy. You won't

know how they really fit unless you take

everything off." "No way! Other women might have done the

same thing! Nasty..." "Nah. And even if they did, it's not like it's all that

disgusting." "What are you talking about?" "Just do it! I promise, it'll be fine." I hadn't minded CHANGING in front of her.

Stripping down to nothing but my nakedness was

a little unnerving. Reluctantly, I agreed, and

removed my shirt, shoes, and pants before

standing there in my underwear. "Go ahead. I'll look away if it's that big of a deal." "Look away." Amy sighed and turned around. I

had pulled my undergarments off before I noticed

she was watching me in the mirror she was facing. "Sorry, Lacy," she said shamefully, and quickly

looking down. I had never seen her so trepidated

before. I glared at her before slipping on the blue

thong and bra and then putting the robe over

myself. I blew off the incident. "How do I look, Amy?" She turned around. "Gorgeous." "You don't think I look fat? I think I look-" And she kissed me! She freakin' kissed me right

there in the dressing room, while I'm standing

there wearing practically nothing but a smile. Of

course, I wasn't smiling when that happened. I

quickly jumped back. "What the hell's wrong with

you?!" I shouted. "Keep it down, dear!" she said urgently. "I'm

sorry. You're just..." "Just... what?" I was so angry. Not that it had

happened, but that I had noticed she was an

excellent kisser, even if it had only lasted for a

second. I was angry that I had enjoyed it, and she

had done something that I enjoyed. Her typical smile returned. "Are you going to try to

tell me that you didn't like it?" She knew I did. And it disgusted me; I was a little

wet. "Just let yourself go," Amy said, her words low and

soothing. "Come on. You're curious, aren't you?

So come on." Justin had some porn of lesbians under the bed,

among his collection. I had never gotten around to

watching those. "I wouldn't know what to do." "I'll show you." Wasn't this considered cheating on Justin? Maybe

not. We were, after all, just curious, right? Surely.

Amy might have been crazy about sex, but she

was the straightest person I knew. She liked to

talk about penises. A lot. Amy sensed that it was alright to go ahead, and

she walked over to me and kissed me again. She

slid her tongue inside my mouth, and licked my

lips. She moved to my neck and sucked hard. I

jerked away. "Don't." "Why?" "How would I explain a hicky to Justin?" Amy just smiled her Amy-smile and just gently

kissed on my neck. "We'll go slow," she whispered.

"You're a newbie." Amy put her hands on my tits and bounced them

up and down. Having someone else do this for me

was a whole different feeling. It tingled, and I had

to close my eyes. Otherwise, I would have moaned

out, and I didn't want to own up to the fact that

she was incredibly "talented." I nearly lost my self- control, however, when she pulled the cups of my

bra down under my breasts and began rubbing my

tits. She rolled them around in her fingers,

stretching them and pulling them gently. Then

she brought her mouth down on my left nipple

and began sucking it while still rubbing the other, and my satisfaction was no longer secret. I let out

a sighing moan and let my head fall back. I was

breathing heavily as she gently pulled on my

nipple with the suction of her mouth and tenderly

bit down on me. She then switched sides, seeming

eager to please me. I felt Amy's hand slid off my left nipple and find my

drooling pussy. She slipped her finger through my

folds outside my panties, and I groaned even more

than before. "Shhh," she said. "I'm glad you're

enjoying this, dear. But you can't be so loud.

Someone will hear us. Alright?" I sighed out an okay, and she continued to explore my wet sex. I

began rocking in rhythm with her fingers gliding

around me. This in motion with her tongue still

adventuring my hard nipple sent pulses through

my entire body. I had never gone this far with

anyone before. I had hardly pictured my first time being with another female. Suddenly, without warning, her fingers were inside

me. I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle

my cry. She slid her fingers in and out of me,

finding my g-spot easily, and caressing it with easy

pressure that made my whole body quiver. "I have

to sit down," I said between pants. I was feeling weak from the pleasure. As I sat on the bench in

the room, she turned to her purse and pulled out

a package. She stripped down to nothing, just as I

had done. She threw her pink rhinestone thong to

me, and I grabbed it like a savage animal and

smelled it with all my might. Her sex smelled of sweat and feminism. I had laid my head back and closed my eyes.

When I looked back up at her, she was standing in

front of me with a contraption strapped to her

waist; a dildo. I was too overwhelmed with the

arousal of my own body to even ask what she was

planning. My only thoughts were of that next sensation, and I didn't much care how I got it. Amy kneeled in front of me and put her nose to

my sex, inhaling deeply. "So sweet," she

mumbled. She put her fingers back in me, and I

again had to put my hand over my mouth. I still

had her panties in my hand, and I moaned into

them. She was patient; she waited until I had adjusted to one thing before moving onto another.

After several moments, she proceeded to slip my

thong off. She smelled of it, too, before tossing it

to the side. She put the fingers she had had inside

of me in her mouth and sucked them tenderly.

After gathering up more of my wetness on her fingers, she brought them to my lips, and I kissed

them, tasting the salts of myself. She slipped back

inside of me, never breaking eye contact. And

then, I couldn't contain myself anymore; she had

brought her mouth down to my vagina, and was

mercilessly sucking on my clit. I cried out, and she put her free hand over my mouth, shushing me. I

couldn't stand it! Several minutes passed of her

gently biting and sucking. Occasionally, she would

lick me from the bottom of my sex to the top. Still

fingering me alongside this was too much for my

body to bear, and I let out a wonderful sigh that let her know I had gone as far I could go. My body

was floating, as it always does, but this time, I felt

warm all over. I collapsed back against the wall. Amy gave me a moment to rest. Breathing

heavily, I said, "Did I do good?" "Excellent, gorgeous," she said. "Now, come down

here and lay down in the floor." She wasn't done? I was far too sensitive to keep

going. "I don't think I can do it." "Yes, you can. I know you can. Come down." She took my hand and gently pulled me to the

ground, all the while ignoring my protests. It's not

like she was raping me, not at all. I wanted it, but

I really wasn't sure how I would hold up. I was so

sensitive after an orgasm, I didn't even want to

put my underwear back on. But she insisted, and when I was at home, I would go another round if I

had the strength and willpower to do it. Now that

someone else was doing it, I might be able to go

through with take two. And if I did, I knew it

would be fantastic. Her strap-on was quite large; a good foot long, and

a circumference of about six-ish inches. I took one

last look at it before closing my eyes and lying my

head back. Amy spread my weak legs for me, and

laid on top of me. I felt her penetrate me, and I let

out a meek cry; I was too enervated to do much else. I panted heavily, exhausted. It didn't hurt; it

was just like what I had done at home, the same

feeling, multiplied by ten because of just having

had an orgasm. My breathing was so heavy; every

inch of my body seemed to be quivering in

pleasure. It was so much to bear! Amy slid in and out of me, slow at first, and then speeding up. I

didn't know how I was going to handle much

more. Waves of pain and pleasure pulsed through

my oversensitive body. And then, there it was; the most mind-blowing

orgasm I had ever experienced. I couldn't keep

silent, and I didn't care who heard me. Amy tried

to put her hand over my mouth, but to no avail. I

cried out in pain as the bliss carried me into a

alternate being. I wasn't in my own body anymore. I couldn't even feel my body. Slowly, a

warmth fell over me, and I returned to a physical

state. My whole body was numb, and I was dizzy

and faint. Amy must've had an orgasm too,

because she was leaning up against the bench I

had earlier sat on and was panting, too; just much lighter than I was. We both jumped when we heard a knock on the

door. "Is everything alright? Do you need another

size?" Had someone heard us? Amy easily muffled her difficulty breathing and

replied, "We're fine. We had a little trouble...

figuring out how it went on. We'll be out soon." As soon as her steps had faded out of the room,

Amy laid down next to me. She kissed me on the

forehead and said, "Well done, baby."