After our encounter over the weekend (you can read that on my blog), Jess and I were spending a lot more time around one another outside of class. One particular afternoon in mid May we were once again going to meet up at the mall after I had spent some more time at the library.

Once we were at the mall and had found a place to sit and eat, Jess brought up bathing suit shopping again. I asked her why she needed another new bikini (as if you can ever have enough, right? but I was young and foolish...

She said, “Not for me this time, for you.”

“Oh,” I said. I knew where this was going. This was back in the 90s and Speedo had a chain of retail stores. There was one in the mall here. I’d never been in it, I’d never needed to. The swim club where I swam had a store where you could buy your suits, goggles and anything else you needed, so I’d always just gotten my speedos from there.

It was late in the evening, so the mall was not crowded and stores would be closing in about an hour and a half, so I didn’t think the chances were high that we would be seen by people we knew, and trying on speedos for Jess sounded like fun.

“Ok, sure,” I said.

“You didn’t really have a choice.”

We got up and walked over to the storefront. The store was deserted except for the one sales clerk behind the counter. The store wasn’t very big, with women’s suits on the left wall, two tiers high. The middle of the store were displays of goggles, caps, bags, sweats, etc. On the right side were the men’s suits.

This was the glory days before jammers and all the suits were speedo briefs. There were all kinds of prints, colors, and cuts. It was a sight to see.

“Wow,” she said, “there’s so many! This could take awhile.”

The sales clerk noticed us and started walking over. He was a few years older than were, probably a senior in college.

“Can I help you find something?” he asked.

Jess jumped right in, “We’re looking for a suit for him,” she said, pointing to me.

The guy looked a bit surprised for a second, but quickly smiled and said, “Sure, all of our men’s suits are over here. Is there something in particular you are looking for?” as he was looking me up and down.

Jess said we weren’t sure yet. The clerk said he tried on speedos all the time and could help make some suggestions. He went over to a rack about midway down the sidewall of the store and picked up a blue square cut suit with a small zipper pocket on the front right hip.

“I think this suit would rock on him.”

Jess considered and said, “Let’s start with that one.”

He led us over to the fitting room, which was all the way in the back on the right, and opened up right next to the men’s suits racks. I walked in and took the suit from Jess and closed the door.

I pulled off my pants and shoes and then pulled the suit up. It did feel pretty good. It didn’t have a lot of room up front, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was starting to get a little hard, though. After a minute or two, Jess knocked on the door.

“Are you ready yet?”

I reached for the doorknob and opened it a bit. Her face was right there in the door and she pushed it open. The clerk was standing there too.

I must have hesitated to come out for a second too long, because they both prompted me to get my ass out of the changing room.

Looking me up and down, Jess said to the clerk, “You’re right, I do like that. But let’s try some others to compare.”

She handed me a brief with a three or so inch side. I went back into the dressing room and stripped off the square cut. I pulled up the briefs. I was still semi-hard, but not too obvious yet. I adjusted myself as best I could and opened the door again.

“That’s more like it,” said Jess.

“Oh yeah, that’s heading in the right direction,” agreed the clerk.

Jess looked at me with a smile, “We’re not done yet, though. Here’s the next...”

This continued for three more suits. The last two were both solars. The first was black. By now my cock was more than just semi-erect from all this attention. I pulled the black solar up and again adjusted myself before opening the door.

Jess and the clerk were waiting. “Come on out,” said Jess. “We want to see.”

“Wow,” said the clerk. “Don’t you think that shows off the package too much?”

“Not at all” said Jess.

I stepped out of the change room but didn’t venture far from the door.

“No, I mean come all the way out here to where the big mirror is” said Jess.

I looked over to where she was pointing and it was out practically in the middle of the store, easily within view of the mall outside. I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I walked out into the middle of the store and stood in front of the mirror, as ordered.

And then I turned around and saw two other people in the store with me. My heart leapt into my throat. I knew these two. They were a couple who were in the swim club with me. Tom and Amanda, and they were looking right at me.

Being caught like a deer in headlights, I would have thought before that my cock would have shriveled up to nothing. Instead, I felt myself getting harder. Great, I thought.

“Hey guys,” I said. I wasn’t sure what else I could do at this point. They’d both seen me in a speedo before, but the context was very different.

“Oh, hey,” said Tom. He looked a bit confused, “Getting a new suit?”

“Yeah, sure am, “ I managed to say.

Jess was smiling like a maniac as she walked over. “Care to introduce me to your friends?”

“Sure, Jess this is Tom and Amanda, we swim together.” I gestured to them in turn. “Tom, Amanda, this is Jess.”

Tom smiled at Jess said, “Nice to meet you,” then back over to me. “We were just here to get Amanda a new practice suit. Is yours for practice?”

Jess cut in before I could reply, “Oh, no. We are going to have a pool party and he needed something to wear.”

Tom’s eyes got a bit wider for a moment. Then he laughed. “Ok, you have fun then.”

Amanda looked me up and down, lingering just a moment on the front of my suit and then looked at Tom, “Maybe we should get you a new suit too.”

Jess agreed and even invited them to join us shopping.

“No way, it’s one thing to wear a speedo for competitive swimming, but I’m not going to wear one in front of our friends.”

“Well, Jess, I approve,” Amanda said and she gave her a knowing smile. Then she looked back at me, smiled and said, “Have fun!”