Chapter 1

I thought I'd let you know my story, if anyone's interested in hearing it. My name is James, and I hail from a rural area in Northeast Texas. Now, the population of this town probably sits at about 16, 000 people, max. Honestly, the only things it has going for it is a 24-hour Wal-Mart Supercenter, the fact that it's a wet town (hence plenty of alcohol), and the college that this town's known for.

Having spent most of my life growing up in a nearby small town, containing only 1, 500 people, I was amazed when I moved here, to find a multitude of young college girls who only seem to live for partying. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy a party as much as the next person, but coming from such a small town, my idea of a party was sitting on the back porch, or on the tailgate of a pickup, somewhere, getting as drunk as you can while listening to the radio. God, was I in for a suprise.

The women who flocked to this college hailed from places like College Station, Dallas/Fort Worth, Decatur, Paris, and even Louisiana. Talk about a huge social difference.

My life changed when I got my first apartment, at the age of 18. It was a small, run-down apartment building, which was primarily populated by hispanics, which made me feel completely out of place, being the only white guy. I scored my first job at the local Wal-Mart, as, of all things, a sales clerk for the fabric department.

Now, laugh if you will, but as you can imagine, this did nothing to help stop feeling out of place. My job description was basically to cut fabric, make sure the department stayed clean and straightened, and help the customers as best I could. I found this to be very difficult, as every woman who came to the department avoided asking me for help, because they always believed, "Well, you're a guy, so you probably don't know anything about this."

Hello? It's not like I wasn't trained for the job. And it was even worse if her husband or significant other was with her: "So, why's a guy working back here, anyway? You gay?"

So, as you can imagine, I was never very happy with my job, until the first time I was asked to cover for Softlines (the clothing departments, ) while the clerk took her break. This meant that it was my job to carry the keys to the dressing room, and let customers in/out as needed.

It had been a long night, as I had come to work about 2p.m. that day, and it was then 9. Since we hadn't become a Supercenter yet, we still had a closing time of 10. This meant that by 9, everyone was working in a panic to make sure the store was straightened enough for us to go home by 11. Having just finished straightening all the merchandise in my department, I had become bored and was happy to take the keys from Stacey, when she asked me to cover her for her last 15-minute break.

"Men's, Women's, Lingerie and Toddler's is straightened, all you have to do is listen for the bell to the dressing room." She had told me, before thanking me for covering her, and heading off to the breakroom. Approximately 5 minutes had passed before I heard the bell, and strolled over to it's location.

As I approached, I began to feel highly embarassed, as I found a very attractive short-haired blonde, waiting to be served. She was apparently in her late teens/early twenties, and was wearing a very short pair of red shorts, with a white t-shirt that branded her sorority logo. She stood around 5 foot 7, and had an awesome set of legs. In her hands were two bras and a set of matching bikini-cut panties.

I smiled at her, politely... "Here, allow me." I said, as I unlocked the door to the dressing room, trying not to look at what she was taking in, with her. I was in shock when I looked at her, and she was grinning at me, wildly.

"I appreciate it." She said, purposely brushing past me and into the dressing room. I felt highly embarassed as her firm ass grazed past my crotch, almost instantly giving me an erection. I knew she had felt it, as she continued to smile at me, as she slowly closed the door, separating the both of us.

"Holy crap," I thought to myself. "I must be smoking something, I know that did not just happen." I tried telling myself, before hesitantly going back to my department. I had no sooner reached the cutting table before the bell rang once again.

I walked by over to the dressing room, and found that no one was standing there. "Hello?" I called out, assuming that the customer was browsing somewhere, while waiting on me.

"Hey..." The voice came from inside the dressing room. "I need to ask you a question, if you don't mind." The beautiful blonde said.

"Sure, anything you need." I replied.

To my amazement, she opened the door to the dressing room, revealing that she was standing inside, wearing a bra and the set of bikini-cut panties she had taken in, with her.