Chapter 5A

Devlin peeled one eye open and looked across the pillow at her window. She could hear her mother downstairs. Through the partially opened window she could hear kids playing outside. She sighed. She knew it was Saturday, and right now she wanted no part of it. She felt tired, bone weary tired, the kind of tired where you sprawl back in bed and don't move for several hours. And she'd promised to go shopping with her mother.

She reached for the covers and discovered she had pushed them off during the night. She felt around. Her long nightgown was twisted up around her waist, and she was bare to the world. "So what else is new?" she muttered to herself. Ignoring it, she swung her legs out of bed and sat on the edge, trying to clear her thoughts. Her mouth tasted like something had died in it. She tried to remember--oh, yeah, she'd licked Tim's cock dry after he'd cum. That would explain the taste. She should have rinsed her mouth out when she'd gotten home, but she'd been so tired she'd gone straight to bed.

That reminded her--she stripped off her nightgown and stood in front of the mirror, examining herself carefully. No, no bite marks on her breasts. And none on her thighs, either. One Saturday morning the year before she'd found little bite marks on her thighs. Until they'd gone away she'd had to stay away from shorts and swimming suits. That had taken some explaining. She still wasn't sure her mother had bought the explanation.

She gave herself the once over one more time. Her hair looked like a rats nest, going in all directions and tangled in on itself. Her sloping shoulders--whatever she bought today was going to be with shoulderpads. Her breasts--which continued to grow... She got out her cloth tape and measured again. 29" around the ribs, 38 1/2", maybe 39" over the fullest part of the breast. Damn, D cup for sure, and probably more. She studied one of her boobs--was it a trick of the light that it seemed a little fuller? She shook her head. DD cup here I come, she thought. Wonderful. Manufacturers charged an extra $5 for that extra D. She measured her waist: 23 1/2", she'd lost a little there. Her hips: 34". Size Small panties might actually hang on her. She wondered if she was getting too skinny. Her hip bones didn't stand out, but when she saw the doctor next week she should probably bring that up. But the overall effect--she definitely had an hourglass figure. And finding clothes she could wear was going to be a problem.

She looked at the dark little patch covering her sex. How would she look with it shaved off? She tried to remember what she looked like when she was 10. She tried to superimpose that on her reflection, but it didn't work. Then she had an idea. She went rummaging through her closet until she found her Polaroid camera. She still had four shots left in it. Sabrina had a home computer with an art program on it. She could scan the picture and then erase her pubic hair and see what it looked like. She took the picture, then took another with her legs a little apart. She'd save the other two pictures for Sabrina if she wanted to try this, too.

She spent a few minutes trying on bras, trying to see if there was one that fit without really digging at her. Jeff had made the point that her favorite one was leaving marks on her, and if a guy was noticing something like that it had to be pretty bad. She had her sports bra and a dozen regular ones--of those, two fit. The rest were so tight her breasts bulged over the cups, or cut into her hard enough to pinch. How had she gotten by with these? She looked at the dresser drawer and realized she'd been wearing these two for most of the last month. She sighed. It was definitely time to go shopping.

She tried on her sports bra. It fit, but it felt like it was squeezing her to death. She couldn't really draw a deep breath. She took it off and dropped it with the others. She had a tube top she sometimes wore when she was exercising. She pulled that on. It fit better than the rest, it should, she'd bought it only a month before. She hadn't realized how much support it gave her. If a tube top gave her more lift and support than something designed for the job it was past time to go shopping

She took her place in front of the mirror, her hand resting on the bar her mother had installed for her when she was 8. She hadn't had a dance class in nearly three years, but she had never given up the ritual of morning exercise. She stretched, she twisted, she jumped, she kicked. All the while she could hear her dance instructor, "Higher, Devlin. Think Longer. Point your toes. Reach, girl, Reach!"

Afterwards she took a quick shower to wash off the sweat, then skinned into the rest of her clothes, fought her hair into some semblance of order, and headed downstairs. Her mother was making breakfast, and right now it smelled marvelous. Her stomach rumbled sympathetically. She laughed at its low growl.

"Somebody's in a good mood this morning," her mother said.

"Just feeling good," Devlin said. And she did feel good. She always slept well after a lot of sex, and the night before had been no exception. "What's the plan for today?"

"There's a discount mall that just opened up in Cedar Point. It's mostly outlet stores, so we might be able to find some real bargains."

Devlin looked at the food on the stove and set the table. "I was looking through my clothes a few minutes ago," she said as she worked. "And, yeah, I need some new things."

"Well, as soon as we finish eating we'll go," her mother said. She filled their plates with scrambled eggs. "They open at 10, and if we get there early we might be able to beat the crowds."

They pulled into the nearly empty parking lot at the discount mall just before 10. Her mother sighed happily. "Where to first? I need a couple of blouses, a black skirt, and a new pair of slacks. What did you say you needed?"

"A couple of outfits," Devlin said, "a couple of skirts and sweaters I can mix and match, and some new bras."

"You've been growing again," her mother said with a glance at her chest. "We'll get the other things first and then we can take our time with the lingerie."

Three hours later Devlin stood in front of a mirror and turned, looking critically at the skirt she was trying on. It was black, short and tight. She had already picked one skirt that was calf-length, one that came to just above the knee and a blue jumper that came down to her knees. This would give her a short one. With two sweaters and a pair of slacks she was about done here.

"Not bad," her mother said from behind her.

"It goes with that white turtleneck sweater I bought a little while ago."

Her mother nodded and looked at the price tag. "How much do you have left?"

"About $30 or $40 in my wallet," Devlin said.

"Your bras usually cost twice as much as mine," her mother said. "I think you'll only be able to get two of them."

"That'll give me four," Devlin said. "They'll just have to last for a while."

"If you stop growing."

Devlin spread her hands. "Hey, don't look at me, I don't seem to have any say in the matter."

Her mother looked down at her own much smaller chest. "Apparently neither do I. Hurry up and get changed, I'll be waiting for you at the cash register."

When they walked into the lingerie shop Devlin got her first shock of the day. Standing behind the counter was Emma. At first the woman didn't see her as she was helping another woman. But when she turned at the tinkling of the bell, she stopped with a start. Her face quickly smoothed out.

"May I help you?"

"We wanted to look at some bras," her mother said. "I need one, and my daughter needs a couple."

"Certainly," Emma said. She did a quick judge by eye. "You might be interested in these," she said, leading her mother to a display along one wall. "All Bali and Olga bras are on sale today and the newest styles might be what you're after." She eyed Devlin. "For you we can do custom-made bras, but they take longer and cost more."

"I hope we don't have to go that far," her mother said. "I can usually find something to fit me in just a couple of minutes. But I think my daughter will need some help, she's been growing quite a bit this last year."

"Certainly," Emma said. She looked at Devlin when they moved away. "That's your mother?" Devlin nodded. Emma stood there in silence looking at her. "Just how old are you?" she asked finally.

Devlin had known this was going to happen the moment she'd seen Emma, and she couldn't think of any way around it. This could be the end of her worries about swinging--and Danny. "I'll be 18 next Wednesday."

"You're 17?" Emma seemed stunned. "But I thought... I understood... Didn't you tell me you were older?"

Devlin shook her head. "I never told you how old I was. Danny may have lied, but I never did. Nobody ever asked me how old I was. Ever."

Emma thought about that in silence. "You've been coming to my parties since you were... since you were, what, 15?"

Devlin looked at the floor and nodded. "I was 15 the first time I came to your parties."

"But you seemed older," Emma said. "You had to be."

"I wasn't."

Emma stared at the wall for nearly a minute. "I'm going to have to think about this," she said at last. "I--I'm not comfortable with the thought of a 15 year old swinger. There's-I don't know, there's something that's just not right about it."

"Well I'm not 15 any more," Devlin said.

"That isn't the point."

"If you mean what am I going to be like years from now?" Devlin asked. "I don't know. I've thought about that. The legal stuff?" She nodded her head. "There are some legal things that could be a problem, if they got out. But not after I turn 18, of course. Then I'm legal. If you mean questions about Danny, well, I thought them through. From a legal viewpoint..." She shrugged. "Well, I went in to it knowing exactly what was going on. Nobody pressured me, I knew exactly what was happening, and I made most of the decisions."

"But... 15."

Devlin glanced over her shoulder at her mother, who had selected one bra and was considering another. "I'm nearly 18, now. She doesn't know, and I'd like to keep it that way. And right now I need a new bra." She paused. "Can we talk about this later?"

Emma shook her head slightly. "Okay," she agreed. "Later." She touched Devlin's shoulder, turning her slightly. "Have you measured yourself lately?"

"This morning."

"And?"

"I'm 29" just under the bust, and 38 1/2" or 39" across the fullest part."

"Well, we'll measure again anyway," Emma said. She got her cloth tape measure out of the drawer. "Arms up, please." She measured the teenager. "I think you had it pretty close. At the very least you need a D cup, and you have a small back." She smiled. "I would recommend a DD cup. I only have a few in stock, especially in your size. Your small back makes you really hard to fit."

"I'm afraid I'm still growing, too," Devlin added.

"I've got some over here that might work," Emma said as she walked towards a display on the back wall.

Devlin looked at them, finally selecting three to try on. "I'll let you know," she said.

"Find anything?" her mother asked, coming over.

"These, so far," Devlin said. "I'm going to try them on."

Her mother nodded. "I'm going to run down the mall to that store that had dinnerware," she said. "There was something there I want to get. I'll be back in a bit."

"I'll probably still be here trying things on," Devlin said.

She overflowed the first bra and the second one sagged a bit. The third just hung on her without giving her any support. Emma brought a rack full of bras back and placed it just outside the dressing room. "This way you don't have to keep walking back and forth."

Finally, after an hour, Devlin had found one that fit and seemed to leave a little room for growth, and one that felt comfortable and supported her. She pushed the rack back out into the main part of the store.

"That's it?" Emma asked.

"These are the only ones that fit," Devlin said.

Emma pursed her lips. "Tell you what," she said. "I've got something in back that might work for you."

"Oh?"

"It's something new. It was designed for those women who can't find any bras in the standard sizes."

"Like me."

"Like you." She rubbed her chin. "I've never actually used it, but I've seen the training video and I've taken a class on how to use it."

"What is it?" Devlin was intrigued. "A bra fitting machine?"

"More or less. It uses lasers, and a computer. It measures you, then translates it into instructions for a sewing machine to make you a custom bra. We can give it a try."

"How long does it take?"

"The measuring and so on takes about 10 minutes. It takes a few days for the bra to arrive after I send everything in. And it costs $25."

"It's not going to give me some dorky looking bra, is it? You know, an iron maiden bra?"

Emma unlocked a drawer and pulled out a binder. "Here are the styles that are available," she said. "Look through it, see what you think, and we can try it if you want." She glanced at a woman who'd just entered the store. "I'll take care of her and be back in a few minutes.

Devlin made herself comfortable and started reading. The binder showed the entire process, starting with a woman with an ill-fitting bra. It showed her as the machine measured her breasts and body. It had pictures of styles, colors, and samples of fabrics. And it showed the same woman with the machine made bra. She smiled at a point repeated over and over: no pictures were actually taken. Instead the measurements were translated into computer code. That didn't bother her, but it would reassure a lot of women.

By the time Emma got back to her she had made up her mind. "I'll try it," she said. "I assume that if it fits I can get more."

"That's the whole idea," Emma said. "The original idea was from a company that makes personalized bathing suits. They just extended their idea into lingerie."

Devlin spent a few minutes standing in front of a camera lens. In a monitor she could see the upper half of her body covered with a fine grid of lines drawn in red. At the instructions of the computer she lifted her arms, turned, stretched, leaned over, and so on. When it was finally done she used a touch screen to answer a series of questions on fabric, cup style, strap size, and so on. Finally the computer printed out a small sheet of paper covered with a list of numbers and a small square of some grayish tint.

"That's it?" she asked when she showed it to Emma.

"That's it," Emma said. "I can translate the numbers, but the computer uses this gray rectangle. Apparently all the information is contained in it."

Devlin was impressed. "So what happens now?"

"Well, the computer has already dialed the main computer and logged your order and measurements. You keep this as a reference and bring it in if you want to order any more."

"And I'll get to try them on before I buy?"

"Always," Emma said. "But I think you'll be happy with the result." When Devlin opened her purse, she added, "You pay for it when it gets here, you don't have to pay for it now."

"That's fine by me," Devlin nodded. "I'm going to need a sports bra, too. The one I have now is worn out." She rolled her eyes. "I can't imagine how that happened."

"I've got a few," Emma said with a smile. She looked around the store, pursing her lips. "Maybe you should try a sporting goods store, though."

"I did last week," Devlin said. "Most of their stock didn't fit, and the ones that did felt like they were squeezing me till I couldn't breathe. They don't make them for gals my size."

Emma browsed through her rack, finally selecting two. "I think either of these might work for you."

Devlin came back from the dressing room a minute later. "This one," she said, holding one up. "The other doesn't support me."

Emma nodded. "It happens. Anything else?"

Devlin glanced around the store. "Yeah, just a minute." She selected two sets of plain panties, and one really sexy one. She looked through the stockings, finally choosing three pair. "That'll do it, I think."

Emma rang up the purchases. "$86.83 with tax."

Devlin handed Emma her debit card. "There are times, like now, when I wish I was smaller. There's a girl who sits next to me in English who can spend $40 and buy four bras and two sets of panties."

Emma smiled. "But small ones are not as much fun as big ones," she said quietly. "It's like a kid in a candy store. I still don't know what to think about your age," she went on. "I'm going to have to talk this one over with Tim. It bothers me. I've always thought you were an adult, which means you were old enough to make your own decisions. But this is a shock."

"Now you know why I never went in the video room," Devlin said.

"Huh. That's right. I never saw you in there."

"Old enough to do it, not old enough to watch others doing it on television." She scowled. "It's a funny world."

"It is," Emma said. "But Tim and I will talk this over."

"You'll have to tell Danny," Devlin said. "I won't."

"That's fair," Emma said. Then she got a better look at the teenager's face. "Is there something wrong?"

"No... well..." Her voice trailed off. "Maybe I'm just a little tired of what's going on," she said. "I mean, I have sex with Danny every day, Emma, every day, right after my Mom leaves for work. If I have a date, I come home from it and Danny and I have sex. It's fun, he's a great guy to screw, but, well, I mean it's every single day. I love sex, but sometimes it's... well, it's a chore."

"I didn't realize you two were together every day," Emma said. "And here I thought I had a busy sex life with two parties a month. I guess we learn something every day."

"And you know what's worse?" Devlin went on. "The night I had my first date with Jeff, we went to a dance, I was upstairs in bed with Danny when Jeff showed up. And there I am, out on the dance floor with Jeff, and I can feel Danny's cum on my legs. And some nights I don't get a chance to get any homework done, I'm rolling around naked on the bed with Danny."

"Sometimes you just have to say no," Emma said.

"I want to, and I don't want to," Devlin said. "I mean I like having sex with him. I like sex anyway, I like the way it makes me feel, I like the closeness, the intimacy, everything. Call me weird, but I do."

Emma smiled. "I know what you mean," she said softly, "and I like sex, too, otherwise I wouldn't be throwing those parties. It's a shame most women are taught to not like sex." She thought a moment. "To get back to Danny, does he have sex with his wife?"

"Quite a bit," Devlin said. "When he came back from his trip he had sex with her twice in the morning, then had sex with me in the evening. I thought I was over-sexed, but he has it bad." The bell at the door tinkled. She looked up to see her mother walking in. "We'll have to continue this some other time."

Emma nodded. "I may call you," she said. "I think you just need someone to talk to. You've been holding this in too long."

"Holding what in too long?" Devlin's mother asked.

"Her chest," Emma said. "I think she found something that fits, but we're special ordering a couple of bras for her."

Her mother smiled. "Seems like just yesterday she was 10 years old."

"They grow up fast," Emma said. "Especially at her age. It seems like just yesterday my daughter was making mud pies, and now she's a senior in high school."