Chapter 3

Mrs. Harris was in the living room and when we walked in, she stood up to greet us.

"Mom, this is my friend Cindy-my best friend," Jen said.

"Hello, Cindy, I'm very pleased to meet you. Come in and sit down," Mrs. Harris said.

"We're going to the mall, Mom," Jen offered. "I'm going to change my clothes and then Daddy is going to drive us."

"Okay, Jennifer." Jen's mom turned to me and smiled. "Maybe we can chat and get to know each other a little better next time, Cindy."

I nodded. "I'd like that, Mrs. Harris."

"Come on, Cindy, I want to get going," Jen said as she grabbed my hand and began pulling me out of the living room. "My room is upstairs."

Jen didn't release my hand as she led me to the winding staircase that went up to the second floor. I was a little uncomfortable, but when Jen squeezed my hand, I began to relax. It was strange holding hands with my friend knowing her mom could see us.

We walked down a hallway and then Jen opened the door to her room. When we stepped inside the large bedroom, my eyes began to dart around. Jen's bedroom was almost as big as the living room at my house.

On one side of the room, there was a four post, queen sized bed with a ruffled canopy covering it. At the foot of the bed, there was a couch facing an entertainment center with a big television and stereo equipment. While I stood in awe and stared at her room, Jen picked up a remote and turned on some music.

"This is the greatest bedroom I've ever seen, Jen. It's so big!"

"Yeah, it's a lot to clean, but I really like it."

"Did you ever bring your boyfriend here?" I held my breath waiting for her answer.

Jen shook her head. "No, you're the first friend I ever had here, Cindy." Jen sat on her bed and extended her hand. "Come here for a minute."

I took her hand and let her guide me next to her. I sat close and Jen put her arm around my waist, letting her hand rest on my hip. Her fingers pressed against me and I sighed.

Jen twisted to face me, moved her lips to mine and we shared a quick kiss. "You're the first person I've ever kissed in my bed too," Jen said and then she kissed me again. "Maybe you can spend the night with me sometime and we can make love in my bed."

Jen and I started at one another for a moment and then she let go of me. She stood up, closed her bedroom door and began to strip. When she was naked, Jen went to her dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. Jen pulled the sheer blue garment up her legs and turned around, showing me her thong.

"You look so sexy in those," I said, keeping my eyes glued to her.

"You will look sexy in a thong too, Cindy. We can get you some at the mall." Jen pulled a matching bra out of the drawer and put it on, hooking it between her breasts. Like the thong, the bra was sheer and I could see her nipples through the material.

I thought about what Jen said about how I'd look in a thong and wondered what Mom would say if I bought underwear like the things Jen was wearing. When Jen said, "Remember, I want my girlfriend to be sexy," I didn't care what my mom thought.

Jen told me to follow her and we went into her private bathroom. In one corner was a large glass enclosed shower stall with a bench along one wall. The counter had two sinks and a lot of drawers and cabinets.

Jen began fixing her hair, brushing and styling it. She pulled it into a tight ponytail and secured it with a scrunchy. While I watched, Jen started to talk to me.

"We moved here after I had some trouble at my last school. I hooked up with a guy that treated me like shit and asked me to do some really weird stuff with him. He was a senior and liked to show me off to his friends."

Jen turned around, leaned against the counter and gazed into my eyes.

"One night we were at a party and we got kind of drunk. He started to make out with me and the next thing I knew, he had my blouse open and my boobs out of my bra." Tears filled Jen's eyes and I went over and took her in my arms. "He let the other guys at the party see me like that and then he told them they could touch me."

I felt Jen's body shaking as she told me about her ordeal. I started to stroke her back and she leaned closer to me.

"By the end of the night, I was naked and a bunch of guys were mauling me. My ex-boyfriend made me go down on him and give him a blowjob while his friends played with me. When he told me to give the other guys blowjobs, I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the house."

"It must have been horrible for you, Jen," I said as I held her tight.

Jen pulled back so she could look into my eyes and nodded her head. "I really didn't mind being seen-at least my boobs, but the rest of it was a nightmare. The worst thing was what happened the next few days at school. Even though I didn't, a lot of the guys said I blew them and some of them said they fucked me."

Jen was crying now and I tried to comfort her. The feeling of her in my arms was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

"My dad found out about what happened and sold our house so we could move." Jen looked into my eyes again. "I wanted things to be different here, but then I met Brian. At first he was really nice, but then he changed."

"How?" I asked.

Jen shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, he just did. When we first started to go out, he was so sweet, but when we started to fool around, he kept pressuring me for more-more than I wanted to do. That's why I broke up with him, Cindy."

"Aren't you scared he will do the same thing as before, you know, start spreading rumors about what you guys did?"

Jen giggled and shook her head. "I told him if he ever told anyone what we did together, I'd let everyone know he had a tiny cock."

I couldn't help laughing and neither could Jen. She stopped crying and we kissed before separating so she could wash her face and finish dressing.

"Did he have a tiny one?" I had never seen a guy's penis and had no idea what was big or small.

"Not really, but he was afraid I'd say he did and then he would be embarrassed."

Jen went back into her room and opened her closet door. The closet was a walk in and I followed her. There were clothes bars on both sides and shelves on the back wall. Her closet was filled with clothing and the shelves were filled with shoes and sweaters.

Taking a cute blouse from a hanger, Jen buttoned it and then took a pair of stretch pants off another hanger. She went to the bed, sat down and pulled them on. When she stood up, she tugged the pant over her hips.

The pants Jen wore were skintight and made her butt look so good to me. She turned in front of her full-length mirror and ran her hands over her bottom. The pants were cut to ride low on her hips and the back of her thong peeked out above the waistband.

"This is why I love thongs," She said as she thrust her butt out. "No panty lines."

"It looks like your naked under your pants, Jen."

Jen nodded, grinned and said, "I know-cool isn't it."

I walked over to her, rubbed her bottom and then gave her a pinch. She squealed and jumped away from me. Jen and I left her room and went back downstairs.

Jen's dad drove us to the mall and told her to call when we needed a ride home. We went inside and began going from store to store. I had almost two hundred dollars to spend and Jen told me she was going to help me spend every dime.

Our first stop was at a shop that specialized in small petite clothes. I wore a size four and the shop had an endless selection of stylish clothes. Jen picked out a couple of skirts for me and led me into the dressing room. I tried on the short skirts and liked both of them.

"Damn, Girl, you look so sexy in that skirt," Jen told me as I adjusted the kaki wrap-around skirt I was trying on. She slipped her hand through the slit in the skirt and rubbed my moms.

"Stop that, Jen."

"Why, don't you like it?"

I giggled. "I like it too much, I'm afraid of what I'll do if you don't stop."

We both laughed and Jen removed her hand. I took the skirt off and placed it on the bench with the other one I was planning to buy. Before I could put my skirt back on, Jen slipped her hand into my panties and pushed her finger into my pussy. She fingered me for a moment and then pulled her hand out. Jen put her finger into her mouth, sucked it and then grinned.

"Yum, you taste so good."

I giggled and finished dressing. I took my items to the counter, paid for them and left the store. We went to a few other shops and I picked up a couple more skirts and tops. Jen and I went to the food-court, got lunch and found a table.

"I need to get some jeans for school too," I said between bites of my burger.

Jen smiled at me, winked and said, "I want you to wear skirts, Cindy. You have great legs and I want to be able to see them."

I thought her request was a bit strange. Jen was telling me how to dress and I wasn't sure I wanted her to. When she reached across the table and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb, I exhaled and gazed into her eyes.

"Will you wear skirts for me, Sweetie?" Jen's voice was low and sexy.

I nodded and then she smiled. Jen winked at me and said, "Remember what that means?"

Blushing, I nodded my head and grinned. We finished our lunch and continued our shopping. By the time Jen led me to the lingerie shop, I was almost out of money. I had several bags of new clothes and told Jen that I didn't have enough money to buy expensive underwear. Jen just smiled and pulled me into the store.

I had always bought my underwear at the discount stores and when I started to look at the selections, realized I could buy a lot of things for the price of one outfit at the lingerie shop. When I told Jen that I could get my underwear somewhere else, she ignored me.

Jen began to shop like she had a mission. She looked into my bags and started to gather panties that matched my new outfits. Once she had an arm full of panties, most of them thongs, she turned and said, "What size bra do you wear?"

"Um, a thirty-four B, I think."

"We'll have you measured so we can get the right size." Jen asked a sales clerk for help and we went to the back of the store.

The clerk asked me to take off my top and waited as I reluctantly removed my shirt. She took a cloth tape measure and put it around me, right over my boobs. Then she measured under my breasts and said, "You needs a thirty-four B or C. Take off your bra and we'll try one on."

The bra I was wearing was an A cup, but was too small on me. I was embarrassed, but did as I was told and removed my bra. The clerk handed me a bra and told me to put it on. Once I had the garment on, she tugged and pulled at it. When she put her finger into the cup and moved it, I gasped.

"I think the B cup will be fine for now," the clerk said. "A C would be too big."

I took off the bra and put mine back on. Jen and the sales clerk went back into the store and began selecting bras as I watched. Jen matched the bras to the panties and then showed them to me. By the time she was finished, Jen had selected six new bras to go with the twelve pairs of panties she held.

"This is so cool," Jen said. "We wear the same size undies so we can share."

I smiled at her and glanced at the sales clerk. She was smiling as she listened to Jen.

We went to the counter and waited as the clerk totaled up the items. When she told me the total cost, I about fainted.

Leaning close to Jen, I whispered, "I don't have enough money, Jen."

Jen grinned, reached into her purse and took out a credit card. She handed it to the clerk and then turned to me and put her arm around my waist. Jen kissed my cheek and said, "Happy birthday, Sweetie."

Jen didn't whisper and I looked up at the clerk to see if she heard Jen. The girl was smiling and putting the items into a bag. When the clerk handed me the bag and showed Jen where to sign the slip, she said, "Have fun."

After signing the slip, Jen took her copy and handed the girl the original. She giggled and said, "We will, thanks for your help."

"Anytime," the girl replied.

I was blushing as we left the store and went to the pay phones so Jen could call her dad for a ride home. We went outside and waited for him to arrive and Jen helped me hold my bags.

"Jen, thank you for buying the undies for me, but you didn't have to do it."

"I know, Cindy, I wanted to. Besides, now we can trade with each other. Jen, I didn't want to give you too much at the party yesterday. Most of the kids at school don't know about where I live or my parents. It would just have made them feel bad."

I smiled and nodded.

Jen laughed and said, "You know, I just want to get into your panties, don't you?"

I laughed at what she said and grinned. "I want to get into yours too, but when you're wearing them."

"So, I guess you like pussy then."

"I like yours," I said. "Jen, I loved it when I did it to you this morning-I can't wait until we can do it again."

Jen's expression turned serious and she looked straight into my eyes. "I can't wait either, Cindy. I think I'm..."

Jen's dad pulled up before Jen could finish what she was saying. We got into the backseat and fastened our seatbelts before he pulled away. While he drove, he asked about our shopping trip. Jen told him we had fun and I agreed.

I had Jen drop me off at home and told her I'd see her at school the next day. Jen nodded and said, "Call me tonight, okay?" Holding her thumb and little finger like a phone.

"Okay, I will. Thank you for driving us, Mr. Harris. It was nice meeting you."

"You're welcome, Cindy. I look forward to seeing you again," Jen's dad told me as I got out of the car and gathered my bags. I waved as Jen and her dad pulled away and disappeared down the street.