Chapter 8

I rode my new scooter to the mall and after a long search, I found Claire’s small shop closed. At first, I was very disappointed but then I remembered that she closed for special customers. I determined that I would wait for a while and see if she would open again later. I went to the food court for lunch.

When I had my tray in-hand, I search for a table, but could not find one. Then a girl my age waved to me and invited me to join her. I took a deep breath and hoped to make my first American friend.

“Oh!” The girl looked surprised to see me. “Oh, I’m sorry! I thought I knew you.”

Embarrassed, I looked away. “Forgive me. I am new here and I thought...” I trailed off feeling foolish and awkward. Why would they have wanted a stranger to join them? I turned to leave but one of the boys stopped me.

“Hey, wait! Don’t go.” A handsome boy with fair skin and fair eyes stood. “If you’re new here, I betting you don’t have many friends yet, right?” I nodded. “Well, sit and make some. I’m Mike. And this is...” He introduced everyone at the table.

Slowly I warmed up to the group. I learned they were students at the local high school – most of them would be my classmates soon. A few of them gave me their numbers and I put them into my phone memory. Mike gave me his and would not be satisfied until I gave him mine.

After a while, they broke up to finish their own purpose and I suddenly remembered my own. I returned to the shop and found it open. Claire was ringing up a sale for one customer and another was shopping. As soon as she was free, she came to greet me.

“Rosa! Ma chére!” she kissed both my cheeks and I kissed hers. “But where is Doris?”

“I came on my own. To thank you for the lovely lingerie you gave me.”

“Oh, my poppet, it was nothing. Did they fit?”

“Oh, quite well. See for yourself.” I lifted my shirt so that she could see the beautiful dark blue satin bra that curved around my breast but just under my nipple.

Claire paused for a moment and then locked the door. She knelt before me and unbuttoned my blouse. “C’est magnifique.” she whispered. Then to my shock, she took my nipple between her lips and sucked it gently.

I gasped as I trembled. I felt my honey building along the lips of my vulva. She sucked my nipples and I could barely contain the pleasure. I could feel the pleasure mounting and knew that I would burst if she continued. I tried to speak but only an incoherent groan passed my lips. The damn burst and I felt the river that I now know was ejaculate pour forth. My knees buckled and I fell into Claire’s arms. She lay me down and lifted my skirt. She placed her lips on the wet stain upon my underwear and sucked gently. It was as if an electrical current passed through me; I could only spasm with indescribable ecstasy. She did this for mere moments but I lay insensible for a long time after.

Eventually, I was able to gather myself and leave the shop. At the door, Claire kissed my cheeks again. “Here, pet,” she gave me a gift card. “I want you to come visit again.”

As she closed the door, I hear a gasp behind me. It was several of the girls I meet at lunch.

“You shop at Mme Claire’s?”

“She is...” I paused and thought of the right word “ ... a friend.”

“OMG! No one shops in there – you have to have an appointment.”

“Of course not; I just walked in today.” Quickly, I learned that was unheard of. Mme Claire sees only the most exclusive clients by appointment only. To prove it, one of the girls tried to enter the shop and was summarily dismissed. Some of the girls beg me to get them appointments, the others beg to see what garments I have from the shop. As there was one more weekend before school started, I promised to ask Dad if I may have a slumber party.

I went home pleased with my day.