Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Molly hurried back into the house, and into her clothing, finishing just before her parents pulled into the driveway. She tried to relax, and joined her family for a quiet lunch, but the water spirit's words kept coming back to her, "You will need the touch of a man before you face Shebeth." The problem was that Shebeth already had the only man she wanted, and anyway, how could she just ask a guy for sex? In a town like this, if she did everyone would know she was a slut before a week was out. Her mom was looking at her, so Molly forced a smile. "Honey, I know you are still thinking about what happened with Eric, why don't you go into town and shop?" With that her mom pulled a few bills out of her wallet, and pushed them across the table to Molly. Molly counted the money quickly, $60? A trip to Birmingham to shop with enough money for a nice outfit? Molly wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Thanks mom!" Molly gushed, giving her mom a quick kiss then running for the ferry. Luckily their home was only a half mile from the dock, so she was quickly there, just as the ferry arrived. She waited for the cars and people to file off, then paid her fare and walked upstairs. It was quiet, it took her a moment to realize why, there weren't as many guys on the ferry-none at all from her class... She saw Larry Smith, Tony's younger brother, and went up to him. "Hey Larry, have you seen your brother today?" "Naw, he called though. He said he was at a party last night and crashed there. " Molly was relieved that Tony was alive at least. She really didn't know what to do. Well, the mall would be a break anyway. The rest of the ferry trip was boring, but she preferred it that way, it let her think. Once at the mall she wondered, window shopping. It wasn't often that she had money, and she wanted to spend it well. Something the other girls in class would envy. She was doing a little window shopping of boys too-hey, you couldn't get pregnant by looking! She saw a face she recognized, a cute boy from one of the track teams her school faced. Birmingham north she thought, her school regarded them as a "rival," but most of the other schools didn't worry about her school, no real superstars in any sport on the island. She had a thought, if he said anything about her, most folks at her school would think it was just psych warfare, and wouldn't believe it. But how could she approach him? He was cute, and girls didn't ask guys, and, and, and... Wait, magic was working for her, right? She worked up a simple spell, "Goddess, give me the confidence to do what must be done, Goddess, give me the confidence to do what must be done, Goddess, give me the confidence to do what must be done." Repeating the spell three times gave it power, and she felt something go through her, like an electric shock. Suddenly she wasn't as afraid, and she knew she could do this. She walked up to him. "Um, hi?" She almost stuttered, but a flow of energy flowed through her, calming her tongue. "Hey, do I know you?" He asked. "I'm Molly, I saw you at a few track meets, I'm alone today and guess I just needed a friendly face." He smiled at her, and she relaxed. "My name is James, but my friends all call me Jim." He replied. "Thank you Jim." She tried to think, "Whatcha doing today?" He blushed, "Well, to be honest, just scoping girls." She giggled, then screwed up her courage. Unbuttoning her top button (which didn't really show any cleavage), she asked, "Were you scoping me at all?" He looked her up and down, "Well, to be honest not yet, but you are worth scoping." Molly wished she was wearing a skirt instead of pants, she hadn't been planning on flirting today, just hanging around the house. Then she had an idea. "I know how much guys hate shopping, but would you go to one store with me? Please?" He looked at her, and said "Sure." She dragged him into hot topic, and found a nice short skirt-probably shorter than she would ever wear in public. "Do you think this would look good on me?" She asked teasingly. He gulped, "Um, yeah." "Hmm, I will have to try it on for you then. Hmm, what else..." The store only had a tiny underwear section, but she found a pair of lacy red panties, "How about these?" "Oh yeah!" He groaned. Just then a sales clerk walked over to them, she said "Miss, you can try on most clothing, but you will have to buy the panties before you wear them." Molly already knew they would fit, she looked at the price tag. Fifteen dollars! Ouch. She looked at Jim and decided they were worth it, if it helped her with her `problem.' "OK, I'll buy these, but find me a top to go with this skirt." The sales lady scowled, but quickly grabbed a tube top, "Here, you won't need a bra under this." It was clearly a challenge, but one Molly was up for. She paid for the underwear, and then went to the lone changing room at the back of the store. She realized she was kind of being a slut, but she also realized she wanted to be one, just this once. She knew this guy probably would never see her again, and that he wouldn't tell anyone she would know. She wouldn't let him take pictures, so anything she did today wouldn't matter tomorrow. Besides, she needed to lose her virginity, she couldn't exactly do that with a guy she had just met without being a slut! She pulled the curtain, then realized only James and the sales lady were in the store, so she shifted the curtain a few inches, leaving a small gap. She then focused only on changing her clothing, refusing to see if Jim had taken advantage of the opportunity to peek. She lifted her shirt off, unhooked her bra, then pulled the tube shirt over her breasts. It barely covered them, and she ended up with two visible swells at the top in order to contain them. She knew how naughty the top looked, and realized it was even worse as her nipples were trying to burst through the fabric. She unbuttoned her jeans, then pushed them and her panties down in one motion, only then did she glance at the mirror and see the crack in the curtain. She saw Jim staring hungrily at her legs, and then saw the sales clerk looking too. `Hmph, must be a lesbian.' Molly thought. She actually considered skipping the panties, but she had paid for them... She slipped them on slowly, sitting on a chair in the dressing room and pointing her legs at the opening in the curtain. Once they were on, she pulled on the skirt and zipped it in place, it barely covered the panties. Opening the curtain, she called to Jim, as though she didn't know he was right outside. "Jim? Oh, there you are, I'm worried this skirt shows too much, can you check it for me?" "It looks fine," he stammered. "No, I mean, if I move like this?" She asked, swishing her legs from side to side, letting the skirt twirl up. "Or if I bend like this?" She asked, turning away from him and pretending to pick something up from the ground. She peeked between her legs, and saw him staring at her rear in rapt fascination. "What if I sit like this?" She asked, sitting and crossing, then uncrossing her legs. He didn't look capable of speech, and Molly realized that time was an issue if she wanted to catch a ferry that wouldn't freak her parents. "I guess I should take these off and we can go, I have bored you with shopping enough." She teased him. "No, no, those look nice on you." He stammered. She leaned in to him, "I don't have the money for the skirt and top, sorry, I will need to change back. I will keep the panties on for you if you like, and you can imagine what they look like, and what they are touching..." She didn't know what had gotten into her. Wait, she did know, the spell, it was giving her confidence, and pushing her to do what she needed to do. "Wait," he interrupted, "If I buy them for you, will you wear them for me?" She paused, what commitment would he expect? And could she really walk around the mall like this? "I'm not sure I would be ok walking too many places in this outfit, but if you wanted to take me somewhere private?" He looked hopeful and doubting, like he expected her to say "Just kidding," at any moment. She took his hand in hers, "Listen, I'm just going to put my cards on the table. I'm a virgin, and I don't want to be one when I go to college. I don't normally act like this, but I can't do anything with any of the senior guys at my high school, and don't want to do anything with one of the younger guys. If we do this, it would be a onetime thing; you wouldn't ever see me again. Oh, and you need to use a condom..." He looked down at her hands, and his. He gave her a silly grin, and shifted her hands onto his lap, where she felt her first penis. It was warm, and hard, and nice, and she was getting quite hot. He pulled one of his hands from hers, pulled out his wallet, and showed her two condoms, "From my mom, `just in case,'" he admitted. "I help out at the old theatre, I have a key, it won't be the most comfortable, but I can spread out a blanket. Better than the back of a car anyway." She followed him to the counter, where he purchased the skirt and top, and the sales lady cut off the tags for him (and copped a feel in the process, but Molly found that she didn't mind just then). Then she got in his car and went with him to the theatre. No one was around as they slipped inside, and she followed him to the main stage. He found a couple of rugs, making a soft area, then threw the blanket over the rugs. "Do you think I'm being a slut?" The question surprised her, even as it came out of her mouth. She knew the spell was helping her overcome her nerves, but he wouldn't know that. "You are an eighteen year-old virgin, unlike most of the girls at my school. I don't think you will be doing this every day, or that you would do lots of guys at once, so no. And I can understand not wanting to go to college a virgin, I didn't have the guts to do what you did though." She blushed as she realized what he was saying, "So you haven't either?" "I never pushed any girl that hard to do this, and I guess if you are not threatening to dump a girl she doesn't want to give it away... I donno, I have no idea what I am missing, so it was not a big deal, you know, but I am looking forward to this." "Well, then I guess I won't keep you waiting." As Molly said this, she hiked her skirt up and pushed her panties down, glad to get the wet fabric away from her skin. Then she realized there might be some blood, she didn't want it on her new skirt, so she unzipped it and pushed it off too, picking it and the panties up and setting them to the side. With that she laid down on the pallet and opened her legs. He knelt between them, and she blushed even more, he seemed fascinated at what he was looking at. Then he looked up at her face, "Sorry, just trying to figure out where to put it." He grinned and she giggled. "I'm sure you will figure it out." She said, "come kiss me." `He might be a virgin, but he was no stranger to kissing' she thought, as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She realized his pants were still on, and she reached down to unbutton them. "I left them on so I wouldn't go to fast," he panted as he broke the kiss. "I'm ready," she said, as she unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans, and he nodded, pushing them and his boxers down before kicking them off. She looked in wonder at his penis, knowing it was about to be inside her. He got off her for a moment, grabbing a condom and rolling it on. She took it in one hand, and put it at her entrance, and he slowly pressed into her. She spread her legs as wide as she could, hoping it would hurt less, but she still hissed when he touched her barrier. "Sorry," he said, stopping and kissing her neck. Molly realized he was too gentle to push it. She wrapped both arms and both legs around him, and shoved her body into his, snapping her pelvis and tearing herself open. It hurt, but there was a sense of accomplishment too. She let go, falling an inch or so back to the pallet, and saw him looking at her with wonder. He gently settled onto her, sliding even deeper, until his balls touched her butt and their pubes were pressed together. "How do you feel?" He asked, concern on his face. "A little sore, but in a good way, and I feel full, you are so big." "You feel really tight, much better than a hand," he grinned at her, then slowly pulled back. Molly found her arms and legs clutching at him, not wanting him to leave her body, but before she could fully react, he pushed into her again, slowly filling her. He repeated this, slowly pulling out, then pressing in, and suddenly her body exploded, lights went off in front of her eyes, and she started rocking her hips uncontrollably. "Was that an orgasm?" he asked in wonder. "It must have been, I don't think anything could feel better than that." She replied, "Now you get one!" He got an odd, concentrating look on his face, and started to move faster. She started to get that feeling again, and then he pushed his entire body into her, grinding his crotch into hers, and she felt his penis pulsing, it was enough to push her over the edge too, and she had her second orgasm in five minutes. They lay together for a while, and she felt him soften inside her before he slipped out. Then he pushed himself up, off of her, and slid the condom off. He wiped his penis off with some of the blanket, then pulled his boxers and pants back on. "Are you sure I can't have your phone number?" He asked. It was sweet of him, but she didn't want to do the long distance thing, "No, it is best if we just keep this as a memory." She looked at him fondly as she pulled her skirt and panties on. "I'm going to keep these panties, and think of you every time I wear them." "I'll think of you wearing them when I jack off at night," he replied, grinning. He drove her back to the ferry, her original clothes in a bag, and then drove away. She paid the fare and climbed onto the ship. Some of the guys from school were ogling her, but she didn't care, it had been a good day.