Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Under the terms of the Berne convention all works by this author are copyrighted. Re-posting, redistribution, inclusion in another work, or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except that it may be posted as part of a review. For permission, please e-mail: storyguy@hotmail.com or visit my website at:/~storyguy/ YOUNG MODELS - 2 2A - SUE The week flew by and it was now time for Sue to start her new job. She reported into the personnel office to fill out a few forms and was then met by Meg. "Let's go," Meg ordered. The two walked down the hall to a large room filled with racks of clothes. In one corner was a desk with another girl sitting at it. Meg explained, "This is where you get the clothes that you are going to try on. They'll be all set for you." "Mary," introduced Meg, "This is Sue. She's new here. Sue, this is Mary. She's the one who'll tell you what rack is yours." After Mary had explained the procedures, the two girls left heading to the changing room with their racks. As they walked, Meg continued her instruction. "Each piece has a folder with it. Just put on the clothing and take the folder with you. Some of the combinations really look stupid but don't worry. Just put on any top and bottom. Don't bother to try and match the outfit, it doesn't make any difference. When the fitter looks at you, they'll take the folder. I guess they make notes in them or something. Once they say OK, you just go put on another set. That's it." By that time, they had reached the changing room. "That's easy enough," answered Sue. The two started to work. Meg had been right about the crazy outfits they ended up in. Flannel shirts with dress skirts; stripes with plaids; clashing colors; everyone joked as they put on their outfits. Sue fit right in with her co-workers and quickly picked up the routine. Everything was going smoothly with the fitters also. Occasionally they would tug on something but generally just accepted the fit on sight. The next item on Sue's rack was a pair of very low slung pants. As she slipped them on, she found that the pants were even lower than her panties. Not wanting to go out with her panties showing, she rolled the waistband down until they were hidden. She slipped on the next top, which happened to be a half shirt and went out to the fitters. The next available fitter was one of the men. He took the folder and studied its contents and then looked at Sue. Reaching out, he gripped the side seams of the pants and tugged at them. Evidently not satisfied, he reached for the waist and plunged his hand into the pants. Even though Sue had been warned this may happen, she gasped as the hand actually went inside her panties and she felt his fingers brush her hair. She turned bright red with embarrassment but said nothing. "Sorry," the fitter muttered as he pulled his hand out and proceeded to unsnap the pants, lower the zipper, and fold them open exposing the seam of the waist. Sue almost died. Here was a man who she had never met, who she didn't even know his name, starting to strip her. She had to really fight her instinct to grab the pants and run. She tried to remain still but her gasp gave away her true feelings. "New, huh?" commented the fitter as he unrolled the panties and redid the pants. Looking up he smiled at Sue, who still look terrorized. "I thought I could yell at the design people but you foiled my plans!" Sue, seeing the fitter smile and joke with her, relaxed a little but continued to blush. This time, however, it was not because of her near exposure but because of what she perceived as a stupid move on her part. "Don't worry about it," the fitter continued, "In case you haven't noticed, all women wear panties. I've seen all shapes and sizes." He chuckled as he made the remark and continued. "When I saw the bulge in the waistband, I thought it was a screw up. You almost made my day." "Sorry," gushed Sue, "I guess it was pretty dumb of me to roll my panties but I didn't know what to do. I..." "Its OK," interrupted the fitter, "I'm the one who should apologize. I didn't realize they were rolled. I didn't mean to put my hand where I did either." It was now his turn to blush. Having the fitter seemingly uncomfortable putting his hand into her pants immediately relaxed Sue. "I know that you were just doing your job," she explained. She paused for a moment and then jokingly asked, "Was it good for you, too?" Both laughed at the comment and the fitter cracked, "Get out of here and put on another outfit. I've got work to do!" Still laughing, Sue walked back into the changing room. She had really been concerned about having someone else's hand in her pants but found that it was, as she had been told, no big deal. She knew that she would be able to handle the job just fine. 2B - JO The day Sue started her new job, Jo walked into an empty house after school. It was a little strange not having her sister there but Jo quickly dismissed the sensation. She went into the bedroom and stripped off the clothes she had worn to school. She pulled a pair of shorts and a T from her drawer and put them on. She usually took her bra off after school but this time left it on. She always wore a bra to school - it was just "the thing to do" - but seldom wore one afterward. She hesitated for a moment then removed the T, took off her bra, and put the T back on. She looked at herself in the mirror. She could see her nipples poking out under the T. She had never really thought about it until the football game. Unfortunately for Jo, that game had changed many things. She continued to study the reflection. Although bras really didn't bother her, it felt so much more comfortable without one. "So what!" she thought to herself, "All girls have nipples. I never wore a bra after school before and I'm not going to start now just because some of the boys are jerks." Smiling, she headed out the door to meet Bob. She saw Bob laying down under a tree with his head on a football. "Hi" she yelled as she walked toward him. He looked up and waived. As she approached the place where he was, a group of boys rounded the trees. She felt strangely disappointed but said nothing. "You guys playing football today?" asked one of the boys. Bob looked over at Jo. She was going to say yes but then remembered the ordeal of the previous week. "No, my arm's still a little sore," she replied. "I don't feel like playing either," was Bob's comment. Jo realized he had said no because she had. Why would he have brought a ball if he wasn't going to play? "Oh go on," she said to Bob, "I'd kinda like to watch you." "OK" Bob said smiling at Jo. "Let's go." The boys walked down to the field and Jo took Bob's place under the tree. As the game progressed, Jo unconsciously was watching Bob more than the game. He was playing quarterback and she was impressed with his ability. He wasn't without problems, however. Even though his team won the game decidedly, Bob had bobbled the ball when it was centered to him at least ten times and had even fumbled it four times. As the game ended, Bob headed for Jo and the other boys left. "Great game!" Jo hollered out. "Ya, great," answered Bob as he sat down, "I fumbled the ball four times. We're lucky that we won." "Bet I can cure that," bragged Jo. "Go ahead," challenged Bob. "Come on," said Jo, accepting the challenge. "Let's go over to the picnic area." The two walked over to the deserted picnic area. Upon arriving, Jo turned to Bob and said, "You're standing to far away from the center. Try moving closer. Gimme the ball. I'll center it to you." Bob handed the ball to Jo and she got onto position. "Ready?" she asked. Bob crouched down behind her without answering her. "Move up," she instructed. Bob shuffled a few inches closer. "You're still too far back. I won't bite you, you know." she joked. Then, getting more serious, she continued, "You gotta get right behind the center's butt and put your hands real close. That way, you don't have to catch the ball. He just puts it in your hands." Bob moved in even closer and put his hands between her legs. He was careful not to get too close though and held his hands a little lower than normal. He was nervous about accidentally touching what he knew he shouldn't. "Like this?" he asked. "Lemme show you," she answered as she stood up. She walked behind him and instructed, "You center the ball to me." He moved forward to the ball and got into position to center it. As he did, Jo crouched behind him as the quarterback. Bob felt her lean forward and then her hands snaked between his legs. Her arms were curled around his ass and her hand was a mere inch from his balls. He could feel his cock start to harden from the sensation. His hands were on the ball but his mind was on the girl's hands between his legs. His concentration was broken by her voice. "See where my hands are? That's where yours should be." As she finished her statement, she stood and moved back around him. Crouching before him, she continued, "You try it." He crouched behind her but didn't dare to get too close. His cock was now stiff and he hoped she wouldn't feel it on her ass. He put his hands between her legs but was still careful not to contact her body. She stood and turned to face him. "I know what your problem is," she stated. "Huh?" was all he could manage. Did she know that he was hard? Before he could think anymore she spoke. "Give me your hand." He had no idea what she was thinking or what she was going to do but he held his hand out to her anyway. She took his wrist in one hand and turned it so that his palm was facing up. With her other hand, she pushed the back of his hand forward and jammed it between her legs. He jumped as his hand landed squarely on her pussy and was held there by her hand. He looked at her but was unable to speak. Jo could tell that Bob was afraid to touch her. She realized all the instruction in the world wouldn't accomplish anything if he wouldn't get into position correctly. She really didn't care if he touched her so she decided to show him. She thought that once he had put his hand between her legs, he would be able to concentrate on being a quarterback instead of concentrating on not touching her. When she pushed his hand between her legs, he jumped and sent a little jolt through her body that she had never felt before. She gasped at the sensation but quickly recovered her composure. She released his hand. For a short moment, he didn't move then finally allowed his hand to fall. She spoke again, "See, you touched me and I didn't bite. Stop trying to keep your hands away and just get the ball." She turned and once again positioned herself on the ball. Bob was frozen. He had naturally thought many times about what it would be like to touch a girl "there" but he never expected it would happen today. He couldn't believe he had just had a girl's pussy in his hand. He heard her speak but the words just didn't penetrate his mind. His trance like state was broken when she said, "Ready?" He looked down and saw that she was once again going to center the ball. Football was the last thing he wanted to think about but he knew she wouldn't give up until she was satisfied that he had gotten her point. He crouched down behind her closely. He didn't care if she knew he had a hardon or not. He thrust his hands between her legs. His forearm was pressed against her butt cheek. Everything was just as she had instructed. He just wanted to get it over with so he could concentrate on what had happened that afternoon. Jo felt Bob get into position behind her. His hands were between her legs and she could feel the pressure of his arm on her ass. Part of her wanted to push back harder against him but she fought to drive those feelings from her mind. They frightened her. She wanted to think about football. She knew he was in the perfect quarterback position behind her. She slammed the ball into his hands and took a few steps forward. Turning toward him and smiling, she commented, "Do it like that and you'll never drop the ball again." He smiled back at her answering, "Thanks." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his watch. He really didn't care what time it was but felt it would be a good excuse. He had a raging boner that was begging for attention. "What time is it?" asked Jo. "Quarter of five," he answered. "I gotta get going. I've gotta be home by five," Jo stated as she turned to leave. "See you tomorrow?" yelled Bob. "OK" Jo yelled back as she walked away. Alone now she replayed Bob's hand on her crotch in her mind. She didn't understand it. She had touched herself there thousands of times but it never felt like that. She always had a pussy between her legs but had never thought about it much until now. What had happened? Why were things different now? She walked home deep in thought.