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Mall
by deirdre, 1/28/96

"Well?"  said Diane, suddenly out of the blue.  I didn't get what she was
thinking of.

"Well what?" I responded.

"What do you think of *that* one?"

I realized what, I mean *who*, she was talking about: this girl who had just
walked by us in an entirely-too-brief bikini.  We were relaxing in the sun
with our daiquiris, talking just a little *too* much.  I giggled, but didn't
know why Diane would point out the girl.  "A bit daring.  She must figure
she's got the body for it," I finally responded.  I suppose I *could* have
worn a bikini, even if my body wasn't quite like that 20-year-old's, but I'm
more of a one-piece kind of person.

"And she does, too, the little devil," responded Diane.  She just stared as
the girl continued to walk away.  "Couldn't you just imagine licking that
rear?"

Gulp.  "What?!"

Diane giggled.  Without meaning to, I found my eyes on the girl's rear: the
bikini bottom wasn't a g-string by any means, but the legs *were* cut awfully
high.  "It's just so *cute*," continued Diane.  "You know, I did that once, in
college."

"Did what?"

"Licked a woman's rear--just one time."

I was agog.  I don't know *what* I would have done if I hadn't had the drinks,
but as it was I just sat there thinking.  Diane after women?  Well, she said
it was in college: a little one-time fling.  I tried to act collected: "A
little experimenting?"

"Sort of--she was assisting in this swim class."  I realized I'd prompted her
to go on, and there was indeed a part of me that did want to know the story.
"We could take swimming for phys ed and Liz was a senior helping out with the
class.  After the semester was over, we were both around for the summer
session and she coached me a few more times."  She paused for a little while,
then went on.  "She had a key and we could get in in the mornings before the
pool opened.  At the end of Summer once, at our lockers after our showers,
she... well, she started telling me to do things."  She paused.  *Things*?  I
almost said it out loud, but I guess my inhibitions made me just sit there
silently waiting for her to continue.

"She told me to come over to where she was.  I didn't know what was up and did
it, still wrapped in my towel.  She then said 'Get on your knees for a
minute'.  I was confused by it all, but I did it just like she said.  Then she
took off her towel and looked down at me.

"*She* had a *really* great body--she was hletic and in perfect shape.  I
guess I'd had a crush on her for a while but just didn't realize it.  I still
remember: she smiled at me, then turned around so her rear was right in front
of me.  She put a hand on the lockers to brace herself and looked over her
shoulder down at me.  'You like my rear?' she asked.  Then she said 'Touch
it.'

"It *was* so perfect--muscular and round.  I reached up and touched her cheek.

She giggled a little and told me to get dressed.  We walked back to her dorm
room.  I think she had a room by herself for the summer.  When we got there,
she put her hand on my face and sort-of caressed my cheek and chin--I still
remember that: she was a little shorter than I was and I felt like this big
geek next to her.

"Then she pulled off her shorts and underpants.  I stood there like an idiot.
She lay on the bed face down and twisting around so she could see me, told me
to get between her legs.

"I was right there at her rear.  She told me to kiss it.  I kissed her cheek
and she told me to do it 'between'.  I pulled her cheeks apart and tried.  She
said to use my tongue and I did.  Then she turned back away so she wasn't
facing me.  I just did it some more and she just said 'nice', once in a while,
and I heard her breath catch a little.  Finally she said 'OK' and hopped up
and pulled on her clothes again.  She said 'You're a good little learner' and
opened the door, signalling me to leave.  On the way out, she gave my rear a
little pat.

"In the hall, there was another girl--probably a senior because it was a
senior hall, and I still remember that she and Liz exchanged these sly little
smiles while I stood there like an idiot.  And that's the last I ever saw of
her."

Well, I didn't know how to answer *that*.  It would seem natural to ask her if
she had other such experiences or thoughts, but there was *no way* I was going
to continue along those lines.  Actually, we just sat there a while, me
feeling a bit uncomfortable, and then we talked about other things.

Well, the next morning, the whole story came back to me, and without the
influence of drink, I was feeling absolutely mortified.  Diane telling me
those things!  It was going to be hard to face her for lunch--part of me
wished we hadn't planned something quite so soon.  I'd rather have had more
time to get used to what she'd said.

"You're having trouble with it, aren't you?"  Diane said in the middle of our
lunch conversation.

"With what?"

"My little confession yesterday.  I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

"No, I'm ok."

"You're not afraid of me now, are you?"

"No--I guess we do a lot of wild things in college: it's not like you do that
stuff now."

She didn't answer.  I looked at her and suddenly felt funny.  Something about
the look on her face.  The moment suddenly seemed awkward to me and I
involuntarily giggled to try and cover it up.  Then she spoke: "I did it
again."

"No!" came my involuntary answer.

She smiled.  "Last night, with that girl we saw."

"Diane..." I was at a loss to know how to go on.  I must have been blushing so
much.

"It's really rather nice."

"Diane!"  I stood up from the table.  My reflexes were about to make me run,
but for a moment I stood there, my brain still trying to figure out what I
should be doing.

"Jeez I'm sorry, I embarrassed you," she said, quickly putting some money on
the table.  We left, having hardly touched our lunches.

Out in the mall, we walked and I realized Diane was leading the way.  And I
came to think she had the right idea: shopping together would take our minds
off our disastrous conversation.  Why had Diane pushed the subject so much?
Did she want me to know this stuff about her?

She'd led me into a clothing store and was talking to a salesgirl.  The
salesgirl led us toward the back, then right into the stock room.  "Get on
your knees," said Diane to me, as she did it herself.  Suddenly I was
confused.  Diane pulled on my arm and I ended up kneeling too.  The salesgirl
lifted her skirt and turned away from us.  She wore nothing underneath!  We
were on our knees right behind her.  She looked back at us over her shoulder.
Diane looked at me and grabbed the woman's hips, one hand on each side.  She
smiled at me and gave me a slight nod.

I stood up and practically ran out of there.  I'd been kneeling behind that
woman!  I reached the mall and looked back.  No sign of them.  I sat down on a
nearby bench, my heart beating almost out of my chest.  I suddenly realized
that the salesgirl was the same girl as we saw at the pool, or at least it
might have been her.

I'd driven us to the mall so I had to wait for Diane.  I was so confused, just
sitting there.  I waited and waited.  Occasionally a vision of them back there
flashed through my mind.  Doing whatever.  *That* certainly kept me on edge.

I waited.  Finally the salesgirl came out and saw me.  Seeing her again, I was
almost certain it was the girl from the pool.  She came over.  "Your friend
left through the back," she said.

I stood.  What do I do now?  "Do you know where she went?"  I asked.

"Come," she said and headed back into the store.  I didn't know what else to
do so I followed her.  She allowed me to catch up and we walked toward the
back of the store.  "Listen, please don't be angry with your friend," she
said.

"I'm not," I answered, just to be saying something.  We'd reached the back of
the store and were walking into the same stock room.

"It really isn't so bad--you should see what it feels like when someone does
it to you."

"Uh..." Suddenly I was wary.

"You'd see why we like it.  I want to show you what it feels like."  Suddenly
she was on her knees, undoing my pants!  She briefly looked up at me.

She was such a lovely little creature.  I had the brief thought that she
planned to put her tongue right on my anus.  I didn't move.  She turned me
around, having gotten my pants and underpants down.  She started caressing my
cheeks, then put a finger between them.  I twisted around for a second to see
her and she smiled up at me.  She licked a finger, then started touching me
with it, back there.

The feeling!  I was facing the wall, but in seconds, my mind was mush.  She
kept touching me for a while.  Then I felt her spreading my cheeks, and felt
her tongue.  I know my breathing was no longer normal.

I looked again.  It was Diane!  She was completely naked and a long black
cloth was tied around her eyes!  The woman was standing a bit behind Diane.
She had this satisfied smile on her face.

I lie on my bed on my stomach, my chin resting on my fists.  I'm naked and my
legs are spread.  Diane is between them, holding my cheeks apart, her tongue
right *there*.  Occasionally I indulge myself like this and give in to her
constant begging to come see me over and over.  I shut my eyes, lay my head
sideways and slide one hand under my body so I can reach my clitoris.

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