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Archive name: jeans.txt (FF, 1st les-exp, parody)
Authors name: Sarah Anne Talley (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Story title : Gilmore Girls: Rory's Tight Jeans

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Gilmore Girls: Rory's Tight Jeans 
(F/F-teen, 1st-lesbian exp, TV-show parody)
by Sarah Anne Talley (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

This story is a parody of "The Gilmore Girls" TV show 
which is owned by the WB TV Network. The author doesn't 
mean to infringe on their rights, only to offer an 
alternative work. This story was adapted from a story 
written by SAT and is to be distributed free of charge 
to anyone who wishes to read it. Adult content.

***

Sometimes life is really strange. I'd grown up thinking 
I'd be going to Harvard and here I was going back to 
Princeton for my second year. And being away from Stars 
Hallow (my home town) made me appreciate it more and the 
people that live there too.

But this story is about the summer just past, when I was 
home from college. I was so caught up with school that 
even though I was able to come home regularly I guess I 
sort of ignored my friends. My only excuse is that I'd 
thrown myself into schoolwork 100% and just didn't have 
time to socialize.

But when summer vacation finally arrived I accepted an 
invitation from my old boyfriend Dean. I hadn't seen him 
since leaving Chilton (my preppy high school) but he 
called and asked me out. I was surprised and excited 
that he remembered me, and I gladly accepted.

I was eager to look my best for him, so the day before 
the date I decided to go buy a new pair of designer 
jeans to wear. You know the type I'm talking about -- so 
tight they look like they're painted on. 

*

I walked into a women's clothing store and was greeted 
by a tall, slender saleswoman who appeared to be in her 
late twenties. "May I help you?" she asked politely. I 
told her what I was looking for. 

When I told her the size (which was obviously smaller 
than what I normally wear), she looked me over and 
grinned slightly before heading for the designer jeans 
section.

I followed behind her as she walked. She was attractive, 
with long, flowing black hair and dark skin. She wore a 
very short, light gray dress and black stockings that 
accentuated her long, slim legs. The woman handed me a 
pair of jeans and said, "Here, you can try these on over 
in the dressing room."

After entering the dressing room, I quickly kicked off 
my tennis shoes and removed my shorts. I sat down and 
proceeded to pull the jeans up my legs. For those of you 
who have never tried to put on a pair of tight -- I mean 
really tight -- jeans, I can tell you that there are few 
tasks in life that are more difficult.

When I got them up to my hips, I pulled and pulled, 
trying desperately to get them over my butt. I was able 
to get them part of the way up, but no further.

Whenever I go out wearing tight jeans, I carry a pair of 
pliers in my purse to help me get the jeans on and off, 
like when I go to the bathroom. Unfortunately I forgot 
to bring pliers with me that day.

I figured that maybe the saleswoman could help me 
somehow. I opened the door of the dressing room slightly 
and peeked out. She was right outside. Not wanting any 
of the others in the store to hear, I whispered my 
predicament to her and asked if she could give me a 
hand. She smiled knowingly and replied, "Sure."

She came into the dressing room and shut the door. "Oh 
my, you do have quite a problem here," she quipped after 
examining my situation. "Turn around and hold your arms 
straight out in front of you. Lean forward with your 
hands against the wall."

I did as she asked, feeling like I was about to be 
frisked. Suddenly, realizing that my thong-panties left 
my bottom exposed to the woman, I felt a little 
embarrassed.

She stepped up behind me, gripped the top of the jeans, 
and began tugging them up. I tried to help by holding my 
breath.

The woman seemed to know what she was doing. She would 
pull one side up a little and then do the same on 
another side, and so on and so on. It felt kind of funny 
to have her touch my bare skin with her hands. They even 
grazed the crotch of my panties a couple of times.

In less than a minute, she had inched the jeans all the 
way up. Then she gently grabbed me by the hips and 
turned me around so that I was facing her. She reached 
down and yanked the zipper up. Then she slipped her 
finger inside the front of the waist and fastened the 
snap. She backed up, as if to admire her work, and asked 
me, "Well, how do those feel? Too tight?"

God, they fit like a second skin. I was barely able to 
breathe. I tried to crouch down just a little, and I 
could hardly move. "They're perfect," I gasped.

"Turn around and let me see," the saleswoman requested. 
Without saying a word, I did as she asked. "Mmmm, these 
look great on you," she said. I looked at the reflection 
of my ass in the mirror. She was right. I looked pretty 
hot, if I did say so myself.

"I'll take them," I said excitedly.

"Great. Do you want to wear them out of here, or shall I 
help you take them off so I can wrap them up?" she 
inquired.

It was hot outside, so I told her I wanted to put my 
shorts back on.

"OK then. Sit down on the bench," she told me. I did as 
I was told and leaned back on my elbows. She knelt in 
front of me and snaked her fingers down the front of the 
jeans and unfastened the snap. Then she quickly pulled 
the zipper back down.

"Raise up off the bench a little," she directed me next. 
I had to hold my arms stiff and straight down so that I 
could grab the edge of the bench to lift my rear up. 
That position was not at all comfortable.

I wondered why she wanted me to sit instead of stand. 
She reached underneath me and began tugging the jeans 
down over my bottom. Just a before, I felt the soft 
touches of her hands on my naked skin. Next, she pulled 
the front down a little, gently grazing my panty-covered 
crotch.

Steadily, she worked the jeans down, using the same 
technique that she had used earlier to get them on me. 
Then, she grabbed the waist on both sides.

All at once, she gave a mighty tug and pulled the jeans 
completely off my hips and down to my knees. The force 
surprised me, and I struggled to keep from losing my 
balance.

I looked down and was horrified to see that not only 
were the jeans pulled down, but also my panties had gone 
with them! There I was, with my pussy completely exposed 
in front of a woman I didn't even know.

Before I could say anything, she spoke. "Oops. Sorry 
about that." She was still on her knees on the floor in 
front of me. "I'll take care of that," she said. She 
quickly grabbed the jeans and panties and pulled them 
both completely off!

"W-what are you doing?" I asked in an alarmed tone, but 
quietly enough so no one else in the store could hear.

"Just enjoy it, cutie," was all she said, and quick as a 
cat, she stood up between my legs and was on top of me. 
She shoved me backwards and pinned both my shoulders to 
the wall.

I tried to push her off, but I couldn't get any 
leverage. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her lips 
to mine and forcibly kissed me.

I tried desperately to turn my face away, but she was 
too strong and persistent. She held me firmly and 
continued her assault on my mouth.

Needless to say, I was in a panic. There I was in a 
dressing room, naked from the waist down, being kissed 
heatedly by another woman. I was afraid to scream 
because I didn't want to create an embarrassing scene. I 
continued to struggle against her, but I couldn't escape 
her strong hold on me.

After several seconds with the woman's lips locked to 
mine, I realized she wasn't actually hurting me, so I 
relaxed a little and tried to gather my thoughts.

She must have felt my resistance slacken, because the 
next thing I knew her tongue was in my mouth. I couldn't 
believe it! I wondered just how far she intended to go. 
She certainly showed no signs of stopping.

Resigned to the situation, I opened my mouth slightly 
thinking that the sooner I cooperated the sooner it 
would be over.

She responded by hungrily probing her tongue deeper into 
my mouth. It almost felt like it was down my throat. My 
God, I had never been kissed like that before, not even 
by Dean. Not even Jess my other boyfriend who thought he 
was hot had ever been this passionate!

With our mouths still pressed together, I was shocked to 
hear her start to moan. Worried that someone might hear, 
I tried to find my voice; to tell her to be quiet. It 
was only then that I realized, that it was I who was 
moaning!

I was actually enjoying being frenched by another woman. 
Surprised at myself, I then made a bold move (for me 
anyway) and drove my tongue into her hot wet mouth! She, 
of course, responded enthusiastically. We proceeded to 
kiss each other lustily for several more seconds.

Recognizing that I had become a willing participant, the 
woman removed one of her hands from my shoulder and 
began fondling my braless tits through the thin material 
of my tank top. Still kissing me, she then moved her 
other hand down and began caressing my naked thighs.

She obviously knew exactly how to touch another woman. 
My stomach fluttered and my pussy was instantly 
steaming. She then pulled her lips from mine and began 
to passionately nuzzle my neck. I put my hand behind her 
head and ran my fingers through her long, black hair. 
She was amazing. I felt like my entire body was covered 
by her soft hands and luscious mouth.

After a minute or so of this touching, she backed away 
and knelt in front of me. I licked my lips nervously in 
anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen.

She looked up at me inquisitively as if seeking my 
approval for her to proceed further. I found her sudden 
hesitation a little amusing, considering that only a 
little while earlier she had practically tried to rape 
me. I leaned forward, put my hand behind her neck and 
pulled her face towards my moist pussy.

That was all the encouragement she needed. She began 
swirling her talented tongue through my blonde bush. 
Teasingly, she grabbed a few of my pubes in her teeth 
and shook her head gently, pulling my cunt hairs ever so 
slightly. 

Than she placed one hand above my mound and pushed the 
bottom of my tank top up, revealing my flat stomach. She 
began kissing and licking my tummy. She continued 
upward, finally pulling my top up far enough to expose 
my small boobs.

Not surprisingly, my pink nipples were rock-hard. She 
seemed to like what she saw and began sucking my stiff 
nubs voraciously. I'm usually pretty loud during sex, so 
to keep quiet I had to pull my tank top up to my mouth 
and bite down on it to keep from screaming and moaning.

She diligently sucked, licked, and bit my throbbing 
nipples while I massaged the back of her neck. Once, I 
looked down to see her pull away from one of my tits, 
and a string of saliva trailed between her mouth and my 
nipple. It was no wonder my boobs were as soaked as my 
pussy.

With both of us breathing heavily, she moved back down 
to my stomach, stopping briefly to insert her tongue in 
my belly button and give it a good lick. She continued 
down and positioned herself so that her face was only 
inches away from my glistening pussy.

I watched her intently and marveled at the situation -- 
a beautiful woman, impeccably dressed, on her knees, 
about to go down on me.

First, she lifted my leg and draped it over her 
shoulder. I could see the tendons stick out in my 
slender thigh. My pubic hair is pretty sparse, so at 
that moment, my most private parts were completely 
exposed to that lovely women.

She took her index finger and placed it at the top of my 
slit. I moaned softly through my impromptu gag. She ran 
her finger down the length of my pussy, gently stroking 
my swollen lips. I was in heaven.

Her finger continued on, and she inserted the tip of it 
into my asshole. I had never had anything in *that* hole 
before, and I gasped at how naughty it felt. She grinned 
at me wickedly and removed her finger.

Next, she slid her hand under my ass cheek and fondled 
my butt as best she could under the weight of my body. 
Her other hand quickly returned to my cunt. She inserted 
two fingers, and they quickly found my erect clitoris. I 
raised my hips, trying feverishly to hump her invading 
fingers.

Meanwhile, she had moved her other hand from under my 
cheek and maneuvered it to my ass crack. Before I knew 
it, she had worked her entire thumb up my virgin 
butthole. It felt so fucking good to have that sexy 
woman screwing both of my holes at once. I was close to 
a powerful orgasm, and she knew it.

Still working her fingers in and out of my pussy and 
ass, she pressed her face into my sopping cunt. 
Instantly, her skilled tongue began to work the same 
incredible magic on my snatch that it had done earlier 
on my mouth and tits. She slowly and sensually licked my 
entire valley, up and down, up and down. I was 
delirious.

I started pinching my aching nipples, trying to speed up 
my impending climax. Just then, the woman found my clit 
with her tongue and began licking it vigorously.

That pushed me over the edge. My entire body exploded 
with intense waves of sexual pleasure! I was blinded by 
flashes of white light and stars! It was, by far, the 
most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced in my 
life.

I just sat there with my eyes closed, unable to move. I 
was totally spent. The tank top fell from my mouth and 
rested above my tits.

Somewhere far away, I felt the woman remove her fingers 
from my two holes. The smell of my juices wafted up to 
my nostrils. After a few seconds, I gathered enough 
strength to open my eyes.

She was busily licking my juices off her fingers. She 
looked up at me lovingly and smiled. "Thank you," I 
managed to whisper breathlessly.

"Oh. I'd better get back to work," she said with a 
start. She quickly stood up, smoothed out her dress and 
hair, gave me a peck on the mouth, and vanished from the 
dressing room.

With my body still weak, I slowly pulled on my clothes 
and tried to make myself look presentable. I picked up 
the jeans and left the dressing room to pay for them.

My saleswoman was at the register. She looked absolutely 
perfect -- not a hair out of place. "Do you need 
anything else today?" she asked me, acting cool and 
professional.

There were two other customers and another sales-woman 
within earshot. I just grinned and shook my head. She 
knew damn well I had already gotten much more than I had 
bargained for.

As she handed me back my change, she smiled and said, 
"Thank you very much. Please come and see us again."

Please come and see us again? That certainly sounded 
like a great idea to me.

Someday I'll have to return to that store. When I do, 
I'll be sure to tell you about it!

 THE END

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