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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional ("Sorry, dude!").
This story describes sexual encounters between adult males over the age of twenty and two sixteen year old females, although the "sex" in this story doesn't conform to the "Clinton" definition of the word. Due to the nature of the acts performed, I do not in any way condone real people acting like this in the real world.
Despite the fact that the two main characters in this story are under aged, the target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. If this is illegal to read where you live, then you should find more suitable reading material.
And now, on to the good stuff...
It was just sitting there, a plain white cotton blouse on the top of a pile of similar looking shirts. It had a small collar and tiny white buttons that ran down the entire front. It wasn't really a short-sleeve or sleeveless, but had just a ruffle of material that extended over the top of the shoulder. Although it was just a blouse, it was really a Blouse, with a capital "B." It was different, even if it didn't look or feel any different than any other blouse.
"How about that one?" Tracy asked, pointing to the Blouse.
"It's plain," Judy answered, frowning. "You could at least get it in yellow. That would match your brown shorts better."
"I could get, maybe, a black mini-skirt to go with this one. You know... black and white."
"That's a bit old fashioned," Judy shrugged. "That blouse would probably go better with a plaid skirt. You know... the Catholic school girl look!"
Tracy stuck her tongue out at her friend.
"At least let me try it on. Look... the top one is my size!"
Judy smiled and said "What ever!" in the way that only teenage girls can seem to enunciate. There was that dramatic pause between the two words, and a heavy emphasis on the first syllable of the second word. It combined the emotions of boredom, restlessness, fatigue, a non-desire to argue, and even humor into two highly charged words.
Tracy giggled at her friend, took the Blouse, and headed for the fitting room.
It was Saturday, or "Shopping Day." At least, that's what Tracy and Judy called it, but they rarely ever bought anything. It was just a day to go to the mall and try on new outfits. If something special was found, they'd come home and pester their mothers or fathers until the item was purchased.
It was a familiar routine—a dance, if you will—that all players knew the steps to instinctively. It allowed the two girls' parents a few hours of relative silence as the girls made their weekly journey to the mall and back. It allowed the two girls the opportunity to catch up on all the latest gossip, to talk about boys, and—best of all—try on new clothes!
Both girls were sixteen; Tracy was younger by about two months. They had been best friends in elementary school through junior high, but this year in high school their schedules diverged. They had no classes together this year, the first time this happened in memory. This, of course, made their weekly trips to the mall much more important as a way of catching up with each others' lives.
Tracy, the younger one, had long, straight, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. She spent close to an hour each morning simply brushing it over and over, teasing it with her bristle brush in order to bring out the oils that made her hair shine. Tracy's hair was, to Tracy's mind, her greatest asset. Her face was cute, but not glamorous. Her breasts were only now starting to develop, which was a major cause of embarrassment to Tracy. She had a thin waist with only the barest widening at the hips.
In elementary school, Tracy's skinny build earned her the name "Zipper" (as in, "if you stuck your tongue out, you'd look like a zipper") which had caused her long nights crying in anguish. Only Judy befriended her, and through the years, Tracy came to rely on her friend for advice and told her things she couldn't even discuss with a priest. Judy did the same, and the two girls were so often seen together that most people, including their families, just considered them an inseparable pair.
Judy was the more outgoing of the two. Early in elementary school, Judy was the girl that would give peep shows to the little boys, daring them to play doctor with her. She had wavy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, which was getting darker each year. Now, in her sixteenth year, it was still mostly blonde, but Judy knew how nature worked. She was considering maybe bleaching her hair, but so far had not even broached the subject with Tracy, who probably would have been scandalized. Along with her wavy blonde hair, Judy had blue eyes (her favorite song was "Judy Blue Eyes," which her father used to sing to her at night when she was little) and a face that still seemed to retain some of her baby fat in a cute and pudgy way.
Judy envied Tracy's slight build, and was amazed that Tracy could eat two deluxe hamburgers at the fast food place in the food court along with a super-sized order of French Fries and an extra-large Coke without gaining an ounce. For her part, Judy forced herself to eat salads and diet soda in a hopeless attempt to lose weight. Judy always considered herself to be at least five to ten pounds overweight, and nothing Judy seemed to do was ever able to change that.
Judy's body was more developed in puberty, and as much as Tracy was an introvert, Judy was an extrovert. Judy had always had a touch of exhibitionism in her, and recently she had started to allow boy friends to touch her breasts, both covered and uncovered, so long as Judy was able to reciprocate by touching the boy's dick in a similar fashion, a bargain that both Judy and her boyfriend du jour found irresistible.
With the major exception of Judy's flirting with the idea of bleaching her hair, the two girls kept few secrets from the other. Tracy listened in awe when Judy would relate to her a tale of groping in the school library, pretending to be shocked instead of envious. Tracy told Judy about her dreams that some day a boy would look at her and see her as more than a human swizzle stick.
In the fitting room, Tracy took a closer look at the Blouse. It wasn't as sheer as she had originally thought, especially in the chest area. That would be a relief. She frowned as she pulled off her tank top and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her bra hung loosely on her chest. It was a "B" cup, although Tracy was still technically an "A" cup. The stigma of actually purchasing what amounted to a training bra when she was sixteen years old forced Tracy to wear one that was uncomfortable and loose. A lot of the time, Tracy simply decided to forgo the bra completely, taking it off between home and the bus stop so her mother wouldn't know. However, going braless meant having to wear darker clothes, since her nipples were quite dark and stood out in stark contrast to the milky whiteness of the rest of her breasts. That wasn't something that Tracy wanted to do now that Spring was here. Stuffing her "B" cup was simply out of the question. A girl had done it in junior high school a few years back—she had been caught with tissues in the locker room and afterward she found herself a laughingstock by the entire school.
Since the Blouse was thicker than most white shirts, Tracy decided to go a little risqué and took off her bra before putting on the Blouse. The tiny buttons were a bit difficult for Tracy to undo, so she just undid the top five buttons and pulled the shirt onto her head as if it were a tank top.
Buttoning the tiny buttons was even more difficult with the shirt on than unbuttoning them had been. Tracy frowned with the effort and managed to get the first one fastened before discovering the right combination of twisting and pulling that made the process actually quite easy.
Tracy looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was not apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra, a fact that made her let out the breath that she hadn't been aware she was holding. The Blouse hung nicely on her frame, even flaring out at the bottom, making people think that she might actually have hips.
"This Blouse looks good," Tracy said aloud. "It's... I don't know... but it's me!"
Tracy exited the fitting cubicle to where she knew Judy was waiting.
"Damn, girl!" Judy exclaimed. "That looks great on you!"
Tracy beamed at her best friend's praise.
"I wish I could fit in your size," Judy continued. "That looks hot!"
Tracy frowned a bit. The last thing she needed to look was "hot." Tracy preferred to blend into a crowd, and not stand out the way Judy seemed to prefer. There was something in Judy's words, though... Tracy turned to find another mirror at the end of the hallway where the two girls were standing.
"It does look hot, doesn't it?" Tracy asked, amazed that she agreed with Judy's assessment, and even liked it.
"We should get your mom to get this one for you."
Tracy hesitated. She had no doubt that her mom would purchase a blouse like this. After all, it was on sale and the price was almost a steal. The problem was that Tracy didn't want just any blouse from that table. She wanted this one... this Blouse. This was the very one she had to have.
"Give me a sec," Tracy said, moving back to the cubicle.
Inside the cubicle, Tracy was at a quandary. She wanted this Blouse. Unfortunately, she had no money. What could she do?
Looking around the cubicle, Tracy saw the tank top and bra that she had recently taken off. "I came in here with a blouse," Tracy thought to herself. "So I'm leaving here with a Blouse. Seems like a fair trade... the store even gets that shitty bra as well."
There was a tag on the Blouse, but that was quickly and efficiently removed. She looked at her brown shorts and realized that the Blouse matched it pretty nicely.
Tracy took a few deep breaths and found her normally jittery nerves start to calm. She realized that she just might be able to pull this caper off.
A knock on the cubicle door from an impatient Judy brought Tracy out of her reverie. Tracy took a deep breath and opened the door. "I'm ready. Let's go."
Judy looked at her friend as if she had two heads. "Are you fuckin' nuts?" she whispered loudly, not wanting to attract attention. "You're going to steal the shirt?"
Without moving her lips, Tracy answered, "I left the old one. Fair trade. Come on, let's get moving."
Judy was speechless. Tracy was never one to do stupid things like this. This was totally out of character for her. Judy, on the other hand, might have gotten away with it, but Judy was certain that Tracy's nervous nature was bound to give her away. Judy didn't want anything to happen to her best friend. With doubts in her mind, Judy followed Tracy.
It was a nervously confidant Tracy that left the changing room and made a bee-line toward the escalator, with Judy following close behind her.
Neither girl ever looked up. There was a black globe that hid the security camera that was actively being monitored by two people in the security department.
"Shit, Jake!" Harry told his co-worker. "That's another five bucks. How do you do it?"
Jake smiled. "You can tell the ones that have the itchy fingers," he answered, pocketing the five dollar bill his friend gave him. "Besides, I've seen a lot of those white shirts being swiped. It's as if the sale sign has the words, 'Shoplift me!' written on it."
"Which exit do you think they'll take?" Harry asked.
Jake thought a moment and said, "Mall entrance, main floor."
Harry and Jake left the monitoring room. Harry asked, "Which one do you want? The blonde?"
"Nah," Jake answered. "With those shirts, I prefer taking the one that actually stole the shirt."
"Are you shitting me? The blonde is hot! That other girl looks like a pencil."
"So," Jake grinned. "I get to sharpen my pencil today."
Tracy was confidant that they had gotten away with the theft.
Judy, on the other hand, thought that Tracy had gone off her gourd. Judy said nothing, though, afraid that her voice would betray her nervousness.
Judy could see the mall entrance. Just twenty more feet and they would be free...
"Excuse me, ladies."
The two girls froze, knowing that voice was talking to them. It had the unmistakable voice of authority.
Slowly, both Tracy and Judy turned around to see two men in their twenties behind them.
"Y... yes?" Judy stammered. "Do you mean us?"
"There seems to be a slight problem," Harry said, having gone through this scenario far too many times before.
"And what would that be?" Tracy asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
Judy turned in surprise to look at her friend. She had half-expected the brunette's response would be to break out in tears, but her voice was quite steady. In fact, Tracy seemed to ooze confidence.
The two security guards had seen all kinds, though. "The shirt you are wearing hasn't been paid for, Miss," Jake said.
"You must be mistaken," Tracy answered with a defiant look in her eyes.
Jake pulled out a wand, causing Judy to flinch, thinking it was a cop's baton, much like she saw on that video of Rodney King many years ago. He directed it toward Tracy at the bottom of the Blouse underneath the line of tiny buttons. As it approached the Blouse, a red LED lit up at the end. "Anti-theft device," Jake mentioned, matter of factly.
In fact, the device was no such thing. It was just a simple wand with a AAA battery, some wires, a red LED, and a hidden contact that completed the circuit. However, most would-be thieves, especially underage ones, didn't know this.
"Could you please come to my office?" Jake asked. He did not wait for an answer. Both security guards had the girls' arms and were starting to walk them toward one of the interrogation rooms.
The two security guards already knew their agenda. This wasn't going to be an actual arrest; just a "warning" to scare the bejesus out of the girls. They looked like good kids, and just needed to be taught the error of their ways. Give them a good scare and they'd learn their lesson.
Of course, some lessons were fun to teach.
They were on the main floor I-room. As soon as the lights were switched on, a system of video cameras started recording.
Due to his seniority, Jake was in charge, and sat down at the desk and pulled out some papers. The title on the papers was large enough for the girls to read: "ARREST REPORT"
"Names?" Jake asked.
Both girls looked at each other, and neither one answered. Judy looked panic stricken, but Tracy still had that defiant look in her eyes.
Jake sighed. "Look, girls. You can make it easy, or I can make it difficult. Your names and addresses will be taken, your pictures will be taken, you will be handed over to the police where you will be put on a $250 bond. Your parents will be called, and they will have to dole out five hundred to get their precious daughters who fucked up and stole a $6.99 shirt. In addition, your pictures will be distributed throughout every one of the department stores in this chain, which numbers close to a thousand in this country alone. You will no longer be allowed to enter our stores, even to pass through them to get to the mall. Do you understand the seriousness of your situation?"
Judy looked ashen. Being banned from the department store chain was almost worse than having to face her parents about the shoplifting charge. "But... but I didn't steal anything!"
Jake shrugged. "You were with her, which makes you an accessory. We have the entire event on video tape, and we'll give it to the police as evidence if you wish to dispute the facts."
Judy glared at her friend, who still had a defiant look in her eye. How could Tracy have done this to her? Poor little mousy Tracy... now she was a shoplifter! Why wasn't Tracy frantic?
"You will not make that report," Tracy said, shrugging.
"I won't?" Jake asked.
"No," Tracy said. "You won't."
"Why not?"
"Because that's not why you brought us here."
Jake looked at the thin girl. She was correct, of course, but there was no way she could possibly know. There was a slight chance that she a plant from headquarters, but it was doubtful. The blonde looked positively petrified, and she seemed to be wondering why her friend was acting so strange. Jake smiled and decided to play along. "Why do you think we brought you here?"
"Your friend here," Tracy said, indicating Harry, "wants to get into Judy's pants. You would like to do the same with me."
Judy couldn't believe her ears. Even if these men—adult men!—hadn't had any such designs on them, Tracy just put the idea into their fucking heads. What was she thinking?
Harry shrugged at Jake. This was getting interesting!
Jake turned his attention to the defiant teenager. Jake and Tracy stared at one another for a few minutes. Finally, Jake found that he just had to blink. How did those girls manage to do that?
Tracy smirked at the security man, confidant that she had just won some silly game of cat and mouse.
"And what makes you think that we want to get into your pants?" Jake asked, finding his mouth getting dry.
Tracy shrugged. "Isn't that what you want to do?"
Another long pause. "What if it is?"
"Then here is how it will be," Tracy said, her eyes flashing. "We'll strip for you. Judy will give your friend a hand job. After all, she didn't steal anything and she's given hand jobs before, so it's not like she doesn't like it."
Judy looked at Tracy as if she had two heads. How could Tracy talk so callously about Judy's sex life to these strangers? Tracy had actually stated it as a fact that she would give that creep a hand job! She wasn't some kind of cheap whore! The nerve of Tracy! Judy found herself too angry to speak.
"And you?" Jake asked, hearing his voice crack just a bit.
"Oh, I guess my punishment should be a little more severe. How about a blow job?"
The fact that the girl made the offer made it clear to Jake that this wasn't a plant. If it were, the video tapes would show it was a clear case of entrapment. However, the offer of only a blow job was less than Jake had wanted. He had been expecting to get at least a thank-you fuck out of this. He was just a bit disappointed. "I'm not sure..."
"And you will have to hit whatever switch you need to in order to turn off those video cameras," Tracy said, pointing upward. "We have no intentions of having pictures of us going around on the Internet. Do you understand?"
Somehow, Jake wasn't exactly sure how, this girl had taken control of the situation. He had seen it before. It was always the girl that was wearing the white Blouse.
After the first time it had happened, Jake replayed the scene over and over in his mind, wondering how he allowed a customer to gain any leverage over him. The second time, he felt the deja-vu, and found that it excited him in anticipation of what would hopefully happen. It's been a half dozen times, now. Jake wouldn't have it any other way, now.
Harry was amazed at what was transpiring. He had never before seen this happen. Sure, female shoplifters would sometimes offer sexual favors, and he didn't mind giving in occasionally, especially if the girl was good looking like the blonde here. However, he never before saw a customer like this skinny brunette kid take over a situation so completely, especially from somebody as seasoned as Jake.
Jake's eyes were positively sparkling!
Judy was looking at her friend, who had suddenly changed from a little mouse to a tiger on the prowl. Gone was the perpetual look of fear that somebody might raise their voice at her. There was something different in her eyes now. Tracy's eyes emitted pure, unadulterated confidence!
Judy understood that they were in dire straits, and had hoped that the whole thing might be worked out with some sweet talking, perhaps a little cuddling or, at worst, some fondling. If all else failed, crying might even help. However, she had not expected Tracy to simply state as a matter of fact that Judy would give some guy she didn't even know a hand job!
That guy that hadn't spoken was staring at Judy. The bastard was even licking his lips. Judy turned her attention to what used to be her best friend. What would Tracy do next?
It was Jake's turn to speak. "You said that the two of you will strip. Let's see if you are as good as your word."
Judy froze. It wasn't as if she didn't mind people looking at her naked body, but she preferred to be the one in charge when it happened. It had to be on her terms, and it was always tit for tat, so to speak... a naked breast required a naked cock in return. And it was always with boys her own age, not adult men who were leering at her. She also knew for a fact that no male, adult or teen, had seen Tracy's birthday suit since she was a toddler.
Tracy simply shrugged, and as if by magic, all the tiny buttons on the Blouse seemed to disappear as they simultaneously exited their buttonholes. The two halves of the Blouse parted, revealing most of Tracy's tiny breasts and her belly button.
Jake had never tired of seeing this, the way the Blouse seemed to open on its own. He never figured out how the girls did it, but he really enjoyed that display. He tried examining one of the samples from the sale table, but couldn't see any catch or device that would possibly do this. The whole concept of the Blouse was unbelievable, anyway.
"How about the rest?" Jake asked.
"First, the video cameras," Tracy answered evenly.
Jake nodded, and opened the top drawer on the right side of his desk. He found the remote control in the back of the drawer and pulled it onto the desk.
Harry couldn't believe that Jake was going to turn off the video! Shit! The videos alone would fetch nearly five hundred dollars... tax free! The girls were definitely underage, which made the video a premium, even if a bit risky.
Jake pressed the button, turning off the cameras. He then turned the control over, and pulled out the two batteries that were inside of it. He nodded at Tracy as he pulled them out, knowing that she would understand that it would be impossible to restart the cameras until the batteries were reinserted.
Tracy nodded back at Jake, satisfied that her condition had been med. She slowly walked around to Jake's side of the desk, the open blouse fanning out behind her, framing her tiny but naked breasts.
Judy's eyes followed her friend as she moved behind the desk. Tracy gripped the elastic waistband of her shorts and bent down at the waist as she pulled her shorts down. Apparently, Tracy also pulled down her panties with the same motion, because when she moved back up, she was nude, except for the open blouse.
"You're going to have to help me," Tracy said to Jake. "This will be my first time."
"A virgin?" Jake asked.
"In every hole," Tracy answered with a lewd smile. "You just get my mouth."
That announcement caused Jake to harden immediately. They say that a girl never forgets her first lover. In his experience, the same was true for a girl's first blow job. He's be honored to break that cherry for her, especially with a girl wearing the Blouse.
"And you?" Harry finally found his voice, trying to get Judy's attention.
Judy pried her eyes away from her mostly naked friend, who had just started to kneel in supplication. This situation was just totally unreal. Tracy's calm description of herself as a "virgin in every hole" was totally out of character for her, even if it was the truth. Tracy had never used that sort of language with her like that, even during their many slumber parties when they giggled and told dark secrets and dirty jokes using the naughty words. As a matter of fact, Judy knew that up until this moment, Tracy probably had never even touched a bare penis with her hands. Judy looked at the other man that was glaring at her. She was going to have to give this creep a hand job!
Actually, there were worse punishments in the world. Having her parents notified by the police that she was a common criminal was definitely under the category of "worse." Nervously, Judy pulled her tank top over her head. Her breasts, unencumbered by any bra, plopped out to the man's view, drawing his attention to them and away from Judy's face. "This is the only way to handle this," Judy thought to herself. "Have him look at my body, but not at me." Judy knew that if she could avoid direct eye contact, she could probably get through this unscathed.
Meanwhile, behind the desk, Jake was touching one of Tracy's small breasts.
"The Blouse stays on," Tracy said adamantly, further defining the ground rules.
"Of course," said Jake smiling, having heard that request numerous times. He continued to fondle the girl, watching her nipple harden in his fingers. For a tiny breast, the nipple was relatively huge in comparison. Tracy's moans indicated that her nipples were extremely sensitive as well.
Tracy quickly had his cock out and was starting to move her hand up and down.
"For a beginner, she has good technique," Jake thought to himself as Tracy moved her hand in a slow, twisting motion that belied her inexperience. "Of course, all the girls that wear the Blouse have great technique in everything they do," Jake thought.
Idly, Jake moved his hand to fondle Tracy's other nipple. It, too, hardened considerably. He could feel Tracy's moans on the skin of his penis, which was now warmly inside her sucking mouth.
Judy, for her part, was slowly jacking up and down on Harry's dick. She had done this before, but never to the point of orgasm. It was one tiny lie that she had made to Tracy... she had never allowed a boy to actually come on her hands. The entire idea sounded messy to her. She wondered if there was a washroom nearby where she could clean up afterward. If not, how would she get the mess off her fingers? How much would come out, anyway? She had heard stories from other girls that made it seem like guys could spew out quarts of the stuff.
Wondering how Tracy could get her into this predicament, Judy looked over to where her friend was now kneeling. The formerly shy girl actually had the man's cock in her mouth already. Judy watched as Tracy took it out, using her tongue to wash its head with a circular motion. She then took it back into her mouth, her cheeks hallowing as she applied suction. The man Tracy was sucking seemed to be enjoying Tracy's actions.
The entire idea of taking a boy into her mouth was totally disgusting to Judy. Now, seeing her friend doing it, Judy realized that it might at least keep her fingers from getting messy. Why not suck it? According to the gossip, lots of girls did so, although none of them ever admitted to doing it personally. Even shy Tracy didn't seem to mind, although Tracy didn't really seem to be herself today.
"God, Tracy looks hot in that Blouse," Judy thought once more as she watched the man behind the desk manipulate Tracy's nipples, which were larger than at any time Judy had seen them. Tracy moaned in response. Judy felt a bit jealous of her friend, the creep that was fingering Judy's breasts didn't feel that good to her at all. He was much clumsier than when she did it at home... when she was... you know... looking for lumps.
Judy avoided looking down at her breasts, knowing that Harry's hands were still mauling them. Her nipples were a bit hard, but unlike Tracy's, they grew into little red points. They also didn't seem to be as sensitive as Tracy's. Judy wondered why she never knew how sensitive her best friend was there. As it was, Judy was more than a little embarrassed that a grown man was actually manipulating her breasts like that. She could not bear to look at him doing that.
Instead, Judy brought her attention to the man's cock. It was hard and red now, much larger and thicker than any of the boys' cocks she had played with before. With her boyfriends, Judy only needed her thumb and forefinger to encircle the boy's cock. With this man, even with all her fingers, she couldn't manage to get her hands completely around it.
Also unlike the boys, the man's ball sacs seemed huge, nestled in the dark, black pubic hair which also was much denser than the relatively hairless pubes she'd seen on her boyfriends. Judy knew that within those huge sacs was the sperm that would come shooting out. Not touching them (she had hurt one boyfriend in the past and had learned quickly how sensitive they were), she could see see that the sacs looked full. Judy grimaced at the thought of what would shoot out later.
There was a tiny film of liquid on the tip of Harry's dick, which was a sign that up until now, Judy used as an indicator that meant it was time to stop rubbing a boy. She knew that this was one rule that wasn't going to followed today. Tracy had promised the man that Judy would give him a hand job, and Judy's silent assent to that suggestion made her resign herself that she would do it to its necessary and possibly very messy conclusion. She doubted that the man would be satisfied with the thirty seconds or so that she had been rubbing.
Without thinking, Judy bent down and took a lick at the pre-cum on the tip of the man's dick. She had expected it to taste terrible, but it didn't. It was extremely slippery and slick, and had a kind of soapy taste that surprised Judy, who had expected it to taste salty, like urine. The man moaned in response to Judy's tongue, finally releasing Judy's breasts.
Deciding that she didn't really hate the taste, and welcoming the relief that followed the departure of Harry's hands from her breasts, Judy gave another swipe on the tip of the dick, much like what she saw her friend just do to the guy behind the desk. She didn't taste as much of the fluid this time, and this time tasted mostly skin—again, not an unpleasant taste. Before she knew it, she couldn't believe that she was actually sucking on the man.
Meanwhile, behind the desk, Jake watched as the brunette with her lovely and shiny hair continued to make love to his dick. There was no other way to describe what she was doing. A "blow job" was much too simple and generic a term. "Making love to his dick" was a much better term. Jake smiled, remembering the one other time that he felt that way, trying to come up with words to describe the incredible experience. Jake couldn't get a good view of Tracy's actions now as her hair was now splayed out all over his lap. For some reason, that made it even sexier. Unable to see what she was actually doing, Jake couldn't anticipate which sensation would come next, adding an element of surprise to the act.
For her part, Tracy alternated her technique frequently, occasionally licking, sucking, and even kissing Jake's boner. When she had first seen it, she found to her surprise that it was much larger than she had imagined it would be, and it was also much, much thicker. It felt warm and soft, though, and it seemed so natural to suck it, as if she were born to do so. She felt Jake's wonderful fingers on her nipples, and she moaned in response. As she did so, she felt his balls contract in reaction to her moaning. She realized that this was adding a new tactile element to the experience, so she added it into her repertoire, humming and moaning interspersed with simple silence, making Jake's cock almost dance within her mouth. Somehow, Tracy seemed to know instinctively how to stimulate him the most, and she did so with gusto.
To Jake, it felt like she was putting every ounce of her being into the process.
Jake had only felt this way five other times in his life. Each time, the person that generated the feelings was wearing the Blouse. The Blouse would never come off during the encounter. In the actual details, all five were different. Twice now, it had been a blow job. On three other occasions, the girl would devote her entire essence into the act of fucking. And one lucky time, the girl insisted on him fucking her in the ass because she wasn't on birth control and she was at an inconvenient point in her cycle. Ass fucking was an activity that Jake had never performed before or since.
Each time Jake had made it with a girl wearing the Blouse, the girl seemed to get completely lost in the sensations, and would orgasm violently, sometimes many times. Even the girl that blew him had achieved orgasm somehow. Jake was happy that this room was soundproof; this girl may be skinny, but Jake knew that she's going to be a firecracker, ready to explode.
Jake felt Tracy's lips take more and more of his cock with each stroke. Soon, he felt himself finally hitting the entrance of her throat, and from there, amazingly without gagging, she allowed his dick to pass beyond. Her humming and moaning continued, on and off, sending many different sensations—vibrations, warmth, sucking, the up and down movements, along with her tongue still actively rubbing along the bottom of his shaft—to his nerve endings at once.
It was obvious to Jake and any observer that Tracy was putting everything she had into this one act of carnal lust. It was also obvious that she enjoyed this as much as he did; it was quite possible that she might be enjoying this even more than Jake.
Jake felt his balls start to throb with impending release, causing his ass muscles to contract slightly. Tracy seemed to sense this and immediately lessened the amount of direct stimulation. At first, this felt frustrating to Jake, but having experienced sex with a girl wearing the Blouse a half dozen times now, Jake knew enough to ride it out. The long ride was well worth the payoff at the end.
It took a lot of will for Jake to turn his head to look at Harry, who was also receiving a blow job now. He grinned, and for only a moment, Jake wondered what the blonde's lips felt like, what her bulbous breasts felt like. That moment passed quickly, since the blonde definitely didn't have the technique that the long haired brunette had. Tracy had Jake deep in her throat now and he could now feel her suction clear down to his balls. He knew that he wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Jake's final thought of Harry was that he didn't know what he was missing.
Jake somehow managed to find the capability to continue to idly brush against one of Tracy's nipples with his fingers. His body wasn't really allowing him to do much more than just experience the wonderful feelings that Tracy was eliciting from him. Her nipple was almost as thick as a cigarette and half as long, and it amazed him. Up until now, Jake had preferred females that were amply endowed, like the blonde—what did this girl say her name was? Judy?—with Harry, but that was only until he caught the magnificence of Tracy's smaller but more sensitive breasts. Those tits were simply amazing! How could Harry have dismissed her as a mere pencil? She was much more than that. Right now, she was his personal sucking machine that he could rev up like a motorcycle with the merest caress.
Finally, the moment that Jake's body had been waiting for had arrived. With a tremendous amount of suction, Tracy pulled her face up away from his cock, leaving just the head inside her mouth. Jake felt as if his cock had been turned inside out. At that very same moment, Jake's seed started its massive rush through his member, spurting out into Tracy's mouth. Jake could feel her mouth contract on his cock, swallowing his semen and milking him for more, occasionally accompanied by some humming or moaning. His balls obliged with another massive spurt, and then another. Jake barely heard the start of Tracy's orgasm, since most of his nervous system had hit overload on the extent of his own.
Jake opened his eyes. He knew that he had been sitting there wordlessly for some time, but he didn't know how long he had been doing so. His cock was softer now, but it was getting harder as the brunette continued kissing it, and now also gently licking the sacs that housed his testicles.
"Hi there, sleepy head," Tracy said, smiling at Jake.
"You were awesome," Jake answered.
"My name's Tracy. We haven't been properly introduced."
"I'm Jake, and I would call that one hell of an introduction."
There was an awkward moment when Tracy and Jake realized that they weren't alone in the room. They turned and saw Judy and Harry, now both fully dressed, staring at them.
"Come on you love birds," Harry said sarcastically. "Up and at 'em!"
Blushing, Jake got up and pulled up his pants.
Tracy got up, and without any apparent embarrassment, she picked up her panties from the pile of clothes on the floor and handed them to Jake. "Want a souvenir?" Tracy giggled.
Jake smiled and took the pair of plain white panties. He opened up a desk drawer that housed five similar pairs of undergarments, all different, but all having a common source, and deposited Tracy's with the others.
Slowly, Tracy pulled on her shorts, not bothering to hide her nudity from anybody.
Jake knew the next line in this game. "Will I see you again?"
Tracy smiled, and started to button the Blouse, starting with the bottom button, using the technique she had discovered in the changing room. "Tell you what, Jake. The next time you see us in this store, come on out and find us. If you let us pick out some clothes and then buy them for us with your store discount, I'll have lunch with you. Maybe Judy will, too, if she wants. You pay for the meal, of course, and I'll personally make sure it's a meal you won't ever forget in your entire lifetime."
Harry and Judy's jaws dropped when they heard Tracy's offer.
Jake simply smiled back at Tracy, and said, "I'll be watching the cameras every minute of the day."
"I know you will, baby!" Tracy answered. She moved over to Jake and kissed him on the cheek.
Jake didn't know if Tracy's offer was genuine. All the girls that wore the Blouse made the same or a similar offer, but he never met any of them again. Still, it was exciting to know that one day, just maybe, Jake might be able to claim another of Tracy's virgin holes.
Without being dismissed, Tracy turned around and took Judy's arm and escorted her friend out of the interrogation room. Neither girl said anything until they were completely out of the store.
"Why did you do that?" Judy finally managed to say.
"Do what?" Tracy asked, shyly.
"You know what you did," Judy said accusingly. "I saw it, and I can't believe you did it! The whole store probably heard you when you were screaming. I was afraid that they'd call the cops or something and barge in to find out what was happening!"
"Oh. That was an orgasm. I think," Tracy said, rather offhandedly.
Judy was stunned at her friend's answer. "You think?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it was," Tracy said, grinning.
"But why?" Judy demanded. "And why did you tell them that I'd give that creep a hand job? Why did you tell them that we'd see them again?"
"It seemed like the right thing to do," Tracy shrugged. "Besides, I didn't make you do anything you haven't already done."
"It still should have been my decision," Judy pointed out.
"Get off it, Judes," Tracy said, smirking, and referring to a nickname that she hadn't used since third or fourth grade. "You said that I should take more chances and live a little dangerously. I'm doing so, and now you're complaining? I don't get it."
"Tracy," Judy answered, raising her voice a little. "You blew a full grown man in a department store!"
"I'm pretty sure that you did, too," Tracy pointed out.
"That's different. I mean, you had him completely... I mean, you were kissing his... and licking his..." Judy started to sputter, but didn't know how to express what she wanted to say.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Tracy shrugged and started walking. Judy couldn't think of anything to do, so she silently followed her friend.
The two girls walked through the mall toward the food court.
"So, do you think this Blouse makes me look hot?" Tracy asked.
Judy still didn't know what to say. She didn't answer; she couldn't answer.
Tracy stopped walking and turned to her friend. "Come on, Judes. Does it make me look hot?"
From somewhere deep within Judy, the answer sneaked out. "Yes," she said, almost too softly to be heard. Somehow, Tracy made Judy feel like she was an eight year old again. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. Judy had always been the leader, and now, she felt... weird. Judy couldn't actually describe what she felt, or even if she liked this new feeling.
"Cool," Tracy said, smiling, starting to walk toward the food court again, confidant that Judy would follow her. "Maybe after we get to my house, I can let you wear it and we'll see how hot it makes you look. What do you say, Judes?"
"I'd... I'd like that..." Judy said, uncertain what she actually meant when she said it. She felt just a bit uncomfortable having Tracy keep calling her that old nickname.
"There's the food court. I feel like having a foot long today, maybe two. What about you, Judes?"
Judy had visions of Tracy treating a hot dog the way she just saw her best friend devour that security man's penis. The thought made her feel tingly inside...
Tracy didn't miss the reaction on Judy's face. Inwardly, she smiled. She knew that their friendship would soon be reaching a new level. She couldn't wait!
But first, that hot dog. Hot sex seemed to make Tracy even hungrier than she normally was. Maybe she had expended a lot of calories. Didn't she hear something that sex was an aerobic workout? If so, she would need her energy for what she and Judes would be doing later...
Jake and Harry were back in the monitoring room, and both had their eyes glued to the bank of monitors. On one, there were some people looking at the sale items. Another youngster would bite, Jake knew. It was just a matter of time.
Jake sighed as an older woman looked at the pile, shrugged, and then moved on with her daughter, who had looked at the Blouse with a forlorn look in her eyes. The daughter looked about fourteen—jail bait, definitely. But still...
Despite having just received one of the best blow jobs of his life, Jake felt a certain sadness in his heart, and he knew its source.
Oh, he would gladly relive any of those half dozen moments with those girls that wore the Blouse. The way that those girls could lose themselves so utterly and completely in a sexual act was something that Jake had never experienced before, and he instinctively knew it something to do with the girls all wearing that Blouse. It was all too coincidental for the Blouse to have nothing to do with it. He could still relive in his mind his trysts with Maureen, Nikki, Monica, Sadja, Helen, Samantha, and now Tracy. He had their panties to remind himself that those encounters really happened, and there were also their promises that they might actually return for an encore.
Jake looked at that one black and white monitor and sighed again, sadly, as he once again read the sign directly above the stack of shirts. It read: CLEARANCE! $6.99!