Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 4 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers - sorry no sex in this chapter Keywords: mfF, nosex, teen, exhib, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Cilla, Sonia and I had got together at a cast party following my school's annual theatrical production. We had arranged to go to a movie following an amorous three- way encounter at Sonia's house and they had told me of their further adventures as we travelled by train into the city. ********************************************* From the station we passed a block of offices to reach the shopping precinct. Although we hadn't discussed which movie to see yet, I had looked through the paper that morning and saw that there were a range of session times throughout the afternoon for each of the several movies which looked likely choices. Thus there was no hurry for us to get to a cinema. I generously acquiesced when the girls asked to look in a few clothes shops along the way; I didn't mind and it was an opportunity to learn about their preferences. The breezed through the first store - a couple of items had caught their eyes but the price tags stopped them even thinking about trying them on. At the second they did pop into the change rooms while I stood by a watchful assistant. It was years before Wynona but times were not really any different; a small shop keeper had to keep a close eye on the stock in order to make a profit. I was not offended but it also meant that I couldn't get into the change room either. Cilla had picked a bright yellow bikini and was modelling it for me. She stood in some apprehension as I made my appraisal. My eyes ran from top to bottom and back up again and I swear I saw her nipples crinkle with delight when I smiled. Her breasts were gathered together which emphasised the valley between; her belly button, an "innie", then led to a slight mound covered by a yellow triangle that showed a slight camel toe as she stood with her legs slightly apart. I had never really thought about the odd way we draw people until then. Once you graduated from stick figures to putting some more realistic flesh on the arms and legs, a woman still seemed to be drawn with the top of one leg meeting the top of the other. Looking at Cilla it was obvious that the drawings should include a small horizontal area there instead and I started hardening as I thought of what that area contained. I twirled my fingers in a circular motion and she obliged by turning around to show her curvaceous ass. With a brief smile back over her shoulder she returned to the cubicle. Sonia had come out in the meantime in a red bikini. It too looked fabulous. On a larger woman, an A cup was nearly invisible; on a medium one it became noticeable but on Sonia's slight frame her breasts were a delight to behold and only needed the narrow strip of fabric provided rather than the cups in Cilla's suit. The narrow design meant the curves of her breasts were visible above and below the suit. She span for me as well and I gave her a quiet clap of approval. The bottoms were cut high on her thighs with little covering her tight cheeks. Although her frame was slight she had an obvious butt and this was now on display. Noticing that the shop keeper was busy elsewhere, she winked and showed me an extra feature of the swim suit. She raised her hand and pointed to the clasp separating her breasts. When she had my attention (had she ever lost it?) she pressed the centre and the two sides of the bra fell apart, the slight cups hanging down from the straps. Sonia dropped her hands with a "Ta-Da" motion and poked her tongue out cheekily before disappearing behind a curtain. A minute or so later, Cilla was back. She had on a plain red-brown skirt that fell to the middle of her shins. It had a row of buttons to one side up the front. Leaving her midriff bare, she wore a light cotton halter top which tied off across under her breasts. With no bra, her breasts were free to move and move they did as she swished the skirt from side to side. Have you ever watched a metronome or a long rally at the tennis? Cilla moved her leg through the opening in the skirt which had been left unbuttoned for most of its length. Her milky thigh was visible almost to her underwear. She straightened and untied the knot in her top. The edge hung free from the curve of her breasts showing the ease of access to those delightful playthings. Cilla again returned to change and I waited to see Sonia's next outfit. She took a bit longer but it was worth the wait. She had on a pair of dark red slacks that were anything but. As she turned and leaned over to display her butt I could tell immediately that she had no panties on. There was no way that the panty-line could have been missed considering how tight the material was wrapped around her buns. I mean, each cheek was separately wrapped and the material was tucked up into the crack of her ass. If there had been the slightest dimple present it would have been clearly visible. She turned back and unzipped the matching jacket to show a fine white blouse. Although I could make out the colour of her skin through it I didn't realise exactly how sheer it was until she removed the jacket and clearly displayed her firm breasts and rigid nipples. (She confided later she had stroked them through the light fabric before coming out.) I blew her a kiss and she disappeared again. What a wonderful pair (of girls, of course. Although ...) Cilla came out first and asked me what I thought. I gave her a passionate kiss and said "Simply superb." She took the items over to the counter and waited for Sonia. I gave Sonia a kiss too when she appeared which made the assistant stare back and forth between the three of us. "You looked smashing", I told Sonia. Sonia turned to put the clothes back onto the rack when we called her back. "What's up? Don't you want them?" "Yeah. It was fun to show off and I'd like to keep them but I can't afford them now." "Don't worry", said Cilla. "Let this one be my treat." She gave Sonia a hug and taking the clothes from her, gave them to the lady at the counter. The assistant took her payment and made up two parcels which were duly handed to me as their "bearer". We left the store and walked on for a while before entering a department store where Cilla whispered in Sonia's ear. Sonia nodded and they joined arms and set off together for the escalators, assuming their "loyal companion" would follow. As if I would fail to follow two such cute little asses whereever they may lead. We got off in Women's Fashions - big surprise - but they then led me to the lingerie area. While they had ridden the escalator Sonia had apparently confided to Cilla that she needed something special to wear under her new slacks and they led me through a range of interesting garments to the panties section where they proceeded to sort through the wide range of G-strings. They examined and discarded several styles until they found one with the flattest straps. Having made their decision as to style they had to choose an appropriate colour but decided to get rid of me first before I got to see what purchases they actually made. I might have known what was in their "packages" but they weren't going to let me see the "wrapping paper" until they decided it was time for me to unwrap them! "Scoot off somewhere else for a while. We'll see you at the bottom of the escalators in about 30 minutes." Cilla gave me a quick kiss to soothe the dismissal and I gave Sonia a similar peck goodbye as I left them to their secrets. As I wandered around looking for the book section I passed a jewellery counter and noticed various selections of rings and pendants. The green emeralds would look nice against Cilla's red hair while the blood red rubies would suit Sonia. How much were they? I had been working part time for my father's firm for the past couple of years (he believed in my learning the business from the ground up and I had enough interest to see it as a worthwhile career) and had a reasonable balance in my bank account. I had been saving to buy a car (another big surprise for a teenage boy) but fortunately my mother's only aunt had decided she was getting too old to stay alone on her farm and had come to live in a "granny flat" that had originally been a games room and change room for the swimming pool. Her husband had driven a '54 Dodge Plymouth before he died and since then it had only been driven by my father during our frequent visits. She had had no children and so it turned out that, with less than 10,000 miles on the clock, it was given to me as an early 17th birthday present. This gift meant that I had ample funds to spare so I thought a nice piece of jewellery for each of my new girlfriends may help to show my feelings towards them. I was comparing items and checking the prices when I noticed a curious ring. It was multicoloured and the metals twisted through each other and back again. "Excuse me. Could I have a closer look at that ring please?" I pointed out the pad to the assistant and she removed it from the display case. "Which one are you interested in, sir?" I pointed to the ring in question. "Ah, yes. 18 caret gold combined with red gold and platinum. It gives a lovely effect, doesn't it?" I examined the ring. The metals had been plaited together and then joined seamlessly back on themselves. I thought that the Fates must indeed be looking favourably upon us. This was perfect. I looked at the price tag. Yes, I could afford it. "It's what I am looking for but how do I know what size to buy?" The lady gave me a piece of cardboard with a number of large circular holes punched in it. "Find the smallest hole that comfortably slips over the persons knuckle; the letter below that hole indicates the ring size. If you want this ring in a size we don't have we will have to order it from the supplier since it isn't possible to adjust the size of this ring easily." "How long would that take", I asked. "No more than three working days - maybe same day delivery if your order was in first thing." I thanked her and, slipping the ring gauge into my back pocket, wandered back to the meeting place. I had about seven minutes to wait and decided I had time for a little necessary shopping of my own. I left the store and walked past a couple of others to a pharmacy where I eventually found a selection of condoms. I had made the effort over the last year or so to make sure I had the technical knowledge of both sexual technique and contraceptive practice. Until now I had not had an opportunity to apply or develop that knowledge in a practical sense. I had not had a chance to discuss contraception with the girls yet but felt that I had a responsibility to ensure we had at least this much protection. Book learning can be useful in some fields, and good old common sense and, to some degree I suppose, instinct can help in unexpected situations but nothing beats having a chance to try things over until you get them right. I at least was somewhat knowledgeable about the quality and brands of condom currently on the market. Additional features such as ribbing, colour or flavour were not as important as contraception. However I still had to front up to the lady at the counter in a far from empty store to buy prophylactics for the first time. I had a nightmarish vision of her calling out to the pharmacist "How much for the extra large pack of condoms?" Instead she simply took the box (ONLY a dozen), checked the price and put it into a small paper bag which she sealed with tape. She took my money and gave me my change with a sweet smile. Still a little embarrassed, I thanked her quietly and almost fled from the store. It did get easier over time but it's always the first time you remember best. I slipped my parcel into one of the fashion bags and returned to the specified meeting place. I was five minutes late but no-one was waiting for me so I put the parcels down and leaned back to wait. It was another twenty minutes before they turned up; fortunately the warmer weather meant plenty of nice things passed by with each minute. A friendly punch in the arm accompanied by the command, "You keep your lustful glances for us in future, buster" indicated their arrival with further packages. The girls took charge of the bags I had and put the smaller into the larger before returning them to me to carry with an admonition not to peek inside. They set off arm in arm again beckoning me to follow.