Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 12:10:52 PST From: Nicole Jamais Subject: The Other Side 12/07/1999 THE OTHER SIDE Standing in the shower, the water rinses off the final traces of shampoo from my hair. Here it is! Another night and the girls and I are going to be doing the same thing again! Go to the Mall and look at the boys. Nothing will happen. We will just stand around and giggle at each other as the boys walk by us. I don't know what my friends find so appealing or exciting about it. Nothing ever happens and they make such a big deal about it. If a boy does look at them, they get all shy and act silly. For me there is nothing better to do, so I just tag along, but I don't find it very interesting. Even the boys, they are so immature. They act just like the girls. I know they want to talk to us but they just walk on by and don't say anything or giggle to themselves. I usually stand off by myself and watch what is happening from a distance. I don't want to be included or associated with the nonsense. Stepping out of the shower I dry myself off with the towel and then wrap my hair up in it. Standing before the mirror, I look at my body with a critical eye. I wish my body would catch up with my maturity. My mind thinks like an adult, but my body is that of a young teenager. I am 15 years old and at 5' 8", tall for my age. My hips are starting to fill out and my legs have shape now, but my breasts are still kind of small. They are mostly nipple and are very sensitive. Cupping them in my hands I try to imagine what it would be like to have someone else touching them and I start to get that feeling between my legs. Removing the towel from my head, I comb out my hair. Should I grow it out or keep it the same length? Tonight I am not going to curl it, I think I will just brush it and leave it straight to my shoulders. I bend over at the waist and brush it out again, 50 times each side to bring out the shine and fullness. As I am bent over, I see my reflection in the mirror and I notice how long my legs appear to be from this position and the shape of my butt as it fills out. I will wear my black knit bell-bottoms with my platform shoes and my white crop top, no bra or underwear though, because I hate the panty lines it causes. My mother laughs because it is the same style she wore in the seventies when she was a teenager. Applying a little eyeliner and lipstick I am ready to leave. Meeting up with my friends, we head to the mall. We walk very slowly past the stores and the other people. We always stop and congregate in the same area of the mall by a group of ladies and girls clothing stores. This area is sort of like a square with a lot of benches and planters about, probably so men can sit and wait, while their wives shop in the stores. I stand off, away from the main group of girls because sometimes they embarrass me the way they act when the boys pass by us. While my friends are busy watching the boys I spend a lot of the time looking at the people as they walk by or window-shopping on my own. There is one store that all the kids go to for up to date fashions. It also has clothes for women too. Sometimes I will stand in front of the window and look into the store to see if any new arrivals catch my eye. One night I was really bored listening to my friends talk about boys and I walked over to the store. It was called The Other Side. I stood before the front window and looked in, hoping to see something that caught my eye. I noticed the sales lady, a woman in her thirties, I am not real sure, but she was old anyway, removing the clothes from a teenage style mannequin. She treated the mannequin like it was a real person, the way she supported it and ran her hands gently over the body. She looked up and saw me watching her. She gave me a big smile and motioned to me to come into the store. I hesitated, I didn't know what to do, then I thought don't be silly. What is there to be nervous about? So I went into the store, it had to be better than wasting time out in the mall doing nothing. When I walked in, she stood up and asked me if I had seen anything interesting that I would like to try on. I told her that I had just started to look and didn't really have a chance to see anything. For an older woman she was very attractive. She was taller than me and had long curly dark hair past her shoulders and dark blue eyes. She had on a tailored skirt suite that fit her slender form perfectly. She introduced herself as Elizabeth and I told her my name. There seemed to be an awkward moment until she broke the silence by saying she had noticed me in the mall a few times and wondered why I was not involved with the kids I was with. I was always off to the side. I explained the way I felt about the girls acting the way they did with the boys and how I thought they were all silly and I didn't want to waste my time with the boys since I did not have an interest in them. Elizabeth smiled and raised her one eyebrow when she heard that comment. She told me girls mature faster than boys do and some girls are looking for something different. Some have an interest in clothes and she loves it when girls come into the shop to look and try on the new styles. Clothes help define who we are and how other people see us. She told me that she could tell the way I was dressed that I was proud of my body and the way it was maturing and as a result, I was willing to show it off by wearing the tight knit pants and crop top. There were all sorts of new styles in the shop now that she felt I would like. She pointed out a white lacy crop top that was sort of see through and if I wanted, she would get it for me and I could try it on. I thought why not, there was nothing else to do. Elizabeth went to get the top and when she returned with it, she directed me to the change room. She told me if I needed anything just to call her. I took off my top and while I was rolling the top up to slip over my head, I could feel my nipples getting hard. It was cool in the change room. After I had the top on and adjusted into place, I was surprised at how comfortable it was and how my breasts and now erect nipples were faintly visible through the material. There was a light knock on the door and Elizabeth asked if it was all right to come in, she had a skirt she thought would go nice with the top. I was a little self-conscience but I said okay, come on in. I tried to cover myself, as I told her I loved the top but I did not think I could try on the skirt. She asked me why not and I told her that I didn't have any underwear on, so I couldn't take off my pants. Elizabeth laughed and said not to worry, we were made the same and she would leave, if it would make me more comfortable. I nodded in agreement. After she left, I slipped off my pants and stepped into the skirt and I tried to slide it up my legs. I struggled to get the skirt over my hips but it seemed too small. Elizabeth called out to me, wondering what was taking me so long. I replied that the skirt was too small and I couldn't get it on. She told me that it was made to be worn tight and she could help me, so I let her in. Elizabeth at some point had taken off her suit jacket and was in her white blouse and skirt. I noticed as soon as she walked in the change room she was not wearing a bra and some of her top buttons had come undone. She stood in front of me and asked me what the problem was. When I told her about the skirt, she came forward and helped me tug it into place and then smoothed it out. The touch of her hands on my hips made me shiver. I could feel her looking at me and my breasts. She said to look in the mirrors to see how the top and skirt looked on me. As I looked at myself in the mirror she adjusted the top and her hands brushed the sides of my breasts making my nipples stick out even more. I had never had someone else touch my breast before. Elizabeth stood behind me and I felt her arms come around me to tug the top down again and I could feel her breasts on my back. She asked me to turn around and face her so she could get a good look at me in the outfit. When I was facing her I could see she noticed my nipples sticking out and she smiled at me. She asked me it I had ever let any of the boys touch my breasts and I said no I hadn't, no one had ever touched them. Slowly she raised her hand and stopped it right before my breast, hesitating, waiting for encouragement or acceptance, but I said nothing. I did not know what to do. I was so confused. I wanted to be touched, my breasts ached to be touched, but I knew it was wrong to be touched by another woman. She solved my dilemma for me, as her finger reached out and lightly touched my one nipple and drew a circle around it. It seemed to stick out even more. Her eyes met mine to see my reaction and when I did not protest she cupped her hand over my breast. My knees felt weak and I could feel my wetness growing. She told me how pretty my breasts were and how much she would love to suck on my nipples. I could not believe what I was hearing. I had never even dreamed of this being done by a woman, but I wanted it to be done to me so bad I didn't care. I nodded to her and she pulled up my top and freed my breasts. As she leaned forward to take my nipple in her mouth, her blouse gaped open and I could see her full breasts for the first time. I watched as her tongue touched my nipple for the first time and drew circles around it. I raised my hands to the back of her head and pulled it into me, pressing her to me. Opening her mouth, she took my nipple into it and sucked my whole breast in. I could not believe how good it felt. Then she repeated it with the other breast and I could feel her hand travelling up my leg. I could not resist. I didn't want to resist. I spread my legs as much as the skirt would allow, to give her access to me. Her fingers barely touched my flesh as they moved over me. She found my spot and began to rub me as she sucked on my nipples and breast. I held her head tightly to me. I didn't want her to stop and it gave me support in case my knees gave out. I was so wet. My body began to spasm and my nipples were throbbing, I almost passed out as Elizabeth rubbed me off. It was so intense. When she withdrew her fingers from me she brought them to her lips and licked my juices from her fingers. I didn't know what to say to her. I felt guilty and excited about this new found desire. Elizabeth spoke first. She told me I was so beautiful and this would be our little secret. I could come and try on clothes any time; she had a lot she could show me. I still felt awkward about what had just happened but she gave me a hug and told me not to worry. I would think about it later and realize how much I had enjoyed it and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Without even thinking I began to remove the clothes in order to put mine back on. Standing naked before her, she smiled approvingly at me and told me I had a very pretty body, and she hoped I would return. Stepping forward, she held my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the lips and as she left the change room, she said to me," please come to The Other Side again soon". I left the store in a daze and went looking for my friends who had moved elsewhere in the Mall. As I walked, I could feel the wetness between my legs, which continually reminded me of what had just happened. I was uncertain how I felt. I was thinking I should not have allowed it to happen, but I wanted it too and I didn't want to stop Elizabeth. I began to think about her and how I kind of left her hanging. She did not get satisfied herself. Maybe she was doing that right now. As I walked, I wondered what it would be like to do to her what she had done to me. Was she thinking of me now? All these thoughts were going through my mind. Over the next couple of days I thought of nothing else but Elizabeth. Even though I was at the Mall every night with my friends, I stayed away from The Other Side. I fought the urge to go into the store. One night, when I could resist no longer, I went into the store. Elizabeth was with a customer and I looked around while she was busy. When she was free, she came over to me, with a big smile on her face. She looked so beautiful. She had on a white pullover and a black short skirt. I felt a little awkward and didn't know what to say to her. She asked me if there was something I wanted to try on. I said I had nothing in mind, what did she recommend? I could not believe I said that so boldly. The look on her face revealed that she knew what I had in mind. With that, she told me to go to the change room and she would bring something in for me to try. Standing in the change room waiting for her, I began to second guess myself. What was I doing here? I knew what would happen. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Elizabeth came in. I was very nervous. She approached me and took me in her arms and asked how I was. I told her how I was feeling and she said that was understandable and not to be concerned. Soon she would make me feel better. With that she asked me to take my clothes off so she could see me. Once my clothes were off I stood before her and tried to cover myself with my hands, but she asked me not to. I watched her, as she looked me over. Staring at my face and working her way down, she lingered on my breasts and as she watched, my nipples grew before her eyes. They started to ache. She had placed her hand under her sweater and was squeezing her own nipples as she looked at mine. She asked me if I would like to see her breasts and I said yes with no hesitation. She lifted her sweater and pulled it over her head. They were beautiful, larger than mine, but still very firm looking and her nipples were very long. Cupping her breasts with her hands, she offered them to me, asking if I would like to suck on them. In a trance, I walked over to her and bent my head to tease a nipple with my tongue and then I drew it into my hungry mouth. It seemed to get bigger in my mouth as I sucked. Elizabeth ran her hand down my body and began to explore me with her fingers. Once again my knees felt like they would collapse. I switched to the other nipple and sucked it to complete hardness. Feeling naughty I nibbled it with my teeth and Elizabeth moaned. I wanted to feel her, so I moved my one hand down her body and up under her skirt to the soft flesh between her legs. I did not feel the mass of hair that I expected but a little patch in which I could feel her wetness coming through. My fingers probed and rubbed her as I sucked and nibbled on her nipples and her one hand held my head close to her chest. I could hear her moan and her body start to spasm. She squeezed her legs closed and almost crushed my hand. After a moment, she composed herself and pushed me back against the wall of the change room. Behind me was a small shelf and she asked me to sit up on it. It was cool on my butt. Elizabeth knelt before me and I knew what was going to happen. I had never had this done to me before, but I had heard and read about it. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. Pushing my legs apart, she opened me up and she moved her face towards me, kissing my inner thighs and licking up my juices as she came closer to me. Then I felt her tongue on me, licking around and probing in and out, lapping up my wetness. At the same time, she was fingering me and she slowly inserted it into me as she found my clit and began to lick and suck on it. I could not believe the sensations I was feeling. It was something I have never experienced before. In no time, my body began to shake and I held her head tightly between my legs. She continued to lick and suck until I could no longer stand it and I had to push her away from me. Standing up, she held me and kissed me, letting me taste my own juices from her mouth and tongue. At that moment I wanted to be with her forever. She made me feel complete as a woman not a child. I wanted to return the favor but she told me in due time. Right now she had to reopen the store before someone got suspicious. Straightening herself up, she said I better get dressed and she gave me a hug before she left. Once dressed and settled down, I left the change room and Elizabeth was with another customer. As I walked by her, she asked if I liked what I saw and smiling at her, I replied I did and I would return very soon to The Other Side for some more. Comments appreciated: