Shopping at Coquette's

Kelly found herself looking forward to going clothes shopping in a way that she hadn’t looked forward to anything involving clothes in a really long time. What she was not expecting, when she pulled up in front of their dorm in her somewhat beat-up Kia, was both Emma and her petite, lesbian Latina roommate Carmen to hop into the back seat completely topless, wearing just panties and carrying shoulder bags. When Kelly expressed concern that any stores might not let in topless female customers, the girls laughed at her.

“How are we supposed to try on the clothes if we’re already wearing some?” Emma asked impishly.

Kelly sighed and drove off to an address Carmen gave her. This proved not to be on the college town main drag which Kelly knew many of the students frequented, but not too far away from that, in a small strip mall with a pet supply store and a taco place. There were a couple of mannequins arranged in the window wearing lacy, semi-transparent lingerie. The sign above the door read “Coquette’s” in fancy script. Kelly smiled a little at the joke. The average passerby would likely simply assume that this was either the proprietress’ name or an attempt to seem classy, not realizing that “coquette,” as used in a somewhat bygone era, was pretty close to a synonym for what all the girls these days loved to call each other: slut.

As witnessed by the way Carmen enthusiastically greeted the girl behind the counter when the trio walked in. “Hey slut!”

“Hey slut!” the employee called back as she walked over. The girl had a shock of short, bubblegum pink hair, and was wearing a bra and panty-set of the exact same color that seemed only to emphasize how attractive (and large) her tits were. A nametag identifying her as “Alicia,” had been pinned to one of her bra straps. Without saying anything else, she walked toward Carmen and the two girls engaged in the by-now-standard sloppy kiss greeting. It wasn’t until the pair broke apart that Kelly noticed that Alicia’s hand had been inside Carmen’s panties the whole time. The shopgirl pulled out her fingers, then stuck one in her mouth and sucked off Carmen’s juices. Then the pair exchanged wide grins.

Emma leaned over to Kelly and whispered, “I forgot Carmen has an old fuckfriend who works here.”

“So, this is Dr. Wyndam,” Carmen told her friend, gesturing toward Kelly. “It’s kind of a long story, but she is basically looking to dress more like somebody our age. It’s not creepy because it’s for science.” Alicia gave Kelly a curious look. “Um, I don’t think it makes sense for her to go full bra and panties all the time, but I mean, she’s a teacher. I’m thinking, keep it in that ballpark, but more like… teacher in a porno.”

“We can do that,” the shopgirl told them. She looked over at Kelly and sized her up for a moment. “OK, let’s try this…” She motioned for the group to follow her back into the store.

As Alicia pored over racks of extremely short skirts, Kelly took the opportunity to ask Carmen about her own style.

“I know a lot of older people just think we dress as slutty as possible, but that’s confusing form and function, I think,” Carmen said very seriously. “I want to be slutty, and so I dress to help with that. I’m really looking for two things: showing off what I’ve got and ease of access. I want to show anybody I want to fuck how hot I am, and when I do get to fuck them, I don’t want the clothes to get in the way. Beyond that… I think I look good in black.”

Only a few minutes later, Kelly found herself holding a pile of clothes. She hesitated only briefly at the fact that the dressing room was just an alcove at the back of the store, without any separating door or curtain. After all, both Emma and Carmen had been there a couple days earlier when she came on Emma’s tongue, watching her change was probably pretty boring after that. As it turned out, the fact that Alicia with the pink hair was openly staring at her when she stripped off her previous clothes honestly got her a little wet.

She found that the outfits the girls had picked out did seem to hew to Carmen’s general rules, and as far as Kelly could tell, the line between slutty teacher and slutty schoolgirl was muddled at best. For example, there was a white top that was only held together by a tie under her tits, pushing them up into the maximum amount of cleavage possible and exposing her full stomach underneath. She could picture the tie coming undone with a single tug. There were also a few different skirts that barely covered her ass. Carmen suggested she should try going commando underneath.

“Remember, ease of access,” the girl told her.

Kelly was still deciding on that one. She was just trying to imagine wearing an outfit like that in the Faculty Lounge. The generational needle was a very hard one to thread. Not to mention that the number of younger female professors was pretty limited, so she didn’t even have a lot of peers her own age. But she could probably tell most of them that it was part of work on a paper and they wouldn’t ask too many more questions.

Not all, though. And maybe that wasn’t a bad thing? Maybe the Professor Galbraiths of the world needed to have their eyes opened a little. She knew she had to remain objective, but she was also starting to hope that her paper could show people her age and older that Gen XXX was worth listening to, that they shouldn’t all just be dismissed because they were so into fucking.

She also tried on a vest that pushed her breasts up and together, held together by three buttons. It at least looked a bit more authoritative, though Alicia suggested that not all the buttons had to be done up. There was a black, lacy number through which her bra would clearly be visible, or her tits if she chose not to wear one, though Emma had questions about how easy it would be to take off in a hurry. There was also an outfit that Kelly didn’t think she had seen before, a fairly normal, if low-cut, white top that ended just below her breasts, beneath which was a gauzy, semi-transparent skirt that started above her midriff and ended above mid-thigh, through which her panties could clearly be seen.

The girls also spent some time discussing footwear, with Carmen pushing for some “fuck me pumps,” but that would require a trip to a different store. She did pick up a few pairs of stockings that were designed to end above the knee but well below a short skirt, emphasizing the bare skin above them and avoiding any “access issues.”

Kelly wanted to be the person who would wear all this, but in some ways that seemed like even more of a leap than becoming the professor who gets eaten out by her students. Probably because that wasn’t public knowledge, but this definitely would be. So, with Emma and Carmen’s approval, she hedged her bets a little, also getting a couple of spaghetti-strap, low-cut little sundresses that Alicia repeatedly noted were “super easy to just shrug off when you need to, and great for our customers who don’t like wearing any underwear.”

The purchases weren’t cheap, but maybe Kelly could at least write them off on her taxes as a research expense. As she handed Alicia her credit card, she noticed for the first time a small advertisement display set up next to the check out counter, showing a slim blonde in a sundress very similar to the ones she bought. The straps had fallen over her shoulders and the dress was barely clinging above the models’ tits. The text beneath read “Designed to look good, whether it’s on you or crumpled on the floor.”

After they were all back in her car, Kelly asked Carmen whether she and Alicia were still fuckfriends.

“You know, I’m not sure,” the Latina girl replied. “You don’t usually, like, break up with a fuckfriend, you just sort of stop fucking them. We used to do it more, it’s been a while.” She sighed. “I do miss scissoring her, she was really good at it. And she kept this cute landing strip above her pussy that she dyed pink, too. I don’t know if she still does. I was very into that.”

It occurred to Kelly that, while it was her understanding that scissoring was not as popular among lesbians as porn would lead one to believe (even having been with girls many times, she had never done it), this was a generation of lesbians basically raised by porn. Of course they would scissor each other, that was what porn lesbians did.

On the drive, she sincerely thanked Carmen for all her help.

“It was actually really fun,” the girl said, “but… if you wanted to thank me properly, I can think of a few ways.”

Well, it was only fair. But… how to handle it? It occurred to Kelly then that she’d had no problem having her Research Assistant come over to her apartment in lingerie before. In the worst case scenario…

No. She was done thinking about worst case scenarios. She wanted to do this right.

“So, are you guys cool with stopping at my place on the way back?” she asked the two topless girls in her backseat. They both agreed.

The drive back to her place was not very long, but Kelly could feel herself getting very wet on the way.