Shopping

I checked my phone, still no new messages from Pete. Mom left after Victor’s search, so there wasn’t any chance of finding another of her victims. I was at the mall though, so I could always, you know, shop. I could use a new pair of panties, something sexy for Pete’s sake.

I returned to the clothing store Riley and I had visited earlier. Carl was still behind the register, his face turned a bright red when he saw me. I blew him a kiss, and he glanced away to the register.

I meandered my way through the racks until I found the underwear section. Thongs, lace, frills, boyshorts to lingerie. I found a couple options when I heard a clatter behind me. Turning I saw where Carl had bumped into a rack, knocking a variety of garments to the floor.

“What do you think?” I held up a red thong in one hand, and a black lacy pair that would hug my bottom nicely. I moved one then the other to my crotch, pulling all of Carl’s attention.

“Um, I,” he stammered watching as I held up the red then the black panties. “About earlier,” he started.

But I interrupted, “The red pair or the black? Or perhaps I need to try them on. Would you like a fashion show?”

Carl nervously adjusted his bulge. I wasn’t sure if I’d broken him, when he nodded and followed as I led us back to the dressing room. I guided him into the open dressing room, pulling the curtain closed behind us.

“It’s just that I was so nervous. I was convinced,” his words caught in his throat as my shorts hit the floor, revealing my lack of panties.

I pulled the red thong up my legs, pulling everything into place. I check myself out in the mirror, the red fabric swallowed by my cheeks. “What do you think?”

He gulped, “They’re great.” His eyes glued to my glutes. “But earlier I was hasty because my friends had been teasing me—“

“Do you think I should try on the other pair?” I asked, already pulling the thong back down my legs.

“Yea, yea,” he said, watching intently as I bent over to step out of the first pair. “So I’m going to Big State University this fall—“

“Ooh, you’re going to be a Big Boy? Congrats,” I said turning the thong right side out, standing bottomless in front of Carl.

“Thanks, but like I was saying my friends were teasing me because I’m—“

“There, are these better?” I asked turning around in the lacy black panties.

“I’m a virgin!” Carl blurted.

I turned to look at him, his eyes avoiding eye contact, or was he just checking out my ass in the mirror? “Oh, Carl.”

“Yea, so I was just so excited when I had this chance to lose my virginity before leaving for BSU in the fall. And then I blew it,” he said, his head hanging low.

I felt bad for him, so I said, “Okay, I’ll give you a second chance.”

“Really?” he perked up.

I chuckled, “Yes, but first you have to help me get off.” He nodded, looking a little apprehensive, perhaps unsure of his ability to do so. I dropped my panties again, and stepped closer to Carl taking hold of his wrist. I guided his shaking hand to my crotch. “Woah, slow down,” I said pulling him back as he tried to slam his fingers in me.

“Like this,” I show him, guiding his fingers along my folds. He quickly took to my instruction, repeating the motions I demonstrated. His palm rubbing against my clit. I grabbed his other wrist as he started adjusting his own crotch, “We don’t want any accidents.” I swept his hand under my shirt, the hem rising to reveal my tit only to be covered by his hand.

He was a little sloppy, his inexperience shining through. But there was something endearing about his eagerness to learn, and I was still sensitive from my orgasm with Victor. “Now kiss here,” I commanded, pointing to the crook of my neck. With the final element in place, I sank into the sensations letting my pleasure wash over me until Carl finally brought me to the peak.

I tried my best to stifle my moans, biting my palm as my core tightened around his fingers. “Stop,” I huffed out, when he continued his motions through my orgasm.

He froze at the command, looking scared that he’d done something wrong, not even realizing he'd completed his goal. “Relax, you did it, I came.” Relief washed over him, “So now I guess it’s your turn,” and his relief quickly turned to excitement. I took his fingers into my mouth, cleaning off his digits before taking a seat on the bench.

I spread my legs, touching my pussy as Carl removed his pants. His cock already swollen and red, I was sure he wouldn’t last long once again. “Thank you,” he said, his cock twitching as he stared down at me.

“Thank you for the orgasm, now come here,” I said waving him forward. He took a deep breath, stepping forward, leaning down to line up his swollen member with my puffy pussy. He groaned, not bothering to stay quiet at his first thrust, at the losing of his virginity. One thrust, two, and boom my depths were flooded with a second load. Carl’s seed joined Victor’s in my core. “Congrats, Big Boy,” I smiled as he pulled out, “Now what do you think the red or the black?”

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