You go shopping for lingerie for the first-time

"Your boyfriend is really forward," says Rachel. "A good thing some times."

You try and reply but stutter to badly for her to discern it. This somehow only further endears her and she laughs again.

"How many times have you two slept together?" she continues.

You stumble in response. You cannot tell if she is teasing or being serious but either way she has you flustered. This is a side of her you have never seen before. Not having an answer does not seem to bother her.

Once inside she goes straight to the bras and begins looking through them. So many colors and different shapes, sizes, and designs has you hot in moments. This has always been a restricted place to you yet here you are. Keeping your head down you avert your gaze from the others in the store hoping they do not call you out for being here. Meanwhile Rachel picks up a lace bra and holds it up to her chest and absently asks your size.

You meekly shrug your shoulders, "don't know."

She throws the bra down turning and glaring at you, "How can you not know? Are you really that shy about this kind of thing?"

"Yes," you say.

She rubs her forehead, "that just simply won't do." She then pulls you to the back of the store into a changing room. No one else pays you any attention but you cannot help blushing as you are pushed into the changing room.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?!" you take a step back.

"How else are we going to get your measurements, off with your shirt," she steps closer.

You are near hyperventilating and unresponsive. She grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head despite your protests. Your bare breasts are then revealed to her along with your hard nipples.

She lets out a slight gasp when she revels your braless chest, "have you ever even worn a bra?"

"Y..yes," you say trying to cover your breasts.

Before you know it, she is wrapping a tap measure around you, you do not even know where she got it, "lift your arms, please."

You slowly do so and she begins taking your measurements, you only assume she knows what she is doing. Despite your embarrassment you cannot stop the tingles of pleasure every time Rachel touches you. You keep your lips sealed lest you moan when she brushes your nipples with the tap measure and fondles your breasts. She then abruptly stops leaving you wanting.

"Alright, I've got what I need, wait here," Rachel leaves you in the dressing room topless and horny. Unsure if you should put your shirt back on or not or how long she will be gone you wait and collect your thoughts. You will have to get her pregnant, not something you want to do, an idea starts to form when she returns with a stack of bras.

Handing you one Rachel tells you to put it on. You of course try to but fumble with it and once again baffle Rachel.

"Never seen a girl so unaccustomed to bras? Did you just exit puberty or something or have you just never worn them? I truly don't get it."

You frown and decided not to respond. Despite her teasing she helps you out and teaches you a few tricks. It does not take long for you to figure it out and you are soon putting them on with easy. Several pair later Rachel asks which one you like.