Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 12:10:52 PST
From: Nicole Jamais <nicolecd69@hotmail.com>
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.

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