Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 21:19:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna Tarp <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Life of Jane {Jenna}(F/F reluc)[3!_]

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This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic descriptions
of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females with minor
females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
sometimes-violent content may also be offensive. Descriptions, scenes,
characters and situations are purely fictional and intended solely for the
entertainment of its readers.


The Life of Jane - Chapter Three - "The New Dress"

Jane was excited. She was going to go shopping today in the new mall
located in the next city north. York was too small to have a mall and this
meant that she would have to take and bus and everything. It was destined
to be a huge adventure.

"P-s-s-s-s-s-t," sounded the bus doors as it rolled to a stop in front of
the mall entrance. Jane stepped down onto the sidewalk and stared at the
huge building before her. She reveled at how big the parking lot was and
awed at how many cars were there already.

The sun warmed her back as she strolled through the entrance and into the
huge archway and air conditioning. Jane marveled at the number of shops and
major stores.

As she slowly and deliberately window-shopped, Jane was intrigued by a
woman's shop that had a huge picture window with two mannequin's on each
side, but nothing in the middle. She thought the display looked odd, even
though it provided a clear view deep into the store. Along the left wall
were dressing rooms and low racks of clothes filled the center. The cashier
station was along the back wall and Jane noticed that it seemed like there
was only one clerk, an older woman, perhaps in her thirties.

The clothes also got Jane's attention. It appeared the store didn't carry
clothes like jeans and such, but more like lingerie. Personally, Jane
didn't own anything like that, so she thought she might check them out.

"Hello," greeted the woman as Jane strolled in, "is it still warm outside?"

"Yes, quite warm in fact," Jane confessed.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" asked the clerk.

"Well, no, not particularly, but if I found a dress I liked, I may buy it,"
smiled Jane.

"A dress, eh?" hummed the clerk. Shannon was really taken by the size and
heft of Jane's breasts. She had to find a way to see them firsthand. During
the first two minutes when meeting someone, Shannon found she had a special
skill, which enabled her to 'size up' a client. Jane, she thought, was a
very trusting girl who could be easily duped. So she quickly formulated an
outrageous plan to see just how gullible this young teenager was.

"Hmmm, a dress, a dress," Shannon repeated to herself as if deep in
thought. "You know what kind of dress you need? You need one of those
one-size-fits-all, form-fitting dresses. I mean, with a body like yours,
you'd be crazy not to."

"Oh, I don't know," hesitated Jane, "I've never worn anything like that
before."

"What?!" exclaimed Shannon, "you're kidding right?"

"No, really, never," insisted Jane.

"Wow. That's scary. I mean, pardon my frankness, but you have the most
gorgeous body I've ever seen. I mean you're perfect," praised
Shannon. "Seriously, you've got a tiny waist, long legs, and that bosom, oh
wow, you'd be crazy not to get one."

"Really?" asked Jane as she twisted and turned in a mirror.

"Absolutely," insisted Shannon. She turned and walked to the other side of
a rack and pulled out an empty hanger. "Now this one is beautiful," she
said as she held the hanger as if it had a dress on it.

"Ha ha, funny," snickered Jane at the obvious attempt at humor.

"What's the matter?" asked Shannon in the most serious tone ever, "What?
You don't like the color?"

Shannon stared at the invisible dress and pondered her next move. "I
thought white would look good on you. I guess not," Shannon said in the
most hurt sounding voice she could muster.

Jane sensed that she had just insulted the clerk and apologized
immediately, "I'm sorry, I just thought you were kidding," and she took
another look at the empty hanger.

"No. I wasn't," insisted the clerk as she choked back tears. "Do you
realize how many people laugh at me when I show them this dress?" she
muttered in a broken voice. "I'll never sell one of these. I don't know why
they even bought them," she blubbered and wiped away a tear.

"Oh, please, I'm sorry," Jane pleaded. She'd never hurt anyone's feelings
in her life and she wasn't about to start now. "I'm truly sorry."

"It's okay, I understand," Shannon mumbled as she stared at the ground. "I
just thought that with your body and this dress, they were a match made in
heaven. I mean, seriously, no one else I've tried to sell one too looked
nearly as good as you. I just thought that if you'd let me help you put it
on you'd see how great it DID look and you'd buy one."

Jane totally understood what the clerk was saying. She really empathized
with her plight and realized how hard it must have been to sell one of
those dresses. "But it just looks so see-thru, that's all," Jane explained.

"Oh, believe me, I understand what you're saying, but trust me, it's not
that bad," the clerk insisted.

Jane could see that the clerk was feeling better and she didn't want upset
her again.

"I just wish you'd try it on and see for yourself. Seriously, trust me,"
Shannon begged, "this is the dress for you, you'll see."

Jane pondered her predicament as she stared at what certainly looked like
an empty hanger to her, but the way the clerk insisted upon its reality,
she eventually decided to humor her and said, "Okay, I'll try it on."

"Great!" Shannon almost shouted with glee. She quickly composed herself and
got control. There was no way she thought she'd ever convince this teenager
to try on her 'invisible' dress, but somehow she'd done it. "This girl is
stupider than I thought," she mused to herself.

"Here," Shannon began, "let my help you off with your clothes."

"What? Here?" asked a shocked Jane, "but we're standing in the front of the
store and anybody walking by can look right in. Can't we just use a
changing room?"

"No one can see in," chuckled Shannon with simple hand gesture, "this is
one-way glass. We can see out, but no one can see in."

Jane thought for a moment. She was sure that she could see in from the
outside. But the clerks confidence made Jane question her self, "Wasn't it
THIS store I could see in? Or was that some other one?" She'd seen so many
stores to this point Jane questioned her self.

While she slipped deep into thought, the clerk had unbuttoned the front of
Jane's blouse and was pulling it over her shoulders. Jane blinked her eyes
when she felt it slip off her shoulders and she instinctively covered her
mammoth bra-covered breasts.

"Come on sweetie, take off your skirt," instructed Shannon, "I know this is
one-size-fits-all but don't be silly. In fact, these dresses should be worn
over NOTHING."

Jane's mind wondered again. She pictured herself naked underneath the
dress. She'd never done that before. She always wore underwear. She stared
at the empty hanger again and sheepishly asked, "How long is it?"

Shannon chuckled and said, "Mid thigh of course. You can see that, can't
you?"

Jane, not wanting to appear stupid, agreed, "Oh yeah, how silly of me."

"Come on now, get that skirt off," Shannon repeated as she turned her back
and straightened a rack of clothes. "Can't appear too eager," she whispered
in her mind.

Jane unconsciously unzipped the side zipper on her skirt and let it fall to
the ground before stepping out of it.

Shannon turned around when she heard rustling and was happy to see Jane
standing in only her bra and panties. Her heart was racing with
anticipation and she wanted this stupid girl to get completely naked before
she tried on her new dress. Plus she wanted her to hurry up before someone
came in and destroyed her fun. "Okay sweetie, now the rest and can you
speed it up a little? I've got work to do," she said with an air of
urgency. Shannon didn't want to upset the apple cart, but she had to get
things moving.

"Oh, I don't think that's necessary do you?" hesitantly asked Jane.

Shannon took a risk. She wanted to show Jane how upset she was that she
wasn't going to do as she asked so she spread some clothes and slammed the
hanger down saying, "Fine. If you don't want to put the dress on and see it
the way it's SUPPOSED to be seen, then forget it. Please don't waste my
time, okay?"

Jane felt bad that she'd just hurt the clerks feelings AGAIN. How could she
have done that twice in ONE day? "I'm sorry," apologized Jane again.

"Look," began Shannon slowly, "I don't want to force you to do anything you
don't want to do. I just don't want to stand here all day and wait for
you. I know this dress will look absolutely fabulous on you, but only if
you wear it the way it's designed. Okay?"

"Okay," replied Jane, knowing the clerk was right. With one last look out
the front store window, Jane slipped two thumbs in the waistband of her
panties and pushed to the floor. She stepped out of them as she undid the
hooks on her bra and pulled it free of her huge tits.

Just then, a mom and two teenage girls walked by. The youngest girl glanced
in and stopped in her tracks and stared. Her sister and mom stopped and
stared immediately thereafter.

Jane felt totally uncomfortable standing naked in the front window like
this and asked again, "Are you sure no one can see in here?"

Without even looking, Shannon confidently replied, "Yes, quite sure."

Shannon acted as though she pulled the dress off the hanger and bunched it
up like she was going to pull it over her head. She turned to Jane and
said, "Okay, now lift your arms over your head and I'll slip this down on
you."

Jane stared at the three females who stared back with puzzled looks like,
"what are you doing?"

Shannon pretended to pull the dress down over Jane's arms.

Jane actually felt a dress going on her, but didn't realize that it was
just a clever trick by Shannon. She delicately dragged the tips of her
fingers along Jane's skin to simulate 'a dress'.

With the touch of an expert, Shannon brushed her hands along Jane's narrow
waist and down her hips 'straightening' out any wrinkles. She stepped back
and with a puzzled look and said, "This dang thing keeps bunching up around
your breasts," and she pinched both nipples and tugged on them as if
pulling loose material forward.

Jane gasp at the woman's touch, but knew she did it as an accident. Her
arms were getting tired overhead so she politely asked, "May I lower my
arms now?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Sure go ahead," apologized Shannon. "How does the dress
feel? I don't understand why it keeps bunching and wrinkling like it
does. It should just lie flat," she said as she kept stroking Jane's skin.

Jane held her breath and closed her eye's. The clerk's constant
'straightening' was driving her crazy. Each time her hands ran down her
sides or her front, Jane held her breath. The clerk's hands kept petting
her like the neighborhood dog.

Shannon used all her strength to not give in to her primal urge and just
molest the stupid teenager. Instead, she opted to praise her in hopes that
she would saunter out and put her self on display. "My oh my, don't you
look absolutely GORGEOUS! You take my breath away," she gasped and stepped
back, "if I were a man I'd just have to have you NOW!"

Jane blushed at the compliment.

"But...," Shannon paused and shook her head.

Concerned, Jane asked sheepishly, "What's wrong?"

Shannon's face was creased with puzzlement. She stepped back and stared at
Jane's chest. Finally after a long pause she sighed and said, "I just don't
understand why this dress keeps bunching like this. It's not supposed to do
that."

"What do you mean?" asked Jane.

Shannon placed her hands under Jane's enormous breasts and attempted to
lift them. Their weight surprised her and she grinned widely in her mind,
but kept a stern look of concern outwardly. "See?" she said, "it's supposed
to fit nicely against your skin like this."

Jane just stood quietly as the older clerk hefted her breasts. She knew the
woman was only trying to help, but Jane couldn't help the surge of
excitement she felt either. She slowly squeezed her eyes shut momentarily
and sighed.

Shannon sensed Jane's arousal. But she'd already decided that putting the
stupid young teen on display for the whole mall was even more exciting than
fingering her. She pressed forward with her plan. "Mmmm, there we go," she
grinned, "that looks much better. Do you see what I mean?" she asked as she
gestured for Jane to look in a mirror.

Jane was still bewildered and didn't really see any difference; in fact she
still didn't see a 'dress' at all. But the clerk was so convincing she just
knew she was missing something crucial and so she nodded her head and said,
"Uh, yes, I do see a difference now."

Shannon's heart was doing cartwheels inside. She was so excited at how dumb
this gorgeous teenager was she could barely contain herself. She allowed
Jane to stare at herself in the mirror for a long time and then she
blatantly stared at Jane's pubic area and again shook her head.

"What's the matter?" asked Jane shyly. She could see the clerk was staring
at her pubic area and she felt uncomfortable.

"Well," started Shannon, "well, uh, you see..." and then she stopped.

"What? What's the matter?" Jane asked more concerned than ever.

Shannon knew she had baited the stupid teen sufficiently. She began
cautiously, "Well, dear, it's, uh, your pubic hair. I can see it pushing
the dress out and some of them are actually poking through the material and
I can see them."

Jane was totally embarrassed and pleaded, "Oh my God, what do I do?"

Shannon had the answer and calmly took control, "Oh it's simple. All we
have to do is give you a little trim and you'll be fine. I have some
scissors behind the counter. I'll be right back, stay here."

As the clerk walked to the back of the store, Jane stood quietly and stared
back at the small crowd of onlookers that had stopped to watch. "Phew," she
thought to herself, "am I glad this is one-way glass; otherwise they could
all see me right now."

Shannon came back with the scissors and knelt down in front of
Jane. Carefully she pressed on Jane's taut stomach and cooed, "Now don't
move." She pretended to lift the dress and hold it against Jane's stomach.

Jane looked down but her large breasts prohibited her from actually seeing
the clerk work. She could feel the woman's hand press in on her stomach and
stretch her pubic mound upward. She could feel the woman cutting her pubic
hair and gently pulling and stretching her sensitive labia. The arousal she
was feeling was impossible to deny. Having this clerk pull at her hair like
this was driving her wild.

"Open up a little," Shannon breathed.

Jane was more than willing to spread her legs. She didn't know why she just
had to.

Shannon took extra time to carefully and slowly brush her open palm over
Jane's exposed pubic mound. She could tell by Jane's body language that she
liked it. She could feel the young teen's pelvic area push forward against
her hand and her choppy, inconsistent breath signaled her arousal.

With the careful precision of a master barber, Shannon trimmed Jane's pussy
into a tight, short triangle. Now, it seemed, she was ready.

"Wow," Shannon sighed as she crossed her arms with a satisfied look, "you
look REALLY great."

Jane blushed a little and sheepishly asked, "Really?"

"Oh yes," replied Shannon as she lathered on the final touches to her
ultimate plan, "you look absolutely fantastic. Will that be cash or
credit?"

Jane thought for a moment and then said, "Credit."

"Terrific," replied Shannon, "and of course you'd like to wear it home
today."

Jane paused for a brief second and then said, "Of course I would, thank
you."

Shannon could hardly believe her ears. Her heart pounded like a big
kettledrum. She couldn't believe that this stupid teenager was really going
to "wear" the dress home. Her pussy gushed with arousal at the thought.

When she finished ringing up Jane's 'purchase', Shannon asked if there was
anything else. When Jane shook her head 'no' she held her breath. Summoning
all the self-control she could muster, Shannon handed Jane a bag with all
her old clothes inside and said, "You have a wonderful day sweetie and
THANK YOU."

Jane accepted the bag, turned and headed for the door. She could see the
large crowd of people standing outside the store staring in. Her heart
fluttered with excitement and her juices flowed as she inched closer the
doorway. She could hardly wait to see how people would react to her new
dress. Jane's nipples hardened as she stepped outside. Her skin rippled
with goose bumps when she heard them gasp, giggle and grin.

She knew her dress was a big hit and she paused briefly to let everyone get
a good look. Then she straightened her back, drew her shoulders rearward,
which raised her mammoth breasts to even greater height than normal.

The crowd of mostly women and children ooed and awed as she held her bag
out to her side, spread her arms and pirouetted for their enjoyment. Jane
was delirious with arousal. She'd never received this much attention before
by so many strangers and she owed it all to the nice clerk and her new
dress.

The crowd of women and children murmured amongst themselves, "I want to
touch her," one said, "me too, mommy," said a little girl. "She's
gorgeous," cooed a grandmother.

One little girl loudly asked, "Why is that girl naked, mommy?"

Jane heard that above all else. Her heart began to pound wildly and she
became afraid. "Why would that girl say that?" she panicked in her mind,
"can't she see my new dress?"

Jane blinked and dropped her arms. A look of fear swept over her face and
her nipples hardened even more. Jane felt a trickle of sweat roll off her
scalp and down her spine. What had she done?

Suddenly it seemed like the crowd of women and children were closing in on
her from all sides. Jane felt trapped, naked and trapped in the mall. Her
mind raced with anxiety and fear and she blindly spun around and saw faces
getter larger and larger as the crowd of women pressed in.

Before Jane could think of what to do hands began stroking her heated
flesh. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She didn't dare draw more
attention to herself than what she already had. She tried to fight off the
hands as best she could but there were so many.

Jane kept spinning in a circle, trying to escape the hands. Large hands,
small hands, old hands, young hands, cold hands, hot hands, hands, hands,
HANDS!!

The more Jane pushed and pulled the more hands reached out. Hands pulled
her nipples, hands stroked her back, hands pinched her ass, hands squeezed
her sensitive pubic mound, hands ran up and down her thighs, hands brushed
her hair. Jane was going crazy. So many hands, so many wild sensations, it
was too much to handle.

No matter what she did or how she tried to protect herself it always left
some other part of her body vulnerable. Jane jerked and twitched but it
didn't matter.

There was so much pushing and shoving going on around Jane, that she felt
like she was caught in a whirlpool. She was helpless to stop it and she was
getting tired. Hands kept pawing at her and pulling at her. Her thighs were
being held open and her breasts were being pulled with pairs of
hands. Someone kept pulling and stretching her rubbery, pimpled
nipples. Hands kept reaching under her ass to her pussy and visa
versa. Jane's mind began to reel. She could hardly breath with all the
pressure being applied, pressure from the masses and pressure from hands
groping her ass, pussy and breasts.

Jane's skin reddened from the unwanted touching, yet heated from the
same. She tilted her face skyward to gasp for air. She felt fingers press
inside her sopping vagina and she groaned loudly. Then she felt moist
fingers wrap over her chin and enter her mouth. Reactively, she closed her
mouth and sucked on them. She tasted a tangy gooey liquid on them and she
moaned at its flavor. It was intoxicating. Jane swooned an almost passed
out.

The crowd held Jane up. Her knees had gone weak and she was like a limp
dishrag in their grasp.

Jane could only close her eyes and wait until the crowd finished. She was
almost in a sitting position in the middle of the mall, but the hands
didn't let her sit down. The kept her up while other hands and fingers
probed her anus and vagina.

Her breasts were being pulled with pairs of hands. It felt like they were
milking her, but harder, much harder, almost angry. Hands grabbed her tits
at the base between finger and thumb and pulled from her chest like they
were being forced through a narrow tube. Then her nipples were stretched
for inches beyond that. It was torment, delicious torment and Jane could
only moan.

That's when the slapping began. Someone grabbed Jane's massive tits like
they were preparing to lift a heavy pole and pulled them hard. They held
them like that until they became engorged with blood and turned bright
red. Tiny hands then began to slap at her nipples. Whoever held her breasts
so forcefully began swinging them like they were trying to hit someone with
them. Other hands slapped back and giggles reined down from the crowd.

Jane was helpless to do anything. She just stood there, supported by the
crowd and took it. Her stomach was beginning to ache. Something deep inside
her was brewing and she was too weak to fight it. Jane had lost total
control over her emotions and her body.

Fingers and hands fought over her pussy and anus. Sometimes multiple hands
were digging deep inside her abused sloppy flesh. She didn't know for sure
but that's what it felt like. Then someone's thumb, an experienced thumb
began pressing on her most sensitive place. Jane's nub swelled with each
thump as the thumb flicked by.

That was all Jane could handle. Her stomach tightened and her body became
rigid as the delicious torment continued. Finally, Jane could hold back no
more. Her insides pushed downward and her pussy gushed with girl cum as
Jane let out huge scream,
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGNNNNNNNNNNN!!" Her orgasmic
fluid sprayed out like urine to the delight of the crowd.

Cum soaked hands wiped their residue on Jane's limp body as she convulsed
in post orgasmic bliss for several minutes.

Jane was gently laid on the cool tile floor and the crowd slowly
departed. A small grin creased her lips and she rubbed her freshly trimmed
pussy and curled up in the fetal position as she slowly recovered. As crazy
as it seemed, Jane wasn't sure if this had been a dream or reality. All she
knew was that she'd just cum and she felt wonderful.

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