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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER FOUR I looked around nervously as I walked to school. My imagination was telling me that everyone who passed me could see what I'd done the night before. For the umpteenth time I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then checked to see if any lipstick came off. Of course it didn't - I'd washed my face maybe ten times since returning home from my evening with Shauna and Tessa. Nor was there any eyeshadow left, or - I hoped - anything else. I'd got a nasty surprise that morning, after coming out of the shower. The towel I used to dry myself was stained a pinkish brown, showing that I'd missed some of the powder and creams that Tessa had lavished on my face and neck. That sent me straight back into the shower, where I scrubbed myself with an old flannel until my skin felt raw. And then the flannel went into the bin and I went off to hand-wash the towel before my parents saw what state it was in ... But it wasn't just the possible residue of makeup that was worrying me. I was concerned that maybe I was acting differently, that something would reveal my secret. It could be my speech, or my body language, or - I don't know - some kind of telepathic projection ... Whatever, I was half convinced that I would be recognised as The Boy Who Dressed Up as a Girl. It was not that I regretted what we had done - not even the terrifying outing to the shops. Even without the reward of my first (and possibly last) blowjob, I would still have found last night exciting. And I had to be honest with myself - Shauna, my nylon goddess, had somehow tapped into parts of me that I hadn't known existed. The part that was willing to put myself in her hands. And above all, the part that found makeup and female clothing exhilarating, that wanted to look and act like a girl. I had hardly slept last night, as I relived the incredible experience of being dressed up by the two older girls, of licking them to orgasm, of having my cock sucked by Tessa - and then of finding both their pussies so wet that I had to repeat my cunnilingus until they were finally satisfied. But I also fantasised about what might be to come, of further sessions and outings as Alannah, of more explorations of the girls' bodies, and maybe even ... but I was getting into territory there that was starting to seem way too dangerous, even by the standards of last night. The trouble was that I'd promised Alannah that I'd do absolutely anything for her. If there were limits, she would set them, not me. And that was exciting as well, if also terrifying. When I'd pressed her on what she had in mind, as we were dressing and cleaning up, she'd refused to say - other than to insist that I meet her outside my school this morning, a little earlier than I would normally arrive. She was waiting there as promised, leaning indolently on a fence and chewing gum. It was strange. She wasn't the prettiest of girls. She didn't come from a rich family - if she had, she wouldn't be living in the same rundown suburb as me. Yet she had a kind of swagger about her, a confidence that belied her appearance. Had that always been there, I wondered, or did she discover it only when she realised she could bend me - not to say Tessa - to her will? My eyes went automatically to her legs, which were encased as always in black pantyhose. I didn't know why that fascinated or aroused me as it did, only that I couldn't get enough of seeing it - or, now, of wanting to be dressed the same way. Shauna laughed as she saw where I was looking. "Hey pervert," she said, but softly so that only I could hear it. "Don't call me that," I protested. "All right then, Alan," she replied with mock seriousness, emphasising my name. Thank goodness she wasn't using the female alternative with which she'd rechristened me. "Listen, about last night ..." I said. She arched her eyebrows. "Yes?" I swallowed nervously and continued. "I just wanted to thank you for, you know, all of it. It was ... the best thing that's ever happened to me." She stared at me impassively for a few seconds. "Well I should fucking well hope it was," she said finally. But then her face cracked into a grin and she caught me up in a hug. As we broke from it though, she shot me a quizzical look, a half-smile playing on her acne-scarred face. "Hang on, did you say all of it? Including our little shopping expedition?" I reddened, then nodded. "Well that's just as well," she said, "because you're going out again on Friday night, with Tess. She's going to help you find some clothes of your own." I goggled at her. "We're going to buy ... girls' clothes?" Shauna gave me a look of mock exasperation. "Well, duh ... Unless you have a collection of dresses I don't know about?" I looked round to make sure there was nobody else within earshot, then said quietly: "Of course I don't. But why can't I keep borrowing yours ... or, um, your mum's?" "Because you're the wrong size - you're too small," she said patiently. "It doesn't matter so much with underwear, and I still have that grotty old uniform that doesn't look too bad on you. But if we're going to dress you in something else - you know, something prettier - it would make sense to find an outfit that fits properly. Do you have any money?" "I have a little bit saved up," I said guardedly. "Well that's decided then," she replied. "I'm sure Tess can find a shop that's not too expensive." I shook my head, though more in consternation than rejection. "But I can't go looking for girls' clothes - I'm a boy! And anyway, won't you be there? Can't - I don't know - you and Tessa go and pick something out for me?" Shauna smiled at my pleading tone. "So many questions! Listen, you have to be there because you'll need to try the clothes on, to see if they fit - and whether you like them. You can choose whether you go as Alan or Alannah. But you are definitely going, all right? And as for me, I can't join you cos I'll be at the ballet." "The ballet? Really?" She snorted. "No, of course I'm not going to be at the fucking ballet. Do I look like I'm into that kind of shit? I'm working that night at the pub. And before you ask, yes, I'm old enough to have a job there ... at least as far as they know anyway." I could see from her expression that there would be no arguing with her. I sighed. "Okay, shopping it is. But can I have a think about whether I get, um, dressed up to do that, and let you know on the day? And if I do want to go as Alannah, can we still use your shed to get ready?" She nodded. "Okay," I continued, "is that all you wanted to talk about? Cos I'll have to head in soon." Across the road from us, boys were now streaming through the main entrance to my school. Quite a few quizzical looks had been directed our way, though I was confident nobody had come close enough to overhear us. I had also been keeping a wary eye out for Chris and Kevin, the two older boys we'd run into last night. Shauna put a hand on my shoulder. "Not so fast. I've got a job for you to do, kind of a ... what's that word you nerds are also using? Oh yeah, a quest." "I am not a nerd," I protested. "Just cos I read fantasy books and play strategy board games - that doesn't make me a nerd!" She looked at me steadily. "Well okay," I conceded, "maybe it does. Only I do have a girlfriend, right?" Shauna smiled at that and leant down to kiss me. "Well, Alannah does anyway," she said with a grin. "Does that count?" "I reckon so," I answered, savouring the taste of her - and hoping in the back of my mind that some of my peers had been looking our way. "But anyway, what sort of quest?" "Well," said Shauna, her eyes twinkling, "we need to find another princess ... or at least a prince who's willing to become a princess." I gave her an uncomprehending stare. "Sorry Shauna, I've got no idea what you're talking about." "Well, it's like this. I have you to play with, right? You're my princess - well, my special girlfriend anyway. But I was thinking that it would be a whole lot more fun if Tess had someone to play with too. So I want you to see if you can find someone for her." "Find someone?" "Yeah, I mean find another boy to ... join in the fun. Someone your age, or maybe a bit younger. But, you know, someone who's going to look good in girls' clothes and a bit of makeup, right? Someone who - look, what's your problem?" The stricken look on my face had clearly registered. "Well?" What was my problem? I wanted her (and Tess) all to myself! I didn't want some other boy ruining it. It wouldn't be so special - I wouldn't be so special any more. But I didn't want to say any of that. I was worried Shauna might just drop me like a hot potato - and besides, she was my goddess, she was the one who made the decisions. So I retreated into a second line of defence. "How am I going to persuade someone to come along and get dressed up like a girl? I'd have to tell them what .... what we do! What I do. What if they don't want to? What if they tell someone else?" Shauna rolled her eyes. "Look, idiot, you can leave all that to me. I don't want you to talk anyone into doing anything. All I need is for you to suggest someone. Someone suitable." "Well, okay," I said. It wasn't, not really, but I didn't feel I could say that. "But why don't you choose one of the boys you already know?" "Because," said Shauna with exaggerated patience, "I can't see any of them agreeing to do this - they're not the types. And besides, they're too old - it's kind of nice to have someone younger." "To boss around, you mean?" I shouldn't have said that , but I was still feeling a little aggrieved by the alarming turn the conversation had taken. Shauna eyed me coldly. "Look, if you don't want to do this ..." "I do, I do," I put in quickly. "I mean ... I like you bossing me around." That appeared to mollify her, so I continued. "But it's just that ... well, I feel a bit uncomfortable about the idea of dressing up with another boy there." "You'll get over it," said Shauna lightly. But then she seemed to reconsider. "Look, tell you what, at least the first time we get together we'll dress the two of you up separately, okay? And if you choose someone that doesn't know you very well, maybe they won't even recognise you as Alannah. All right?" "Okay," I nodded, feeling slightly mollified but still very nervous at the idea of turning our cosy little threesome into a foursome. Shauna grinned. "Good. Now, because you're being cooperative, let me give you a little reward." The kiss this time went on much longer and by the time we broke I was tingling all over from the combination of her tongue in my mouth and the feeling of her body against mine. "Right," she said, "I'm off. Don't forget your quest - I'll need a name and an address. And choose carefully ... Be ready Friday afternoon - I'll come round to your house and get you." "To my house? But Mum and Dad will think ... I mean I'll have to tell them that you're my girlfriend or something." Shauna was looking at me quizzically. "And that's a problem because ... ?" I grinned. "No problem at all." I reached up to give her a peck on the lips, then hurried off into school. I spent the first half of the day doing little more than dodging questions from my mates, and indeed most of my class, about the older girl I'd been seen snogging. Not that I was doing a lot of dodging, if I was honest. Behind an impassive, "no big deal" fa?ade, I was loving every minute of it. That said, I was smart enough to worry about the tale getting round some of the older boys, so I did my best to steer clear of any of them, not just Chris or Kevin (who I did glimpse at one point sneaking off for a quick smoke or some other kind of mischief). Eventually, however, I got round to my mission for Shauna, stifling my deep misgivings. I instantly ruled out any of my friends, or indeed anyone in my year. I wanted a stranger, preferably someone who hadn't been at the school long and wouldn't know me. Improvising wildly, I contrived to have a chat with Carl, the brother of one of my mates, who was in the year below me. I told him some nonsense about there being a rumour that one of the new kids in his class had nearly died of some exotic disease. Carl laughed. "Well there's no way it's Aaron," he said, pointing out a hulking boy who seemed twice my size. "But, yeah, there's what's-his-face over there, um, John - could be him. If he turned sideways you wouldn't be able to see him!" As my gaze settled on the figure sitting alone a few benches away, I knew I had my target. He was as slender as advertised, but what really caught my attention was the finely chiselled features peeking out from under a mop of blonde hair. Until, that was, he looked my way and I was transfixed by a pair of large blue eyes. We stared at one another briefly, then both looked away at the same time - but not before I had noticed his very full lips, gleaming white teeth and. somewhat spoiling what might otherwise have been a handsome face, jug handle-like ears. His expression had been distinctly troubled - which was hardly unusual for any new boy at this school, given the amount of routine bullying that went on. "Nah," I said to Carl, "doesn't match the description I got. I must have got it wrong somewhere." Resisting the temptation to ask any further questions about John, I wandered off, wondering how I was going to find out what else I needed to know. There was no way I could break into the school office to look at his file, and I really didn't want to call attention to myself by discussing him with anyone else. In the end I took the simple option and followed him home. Conveniently, he only lived a few blocks away from me. As he went into what looked like a rather more substantial house than my own, he stopped to chat to a girl playing in the front garden who looked the spitting image of him - perhaps a twin sister? Satisfied that I had what I needed, I went home and did my best to catch up with some of the homework I'd missed. I got a reasonable amount done that evening and the following one. But by Friday evening the sense of both expectation and dread at what was to come that night was consuming me. I tried to watch tv or listen to some music, but nothing could hold my attention. My mother noticed my fidgety state and asked what was up. Deciding to tell the truth - or a small part of it anyway - I explained that I was waiting to go out with Shauna. "What, the girl next door?" she asked, looking surprised. I nodded. "Yeah, we, er, got talking and ... became friends, I guess." "And you're going out with her, looking like that?" I looked down at my grubby school clothes and shrugged. "We're only going to the shops - with another friend of hers." " I see," she said, clearly trying to hide a smile, and went off towards the kitchen. "You in for dinner?" she called. "Not sure," I said - but at that very moment the front bell rang. "Uh, I guess not," I replied, hurrying to the door to get there before she could. It was indeed Shauna. "Hi Alan," she said brightly, leaning down to give me a kiss. "Ready to go?" "Sure," I said, hurrying to get out. "Bye mum," I called over my shoulder, then closed the door without waiting for an answer. I wondered if she'd seen the kiss, then decided I didn't mind if she had - and I had much bigger things to worry about in any case. "Someone's in a hurry," observed Shauna, amusement in her voice, as we walked around the block to get to the lane that gave access to her back garden. "Well," I said defensively, "there's a lot to do." Shauna grinned. "Do I take it from that you've decided to go out as Alannah, not Alan?" "Don't have much choice, do I?" I said grumpily. But to forestall any arguments I grabbed a piece of paper out of my pocket and thrust it at my goddess. "Here - name and address, as requested." Shauna squealed with delight and took the paper. "Alan, you're the best ... Or you will be anyway, once we get you properly dressed." And with that we had reached the shed. Tessa was waiting and the process of creating Alannah immediately got under way. It was a lot quicker and more efficient than it had been earlier in the week, since we all knew more now about what we were doing. In no time at all I had swapped into Shauna's old school uniform - and was once again feeling the thrill of being in nylon. As Tessa brushed out my hair and prepared to put it into bunches. Shauna stripped down to her bra and panties, to change into her working clothes. Even though I had seen (and felt and tasted) her naked quim, I had never seen her before with so few clothes on. I was captivated by her firm body, her long legs - and especially the tantalising glimpse of what looked like a very perky pair of breasts. Tessa saw where my eyes were and smiled, but said nothing. By the time Shauna had pulled on a tight-fitting pair of black jeans, a pair of boots and an even tighter sweater, Tessa had started my makeup. Shauna applied some make up of her own, then grabbed a coat and handbag. "Here," she said, delving into her purse and coming out with a fistful of notes. "This is my contribution. See she gets something really pretty, okay?" This was to Tessa, whom she softly kissed on the lips, before giving me the same treatment. "You two have fun - see ya!" And with that she was out the door. The two of us watched her go - and then looked at each other. "So what was that?" I asked. Tessa shrugged. "We each got a kiss - she's an affectionate girl." But even with all the freckles on her face, I could see her cheeks reddening. "So you two ... ?" I left the question hanging. I could see she was about to brush it away. "No secrets here, right?" I said as lightly as I could. She gave it some thought and then produced a rueful smile. "I suppose not." For a moment she got back to work on my eyeshadow and didn't say anything. But then, as if talking to herself, she said: "It was ... after you left. The other night I mean. I don't know how many times we'd come, but we were still horny. She suggested we have one for the road." Tessa paused, as if calling up the memory, then resumed. "We were on the couch next to one another, you know, rubbing ourselves. And then she said, 'It's so much better with a tongue, isn't it?' And I said, yeah .. and we just looked at one another and, well, we didn't need to say anything else, really. She got between my legs, and then I did the same for her, and ... we had a bit of a cuddle afterwards." I was acutely aware of my cock, already excited by the knickers and tights I was wearing, doing its best to burst through the layers of feminine underwear. "So," I asked a little hoarsely, "had you done it with a girl before?" "Before you and Shauna, you mean?" asked the redhead. "No, never even thought of it." "Has Shauna, do you think?" Tessa screwed up her face. "I reckon so," she said slowly, "but I can't be sure. We've been friends for like ever, but in the last few years we haven't gone out a lot together. She got a bit wild, lots of booze, lots of boys, maybe girls as well - but that was never my scene." I wanted to smile, but had to keep my face as still as possible so as not to affect the makeup. "So ... is this your scene, do you think?" Tessa laughed. "If you'd asked me a week ago, if you'd told me what we were going to do - I'd have run a mile. But ... that night was the most fun I've ever had. I haven't been able to think about anything else since. So yeah, I reckon it is ..." "Yeah, me too," I breathed. And somehow, we both knew that we should leave it there. The talk turned to light chit-chat and, before we knew it, I had once again been transformed into the sweet-faced Alannah and it was time to go out. Tessa had told me that she intended to take me to a department store downtown, which we meant we would need to get a bus - a dreadful prospect that was enough to dispose of my inconvenient erection. We were just about to depart, when Tessa stopped me and said that I needed to make a quick change to my clothing. She made me take off the bra I was wearing, along with the rolled up socks I had used to fill out the cups. I protested that this would leave me looking too flat-chested, but she insisted. When I asked why, she simply told me that I would find out soon enough. Since I couldn't sway her, and I knew Shauna had left her in charge, I did as I was instructed. The journey downtown, surprisingly, was nothing like as nerve-wracking as the walk had been earlier in the week, even though we saw far more people and spent a much greater proportion of the time in well-lit streets or under the harsh electric glow of the lights in the bus. I was feeling a little more confident this time round. But the main reason was Tessa. She had helpfully brought along some catalogues and magazines we could look through, so when we weren't chatting about other things we were looking for ideas on what kind of outfit I might get. Indeed so successful was our planning that by the time we arrived at the department store, I had pretty much settled on what I wanted. The shop she had chosen was at the cheaper end of the market, which suited our limited budget, but still had a good range to choose from. It didn't take long to grab a selection of floral print babydoll dresses, currently all the rage with teen girls, which I intended to pair with thigh-high black socks, ankle boots with a slight platform heel and a black hat. (I had wanted to stick with tights, but Tessa told me firmly that this wasn't the fashion. I might have argued, but had been swayed by a fabulous picture in a magazine of a young model looking adorable in a babydoll and thigh-highs.) After settling on a pair of boots that fit me comfortably and weren't too expensive, we took our selected items over to the lingerie section, where the plan was to find a quiet fitting room and try everything on at once. But first I would need a bra and panties. As we walked through and past the store's large collection of underwear, I knew that I should have been feeling embarrassed. Yet somehow I wasn't - I was actually excited, wondering how this or that might look on me. I was still being watchful, not least for anyone who might know me, and I was especially careful to keep my voice as high and soft as possible. But far from having to suffer through the experience, I was actually enjoying it. All that said, the butterflies in my tummy very definitely returned when Tessa marched us up to a sales assistant, a slim blonde girl who looked no older than my redheaded friend. "Can I help you?" she asked in a slightly bored voice. "I hope so," said Tessa. "Alannah here's my cousin and I'm helping her because she's a bit shy. She's starting to develop, you know, around the chest - but there's not a lot there yet, if you know what I mean. So we were just wondering if there was a nice padded bra you could recommend? Maybe something brightly coloured, with matching knickers?" "Oh, sure!" said the assistant, her face suddenly a lot more animated. "Let me just measure your cousin, and then I'm sure I can find something." Taking my (or rather Shauna's) school jumper off so that the assistant could measure my chest was a little daunting, but she didn't seem to notice anything amiss and soon enough was back with some delightfully pink bra and knicker sets. "That's great," said Tessa. "I'll just help her try them on. We might be a while though, we've got a lot of clothes to go through!" "That's fine," said the assistant, smiling. "It's pretty quiet, so feel free to take your time." With that we headed off to the fitting rooms, choosing one that had the dual merit of being farthest away from the store and large enough that we could both fit in comfortably. It also had a bench on which we could sit. Without further ado, I stripped off my uniform and, with rather greater regret, took off the tights and the black panties that Shauna had once again filched from her mother's collection. I stepped into one of the pink sets of knickers and then tried on the matching bra. Although I had far less out in front of me than with the artificially stuffed bra I had been wearing, I was delighted with the way that the construction and fit of the bra created the illusion of a slight cleavage on my smooth, hairless chest. I complimented Tessa for thinking of this, then eagerly put on the rest of my outfit, choosing the dress that I thought was the most striking, a dark number with a colourful print and a v-neck that was cut just low enough to expose my false cleavage. I carefully avoided looking in the mirror until I had everything on ... but when I did, I couldn't stifle a cry of joy. "It looks wonderful!" I exclaimed, bouncing up and down out of sheer delight, to the point where I forgot I was wearing somewhat awkward heels and nearly fell of them. "Careful, idiot," admonished Tessa, steadying me, but she too was grinning with approval. I was simply intoxicated by my image, which I could almost imagine appearing in one of the magazines we'd been reading. "Seriously Tess," I breathed, "does this look as gorgeous as I think it does?" "Nope," she replied, starting to take off her own uniform so that she could try another of the babydoll dresses. "I'm not sure that's possible. But it looks pretty awesome." "It does, doesn't it?" I agreed. I spent the next little while just drinking in the incredible sight of myself as a beautifully dressed girl ... until a movement in the mirror captured my attention. Reflexively, I whipped my head round to see Tessa taking off her school shirt, exposing a good deal of a pair of breasts that were considerably bigger than Shauna's. "What's up?" she grinned. "Never seen a pair of tits before?" "Um, yeah," I said slowly, "but only in magazines ..." Her eyes widened. "Seriously?" I nodded. "Well in that case ..." Unhurriedly, keeping her eyes on me the whole time, she reached behind and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Oh god," I whispered, as her heavy boobs fell free and jiggled slightly before coming to rest. I stared at them and then looked back up into Tessa's eyes. "Want to touch them?" she asked softly, the smile gone now but still lurking at the corner of her mouth. I was about to ask whether this was a trick question, but decided this was not a time for joking. I simply nodded again and in response she moved forward. Bringing my hands up, fingers spread, I slowly and reverently cupped the mounds of flesh, marvelling at their weight and softness. Then, feeling a little bolder, I began to caress them. "You can touch the nipples too - but gently please, and no pinching," said Tessa. "Shauna told me some girls like that - but I'm not one of them, okay?" Feeling entirely at a loss for words now, I nodded vigorously and took up her invitation. As I gently stroked the big brown teats, I felt them stiffen under my touch - just as I was rather painfully hardening in my panties. Tessa, bless her cotton socks, noticed my distress. "You might want to take your knickers off, before you burst out of them," she remarked drily. I hastily yanked them down and stepped out of them, remembering at the last minute to fold them carefully rather than just toss them on the floor. Then I resumed my exploration, though not before lifting up the hem of the dress and freeing my erect cock. "Wow, someone wants to play!" said Tessa. And then, in a very different voice, as I gently teased her erect nipples: "Ohhh Alannah ..." I glanced up from my fascinated study of her magnificent chest. "Tell me what to do," I said urgently. She stared at me for a second, then breathed: "Use your mouth." Now it was my turn to widen my eyes, but I needed no further encouragement. After a brief hesitation as I wondered, somewhat incongruously, whether to go left or right, I compromised by kissing the crease between her boobs, then steadily worked towards the one on the left. Resisting the urge to stuff it into my mouth, I took my time kissing and licking the creamy flesh. Even when I reached the slightly different texture of the areola, I took a moment to trace around it. Looking up to find her staring down at me, mouth open and face flushed, something made me ask: "Did Shauna do this to you?" It was probably a stupid, thoughtless thing to ask - and yet she didn't react, other than to nod. That was something to think about later ... Returning my attention to her gorgeous breast, I flicked the tip of the stiff nipple with my probing tongue and heard Tessa moan. She fumbled for my cock and as her hand closed around it and began to wank it, all restraint and subtlety vanished. In a moment I had as much of her left tit in my mouth as I could cram, slavering over it like a lollipop, while at the same time I pawed at the other one. That only increased her ardour and as she lifted the urgency of her handiwork, I felt an orgasm rapidly approaching - a sure indicator of how turned on I was. She must have realised it too though, because she suddenly stopped and breathlessly called: "Wait!" Scrambling to find her handbag, she rummaged through it and came up with some tissues. I was briefly diverted by the recollection that we were going to look for a nice purse of my own, and hadn't got round to doing so yet. But all thought of that was expelled by her grabbing my head and forcing it back to her breast. It took only a few strokes and I was spurting my seed into the tissues in her hands, grunting as I did so, my cries muffled by her smothering breast. For a moment I stood still as the after shocks coursed through me, my lips clamped on her tit. Then, with a shuddering sigh I opened my mouth and once again met Tessa's eyes. Where I was drained and deflated, she was still stiff with need. She kissed me fiercely, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, then abruptly sat down on the bench, opening her legs wide. I didn't need this time to be told what to do. I took the tissues from her and quickly cleaned myself, before tossing them aside. Then, kneeling before her, I helped her gather up her skirt and push her knickers to one side to expose her glistening crack. As I poked my tongue into and over it, experiencing once again the sharp taste of her juices, I heard her moan and felt her hands lightly gripping the top of my head. I lifted my mouth clear far enough to issue a warning. "Don't you dare mess up my bunches ..." She gave a half laugh, half sob, and then was mashing her dripping cunt against my willing mouth. Like me, I sensed it would take little to reach her climax and tried to back off just a bit. But she was having none of it, crying out to "make me come." The all of a sudden she stopped moving. I thought for a second that she had reached her orgasm. But having licked her to a screaming climax a number of times earlier in the week, I knew enough to recognise that it wasn't that. When I glanced up, I saw she was staring fixedly at something behind me. Turning, I saw to my horror that the door to the fitting room was open. The blonde store assistant was standing there, shock on her face. Her eyes were flicking between the two of us. "I - I knocked, but there was no answer, and I ... heard noises ..." she said helplessly after a minute. "What - what are you doing?" The sheer silliness of this question seemed to break the spell holding me motionless. I glanced back up at Tessa to see that it had had the same effect on her. Twisting her face into something like a grimace, she rolled her eyes and said roughly: "What does it look like we're doing? My girlfriend's eating me out!" As if somehow channelling Shauna, she glared at the blonde girl. "You can either fuck off and let us finish, or come and join us and shut the door." The assistant stared at her and I held my breath ... To be continued