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Subject: {ASSM} Close to Home Chapter 3 (ff, first, rom, con)
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Chapter 3

Mrs. Harris was in the living room and when we walked
in, she stood up to greet us.

"Mom, this is my friend Cindy-my best friend," Jen
said.

"Hello, Cindy, I'm very pleased to meet you.  Come in
and sit down," Mrs. Harris said.

"We're going to the mall, Mom," Jen offered.  "I'm
going to change my clothes and then Daddy is going to
drive us."

"Okay, Jennifer."  Jen's mom turned to me and smiled.
"Maybe we can chat and get to know each other a little
better next time, Cindy."

I nodded.  "I'd like that, Mrs. Harris."

"Come on, Cindy, I want to get going," Jen said as
she grabbed my hand and began pulling me out of the
living room.  "My room is upstairs."

Jen didn't release my hand as she led me to the
winding staircase that went up to the second floor.  I
was a little uncomfortable, but when Jen squeezed my
hand, I began to relax.  It was strange holding hands
with my friend knowing her mom could see us.

We walked down a hallway and then Jen opened the door
to her room.  When we stepped inside the large
bedroom, my eyes began to dart around.  Jen's bedroom
was almost as big as the living room at my house.

On one side of the room, there was a four post, queen
sized bed with a ruffled canopy covering it.  At the
foot of the bed, there was a couch facing an
entertainment center with a big television and stereo
equipment.  While I stood in awe and stared at her
room, Jen picked up a remote and turned on some music.

"This is the greatest bedroom I've ever seen, Jen.
It's so big!"

"Yeah, it's a lot to clean, but I really like it."

"Did you ever bring your boyfriend here?"  I held my
breath waiting for her answer.

Jen shook her head.  "No, you're the first friend I
ever had here, Cindy."  Jen sat on her bed and
extended her hand.  "Come here for a minute."

I took her hand and let her guide me next to her.  I
sat close and Jen put her arm around my waist, letting
her hand rest on my hip.  Her fingers pressed against
me and I sighed.

Jen twisted to face me, moved her lips to mine and we
shared a quick kiss.  "You're the first person I've
ever kissed in my bed too," Jen said and then she
kissed me again.  "Maybe you can spend the night with
me sometime and we can make love in my bed."

Jen and I started at one another for a moment and
then she let go of me.  She stood up, closed her
bedroom door and began to strip.  When she was naked,
Jen went to her dresser, opened a drawer and pulled
out a pair of panties.  Jen pulled the sheer blue
garment up her legs and turned around, showing me her
thong.

"You look so sexy in those," I said, keeping my eyes
glued to her.

"You will look sexy in a thong too, Cindy.  We can
get you some at the mall."  Jen pulled a matching bra
out of the drawer and put it on, hooking it between
her breasts.  Like the thong, the bra was sheer and I
could see her nipples through the material.

I thought about what Jen said about how I'd look in a
thong and wondered what Mom would say if I bought
underwear like the things Jen was wearing.  When Jen
said, "Remember, I want my girlfriend to be sexy," I
didn't care what my mom thought.

Jen told me to follow her and we went into her
private bathroom.  In one corner was a large glass
enclosed shower stall with a bench along one wall.
The counter had two sinks and a lot of drawers and
cabinets.

Jen began fixing her hair, brushing and styling it.
She pulled it into a tight ponytail and secured it
with a scrunchy.  While I watched, Jen started to talk
to me.

"We moved here after I had some trouble at my last
school.  I hooked up with a guy that treated me like
shit and asked me to do some really weird stuff with
him.  He was a senior and liked to show me off to his
friends."

Jen turned around, leaned against the counter and
gazed into my eyes.

"One night we were at a party and we got kind of
drunk.  He started to make out with me and the next
thing I knew, he had my blouse open and my boobs out
of my bra."  Tears filled Jen's eyes and I went over
and took her in my arms.  "He let the other guys at
the party see me like that and then he told them they
could touch me."

I felt Jen's body shaking as she told me about her
ordeal.  I started to stroke her back and she leaned
closer to me.

"By the end of the night, I was naked and a bunch of
guys were mauling me.  My ex-boyfriend made me go down
on him and give him a blowjob while his friends played
with me.  When he told me to give the other guys
blowjobs, I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the
house."

"It must have been horrible for you, Jen," I said as
I held her tight.

Jen pulled back so she could look into my eyes and
nodded her head.  "I really didn't mind being seen-at
least my boobs, but the rest of it was a nightmare.
The worst thing was what happened the next few days at
school.  Even though I didn't, a lot of the guys said
I blew them and some of them said they fucked me."

Jen was crying now and I tried to comfort her.  The
feeling of her in my arms was like nothing I'd ever
felt before.

"My dad found out about what happened and sold our
house so we could move."  Jen looked into my eyes
again.  "I wanted things to be different here, but
then I met Brian.  At first he was really nice, but
then he changed."

"How?" I asked.

Jen shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know, he just
did.  When we first started to go out, he was so
sweet, but when we started to fool around, he kept
pressuring me for more-more than I wanted to do.
That's why I broke up with him, Cindy."

"Aren't you scared he will do the same thing as
before, you know, start spreading rumors about what
you guys did?"

Jen giggled and shook her head.  "I told him if he
ever told anyone what we did together, I'd let
everyone know he had a tiny cock."

I couldn't help laughing and neither could Jen.  She
stopped crying and we kissed before separating so she
could wash her face and finish dressing.

"Did he have a tiny one?"  I had never seen a guy's
penis and had no idea what was big or small.

"Not really, but he was afraid I'd say he did and
then he would be embarrassed."

Jen went back into her room and opened her closet
door.  The closet was a walk in and I followed her.
There were clothes bars on both sides and shelves on
the back wall.  Her closet was filled with clothing
and the shelves were filled with shoes and sweaters.

Taking a cute blouse from a hanger, Jen buttoned it
and then took a pair of stretch pants off another
hanger.  She went to the bed, sat down and pulled them
on.  When she stood up, she tugged the pant over her
hips.

The pants Jen wore were skintight and made her butt
look so good to me.  She turned in front of her full-
length mirror and ran her hands over her bottom.  The
pants were cut to ride low on her hips and the back of
her thong peeked out above the waistband.

"This is why I love thongs," She said as she thrust
her butt out.  "No panty lines."

"It looks like your naked under your pants, Jen."

Jen nodded, grinned and said, "I know-cool isn't it."

I walked over to her, rubbed her bottom and then gave
her a pinch.  She squealed and jumped away from me.
Jen and I left her room and went back downstairs.

Jen's dad drove us to the mall and told her to call
when we needed a ride home.  We went inside and began
going from store to store.  I had almost two hundred
dollars to spend and Jen told me she was going to help
me spend every dime.

Our first stop was at a shop that specialized in
small petite clothes.  I wore a size four and the shop
had an endless selection of stylish clothes.  Jen
picked out a couple of skirts for me and led me into
the dressing room.  I tried on the short skirts and
liked both of them.

"Damn, Girl, you look so sexy in that skirt," Jen
told me as I adjusted the kaki wrap-around skirt I was
trying on.  She slipped her hand through the slit in
the skirt and rubbed my moms.

"Stop that, Jen."

"Why, don't you like it?"

I giggled.  "I like it too much, I'm afraid of what
I'll do if you don't stop."

We both laughed and Jen removed her hand.  I took the
skirt off and placed it on the bench with the other
one I was planning to buy.  Before I could put my
skirt back on, Jen slipped her hand into my panties
and pushed her finger into my pussy.  She fingered me
for a moment and then pulled her hand out.  Jen put
her finger into her mouth, sucked it and then grinned.

"Yum, you taste so good."

I giggled and finished dressing.  I took my items to
the counter, paid for them and left the store.  We
went to a few other shops and I picked up a couple
more skirts and tops.  Jen and I went to the food-
court, got lunch and found a table.

"I need to get some jeans for school too," I said
between bites of my burger.

Jen smiled at me, winked and said, "I want you to
wear skirts, Cindy.  You have great legs and I want to
be able to see them."

I thought her request was a bit strange.  Jen was
telling me how to dress and I wasn't sure I wanted her
to.  When she reached across the table and rubbed the
back of my hand with her thumb, I exhaled and gazed
into her eyes.

"Will you wear skirts for me, Sweetie?"  Jen's voice
was low and sexy.

I nodded and then she smiled.  Jen winked at me and
said, "Remember what that means?"

Blushing, I nodded my head and grinned.  We finished
our lunch and continued our shopping.  By the time Jen
led me to the lingerie shop, I was almost out of
money.  I had several bags of new clothes and told Jen
that I didn't have enough money to buy expensive
underwear.  Jen just smiled and pulled me into the
store.

I had always bought my underwear at the discount
stores and when I started to look at the selections,
realized I could buy a lot of things for the price of
one outfit at the lingerie shop.  When I told Jen that
I could get my underwear somewhere else, she ignored
me.

Jen began to shop like she had a mission.  She looked
into my bags and started to gather panties that
matched my new outfits.  Once she had an arm full of
panties, most of them thongs, she turned and said,
"What size bra do you wear?"

"Um, a thirty-four B, I think."

"We'll have you measured so we can get the right
size."  Jen asked a sales clerk for help and we went
to the back of the store.

The clerk asked me to take off my top and waited as I
reluctantly removed my shirt.  She took a cloth tape
measure and put it around me, right over my boobs.
Then she measured under my breasts and said, "You
needs a thirty-four B or C.  Take off your bra and
we'll try one on."

The bra I was wearing was an A cup, but was too small
on me.  I was embarrassed, but did as I was told and
removed my bra.  The clerk handed me a bra and told me
to put it on.  Once I had the garment on, she tugged
and pulled at it.  When she put her finger into the
cup and moved it, I gasped.

"I think the B cup will be fine for now," the clerk
said.  "A C would be too big."

I took off the bra and put mine back on.  Jen and the
sales clerk went back into the store and began
selecting bras as I watched.  Jen matched the bras to
the panties and then showed them to me.  By the time
she was finished, Jen had selected six new bras to go
with the twelve pairs of panties she held.

"This is so cool," Jen said.  "We wear the same size
undies so we can share."

I smiled at her and glanced at the sales clerk.  She
was smiling as she listened to Jen.

We went to the counter and waited as the clerk
totaled up the items.  When she told me the total
cost, I about fainted.

Leaning close to Jen, I whispered, "I don't have
enough money, Jen."

Jen grinned, reached into her purse and took out a
credit card.  She handed it to the clerk and then
turned to me and put her arm around my waist.  Jen
kissed my cheek and said, "Happy birthday, Sweetie."

Jen didn't whisper and I looked up at the clerk to
see if she heard Jen.  The girl was smiling and
putting the items into a bag.  When the clerk handed
me the bag and showed Jen where to sign the slip, she
said, "Have fun."

After signing the slip, Jen took her copy and handed
the girl the original.  She giggled and said, "We
will, thanks for your help."

"Anytime," the girl replied.

I was blushing as we left the store and went to the
pay phones so Jen could call her dad for a ride home.
We went outside and waited for him to arrive and Jen
helped me hold my bags.

"Jen, thank you for buying the undies for me, but you
didn't have to do it."

"I know, Cindy, I wanted to.  Besides, now we can
trade with each other.  Jen, I didn't want to give you
too much at the party yesterday.  Most of the kids at
school don't know about where I live or my parents.
It would just have made them feel bad."

I smiled and nodded.

Jen laughed and said, "You know, I just want to get
into your panties, don't you?"

I laughed at what she said and grinned.  "I want to
get into yours too, but when you're wearing them."

"So, I guess you like pussy then."

"I like yours," I said.  "Jen, I loved it when I did
it to you this morning-I can't wait until we can do it
again."

Jen's expression turned serious and she looked
straight into my eyes.  "I can't wait either, Cindy.
I think I'm..."

Jen's dad pulled up before Jen could finish what she
was saying.  We got into the backseat and fastened our
seatbelts before he pulled away.  While he drove, he
asked about our shopping trip.  Jen told him we had
fun and I agreed.

I had Jen drop me off at home and told her I'd see
her at school the next day.  Jen nodded and said,
"Call me tonight, okay?"  Holding her thumb and little
finger like a phone.

"Okay, I will.  Thank you for driving us, Mr. Harris.
It was nice meeting you."

"You're welcome, Cindy.  I look forward to seeing you
again," Jen's dad told me as I got out of the car and
gathered my bags.  I waved as Jen and her dad pulled
away and disappeared down the street.

I went into the house, took my things to my room and
put my bags on my bed.  I went to the living room,
turned on the television and flopped on the couch.
After flipping through the channels, I settled on the
music channel and put the remote on the coffee table.

Leaning back against the arm of the couch, I began to
review the past hours.  I had had sex, or rather, made
love to another girl and really liked it.  As I
thought about the things Jen and I did together, I
felt my pussy tingling.

I had never thought about being with another girl
before so the events of the past night and that
morning were all new to me.  My fantasies had always
been of boys and doing things I'd read and heard
about.  Never in my wildest dreams would I have
thought I could get so turned on by a girl.  Jen had
proved me wrong, dead wrong.  I wasn't only okay with
the things we did together; I loved all of it.

When I heard a car pull into the drive, I sat up and
adjusted my skirt.  My parents and brother came in and
dad was carrying a stack or glossy brochures.

"Hi, Cindy, did you and your friend have fun at the
mall today?" Mom asked as she put her purse on the end
table.

"We had a great time, Mom.  I got some really nice
things."  I stood up.  "Want to see them?"

"Yes, in a minute, Cindy.  We want to show you what
we bought today," Mom replied.

I followed my parents and Kirk into the kitchen and
sat at the table.  Dad opened one of the brochures and
pointed at a pop-up camper.

"We ordered one like this, Cindy," Dad said.  It will
sleep six and has a stove and running water."

I looked at the pictures as dad pointed and explained
the features of the camper.  When it was open, the
camper had two beds, one on each end and a common area
between them.  Dad explained that the table folded
down to form a third bed.

I nodded and asked, "What are we going to tow it with?"

"We bought a conversion van too," Mom said.

"We bought a small fourteen foot boat and outboard
motor too," Kirk said.  "Dad is having a rack put on
the van to carry it."

I looked up and furrowed my forehead.  "Where did we
get all the money?"

"Your father and I have been saving for several years
so we could upgrade our camping equipment.  We're
getting too old to sleep in a tent," Mom said.

"We're not too old, we just wanted to be more
comfortable," Dad said.  "Kirk and I are going to go
out and clean the garage so we can put the camper and
van in it.  We're supposed to pick it up in a week."

My dad and brother left, going out the backdoor.  Mom
put on a pot of coffee and then said, "Do you want to
show me your new things?"

"Sure, Mom, there in my room."

Mom and I went to my bedroom and I started pulling my
new skirts and tops out of the bags.  I matched up the
outfits and showed them to Mom as she sat and watched.

"I thought you were going to get some new jeans for
school?"

"I was, but I decided I have enough jeans and got
skirts instead, Mom.  Don't you like them?"

"I didn't say I didn't like them, Cindy.  I just
never knew you liked skirts this much, you haven't
worn them much in the past."

I just nodded and continued to show Mom my clothes.
When I finished, she asked about the last bag, the one
with my bras and panties.  Nervously, I opened the bag
and pulled the contents out onto the bed.

Mom began going through my underwear, matching the
bras and panties.  She held a thong up, turned it from
front to back and placed it on the bed without saying
a word.  When she glanced at the tag on one of the
sexy bras, she smiled.

"These are very nice, Cindy.  I didn't know you had
that much money."

"I didn't, Mom.  Jen bought some of the things for my
birthday.  She said she didn't want to give me too
much at the party so the other kids wouldn't feel bad."

Mom gave me a strange look.

"Jen's parents are rich, Mom.  They live over on
Douglas in a huge house.  Jen told me they were both
lawyers."

Mom just nodded and smiled.  She looked through my
undies again and told me to get a pair of scissors so
she could remove the tags.  I went to the bathroom,
got the scissors and giggled as I thought about Jen
trimming my pubic hair with them.

I handed the scissors to my mom and sat on the bed as
she snipped the tags out of the new garments.  She
removed the tags from one of the lacy white thongs and
tossed them to me.

"Would you mind trying these on for me, Cindy?"

I felt my cheeks warm and nodded.  After standing up,
I reached under my skirt and took off the panties I
was wearing.  I put the thong over my feet and pulled
it up under my skirt.

"I can't see a thing, Cindy."

"Sorry," I said as I slowly lifted my skirt so Mom
could see my panties.

Mom gazed at me as I slowly turned around and showed
her my thong.

"I had trouble getting used to having them in my butt
crack when I started to wear thongs," Mom said,
shocking me.  "Are they comfortable to you?"

"Yeah, I guess so, Mom.  I've never worn them
before."  I dropped my skirt and concentrated on the
feeling of the thin band of cloth that was between my
cheeks.  "There okay, Mom."

Mom chuckled.  "I like them because they don't show
panty lines under tight skirts and pants."

"That's what Jen said when she convinced me to buy
them."

Patting the bed next to her, Mom told me to sit down.

"You're not mad at me for buying them, are you, Mom?"

"No, Honey, I'm not mad at all-why would I be?
Aren't all the girls wearing thongs now days?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You and Jen seem to get along well.  She seems like
a very nice girl."

"She is, Mom.  I really like her."

Mom shocked me when she lifted my skirt and pointed
at my crotch.  "Did she help you do that?"

I blushed and nodded.

"It can be a pain keeping up with shaving there,
Cindy, but it looks better when you wear a bikini."

We were silent for a moment and then mom smiled.
"Cindy, I know that things can be very confusing at
your age.  You have new feelings and don't really know
what to do about them."

I nodded, feeling my cheeks warm.

"What ever you do, as long as you're okay with it, is
normal.  Just be careful that you don't get yourself
into a position that makes you feel uncomfortable.
I'm never going to tell you that your feelings are
wrong, only you can decide what's right and wrong."

Mom put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me
closer.

"Cindy, I had a girlfriend when I was just a little
older than you are right now.  She and I were best
friends and-well, one day we got a little carried
away."

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about, Cindy.
What I'm trying to tell you is what you may be feeling
right now is normal."

I tried to get a grip on what Mom was saying to me.
I wondered if she was telling me that she was involved
with a girl before.  My mind was clouded and I wasn't
really thinking straight so I just came out and asked.

"Are you telling me you fooled around with another
girl, Mom?'

Mom laughed.  "Yes, I guess I am.  When Judy and I
were fifteen, we were inseparable.  We did everything
together and really enjoyed our time together."

"Did you two-you know?"

Mom grinned and nodded.  "We shared our first kiss
together.  Neither of us had ever had a boyfriend.  We
just wanted to know what it was like to kiss so we
did."

"Did you guys ever do anything else?"

Mom just smiled and patted my leg.  "I'm going to fix
dinner, what to help me?"

"Sure, just let me change my clothes."

Mom left my room and I removed my skirt.  After
finding a pair of cotton shorts, I pulled them on and
went to the kitchen to help Mom with dinner.  I fixed
a salad while she began cooking rice and broiling
chicken.

Dad and Kirk came in from the garage, both of them
sweaty and dirty.  They took turns taking showers and
then came into the kitchen.

"We're planning to go camping once school is out,"
Dad said.  "I can't wait to try out the new camper."

"Where are we going, Dad?" I asked.

"I was thinking about Tennessee.  I hear they have a
great water park and nice campgrounds near Nashville."
Dad looked at Kirk.  "They have lakes for fishing too."

"Are you still going to teach me to fish, Kirk?" I
asked my brother.

"Sure, Cin, I'd love to.  I'd like to have someone to
fish with sometimes," Kirk said.

"I need a fishing pole," I said.

"You mean a fishing rod, Cin.  You use a rod and reel
to fish," Kirk replied.  "I have one you can use until
you decide that you like it or not."

"Thanks, Kirk," I said and then grinned at my brother.

During dinner, we talked about our vacation and the
things we wanted to do.  I thought about Jen and
considered asking my parents if she could come with
us.  The thought passed as I listened to my Dad talk
about the water park he heard about.

After the dishes were washed and put away, I went to
my room, gathered my new things and took them to the
basement.  I separated my new clothes and began doing
laundry.

While my clothes were in the washer, I went to the
recreation room, turned on the television and sat on
the couch.  Kirk came down, sat on the other end of
the couch and asked what I was watching.

"I just turned it on, Kirk, I'm not really watching
anything yet.  Is there something you want to see?"

"Not really, Cin.  We can watch what ever you want to."

I flipped through the channels and kept asking my
brother if there was anything he wanted to watch.  He
shook his head, but groaned when I stopped at the
music channel.  I kept searching and settled on Jaws.
The movie was just starting and I knew Kirk would like
to see it.

"Cin, do you really want to go fishing with me?"

"Yes, I said I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I never thought you'd like that kind of
thing."

"How would I know if I like it?  I've never tried it
before.  How can anyone know whether they like
something or not if they don't try it?"

"I don't know.  I guess you can't.  I'm really
looking forward to teaching you what I know about it."

The washer stopped and I got up to change loads.
While I was moving my clothes from the washer to the
dryer, Kirk came into the laundry room and watched me.

"Wait until you see the new boat, Cin, it's really
cool.  It's used, but it will be great for fishing."

I looked up at my brother and smiled.  "Will you take
me for a boat ride or is it just for fishing?"

"We can take use it to go for rides too.  The motor
is only a ten horse, but it'll be okay.  It just won't
go very fast."

"That's okay, it still sounds fun."

After transferring my wet clothes to the dryer, I
began picking up my underwear and putting them into he
washer.   I saw my brother watching me out of the
corner of my eye and blushed when I realized he was
looking at my bras and panties.

"When we go fishing, I'll put the worms on your hook
for you," Kirk said.

I looked up and said, "Thanks, but I'll try if you
show me how."

Working quickly, I finished putting my things in the
washer and added the special detergent.  I set it for
the gently cycle and turned it on.

When I started back to the recreation room, I noticed
my brother was blushing too.  He cleared his throat
and spun around, leading the way back to the couch.
He waited until I sat down and then sat at the other
end.

Kirk and I watched television for a while and then I
went upstairs to call Jen.

"Hi, Sweetie," Jen said when she answered the phone
and I said hi.

"Hi, how are you doing?"

"I miss you, Cindy, I wish you were here right now."

"I know--I wish I was there too."  My heart pounded
in my chest as we talked.

"Where are you?"

"In my room."

"What are you wearing right now?"

"A pair of shorts and the top I wore today-I have the
white thong on too."

"Really?  Do you like them?"

"Yeah, so did my mom.  I showed them to her."

"I'm glad she isn't upset that you bought them,
Cindy.  I can't wait to see you in them."

I giggled.  "I can't wait either, Jen."

"Why don't you wear the green ones to school
tomorrow?  Wear the matching bra and your kaki skirt
with the green top-okay?

I thought for a moment and then said, "Okay."

Jen and I talked for a few moments and then said
goodbye.  I fell back on my bed, began to think about
what Jen had asked and smiled to myself.  I was not
only willing to do what she asked; I was excited about
it.

I went to the basement, finished my laundry and then
went back to my room to put my clothes away.  After
laying out my outfit for the next day, I went to take
a shower and get ready for bed.

While I showered, I thought about being under the
warm spray with Jen and touching one another.  My hand
moved between my legs and I started to rub myself,
feeling the warmth flow through my body.  Parting my
legs, I pushed a finger into my vagina and winced when
I pressed against my hymen too hard.  I found the
opening in the membrane and slowly inserted my finger
as far as I could.

I imagined it was Jen's finger probing my and began
to move faster.  Once in a while I would get to
aggressive and it would pinch.  I slowed down, removed
my finger and put it in my mouth.  Sucking slowly, I
tasted myself and my body quivered.  Once again I
experienced new firsts, the first time I fingered
myself and the first time I tasted my juices.

Standing under the spray, I relaxed until the water
turned cold and caused me to shiver.  I got out, dried
myself and went to bed.

While lying in bed, I thought about the next day and
what may be in store.  I grabbed my extra pillow, held
it to my face and inhaled, trying to smell Jen on it.
I hugged the pillow and fell asleep wishing she was in
my arms.

**** To be continued. ****

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