When we first walked into the store together, Teresa looked back at me and just gave me a knowing smirk. I couldn’t help but turn pink when I saw it – I knew that expression all too well. We were supposed to just go shopping for some new shirts or something, but I had a funny feeling that Teresa was about to get… distracted.
Sure enough, when she locked eyes with one of the workers, she transformed. “Holden?!” she asked with rehearsed shock and excitement, as if knowing he was there wasn’t the reason she smirked at me in the first place. She jogged over to him. “Oh my God, how’s it going?”
The smile she flashed his way was contagious. That was the way with Teresa. She looked almost like a shark in the most attractive way possible. She had piercing green eyes with mischievous beautiful eyebrows, a slightly upturned nose, and a wide mouth with full lips and a full set of perfectly straight teeth. She stood a good 5’10; enough to rival a lot of the boys at school, and straight-up tower over others. She was equal parts beautiful and intimidating, and all of the guys at our school could plainly see it… as could any guy that gave her even a passing glance.
As if to prove my point, the store worker – Holden, I guess – gave her a very nervous smile. He was a shy, geekier-looking boy, though he clearly had his own charm going on. It made sense he knew Teresa; she seemed to know everyone. And a lot of them she knew quite thoroughly.
Teresa gave him one of her signature devilish smirks, running her fingertips up and down his arm shamelessly. “I didn’t know you’d be working today,” she purred. “How’s school going?”
Holden choked out a response, giving me only a passing glance between his words. I sighed, expecting that. It wasn’t like I needed or even wanted some random guy’s respect, although it was kind of getting to me that anytime Teresa saw someone she recognized when we hung out, it would lead to one thing, and one thing only.
“What do you think?” Teresa asked him, shaking me away from my thoughts. “Changeroom? It’s not like it would be the first time.” She gave him a seductive laugh and closed the distance between them; Holden could definitely feel her breasts against him.
At this point he seemed to lock eyes with me, even as Teresa was tracing lines over his chest. “Um, T-Teresa… what about y-your…”
Teresa broke her little staring contest with Holden to give a glance my way. “Oh, whoops, I didn’t even introduce you. Holden, this is Eliza, Eliza Clarke. We had an English presentation together and the rest is history. Eliza…” Her hand traveled down his chest, then his abdomen, until he gave a little spasm and stopped her arm. Teresa just chuckled. “Do I even need to…?”
I was pink at this point, but I was getting used to it. “Nice to, um, meet you Holden,” I told him quietly. “It’s, um, fine. I’ve known Teresa for a bit now.”
With the formalities out of the way, Teresa took charge and grabbed Holden by the hand, leading him to one of the changerooms. Holden was a similar shade of pink as me, and to my everlasting shame, I stole a glance below decks. Sure enough, Holden’s… his cock was straining his trendy-looking jeans. Teresa wasn’t the only one that knew what was happening. When they got there, they found an empty room and Holden unlocked it.
Teresa turned around to face me. “Eliza…?” she asked in a sing-song voice. “Could you keep an eye out? One knock from us means we want to come out. One means it’s safe, two means it’s not.”
Despite the blush permeating my entire face, I smiled sheepishly. “Alright,” I conceded, earning a smile from her.
“You’re the best!” she reassured me, before she and her latest conquest disappeared into the room. As the door closed, the mirror on the front of the changeroom door allowed me to stare back at myself, confirming how much I was blushing, all the while I heard the thunk of Holden’s back hitting the wall, followed by the sounds of two people making out. Teresa had this down to a science – I could only hear the noises because I was listening for them. To anyone else, they’d hopefully be unnoticable.
I sighed, staring at my almost stereotypically meek figure. My blonde ponytail, my unassuming big brown eyes… my “definitely goes to church on Sundays” dress I wore today. I was even nearly a foot shorter than Teresa. We truly were the most incongruent duo, and my parents would have flipped if they knew what she was like, but… she was still more supportive of me than anyone else I had ever known. Including my parents.
It wasn’t like she was even a bad influence on me. Sure, I saw more crazy shit in even the first week of being her friend than I saw in the rest of my life combined, but that was just Teresa being Teresa. No one could control her, and I wasn’t here to try. And she got me, and offered me the same respect. She wasn’t like how slut friends act on TV or whatever. She never offered me a hit of weed when she smoked, and she never asked me to… participate in what she did. She just knew she was going to regardless.
I turned around, looking around at the rest of the store. My acute sense of hearing was a blessing and a curse – they were trying to keep it down, but I heard the telltale sound of a button, then a zipper, a quiet laugh of satisfaction from Teresa, then… the sounds of sucking. The blush on my face wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. I donned my stupid dress and my deep crimson face, standing guard and watching the mostly dead store, all while the sounds graduated behind me.
And boy, did they graduate. A whole soundscape happened behind me. The sucks gave way to masculine moans from Holden – the one thing that broke my resolve. I loved guys’ moans. I wanted to make sure it was never weird between us – and I had to admit, I did it for Teresa, but I wasn’t 100% comfortable with these situations – so I made it a point to never… enjoy what she was doing. But my mindset broke when I heard Holden moaning, no doubt indicating he was close to cumming. Slowly, I breathed in and out, wishing my arousal away. Luckily, those sounds died out pretty quickly, and were replaced with slight thumping.
I bit my lip in nervousness. The sucking was subtle, but the thumping was… less so. Knowing Teresa, Holden wouldn’t be able to last even five minutes. She may have hated that shit, but I was grateful. Sure, the store was dead, but the nature of a mall was that a store could get busy at a moment’s notice. What’s more, it was more than thumps. It wasn’t the kind of thing you could just tune out. It was so… involved. God, I never even had a boyfriend before, and here Teresa was, discovering the equivalent of a living sex toy in her local mall and going off to do this like it was nothing.
Holden lasted an annoyingly long time – almost ten minutes. Luckily, afterwards they weren’t exactly interested in pillow talk. Shortly after the thump-thump-thumps subsided, I heard a singular knock from the inside. I looked around – nope, nobody – and knocked once back. The door opened to admit Teresa into my field of view, but not Holden. The door closed behind her.
“What did you do, kill him?” I joked.
Teresa laughed, her face still radiating mischief despite the slight blush. “No, he’s just staying behind to ‘inspect the room,’” she clarified, then leaned in. “I think he’s just catching his breath.” She winked at me.
I shook my head, a nervous smile on my face. “You’re so crazy,” I murmured. “So can we actually look around or do we have to leave now?”
Teresa laughed out loud. “I think we can stay,” she admitted, affectionately reaching around and rubbing my shoulder.
“Hey, no touchy,” I told her semi-seriously. “I don’t know where that hand’s been!”
Teresa laughed again.
***
It’s crazy how being around new people shapes your reality. Before I got to know Teresa, my life was pretty innocent. I had my urges, and my crushes, but I buried both, and buried them effectively. I never had a boyfriend or anything like that, but to be fair, Teresa rarely had a boyfriend either, per se. Still, she made her mark on my life. I used to never think about sex outside of my own cravings if I could help it. And now…
“He’s not the biggest I’ve taken, but he’s no slouch,” Teresa continued her point, twirling her hair, her eyes lost in thought. She was sitting at my desk while I laid on my bed, the both of us enjoying unpacking our spoils from the mall. “He had a girlfriend in tenth grade, so I don’t think he’s a virgin, but… like, he was basically a virgin.”
I chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the moans playing back in my head. On the surface, I liked being friends with Teresa because she was a breath of fresh air, and introduced me to new things. Plus, even sluts have their more normal sides. Teresa and I liked to share music and shop together and even tried to plan the occasional “big event” – later this year we were going to a Hozier concert together.
Below the surface… there was something intriguing. Teresa didn’t just like sex…
“And it’s so much fun when the guy doesn’t know a lot, because when you do anything new with them, it sticks. Now every time they do it again, it’ll always remind them of you,” she smugly finished.
…She also had no shame about it. I blushed, envying her. Normally her sexcapades barely had an effect on me, but after hearing Holden’s moans through the fitting room door… it definitely was manifesting something inside me. I squeezed my thighs together, noting that after she left, I might get a little crazier and masturbate more than my usual once this week.
Teresa laughed. “Sorry, are you getting sick of this? We can switch topics if you want.”
I smiled in acknowledgement. “Oh, don’t worry,” I replied nonchalantly. “It’s just not my world. I don’t know what to say.”
Teresa smiled understandingly. “If it ever gets too much…” she trailed off.
I held my expression and nodded. “Honestly Teresa, the reason I’m so comfortable with you is because I know you’d stop if I asked,” I reassured her. “It’s… interesting. It’s like a whole new world.”
Teresa cocked her head in slight surprise. “Never heard you talk about it like that before,” she noted. “Usually it seems like the whole sex world is beneath you.”
“Nah, not beneath,” I reassured her, and pulled another top out of my bag. “Just different.” I frowned at the top. “I don’t think I have any pants that would go with this one. Why did I…?”
“Yeah, that’s not the type of thing I’d pair with a skirt,” Teresa noted, getting up and walking to my closet. She turned back around to give it a once-over. “Maybe a miniskirt. But knowing you-”
“Yup, not an option,” I laughed. “Even if I wanted to, my parents would kill me.”
Teresa sighed in disapproval, looking over my closet, eventually tossing me a pair of darker skinny jeans. “Try these,” she noted, then went back to her own bag. “And speaking of…” She pulled out a top from her bag and looked it over. She moved her mouth to the side, looking from the top, to me, back to the top, back to me. “Heyyyyy, Eliza?” she asked hesitantly. “I’ll be real with you, your parents’ bathroom really sucks. Could I just… change here?”
I looked at her in shock. This was a new level of trust. Eventually, my shock gave way to nervous laughter. “Wow, Teresa,” I murmured.
“Hey, I have no shame about it-”
“That doesn’t surprise me in the slightest,” I joked.
Teresa gave me a playful smirk. “So it’s all you. I could change in front of the Pope, but I dunno how comfortable you are with it.”
In my head, I mulled it over. This was a new milestone for me – I wasn’t one of those girls that was used to my friends being naked around me – but I did want to expand my horizons a bit. This wasn’t even sexual. Why not? “Completely comfortable,” I lied. “Go for it.”
Teresa smelled my bullshit immediately. “Completely comfortable?” she asked skeptically.
I chuckled, and held up my hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay,” I conceded. “I never did that growing up, but like… it’s no big deal, right? Go for it.”
Teresa beamed. “Hell yeah,” she confirmed, before shamelessly taking her blazer off, then her t-shirt. Wow, as soon as she got permission it was like it was… nothing to her. Crazier still, once she took off her t-shirt, something else was apparent. I gasped when I saw her uncovered nipples meet my eyes.
Teresa laughed. “A gasp, huh? I’m honored,” she joked.
I wasn’t really used to seeing other girls’ breasts, let alone… hers. It was clear why boys liked her, that was for sure. Not only were her boobs big on her frame, but they were perfectly shaped, too. Natural and beautiful, yet perky and practically sag-free, which was a miracle for her DDs. Don’t get me wrong, mine didn’t sag either, but given I was at best breaking from an A cup to a B, that wasn’t nearly as much of a feat.
Teresa caught me staring, and simply jutted her chest out, allowing me to get a look. “You’re staring,” she noted smugly.
I blushed. “Sorry,” I admitted, looking back to my bag.
She shrugged. “Oh, I don’t mind in the slightest. Look all you want.” She hefted one with her hand. “I’m pretty aware that I won the genetic lottery here.” She released her heft, making her boob jiggle slightly. Her nipples appeared to get harder. “It’s a blessing and a curse though. See the way they hold up like this? It makes it hell on my back without a bra on half the time.”
I was already looking back at her; my bag may as well have not existed anymore. I tried to look at her eyes, but just ended up looking at her nipples again. “So then… why didn’t you wear a bra today?” I asked in confusion.
“Oh I did,” she admitted, grinning at me. “Before I saw Holden.” She chuckled, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bra. We didn’t shop for bras today.
I laughed at her audacity. “Wow,” I murmured.
She laughed along with me. “Anyway, hope you’ve had your fill, because I wanna try this one on.” She held up her boobs once more in her hands, and I jokingly whistled. She released them, a smile on her face, and started to put on her shirt. “You know, you weren’t nearly as weird as I thought you were going to be about it.”
“Thanks,” I replied sarcastically, then shrugged. “I mean, you asked me. You’re clearly the one that wants me to be more…”
Teresa paused. “You want to be more like me?”
“No,” I laughed, holding up a finger. “No no no. I was just saying… you know, I’m trying new things.” I was definitely blushing at this point, but whatever. I simply supplemented the statement with a shrug.
“Hey, no shame,” Teresa told me warmly. “Heck, I’d be happy to help you along. Y’know, giving you advice, making sure you’re safe and happy about it, that kind of thing.”
I laughed dismissively. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
***
It’s crazy how you can live in the exact same place, and go to the exact same school, and have the exact same life, then someone comes along and turns it upside down for you. Before I met Teresa, my life was so… quiet. I was happy to just go to school and slink away to the shadows, maybe see a few friends occasionally… I was never the boy-crazy one. And I wasn’t boy-crazy now, but… I had to admit, Teresa planted the seed in my head.
I froze when I went to my English class the next day and realized Holden was there. We didn’t sit next to each other, but he was still there, and I never even noticed. I didn’t realize I stood frozen in the classroom doorway staring at him until he looked back at me. I stumbled and coughed in discomfort, realizing what I was doing. I held my books tightly against my chest and sat down, blushing profusely.
I saw his dick imprint. I heard his moans. It was such intimate info, and yet… Teresa knew it so much more intimately. And it was so casual to her, so effortless.
By the time the bell rang and class began, I realized I had another first. Even though I was swimming in hormones in my own ways, I was never wet during class. My mind never wandered that way. And yet… I bit my lip, squeezing my legs together. Wow, getting through today was going to be… difficult.
What was happening to me?
***
It was weird, feeling such surges of panic like that. I really thought I was turning into a slut or something. I thought maybe that hanging around Teresa was doing things to me, and that she was a bad influence on me. Turns out, the truth was a lot simpler.
The nice thing about hormone cycles is that even when you’re not too regular, you can count on them to be predictable. A few days later it became abundantly clear that I was just at my… more excited part of my cycle, and my feelings quickly calmed down after that. I went back to being a nun, and thank goodness for that, because until I got my hormones under control, I got virtually no work done that day at school.
“And thank goodness for that,” I told Teresa, “because I got virtually no work done that day.”
Teresa nodded along. “I feel that,” she admitted. “Some days even I’m like, ‘aaaah, calm down!’ to my own body.”
It was nice to tell Teresa these things. She never judged, she never acted like this behavior was beneath me. At the same time, it didn’t feel like she was pressuring me into exploring those feelings. She did suggest, but nothing so crazy. “I’m surprised,” I admitted. “I would have thought you’re the type to always go for it.”
“Nah, even I have my limits,” she admitted. “Plus, a lot of boys have a talent for… let’s say… making you realize how giving them a blowjob can be a mistake.” She blushed herself, scratching the back of her head.
“What, like, they take pictures and then spread them around?” I asked, leaning in. That was my personal nightmare.
“Oh, I just meant boys can be jerks,” she admitted flatly. “Like, they think that you blowing them is somehow them doing you a favor. They also do this weird thing where they keep asking and demanding for sex stuff, but also acting like you’re the one that wants it and they’re just… playing along? It’s dumb.”
“Oh, wow. Yeah, that does sound annoying,” I said with a nod.
“Though yeah, boys can be a lil’ too presumptuous with pictures too,” she continued. “But, uh… honestly?” She leaned in and whispered, “I’m into it.”
My hands flew to my mouth. “Actually?!” I nearly cried out.
“Is it that unbelievable?” she asked with a laugh. “Eliza, I take nudes, like, every day. It’s just fun. Plus, I have a pretty good radar on me – only the special ones get to take pictures of me actually… you know…” She mimed sucking a dick, then chuckled.
Wow. Holy cow. She was so bold. “I’ve never taken a nude, ever,” I murmured.
“Honestly, that’s probably wise,” she admitted. “I have no problem with it, but if you’re even slightly unsure, it’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ve just accepted that maybe I could have a future boss that’s seen the pictures.” She paused, then giggled. “I wonder if he’d make me suck his cock to keep him quiet or something, or if that just happens in stories.”
“Oh, so your future boss has to be a man, huh?” I teased her.
She shrugged. “Okay, or eat her pussy. I’m fine with either,” she replied nonchalantly.
My hands flew to my mouth again. I didn’t know why this would be so shocking, but even with her being slutty, we never discussed her being bi before. “Have you ever…?”
“Only a few times,” she admitted. “I want to do it more. Honestly, I don’t even know if I’ll end up with a guy. Maybe I’ll never get a boyfriend but wife up a cutie or something.”
My heart was beating faster. This was so nuts. I giggled, despite my hands over my mouth, trying to not make it clear how invested I was in what she was saying. “That’s so crazy,” I mumbled.
“And girls you can 100% trust with nudes,” she told me, holding up a finger. “Like, I even have some straight girlfriends and we swap nudes all the time. To them it’s just fun to show off, you know?”
My attention was fully on everything Teresa was saying. It was like watching a thriller movie. Every word out of her mouth enthralled me. “‘To them,’ huh? What about to you…?”
Teresa gave me her trademark look. “Do you really want to know…?”
I shrugged, trying not to shake in place. “I mean, we’re here now…” I admitted.
Her look persisted for a while. “Alright…” she conceded. “Well, I mean, I hope they know, but, uh, yeah. I have totally, uh, frigged myself to some of their pictures.” She noted me giggling and shifting back and forth and blushed, shrugging. “Girls are hot! What can I say?”
“I, uh…” I didn’t know what to say.
Teresa was Teresa, so she kept control of the conversation. She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head, staring straight at me. “I actually never asked before: are you into girls or nah?”
I blushed a further shade of red but shook my head in disbelief at her regardless. “You changed in front of me before asking me?” I asked in some kind of smug surprise.
Teresa wasn’t fazed. “If I turned you on, that’s just a compliment,” she laughed back. “Did you really expect me to be the type of person who’s all, ‘ohhhh noooo, I can’t fuck my friend, that could get complicated’? Holden’s a friend too, y’know.” She paused and chuckled, looking out her window. “Things got weird once, when he got a girlfriend, but we got through it.” She looked back at me. “They broke up, obvi.”
“Yeah, because if they were taken, that would stop you,” I laughed.
She gave me a faux innocent smile, then pointed at me. “Answer the question, question dodger! You into girls or nah?!”
I blushed again. “I never even thought about it,” I blurted out honestly. “I feel like… no? But I also feel like that’s what society expects me to say. I feel like I need time to think about it.”
I was expecting supportive Teresa to smile and nod and tell me that’s so valid or something, but to my surprise, she rolled her eyes. She stood up and removed her shirt again, this time revealing a bra underneath. My eyes must have bugged out of my skull as she shamelessly took off the bra, showing me her erect nipples. “Nah, you d-”
“What are you doing?!”
“Ssssh,” she coaxed me. “You don’t need to think about whether you’re into girls. If you’d date one, sure, maybe. But if you find girls hot, you find girls hot. Is this hot or isn’t it?”
My heart was starting to beat faster again. “Teresa, if this is you coming onto me-”
She cut me off with a rich, sultry laugh. “Eliza, if I were seducing you, I’d be between your legs right now,” she simply told me. “This? This is just a heart-to-heart.”
“Um, clearly. You got rid of every article of clothing possible between your heart and me,” I quipped, unable to stop my voice from shaking in surprise.
“Yeah, good one. Anyways, if I’m not your type I can take that, but this is a good litmus test. Being turned on isn’t really one of those ‘between the ears’ things. Your brain isn’t what gets wet.”
I stared at her. “Um, maybe,” I admitted, then cleared my throat. “But maybe it’s the shock of, y’know…”
“Actually seeing them? Yeah, maybe,” Teresa admitted, then jokingly pinched one. “Well then clearly I gotta get you used to this and if the feeling keeps being there, you’re into girls. Simple as that. Right?”
“Um, maybe…” I nervously replied.
***
As soon as my period ended and I could actually feel anything – aside from pain – down there again, I indulged shamefully. I closed my eyes and imagined Teresa’s breasts in my face, her nipples growing erect. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to suck them.
Fuck. Fuck me. I really was bisexual. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck my friend.
In a weird way, I was horrified. It was almost funny – I was sitting here, my one hand circling my clit, my other hand covering my mouth in horror. It must have looked so strange. But it just felt so… bizarre. Like I was either changing, or… discovering myself. My actual self, my true self. Was I… not who I thought I was…?
The thoughts wouldn’t stop swirling around my head even as I slowly slid a finger inside myself. Fuck, it would be so easy to just ask Teresa for a picture, and then… and then I could just… touch myself… looking at her…
***
I fucking hated being so shy. Even though Teresa was as cool as a cucumber, the next time we met up I found it hard to look her in the eye without feeling nervous. Even though it was just a silly little Starbucks date, I was mumblier and blushier and just dumber. I wanted to be strong and confident, like her, but something was just holding me back.
Luckily, Teresa didn’t end up with only me to look at. We maybe caught up for around ten or so minutes before someone else caught her eye. “Oh my God, Jaren? Hey, over here!” she called out ditzily, waving some guy over. He was a boy with darker skin and long dark hair. Short, but bulky. To be honest, he was kind of cute.
Teresa got out of her chair to get up and hug him when he approached. I scoffed on autopilot. When she hugged him, she pressed her full body against him, and even when they broke off the hug, she was still practically posing with one heel up, and her hand on his chest. “Jaren and me met in eleventh grade,” she told me. “Jaren, this is Eliza. Eliza Clarke.”
“Hey,” he said coolly, giving me a peace sign with one hand. With the other, he was holding Teresa’s back.
My cheeks burned. “H-hi,” I managed.
Teresa chuckled. “Just so you know, she’s nothing like me,” she clarified. “Don’t try anything.”
“Don’t try anything?” Jaren repeated with a grin, looking back at her.
“I know what you’re like,” she giggled, then leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Behave.”
“Look but don’t touch?” Jaren joked back with her, then shot a look at me. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, and maybe not in a good way.
Luckily, Teresa grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her again. “No,” she clarified. “Not even looking. If you’re looking at her like that, it’s because she gave you permission. We only do this shit when it’s fun for everyone. If you need release, you’ve got me. Got it?” she told him with authority.
Jaren didn’t even flinch. Teresa turned in to face him and he snaked a hand around her waist. “And what if I do need release?” he asked. “It’s been quite a while since we-”
“I know, ugh,” she replied, loosening up immediately. “I don’t wanna leave Eliza here on her own, but maybe tomorr-”
“Um, it’s okay,” I told them. They both turned to face me, and I blushed. “I-if you need-”
“Girl, no,” Teresa asserted. “I came over today to hang out with you. Sex can wait.”
I did my best to smile sweetly. “I don’t have plans later. If you two wanted to find a…” I moved my hand in a circle. “…wherever you would want to do it here-ish, I can… I-it might be nice to have a lil’ quiet moment.”
Teresa let go of Jaren and walked over to me. Fuck, she sauntered. Was everything she did seductive, or was it just now that I noticed a random act when it happened? “You sure?” she asked, her voice full of concern.
Jaren laughed behind her. “It’s like you’re playing guardian angel with her,” he laughed, then looked at me. “You picked a hell of a fairy godmother, Eliza.”
I laughed politely along with him, but nodded at Teresa. “Go have fun,” I insisted. “I might call my dad or something.”
“Teresa’s gonna be calling her daddy too,” Jaren teased.
Teresa rolled her eyes. “He thinks he’s hilarious,” she whispered to me. “Thanks. I appreciate this!” she added, walking off with him as they exited the Starbucks together. They were… walking with purpose, like they had a place nearby in mind. We were pretty far from Teresa’s place. Either Jaren’s place was nearby, or…
They were going to do it in public. Like, an alleyway or something. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling enough wetness to chafe me if I decided to walk home. Good grief. If Teresa was my guardian angel, she wasn’t doing a great job at keeping the evils from coming to me. There was no way I was going to call my dad while I was this flustered. Instead, I resigned myself to slowly sipping away at my latte, and letting my mind wander, imagining what those two must be getting up to… and where.
***
My breathing was shaky. I really wanted to try this, but I was still me, I was still nervous. Still, I wanted to try two fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut and slowly inserted them inside, feeling my mouth go open and my back arch.
Wow. I was tight. Tight like the little virgin I was. My cheeks burned in shame as I remembered what Teresa told me about virgins. Every time you do something with them, every time they do it afterwards… they think of you. And Teresa introduced me to the concept of being horny. I was cooked.
“Mm… mm… T-Teresa…” I couldn’t help but moan her name. She was such a free spirit. She had her huge tits out in front of me. I bet if I asked her to do something for me… or, fuck, to me… she wouldn’t hesitate. She would gladly send me nudes. Right now.
With my free hand, I picked up my phone, stared at it… and tossed it aside. I couldn’t. It was too shameful. I was still such a shy, innocent girl…
Fuck, an innocent girl. Even just being around Teresa was changing me. Teresa was corrupting me. I moaned, starting to pump my fingers in and out of me. Teresa was corrupting me. Teresa was corrupting me. Teresa was corrupting me.
I moaned, feeling myself release. I was cumming, hard. I wanted to get corrupted by Teresa. Even if I was too shy to do anything, that just meant I needed to spend more time around her. I wanted to get worse for her.
***
“Honestly, it might seem like someone like Jaren is better because he has the experience,” Teresa continued, lying across my bed. “And, like, yeah, he does. That’s definitely a part of it. But because he has experience and, ugh, yes,” she conceded, rolling her eyes, “he has a bigger dick, he thinks he’s God’s gift to sex. Realest possible talk? Like seven to eight times out of ten, I’d prefer Holden. Gimme Holden any day. Gimme Holden right now!” She smirked. “Well, maybe not now. Wouldn’t wanna have sex in your bed.”
My pussy throbbed listening. My bed. She could have sex in my bed if she wanted. Especially if it was with-
“Woah, you good?” Teresa asked, sitting up. “Look, my bad, my bad. New topic, totally. Um-”
“No, what? What’s wrong?” I blurted out.
Teresa paused. “You, uh, got all red in the face there. It looked like you were about to start crying or something. I honestly thought I crossed a serious line with you.”
Wow. It was showing that much, huh? I put on my most easygoing smile. “Teresa, I’m not a child. I’ve literally heard you having sex. I’ve seen your bre- your, uh, tits.”
Teresa was smirking back at me. “Uh-huh,” she played along, unconvinced. “Eliza, I can see you’re making an effort and all, but seriously, please tell me when you-”
“I will!” I insisted. “Just trust me when I say it’s fine. I’m gonna blush. I’m a, uh… you could say I’m a blusher.” As if God wanted to prove my point, I blushed hard as soon as those words came out of my mouth.
“Well… alright. I’ll trust you,” Teresa said with a nervous chuckle, then leaned back. “I just thought I creeped you out with the ‘sex in your bed’ thing.”
“You’ve been topless in my room,” I pointed out playfully.
Teresa laughed. “Y’know what, you’re right,” she conceded, then winked. “It’s just been off so many places that it’s hard to remember where I haven’t taken it off.”
I laughed in a challenging way. “That just sounds like you’re trying to find an excuse to take it off again,” I pointed out to her.
She stared at me, mischievously yet seriously. “Girl, I don’t need to find excuses. I just do things when I want to, as long as everything is cool with everyone else.”
“So you claim,” I told her. “I’m sitting here, cool as a cucumber, and I hear a lotttt of talking from you. Just saying!”
Teresa stared at me for a bit, a smile slowly forming on her face. Eventually, she moved to take her shirt off and undo her bra; quickly, as if to surprise me with it. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest; if anything, I smiled back.
Before I knew it, Teresa’s huge breasts were out, and she was back to sitting on my bed. “So this is cool?” she reaffirmed.
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I asked with a playful faux nonchalance. “You’re just sex-positive.”
“And you’re just curious,” she teased back.
“You wish,” I laughed. “I’m just having fun with this. You can put your shirt back on, or leave it off. I don’t care.”
“Sure,” she said with a smirk, then as naturally as anything, moved on to the next topic. She left her shirt off.
***
I think people keep assuming innocent people are also oblivious, or airheaded innocent little beans or something. I may have been innocent, but I was no idiot. I could tell just how much Teresa was enjoying this too. After the first time, she may have been waiting for an invitation to show her breasts to me again, like some kind of vampire (~fuck~) but now that the second time happened with explicit permission, Teresa had no reason to be shy anymore. And she took that opportunity and absolutely ran with it.
Sometimes we would hit up the gym after school together and go back to hers, and when we got back, she would collapse on her bed, sigh contentedly, and take off her sports bra (the only thing she was wearing above the belt left). Sometimes she would even do it before realizing we left the bedroom door open, and casually ask me to close it.
If I thought her tits were sexy before, they were mouthwatering now. After the gym, Teresa would get so sweaty. She would smell like hard work and hormones, and the sight would make my poor pussy throb with need. Of course, I was still too much of a coward to do anything about it, but fuck, it was on my mind constantly. And the more her shirts came off, the more they were on my mind. Teresa had to know that. There was no way she didn’t.
Every so often, I’d have this weird crisis of faith. I’d accidentally look myself in my bedroom mirror with two fingers inside myself and just… stare. This isn’t me, I would think. I’d stop, I’d get dressed, and I wouldn’t think about sex for the next long while. I’d resolve to stop touching myself. After all, it was almost becoming daily. That’s too much for any reasonable girl… right? Right?
So, I’d become a nun. The side of me that my mom and dad knew and loved; that was the full me again. I’m not a slut, after all. I had no issues with either parent, I was still a virgin, I didn’t watch porn or view those stupid ten-thousand-word sex stories from wannabe authors online, nothing big or traumatic happened to me growing up, and I hadn’t been in a serious committed relationship beyond silly “I like you, I like you too, let’s hold hands in the hallways” relationships that lasted all of two weeks. Nothing about me was slutty. Sure, Teresa’s lifestyle was interesting, there was no arguing that, but it wasn’t like just because it was interesting, it was automatically for me or anything.
So I’d go about my normal life. Wake up, go to class, eat lunch, hang out with friends, go to the gym or the mall or Starbucks or something. It was easy to adapt. And if it was easy to adapt, that meant that I truly didn’t need it in my life. I went one, then two, then three days without touching myself. Teresa and I would still hang out – we watched a movie together the other day – and she was a great friend that respected me and could read the vibes. She didn’t do anything to encourage me. She knew I was being a nun. She respected that. She was alright with me living a sexless life.
***
“Oh my God, I took the most fire nude the other day,” she began casually, sitting next to me at the school cafeteria. “Wanna see?”
My exhale came out suddenly and sharply. For a bit I could only stare straight forward. “Teresa, we’re in school,” I reminded her gingerly.
She looked around. “Holy crap, we are!” she replied with fake astonishment, then turned to me. “Anyway, nude. Yay? Nay?”
I shook my head and chuckled. Like, yeah, no one was around us, so no one would see, but… how could she be sure? I mean, for God’s sake, how could she feel so comfortable regardless, showing off her nude body in a place like school? “Aren’t you worried someone will see?”
Teresa lowered her eyelids. “Like thirty or more people here have already seen it,” she pointed out. Her eyelids rose again. “My school reputation has already taken a dent, at least among those whose lives inevitably will peak in these hallowed halls,” she said, finishing off her point with this fake British accent to be silly. She stared at me for a bit. “Y’know, ‘he peaked in high school,’ that kinda-”
“I got it, thanks,” I nearly snapped. “Um, I haven’t really seen you naked for a little bit, so…”
“Exactly! I don’t want you missing out for too long,” she laughed casually. “And plus… I have a feeling you’re enjoying feeling more casual about it.”
Fuck. I hated that I definitely visibly blushed hearing that. “W-well, I’m actually kind of in ‘nun mode’ right now, so maybe not…”
“Cool!” Teresa said with a nod, and put her phone away. “If you don’t want it, I won’t show it. I wanted a second opinion on it, but I can probably ask someone else later.” She shrugged. “Or just delete it. That’s usually where most of my nudes go, TBH. For my eyes only, that kinda thi-”
“W-well…” I interrupted with a shaky voice. I would get to see a nude of hers no one else got to? Yeah, fuck being a nun. She was offering this with her full chest – her full busty chest – and I was going to say no? It would have been the dumbest thing ever to do that. “I-if no one else is gonna see it… y’know, what a waste. If you need a friendly second opinion, then… what are friends for?”
Teresa looked at me and slowly smiled. She didn’t say anything for a bit, but narrowed her eyes, shifting at the cafeteria table to fully look at me. “Okay, is that the game we’re playing?” she asked rhetorically.
My heart stopped. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I just stared at her – she was the epitome of calm, contrasting whatever look I must have been giving her. I felt so seen, so exposed. It was like time slowed down around us. I gulped, but didn’t say anything.
“Okay, I’ll show you,” Teresa said slowly, the same smirk plastered across her face. She reached for her phone, and paused. “On one condition.”
“What?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound normal.
“Tell me you want to see it.”
I stared at her. “…Huh?”
“You’re talking about this like you don’t actually care, or like this means nothing to you. ‘I guess I could take a gander,’ ‘what are friends for,’ ‘I’m in nun mode.’” Yeah, well, I’m also in Nun Mode: Nun o’ Those excuses.”
Despite the situation, I had to chuckle.
“So, I want you to be honest with me… and honest with yourself. Tell me you want to see it.”
“I never said the word ‘gander,’” I mumbled defensively.
“No changing the topic either,” she asserted. She stared at me, her smile never faltering.
“Um…” I could feel my entire body get hot. Looking at her nudes, at school. If I didn’t recognize myself before, I wouldn’t know who I’d be if I was saying yes. But on the other hand, Teresa was right. If it felt this good, why would I lie to myself? Although-
“Three, two, one-”
“Okay!! Okay, yes. I want to see it,” I blurted out, then sat back in my seat, my entire face likely beet red.
Teresa’s smile got toothier. “Mhm,” she sang. “Well then, lemme pull it up…”
“And I mean, hey, don’t get a big head about this, I’m just… y’know, I’m just curious,” I blabbered on.
“Of course!” Teresa acknowledged, albeit with a smug tone. “Just curious. Anyway, here you go. What do you think?”
Teresa started to hand me for her phone and I cautiously looked behind me before picking it up. When my eyes refocused on the screen, I gasped. This wasn’t just a picture of her tits; this was a full-body picture, bereft of any and all clothing.
In the picture, only the bottom half of Teresa’s face was visible, sporting a naughty grin. She was sitting on her knees on her bed, with one hand hefting one of her big beautiful breasts. I wasn’t sure if she was playing with herself before taking the picture or just really loved showing off for the camera, but her nipples were clearly hard and poking out, eager for someone to touch them. Her other hand was going down her body, reaching below and using her first two fingers to slightly open her puffy pussy lips. I was seeing Teresa’s pussy, and fuck, was it ever beautiful.
My own pussy came to life, aching with desire. I could feel the heat beginning to radiate from down under, and no doubt my panties were going to get too damp to sit still soon. “Wow…” I breathed.
Teresa giggled. “So it’s a keeper?”
“I’ll say.” I cleared my throat. “Uh, yeah. It’s really good. Really well taken.” I hastily handed her phone back to her.
She smirked again. “Well, if you like it so much…” She trailed off, then took her phone and hit a few buttons. I watched her, looking up at her with a permanent blush on my face. As I stared, I felt my phone rumble, and my eyebrows shot up.
“Wh- Is that…”
Teresa nodded and grinned. “You told me you wanted to see it.”
“Well, yeah,” I mumbled defensively. “After you told me to tell you.”
“Oh that’s cute. So we’re still playing the denial game, are we?” she teased, grinning at me. “Anyway, picture is yours. Go nuts. Download it, share it, blackmail me with it, whatever you wanna do.”
“Well I’m obviously not gonna do either of the last two,” I said on autopilot, before my eyes widened when I realized what that left.
Teresa’s grin held fast. “Good,” she said smugly yet quietly. “Download it and use it however you want. No questions asked. Unless of course you want me to pry-”
“Nope!” I laughed. If I was fucked, at least I could count on Teresa respecting my boundaries. “Nope, I think it’s good to leave it there. You, uh…” I blushed heavily. “You already know a lot, I guess. It seems. I dunno.” I played with my ponytail nervously. “I mean… Oh my God, Teresa, is this what kind of feelings you have to deal with daily? This is exhausting!” I laughed nervously.
Teresa laughed sympathetically with me. “Nah, I just own it,” she admitted. She paused then looped an arm around me, holding me close. “And by the way, this changes nothing. You’re still my bestie. You’re just… having some fun and making some discoveries. But I’m still not gonna push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” She took a finger and brought it underneath my chin, making me face her. “I just want you to be more honest with what you do want from now on. Do you think you can do that?”
I shook myself free and looked away. I had to. “I dunno,” I mumbled honestly. “I feel like… I feel like my friggin’ heart is gonna explode. I get you go with the flow, but I don’t. What if this is a bad idea?”
I looked back at Teresa in time to see her shrug. “It’s only a bad idea if we let it get complicated,” she told me. “And if you think that’ll happen. Just tell me. Be upfront. No more sex stuff. Do you think I of all people would not respe-”
“No, you would. Obviously,” I told her sincerely.
“Then… you saw the picture.” Her eyes flickered up and down. A part of me wondered if she was checking out her own friend. Fuck. Her own friend, and she was wondering what I looked like. Could you even imagine? The hottest slut I knew, and she was checking me out? The part of me hoping she was sexualizing me was much bigger than I thought. “Are you having fun?”
The question made me go nonverbal. I froze, then I stared. The only part of me that moved was my blood, coloring my cheeks yet again. Realizing I hadn’t said a word for a good few seconds, I nervously nodded my head.
“Good girl,” she laughed.
I barely held back a moan.
***
“You are not looking for shirts,” I accused Teresa as we entered the store.
“Guilty as charged,” she replied with a laugh. “A little birdie told me that holden might be having a shift today, and just in case – Aha!”
She froze in her tracks, and her sentence, when she saw him. With a smile, she sauntered up to him, with me in tow. “Hey Holden!” she greeted him in her singsong voice. “How’s the shift?”
“Oh wow… hey Teresa!” Holden greeted her nervously. He was kind of like me, in a weird way.
Naturally, Teresa dealt with him the same way: by being bold and taking the lead. “Think you can spare a minute?” she asked with this pretend pouting tone. Without looking, she grabbed some random shirt off a rack. “I was hoping to try this on in the changeroom.”
I raised my eyebrows at the shirt she grabbed. It was definitely too small for her – at least, for her bust. Holden likely noticed too, although he also noticed I was there and blushed. “Um, hey Eliza,” he greeted me awkwardly. “Sorry if it’s weird that you… well, yeah.”
“Hey Holden,” I greeted him back, trying to be less awkward and definitely failing. “How’s English?”
“Well, y’know, it-”
“Sorry, did I not just give you the opportunity to fuck me in the changeroom?” Teresa asked, pretending to be mad at Holden. “Are we just gonna blow past that? You’re really asking her how English class is going?!”
I smiled at Teresa. “Teresa, don’t get greedy, I get to talk to him too,” I joked. I turned to Holden and held my smile. “Maybe we should catch up later?”
Holden chuckled. “Yeah, the old ball and chain needs my attention,” he joked back. “So, you need help with the changerooms, ma’am?”
Teresa looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “You wish I was your fuckin’ ball and chain,” she retorted. “Anyways, hell yes I do. Shall we?”
Holden looked around to make sure he wasn’t followed, either by people or by a curious pair of eyes, as the three of us made our way to the changerooms. Teresa sure knew how to pick ‘em – odds are, if she tried this at Walmart or something, we’d have been caught by now.
Holden slipped in first, pretending to inspect the room, then Teresa shut the door and looked around. The coast was clear. “You still good to keep watch?” she asked.
It felt kinda nice being Teresa’s little sluttiness secretary. Especially since she had started to send me nudes – and she sent me another one since that fateful day in the cafeteria – it was like we had a pact. Teresa never made A Move or anything, probably out of respect to me, but it did make her antics a little… easier to follow. “When you knock, one knock back means it’s safe, two knocks means it’s not,” I replied diligently.
She flashed me a smile. “You’re the best!” she told me, before disappearing into the changeroom with him. I bit my lip. I remembered the last time this happened, and how it was just awkward and I just had a moment with myself about it. This time would be different. I looked around – it’s not like this mall was that popular. It was probably going to follow the fate of the other mall near Hazelwood High and just close. We were pretty much the only ones in the store. I was allowed to have some fun too.
Sure enough, even through the wall, I could tell that Teresa began with one of her signature blowjobs. I felt nervous knowing what I was going to do next, but not my usual nervousness. I felt a new delicious naughty nervousness. Once the two of them clearly got into it, I leaned my ear next to the changeroom and just listened.
I was rewarded with the sound of moans – boy moans. If Teresa got to have sex and enjoy herself, I was entitled to a little something too. Plus, Holden was in my English class. It felt… bad what I was doing. A good bad. I was being bad. I closed my eyes, listening for Holden’s moans, which began like music to my ears.
Boy moans were something else. There was something about the way a boy – proud and needing to feel and sound masculine and dominant – letting loose and forsaking control. the way the moans would begin softly but then become more pronounced as he got more and more into it. I looked around again – nobody. I closed my eyes, leaned against the wall again… Then did the unthinkable. I reached into the front of my silly cottagecore dress, pulled it up, snaked my hand into my panties… and started playing with my clit.
It felt so fucking naughty. Holden’s moans got bigger, more pronounced, more tasty, and here I was enjoying myself. Neither Holden nor my slut of a best friend had any clue I was doing this, and that made it hotter. My eyes were closed but my mouth hung open, and soon, when Holden moaned, I got encouraged to make the slightest of noises too – not moans, but whatever the next smallest thing was. I was moaning quietly alongside Holden, even as the wall of the changeroom began to slightly shake. Wow, these two were needy. Moving on to sex so quickly? I guess when you’re in a changeroom, you can’t take your time… not that I was complaining. My movements got quicker and more desperate as well as I enjoyed myself to the cute pair of sluts.
Fucking God… I braced myself against the wall, my mouth becoming more open as I listened until it got to an “o” shape. I thought I was just going to do this for a bit, but as the happy couple began fucking more and more needily – and more loudly – I got a little louder and bolder too. And I didn’t dare stop. I’m sure the Eliza of even two weeks ago would have shrieked and turned pink if she could see me then, touching myself in public, listening to the delicious sounds of Holden moaning with hormonal need as he fucked the living daylights out of my bestie. I didn’t care. I was feeling too good. Fuck being a nun. I wanted to be slutty. I knew that tomorrow I might change my mind, but in the moment it felt too good. I wanted to be slutty. I wanted more. I wanted to fuck Holden. I wanted to fuck Teresa. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be slutty.
My climax came right as I had that last thought, and I made an embarrassingly loud and pathetic-sounding noise as I felt all of my feelings reach a crescendo. I felt high. I felt like I could do anything. The feelings persisted and lasted… and then remained, even as I came down from my high.
My breathing slowly returned to normal as I recovered from my orgasm. Slowly, my hand retreated from its sinful position – I looked around again, nobody was around – and then I lifted my head from the wall. They were still going at it. I thought I’d get complicated feelings of guilt or shame or something, but… I was feeling weirdly calm about the whole thing. I felt… fine. I didn’t feel like I needed to curl up into a ball and die. That was unexpected. I was definitely feeling less like I wanted to have sex with anything that moved, but… I didn’t feel bad about it, even if I just listened to a classmate and a best friend have sex. Was it still “voyeur” if it was just listening? I didn’t know, but I suppose I didn’t need to.
Eventually, the happy couple slowed it down, and I heard the telltale sounds of Holden finishing. I bit my lip. His choked needy grunts… wow. Maybe I needed to get closer to him. I didn’t have the guts that Teresa did, but… who knows? All I knew was Holden made hot sounds, and I was being more honest with myself. The rest would follow.
Eventually, I heard a knock. I shot one more look around me, then knocked back. Teresa emerged with a flushed face and JBF hair, and shot me a silly smile. We both chuckled.
“Are we…?” I asked, gesturing to the changeroom.
“Holden is Holden. He wants us to get out of here,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “God knows the crowds of people in here could see us at any moment.”
I chuckled, but even still, slipped past her and knocked softly on the changeroom door. “See you later, Holden,” I told him warmly through the door.
“Uh…” Holden’s nervous voice greeted me. “Yeah, see… yeah.”
Teresa gave a throaty laugh as we left together. “Boy, you seem different from the last time we did this,” she observed.
I smiled at her. “Maybe,” I conceded. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me. Be careful, or you might make me do something that changes me forever.”
Teresa looked at me, gauging my face before clearly mulling it over. “Promises, promises,” she eventually replied, in a ‘joking’ sultry tone.
I kept up my smile, looking forward. Maybe I was worried for nothing. Maybe letting go and enjoying this could be fun after all. Maybe I could handle all of my emotions and discover a few more things about myself. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having Teresa as my guardian angel.
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