I'd gotten my first pair of panties from Melinda the week before school started.

I wasn't planning on it. I was just casually strolling through the small Bluffwatch mall with a new toothbrush in my hand when she lifted her head and beckoned me into her store. It was the kind of store that had dim lighting, the AC was set obnoxiously low, and it played loud, weird music music to attract teenagers. At least I think it was to attract teenagers. The first minute of the song was nothing but the sound of ticking clocks—way too many clocks. That lasted for over a minute before some percussion kicked in. And even that wasn't normal. It sounded like bongos tuned way too tightly. I shook my head and crossed the threshold. Goosebumps sprang up my arms.

The cute, middle-aged woman smiled. "What are ya doin cutie?"

I held up my toothbrush and shrugged. "What are you doing?"

"Ugh! I'm so bored. Come in here and talk to me."

"Don't you have work to do?"

She peered back into the dark cavernous space behind her. It was spotless. The shelves were stocked and the racks were full. "I'm Melinda, what's your name sweetheart?"

"Justin," I said, taking a casual step toward her.

"Oh come on, I'm not old. I'm just bored—hey how about this? I can give you some career advice!"

I furrowed my brow.

"No," she explained, "it's pretty important. Really! I wish someone had told me this when I was in High School. Have you ever had a job?"

My eyes caught the name tag pinned to her tight top. She'd drawn little hearts on it. It sat just above the medium-sized mounds on her chest. The shirt completely covered her front, but as I approached from the side, I could see that the back was open. It was held together by a few narrow straps that crisscrossed over her skin.

I shook my head. "No, I haven't had a job."

"Well, don't get one. That's my advice. Wait till you're out of college. Oh! Also, go to college. That's probably my advice."

"So, you don't like working here?"

Melinda scoffed. She looked just like the cheerleaders at school, she even had the same kind of cute face and narrow build. I took another step and set my things on the counter.

"What's wrong? What's that look for?" she asked.

"I just don't understand. What's wrong with a job? I don't want to be homeless."

"Oh no! Of course not! I'm just saying don't get stuck here, that's all." When she stood up abruptly and straightened herself out, her breasts jiggled under the soft blue material of her top. It rose a few inches from her pants and flashed a narrow swath of her flat, tanned tummy. She noticed me staring and smiled.

"I try to stay in shape. I was real pretty in High School—real popular too."

I nodded slowly. Melinda wasn't very tall either. I stood a few inches above her and was looking down.

She continued, "And that's the whole point—none of that matters. That's what I tell my son every day. He's your age, you know." She flashed a quirky grin. "And he's cute like you too."

I rubbed the back of my neck.

"Don't be shy, it's true, you're cute. I would have followed you around like a lost puppy back in the day."

She reached up, lifted her baseball cap, and ran her fingers through her thin, brown hair. Her shirt lifted higher, stretching and wrapping tightly around her breasts. Melinda wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples projected right through.

She coolly set her hat back down and then leaned forward. Her small hand reached over and clasped mine.

I gulped. "Melinda?"

"How about we get you some new clothes for school?"

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

She didn't even look at my skinny jeans and T-shirt. Her eyes stayed right there, locked onto mine. "Nothing's wrong. You look great. I was just thinking..."

"W-w-what?" I croaked.

Her finger rubbed the back of my hand. "Oh come on!" she whined. "That's ridiculous!"

"Wait—what?"

"You seriously have nicer skin than I do."

"Oh. I, uh—thanks?"

Her finger kept moving, trying to smooth over the goosebumps that had popped up along my arm. I looked around. The whole space was still empty and dark. There wasn't another person inside or even outside the store. And except for the music, it was quiet. The narrow space in the front of my jeans began to tighten.

It was constricting, becoming painful as it filled out. I held my breath and looked down. But Melinda just leaned in closer. Her breasts bounced, then quickly settled. The skin flowing down her back looked just as soft as the rest of her as it disappeared into her jeans. A hint of blue underwear flashed out the top.

"So what do you say?" she finally asked.

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Do you want to get some new clothes for school? We have all sorts of stuff that your girlfriend will love. Wait—how rude of me, do you have a girlfriend?"

I shook my head.

"Ha! You're a liar! Someone as cute as you, I don't believe it!"

"Well, I mean, before I kind of—but you know..."

She set her elbows on the glass counter and inched closer. Her hand wrapped around my finger. "Relax," she said in a quiet voice, "I'm just messing with you—wait! You're not gay, are you? I mean it's OK if you are. I think my son is."

"What! I mean, I don't know. I don't think so?"

She gently lifted my index finger and coiled her hand around it. It was subtle and very light, but her warm palm had the front of my pants bulging outward. My penis angled upward along my belly, nearing the waistline of my jeans.

I gulped.

"So what do you like more, boys or girls?"

"Girls!" I insisted.

"Oh yeah? Have you ever kissed one? What about boys?"

"I, uh, I mean yeah—well not boys," I lied. "I've kissed a few girls at my old school."

She looked up at me with her small, dark eyes and blinked. "Oh, so you're new here?"

"Yeah, I just moved."

"Oh yeah? What brings you here."

I dug my toe into the concrete flooring.

"Justin?" she asked again.

"Oh, it's nothing. My mom just thinks it's safer," I said.

"Safer? How so? I mean, we don't have a lot of crime, so she's right."

"It's more like... Well, strange things kept happening."

"Spooky! What kind of strange things?"

"She's crazy—it was just normal stuff like earthquakes and, I dunno, storms and things. We never had weather like that before, it just started all at once, and—"

"Well, I'm glad," Melinda interrupted. "You made my day. No! Seriously! My ex is a deadbeat, and my son is always doing sports and hanging out with his friends. I get so bored."

She twisted her hand and butted into the soft webbing between my fingers.

"Melinda?" I said softly.

"You probably think I'm a loser, huh? Well, you wouldn't be wrong. I'm just so bored here. Look at this place!"

I couldn't pull my gaze from the suggestive twisting and stroking movements of her fist.

Melinda continued, "Well, I do have my other job."

"Other job?"

She grinned. "Yeah, I have at least one thing going for me. I just work here for the insurance."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a licensed massage therapist," she said proudly. "I do it from home. I converted my garage. It's honestly where all my money comes from." But as I just stood there staring, Melinda explained, "It's really kind of like this. I'm good with people, and they seem to like me too."

"So you just, like, touch them?"

She nodded. "Yeah, some like it nice and slow like this. Others want it harder. What do you like?"

"Um, I guess this is fine like this."

She shifted her weight to her other leg and the tight denim material of her jeans bit into the pretty skin of her hips. It would leave a mark. "Are you comfortable? Is this OK?" she asked, engulfing my finger in her small, warm fist.

My body shuddered. I couldn't help it. It just sort of trembled for a moment while I tracked the gentle motion of her fist. Eventually, I nodded. "No—yeah. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"What? Why?"

Melinda's eyes finally broke away from mine. But when they landed on the front of my jeans, she smirked. I pressed myself forward into the glass casing, my cheeks turning bright red. Her grin only got wider.

"It's OK," she said. "I've seen them before you know."

I held my breath.

"Does it hurt?"

My cheeks puffed out wide. I shook my head.

"Well, it's very impressive for such a young boy. How old are you anyway?"

I finally exhaled and blurted out, "S-s-seventeen."

She perked up. "Oh, you're the same age as Isaac! Are you going to Bayside? Maybe you can be friends!"

"I'm going to Birdview."

Melinda frowned. "Birdview? You mean Bluffwatch?"

"Oh yeah, right, Bluffwatch."

"Oh well, that's too bad. I wouldn't mind if you hung out with him. He'd love you, I just know it."

There was a long silence. The determined woman never stopped her caress as she considered what to say next. It was slow and methodical the way her fingers tightened and twisted around me. It's like she didn't want to let go. And from where I stood above her, it looked like her feet had come off the ground as she leaned in closer. The bill of her cap grazed against my shirt when she looked back down.

"You know what my son does?" she finally asked.

"What do you mean?"

"He wears girls underwear."

"What!" I shouted down at the top of her head.

She calmly continued, "They'd help with your, uh, you know—at least that's what Isaac says. But he's not as, um..." Her head finally came back up and she looked me in the eye. "You're really special, you know that?"

"I am?"

"Yeah. And you know what? I think he's right. I think panties would be good for you. They're real soft like the ones I'm wearing. Do you like those?"

I swallowed so hard my Adam's Apple nearly dislodged itself and came up my throat. A light blue material crept out the back of her pants as she curved her spine. She had two small dimples in her skin just above her waist. The head of my penis reached up and over the tight waistband of my jeans.

"They, uh, seem real nice," I said.

"And they're comfortable too. Want to go pick some out. They're on me!"

"Like free?"

"Yes, free."

Then, she paused. Melinda looked out the front of the store. There was no one there. Her head slowly wheeled back around and she stretched an arm forward.

"May I?" she asked.

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh don't be scared. I just want to see what size you are and your shirt is in the way."

I mashed my thighs together. I stood up as tall as I could as if that would make my penis magically shrink back down into my pants. But the denim just slid lower.

"Is that OK?" she asked again, her fingers touching down on the front of my shirt.

"It's just, uh..." I started, then swiveled my head toward the entrance one more time. Still clear. "It's just, you know..."

"Need to adjust yourself?"

"What? No! I mean, maybe..."

She waited a moment, then delicately pinched the fabric of my shirt and raised it up. Higher it rose. Higher. I looked to the door. A man in a suit walked by talking on his phone. But he walked right past us without looking. Higher. There was a sudden gasp.

"Justin," she said in a quiet, surprised tone.

"W-w-what?"

"Are you wearing underwear?"

I looked down. The tip was peering up at me. My abdomen tightened. I flexed every muscle in my body trying to will it back down. But it just stayed there, pressed tightly against my stomach. Slowly the shirt fell back down. Melinda patted the front.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "Isaac gets like that too."

"Y-y-your son you mean? You've seen his—"

"Not on purpose!" she insisted. "It's just sometimes he sees a cute boy and he can't help it. It's not like yours though—not even close." Melinda paused. Her hand kept moving though. She kept stroking my finger while she considered. "Wait a minute. Why are you like this? Did you see a pretty girl?"

I shot a quick glance to the door just as a pretty Hispanic girl appeared. She was standing there in baggy white pants and a buttoned-up shirt that was tied in a knot under her small breasts. She had her face down in her phone and was furiously typing away. I looked down and found Melinda staring up at me expectantly.

"Justin?" she asked. "Do you think she's cute?"

"I uh, no—yeah, she's cute."

"No! Don't look! Oh my God, Justin, she's checking you out. She's seriously staring at your ass. That is so cute!"

"She is?"

"Shh! She's coming! Just act natural."

I mashed my groin into the glass. The bill of Melinda's hat turned as she tracked the girl walking behind me until she eventually disappeared deep into the store.

"She was on her phone," I said. "She wasn't checking me out."

Melinda sighed. "Boys are so stupid, I swear. She was totally staring at you. She probably saw that... That thing."

"Shit! Really?"

"Chill out dude. Do you think she would have come in if she was grossed out by it? I wonder if she goes to your school. She's cute. I wish I had her tight, little body. And those long legs! Ugh!"

I turned just in time to see the girl's backside as she rounded a corner. Her bottom was mostly shrouded by her baggy pants. But I could make out her plump, little cheeks swaying as she walked. Her waist was so small it looked like her pants would just slip down if she took another step. But the starchy material stayed up where it was supposed to be.

Melinda suddenly lowered her head and kissed the tip of my finger. "Justin?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Can I see it again?"

"She's right there!" I protested. "Are you crazy? She's going to see!"

"She can't see us. Besides, she's way back there. Come on, just a little peek? Please?"

"This is nuts," I muttered under my breath. "OK, fine!"

Melinda smiled and waited as I reached down and pinched the hem of my shirt. I checked the aisle, then leaned back and checked again. The girl was tall and I couldn't see her perfectly brushed, jet-black hair anywhere. The fabric climbed up my body and Melinda's eyes went wide.

She stared right at it, just inches away. Her feet were off the ground. I could hear the rubber souls of her shoes tapping lightly against the industrial concrete floor.

"You have such a beautiful cock," she whispered.

"Melinda, shh!" I hissed.

"And it's so big too. You're seriously bigger than my ex-husband."

A sound ripped my attention from Melinda to the back of the store. The girl was standing along the wall, desperately swatting at a shirt that was hanging above her and just out of reach.

Melinda pressed closer. Her belly slid across the glass. "Have you ever fucked a girl with that thing?"

I slammed my shirt back down and shouted as quietly as I could, "Melinda! What is wrong with you?"

"I bet you'd kill that poor girl that just walked in. But you know what? I bet she'd look really cute on her back, screaming for your big fucking cock. Do you think she's a virgin?"

The girl finally found the shirt and circled around to the delicates in the far back. "I don't know. I mean, she seems nice."

"Oh come on, you don't have to lie to me. It's not that long ago that I was seventeen."

"Jesus, Melinda, I'm really starting to think that you're a—" I started to say.

"What? A slut?"

"No! I wasn't going to say that!"

She only shrugged. "Well, it's true. I loved the boys at my school. I still do. I still love boys with big cocks."

I reached down and put my hand on the back of her shoulder. I couldn't help it. All that warm, bare skin drew me to her. It burned the pads of my fingers when I touched her—when my hand began to swim down her back. Melinda sighed loudly through her nose.

I could feel the hot air slip under my shirt and tickle my stomach. My hand kept moving, sliding further and further down her spine, and as I leaned forward, her hat jostled loose and fell to the floor. Melinda said nothing. Her nose was pressed right between my legs.

In a barely audible voice, she whispered, "Can I suck it?"

There were no signs of the girl, no sounds either. She had vanished. I whispered right back to the woman clawing at my jeans with her teeth, "Right here? Right now?"

She kissed the front of my pants. "I've seriously sucked so many dicks. I've done more than one at a time too."

Her hand found the button on my jeans, and it popped open.

"Go slow!" I warned. "I might, you know—oh God..."

The zipper was down. Hard flesh protruded straight forward toward her soft, wet tongue. She kissed it.

On the far side of the courtyard was an elderly couple taking a casual stroll. The man was trying to explain something to the woman, but she wasn't having any of it and brushed him off. The back of the store was eerily quiet.

Melinda's mouth opened, but just as she leaned forward, there was the distinct sound of footsteps softly approaching from behind. I strained my ears and turned my head. Louder. Soft sneakers squeaked toward us. I sprang back and swatted Melinda's hand away.

We both turned and saw the cute dark-skinned girl standing there with a few shirts and other items in her hands. She blinked twice before Melinda stood up.