Joy to My World

Info Blondsubles
26 Sep. '20


I’d been bullied all throughout school.  Grade, middle, and especially high.  It didn’t matter.  Living in a small mid-western town, a town where the high school football team reigned supreme, the cheerleaders were the prettiest, most popular and came from the wealthier families.  I never fit in.  Our family was best classified as lower middle class.  We didn’t want for anything but neither did we travel to Disneyland over the summer.


It didn’t help that I was smart, wore glasses a little too big for my small frame and was what my mom called a late bloomer, meaning while most girls were buying their second or even third bras because they were developing, I didn’t even have to wear one.  I took to wearing baggy sweaters and shirts all the time.  I finally grew some breasts over the summer when I was going into my junior year but I was still super self-conscious of my body.  However, it was the next summer, the summer when I turned eighteen and became a senior, that was the turning point in my life. That summer was when Joy came into town.


Joy was what one would call a goth chick.  That meant she was about as popular as I was.  Wearing all black with chalk white skin and ruby red lipstick, the first thing that I noticed about her was that she took some of the bullying off of me.  The clique, meaning the cheerleaders instantly took a disliking to her and went after her with their barbs.  Rumors quickly spread that Joy was a lesbian.  Well, the word people used was a lot less polite.  The biggest difference between Joy and me, besides how we dressed, was the fact that she fought back, going right after Lizzie, the head cheerleader, word for word.


It took a lot of courage for an introvert like me to finally one day sit somewhat near her in the cafeteria.   I’d just learned what a dyke, for that was the word that was used, was when I looked it up on my computer the first time I’d heard Joy being called that.  It was an eye-opening experience.  I was never really interested in sexual matters.  I’d laughed self-deprecatingly when my mom gave me the talk, telling her she didn’t have to worry about me getting pregnant since no boy would even look at me.


When I actually said “Hi” to Joy, the clique took it as an opportunity to call me a dyke as well, which caused me to burst into tears.  What really frightened me was that I was worried that they might be right.  The pictures I was looking at when I was finished with my homework wasn’t boys.  They were pics of women, mainly goth women, to be honest.  Crying in the hallway next to my locker surrounded by a group of cheerleaders did nothing to dissuade their taunts.


“Oh look Rat!” said Lizzie using their favorite name for me. “Here comes your girlfriend now.”  Sure enough, Joy was walking down the hall, looking upset.  “Hey Wednesday, your little girlfriend’s been missing you.” Lizzie taunted, causing the other girls to burst out laughing.

“Says the bitch walking around with a pack of cunt-lickers who always hangs out in the girl’s locker room.” Joy shot back.  “So, run off to your favorite place and take your gaggle of twats with you so they can kiss your ass some more.”  Lizzie looked shocked and was momentarily speechless.


“Fuck you, dyke!” Lizzie finally said, trying in vain with a comeback but she did leave, followed by, as Joy called them, her gaggle of twats.


“Thanks.” I mumbled as Joy walked past.  She stopped and turned to me.


“Rebecca, right?”  I nodded.  “Look, they’re going to keep this shit up until you fucking grow a pair and stand up to them.”  Again, I nodded, knowing what she said was true.   “You need a ride?”  I was so tempted to say no but it was pouring rain and I had a long walk home. 


“Yeah, thanks.” I mumbled again.  Grabbing my bookbag, I followed Joy to her car.  It was Friday and both my parents worked late so I cautiously asked Joy if she wanted to come inside when she stopped in front of my house.  To my surprise, after a second, she said yes.


“Sorry.” I said when we walked in.


Joy looked at me quizzically.  “For what?”


“We aren’t rich.” I replied.  Our furniture was used and my family didn’t have all the nice features of everyone that lived around us had.  My mom kept a nice clean house though.


“So?” Joy said.  I smiled and relaxed a little asking if she wanted a coke.  I grabbed two of them, then took her to my room, my sanctuary.  We sat down on my bed, an uncomfortable silence settling between us.  “You don’t have many people over, do you?” Joy finally asked.  Letting out a little laugh, I admitted she was the first.  “Go ahead and ask.  I know you want to.” she said, then taking a swig of her drink.


“Ask what?”


“Come on Becky,” Joy said, giving me a look that she knew what was on my mind.


Taking a deep breath, I tentatively asked “Are you?”

“What would you do if I said yes?  Freak out and throw me out of the house?” Joy said.  She didn’t sound upset, asking matter-of-factly.


“No!” I responded, maybe a little too quickly.  “I mean, no, I really don’t care if you’re a lesbian or not.”


Joy let out a laugh.  “Really?  Okay, yeah, I’ve kissed girls before.  Happy?”


I swallowed nervously, my heart racing at the revelation.  “Lucky you.” I said, hastily adding “at least you’ve kissed somebody.” when Joy’s eyebrow raised in speculation. 


Joy shrugged.  “It’s not that big a deal.” she said.  “I mean, where I come from.”

“I wish I was there instead of here.” I said, not realizing how that could be interpreted. 

“Becky, there are assholes all over the place.” Joy replied softly, placing her hand on mine.  I flinched a little, not used to friendly contact but didn’t pull back.


“I know but it would be nice to be somewhere where I could, you know, just be myself.”  I could feel my eyes getting moist and my voice cracked a little when I spoke.  Years of bullying were threatening to come to the forefront.  So, I decided to change the subject.  “Hey, there’s another rumor about you.” I said in a light-hearted whisper.


“Oh, really?  Just one?” Joy replied sardonically.  We both laughed, her hand still on mine.  “Which one is it?”

“Well, rumor has it that you got your, um, nipples pierced?”


Joy let out a loud laugh.  “Wow!  Something that’s true!”


“Really?” I said.  It was amazing to me that I knew someone who’d done something I’d only seen online.


“Yeah.  Wanna see?”  My mouth went bone dry and all I could do was give a slight nod.  Joy smiled and began to unbutton her shirt.  Very soon, her black, lacy bra was visible.  I was doing my best to appear calm but my eyes were glued to her body as she reached around and undid her bra, letting it fall from her body.


Joy had slightly smaller tits than mine but her nipples were more prominent.  Both of them had a little loop like her earrings piercing them.  On top of that, on her right breast, the word “Deviant” was tattooed in black, gothic lettering.


I could feel my body trembling at the sight of her body.  All I could say was “Your mom let you?” feeling like an idiot as soon as I said it.


“Yeah, my mom even drove me to get the tattoo.  It was my eighteenth birthday present.”  I couldn’t stop looking, then blushed when I realized I was staring.  Looking up, I noticed that Joy had the strangest smile on her face.  “Of course, you know how the game is played.”  I shook my head no even though I knew very well what she was going to say next.  “I showed you mine.  Now it’s your turn.”


I thought about ending it right here but then realized that it was nothing that Joy and I hadn’t seen in gym class.  “You’ll laugh at me.” I said, morosely.


“Why would I do that?” Joys asked, taken aback.  She seemed so comfortable in her body.  “Do you have like three tits or something?  Cause if you do, that would be fucking awesome.”  We both laughed.


“No, because everyone does.” I said.


“Who? Lizzie and her lezzies?”  I nodded, again fighting the negative feelings.  “Look,” Joy said, taking my hand in hers again.  “I’m not going to tell you how to live your life but if you don’t stick up for yourself Becky, people will walk all over you.”


“Yeah, but you don’t know what it’s like to be an…”


“What, an outcast?” Joy interrupted.  “Yeah, cause I fucking fit in.”  I let out a choking half-laugh.  “Listen, I don’t give one rat’s fuck,” hearing my nickname made me cringe. “about what those bitches think about me.  And neither should you.”  I nodded, knowing that she was right.  “Your smart.  Hell, I bet my car that you’ll be making six figures while Lizzie’s pumping out her sixth kid.”  I did genuinely laugh as that image flitted through my head.  “Now quit stalling and show me your tits.”


Emboldened by Joy’s pep talk.  I gripped the bottom of my sweater, quickly pulling it off as well as taking off my bra, not wanting to lose my nerve.  For a second, Joy said nothing and the butterflies in my stomach grew into vultures as I thought she would start laughing.  Instead, Joy’s eyes grew big and she let out an appreciative whistle.


“Look,” Joy said, breaking her gaze from my chest.  “I’ve seen a lot of girl’s tits and yours are pretty fucking nice.”  I blushed at her words, maybe thrusting my chest out a little.  “Now I know why Lizzie teases you.  She’s jealous.”  We giggled and finished our cokes, each trying and failing to not gaze at each other’s bared breasts.  I don’t know what came over me but I caught myself as my hand reached out.  Blushing, I started to apologize.  Instead, Joy took my hand and placed it on her right breast.


I froze, not knowing what to do, when Joy reached up and cupped mine.  She ran her fingers lightly on my skin and brushed my nipple with the palm of her hand.  The feeling was indescribable.  I closed my eyes as her other hand went to my other breast.  My lips were slightly parted as I leaned my body forward, pressing my breasts into her hands.  That’s when I felt a soft pair of lips touch mine.


Again, I froze, my eyes widening in shock.  When Joy pulled back, she saw the look on my face.  “Too soon?” she asked, crestfallen.  For a second, I didn’t do anything.  Then, without even thinking about it, I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. 


Joy tentatively wrapped her arms around my body, pulling me in close.  Her nipples were brushing against my breasts as I gripped her shoulders.  Then, I felt her tongue lick my lips.  I didn’t know what to do so I parted them to stick my own tongue out.  It was at that moment when Joy introduced me to the pleasures of French kissing.


When we finally came up for air, Joy and I looked at each other.  There was uncertainty in the air, as if we didn’t know where to go next.  “Not a bad kisser, Becky.” Joy said as she licked her lips.


“You’re my first.” I answered truthfully.  I was so turned on; I was ready to pounce.  “So, um, what now?” I instead asked.


“Well, that depends on how far you’re willing to go.”  Joy answered, a smile on her painted lips.


“How far have you gone?”  I was almost afraid to find out, to be truthful.


Joy laughed.  “Baby, I’ve gone plenty far with another woman.  Let’s just say, from my experience, every lady taste differently.”


“Taste? As in…”


“Hell yeah.  But we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” 


I glanced at the clock, noticing that we would be alone for another couple of hours.  “I mean, well, what would you like me to do?”


“You sure about this?” Joy asked.  When I nodded, she smiled and then ordered me to strip.


“Naked?” I nervously asked.


“Down to your skin.” Joy said.  Again, like when I took off my shirt and bra, I took a deep breath, then quickly disrobed.  I felt vulnerable, shifting from one leg to the other, using my hand to hide my fur covered mound.


Joy sat there for a moment, a hungry look in her eyes.  She then reached out, taking me by the wrist and standing up in one movement. 


I bit my lower lip as Joy leaned in and kissed me again. Her hands caressed my back as our tongues wrestled.  Then, I let out a surprised squeak as Joy’s hands traveled down to my bottom.  She kneaded my butt cheeks for a moment as our bodies pressed together.  When she pulled back from the kiss, she whispered “Ready?”  I nodded, then felt her guide me back onto my bed, spread my legs wide and crawl between them, covering my body with hers.


The first thing Joy did was remove my glasses.  It’s weird but I had never felt that vulnerable until she did that, not even when I was undressed.  My eyes were closed in anticipation and I felt the briefest of kisses on each eyelid, then on my lips.  Her fingertips were running up and down my arms in a light caress as she gently bit down on my neck, causing me to gasp.  But the really amazing feeling came when Joy took my right nipple in between her velveteen lips and suckled.


The sensation was incredible.  It was at that moment when I found out my nipples are amazingly sensitive.  Joy’s right hand was playing with my other breast as her tongue traced around my areola, then lightly flicked my nipple into aching hardness.  Without thinking, my hands tried to float to my vagina, only to be blocked by Joy’s body.  I let out a little whimper when she left my right breast only to sigh in pleasure when she began to tease my left one with her mouth.


My body writhed; I could feel Joy’s nipple rings rubbing against my stomach.  She must have sensed that I was getting a little too worked up because she left my breast and planted little kisses all over my tummy


I was grinning like a cat, letting out giggles as Joy unmercifully tickled me.  Then I froze when I felt her kiss my mound.  “I can stop now.” she said, pausing before taking the plunge.  “Do you want me to, baby?”


I hesitated for just a second, then shook my head no, unable to say the word.  As soon as I did that, I felt Joy’s fingers pry my vagina apart.  Then, everything went kind of hazy.  Joy ran her tongue from the bottom of my slit all the way to my clitoris, giving it a little extra tongue flick at the end.  Up until this point in my life, I didn’t think anything could feel so damn amazing.  I’d tried masturbation once or twice but it never really did anything for me.  But this, this feeling that Joy was giving me as she lapped eagerly at my wetness was almost indescribable.  Tingles shot through my body, my hand flying to my tits.  When Joy pressed her tongue to the entrance to my pussy and licked the sensitive skin, I let out a scream as all the nerves fired off at once.


Joy didn’t relent, either.  My whole body felt like it was on a roller coaster as another wave hit me.  I’m not sure when she stopped licking.  The next thing I consciously realized was that I was breathing heavily.  Opening my eyes, I could make out the blurry image of Joy on her knees between my legs. 

“You okay, Becky?” Joy asked, rubbing my inner thigh.  I let out a breathy laugh.


“Yeah.” I said.  I tried to say something else but my brain was still a bit fogged over.  Joy flopped down next to me on the bed and I rolled over onto my side.  Her beautiful face was in focus now; her perfect lips, brilliant blue eyes I could lose myself in, a cute, upturned nose.  It was all clear to me.  I reached behind her head, pulling her into a kiss. 


When we broke the kiss, I looked at her with uncertainty.  “You don’t have to Becky.” Joy said gently.


“But I want to.” I said, which was true.  Ever since I’d seen my first naked goth girl on the computer, I fantasized about this moment with Joy.  “I…I just don’t know how to start and you’ll be disappointed.”


Joy laughed.  “Come on baby.  Just the fact that you’re willing to try is fucking turning me on.”  I smiled when she said that.  I could see that she meant it.  “Now, I’m going to stand up and strip for you, okay?”


My mouth went dry again as I rolled over so I could watch.  Joy stood close to me and put on a little show.  Slowly lowering her skirt, then her panties which matched her bra, then each silky stocking.  What struck me first was that instead of having a lightly trimmed bush like mine, Joy only had a small strip of hair on her mound.  It was like a roadmap for me to follow.


When she climbed up on the bed again, Joy made sure to rub her body against mine.  Laying down on her back, she looked at me and gave me a wink, smiling cheekily.  I smiled back, then reached out and brushed the tips of my fingers on her nipples.  Inspired by what was done to me, I started lightly kissing Joy’s neck.  It must have been an erogenous zone for her because she let out little moans of appreciation.


I would love to be able to say that I took my time, teasing and tasting Joy’s body in the same way she did mine.  But, honestly, I couldn’t control myself.  After sucking on her nipples, playing with her rings with my tongue, for a few moments, I moved down her body and settled in between her legs.


Joy’s vagina was beautiful.  Full lips, that when spread by my fingers, revealed a dark pink interior that was already slick with her juices.  There was a wonderfully pungent aroma wafting to my nose that made my mouth water.  Joy shivered in anticipation as I leaned in and breathed cool air on her hot skin.  Her little, pink clitoris peeked from its hood as I slowly leaned in. 

Then, I had my first taste of another woman’s pussy.


It surprised me on how sweet Joy’s fluids were.  I’d always heard it tasted like fish but as soon as her girl goo hit my tongue, I knew in my heart this wouldn’t be the only pussy I would ever lick.  I eagerly lapped it all up, my tongue exploring every inch of her vagina.  Pursing my lips, I kissed Joy’s clit, then sucked it in, causing her to gasp. 

After nibbling on her clit, I pulled back a little.  Noticing Joy’s entrance, I tentatively touched it with my finger before I pushed it into her.  The inside of her vagina was hot, moist and wonderfully soft.  I didn’t realize what I’d done when I curled my finger, touching the skin but the way she reacted meant that I must have hit her g spot.  It was a new-found knowledge that I took full advantage of as I added another finger, tickling that area unmercifully. 


Joy cried out as I felt her fluids coat my hand.  Removing my fingers, I quickly moved back in to licking her.  She wrapped her fingers in my hair, holding my head in place as used my tongue as a spoon, scooping up all her yummy goo. 


I finally stopped when Joy let go of my hair, her hand flopping beside her body.  I paused for a moment, just gazing at her beautiful pussy, hoping that this wouldn’t be the last time.  Moving up to lay next to her, I giggled softly at her serene expression, so unlike the scowl she usually had on her face at school.


“Um,” I began, hesitating for a second before asking “how did I do?”


Joy let out a breathy laugh.  “Baby, shut up and kiss me.”  Smiling, I leaned over and French kissed her deeply.  “That was damn good.” she said when we broke the kiss.  “You are a fucking natural.”


It was so good to hear those words.  That I’d brought pleasure to another person.  Then, I glanced at the clock and realized that it wouldn’t be much longer before my mom walked in to the house.


Joy noticed the look of concern on my face.  “Time to get dressed, huh?” she said.  I nodded, kissed her again, then sat up.  She handed me my glasses, then kind of rolled off the bed, gathering her clothes.  I waited for the weirdly awkward feeling to kick in but, instead, I felt hesitatingly hopeful.


“Um, what now?” I asked.  Would we start dating?  Were we girlfriends?  Could I be a lesbian?


“What?” Joy said, looking at me.  “Do you mean are we going to be holding hands at school and kissing in the hallway?”  I nodded, uncertain of our relationship.  Joy let out a little laugh.  “Look, I can honestly say that I wouldn’t mind doing that at all but it’s up to you Becky.” 


“Yeah, um, I wouldn’t mind it either but, well, can we maybe just hang out at first?” 


“Sure.” Joy replied.  “Tell ya what.  If you can come up with about a hundred bucks, I’ll take you to the city so you can get some normal shirts.  You really have a knock-out body that you shouldn’t be ashamed of.”  My breath caught when Joy said that.  How would my parents react? 


“Maybe, um, if I can, can we go, like, tomorrow?”  Joy let out a laugh. 


“Sure, we can.”  Joy picked up her phone.  “Let me have your number and text me if you can go.  If not, just let me know if you want to hang out or something.”  I gave her a big smile as well as my phone number, then hopped off the bed and threw on a tee shirt and an old pair of shorts before we walked downstairs.


My mom was just walking in as we entered the kitchen.  She looked haggard as usual from a long day at the hospital.  That is until she spotted Joy and me standing there.  “OH!” mom said in surprise.  “Hi.” 


“Mom, this is Joy.  Joy, this is my mom.”


“Hi, my mom.” Joy said, to which mother let out a laugh. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Joy.  Please call me Carol.” Mom said, holding out her hand.  Joy shook it, smiling.  They made some pleasant talk as I got another coke, handing one to Joy.  “Would you like to stay for dinner, Joy?”


“I would love to but I have to head home.” Joy said before turning to me.  “Let me know about tomorrow, cool?”  I nodded, then giggled silently when Joy winked at me when my mom turned her head.


“So, she seems nice.” mom said, grabbing my coke and taking a sip.  “What about tomorrow?”


“Well, um, mom.” I said awkwardly.  “Can I have a hundred bucks?”  And then that’s when I saw a “spit take” for the first time in real life.


After I explained to mom that I wanted to go clothes shopping, she got a surprised look on her face but relented, giving me the hundred.  Exited, I ran to my room and texted Joy that I could go.  She replied with a Hell Yeah and a kiss emoji telling me to be ready by ten.  The kiss emoji really set my heart to flutter.  I replied with a can’t wait and a kiss of my own.  


The next day found Joy and I in her car headed to the shopping centers in the big city.   I really didn’t understand why we just didn’t go to the local Walmart as a hundred dollars wouldn’t go that far but, when I brought this up, Joy just smiled and said not to worry about it.  The thing that really struck me was that, while she was still dressed in black, there was something more vibrant about Joy.  She didn’t look like the same morose goth I’d come to know and, well, love.  I smiled and sat back, enjoying the ride.


We pulled into the parking lot of the mall and the first thing I did was pray that we didn’t run into anyone from school.  It’s not that I was embarrassed to be seen with Joy.  I was embarrassed for her to be seen with me.  Honestly though, I don’t think Joy cared what anyone else thought. 


Joy must have been a mind reader.  Noticing the look on my face when the car stopped, she took me by the hand and gave it a squeeze before leaning over and kissing me on the lips.  “Hey baby, everything’s going to be fine.” she said before letting go of my hand.  I nodded, gave a weak smile in reply, took a deep breath and exited the car.


The hundred was gone in the first two stores we hit.  Some new jeans, a lot snugger than I usually wore, some designer tee-shirts and new shoes rounded out the ensemble.  I barely had enough to buy a drink at the food court.  But to my surprise, Joy pulled me aside and whispered “We’re not finished.”


“But…” I started, confused.

“Look Becky, I’ll make you a deal.” Joy said smiling.  “You and I continue to shop and I pay for it all.  But there are two conditions.  One, I pick out the stuff I want you to wear.  Don’t worry.  I’m not going to make you look ridiculous.” Joy quickly added, seeing the look on my face. “And two, you come to my house after here and try them on.”


I genuinely thought about it for a few seconds then nodded my head.  I trusted Joy in what she said about not making me look silly.  She grinned like the Cheshire cat, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the one store I never thought I would ever step in.  I held my breath as I walked into Victoria’s Secrets.


I’d looked in the store before, of course, but never had the courage to ask my mom about entering it.  All my panties had come from Target or Walmart and none of what I wore would be classified as sexy.  It’s not like anyone would see my undergarments anyway.  I felt myself blushing as Joy grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the first rack. 


Joy started pawing through the different bras, selecting one and holding it up to my body, judging how it would look on me, frowning, then selecting another one and doing the same thing with another color and style.


Around that time, a saleslady whose nametag identified her as Sheryl walked up to us.  She was cute, not much older than us, and asked if she could help.  Before I could say anything, Joy stated “Yeah, my girlfriend here is buying her first pairs of sexy panties and bras.”  I felt my blush deepen at Joy’s open frankness but remained silent.


Sheryl smiled, showing off her perfect teeth.  “Of course!  I’ll be happy to help.  Let’s step to the dressing rooms so I can get her measurements.”  Joy took ahold of my hand again, leading me to the back of the store as Sheryl pulled a measuring tape from her pocket.  They looked at me expectantly as I stood there, not really knowing what to do.  “You’ll have to remove your top and bra so I can get a measurement.” Sheryl finally said after a few moments of awkward silence.  Joy nodded in affirmation as she took the bags from my hand.  Sheryl didn’t ask me but instead turned to Joy to see what style and color she wanted me to wear.  After Joy explained what she was looking for, Sheryl looked at me expectantly.


I shot Joy a look and after taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, removed my baggy shirt and simple white brassier.   I stood there, a little embarrassed, as Sheryl methodically took my measurements, nodded, then left.  Joy smiled mischievously, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned in, kissing me on the lips as her free hand cupped my exposed breast.  My eyes flew open in surprise and I could feel my heart pounding as she lightly pinched my nipple.  I closed my eyes and let out a mewling moan as Joy’s tongue licked my lips but then pulled back.  When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see Sheryl standing there, holding several bras with a huge smile on her face and a hungry look in her eyes.


Every time I tried a bra on, Shery and Joy would take a step back and judge how it looked on me.  Sometimes, they would smile, sometimes have a muted discussion and then try something else.  It was if my opinion didn’t matter.  To my surprise, I felt myself getting turned on at this; the feeling that I was a toy, something that the two of them were using to play dress up.  I squeezed my legs together as a little tingle shot through me.  Joy noticed my movement and gave me a wink.  Again, I blushed at the realization that she knew what effect this was having on me.


After what seemed like hours or seconds, Joy was holding five pairs of panties and bras in her hands.  I was about to put my old bra and shirt back on when she said that she wanted to see what the panties looked like on me.  Sheryl enthusiastically agreed, stating that it was important to get the full effect.  I was so turned on at that point, when Joy told me to strip, I only hesitated for a second before stripping off my pants and shoes.  I was a little embarrassed at my granny panties I had on but was mortified to feel a damp patch at the crotch.


“All the way, baby.” Joy said when I stopped at removing my panties.  I’m was surprised that I didn’t die right then.  I was about to refuse but instead I lowered them, praying that the two didn’t notice how turned on I was.  Joy took her time in selecting which pair she wanted me to wear which allowed Sheryl plenty of opportunity to lustily gaze at my naked body.  I shifted my legs nervously which sent another tingle through my body. 


Finally, Joy handed Sheryl the set that she’d selected.  Sheryl popped the tags off and handed the undergarments to me, dragging her index finger along the back of my hand when I took them from her.  I was so disconcerted that I just stood there for a moment before I realized that I had panties in my hand.  They were sheer, lacy and barely there and when I had finally put them on, I still felt naked.


Joy made me turn around, telling me she wanted to see the back.  I could hear a low whistle of appreciation from Sheryl when I did.  I’m ashamed to admit a feeling of pride swelled inside me right then.  I glanced over my shoulder and noticed Sheryl lick her lips.  When I turned back around, she handed me the bra which matched the panties.  My nipples were plainly visible through the material as well as being hard as rocks right then. 


Both Joy and Sheryl had the same hungry look in their eyes as I stood there.  I was about to remove them to put my old undergarments on when Sheryl said it would be okay to wear them out of the store.  I shrugged, figuring that I already had them on anyway so why not.  Joy then reached into one of the bags, pulling out a pair of skinny jeans and a tight tee shirt as well as the new pair of sandals.  It was obvious that she wanted me to wear these clothes.  I figured why the heck not and took the clothes from her. 


When I finished dressing, I looked at myself in the mirror and was taken back at what was reflected.  Gone was the baggy, slouchy introvert.  Instead, I looked, well, sexy.  A brief moment of panic hit me as I was well outside my comfort level.  That’s when Joy took my hand, gave it a squeeze and whispered “You look amazing, Becky.” 


Sheryl nodded.  “You really do.  You two make such an adorable couple, by the way.”  I blushed once more, softly thanking her and flashing a little smile.  When we were at the counter, Sheryl took out a scrap of paper and wrote down her phone number.  “I usually don’t do this but if you two want to, you know, um, hang out sometime, give me a call.” 


Joy took the paper, gave Sheryl a wink and handed the woman her credit card.  I didn’t even see the total.  Before I knew it, Joy took me by the hand and led me out of the store.  “One more stop and then we’ll get something to eat and ditch this place.” Joy said.  I nodded, allowing myself to be led on.


I was led to a beauty salon.  It seemed Joy was determined to give me a complete makeover.  Honestly, I was so wrapped up in what was happening, I didn’t even argue this one.  Normally, I didn’t bother with make-up or wear my hair in anything other than a ponytail.  It was easy to take care of and why bother when no one noticed anyway other than to mock me.


Again, as soon as we walked in, Joy introduced me to the lady at the counter as her girlfriend, explaining that I was here for a makeover.  Also, again, the lady, this time with the name of Ruby, exclusively talked to Joy.  I just stood there as they discussed what style would look best on me.  All the while, Joy had me by the hand, squeezing it ever so slightly in a reassuring manner. 


Finally, it was decided what style Joy wanted for me and I was led to the back.  I was told I had to remove my glasses so that the stylist could properly cut my hair so I couldn’t even see what was being done to me.  At that moment, I felt like a caterpillar trapped in the cocoon, praying to emerge as I changed into something else; something that I would have never become on my own.


When the stylist was finished, I put my glasses on and just stared at the mirror for a minute.  I knew I was looking at me but it was so surreal.  I touched my cheek and the woman in the mirror did the same.  All my life, I had done my best not to call attention to myself.  To blend into the back-round.  To hide.  But this person, the way she was dressed, the way she looked, almost called out to the world.


Joy’s eyes practically bulged out from her head when she looked up from the magazine she had been reading and saw me for the first time.  I couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction.  I noticed a new bag that she picked up as we left the store.  “God, you look amazing, Becky.” Joy said as we walked to the food court.


“Thanks to you.” I replied, taking ahold of her hand. 


Joy flashed a smile.  “I can think of a couple of ways you can repay me.” she said, giving me a wink.  I could feel my blush returning as I looked at the floor but couldn’t help but smile.


“Yeah, me too.” I said, squeezing her hand.  As we walked to the food court, I could sense people looking at us.  Figuring it was because two women were daring to hold hands in public, I did my best to ignore it.  But even when we sat down to eat our slices of pizza, I still noticed people, mainly young men, looking my way.


“Not used to it, huh?” Joy replied when I pointed it out.


I shook my head no.  “I usually try my best to avoid it.” 


“A little too much for ya.” Joy stated, matter-of-factly.  “Alright.  Let’s ditch.” she said after I nodded. We quickly finished and left for her car.


As we were driving home, I worked up the courage to ask something that had been on my mind all day.  “Not to sound ungrateful but I have to ask…”

“Why I did this for you?” Joy finished.  “Well, because, I, um, like you.  A lot.”  My heart skipped a beat at those words.  “Look, the new clothes, the new hairdo, don’t change who you are on the inside.  All I did today was because I wanted to do something nice for a beautiful soul that I have strong feelings for.”  I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I sat there in silence.  “I wanted to give you the opportunity to see yourself as I see you.” 


We were at a stoplight so, without caring about who could see me, I quickly leaned over and planted a kiss right on Joy’s lips.  “I like you, too.  A lot.” I whispered into her ear.  As I sat back, I was surprised to see a little tear run down Joy’s cheek.


Both of us sat in silence on the way to Joy’s house, each lost in our own thoughts.  I’d never had feelings like this for anyone.  Sure, I loved my parents but this was different.  Joy parked the car in front of a really nice house in the richer section of town.  After grabbing the parcels, she led me inside and down the hall to her room.  I didn’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this.  Inside, the house was beautifully furnished with very expensive furniture.


Joy must have guessed what I was thinking because she paused and said “Yeah, my dad makes some good money.” 

“Yeah, I see.” I replied, trying my best not to sound jealous.


Joy opened the door to her room, put the bags she was carrying down on the floor, and pulled off her shirt.  I stood there for a second, gazing at her body as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.  My mouth began to water at the sight of her perky tits.  “Come on, slowpoke.” Joy said, snapping me out of my reverie.


I set my bags on the floor and removed my own shirt and bra as Joy stripped completely naked.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her body as she sat down on her bed, her legs spread wide, her vagina splayed open, the inner pink glistening with her juices. 


Finally, I fumbled out of my clothes and, before Joy said anything, I got on my knees in front of her and dove in.  She let out a gasp as I used my tongue like a spoon, scooping up her delicious fluids. 


Joy held me in place, resting her thighs on my shoulders as she leaned back onto the bed, and let out a long moan before she flooded my mouth.  I licked her dry, tonguing her sweet pussy until she moved her legs and weakly pushed me back. 


Standing up, I couldn’t help but smile at Joy’s satisfied expression, feeling a certain pride in bringing her off.  I stood there, my face shiny with her cum, as she propped herself up on her elbows.  “Wow!” she said, as she shakily sat up.  “You are a fucking natural, baby.”  I giggled at her compliment, shifting from one leg to the other.  I was so horny right then, I felt like I was about to explode.


Joy smiled at my obvious state but instead of getting me off, she began to pick up the bags from the floor and began to pull out the contents and place them carefully onto the bed.  “I know what you need, baby.” she said, her voice low and seductive.  “But I want to see you in your new clothes first.”  With that, Joy handed me my first pair of thong panties and a half-cut bra.


I never realized how sexy the right undergarments could make you feel.  After I donned them, I looked into Joy’s full-length mirror.  I slowly did a pirouette, trying my best to see how my butt looked.  The thin fabric cupped my pussy nicely, the bra pushing my breasts up.  I dressed in one of my skin-tight tee shirts and cut-off shorts that Joy had insisted I buy.  Damn, I looked good, I thought to myself.  The whole time we were shopping, there was a niggling fear that I would look ridiculous in my new clothes.  Those worries were allayed as I saw my reflection.


The next half hour was dominated by me trying on my new clothes.  With each change, I was amazed at how I looked in them.  Not to mention, the level of my horniness was rising to critical levels.  When I removed the last pair of panties, pink, silky ones that you could plainly see my bush through, little strands of my juices clung to the material. 

Joy took them from my hand and held them up to her nose, inhaling deeply, before putting them on the bed.  Then, to my surprise, she removed a smaller bag from the big one from Victoria’s Secrets.  “Just one more thing, Becky.” she said, a twinkle in her eye.  “First, I have to ask something.  My dad isn’t going to be home tonight.  Do you want to spend the night here?”


I quickly nodded and called my mom, asking if it was alright, practically squealing with happiness when permission was given.  I’d just hung up the phone when Joy pulled out two garments.  They were matching lacy teddies, one white and the other black.  My hands were shaking a little as I took the white one from her and gingerly donned the garment.  As I did that, Joy stood up and put the black one on.


We stood in front of the mirror and posed for a minute, looking as if we were the negative of the other.  Her hair, raven black and bob cut.  Mine, long and blond, falling in ringlets around my shoulders.  Her skin, white which contrasted beautifully with the black lace.  Mine, a more natural tan from my heritage which the white only emphasized.  Joy took ahold of my shoulders and gently turned me toward her.  We looked into each other’s eyes, then mutually leaned in and kissed deeply.  I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hands on her smooth ass as she lightly rubbed my back.


Breaking the kiss, Joy pushed the straps of my teddy off my shoulders, then off my body, as she guided me to the bed.  Again, she kissed me before she took off her own teddy.  It was at that moment when I was introduced to the pleasures of a sixty-nine.


Joy won.  I wanted to say that I lasted a long time, holding out so that we could orgasm at the same time, but truthfully, I was so worked up at that point, I could feel the depths of my body tingling almost as soon as Joy touched my clit with her tongue.  I let out a long, low moan as my body shook.  Trying my best to please her, I pushed my own tongue deep inside Joy’s pussy.  Then, she showed me a new sensation as rolled over onto her back so that she was on the bottom.  Joy spread my cheeks wide and pressed her tongue right on my butt hole.


I squealed into Joy’s pussy as she tickled the rosebud of my ass, practically anally fucking me with her stiff tongue.  I could feel another orgasmic swell beginning as she started alternating between my ass and pussy.


I heard Joy let out gasp as she orgasmed a second time which triggered my second one as well.  I felt my body go weak as I rolled off of her, barely having the strength to turn around so that our heads were resting on the pillows. 


Joy and I rolled over onto our sides so that we faced each other.  She scooted close to me so that we were pressed together and began alternating between giving me little kisses and gazing into my eyes. 


After a while, I had to go to the bathroom.  Joy told me where it was and I quickly walked down the hall.  It felt so weird to be unclothed in a strange house.  When I entered the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was the huge tub.  One of my weaknesses was baths and, for a moment, I just stood there and marveled.


“Pretty nice, huh?” Joy said, entering behind me.  I nodded and then sat down on the toilet.  I was a little embarrassed to be relieving myself as she stood there.  I could see her glancing my way as I peed, not even thinking that it was something that she might like. 


When I finished, Joy sat down and began peeing.  She spread her legs and I couldn’t help but watch the urine flow from her body.  I didn’t understand why a shudder went through me at the sight but I knew that I didn’t mind it at all. 


Joy finished and walked to the bath tub, turned the water on and hopped in, holding out her hand to help me into the tub.   We knelt in the hot, relaxing water, holding hands and kissing some more as the tub continued to fill. 

Joy turned off the flowing water, then directed me to lean back.  She bathed my body with perfumed body wash, gently running her hands over me, massaging my arms, stomach, and legs as I relaxed.  It felt so intimate, like we were the only ones in the world at that moment. 

When Joy finished, it was my turn to return the favor.  I loved the feeling of her skin and the way she let out gentle cooing noises as my hands glided over her.  I didn’t want this moment to end.  It felt so natural and pure to me.  There was a sexual undercurrent in what we were doing but it was the closeness I felt to her that really turned me on.


Not a word was spoken after I rinsed Joy off and leaned back, our bare legs entwined.  I watched her through half-lidded eyes lay there, soaking in the water with a smile on her face.  We got out only after the water turned cold, each drying the other with big, fluffy towels.


The rest of the night saw us dressed in our teddies, hanging out, listening to music and talking about our plans for the future.  One of the things that I didn’t know Joy had purchased was make-up for me and I sat there as she applied the different cosmetics to my face. 


When she was finished, I was taken aback at how great I looked.  Joy gave me tips on how to apply the different colors based on the look I was going for.  I had never used make-up before.  My mom had tried to teach me but I’d always resisted, again for fear of standing out.


Finally, it was time for bed.  Joy and I snuggled under her blanked and she pressed her body against my back, draping her arm over me, her hand resting on my breast.  It took a while for me to drift off to sleep, this being the first time with another person next to me but it felt so comforting the way she nuzzled my neck.  I smiled as I felt myself relax and soon sleep came.


The next day, Joy dropped me off right before lunch.  Luckily, my parents were out so Joy and I carried all of the bags to my room.  She kissed me hard, her hands squeezing my ass before she left to go home.  I let out a giggle as I put all of the clothes away, making sure to put the most intimate undergarments deep in the back of my drawer. 


When mom got home, she was shocked to say the least at my new hairstyle but was positively floored at the clothes I’d purchased with the money she’d given me.  Pleasantly so, I must add.  “Wow!  I’m so happy Joy is helping you out of your shell, Becky.” mom said after I modeled the jeans and tee-shirts and new pair of shoes.  If you only knew, I thought to myself.  “Are you going to wear them to school tomorrow?”


“Um…yeah.  Why not?” I replied, carefully hanging them up.  Mom was strangely quiet all night.  She kept glancing my way with a smile on her face.  When dad came home, he too was surprised by the new look his daughter was sporting but said I looked very pretty.  I hugged him tightly, then got ready for bed.  I couldn’t help it.  Slipping on my teddy, I made sure to cover myself with my oversized shirt I usually wore to sleep in.


The next day, I did dress in my new clothes.  It wasn’t gym day so I decided to wear my thong set.  Joy pulled up in her car, ready to drive me.  She was dressed as usual in her goth attire.  “God, you look great baby.” she said, giving me a quick kiss.  I smiled and told her how my parents reacted at my new look.  Joy let out a laugh, saying that I should have recorded it.  She was a bit surprised when, at a stop light, I lifted my shirt and showed her what I was wearing underneath.  “Thanks a lot.” Joy said in mock annoyance.  “Now, I’m going to be thinking of that all throughout the day.”

“It’s only fair.” I shot back, smiling.  “I’m only going to be thinking of you.”


If I thought my new look would at least get me out of my daily torment from Lizzie, I was sadly mistaken.  I did notice a lot of turned heads as I walked down the hall but as soon as I went to my locker, I heard “Oh my.  Looks like the little rat wants to play dress-up.” in a bitchy voice.


The next thing I knew, the gaggle of twats had surrounded me.  I looked down the hall and noticed Joy, a hardened look on her face, start walking my way.  She stopped when I caught her eye and almost imperceptibly shook my head no.


I stood there for a few minutes, enduring the verbal barbs when something in me snapped.  I slammed my locker closed, then wheeled around, staring daggers into Lizzie’s eyes.  “That’s enough!” I screamed.  Lizzie took a step back, a look of shock on her face.  I could feel my rage beginning to build.  “For years, I’ve put up with your shit, you entitled bitch.” I said with venom.  “I don’t have to do it anymore!”  I didn’t even notice that the hall full of people had gone quiet. 


Lizzie opened her mouth to retort but I cut her off.  “No!” I screamed.  “You don’t get to talk, Elizabeth.  Now, it’s my turn.”  I jabbed my finger into her chest, probably a little too hard.  “You fucking cunt.  You’ve made my life hell at this school and I endured.  Well, you know what?  Fuck you and fuck off!  This is the last year of school and I don’t want you to even fucking LOOK my way anymore!”  I was in tears and shouting at this point.  Teachers must have heard me because they came out into the hallway.  “From now on, you LEAVE! ME! ALONE!”  With that, I shoved hard.  I was smaller than Lizzie but anger fueled my strength and my tormenter, the person that I hated most, was sent flying onto her ass.


There was dead silence in the hall for a moment.  Lizzie just stared at me, mouth agape before a look of anger appeared on her face.  I balled my hands into fists, ready to pummel.  That’s when everyone came to their senses.  Teachers rushed over to separate us but I didn’t care.  I was so livid at that point, I almost went through them, wanting to punish more.  That’s when I felt hands on my shoulders. 


A voice, a calming voice, whispered into my ear.  “It’s okay, baby.  You made your point.”  I turned, buried my head on Joy’s shoulder cried, all the pain pouring out of me.  She wrapped her arms around me and held me close.  I could feel myself being guided to the principal’s office where I sat with Joy until I gathered myself.  My mom was called and we spent about a half an hour discussing everything that happened.  Since this was my first ever offense and everyone knew about Lizzie’s teasing, I wasn’t punished in anyway with the promise that I wouldn’t beat up anyone.  I let out a choking sob of a laugh and said I would behave.


It didn’t take long for what had happened to travel around the school.  Teachers talked to the classes about bullying others and how wrong it was.  Rumors also began about me and Joy but I didn’t care.  By the end of the third quarter, we were openly dating.


Coming out to my parents was the hardest thing I’d ever done but I was amazed at how calmly and supportively they took it.  Mom later confessed that she’d known for a long time, even knowing about the items that Joy had purchased at Victoria’s Secrets.  She and my dad had talked about it and waited for me to bring it up in order to talk to me about my feelings.  I did get to meet Joy’s father, a truly remarkable and intelligent man who actually wrote a letter of recommendation for me to MIT.  The acceptance letter from there was the second happiest day of my life.  Joy’s and my first kiss would always be number one.  Joy had told him a long time ago that she was a lesbian so it wasn’t a shock at all to him.


Prom was an experience.  Joy and I wore matching dresses.  Hers was black, of course, while mine was white.  We were the first openly gay couple in the school’s history to attend the senior dance. 


That night, Joy took my virginity.  Her father was gone again for the weekend and I felt what it was truly like to be made love to.  When she pushed past my hymen with the strap-on dildo she was wearing, I wrapped my legs around her and kissed her deeply.  The orgasm was mind blowing in its intensity.


After we graduated college, the third happiest day of my life came when I looked into the love of my life’s eyes, and, with tears falling down my face, I softly said “I do.”