I went into the changing room and slipped off my skirt--so from the waist down I just had my hold up stockings and a g-string.” I shook my head and ...mirked. I glanced over at the yummy bloke on the train and I would have sworn there was no music on his headphones. Surreptitiously, he was listening to Jen’s story. “Anyway, I called to the bloke and asked him to help me. When he put his head round the curtain, he saw me with my back to him, showing off my bum in the g-string. I looked at him over. Out of breath, we stopped again. Our rest was fleeting as a spotlight stalked us, creeping towards us along a wall. His hand pinned me to the wall by my throat as his other lifted my top above my breasts. My eyes locked onto the approaching spotlight as wetness mercilessly flicked my sensitive nipples.Someone would see us. The light was almost upon us. I absurdly covered my eyes as if that would keep my naked breasts unseen. I guess fear and arousal dulled reason.At the last second, he pulled. Something about mucous membranes.It finally sent me to penis. I knew what that was. There were a bunch of slang terms near the end of that definition, and there it was, plain as day — schlong. Why the heck couldn't they just come out and say it was a dick?By the time I'd finished my research project, it was time for dinner. Mom asked how things were going with Betsy Lou and I told her she'd been acting weird and explained some of the things she'd done over the past couple of days. She wiped her. Nuthan aunty was happy that I obeyed her; she hugged me and asked me to take off the blanket for her to see the dress better. I took it off and she frowned at it. She said the bra didn’t suit the dress and insisted I pull that out. Before I could say a word, she unhooked the bra from the back and gestured me to take off the rest. Half heartedly, I pulled the bra out and my boobs sprang out visible through the dress. I have light brown nipples and a 34c pair, so the dress fir well at my.