It's a Party!

It’s a Party!

By Bubblegom

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Rated NC-17 for language, nudity, and overt sexual activities

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Hey, Bubblegom here. I hope you remember where the last chapter left off or that you even read it at all. In case you didn’t and you’re lazy or dysfunctional and don’t want to go back to it, I’ll begin this one with the last part of that chapter. Nice, ain’t I? Haha!

Matt suddenly began to massage my shoulders gently. I felt all my tension melt away at his sensual touch. “Oh,” I exclaimed softly, “that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

As Matt continued to gently massage me, I pushed my desk back flush with his in order to allow him maximum room and access. Matt responded by slowly pulling my blouse out of my short skirt until it was completely in the open.

The young man began to massage my back near my waist. God, it felt so good and I moaned softly. Matt then placed his hands higher on my back and then moved them around front to my breasts, pausing once in a while to rub my nipples. I began to squirm in my desk seat

“Oh Matt,” I whispered.

Matt quietly slipped out of his desk and dropped to one knee beside my desk. He reached out with the touch of a surgeon and removed my skirt and blouse, leaving me sitting there stark naked in the middle of class! I realized someone was cognizant of the fact because I heard several moans and sharp intakes of breath. God, I was already sopping wet.

The tall, young man stood up beside me and pulled me into his arms, while slipping his open long raincoat completely around me. I reached down and unbuckled Matt’s belt, unsnapped his light brown trousers and pushed them and his red bikini briefs down to his knees, completely freeing his now totally rigid penis.

Matt leaned down kissing me passionately and then lowered his body by bending his knees, while I groped his thick erection, finally culminating with me standing on my tip toes while helping to guide his stiffened penis into my dripping engorged cunt.

“Oh God,” I moaned as Matt began to rock inside of me.

It was so incredibly sexy to be standing there in the middle of a classroom during a regular schoolday making love. I managed to turn my head just enough to use my peripheral vision to observe the entire class was silently watching our every move, except for one guy who was sound asleep with his head on his desk. I bet when he woke up later and discovered what he’d missed he’d be pissed. Haha!

Matt was indeed a wonderful lover in the best sense of the word. He continued to make slow deep thrusts into me, taking his time as though he had all the time in the world. The feelings I was experiencing were exquisite as the extremely confident young man never varied his pace. Don’t get me wrong. Matt wasn’t being gentle in any stretch of the imagination but was pounding into me with each and every thrust – whap, whap, whap. It was so silent in the classroom otherwise that the sound from each thrust sounded like a bullet exploding. Just knowing the other students were hearing that was turning me on even more.

With each one of his savage thrusts into me I felt so God damn good that I was teetering right on the edge of orgasm the entire time. I wanted to feel his entire naked body against mine and I reached up to his top button and pulled his shirt completely open and then pulled him closely to me. Jesus! Naked skin to naked skin always feels so wonderful to me. I bet I wasn’t ever held when I was a baby. That would fit my parents perfectly too.

Once I did that, Matt began to really pound into me at a much faster rate. It must have turned him on too. He was now wildly plunging his steel hard penis into me at an incredible rate and I could tell he was just on the verge of his orgasm. I think he was trying to hold himself back until I cummed which was sweet but basically stupid because I can cum just by looking at someone. Haha!

I figured I had one ploy up my lack of sleeves which would turn the trick immediately; besides I wanted to see his nude body. I reached up and totally surprised him, to say the least, by sliding his coat and shirt off his body leaving him standing there wearing nothing but me!

His bikini briefs and trousers had long since fallen to his ankles leaving him standing in class basically totally nude. Mwahaha! I took a quick glance around the room while continuing to twitch my hips in time with his continued pounding into my cunt with his prodigious penis and I noticed none of girls in my class looked embarrassed in any way. In fact they were all watching Matt’s love making completely enthralled and intrigued.

‘And that’s what wrong with America today,’ I thought. ‘There’s no virgins left.’ Hehe!

Sure enough as soon as I had denuded him Matt shot off like a rocket to the moon – blast off! I pulled him even closer to me as he twitched over and over in his cum spasms. Boy, I was surprised to see he had so much cum in him. I figured a good looking guy like him would be getting some hot sex action every night of the week, but he probably was one of those nice guys who didn’t assert himself enough with women.

Seemingly out of the blue my orgasm started to bubble out of me. It felt as though it began at the soles of my feet and worked it’s way up – it felt that good. I’m sure the reason it was so great was because I was really getting off on the fact that we were fucking in the middle of the school day in front of the entire class! Mwahaha!

“Oh God!” I cried out. “You’re so fucking good!”

I didn’t have to cry out. In fact, it would have been prudent on my part to have remained silent, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to help Matt by advertising what a great lover he was and I also couldn’t help but screw with my classmates’ minds a little more. You know me! Haha!

In fact it immediately became apparent that it was totally imprudent of me as just at the second that I shouted out at my moment of climax, our teacher, Miss Collins stepped back into the classroom. Naturally her attention was immediately drawn to us because of my indiscreet screaming.

By the way, I just referred to her as Miss Collins rather than the more politically correct Ms. or even, God forbid, Mrs. for a reason. I really didn’t know how old she was at the time, but she always looked to me to be about twelve years old. From certain things she had said concerning herself during the teaching of the class, I was led to believe that she had done incredibly well in school and in fact had been allowed to skip grades several times.

Consequently Miss Collins could have been as young as seventeen or eighteen years of age when she began her first year of teaching the year before. On top of that, she wore a pair of huge round unattractive glasses, Godawful plaid knee skirts with some kind of old ruffled colored blouses and had her hair in pigtails!

I kid you not. She wore pigtails. What I’m attempting to communicate here is I think the only area that Miss Collins was mature in was her education. I had always felt she was a stone cold virgin and probably never had even been out on a date. What happened next proved my point.

As Matt had his back to the doorway, I certainly didn’t want him to turn around and wave his still hard prick at Miss Collins. She might have had a psychotic break. Mwahaha! I quickly whispered to him that the teacher was standing in the doorway and he best get dressed as quickly as possible.

I had locked eye contact with her and you can best believe she was blushing as bright red as a fire truck. The average teacher who walked in on such a situation in their classroom would have been screaming holy hell, but Miss Collins just stood there completely nonplussed. I do think it was probably a miracle that she didn’t faint.

As soon as Matt had pulled his clothes up and on including his long raincoat, I used him as a shield to pull on the paltry amount of clothes I usually wear. Of course the minute the young teacher had returned to the classroom, the rest of the class had swung around to eyes forward, not wanting to become involved in our sexual shenanigans in any way. This turned out to work in our best interest as it allowed Miss Collins once she could finally move again to just return to her desk at the front of the room and ignore the entire thing.

As she lectured for the last few minutes of the class which were all that were left to her, Miss Collins remained extremely flushed appearing. Haha! I bet she had areas in her body tingling she hadn’t even been aware of. I sat there barely listening as I was experiencing the highly desired afterglow of good sex and I wasn’t going to let anything as mundane as school to interrupt that.

Finally the bell rang to proceed to lunch period. Of course everybody didn’t eat lunch at the same time. The cafeteria wouldn’t begin to hold everyone. It so happened I didn’t have another class for an hour so I was looking forward to maybe pulling Matt along with me somewhere – like maybe the library, haha.

I noticed when everyone exited the classroom they were cutting sly glances at us and some of the guys still were sporting obvious erections beneath their tight jeans. That didn’t necessarily connote anything though. In the ninth grade guys can get hard just watching paint dry.

Matt and I were standing in the very back of the line exiting the classroom and just before we left Miss Collins discovered her voice and asked me to remain. I’m thinking naturally why just me, that Matt was involved too, although I already knew the answer to it. She really liked Matt from the year before when she apparently taught some Junior level classes.

I’ll say this for Matt. Unlike most other guys that I know he didn’t cut and run, he stood right there beside me waiting.

“You can go, Matthew. I need to speak with Sara alone.”

“But-.”

“Please, Matthew,” Miss Collins entreated. She certainly was a shy thing. I think I might have felt sorry for her in ordinary circumstances but since I was certain she was about to take me down to the principal’s office and have me expelled I was a little light in the sympathy department.

Matt offered one ‘Well, I tried’ glance at me and then had to leave. I understood. It wouldn’t have helped me any if he got into trouble too. My teacher walked him out into the hall and then came back into the classroom, closed the door and locked it. I must admit I was very surprised that Miss Collins didn’t just dump me off in the front office and I looked in askance at her when she returned to me.

Of course none of this stopped her from saying that tired old hackneyed, “Sara! What exactly were you doing when I came back into the room?”

I think teachers take a special class in college entitled ‘Useless Inanities and Other Foolish Ways to Confront Your Students.’ Mwahaha! I just had this gut feeling that nothing bad was going to come out of this.

One reason was I think Miss Collins was far too shy to talk to the principal about two students having...you know...uh...sex together. Haha! And the other reason was how badly it would reflect on her teaching skills for something to happen like that in her classroom. Teachers do have to earn tenure you know and something like public shagging going on when you’re supposed to be teaching algebra just doesn’t help your case for long term employment.

I decided that I wasn’t going to pretend to be led around by the nose by this young virgin, so when she said, “Sara! What exactly were you doing when I came back into the room?” I responded with “We were fucking our brains out!”

“Sara!” she complained, flushing bright crimson. “There’s no need to be vulgar.”

“I agree, I just enjoy it.”

“Sara, I’m going to ask you again,” Miss Collins began to say.

“No,” I interrupted. “I want to ask you some questions first. What’s your first name?”

The young teacher stood slightly stunned not quite certain how the reversal in interrogation had occurred but she apparently found the question to not be considered too personal to answer.

“Dorothy,” she replied.

“Do you like to be called Dot, Dottie, what?”

“I prefer to be called Dorothy,” Miss Collins said formally.

“Okay, Dorothy it is. Now how old were you when you graduated from college?”

She hesitated but finally answered because I had her completely off balance. This was not the way she had intended this interview to proceed but the young teacher now appeared powerless to stop it.

“I was seventeen when I obtained my M.A.,” Dorothy explained shyly.

“Seventeen, Gawd! You must be a damn genius,” I exclaimed.

“Sara,” she said primly, “I wish you wouldn’t curse.”

“Well, you know what they say, you can wish in one hand and – oh, never mind. So you still live at home with your parents?” I asked.

Lowering her head until she was no longer looking at me, she murmured, “Uh huh.”

That certainly let me know she was embarrassed about not living on her own, but for God’s sake she was only nineteen and actually emotionally she was probably about twelve. So moving on to the more pertinent information, I asked, “Have you ever been on a date?”

Dorothy quickly raised her head to glare at me. “I don’t see where that is any of your business,” she snapped.

I giggled at her. “Well, that answers that question. You haven’t, have you?”

The young teacher’s entire expression softened from anger to sadness. “No, not really. I’ve gone out with groups of people in college thanks to roommates who always felt so sorry for me being so young and socially out of place; but to answer your question no, no one has ever asked me out on a date.”

While Dorothy was speaking I had reached over and gently removed her glasses and placed them on her desk. Before she could complain, I queried, “Do you actually need those to see?”

“Well,” she equivocated, “I need them some for reading.”

“Ok, use them just for reading and do yourself a favor, get contacts or better still get that laser surgery done. You’re just hiding behind these. Now what’s with this hair?” I asked while moving behind and starting to take it apart.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Dorothy demanded.

“Take the other side and unravel it,” I directed. “What’d you do – wear your hair like this when you were twelve?”

“Yes,” she responded in a small voice.

“Well, it’s time you grew up,” I suggested.

Once we had her hair untangled, I asked her if she had a brush. After she silently handed it to me, I spent the next five minutes brushing her hair out until it looked great. She had dark black hair that brushed out to hanging halfway down her back.

I wouldn’t say she was beautiful by any means, but she was certainly damn attractive now that she wasn’t wearing those horrid appearing glasses and her pigtails.

“You know,” I said, “you’re really very pretty and no one would ever know it.”

Miss Collins blushed and lowered her head. “No, I’m not,” she murmured.

‘So it’s gonna be like that, is it? That’s okay I love a good challenge,’ I thought.

Next I leaned over and unsnapped her skirt in preparation of pulling it down. “Stop!” she demanded in a panicked voice. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see what your body looks like underneath all this crap you wear.”

“No,” she insisted, struggling with me.

I paid her no mind at all and pulled her skirt off. I wasn’t even surprised when I discovered she was wearing a full slip beneath her skirt and red blouse. That meant the blouse had to go too.

“Take you blouse off,” I said.

“I will not!” Dorothy exclaimed while trying to reach her skirt I was still holding in my hand.

I was discovering this to be extremely tiresome. “Look, take the damn blouse off!” I exclaimed. “I want to see how good a body you have beneath all these poofed out clothes. Or would you rather I ripped it off you?”

Still greatly blushing Dorothy finally obeyed me unbuttoning and removing her red blouse. She stood attired in a full slip.

“There, that’s wasn’t so bad was it?” I asked the trembling teacher. “I am a girl you know. You certainly don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

“But we’re in school,” she protested in a half whine.

“And the door is locked and there’s no class expected for another hour,” I answered her.

I reached up and pulled her slip down off her shoulders and then all the way down her body and ordered her to lift her feet. When she complied, I placed her slip over with her skirt and blouse. Holy shit, Batman! You wouldn’t have believed it! It looked as if she were wearing an industrial bra and panties with reinforced steel. I’m surprised she wasn’t wearing a chastity belt.

“Sara, don’t look,” Dorothy complained, attempting to cover herself with her hands.

“Haha! I can see why you wouldn’t want me to look. Where do you buy that hideous underwear from? The Sears mail catalogue?”
“Why, yes, I do,” she answered a bit nonplussed. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, men like sexy underclothing on a young woman – not that stuff.”

“Men!” she squealed. I swear to God she was blushing again.

“Yeah, men,” I repeated. “You know what men are right? They look alot like us but they don’t have big breasts and they have penises.” Mwahaha!

“Sara. please!” Dorothy protested.

“Oh, okay,” I replied. “I wasn’t planning on it, but if you’re gonna raise a fuss then I’ll have to.” And I proceeded to pull her panties down to her feet. She had the prettiest black pubic hair.

Of course she dropped her hands to cover her pubic area and I used the opportunity to pull off her bra. Oh, it was just all so predictable. Haha! Just another stripping of a public school teacher in her classroom in the middle of the school day.

After removing her bra I discovered she had the prettiest breasts with gorgeous nipples. I reached out and pulled her hands down from where she was attempting to cover her pussy, and wasn’t surprised at all to observe that she had a real right tight body.

“You are so pretty,” I gushed. “Why do you hide yourself behind such horrible clothes?”

“I’m frightened,” the young teacher spoke barely audible.

“You’re frightened of men?” I asked.

“No,” Dorothy answered shaking her head. “I’m frightened of being rejected, of no one finding me attractive so it’s easier if I reject myself before someone else can.”

Well, at least she had some insight into herself – it was a crock of shit, but it was insight. I had a dual fold plan in mind for this young woman. The young teacher of course had continued to blush furiously at me staring at her naked body.

“There’s no need to be so embarrassed,” I smiled at her. “I’ve seen all this equipment before.

When Dorothy offered me a tentative shy smile I knew I was home free. I quickly pulled her to me in a loving embrace. I don’t think anyone had ever done that for her before as she began to embrace me in earnest in return. It would have of course felt much better to me if I were nude too and it was also quite a switch that I was fully dressed and my teacher wasn’t.

I realized I needed to go slowly with her. I began to run my hands lightly over her naked body. By this time Dorothy was making no complaints. I think my touch felt so good to her that she no longer cared about anything other than my caresses. I was kissing her face softly, although I made no move toward her lips. I was going very slowly with her and didn’t want to make any sudden moves which might flip her out.

I slipped out of my outfit as unobtrusively as possible leaving me once again standing naked in the classroom. I had no interest at this point to have the young teacher do anything to satisfy me sexually. I just wanted her to feel my bare skin rubbing on hers. It always feels so good to me.

“Oh Sara,” Dorothy exclaimed. “I really didn’t get a good look at you earlier. You are so pretty.”

My answer was to reach down with my hand to her pussy. She was wet as could be and her cunt was wide open. She was ready for anything. I momentarily disengaged myself from my embrace of the pretty young woman and reached into my knapsack. I pulled out a eight inch dildo.

Well, what did you did expect me to take out – a pencil? Doesn’t everybody bring a dildo to school? Mwahaha! I gently laid her back on her desk and positioned her legs far apart with her knees drawn up. Her labia was so distended and wide open in that position it looked like the Grand Canyon. I couldn’t miss that target.

I leaned over Dorothy from the right side of the desk and kissed her finally passionately but kept my tongue in my mouth. I still didn’t want to freak her with thinking she was under some kind of crazed lesbo attack. This was not an ordinary dildo, no sir. This was the ‘Accommodator.’ Not only was it natural looking and very long, a person could fit it comfortably around the head to hold it in place or around the waist. I paid a lot of jack for this I don’t mind telling you. This was the ‘Rolls Royce’ of dildos.

This was going to be perfect for the young virgin’s first sexual experience. Dorothy’s eyes grew very wide as she watched me step into the dildo and pull it up around my waist. I said, “Don’t worry, hon. It’ll only hurt when you laugh, and I’m gonna have you screaming in ecstasy in a minute.”

I’m quite the romantic, ain’t I? Haha! I positioned myself at the end of desk and put my hands around the teacher’s narrow waist and gently pulled her to me until her legs were hanging down off the desk and her cunt was right on the edge. I very carefully inserted the large dildo into her distended pussy. She was so wet even though she was virginally tight it slid right in and the cunt walls surrounding it literally suctioned the dildo in further.

I didn’t see any reason to waste much time. For one thing, we only had about another forty-five minutes until the next class would be clamoring at the door. The other thing was I saw no reason to drag it out. When I punctured her hymen it would hurt for a bit but after that it would feel good; plus she had the golden advantage of me bringing her to orgasm in her very first sexual experience. How many young women can claim that? How many have had just the opposite experience with an inexperienced teenage boy going wham bam thank you m’am and being finished before the poor girl knew what hit her – hmmm? That’s right – you guys are scum! Mwahaha! Just kidding, don’t worry. It just takes more girls like me to break you guys in right.

I begin to thrust into her with a fast rhythm of in and out, in and out, each time getting closer to breaking through her virginal wall. This was really fun – getting to be the guy for a change. Having this large artificial penis strapped around me really gave me the feeling of what it might be like being a guy and plunging wildly into a woman. Of course I wasn’t experiencing the same feelings and yet I was terrifically wet down there and the dildo was bouncing back against my pussy so I was feeling pretty good anyway.

Suddenly the dildo and I (great name for a book, huh? – the dildo and I) broke through her hymen. She was brave I’ll say this for her, she just moaned a little. On the other hand, maybe she was too frightened of losing her job if someone heard us or maybe she just wanted to be rid of it once and for all. Personally I think she was sick and tired of being a virgin and was thankful I had come along when I did. And that is what she expressed to me later.

As soon as I knew I was through her virginal barrier I really became motivated to bring her to fruition and make Dorothy’s initial sexual experience a memorable one. I was really banging into her now. In fact the whole thing of being naked with one of my teachers in her classroom in the middle of a school day and fucking her brains out with a dildo was turning me on too!

I was so wet it was a veritable flood and I was close to achieving my orgasm myself. Now I guess I was having the opportunity to view the sexual experience from the man’s perspective and how difficult it might be for him sometimes to hold off his climax until his female partner had achieved bliss. Because I had the definite feeling that once I spewed my cum out I wouldn’t feel as motivated to continue servicing my young lover.

Consequently I did as I heard one time that men did to postpone orgasm; I began to think of things I strongly disliked, such as liver, broccoli, geometry class, the Smurfs! And suddenly Dorothy began to moan louder and louder until she began calling out, “Oh Sara!” and she experienced what she told me later was her first orgasm ever, never having masturbated!

I then allowed myself free rein and we came together. It was heavenly and who would guessed that school held for me two orgasms in two hours. Now that’s an education I can relate to. I slipped the ‘accommodator’ off me and pulled her up from the desk and hugged her tightly. Finally seeing by the clock on the wall that the next class was due in ten minutes, I suggested to the young teacher that we had better get dressed if we didn’t want to offer the next class some unusual entertainment. Haha!

I insisted Dorothy wear my blouse and short skirt and wouldn’t give the young teacher her industrial underwear back. I threw them and the dildo back into my knapsack and put on her Godawful skirt and blouse. Man, people were giving me strange looks for the rest of the day because of that outfit – haha!

We made plans to meet after school and you should have seen the look on Krista’s face when she discovered we were going to be hanging out with a teacher. Mwahaha! Another amazing thing was it turned out that her parents were worse than mine. I didn’t think that was possible, but it was sad – but true.

My mother, of course, was thrilled to think we were hanging out with a teacher. Man, what a hoot! Krista, Dorothy, and I used to come home after school, go straight up to my room, strip off immediately and spend the rest of the afternoon fucking each other. Man, there was more cumming than going, that much was certain.

Sometimes Eric and Shawn would come over to visit. Of course you know my mother – when boys were there, my bedroom door was supposed to be open. Haha! There was a lot more sex going on right under her nose when there weren’t any guys there. So I solved that problem. Until she changed her mind, I had everybody strip down stark naked. Then we would sit around and talk, or listen to records and watch TV until she couldn’t stand it anymore and she asked me to keep the door shut please.

It grew closer to Christmas so I took to going to the Mall everyday in my effort to shop lift my gifts for everyone. Well, I still didn’t have any money, you know? Sometimes Dorothy would go with me and I didn’t shoplift anything when she was with me, because I never wanted to get her into any trouble. She had a profession. Couldn’t you just see that headlines? Teacher arrested for shoplifting along with student. The papers just love that kind of shit.

It was a couple of days before Christmas and Dorothy and I were at the mall doing some last minute shopping. For once I actually had some money that I had scrounged up somewhere. As we sashayed through the crowds I kept feeling as though we were being followed, but when I would turn around I couldn’t see anyone I recognized. I talked Dorothy into going into one of those teen oriented clothing shops; not for Christmas shopping, but for herself. She still didn’t have any hip outfits. The only new clothes she had she had borrowed from me and she needed to get some of her own.

We hadn’t been in there very long when I finally discovered who had been following us. He was a guy I knew fairly well from school. His name was Alex, although his nick name for some reason was Dark Dude. Who ever knows what these guys are going on about? Haha! He stood almost six feet, had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and appeared to have a great body. All in all, he showed a lot of promise – mwahaha! I didn’t know if he was following me or Dorothy or both of us, but I leaned over to my friend and asked her to remain there without telling her why.

Then I doubled back to Alex until I was standing directly behind him. I reached down and grabbed him by the balls and said, “Is there anything you’re looking for specifically?” as if I were sales personnel. Man, you should have seen him jump!

When he whirled around he was certainly surprised to see me standing there.

“Why were you following us?” I asked. “Have you turned into some kind of mall stalker?”

“Hey, Sara, how are ya? Is that really Ms. Collins, the teacher with you?”

“Man,” I complained. “You really know how to dash a girl’s ego, don’t you? I thought you were wanting to talk to me.”

I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and cupped his package inside of his underwear. Alex turned bright crimson but whether it was from being embarrassed over what I had said or what my hand was preoccupied with I couldn’t say.

“Yeah, that’s her,” I answered. “But you call her Dorothy outside of school as to not embarrass her and you make no reference to her being a teacher unless she brings it up herself – okay?”

Alex quickly agreed and I led him over by his prick. “Dorothy, this is Alex,” I introduced him. I think he was disappointed when I pulled my hand out so he could step forward and shake my friend’s hand. At least he groaned.

“How do you do?” Dorothy asked formally.

“Oh he does pretty good for himself,” I giggled.

While I had been conversing with Alex, the young teacher had picked out several outfits she wanted to try on. She disappeared into the dressing room. I stood talking with Alex about what he had been doing in the most recent past. Suddenly Dorothy called out that she needed my help in the dressing room. I leaned over and whispered to Alex that he should remain close by and come into the dressing room when I called him.

I hurried into the dressing room. Of course my friend was asking me what I thought of a certain outfit she had tried on. I thought she looked darling in it. It was a zip up in the back red blouse, skirt ensemble. She was asking me if I thought it looked too tight on her. I told her no, not if she didn’t wear any underwear beneath it because it was so tight that it would show off the outline of her bra and panties unattractively.

We of course argued about that but I finally talked her into it and removed her bra and panties from her body. I next told her to come out of the dressing room and look at the outfit in the mirror. After she checked out herself in the mirror and she was pleasantly surprised as to how good she actually looked in the outfit, we returned to the dressing room. Right at the exact minute I helped her remove her outfit and as she stood totally nude, I called Alex into the dressing room. As I stepped out I heard Dorothy exclaim coyly, “Oh Alex, don’t look at me. I’m so ugly.”

“No, you’re not,” the young man contradicted. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

A/N Well kids, that’s it for this chapter. Stay tuned for the next chapter – The Great Dressing Room Love-In and Santa Gets a Rise. Mwahaha!

End of Part Thirty-Nine