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Authors name: Sarah Anne Talley (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Story title : Gilmore Girls: Rory's Tight Jeans
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Gilmore Girls: Rory's Tight Jeans
(F/F-teen, 1st-lesbian exp, TV-show parody)
by Sarah Anne Talley (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
***
This story is a parody of "The Gilmore Girls" TV show
which is owned by the WB TV Network. The author doesn't
mean to infringe on their rights, only to offer an
alternative work. This story was adapted from a story
written by SAT and is to be distributed free of charge
to anyone who wishes to read it. Adult content.
***
Sometimes life is really strange. I'd grown up thinking
I'd be going to Harvard and here I was going back to
Princeton for my second year. And being away from Stars
Hallow (my home town) made me appreciate it more and the
people that live there too.
But this story is about the summer just past, when I was
home from college. I was so caught up with school that
even though I was able to come home regularly I guess I
sort of ignored my friends. My only excuse is that I'd
thrown myself into schoolwork 100% and just didn't have
time to socialize.
But when summer vacation finally arrived I accepted an
invitation from my old boyfriend Dean. I hadn't seen him
since leaving Chilton (my preppy high school) but he
called and asked me out. I was surprised and excited
that he remembered me, and I gladly accepted.
I was eager to look my best for him, so the day before
the date I decided to go buy a new pair of designer
jeans to wear. You know the type I'm talking about -- so
tight they look like they're painted on.
*
I walked into a women's clothing store and was greeted
by a tall, slender saleswoman who appeared to be in her
late twenties. "May I help you?" she asked politely. I
told her what I was looking for.
When I told her the size (which was obviously smaller
than what I normally wear), she looked me over and
grinned slightly before heading for the designer jeans
section.
I followed behind her as she walked. She was attractive,
with long, flowing black hair and dark skin. She wore a
very short, light gray dress and black stockings that
accentuated her long, slim legs. The woman handed me a
pair of jeans and said, "Here, you can try these on over
in the dressing room."
After entering the dressing room, I quickly kicked off
my tennis shoes and removed my shorts. I sat down and
proceeded to pull the jeans up my legs. For those of you
who have never tried to put on a pair of tight -- I mean
really tight -- jeans, I can tell you that there are few
tasks in life that are more difficult.
When I got them up to my hips, I pulled and pulled,
trying desperately to get them over my butt. I was able
to get them part of the way up, but no further.
Whenever I go out wearing tight jeans, I carry a pair of
pliers in my purse to help me get the jeans on and off,
like when I go to the bathroom. Unfortunately I forgot
to bring pliers with me that day.
I figured that maybe the saleswoman could help me
somehow. I opened the door of the dressing room slightly
and peeked out. She was right outside. Not wanting any
of the others in the store to hear, I whispered my
predicament to her and asked if she could give me a
hand. She smiled knowingly and replied, "Sure."
She came into the dressing room and shut the door. "Oh
my, you do have quite a problem here," she quipped after
examining my situation. "Turn around and hold your arms
straight out in front of you. Lean forward with your
hands against the wall."
I did as she asked, feeling like I was about to be
frisked. Suddenly, realizing that my thong-panties left
my bottom exposed to the woman, I felt a little
embarrassed.
She stepped up behind me, gripped the top of the jeans,
and began tugging them up. I tried to help by holding my
breath.
The woman seemed to know what she was doing. She would
pull one side up a little and then do the same on
another side, and so on and so on. It felt kind of funny
to have her touch my bare skin with her hands. They even
grazed the crotch of my panties a couple of times.
In less than a minute, she had inched the jeans all the
way up. Then she gently grabbed me by the hips and
turned me around so that I was facing her. She reached
down and yanked the zipper up. Then she slipped her
finger inside the front of the waist and fastened the
snap. She backed up, as if to admire her work, and asked
me, "Well, how do those feel? Too tight?"
God, they fit like a second skin. I was barely able to
breathe. I tried to crouch down just a little, and I
could hardly move. "They're perfect," I gasped.
"Turn around and let me see," the saleswoman requested.
Without saying a word, I did as she asked. "Mmmm, these
look great on you," she said. I looked at the reflection
of my ass in the mirror. She was right. I looked pretty
hot, if I did say so myself.
"I'll take them," I said excitedly.
"Great. Do you want to wear them out of here, or shall I
help you take them off so I can wrap them up?" she
inquired.
It was hot outside, so I told her I wanted to put my
shorts back on.
"OK then. Sit down on the bench," she told me. I did as
I was told and leaned back on my elbows. She knelt in
front of me and snaked her fingers down the front of the
jeans and unfastened the snap. Then she quickly pulled
the zipper back down.
"Raise up off the bench a little," she directed me next.
I had to hold my arms stiff and straight down so that I
could grab the edge of the bench to lift my rear up.
That position was not at all comfortable.
I wondered why she wanted me to sit instead of stand.
She reached underneath me and began tugging the jeans
down over my bottom. Just a before, I felt the soft
touches of her hands on my naked skin. Next, she pulled
the front down a little, gently grazing my panty-covered
crotch.
Steadily, she worked the jeans down, using the same
technique that she had used earlier to get them on me.
Then, she grabbed the waist on both sides.
All at once, she gave a mighty tug and pulled the jeans
completely off my hips and down to my knees. The force
surprised me, and I struggled to keep from losing my
balance.
I looked down and was horrified to see that not only
were the jeans pulled down, but also my panties had gone
with them! There I was, with my pussy completely exposed
in front of a woman I didn't even know.
Before I could say anything, she spoke. "Oops. Sorry
about that." She was still on her knees on the floor in
front of me. "I'll take care of that," she said. She
quickly grabbed the jeans and panties and pulled them
both completely off!
"W-what are you doing?" I asked in an alarmed tone, but
quietly enough so no one else in the store could hear.
"Just enjoy it, cutie," was all she said, and quick as a
cat, she stood up between my legs and was on top of me.
She shoved me backwards and pinned both my shoulders to
the wall.
I tried to push her off, but I couldn't get any
leverage. Then, she leaned forward and pressed her lips
to mine and forcibly kissed me.
I tried desperately to turn my face away, but she was
too strong and persistent. She held me firmly and
continued her assault on my mouth.
Needless to say, I was in a panic. There I was in a
dressing room, naked from the waist down, being kissed
heatedly by another woman. I was afraid to scream
because I didn't want to create an embarrassing scene. I
continued to struggle against her, but I couldn't escape
her strong hold on me.
After several seconds with the woman's lips locked to
mine, I realized she wasn't actually hurting me, so I
relaxed a little and tried to gather my thoughts.
She must have felt my resistance slacken, because the
next thing I knew her tongue was in my mouth. I couldn't
believe it! I wondered just how far she intended to go.
She certainly showed no signs of stopping.
Resigned to the situation, I opened my mouth slightly
thinking that the sooner I cooperated the sooner it
would be over.
She responded by hungrily probing her tongue deeper into
my mouth. It almost felt like it was down my throat. My
God, I had never been kissed like that before, not even
by Dean. Not even Jess my other boyfriend who thought he
was hot had ever been this passionate!
With our mouths still pressed together, I was shocked to
hear her start to moan. Worried that someone might hear,
I tried to find my voice; to tell her to be quiet. It
was only then that I realized, that it was I who was
moaning!
I was actually enjoying being frenched by another woman.
Surprised at myself, I then made a bold move (for me
anyway) and drove my tongue into her hot wet mouth! She,
of course, responded enthusiastically. We proceeded to
kiss each other lustily for several more seconds.
Recognizing that I had become a willing participant, the
woman removed one of her hands from my shoulder and
began fondling my braless tits through the thin material
of my tank top. Still kissing me, she then moved her
other hand down and began caressing my naked thighs.
She obviously knew exactly how to touch another woman.
My stomach fluttered and my pussy was instantly
steaming. She then pulled her lips from mine and began
to passionately nuzzle my neck. I put my hand behind her
head and ran my fingers through her long, black hair.
She was amazing. I felt like my entire body was covered
by her soft hands and luscious mouth.
After a minute or so of this touching, she backed away
and knelt in front of me. I licked my lips nervously in
anticipation of what I hoped was about to happen.
She looked up at me inquisitively as if seeking my
approval for her to proceed further. I found her sudden
hesitation a little amusing, considering that only a
little while earlier she had practically tried to rape
me. I leaned forward, put my hand behind her neck and
pulled her face towards my moist pussy.
That was all the encouragement she needed. She began
swirling her talented tongue through my blonde bush.
Teasingly, she grabbed a few of my pubes in her teeth
and shook her head gently, pulling my cunt hairs ever so
slightly.
Than she placed one hand above my mound and pushed the
bottom of my tank top up, revealing my flat stomach. She
began kissing and licking my tummy. She continued
upward, finally pulling my top up far enough to expose
my small boobs.
Not surprisingly, my pink nipples were rock-hard. She
seemed to like what she saw and began sucking my stiff
nubs voraciously. I'm usually pretty loud during sex, so
to keep quiet I had to pull my tank top up to my mouth
and bite down on it to keep from screaming and moaning.
She diligently sucked, licked, and bit my throbbing
nipples while I massaged the back of her neck. Once, I
looked down to see her pull away from one of my tits,
and a string of saliva trailed between her mouth and my
nipple. It was no wonder my boobs were as soaked as my
pussy.
With both of us breathing heavily, she moved back down
to my stomach, stopping briefly to insert her tongue in
my belly button and give it a good lick. She continued
down and positioned herself so that her face was only
inches away from my glistening pussy.
I watched her intently and marveled at the situation --
a beautiful woman, impeccably dressed, on her knees,
about to go down on me.
First, she lifted my leg and draped it over her
shoulder. I could see the tendons stick out in my
slender thigh. My pubic hair is pretty sparse, so at
that moment, my most private parts were completely
exposed to that lovely women.
She took her index finger and placed it at the top of my
slit. I moaned softly through my impromptu gag. She ran
her finger down the length of my pussy, gently stroking
my swollen lips. I was in heaven.
Her finger continued on, and she inserted the tip of it
into my asshole. I had never had anything in *that* hole
before, and I gasped at how naughty it felt. She grinned
at me wickedly and removed her finger.
Next, she slid her hand under my ass cheek and fondled
my butt as best she could under the weight of my body.
Her other hand quickly returned to my cunt. She inserted
two fingers, and they quickly found my erect clitoris. I
raised my hips, trying feverishly to hump her invading
fingers.
Meanwhile, she had moved her other hand from under my
cheek and maneuvered it to my ass crack. Before I knew
it, she had worked her entire thumb up my virgin
butthole. It felt so fucking good to have that sexy
woman screwing both of my holes at once. I was close to
a powerful orgasm, and she knew it.
Still working her fingers in and out of my pussy and
ass, she pressed her face into my sopping cunt.
Instantly, her skilled tongue began to work the same
incredible magic on my snatch that it had done earlier
on my mouth and tits. She slowly and sensually licked my
entire valley, up and down, up and down. I was
delirious.
I started pinching my aching nipples, trying to speed up
my impending climax. Just then, the woman found my clit
with her tongue and began licking it vigorously.
That pushed me over the edge. My entire body exploded
with intense waves of sexual pleasure! I was blinded by
flashes of white light and stars! It was, by far, the
most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced in my
life.
I just sat there with my eyes closed, unable to move. I
was totally spent. The tank top fell from my mouth and
rested above my tits.
Somewhere far away, I felt the woman remove her fingers
from my two holes. The smell of my juices wafted up to
my nostrils. After a few seconds, I gathered enough
strength to open my eyes.
She was busily licking my juices off her fingers. She
looked up at me lovingly and smiled. "Thank you," I
managed to whisper breathlessly.
"Oh. I'd better get back to work," she said with a
start. She quickly stood up, smoothed out her dress and
hair, gave me a peck on the mouth, and vanished from the
dressing room.
With my body still weak, I slowly pulled on my clothes
and tried to make myself look presentable. I picked up
the jeans and left the dressing room to pay for them.
My saleswoman was at the register. She looked absolutely
perfect -- not a hair out of place. "Do you need
anything else today?" she asked me, acting cool and
professional.
There were two other customers and another sales-woman
within earshot. I just grinned and shook my head. She
knew damn well I had already gotten much more than I had
bargained for.
As she handed me back my change, she smiled and said,
"Thank you very much. Please come and see us again."
Please come and see us again? That certainly sounded
like a great idea to me.
Someday I'll have to return to that store. When I do,
I'll be sure to tell you about it!
THE END
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