Nancy was flustered. She'd spent the best part of the day searching the mall for "the perfect dress." She'd tried on at least thirty. Some twice! Now, with the sky darkening outside and store after store beginning to prepare to close she was at her wits' end. The party tonight was to celebrate the college graduation of most of her former high school friends. They'd planned it over three years ago, even before they'd embarked on their freshman year. So it was more than ironic that Nancy had "nothing to wear." after so many years. Of course she had a closet full of clothes, but nothing made her feel her best now. She'd also grown over the intervening years, not only in height but also in the development of a nice bosom--apples now rather than fried eggs, and hips to match.

Nancy was by now near the smaller stores near the exit and her eyes were drawn to movement in a doorway caused by an assistant preparing to draw down a blind. On display in the window was a black and white cocktail dress. "Perfect!" exclaimed Nancy, hoping it was her size. She banged on the glass-panelled door. The assistant shook her head. Nancy looked pleadingly, and mouthed the word "please."

The assistant relented, and opened the door, locking it behind Nancy, and drawing down the door blind.

" We're closed, but you look desperate," the assistant commented. She was petite and fresh-faced. She continued, "We're a charity store, so I'm able to be a tad flexible on our opening hours. Was there anything you were looking for?"

"Yes, the black and white cocktail dress, in the window display."

Smiling the assistant replied, "I only put that on display half an hour ago. It's got a designer label and the donor said her daughter only wore it once." She looked Nancy up and down. " I guess it's your size. Would you like to try it on?"

"Please. You're being so kind. What's your name? "

The assistant tapped a badge on her breast, "Joss, short for Joceyln."

" I'm Nancy. It's not short for anything." Nancy slipped off her coat, looking for the changing room.

"You can use the back office Nancy; there's more room there, and nobody else around." She led Nancy into the back office. There was a clear space in the centre of the room. The walls were lined with bags of donated clothes and there was a sofa at one end and a desk with a still glowing laptop.

Joss handed Nancy the dress and sat down to do something on the laptop. Nancy removed her skirt and blouse for maybe the thirty-fifth time that day. She caught sight of herself and adjusted her bra and hitched up her pantyhose high into her crotch. She lifted her arms high and noticed her wet armpits.

"Joss, do you have a towel or something, I'm very wet."

Joss smiled. " Something excited you, Nancy?"

Nancy laughed. "NO! I didn't mean that. It's my armpits. I don't want to spoil the dress." However, Nancy wondered whether Joss was joking. Surely she wasn't hitting on her, or was she?"

Joss went out and quickly returned with a soft white towel and handed it to Nancy. Nancy dabbed at her armpits, put the towel down and reached for the dress. Joss picked up the towel and buried her face in it.

"You've had a hectic day, haven't you? I can smell the gorgeous fragrance of your anxiety Nancy." She was looking straight into Nancy's eyes now. Nancy tried to ignore her, as she stepped into the dress and put her arms through the sleeve holes. She then stretched to pull up the zipper before smoothing the dress down. It moulded to her and fitted perfectly, although it was very short. She felt behind and was relieved that it covered her modesty. She quickly checked herself in the mirrors. It looked good, and she felt good from all angles.

"I'll buy it, Joss. And thank you for your help." She tried to forget Joss's earlier behaviour as she reached for the top of the zipper, but she couldn't reach it somehow. "Can you help unzip me, Joss?" She trembled, wondering what would happen. Joss came over, standing close in front of her. Her hand slowly reached behind Nancy, gently brushing the partly bare shoulder and her neck before diving behind to locate the top of the zip. Keeping a steady gaze she very slowly pulled down the zip, pressing into the top of Nancy's back. She then slid her arm back brushing against the neck and over Nancy's left breast before she slid her hand under Nancy's arm and up to the zip again. Joss's face was closer now and as she pulled down the zip she slowly pressed her moistened lips on Nancy's.

Neither of the young women could have predicted what happened over the next half hour. Joss had hoped but didn't know. Nancy was simply fearful and unknowing.

Joss kissed Nancy and was heartened that there was no resistance. As she continued to pull down the zip she stroked the slightly damp smooth skin on Nancy's back. When the dress was unzipped fully, she pulled back and the dress slipped down the pantyhose onto the floor. Nancy stepped out, and Joss picked the dress up and deftly folded it over a rail. She then put her one hand round Nancy's neck and kissed her more firmly this time. To Nancy's own surprise, she found herself kissing Joss back. Tentatively at first and then fiercely as she became overwhelmed by the unleashed passion. Joss quickly unclipped Nancy's bra and began caressing then sucking on her breast; Nancy gasped as Joss gently nibbled on her sensitive nipple. No man who'd done this before appreciated the feeling she was now experiencing from another woman and Nancy felt a flood of warmth in her vagina as Joss continued.

Nancy, for her part, reached down to the button fastening Joss's jeans. It was tight and took some effort to undo. The jeans suddenly sprang open and Nancy quickly pulled down the zipper. She felt for the crotch of Joss's panties and started rubbing and exploring along her slit. She didn't look down as she was now kissing Joss's neck, but the smooth material was wet and she felt the movement of Joss pulling down her baggy jeans and stepping out of them as she kicked off her sneakers. Joss felt for Nancy's hand then quickly led her over to the old sofa and signalled for her to lie down. Now, Joss fell to her knees and parted Nancy's legs wide and lowered her face towards the wet patch at the front of Nancy's panties. Hungrily she ran her own lips over the covered lips of Nancy's own swollen labial lips. She pressed into the yielding flesh and pushed her tongue into the slit. Nancy let out a deep moan, monoevering herself to obtain maximum pleasure as she felt the charity shop assistant run her mouth up and down her soaking panty crotch.

" OH JOSS!" she cried out, then lifted herself up and pulled down her panties. Joss pulled them off then lowered herself onto the wet shiny mound, kissing, sucking and nibbling the smooth skin. She tasted an exquisite saltiness and slight mustiness as her tongue found Nancy's clit. Nancy started thrusting herself into Joss's face and almost screamed when Joss inserted two fingers into her vagina and rubbed the upper wall in time to her tongue flicking over her clit.

Within a minute Nancy began to groan and shake as a strong orgasm took over her body. She felt as if she'd arrived in paradise as wave after wave of pleasure spread over her body. The orgasm slowly subsided and Nancy lay back on the old creaking sofa.

" Oh Joss, that was wonderful."

"Was that your first time Nancy?"

"With a woman, yes. I've had a few boyfriends, but nothing to compare with that just now."

"I thought as much." Joss smiled and pulled her obviously wet panties off revealing a shiny mass of dark pubic hair. "Perhaps you could....." and she placed Nancy's hand on her hairiness. Nancy trembled at her first touch of another woman's pussy. Joss sensed the slight hesitation. "Just finger fuck me, like you do to yourself." Nancy reddened at the suggestion that she might masturbate, but of course she did. She started stroking over the whole of Joss's crotch, gradually exploring her slit down to the wet entrance of her cunt. Joss preferred standing with a foot up on the sofa. She held on to Nancy, for steady support, with arms around her as she kissed her. She hummed to herself as she felt her novice acquaintance explore her hidden pleasures. "Do me how you do yourself darling." Her voice was soft and endearing, and Nancy touched her how she liked being touched herself. In fact, until Joss, nobody had ever seemed to do it right, apart from herself. She dipped her finger in the wet vagina and spread its slippery trail up to the already large hard clit. Joss's clit felt larger than her own and so she rubbed an adjacent finger in the cunt juice and using two fingers rubbed both sides of the clit. She rubbed slowly at first, dipping her fingers in the vaginal entrance from time to time until the whole area was well lubricated; she then sped up, her fingers rubbing faster and faster around the clit. She concentrated, noting Joss's reaction, and felt her breathing accelerate as she held her tighter to her heaving chest. She heard Joss start to moan out utter low noises.

" Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she groaned. Then: "ah, ah, ah AHH, AAH, AAH.....AAAAAAHHHHHH. OH, DARLING!!!" Her body shook and Nancy felt a gush of fluid on her now still hand. Nancy held Joss in her arms until she was steady again.

"Wow, I'm glad I opened up for you. Who'd have thought?"

Nancy smiled. "Yeah, who'd have thought it?"

Nancy had a great time in her new dress that evening. She was in a giving mood and persuaded Guy Summers, the class geek, who would one day win a Nobel Prize, to take her home. She let him fuck her, much to his surprise as it was only his second time ever and Nancy was the class beauty. Nancy actually orgasmed under the clumsy boy, but of course her mind was on Joss..

Nancy became a regular late-night patron of the charity store and eventually a coworker with Joss for a happy couple of years.