Goon and Ragdoll Part 2 - Sex Stories

Goon and Ragdoll Part 2

... a person can change." Dolly was silent most of the way home and I could tell she was lost in thought about getting her longtime buddy off her ass and changing what was changeable. Another change, this time in Dolly, started as soon as she got home from our trip. After cleaning out the endless supply of shapeless, outdated clothes in her closet, she made room for her new things. She was a little dismayed that the new clothes occupied a very small area of her near empty closet. She had some money saved. After all, she rarely went anywhere and if she did, it was with Mary. Her only expense was to chip in for gas or beer. She had a car and town did have, at least, decent clothing stores. K-mart would be an improvement over the old contents of her closet. Actually anything manufactured in the last five years would be an eye opener to anyone who knew her. Tomorrow, she do her own shopping. Cutoffs and a T-shirt would do for her little shopping spree. Dolly was determined to shed the Ragdoll persona she'd fell into for so many years. K-mart wasn't know for it's designer labels but a swimsuit is a swim suit. With her slim body, she picked out a white one-piece swimsuit that had a bikini style bottom, open from both sides around the back, tying behind her neck. The flashy part was the gap between the ties that went down to near pubic level making what you did see look more daring. She had been told by more than one sales lady that if it got out of your comfort zone, it was probably ...

... the right choice. This was waaay outside her comfort zone and in her mind, she couldn't wait for Buck to see it. Next stop, the panty and bra isle. Buck had bought her some very nice, very sexy pushup bras with matching panties, but she wanted things for everyday use. Thongs had yet to make an appearance on the fashion theme but French cut and bikini panties were the hot item. Since her bust was small, she chose matching lace and half cup bras that barely covered her nipple. She felt herself getting wet just thinking about wearing them, especially with one guy in mind. Sundresses and fashionable shorts and tops were next on the list. She also had to decide on school wear. At this point in ancient history, and not just in parochial schools, girls weren't allowed to wear jeans or slacks to school, even if it was 10 below outside. Every Monday morning, students could enter by one of four entrances, going up a flight of stairs to the 1st floor. At the top of each stair landing, one or more male and female teachers stood watch over the entering students. Boys had to have their cigarettes hidden or they'd be crushed by the male teacher [there had already been a lawsuit against the school for destruction and theft of property, so the teachers could only smash the cigs if they found them publicly displayed]. The boys had to endure a ruler laid along the top of their ears to check for sideburn length and the ruler was scraped along the cheek and chin to check for any emerging beards. ...