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Caught! Part 2

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

AKA Nightmask

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nightmask/

The rest of the day went almost normal for Sam, or at least as normal as can be when you're dressed up as a girl and being led around by one of the most attractive females at school. Bernice had remained in charge throughout after they left the museum, picking out an actual restaurant to eat at rather than a fast food place and insisting he remain dressed up the entire time. Even her choice of tables that wasn't very exposed but wasn't very private either so she could flirt with him while a few curious onlookers watched. Then he had to deal with the embarrassment of the erection she caused him to regain before she relented.

Still he couldn't really find anything to complain about, all things considered. Her playing with him was more the exuberance of an active cheerleader than anything more malicious. She couldn't help but want to draw some attention to herself and her new 'girlfriend'; even if she couldn't be more obvious about it around school she could at least do it where they were anonymous young lovers. It was even making it easier for him to forget about the strangeness of it all getting the same kind of general treatment he'd seen other couples paying to each other.

By the time they had to call the day to an end Bernice had gotten everything from Sam for keeping in touch with him; from his e-mail address, IM programs, to his cell phone number and any other ways of contacting him without having to do so at school where others might see. With everything exchanged she had a last bit of fun by insisting he dress in his normal clothes while she watched, with playful commentary and whistles that were both embarrassing and ego-stroking at the same time for the young man. To keep things looking normal she had him drop her off at the bus stop to ride the bus home but not without giving him a hot, deep parting kiss and groping of his backside before promising to contact him after school the next day.

The drive home left him plenty of alone time to start catching up and processing the day's events, and wondering if it had happened at all. With her musk still lingering on his skin and in his hair he was quickly reminded how real it had all been anytime he doubted it had happened. He hated the thought of washing it off after he got home, wishing to keep that reminder a little longer but she'd been adamant he had to remove all of her scent so none of the keener-nosed species around the school would pick up on it.

It was hard to believe she really wanted him: a popular cheerleader who could have just about any guy she wanted with a flick of her tail. Maybe he was just a brief amusement to her but it had felt so good in spite of the embarrassment and part of him looked forward to finding out there'd be more. He knew he'd do everything he could to keep her happy with him both for his own happiness and security and because he truly wanted things to work out with her and see her happy after hearing how lacking in both of those her life was.

"You're home late Son," was the first thing Sam heard as he walked into his home, the deep masculine voice of his father that he'd never share in with his more feminine features. He'd only seemed to inherit his father's blond hair and an interest in history and art, the rest seemed to come from his mother. "You were supposed to be home over an hour ago."

"I'm sorry Dad, I got a little confused by the road signs and got a bit lost," he lied, hoping it would keep his father from asking any more probing questions.

"See? Now didn't I tell you to study your road maps carefully before you went anywhere unfamiliar?" his father told him as he went into parental 'father is always right' mode.

"Yes Dad, I'll be sure to remember that next time," he replied, rolling his eyes at how his father never wasted the opportunity to do that. His mother as well, just like they made sure he saved money from his after school jobs (probably to save themselves money when he went off to college he thought a bit cynically).

"Well get upstairs and into bed, we have to be up early for Church in the morning," his father reminded him with a ruffling of Sam's hair.

"Okay Dad," Sam replied automatically while trying to hide his panic at the normally welcome bit of affection. Bernice had rubbed her scent all through his hair! What if his dad noticed?! He had no idea how obvious her scent would be to a human, didn't know if his father could just tell by looking he'd been up to something. Only when his father went back into his study like he always did did Sam breathe a sigh of relief and dash upstairs to his room.

It was a fairly normal room with what one would expect for a teenager. A large single bed surrounded by the trappings of youth, with bookshelves lined with books on art and history and more to further his studies. Posters of various art exhibits lined the walls (he'd tried to include some with females but his mother refused to let him have anything up that contained a female figure no matter how innocent) and several models lay spread out on one desk in various states of assembly.

With the door firmly shut and locked behind him he flopped onto his bed and just lay there staring up at the ceiling projecting the images from his mind's eye onto the austere white paint. Not only that forbidden display of femininity but the whole of the day's events, the comfort of his room settling him as he replayed it one more time.

"Oh damn, I forgot to turn on my computer!" he swore, then blushed at his swearing. Remedying that as quickly as he could he looked around guiltily as he got a handkerchief out of his dresser and started rubbing it over his face and hair. Maybe he could save some of Bernice's scent that way so he could enjoy it later whenever he was alone. When he was done doing the best he could he folded it up and neatly tucked it into a spot where if his mother looked (and he knew she would, she was too nosy to really leave him any privacy) she'd just dismiss it and move on.

YOU HAVE TEN NEW MESSAGES flashed on the e-mail icon, but that didn't mean he had anything from her. There was always some junk coming to him, whether it be notices he wanted for his interests or the spam that everyone had to deal with. He did his best to keep his expectations down.

There were three messages from her! Sam couldn't believe it; she really had contacted him. Reading them over they were instructions for what she expected him to do when she saw him next, what she had in mind for next weekend, how much she'd loved their time together (sprinkled liberally with many naughty references to their time together), and required he respond as soon as he'd read them for which she'd received an auto-notify due to his software so he'd have to answer her back shortly.

His fingers flew across his keyboard as he dashed off a long e-mail back to her, repeating how much he'd enjoyed the day too (without the ribald commentary like she'd been using) and he'd bring everything she expected to where she she'd set for their next date together.

"Oh God please let this be real," he prayed after he hit SEND, then transferred the e-mails into an encrypted folder and password locked them. While he kept his e-mail and other programs locked just in case he wasn't about to leave anything where his parents might get ahold of it. Shutting the computer back down again he dragged himself off to his shower and wind down what was the most anxious and most exciting day he'd ever had.

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The next week was pretty much a blur for Sam; he couldn't even remember what the sermon was about at Church the next day. At home he was thinking about what Bernice had planned since she hadn't said while at school he had to keep himself from looking her way and moved through the days fearful someone would confront him about what had happened and reveal it was all a joke after all. The sprinkles of e-mails and text messages he received helped allay those fears somewhat, but wouldn't see them all the way gone once they were together again and things were okay.

"By Mom, Dad, see you tonight!" Sam called into the living room on his way out the door, the big day when he'd find out if his worst fears were confirmed or his undreamt fantasies instead.

"Have a good day dear! Remember to call!" his mother called back to him, her clear high voice carrying throughout the house.

"Yes Mom!" he tossed back before the front door shut behind him with a click, car keys rattling in his haste to get to his car. Filled with nervous energy he dropped his keys several times before he managed to get it unlocked and get inside. Seat belt locking him in place he almost ran over his mother's precious lawn gnome in his haste to get out of the drive.

Oh God I almost broke mom's gnome! He thought to himself, and had run over the curb. I've got to calm down; I don't want to have a wreck.

The drive was still more reckless than he'd have liked, if only for his driving a good five miles an hour or more over the limit so he'd be early rather than late. Bernice had told him to meet her at the bus stop he'd dropped her off at last time. By the time he got there it was just reaching 9am by the large clock featured in front of the bus stop. The morning sun was sending the shadows chasing ahead of him as he pulled into a parking spot and settled in to wait.

"Hey Sam, open the door!" Sam jumped, startled from the rapping on window that preceded Bernice's demand. He'd been so nervous and trying to not be he'd completely missed seeing her coming over to his car.

"S-sorry Bernice," he stammered, reaching over to unlock and open the passenger side door for her.

"Good boy, so ready for our date?" she murred perkily, backside sliding into the seat as she hopped in and shut the door behind her.

"Yes Bernice, I did everything like you asked," he told her, blushing as having the beautiful bunny so close. She'd dressed in tight blue jeans and a low-cut blouse that revealed the edge of her lacy white bra and the distracting expanse of her bosom and seemed to have added a floral perfume to her ensemble (or did she just naturally smell that way and he hadn't noticed in his anxiety the last time?).

"You've earned yourself a kiss then," he heard her say just before she grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to hers, winding her fingers into his hair while she kissed him deeply. Sam was glad he was seated as his knees went weak and he melted into that kiss, feeling just as heavenly blessed as he had the first time she'd kissed him just a week ago.

"Mmmm but that was nice sweetie," she murred when she broke from the kiss, still holding his head close so she could rub her muzzle in along his neck. "Well let's get going, the parking lot at the museum should be fine for things and a good start to the day where we met."

"Okay Bernice," he said, tongue unconsciously brushing across his lips to taste her lingering taste there and leaving Bernice laughing softly. "Buckle up," he reminded her before he started the car, always conscious about the need for safety when driving.

"So just to give you a heads up," she began as she buckled herself in, the shoulder strap coming to rest between he breasts as it clicked into place and Sam started off, "We'll be going to the East River Valley Mall so we can find you some new outfits, shoes, lingerie and generally get my girl looking sexy like her bunny."

"The Mall?!" he squeaked. "But, but it'll be full of people."

"You survived the museum you'll survive the mall honey," she reassured him, hand drifting over to rest comfortingly on his leg and give it a squeeze. "There won't be many people inside this early in the morning and we can get better service this way."

"Can't we just order stuff instead?" he asked, his grip loosening up on the steering wheel as her touch acted like a splash of soothing cool waters.

"No sweetie we can't. We're going to measure you properly and find you something nice and we can't do that with hit-and-miss ordering online. You know clothes are never quite the same size and have to be tried on to find ones that are just right," she pointed out. "Besides I want to show off my girlfriend and even if you can't afford them all I can check you out in them," she added with a wink.

Knowing he wasn't going to be able to get out of it Sam went quiet and Bernice didn't press as he carefully took them back to the museum, not wanting to really get lost like he'd lied to his father about last week. He doubted he'd have ever gotten comfortable with going into a mall on his own but Bernice was going to see to it he got there one way or the other.

"Hurry up I want to see your collection," Bernice prodded Sam excitedly once they were parked out of the way at the museum, her ears sticking up and folding back down as she quickly unbuckled and hopped out of the car to dash around to the trunk.

I'd have never thought I'd ever be doing this, Sam thought to himself as he unlocked the trunk and put his most embarrassing secret on display for his girlfriend (did he just actually think of her as his girlfriend?), the box holding all of his girly wear.

"Man we really need to get you some new clothes dear," she murred as she started lifting things out and eying them critically in the morning sun. A few simple blouses and skirts and a couple one-piece plain sundresses with cheap dollar stockings and panties in an assortment of colors were packed into the box. "Oh that reminds me I've got something for you," she stated before rummaging in her purse and pulling out something red.

"What's this?" he asked as he looked it over. Bright red in color it was a long silken strip easily an inch wide or more with a silver cameo clasp that left him squirming at the 'Bernice's girl' engraved boldly on the front. It looked every expensive.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised you don't have a clue," she said more to herself than to him. "This is your collar. It's traditional in a same-sex relationship for the 'girl' part to wear a collar to reflect their status," she explained, reaching up to wrap the silk around his neck and lock it into place.

"But I'm a boy," he blurted out, but didn't resist as she fit the collar snuggly into place and centered the clasp on his throat.

"Not as far as everyone else is concerned when we're out silly," she laughed throatily, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "You're my girl as far as anyone else is concerned plus it hides the one thing that anyone looking at you will give away that you're a boy."

"Oh, okay." Sam didn't really know what else to say, he really was the girl he got a warm feeling every time she referred to him as her girl.

"I guess we'll have to go with what you wore last week until we can find you something better. I swear you've got terrible fashion sense, all this is so frumpy and plain," she complained, shaking her head.

"I didn't want to stand out," he confessed softly, which brought a soft look to Bernice's eyes.

"I guess not," she murred, understanding how he felt. Standing out just wasn't good if you weren't popular and not always good even then. Stepping in close she hugged him close and nuzzled his neck affectionately. "You'll stand out more when we're out being plain though sweetie, sometimes people notice you less when you're flashy. Plus I refuse to let you look anything but your best. So let's get a move on before the mall has time to get crowded."

Changing was a strange affair this time around, it didn't go any faster than last time even though Bernice was there to help. The bunny was quite critical about getting the most out of the simple outfit and kept tweaking and adjusting the seams of the stockings, the blouse on his shoulders, and fondling him whenever her hands were in the area. She really couldn't help herself; he looked just so adorable it was like having the best of having a girlfriend and a boyfriend all rolled into one.

The drive over to the mall was almost surreal to Sam, the boy had to deal with all the drivers seeing him as a girl and hopefully thinking of him as one. It was such an exposed feeling and he got several males looking him over at stoplights along the way. There were already cars near the entrance but not too many were scattered around the parking lot; he just wished he could have parked as close as possible.

"Come on Samantha," Bernice told him as she came around to his side and opened up the door, "sooner we're in and get everything done sooner we can go enjoy a nice movie. I hear there's a nice Grant Thurgood movie running at the cinema."

After a few minutes of gentle encouragement Bernice finally just grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him out of the car. He could no more resist her than he could at the museum, not with her hands grasping his, left to right and right to left she leaned into him breasts flattening slightly against his chest.

"Trust me sweetie I won't let anything happen to you," she murred with emotion into his right ear, the scent of enveloping him as he was pinned back against the car. "Now relax, you're going to cause everyone in a hundred yards to think something's wrong and I want this to be a fun day. Please?" she asked plaintively, her confident exterior cracking as some of his anxiety started to affect her.

"I'm sorry Bernice, don't be upset," he apologized, not so dense as to miss that he was causing her to be unhappy when he wanted to do anything but. "I'm ready now."

"Okay," she told him, brightening when she felt him relax against her. "Better give me your money first though to carry for you, since you haven't got a purse," she told him. Blushing at the thought he might have left his money behind he reached inside to retrieve his wallet and hand it over to the waiting bunny.

With his wallet and car keys safely tucked away in her purse Bernice snuggled up happily against her boy. Catching his left hand with hers she slipped up next to him so she could plant his hand firmly on her left hip then did the same to him right hand to right hip, holding him close as much to enjoy his nearness as to provide silent support to her boy. Pushing the door shut with her foot she led Sam inside with a pleasing rub and bump of her hip to his.

It wasn't as hard as he thought it was going to be, maybe because of Bernice's comforting presence. She'd started giving a running commentary about the highlights of the various stores including the ones they were going to check out the moment they were inside, making them look like any other pair of teenagers in love. There were some older people making use of the interior to get in their daily exercise, singly or in various sized groups making loops around the vast expanse of the interior.

Sam did his best to not show his nervousness when they came up to one of the first groups, as Bernice was going counter to the flow for the older people sedately walking about. They got some curious glances and friendly greetings from a few but nothing out of the ordinary, restoring some of the self-confidence the young boy had felt when he passed that test in the museum.

"Here we go let's check here first," Bernice told him before guiding him into the first clothing store they came across that featured female attire.

"Hello may I help you with something?" was the quick greeting the pair received from a mature ferret who'd been busy setting up a display.

"Yes I'm looking for something nice for my girlfriend here," Bernice replied, her free hand doing a quick sweep encompassing Sam from head to toe as she motioned to his attire. "As you can see her parents don't let her dress sexy and I'd like to help dress her up like she deserves."

"I'm sure we can find you something, here let's go to the back so I can get a better idea of her measurements," the ferret suggested, eying Sam critically as she mentally considered their inventory for human-friendly outfits and sorted them out in her mind as she overlaid them on his image.

"Thank you Jessica," the bunny replied, keen eyes noting the nametag the ferret was wearing, then turned to Sam. "Come along Samantha let's find you something nice to wear."

"Okay just stand right there Samantha," Jessica instructed him when they were back around the changing rooms, dismissing his nervousness as a result of the skillfully supplied excuse by Bernice as simply a result of a young girl raised up plain at the idea of dressing more attractively.

The ferret was the model of efficiency as she started measuring Sam starting at his chest, hands brushing over him gently as she told him to exhale and measured then told him to inhale and measuring him again. His waist measurement joined the others next, then dropped the tape down to try to measure his hips.

"Hold still I'm almost done," she chirred, finally gripping his backside with one hand to hold him still while the other maneuvered the tape around, totally unaware that her customer was more than he appeared.

"Here you go for future reference," she said as she jotted down the measurements and handed them to Sam. "Although it doesn't hurt to remeasure from time to time especially if you find new clothes fitting poorly with the same measurements."

"Thank you Ma'am," Sam replied softly, accepting the note from the ferret before Bernice collected it to tuck into her purse since he hadn't anything to place it in.

"Such a polite young lady," Jessica said with a smile. "Let's see if we can find you something nice to wear today."

Given the lack of customers at such an early hour the couple kept the ferret busy for over an hour, or at least Bernice did. It was obvious who was in charge even without Sam's collar as she had him trying on outfits and modeling them for both him and the saleswoman. Skirts, blouses and dresses both one and two-piece. Each one had the delighted bunny requiring he give a full twirl and spin, with the occasional adjustment by the ferret as she professionally corrected his gaffs due to his unfamiliarity.

"Now please don't take offense Samantha, I'm sure you're just a late bloomer and all," Jessica suggested when they'd run through the available selections in Sam's size, "but until you develop you might want to look into a padded bra so you can fill out those tops better."

"That was one of the other things we were going to take care of today Jessica," Bernice replied, adroitly stepping in to save Sam from having to answer. "I don't want my girl feeling embarrassed because she's slow filling out."

"I understand, it was like that when I was a girl too. My cousin was late and it bothered her terribly," she commiserated, then patted Sam on the shoulder. "You'll be fine, you're just adorable and looks like you've already found someone who likes you as you are."

"I'm very lucky to have her," Sam replied with a smile.

"Aww that's so sweet of you to say sweetie," Bernice replied, rewarding Sam with a quick kiss.

"So what did you settle on for purchasing today?" Jessica asked, having not lost sight of the goal during the more than an hour of modeling.

"That black tube dress with the chain link belt and the two-piece red she's wearing now I think, don't you agree Samantha?" Bernice asked as she gave Sam's hand a squeeze.

"Okay then I'll just ring you up, although you might want to change to your old clothes until you've had time to get that bra," Jessica suggested. The girl was cute but flat enough the top was a bit loose making it even more obvious how flat she was and remembering how self-conscious she was at that age didn't want her dealing with anyone being obnoxious because of it.

Collecting the tags to ring up the dress while Sam was changing Jessica returned to the counter and began entering the items the pair were picking up. With Bernice holding his money already by the time Sam was done she'd already had things paid for.

"You two have a nice day and do come again we'll have the new summer line in two weeks from today," the ferret perkily declared once she had everything bagged up and the pair were on their way.

"Looked like you were having fun in there Samantha," Bernice teased once they were out in the main mall area, arm slipping naturally around him while he did the same.

"I felt sexy," he admitted shyly, embarrassed at how much he'd enjoyed modeling outfits like that for her and the ferret and at the compliments she'd paid him.

"You are sexy," she corrected him. "Once we have a few more things picked out let's hit the food court for a snack I'm feeling a bit hungry for some reason," she added with a wink.

"What else do we need? I don't have much money left," he reminded her in case she'd forgotten how much she'd seen in his wallet.

"You still need a pair of shoes, bra, and better undies than you already have," she pointed out. "Then we can find some out of the way place so you can practice walking more femininely before we hit the movies."

"Oh, okay," he said, thinking he was saying that a lot and sure he'd end up saying it more.

"Luckily there are some shoe stores here that have female salesman so we'll shop there, with the guys you have to worry about them trying to peak under your skirt," she told him. "Even if she's interested girls generally won't when you're obviously already with another female."

"Why's that?" he couldn't resist asking since he couldn't see why it'd matter if the girl had a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.

Bernice laughed and hipbumped Sam playfully. "Because a guy would just think it was hot, but another girl would instantly see her as a rival and likely rip her tail off if she has one or give her one if she doesn't."

"But you don't seem to mind people looking at me," he said, confused.

"Because I want everyone to see I have a sexy partner honey," then seeing his confusion hadn't cleared up any she elaborated. "Sam, I'm still an appearances-minded teenage girl. If we were dating openly as boyfriend/girlfriend I'd be doing my best to have you looking as handsome as can be because who you're with reflects on you. As my girlfriend I want you as sexy and desirable as I am. Sure sometimes it'll attract unwanted interest but that's not as important as getting to say 'see how hot my date is!' You are my hot date and you make me more attractive being with you."

Sam's eyes widened in shock hearing that, never having thought of things like that before. The idea that his being sexy would make Bernice feel even sexier would have never occurred to him on his own. It also made him determined to be as sexy as he could be for her.

Much more comfortable now after spending the last few hours as a girl by the time they got to the shoe store Bernice had in mind Sam was much more at ease. While she still explained what he needed he was able to relax in the chair while the salesgirl measured his feet and brought him several pairs of shoes to try on. Something comfortable with a modest heel that was wide enough he wouldn't stumble and break his angle like he would on a spiked heel. He'd have to practice with smaller and smaller heels before he could handle those.

Like before he ended up having to get several items, a red pair to go with the red dress and match with his collar and a black pair that could go with most of his other outfits. Bernice made sure he strutted around the store in both before they paid and left with him still in the black pair in place of his original shoes.

"Here we go, end of the shopping line," Bernice declared as she brought them to a halt.

"What do I need here?" Sam squeaked as the sight of scantily clad mannequins confronted him.

"Panties, stockings, garters, and a padded bra," she chided him. "We're going to sexy you up all the way. Now come along sweetie."

"Hellow I'm Candice how may I help you today?" asked a teenaged mouse not much older than they were, her figure one of modest curves and a dancer's physique from the way she carried herself.

"Just out shopping with my girlfriend, she needs a padded bra along with some better undies and stockings," the bold bunny gal explained, nodding her head towards Sam. "As you can see she's a bit late blooming and want to stop the girls teasing her at school."

"Okay I'll show you to where they are and the dressing rooms are clearly marked for anything she wants to try on," she cheerfully replied as she turned around and motioned for them to follow her deeper into the store. Once she presented the rack to them she told them if they needed anything else to call her.

"Let's see, where's that note that ferret gave us earlier," Bernice said to herself as she rooted around in her purse, then pulled it out triumphantly. "Okay let's go with this, this and this," she said after perusing the note and compared the measurements to the tags on the bras. Handing them over to Sam he held them gingerly, since he didn't know what else to do. The lapine was quite the bustling dynamo as she pulled him through the store, picking out a garter here and some stockings there and handing them over to him, along with red bustier and frilly red panties to go along with it.

"That should do it now where were those dressing rooms?" she asked as she looked about, reorienting herself before dragging Sam off towards the back.

"Okay off with your blouse dear," Bernice instructed the blushing Sam once they were in the roomy dressing area, the items she'd piled into his arms tossed onto the bench or hung up on the clothes rod above the long bench.

"Let's try this on you first," she said when he was ready, goose bumps rising on his skin from the cool air. He tried not to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror, bare from the waist up and skirted from the waist down. Slipping his arms into the first bra she fastened him up from behind and stood behind him, pressing her own very warm and real breasts into his back as she looked over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror.

"Mmmm, not bad, might be a bit too conical though," she murred into his ear, hands coming up to playfully squeeze the fake breasts while she stared into the reflection of his eyes. "What do you think Samantha?"

"I don't know, I guess?" he hesitantly agreed. He'd never really thought about actually wearing a bra or trying to look that feminine before.

"That's okay we'll see which of these three go best for you," she reassured him, slipping the hooks and helping him out of it then after hanging it up fitted the second onto him and examined it just as critically in the mirrored reflection.

"Better, looks more natural, like what a blossoming young girl might have," she murred, her hands sliding over his chest as she stroked and caressed him more intimately. "Ooooo but you look so sexy honey," she told him, breath brushing over his neck as she licked at it lightly. "I wish you had that red dress on right now, just so I could peel it off of you."

"Bernice! What if someone hears?!" he gasped out, remembering how there was at least a mouse outside who'd certainly hear something through the thin walls.

"So what if they do?" she asked back, right hand brushing down to stroke down the front of his skirt as intimately as she'd done just last week. "After all the time with you dressing up and the walk-about at the shoe store this doe's doesn't want to wait any longer to get some loving in with her boy," she murred huskily into his ear. The exposed fur of her bosom tickled at his back while she rubbed up against him, grinding up against his backside.

Sam didn't know how to respond to that although couldn't contain his reaction to her stimulating caresses. He blushed as it reminded him of last week and how he shouldn't have been surprised at her sudden switch from helpful to amorous. If anything he should have expected it since she hadn't bothered to join him in the dressing room at the other store where he bought the dresses at but had instead remained outside with the salesgirl.

"I've been thinking of you all week just so you know," she whispered hotly into his ear, claws pulling his skirt up inch by inch until his panties came into view then farther until she could watch as her hand slid inside to rub down the length of his shaft and cup his sac in gentle fingers. "Thinking of what I wanted to do to show my girl that her girlfriend thinks she's just fine, thinking about how hot it was at the museum together in that stall," she continued, rolling Sam's panties down with her other hand until they dropped to his knees.

"Step out of those baby," he heard her say, no less easily turned on than she was as she seemed to know just what to say and do to disable his inhibitions. Without even thinking about it he shifted his legs around wiggling the panties down to the floor, feeling them land around his ankles and quickly freed his feet from them. He could see her eyes in the mirror checking out his expression and watching as her hand gripped and stroked at his shaft like she'd done in the stall just a week ago.

"Isn't that just a beautiful sight, my fingers wrapped around your hard manhood, framed by your garters," she murmured, Sam only able to nod as he watched the reflection of the two of them as her hand moved up and down in a slow steady motion, teasing him like she had before.

"What was that?!" he gasped out at the sound of a loud thump followed by several quieter ones from somewhere nearby.

"Just someone moving stuff in the stockroom sweetie," she said, keeping up the stroking while she moved to the side then stilling her grip as she guided him down onto the bench and pushed his knees wide apart. To Sam's shock the bunny knelt down between his knees, plush backside resting on her heels as she made herself comfortable.

"This is your reward for trusting me and showing up today my sweet sexy girl," she told him before planting a kiss on the tip of his shaft. A groan escaped him at the erotic feel of her lips upon his crown. He gripped at the edges of the bench as she gave him one kiss after another, spreading them down his softly throbbing tool, her busy hands pulling at the material of her top as she flopped her firm young breasts out and kneaded them while he watched.

"What do you think sweetie? Do you like them?" she asked as she lifted herself up to present her breasts to him, the perky pink nipples nestled in a sea of white that was soon enveloping his shaft as she caught in between them. She gigglemurred richly as he simply nodded too raptly attentive to say anything while she squeezed her breasts around his member and moved them up and down along it leaving him squirming and panting in arousal as her tantalizingly soft fur brushed along its length.

"Oh my baby's close, not going to waste anything this time," she murred heatedly, muzzle dipping back down as she took his shaft into the warm wet cavity, tongue wrapping around it to lap along the sides. Her breath puffed hot and moist into his crotch as she held him right to the root inside her mouth, teeth gently pressed into the base. She suckled at him softly her tongue brushed along his length, almost tasting the beat of his heart as she felt his blood pounding through his tool.

Such attention was simply too much for the overheated youth, the combination of uninhibited lapine and forbidden public sex taking him over the edge as he bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out and erupted in Bernice's muzzle. Hot seed washed over her tongue as it splashed off the back of her mouth flooding it with the taste she'd only been able to sample the week before.

Each spurt brought a fresh wave of pleasure to Bernice as she drank down Sam's bounty, a week's worth of stored seed coating her tongue and sliding down her throat. Her lips were practically glued around his member lest a single drop spill out as she let her mouth fill before swallowing, rolling the taste around on her tongue before sending it on to her belly. Only when she'd drank him dry and licked him clean did she finally withdraw her muzzle with a contented smirk on her lips.

"That was wonderful, wish I'd done that last week," she murred throatily, tongue flicking across her lips just to make sure she hadn't missed anything before she sat up and dried off his shaft with her heaving bosom. By the time Sam recovered enough to speak she'd buffed him dry and restored her attire to its original state.

"Wish we could do more but we'd better finish up quickly, I don't want to miss that movie,' she told him, hands cupping his cheeks as she kissed him with the taste of him still lingering on her lips. With the edge off her lust she'd defaulted back to other things with the mercurial nature common to teens.

Blinking from the whiplash of Bernice's shifting moods Sam tried to get to his feet and stumbled, still a bit unsteady after being so thoroughly drained by the lapine. With some help from her he managed to recover his balance and rushed through trying out the rest of the things she'd picked out, settling on the second bra along with the two garters and 5 pairs of stockings she'd picked out for him.

Why's everyone staring at us? Oh God they know! he thought when they existed the changing room to the stares of the mouse from before along with several other saleladies that hadn't been evident before. The stately mink behind the counter seemed particularly interested in them as Bernice seemingly oblivious to the stares pulled Sam along behind her and up to the counter without a hint of embarrassment.

"I see you're ready with your purchases," she chirred with a cultured manner, tail flicking about behind her while she regarded Sam in particular with both amusement and veiled curiosity.

Sam squirmed beneath the mink's gaze, finding the interest and appraisal as embarrassing as he had that of the females at the museum. Bernice didn't seem to mind and even encouraged it but he was still a long way away from being so casual about it all. He was glad when the items were finally packaged and paid for he was in such a hurry to escape the attention of everyone, as they'd all stopped working to mill about to watch him and Bernice.

"Thank you and please do come again," the mink cheerily declared as she handed over the sack. "In fact if you come in the evening we might be able to arrange extended shopping hours your way," she offered with a wink.

"We'd love that wouldn't we Samantha?" Bernice said, playfully swatting Sam on the backside when he seemed at a loss for words.

"Uhm okay that's very nice of you to offer ma'am," he said before Bernice pulled him outside while waving goodbye to everyone.

"They all knew!" he blurted out when they were out of sight of the store, eliciting a laugh from Bernice as she hipbumped him and pulled him down onto a bench beside her.

"Of course they knew, why do you think I picked that store to make out in?" she asked simply.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"First do you trust me? Really trust me when I say whatever we do together I'm always looking out for you?" she asked, very seriously.

"Y-yes, yes I do," he replied after several minutes of silent contemplation about that. If she didn't care about his welfare the school would already know all about him.

"They were watching us through the mirror," she whispered into his ear, holding him tight to her so when he processed that he wouldn't bolt away. "I knew a girl who worked there and she told me how the mirrors are transparent from the backside so they can make sure no one shoplifts."

"You mean... that they... and we..."

"They all came back to watch us in the changing room," she confirmed for him, rubbing her muzzle along his shoulder and neck to calm him. "Those thumps were probably chairs falling over or being moved."

"But, but why?"

"Sweetie because it's fun of course! Remember how hot it was at the museum, with everyone outside listening in? Well this was a step better. They couldn't really admit they were spying because it's illegal so couldn't throw us out if they were offended and if they weren't well then everyone's happy," she explained. "Admit it, some part of you loved that someone was listening to us last time, just a few feet away and I bet the invite back has you all hot thinking about it knowing why they'd like us back."

Sam wanted to protest her declaration, deny that he was like that, but the protest died before it ever made it to his lips. She was right, he had been perversely excited by the audience outside, and her words forced him to admit that beneath his embarrassment he'd enjoyed the looks they'd gotten in the lingerie store.

"All better now sweetie? Believe me if I ever go too far you have to say something, I don't want to lose you but I always push the boundaries. Don't you ever let me push that boundary, okay?"

"I understand Bernice," he replied, blushing softly. "You're right, it is fun, but no more fun today okay?"

"Just the usual fun sweetie," she reassured him, giving him a dazzling smile. "A quick lunch in the food court then the movies, then some girl time at the park."

"Okay!" he agreed, warmed by that smile as she dragged him along with his new clothes off towards the food court and a perfect day together.