Joy to My World

"Maybe, um, if I can, can we go, like, tomorrow?" Joy let out a laugh.

"Sure, we can." Joy picked up her phone. "Let me have your number and text me if you can go. If not, just let me know if you want to hang out or something." I gave her a big smile as well as my phone number, then hopped off the bed and threw on a tee shirt and an old pair of shorts before we walked downstairs.

My mom was just walking in as we entered the kitchen. She looked haggard as usual from a long day at the hospital. That is until she spotted Joy and me standing there. "OH!" mom said in surprise. "Hi."

"Mom, this is Joy. Joy, this is my mom."

"Hi, my mom." Joy said, to which mother let out a laugh.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Joy. Please call me Carol." Mom said, holding out her hand. Joy shook it, smiling. They made some pleasant talk as I got another coke, handing one to Joy. "Would you like to stay for dinner, Joy?"

"I would love to but I have to head home." Joy said before turning to me. "Let me know about tomorrow, cool?" I nodded, then giggled silently when Joy winked at me when my mom turned her head.

"So, she seems nice." mom said, grabbing my coke and taking a sip. "What about tomorrow?"

"Well, um, mom." I said awkwardly. "Can I have a hundred bucks?" And then that's when I saw a "spit take" for the first time in real life.

After I explained to mom that I wanted to go clothes shopping, she got a surprised look on her face but relented, giving me the hundred. Exited, I rand to my room and texted Joy that I could go. She replied with a Hell Yeah and a kiss emoji telling me to be ready by ten. The kiss emoji really set my heart to flutter. I replied with a can't wait and a kiss of my own.

The next day found Joy and I in her car headed to the shopping centers in the big city. I really didn't understand why we just didn't go to the local Walmart as a hundred dollars wouldn't go that far but, when I brought this up, Joy just smiled and said not to worry about it. The thing that really struck me was that, while she was still dressed in black, there was something more vibrant about Joy. She didn't look like the same morose goth I'd come to know and, well, love. I smiled and sat back, enjoying the ride.

We pulled into the parking lot of the mall and the first thing I did was pray that we didn't run into anyone from school. It's not that I was embarrassed to be seen with Joy. I was embarrassed for her to be seen with me. Honestly though, I don't think Joy cared what anyone else thought.

Joy must have been a mind reader. Noticing the look on my face when the car stopped, she took me by the hand and gave it a squeeze before leaning over and kissing me on the lips. "Hey baby, everything's going to be fine." she said before letting go of my hand. I nodded, gave a weak smile in reply, took a deep breath and exited the car.

The hundred was gone in the first two stores we hit. Some new jeans, a lot snugger than I usually wore, some designer tee-shirts and new shoes rounded out the ensemble. I barely had enough to buy a drink at the food court. But to my surprise, Joy pulled me aside and whispered "We're not finished."

"But..." I started, confused.

"Look Becky, I'll make you a deal." Joy said smiling. "You and I continue to shop and I pay for it all. But there are two conditions. One, I pick out the stuff I want you to wear. Don't worry. I'm not going to make you look ridiculous." Joy quickly added, seeing the look on my face. "And two, you come to my house after here and try them on."

I genuinely thought about it for a few seconds then nodded my head. I trusted Joy in what she said about not making me look silly. She grinned like the Cheshire cat, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to the one store I never thought I would ever step in. I held my breath as I walked into Victoria's Secrets.

I'd looked in the store before, of course, but never had the courage to ask my mom about entering it. All my panties had come from Target or Walmart and none of what I wore would be classified as sexy. It's not like anyone would see my undergarments anyway. I felt myself blushing as Joy grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the first rack.

Joy started pawing through the different bras, selecting one and holding it up to my body, judging how it would look on me, frowning, then selecting another one and doing the same thing with another color and style.

Around that time, a saleslady whose nametag identified her as Sheryl walked up to us. She was cute, not much older than us, and asked if she could help. Before I could say anything, Joy stated "Yeah, my girlfriend here is buying her first pairs of sexy panties and bras." I felt my blush deepen at Joy's open frankness but remained silent.

Sheryl smiled, showing off her perfect teeth. "Of course! I'll be happy to help. Let's step to the dressing rooms so I can get her measurements." Joy took ahold of my hand again, leading me to the back of the store as Sheryl pulled a measuring tape from her pocket. They looked at me expectantly as I stood there, not really knowing what to do. "You'll have to remove your top and bra so I can get a measurement." Sheryl finally said after a few moments of awkward silence. Joy nodded in affirmation as she took the bags from my hand. Sheryl didn't ask me but instead turned to Joy to see what style and color she wanted me to wear. After Joy explained what she was looking for, Sheryl looked at me expectantly.

I shot Joy a look and after taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, removed my baggy shirt and simple white brassier. I stood there, a little embarrassed, as Sheryl methodically took my measurements, nodded, then left. Joy smiled mischievously, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned in, kissing me on the lips as her free hand cupped my exposed breast. My eyes flew open in surprise and I could feel my heart pounding as she lightly pinched my nipple. I closed my eyes and let out a mewling moan as Joy's tongue licked my lips but then pulled back. When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see Sheryl standing there, holding several bras with a huge smile on her face and a hungry look in her eyes.

Every time I tried a bra on, Shery and Joy would take a step back and judge how it looked on me. Sometimes, they would smile, sometimes have a muted discussion and then try something else. It was if my opinion didn't matter. To my surprise, I felt myself getting turned on at this; the feeling that I was a toy, something that the two of them were using to play dress up. I squeezed my legs together as a little tingle shot through me. Joy noticed my movement and gave me a wink. Again, I blushed at the realization that she knew what effect this was having on me.

After what seemed like hours or seconds, Joy was holding five pairs of panties and bras in her hands. I was about to put my old bra and shirt back on when she said that she wanted to see what the panties looked like on me. Sheryl enthusiastically agreed, stating that it was important to get the full effect. I was so turned on at that point, when Joy told me to strip, I only hesitated for a second before stripping off my pants and shoes. I was a little embarrassed at my granny panties I had on but was mortified to feel a damp patch at the crotch.

"All the way, baby." Joy said when I stopped at removing my panties. I'm was surprised that I didn't die right then. I was about to refuse but instead I lowered them, praying that the two didn't notice how turned on I was. Joy took her time in selecting which pair she wanted me to wear which allowed Sheryl plenty of opportunity to lustily gaze at my naked body. I shifted my legs nervously which sent another tingle through my body.

Finally, Joy handed Sheryl the set that she'd selected. Sheryl popped the tags off and handed the undergarments to me, dragging her index finger along the back of my hand when I took them from her. I was so disconcerted that I just stood there for a moment before I realized that I had panties in my hand. They were sheer, lacy and barely there and when I had finally put them on, I still felt naked.

Joy made me turn around, telling me she wanted to see the back. I could hear a low whistle of appreciation from Sheryl when I did. I'm ashamed to admit a feeling of pride swelled inside me right then. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed Sheryl lick her lips. When I turned back around, she handed me the bra which matched the panties. My nipples were plainly visible through the material as well as being hard as rocks right then.

Both Joy and Sheryl had the same hungry look in their eyes as I stood there. I was about to remove them to put my old undergarments on when Sheryl said it would be okay to wear them out of the store. I shrugged, figuring that I already had them on anyway so why not. Joy then reached into one of the bags, pulling out a pair of skinny jeans and a tight tee shirt as well as the new pair of sandals. It was obvious that she wanted me to wear these clothes. I figured why the heck not and took the clothes from her.

When I finished dressing, I looked at myself in the mirror and was taken back at what was reflected. Gone was the baggy, slouchy introvert. Instead, I looked, well, sexy. A brief moment of panic hit me as I was well outside my comfort level. That's when Joy took my hand, gave it a squeeze and whispered "You look amazing, Becky."

Sheryl nodded. "You really do. You two make such an adorable couple, by the way." I blushed once more, softly thanking her and flashing a little smile. When we were at the counter, Sheryl took out a scrap of paper and wrote down her phone number. "I usually don't do this but if you two want to, you know, um, hang out sometime, give me a call."

Joy took the paper, gave Sheryl a wink and handed the woman her credit card. I didn't even see the total. Before I knew it, Joy took me by the hand and led me out of the store. "One more stop and then we'll get something to eat and ditch this place." Joy said. I nodded, allowing myself to be led on.

I was led to a beauty salon. It seemed Joy was determined to give me a complete makeover. Honestly, I was so wrapped up in what was happening, I didn't even argue this one. Normally, I didn't bother with make-up or wear my hair in anything other than a ponytail. It was easy to take care of and why bother when no one noticed anyway other than to mock me.

Again, as soon as we walked in, Joy introduced me to the lady at the counter as her girlfriend, explaining that I was here for a makeover. Also, again, the lady, this time with the name of Ruby, exclusively talked to Joy. I just stood there as they discussed what style would look best on me. All the while, Joy had me by the hand, squeezing it ever so slightly in a reassuring manner.

Finally, it was decided what style Joy wanted for me and I was led to the back. I was told I had to remove my glasses so that the stylist could properly cut my hair so I couldn't even see what was being done to me. At that moment, I felt like a caterpillar trapped in the cocoon, praying to emerge as I changed into something else; something that I would have never become on my own.

When the stylist was finished, I put my glasses on and just stared at the mirror for a minute. I knew I was looking at me but it was so surreal. I touched my cheek and the woman in the mirror did the same. All my life, I had done my best not to call attention to myself. To blend into the back-round. To hide. But this person, the way she was dressed, the way she looked, almost called out to the world.

Joy's eyes practically bulged out from her head when she looked up from the magazine she had been reading and saw me for the first time. I couldn't help but giggle at her reaction. I noticed a new bag that she picked up as we left the store. "God, you look amazing, Becky." Joy said as we walked to the food court.

"Thanks to you." I replied, taking ahold of her hand.

Joy flashed a smile. "I can think of a couple of ways you can repay me." she said, giving me a wink. I could feel my blush returning as I looked at the floor but couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, me too." I said, squeezing her hand. As we walked to the food court, I could sense people looking at us. Figuring it was because two women were daring to hold hands in public, I did my best to ignore it. But even when we sat down to eat our slices of pizza, I still noticed people, mainly young men, looking my way.

"Not used to it, huh?" Joy replied when I pointed it out.

I shook my head no. "I usually try my best to avoid it."

"A little too much for ya." Joy stated, matter-of-factly. "Alright. Let's ditch." she said after I nodded. We quickly finished and left for her car.

As we were driving home, I worked up the courage to ask something that had been on my mind all day. "Not to sound ungrateful but I have to ask..."

"Why I did this for you?" Joy finished. "Well, because, I, um, like you. A lot." My heart skipped a beat at those words. "Look, the new clothes, the new hairdo, don't change who you are on the inside. All I did today was because I wanted to do something nice for a beautiful soul that I have strong feelings for." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I sat there in silence. "I wanted to give you the opportunity to see yourself as I see you."

We were at a stoplight so, without caring about who could see me, I quickly leaned over and planted a kiss right on Joy's lips. "I like you, too. A lot." I whispered into her ear. As I sat back, I was surprised to see a little tear run down Joy's cheek.

Both of us sat in silence on the way to Joy's house, each lost in our own thoughts. I'd never had feelings like this for anyone. Sure, I loved my parents but this was different. Joy parked the car in front of a really nice house in the richer section of town. After grabbing the parcels, she led me inside and down the hall to her room. I didn't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this. Inside, the house was beautifully furnished with very expensive furniture.

Joy must have guessed what I was thinking because she paused and said "Yeah, my dad makes some good money."

"Yeah, I see." I replied, trying my best not to sound jealous.

Joy opened the door to her room, put the bags she was carrying down on the floor, and pulled off her shirt. I stood there for a second, gazing at her body as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. My mouth began to water at the sight of her perky tits. "Come on, slowpoke." Joy said, snapping me out of my reverie.

I set my bags on the floor and removed my own shirt and bra as Joy stripped completely naked. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her body as she sat down on her bed, her legs spread wide, her vagina splayed open, the inner pink glistening with her juices.

Finally, I fumbled out of my clothes and, before Joy said anything, I got on my knees in front of her and dove in. She let out a gasp as I used my tongue like a spoon, scooping up her delicious fluids.

Joy held me in place, resting her thighs on my shoulders as she leaned back onto the bed, and let out a long moan before she flooded my mouth. I licked her dry, tonguing her sweet pussy until she moved her legs and weakly pushed me back.

Standing up, I couldn't help but smile at Joy's satisfied expression, feeling a certain pride in bringing her off. I stood there, my face shiny with her cum, as she propped herself up on her elbows. "Wow!" she said, as she shakily sat up. "You are a fucking natural, baby." I giggled at her compliment, shifting from one leg to the other. I was so horny right then, I felt like I was about to explode.

Joy smiled at my obvious state but instead of getting me off, she began to pick up the bags from the floor and began to pull out the contents and place them carefully onto the bed. "I know what you need, baby." she said, her voice low and seductive. "But I want to see you in your new clothes first." With that, Joy handed me my first pair of thong panties and a half-cut bra.

I never realized how sexy the right undergarments could make you feel. After I donned them, I looked into Joy's full-length mirror. I slowly did a pirouette, trying my best to see how my butt looked. The thin fabric cupped my pussy nicely, the bra pushing my breasts up. I dressed in one of my skin-tight tee shirts and cut-off shorts that Joy had insisted I buy. Damn, I looked good, I thought to myself. The whole time we were shopping, there was a niggling fear that I would look ridiculous in my new clothes. Those worries were allayed as I saw my reflection.

The next half hour was dominated by me trying on my new clothes. With each change, I was amazed at how I looked in them. Not to mention, the level of my horniness was rising to critical levels. When I removed the last pair of panties, pink, silky ones that you could plainly see my bush through, little strands of my juices clung to the material.

Joy took them from my hand and held them up to her nose, inhaling deeply, before putting them on the bed. Then, to my surprise, she removed a smaller bag from the big one from Victoria's Secrets. "Just one more thing, Becky." she said, a twinkle in her eye. "First, I have to ask something. My dad isn't going to be home tonight. Do you want to spend the night here?"

I quickly nodded and called my mom, asking if it was alright, practically squealing with happiness when permission was given. I'd just hung up the phone when Joy pulled out two garments. They were matching lacy teddies, one white and the other black. My hands were shaking a little as I took the white one from her and gingerly donned the garment. As I did that, Joy stood up and put the black one on.

We stood in front of the mirror and posed for a minute, looking as if we were the negative of the other. Her hair, raven black and bob cut. Mine, long and blond, falling in ringlets around my shoulders. Her skin, white which contrasted beautifully with the black lace. Mine, a more natural tan from my heritage which the white only emphasized. Joy took ahold of my shoulders and gently turned me toward her. We looked into each other's eyes, then mutually leaned in and kissed deeply. I wrapped my arms around her waist, my hands on her smooth ass as she lightly rubbed my back.

Breaking the kiss, Joy pushed the straps of my teddy off my shoulders, then off my body, as she guided me to the bed. Again, she kissed me before she took off her own teddy. It was at that moment when I was introduced to the pleasures of a sixty-nine.

Joy won. I wanted to say that I lasted a long time, holding out so that we could orgasm at the same time, but truthfully, I was so worked up at that point, I could feel the depths of my body tingling almost as soon as Joy touched my clit with her tongue. I let out a long, low moan as my body shook. Trying my best to please her, I pushed my own tongue deep inside Joy's pussy. Then, she showed me a new sensation as rolled over onto her back so that she was on the bottom. Joy spread my cheeks wide and pressed her tongue right on my butt hole.

I squealed into Joy's pussy as she tickled the rosebud of my ass, practically anally fucking me with her stiff tongue. I could feel another orgasmic swell beginning as she started alternating between my ass and pussy.

I heard Joy let out gasp as she orgasmed a second time which triggered my second one as well. I felt my body go weak as I rolled off of her, barely having the strength to turn around so that our heads were resting on the pillows.

Joy and I rolled over onto our sides so that we faced each other. She scooted close to me so that we were pressed together and began alternating between giving me little kisses and gazing into my eyes.

After a while, I had to go to the bathroom. Joy told me where it was and I quickly walked down the hall. It felt so weird to be unclothed in a strange house. When I entered the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was the huge tub. One of my weaknesses was baths and, for a moment, I just stood there and marveled.