If you have read my previous story you will know a bit about me and my sexual history. I'm now a 19 nearly twenty year old bi-sexual female. I lean more towards women but a good man is something I savour. I recently travelled to Europe and after a bout of food poisoning in Belfast made my way to Edinburgh to take in the sights and recover. I'm not very big but had lost weight on my travels and had moved from thin to positively skinny. I'd stopped wearing a bra altogether and my knickers were a little baggy at the rear. I have always had a gap between my legs but it was a bit more pronounced as I dressed for my first morning out in Edinburgh. Some new clothes and underwear were on the list along with a visit to a bar if I could get in. I looked even more youthful with my weight loss. I went shopping for books first.
Inside the bookshop as I browsed the shelves I noticed a cute girl. She had nice legs under a pleated mini skirt. It was September but not too chilly for short skirts yet. Her legs were slightly muscly but toned. She was blonde with short hair. She caught me staring and I blushed, she smiled and winked at me. I made my purchases and left. Whether she followed me or not we met at the door. More awkwardness, a brief exchange and I let her go ahead of me. Her backside had a nice sway to it. She caught me staring again.
"Are you?"
I knew what she meant.
"Yes."
Was my monosyllabic response.
"Fancy a drink?"
"Love to but I do have some shopping I need to do."
That's fine I've got all day, and night ." She added with a grin.
We made our way to a bar and I'm sure just squeaked in given our youthful looks. She asked me directly if I was really queer. I told the truth that I went either way but mostly for women. She admitted the same saying she had a man in her life but was into both sexes,. She hadn't actually been cruising but saw me staring and wondered if she might get lucky.
Loosened up from a few drinks we hit the shops. Individually I think we'd made the decision to have sex but I had new underwear to buy and so taking my hand as we left the bar Mary, as I'd learned her name was, escorted me to a big department store and into the lingerie department.
We sorted through the shelves and I made a few choices. Mostly plain cotton in various colours. I had jeans on and in a quiet corner Mary lifted her skirt to show little plain nylon panties held together with a string. She asked to see what I was wearing so we made for a changing room. Once inside I dropped my jeans to reveal my somewhat baggy and tatty knickers. I'd done a lot of cycling and it takes its toll. Mary handed out my first selection and I went to put them on over my old ones. She coughed and made a little signal to drop my panties.
"Go on I'll show you mine if you show me yours." she giggled.
Hiking her skirt she pulled the piece of nonsense she called underwear away to reveal a little crop of dark blondish coloured pubic hair. Her slit visible through it and a hint of her inner lips as well. With my jeans on the floor I pulled my panties down to show my straight black pubes and that I had recently had a trim. I had no hair on my lips at the time. We looked at each other and giggled like the schoolgirls we had so recently been.
"Fancy a snog?"
My answer was to pucker up. So there we stood kissing in a changing room with our knickers round our ankles. A query from the shop assistant broke our kiss. She could surely see our panties and must have drawn the obvious conclusion. I bought three pairs once we'd dressed and we went outside to stares of disapproval from the old biddy.
We bought a bite to eat and went down to the Walter Scot monument sat in the autumn sun ate smiled at each other a lot and had a public kiss. We got a few jeers and wolf whistles so I suggested Mary come back to where I was staying but she had other ideas.
She had said she had a boyfriend but had not been more specific. She suggested we use his place as it was handy and she had a key.
Off we went. I was concerned but she said he'd be out . We ended up outside what seemed like a mansion in a street of imposing granite houses. Mary skipped up the steps and opened the front door. She entered a code on a keypad in the vestibule and told me to leave my stuff on a side table.
