The Homecoming Dance
by BobDogwood ©

I don’t what the girls wore to the big dances at your college or even if 
you went to college, but at our university they wore these very long tight 
gowns that resembled nothing less than a cross between a cotillion gown 
and a lounge singer’s outfit.

Mwahaha! And besides appearing tacky as all get out, they were no good to 
dance in, not even a slow dance, because of the aforementioned tightness 
or they were too big around. Remember that black dress I wore way back at 
my birthday party? Well, that’s what I wore. Of course, since I had grown 
a little taller since my birthday and weighed more (in proportion to my 
height), the dress was shorter and tighter and, of course, it goes without 
saying that I looked very hot in it.

I actually shouldn’t have been allowed to attend, since it was an 
unwritten rule at our university that freshmen didn’t appear at any of the 
formal dances. By the way, when I successfully ran for the office of 
senior class president, somebody wanted me to write down all the unwritten 
rules for him. I told him if I did that, then they wouldn’t be unwritten. 
He didn’t get it. Mwahaha! What a dummy. Anyway that’s a story for another 
time. As I was saying, I shouldn’t have been allowed to attend the dance 
although, with the power that Eric had, he was able to swing it quite 
easily.

I think the homecoming dance began at eight o’clock and we arrived a 
little before nine. You know us, fashionably late – haha! Actually I had a 
difficult time getting ready, due to our activities of the afternoon. 
Eric’s such a sweetheart, he just waited patiently downstairs letting my 
father bore him to death. Of course, look at his payoff – me!

We finally get there and get inside the gym. Romantic, ain’t it? Big dance 
in the gym, where you still smell the left over body odors from years 
past. It was of course supposed to be held in a different hall built for 
dances, but it was under some sort of construction. By the way, for all 
you people who don’t understand what a homecoming dance is – tough shit!

Of course, as soon as Eric walks in, the whole place stops drop dead still 
and then explodes in a cacophony of applause, screaming, and shouting for 
the win over our bitterest rivals. I’ll tell ya this too, Eric was ‘so’ 
cool. He just played it off, as if it were all a minor annoyance. Although 
I realized that inside he was digging the shit out of it. 

In the midst of it, he leaned over to me so I could hear him, because it 
had remained very noisy and declared in his most sincere voice, “They’re 
wrong, you know. You’re the real hero of the game, we wouldn’t have won it 
without you.”

I know, I know, I’m an idiot, but it made me tingle all the way down to 
the soles of my feet when he said that.

When things began to return to normal, I realized they once again had 
hired a lame-o band for the dance. I don’t what kind of bands your college 
hired for dances, but ours always hired some group of old guys from 
someplace like the Elks, or tigers or some animal. And they always had 
some guy that played the accordion. Can you believe it? The accordion! And 
they always thought they were ‘so’ hip, if they played something like 
‘Raindrops keep falling on my head.’ Mwahaha! Lame, I’m telling ya.

Eric, of course, had to make his little rounds of saying hello to certain 
people, starting with the coaches and their wives, some of the alumni, and 
such and therefore had to leave me on my own for a little while. Normally 
that would be fine, because a lot of guys would use the opportunity to hit 
on me or I would spend the time talking with my friends, but this dance 
was different. All the guys had dates and they dare not leave their side 
to go rap with me and I didn’t know most of the girls there, because they 
were all upperclassmen.

I was just standing there by the sidelines, minding my own business, and 
waiting for Eric, when I suddenly hear spoken in a very snotty tone, 
“Well, if it isn’t ‘little’ Sara. What are ‘you’ doing here, Sara?”

I turned in the semi-darkness and glimpsed my accuser. It was Muffy 
Hamilton, or Misty, or Missy; you know one of the M names, whose fathers’ 
are always attorneys, or doctors, or CPA’s, or CEO’s. 

I answered, “I’m attending the dance, M----, the same as you.” I always 
slurred her name, so as to not be caught out that I didn’t remember it. 
She became very snotty, if she discovered you didn’t remember her name, 
and personally I wasn’t looking for any trouble – not on tonight of all 
nights.

She then answered me, “You may be here at the dance, but you’re certainly 
‘not’ the same as I.” 

‘Thank God for small favors,’ I thought to myself. She then turned to her 
little entourage of sycophants that followed her everywhere the way feeder 
fish follow sharks and they appropriately tittered at her latest lame 
attempt at a witticism.

Muffy, Misty, or Missy returned her attention to me and, as she looked my 
outfit up and down, I thought, ‘Oh Christ, here it comes!’ 

Now you have to understand right off, her gown was one of most horrific 
formal gowns I had even seen. It was some kind of horrid shade of pink, 
that combined with her long red hair, was completely wrong for her. That 
pink bounced off her skin tones making it look, as if she were going to 
stroke out at any second, although maybe she was going to, I don’t know. 
The top of the gown looked like the top of a ballet outfit and had 
sparkles on it. Haha! Honest to God, it had sparkles all over it, and the 
bottom of the gown flared way out, as though it had a bustle beneath it. 
It didn’t as it turned out, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Muffy, Misty, or Missy announces for all in the vicinity to hear, “It’s 
‘too’ bad Sara, that you couldn’t afford anything to wear to the dance.”

Ok, that did it, as far as I was concerned! It was ok to dis my dress, but 
not to indicate that I was some kind of poor urchin child for all to hear. 
Consequently I responded, “Oh M---, how lucky you are. Did they have a 
sale of some of the outfits used in ‘Gone with the Wind?’ Mwahaha!” 

‘That ought to fix her,’ I thought.

She turned bright red from anger and glared at her companions, when the 
empty headed twits got confused and tittered at the wrong time. Losing her 
thin veneer of civilized behavior altogether, she snapped at me, “Listen 
here you little cunt. I’ll wipe the floor with that rag you’re wearing.”

Luckily before I could respond, Eric magically appeared at my elbow; 
apparently drawn by the negative vibrations that were being emanated. 
“Good evening, Ms. Hamilton,” Eric suavely intoned, while slightly bowing. 
Goddamn it! He didn’t use her first name. I still didn’t know what it was. 
The bitch actually blushed at my lover’s attention to her. ‘Aha!’ I 
thought. ‘Hands off, bitch!’

“We’ll just be going,” Eric explained, as he took me by the elbow and 
steered me away from the dangerous reef I had almost rammed myself on. 
“Sara, what the heck are you doing?” he whispered to me, as we moved out 
on to the dance floor.

That was Eric’s version of confronting me. He was ‘so’ sweet. I said in a 
totally innocent voice, “What do you mean, lover?”

He wasn’t falling for that, but he knew better than to argue with me. I’m 
like a dog with a bone in an argument. I just won’t let go, haha. Eric led 
me out on to the dance floor and we began slow dancing to the band’s 
version of – get this – ‘Roll Me Over in the Clover.” Pathetic, but I 
could have used a roll from my lover just about then, let me tell you. The 
next thing I know somebody had asked Muffy, Misty, and Missy to dance and 
they’re out there too.

The next thing I know that bitch is giving me the hip, as they swirled by 
us. She knocked me into Eric, who recognizing what happened, suggested, 
“Just let it go, Sara. We don’t need any trouble.”

And he steered us away from them, or so he thought, but a minute later she 
did it again. Eric could see me becoming flush from anger, and he 
suggested we sit this one out. But you know – the best laid plans and mice 
and men, etc.

As we were crossing the floor to leave, she (lets just call her Muffy) 
bumped into me one more time and this one was the worst. It sent me 
sprawling onto my face on the gym floor with my entire bare backside on 
display, as my short dress had flown up. As my legs were laying sprawled 
my entire pussy was on display from behind. 

“Mwa ha!” Muffy laughed her big horse laugh. “The dumb bitch can’t afford 
underwear.”

Now Eric had more than enough sense to back away, because he realized he 
wasn’t going to talk me out of this one. I slowly regained my feet, giving 
myself time to get my breath back and to calm down a little. It really 
doesn’t do to enter a fight too over amped with anger. 

The dancers in the immediate vicinity had cleared a large circle. Nobody 
else was paying the slightest bit of attention to us. They probably 
thought it was a special kind of dance. It was in a way, because I stared 
at Muffy with my most menacing look and declared, “Let’s dance.”

I’ll say this for her; she was game to go, but then again she probably did 
think she could whip my ass. She stood at least four inches taller then me 
and had an extra twenty pounds weight advantage. But she was wearing her 
high heels, while I had already kicked mine off to the side.

Muffy replied, “I’m gonna kill ya, you cunt.”

“Come on,” I indicated, motioning with my hands.

Muffy was indeed smarter than most of the girls I fought. She did nothing 
risky and moved slowly, but purposely; although it didn’t matter in the 
long run, because I was just so much faster than she was. She stepped 
inside and attempted to grab me in a headlock, which, I’m sure with her 
height and strength, she could have inflicted great pain on me with. 

I slipped it easily and reached down and clutched the waistband of her 
full skirt and pulled it down and off her in one sweep. Man, you should 
have heard her scream then. I assumed she would be wearing about twenty 
petticoats, but no way. All she was wearing below the waist beneath her 
gown was a very thin thong. And guess what? She had a hot figure, I was 
amazed and she had a few random strands of red pubic hair peeking out from 
the thong. I loved that!

Of course, once I ripped off the bottom half of her gown, Muffy became 
completely insane and lost all emotional and physical balance. She started 
screaming at me, while she insanely charged me. 

I sidestepped her the way a matador would a bull and whipped off her top 
as she ran by. And that’s when I got my second surprise. She was wearing 
some weird sort of wrap around her breasts, which almost flattened them 
completely. Apparently she had huge breasts and wasn’t happy with them or 
something. I don’t know, some chicks are strange like that.

When I pulled her top off her, she stumbled and fell hard on to the gym 
floor. I quickly leaned down and relieved her of the rest of her clothing, 
including her high heel shoes! When she pulled herself to her feet and 
realized she was standing stark naked at the home coming dance, I think 
her mind snapped. She began screaming at the top of her lungs and ran off 
wildly out of the gym and into the hallway.

‘Oh no, you don’t,’ I thought. ‘You’re not getting off that easily.’ 

And I took off sprinting after her. Once I reached the corridor, I saw her 
already at the far end and still running wildly. I realized I would never 
catch her in the tight dress I was wearing, so I whipped it off. I took 
off after her again, this time I was totally naked and able to run much 
faster.

I fully expected about half the dance crowd to be following us soon, but 
what happened was Eric stopped them by blocking the door and quietly 
suggesting to let us work it out for ourselves. What a man my lover was; 
the quarterback for the unbeaten football team, a straight A student, that 
he earned with hard work and study, the respect of his peers and of course 
– me!

As I pounded along behind Muffy, I suddenly realized that I had been 
fooled by her traveling with her little group of stooges into not 
realizing she hadn’t come with a date. No one had asked her! Of course I 
immediately felt sorry for her and, as is my way, my anger just evaporated 
as water returns to the sky. I continued to run after her, but I had a 
different agenda in mind now.

Muffy suddenly veered right into the coach’s lounge, I was uncertain as to 
why. I didn’t know if she was hoping to fool me, just couldn’t run any 
further or was just ready to fight. I followed right behind her and there 
she stood waiting for me – legs spread wide and her hands on her hips! She 
looked gorgeous. Gasping for breath, flushed with her recent efforts, she 
had huge breasts, a narrow waist and her red haired pubic thatch looked 
wild and overgrown. Muffy, indeed!

Muffy exclaimed with some shock in her voice, “Sara, where are your 
clothes?”

“Right here,” I explained, as I threw my dress over on a table.

I advanced on her as Muffy attempted to take on a fighting stance, but she 
appeared just too exhausted to fight anymore. That was good as far as I 
was concerned. I stepped up and embraced her firmly pressing our naked 
bodies together. “You’re beautiful,” I murmured to her.

“No, I’m not!” exclaimed the young woman emphatically and she attempted to 
push me away, but I hung on as if for dear life and it might have been so 
– hers.

“Yes, you’re are,” I reaffirmed, while reaching down with my left hand and 
pressing on her clit. “But why do you try to hide your breasts so?”

“I’m not pretty,” Muffy insisted, while squirming to my ministrations to 
her clit. “I’m ugly.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded, while reaching behind 
and pressing her even closer to me.

“I’m ugly! My father has told me that every day of my life. My breasts 
offend him. He wanted a son, so I try to be his son.”

“Oh my Gawd,” I complained, “I’ve heard some happy horsecock in my life, 
but that takes the cake. Your father needs to be stripped naked on cable 
TV and flogged with a whip until he is bloody and near dead.

Muffy giggled. I think her nerves had been stretched so thin, between me 
and being stripped naked and now this, that she had finally cracked. Her 
giggles turned into guffaws and she laughed and laughed. I took this 
opportunity to lead her over to the couch in the coach’s lounge and lay 
her on it, in more ways than one.

I lay down on top of her beautiful body, while continuing to push on her 
love button and I also began to passionately kiss her snaking my tongue 
into her beautiful mouth. Muffy finally decided to get into the spirit of 
the occasion and she returned my kisses, while moving her hand behind and, 
locating my labia, she stuck three fingers into my distended pussy. Oh 
God, now this felt good. We were both moaning and writhing on the couch.

Muffy asked, “Sara, would you call me a name?”

“Sure,” I groaned, thinking she wanted me to call her something dirty or 
maybe I was finally gonna learn her real name. “What is it?” I asked, 
while continuing to move her clitoris.

“Little Bit,” was her surprising answer. I am almost laughed right in her 
face, until I realized it was probably her childhood name and remembered 
that my name from my childhood was Bubblegom. I was awfully glad I hadn’t 
laughed, when she froze me with her next words. “My daddy used to call me 
Little Bit, back when he loved me.” 

And then she began to sob uncontrollably. I began to tear up myself. I 
can’t stand to hear someone else cry, it always make me cry also. I 
stopped what I was doing and reached up and just hugged her to me and even 
rocked her a little, as she continued to cry. Finally she began to gain 
some control over her sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” she sniffled.

“Nothing to apologize for,” I told her. Suddenly I understand it all – her 
way of dressing, her lack of boyfriends, and her snotty attitude. It was 
all protection from being treated like a young woman. Actually she was a 
sad little girl. After my rocking had induced her to a near drowsy state 
and she appeared happier, I whirled around on the couch and stuck my cunt 
up into her face, while I was left facing her labia for some 69 action.

“What’s this?” Little Bit asked surprised.

“That’s my pussy,” I giggled.

“Well, I know that. What’s it’s doing here?”

“It’s just hanging around?” 

We both start laughing after that. She took my hint, after I began to lap 
her open labia, while manipulating her clit with my hand. I have no idea 
to this day what she was doing back there, but good grief, whatever it was 
felt heavenly. I don’t know if she had stuck her nose up me, or a 
zucchini, or her whole damn hand, but whatever it was she kept thrusting 
it into me again and again until the cum cascaded from me. It felt so 
fuckin’ good.

Suddenly Little Bit was moving around so much it was difficult for me to 
stay on her and her body started twitching and writhing and finally it was 
as if she experienced a death spasm, which it in a way it was, since it 
was death to the old her and birth to the new Little Bit and her orgasm 
came flowing out of her. 

“Fuck you daddy!” she screamed.

I reversed my position once again, and lay cuddled with her for a few 
minutes, while we intermittedly kissed. “That was wonderful, Sara,” 
declared Little Bit. “I would like to do that again sometime.”

“I think that can be arranged.” I smiled at the young beauty. 

Suddenly I heard Eric clear his throat in a stage cough and then he 
stepped into the room, carrying Little Bit’s outfit. “I hope I’m not 
interrupting anything.

I offered Eric my best smile. “Hi lover,” I called out. “No, we’re 
finished.” 

At that statement, I couldn’t help but notice that my new friend blushed 
deeply and I giggled at her. My main squeeze handed Little Bit her outfit 
and then gallantly turned his head while she donned her attire, even 
though he had certainly been looking at her nakedness the entire time. I 
used this opportunity to also dress. We all walked out of the college 
gymnasium building together; Little Bit having decided she had no further 
interest in returning to the dance. She told me later that she flew home 
the next day, stood in front of her father as he sat in his easy chair 
reading the newspaper as he did every evening and stripped off completely 
stark naked and yelled, “Look at me, daddy! I’m your daughter, not your 
son!” 

Good for her, I say.

Later we were parked in Eric’s driveway and rutting like wild animals in 
the back of his SUV. We were both stark naked and Eric was hunched over my 
behind plunging into me dog style, when he suddenly spoke, “You know, Sara 
I was there the whole time you were with Little Bit.”

“Little Bit!” I exclaimed. “You heard all that?”

“Uh huh,” Eric smiled. “And I just wanna tell you – you’re something 
else.”

“Oh yeah,” I responded. “Well, I’m a lot more than that and don’t you 
forget it!

The End 





 
The Cheerleader Tryouts
by BobDogwood ©
As the time went by in the early fall that year, Eric and I went out 
several times. Each time we would do something different; the first time 
we went out we made love, the second time we fucked, and the third time we 
screwed our little brains out. 

I began to learn the intricacies of football, as we would be laying 
together somewhere; both of us stone cold stark naked and Eric would 
lightly diagram certain game situations and/or specific plays with a red 
magic marker. 

For instance, if the offensive team had the football at my navel and was 
headed downwards, Eric might diagram a play in which the quarterback would 
step back two steps, stop, look around quickly, fake a pass by pumping 
once, but not following through, faking a handoff to the back crashing by 
him and then turning and following the back into the four hole and 
hopefully running safely behind him and scoring a touchdown at my pussy! 
More often than not these skull sessions would be interrupted by something 
large moving and becoming wedged in my endzone!

Quite naturally after a few of these sessions, I decided I wanted to be a 
cheerleader and I was bright red from my tits to my cunt from the magic 
marker. Haha! Just kidding, but not about wanting to be a cheerleader. 

Now, of course I couldn’t be a varsity cheerleader, because I was only a 
freshman. Although I was allowed to go out for the varsity, Eric advised 
me that I should stick with the freshman team. 

When I mentioned it to Kristine and Nicole, they said they wanted to do it 
too. I thought that was way cool, so we went out for cheerleader tryouts 
together.

The university freshman football schedule began later, because no one knew 
who the frosh team would consist of until the semster started, when both 
the beginning students would come out for tryouts and it became clear 
which freshmen weren’t ready to play on the varsity. 

The varsity had already won its first two games by lopsided scores by the 
time the freshman football team would be officially formed.

Now of course you have to understand that up until a certain point I had 
nothing to do with this one. This particular incident was actually caused 
by Kristine and Nicole, who thought they were protecting me. I think it 
turned out they were incorrect in their assumptions, but their hearts were 
in the right place, at least. In my case, my everything is in the right 
place!

We already had realized we were going to be chosen for the squad just for 
the reason that Eric had mentioned and there was another girl, who I 
thought was certain to be chosen also. Kristine and Nicole strongly 
disliked her, and said they thought she was a hoity-toity stuck-up bitch, 
but I strongly disagreed with that. 

I explained to them that I thought she was just shy and didn’t know 
anybody in the school and acted that way, because she was attempting to 
keep others at arms’ length to protect herself. Maybe she had had some bad 
experiences while in high school school.

Her name was Rebecca and I later found out she was a year older than me. 
That was another thing she felt badly about. She thought if people knew 
she was a year older, they’d think she had failed because she was stupid, 
but that wasn’t the case. It was just when she was young her family had 
moved so much she ended up losing a year. 

She was very, very pretty with light brunette hair streaked with blonde 
highlights, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was between five feet, three and 
five feet, four inches tall and appeared to have a figure beneath her 
clothing that promised earthly delights, if you know what I mean; just the 
kind of firmness that most young men love – me too! Mwahaha.

Apparently in this particular case, it didn’t matter to Kristine and 
Nicole what I thought about it, because they just went about their evil 
machinations in secret. My good friends would seem to have a promising 
future in wardrobe design for a major movie studio, as they waited one day 
for Rebecca to leave, while I was still back in the shower room 
masturbating. 

That was another thing that put my friends off about the young woman. They 
insisted, since she never showered after practice, that there was 
something hideously wrong with her or even – gasp – she was really a boy! 
I attempted to explain again to them that this fit my theory that she was 
just shy and non-trusting, but they just didn’t want to hear it.

To return to the day in question, immediately after Rebecca left to go 
home, Kristine and Nicole popped open her locker easy as pie despite it 
being secured with a combination lock. I had shown them how to do that. 
Oh, bad me! – slaps self. 

They substituted her cheer leaders’ uniform with another one they had 
doctored. I don’t know exactly what they did, but apparently they had 
loosened some threads here and loosened some threads there. They removed 
entire sections by taking the threads out and then refastening them very 
weakly. 

We had matching cotton knickers and a bra that went with the uniform and 
they had even ‘fixed’ those. Placing the substituted uniform and underwear 
into Rebecca’s locker, Kristine fastened the combination lock and no one 
was the wiser.

At least I certainly wasn’t when I finally came out of the locker room, 
and Kristine and Nicole started kidding me about why did it take me so 
long to shower. I did notice on the way home that, at certain times, they 
would shoot looks at each other and giggle. But you know young women, if 
you worried every time they did something like that you’d end up a 
blithering idiot. I mean more than you are now – Mwahaha!

After classes the next day we all went down to the locker room as usual to 
dress out for cheerleader tryouts. When we arrived I noticed that Rebecca 
must have rushed from her last class and came straight to the locker room 
to undress in privacy. 

I casually mentioned that as we were changing and Kristine shot another 
pointed glance at Nicole. At the time, I really didn’t think much about 
it, but later I remembered it. 

We left the locker room and went outside to the athletic field, where the 
varsity, and freshman teams were all practicing at different ends of the 
field. Our cheerleader tryouts happened to be held that day on the 
sideline where the varsity was practicing. 

I really dug that because every once in a while I could see Eric and he 
would wave at me when the coaches weren’t watching.

The woman, who was in charge of our tryouts, finally came out. Naturally 
enough she is not a physical ed teacher, because all of them are involved 
with coaching various sports. She was one of those cutesy drama 
instructors, who was a cheerleader in high school and she thought she was 
so precious. 

You know the type, I’m sure. Her name was Ms. Lyons but she insisted we 
call her Bettina, when we weren’t in class with her. I guess if I were a 
guy I wouldn’t have minded jumping her bones some because she was very 
cute, but she didn’t turn me on at all. I couldn’t stand her personally 
and she was very small standing about five foot. That was way too small as 
far as I’m concerned. It’d be like fucking a child.

Bettina had us do some basic warmup exercises, nothing very strenuous – 
just something designed to stretch the muscles out some before starting 
the actual drills. She had us do this in order to help avoid such things 
as hamstring pulls, and turned ankles and such. 

Then Bettina clapped her hands in an over exuberant manner calling us to 
begin our drills. She shouted out the first exercise, which involved two 
of the participants providing a base for the third participant to climb 
up, so the actual cheer involves the third person having one leg on each 
of the two girls she is standing between. I know you’ve seen something 
like this before.

Anyway unluckily for Rebecca, she was the middle participant between 
Nicole and Kristine. I’m positive, although they never would admit it, 
that as soon as Rebecca began climbing up on them, not being content with 
knowing that her uniform would quickly fall apart from the areas they had 
loosened on it, Kristine and Nicole began to ‘help’ by grabbing at certain 
threads while they were helping her up. 

By the time Rebecca had achieved the top height of standing with one leg 
on each of their shoulders, her entire uniform including her underwear had 
just seemed to melt away with pieces of it tumbling everywhere.

Rebecca did the worst possible thing she could have done upon discovering 
that she was now standing stark naked almost five and half feet off the 
ground. She began to scream calling attention to herself from all over the 
field. And as luck would have the varsity was on a short water break, so 
she got all of their undivided attention too. 

It used to be in football that the coaches thought it was bad to give 
water breaks, but since all those athletes have dropped dead down here in 
this hellish Florida heat, a player only has to look slightly hot and he 
can get some water.

The guys were whistling and hollering and I’d agree it was with good 
cause. Rebecca was every bit as beautiful beneath her clothing as I’d 
thought she’d be; nice high firm breasts with luscious appearing nipples, 
a figure that went down to a narrow waist and then flared out nicely at 
the hips, fine looking legs, and beautiful pubic hair that was blonde 
streaked that matched the hair on her head. 

The totally naked girl continued to scream completely out of control, as 
Kristine and Nicole were holding her legs in a manner that prevented her 
from jumping to the ground. Before I could reach their side to convince 
them to lower her, Bettina became involved and ordered them in no 
uncertain terms to allow the now crying girl to jump down.

As soon as they acquiesced to the teacher’s order, Rebecca raced toward 
the girls’ dressing room and soon had disappeared into the building. 
Stopping to give my friends a substantial angry stare, I then informed 
Bettina that I would go talk to the hysterical student. Bettina 
immediately appeared grateful and thanked me. I don’t know what they teach 
these people in college, but it sure isn’t anything about how to help a 
student. I hurried after Rebecca into the school.

I went straight to the women’s locker room, because I assumed she wouldn’t 
have headed anywhere else in the school since she wasn’t dressed. Upon 
entering the locker room, I initially didn’t observe her anywhere, but 
then I heard her weeping. I finally located her back in the shower room. 
I’m not sure what led her back there, but I was thinking she probably just 
instinctively went as far away from others as she could. She was slumped 
on the floor in the corner of the shower room.

I didn’t want to scare her, so upon entering the room, I spoke, “Rebecca?”

“Go away.”

I treaded my way to where I was standing directly behind her. I placed my 
hand on her bare back. I felt a distinct shudder run through her and she 
attempted to pull away. “Go away,” she repeated.

“Rebecca,” I began, “it’s not the end of the world. It’ll be alright.”

“They all saw me naked!” the young woman wailed and began loud weeping 
again. So far I wasn’t doing very well with this crisis counseling 
bullshit.

“So what?” I rejoined. “I’ve been naked in public hundred of times.”

“Yeah,” Rebecca replied bitterly, “I’ve heard about you, you’re crazy.”

Actually I wanted to laugh and agree with her, but I realized that 
wouldn’t help her. I attempted a different tack. “Rebecca, do you like 
men?” I asked.

The very attractive young woman stopped crying and half turned her head 
peering at me with a sudden quizzical expression across her facial 
features. “Of course,” she replied tentatively.

“Well, then,” I responded, knowing I was beginning to get to her. “You’ll 
have plenty of requests for dates this afternoon. Wait until Kristine and 
Nicole see how they actually helped you. Man, will they be pissed. And 
look at this way – you’ve now entered legendary status in the history of 
our university. In three short weeks you’ve managed to accomplish 
something that will be remembered fondly forever.”

Luckily enough for me and I guess for Rebecca in the long run, she had a 
good sense of humor and began to see the absurdity in the whole thing from 
what had happened to her to my own rather insane blathering and she began 
to giggle. 

Soon she was laughing uproarishly and I joined in. As soon as I thought it 
was safe, I reached down and helped her off the shower room floor and just 
held her in my arms as one would hold a small child. I had no sexual 
thoughts at that particular moment, which was highly unusual for me.

Finally stepping back, Rebecca was able to offer me a small smile and she 
murmured thank you. I of course told her that anytime I could help I would 
be glad to. As I started to turn away, Rebecca asked, “Are you bi?”

That question caught me a bit by surprise, but I answered, “Why, yes. Are 
you?”

“No, I don’t think so,” the naked beauty replied. “At least I never have 
been, but I wondered if you would like me to kiss you one time as a way of 
thanking you for your kindness.”

I certainly knew a come-on line when I heard one, so I stepped forward and 
wrapped my arms around her in an embrace holding her close to my body. She 
was shaking slightly and I don’t think it was because she was cold. 

Rebecca was slightly taller than me and I looked up into her winsome face 
and murmured, “You are so beautiful and feel so good. I could stay like 
this for hours.” The young woman flushed and didn’t say anything, but 
neither did she complain or pull away.

Finally I began to kiss her on the lips; gently at first until I could 
tell she was somewhat comfortable with it and then I began to kiss her 
more passionately. As Rebecca began to respond in like kind she slightly 
opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue in. 

She moaned and put her hands under my cheerleader sweater and rubbed them 
all over my back. I lowered my hand and cupped her breast. It was fulsome 
and firm. She gasped when I lowered my head and began to suckle her nipple 
and then she began to squirm. I don’t believe anyone had ever done that 
for her. 

When I moved my mouth to her other nipple, Rebecca reached down and 
grasped the bottom of my sweater and pulled it completely over my head and 
then down my arms and off my body. Again the good looking young woman 
gasped; this time when she became cognizant of my bare breasts. She hadn’t 
realized that I hadn’t been wearing the standard issued cheerleading bra.

I lowered my right hand down to her pussy and stuck my middle finger in 
and began probing with it. Again Rebecca began moaning and writhing 
against me. 

She whispered, “I’m a virgin.” 

I whispered in return, “Well love, I don’t have the physical equipment to 
remedy that particular problem,” causing her to giggle. When I moved my 
hand against her clit feeling it grow hard, she pushed my short skirt to 
the floor.

“My God!” she exclaimed. “You weren’t wearing any knickers either!”

“I never wear underwear,” I explained. “I like to always be ready for 
action.”

As Rebecca was thinking about that, I lowered to my knees and began to 
thrust my tongue hard against her clitoris again and again harder and 
harder. She was tearing at my hair with her hands while moaning and 
arching her back. It was getting hard for me to control her and I had to 
pull her closer by placing my hands on her beautiful bottom. I could tell 
she was getting very close and I went at her clitoris even harder and was 
pulling her pussy right up into my face.

Suddenly Rebecca cried out, “Oh Sara! I’m cuuuummming!” And she did. All 
over my face.

Later, after Kristine and Nicole came in and finally apologized to Rebecca 
after I glared at them long enough and she was kind enough to forgive 
them, we all left together; another member having been added to our group. 
Mwahaha!

The End 






 
Kidnapped
by BobDogwood ©
I don't know if you have read any of my earlier reminisces, so I will risk 
offending some of my older readers by offering a certain immodest 
description of myself. I am a five feet, two inch tall young woman and 
have shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I wear a 34C cup, have a 
twenty-four inch waist and had a tiny bit of a bubble butt. All in all, 
I'm pretty hot and have no difficulties at all attracting boys and, in 
some cases, grown men.

Well, I would 'visit' with Mr. Boyd, the boy's high school gym teacher, 
two or three times a week, and I would 'see' Thad, our assistant minister, 
on Tuesday evenings after choir practice and on Sundays after the service, 
so you can see I was definitely sexually satisfied during that period. 
Haha! 

In fact, I was helping to raise our national orgasm index quotient. That's 
an important stat, you know – the higher the orgasm index quotient is, the 
lower the homicide rate is. Honest to God, that's because there is more 
coming than going. Mwahaha!

By this time it was nearing the end of May and the school year was going 
to end soon. I don't know about where you grew up, but in Florida we got 
out of school about the first of June. But we have to start school before 
Labor Day and, of course, we don't get any snow days, so it all balances 
out in the long run. I had just had my nineteenth birthday and I had one 
heckuva of a birthday party, but I'll tell you about that another time.

I think because the school year was drawing to a close and Mr. Boyd hadn't 
been able to figure out one way that he would be able to see me over the 
summer, he became super horny and was banging me all the time. But I had 
no complaints, I loved it and it was helping the country too, you know – 
haha!

On Thursday afternoon in the last week of May, Mr. Boyd had to go to a 
special teacher's meeting at four o'clock concerning graduation 
ceremonies, so after we had finished fucking I felt at loose ends. Not 
having anything better to do, I decided I would walk down to the mall. I 
would probably run into some of my friends there. 

As I left the school property and started walking down beside the busy 
thoroughfare that led to the mall, I had the strangest feeling that I was 
being followed. When I turned around to look, I only saw a young woman 
wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, who was driving some kind of a late 
model Pontiac. I don't know very much about cars. It just looked as if she 
were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and was condemned to creep along 
behind me. I figured that was probably the reason I felt as though I was 
being followed.

I went down a ways further and the traffic had started to loosen up, but 
this woman was still behind me. I was beginning to get pretty paranoid 
about the whole thing, but I told myself I was acting like a nit wit. 
Well, guess what – I should have listened to myself, because myself was 
right! Mwahaha!

Right then the Pontiac swooped into the curb and, just as I was walking by 
the car, the woman threw her door wide open knocking me ass over tea 
kettle onto the sidewalk. She jumped out of the car lickety split, opened 
up the rear door of the auto, and threw me in to the back seat quickly. 

The young woman took out a huge roll of duct tape and yanked my arms 
behind my back and ran that roll around my wrists five or six times and 
then tore it with her teeth. Honest to God! This woman was crazed! She 
tore the duct tape roll with her teeth! I was beginning to get a glimmer 
of understanding who this might be, but I was hoping I was wrong. 

She then wrapped the roll of duct tape around my mouth and cut off my 
means of communication. Lucky I wasn't asthmatic – it might have killed 
me. I bet that dumb bitch didn't even consider that.

The crazy lady then jumped back into the driver's seat and we took off 
like a rocket to Mars or something – Vroom! Apparently she didn't care if 
I saw where we went or not, because she didn't cover my eyes or anything, 
but it didn't matter anyhow. I had no idea where we were after awhile. It 
was somewhere that I wasn't familiar with. Finally we arrived at our 
destination and she opened up her garage door with one of those garage 
door openers that you use from your car. Those are very convenient when 
you're abducting someone. Mwahaha!

So she pulls the car into the garage closing the door behind us. She 
hustles me out the back seat and she's none too gentle about either. The 
young woman was throwing me around, as if I were a rag doll. She was 
considerable taller than me and didn't have any difficulty at all making 
me do whatever she wanted.

Stepping into the house, we started down some basement steps. Now in 
Florida, most houses don't have basements, because the entire state is a 
dredge area. That's right, the entire state is dredged sand from the 
bottom of the ocean, but some of the older houses do have basements.

After reaching the basement floor, the crazy woman pushed me to the very 
back. It was fairly dark naturally and she was becoming quite irritated 
with me, as she was banging me into various things, such as, old 
furniture, and boxes of long unwanted items.

Finally something inside of me snapped and my mouth overcame my common 
sense and, despite still having my mouth covered with tape, I exclaimed, 
"Hey! Lighten up, bitch!"

I guess she could understand the gist of what I said despite it being 
muffled, because the words were barely out of my mouth, when the insane 
acting female smacked me hard across the back of my head! 

"Ow!" I complained.

She snarled, "Shut up before I really hurt you."

We reached the very back part of the basement and she pushed me against 
the wall and knelt down and duct taped my ankles together. I'd always 
wished I'd used that opportunity to slam my knee up against her temple, 
but even if I had – what would I have done then? My arms were taped behind 
my back and my lips were sealed, so to speak. I had no idea where I was. I 
would have had a very difficult time just opening an unlocked door!

The woman stepped away from me, leaving me slumped against the back wall.. 
She took off her sunglasses and baseball cap. She lay her sunglasses down 
and she shook out her long brunette hair.

The woman was quite attractive. She had an oval face, a classical nose and 
a wide mouth and was wearing a quite short brown dress. Judging from what 
I could see from the plunging neckline of her dress, her breasts were 
substantial. But then she had been quite good looking the last time I saw 
her, also. You see, I knew who she was. She was Mr. Boyd's girlfriend! I 
remember him introducing her as Catherine.

She declared, "I think I observe just a modicum of intelligence in your 
eyes and you have remembered where you know me from."

The attractive woman stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of my chin in 
a vise like grip. "You stay away from my boyfriend or I will fuck you up! 
You are going to ruin his life, cause him to lose his teaching license and 
possibly go to prison. Now I am going to remove the gag for a minute. I 
want to hear your answer."

Man, when she ripped that duct tape off my mouth, that smartened me up a 
little, whew! Catherine asked, "Are you going to stay away from him?"

I don't know what gets into me at times like that, but I always get 
rebellious. Plus I didn't know what the crazy lady's hidden agenda was, 
but I doubted she was just going to let me go if I told her I'd stay away 
from Mr. Boyd.

"Well," she demanded.

"Fuck you!" I suggested.

I'll have to hand it to her. I thought she would go off half-cocked and 
start yelling at me and beating at me, but she didn't. Catherine stood for 
a moment, and then almost musingly said, "Fuck me? No, I don't think so, 
dear. Fuck you!" the crazed woman exclaimed, while slapping me hard across 
my face.

When she pulled her hand back for another swipe, I was ready and, this 
time when she brought it down across my face, I bit it and hung on for the 
ride!

"Ow!" she screamed.

Catherine naturally attempted to yank her hand from my mouth to no avail. 
It turned out later I had bitten her almost down to the bone and human 
bites can be quite nasty and become easily infected. When she couldn't 
obtain the use of her hand again, she attempted to convince me in another 
manner. The crazed woman reached out with her left hand and pulled my 
short skirt off in one swipe. I wasn't wearing any underwear, as usual. I 
guess she thought that was going to embarrass me or something.

After pulling my skirt off didn't have any affect, Catherine grabbed my 
blouse at the top button and pulled down, opening it for a full view of my 
bare breasts The blouse couldn't fall off because of arms being held 
behind my back. That, of course, didn't stop me either.

The brunette woman reached down with her left hand and began to manipulate 
my clit. Now that did give me pause – let me tell you. The more she pushed 
on my 'love button,' the more my grip with my mouth on her hand lessened 
until she finally just lifted her hand from my mouth. 

Instead of stopping what she was doing to hit me, Catherine lowered to her 
knees in front of me and replaced her finger with her tongue. Now this is 
what I was talking about when I referred to a hidden agenda. Whether she 
was aware of it or not, this is what the young woman wanted to do to me 
the entire time.

She reached up and manipulated my nipples, which were already erect, but 
making them harder while she continued to lap at my pussy, sending waves 
of ecstasy cascading through my body. Suddenly my orgasm hit with my cum 
flowing out of me. Catherine seemed intent on drinking down every drop. 
When I had finished, the woman looked up at me with her lips glistening 
and smiled.

And that's all there was to it. Catherine agreed to take me home on her 
way to the emergency room to have her hand looked at. It surely needed 
some stitches. Mwahaha! 

But she had her revenge on me big time. The pretty woman just threw me in 
the car, as is and dropped me on the sidewalk in front of my house. As she 
sped away, I glanced around my suburban neighborhood at dusk and noticed I 
was quite the spectacle standing there stark naked with my ankles bound 
and my hands tied behind my back!

People were out mowing their lawns, working on their cars, playing catch 
with their kids, and gossiping with their neighbors. Naturally when they 
caught a glimpse of my stark naked beauty all activity ceased and they all 
stood and stared; except for the mothers. They were rushing around 
attempting to protect their children from what they already knew – that 
people were naked beneath their clothing! Oh lord, people are funny about 
the human body.

Of course not one of them came over to discover if they could help out so 
I hopped on up to the front door and somehow managed to finally get it 
open. You should have seen how my family looked when I came in. They were 
seated at the dinner table. They, of course, bombarded me with questions, 
but, as usual, I only gave them my name, rank, and serial number.

I turned and hopped on up the stairs to my room. Later my younger sister 
came and released me from the binds of the duct tape. I slipped under the 
covers and went right to sleep. After all, it had been an exhausting day! 








Sara Gets Shaved
by BobDogwood ©
Well, that had certainly turned out to be a rather weird start to the 
week, didn't it? We remained in Eric's bedroom for hours and continued our 
initial sexual foray. I switched between Erica and Eric the entire time. 
And no you perv, we didn't do any threesomes of me and the brother and 
sister act. Although personally, I would have been up for it. Hell, she 
ain't my sister. Mwahaha! You know what they say about that particular 
family situation, so I'm not gonna repeat it for you. First Christa had to 
go home at supper time, and then Krista had to go home in the early 
evening. I stayed all night, because Erica called my house and spoke to my 
mother and acted, as though she was Eric's mom and said that they just 
adored me so much. She asked if I could be allowed to stay there all 
night; she would make sure I got off to class in the morning. Of course my 
mother gave her permission.

I think I could be abducted by a molester and he could call my house and 
say, hey I'm keeping Sara overnight and they'd said alright. Mwahaha. I 
think my mom was just burned out about me and had let go emotionally, 
which of course is horrible parenting skills, but I loved it! It fit all 
my schemes exactly. By the way, speaking of molesters and I was, I 
personally don't think there is anything childlike about me any longer, 
but to a middle-aged child molester I might look like hot lunch to go. 
Haha! I'll tell you what – he or she, whatever the case may be, had better 
be one hundred percent super vigilant, because if they aren't and they let 
down for one second, I won't be cringing and crying. Nope, I will attack 
fully and attempt to cut out their genitals and stuff them in their 
mouths. Mwahaha! There is absolutely no earthly excuse for such human 
filth, as these pedophiliac exploiters of children. I personally know a 
number of young women, who were sexually molested while growing up and I'm 
here to tell you, they ended up plenty fucked up, emotionally and 
physically and will stay that way, unless they make a decision to talk 
about it; and talk about it a lot, and until they are able to work through 
it and let go of it. As incredible as it might sound to some of you, the 
young women themselves feel guilty and take responsibility for the 
behavior that was inflicted upon them. Such is the twisted psyche of the 
child, who has been abused.

Anyway, I slept all night sandwiched between Erica and Eric on Eric's bed. 
I felt so safe and secure for a change. In the morning, I woke up first 
and climbed up on Eric's early morning hard-on that young men are well 
known for and began to plunge up and down on it. As I was riding him, Eric 
opened his eyes at last from his deep sleep, smiled when he saw me up on 
top of him and murmured, "Is this rape, Sara?"

"Mwahaha!" I laughed heartily. "You bet your ass it is!"

Erica woke up from all the noise we were making, smiled when she observed 
us and wished us good morning. She then turned over on her side, propped 
her head on her hand and turned our love making into a spectator sport, 
while she worked her fingers in and out of her labia. As Eric's huge cock 
continued to be plundered by my descending and ascending pussy, I was 
experiencing a completely new set of feelings concerning getting up in the 
morning. As precum moisture formed at the apex of my vagina, I realized I 
was going to cum very soon, so I whispered to Eric to go for it.

Eric embraced me with his long arms and incredibly pulled himself up, 
where he was facing me close enough to begin to passionately kiss me. I 
heard Erica moaning, as she began to experience her orgasm by her own 
hand, although she was certainly using us as visual stimulation. I wonder 
which of us she was actually fucking in her mind?

Eric arched his back, threw his head back in ecstasy and literally howled 
like a werewolf in London, as he shot his hot load of cum into my 
beautiful young body, which triggered my own orgasm to come or, should I 
say, cum cascading from me. God, it put a whole different slant on getting 
up in the morning, believe you me.

Right then his mother knocked on the door and called out, "Eric, have you 
gotten up yet?"

'Haha,' I thought. 'He certainly has!' I couldn't believe it, when he was 
able to answer in his normal voice, "Yes, mom. I'm up." My lover was truly 
incredible.

……….

Eric and I finally did get to class and we were actually on time, which 
was a first for me in my freshman year. Mwahaha! I was always tardy, but I 
always caused such hella situations in my classes, often by sitting at my 
desk in a manner that flashed my pussy everywhere that my professors were 
actually glad, when I was late and would never say anything about it. 
Haha!

At lunch time, I ate lunch with Eric and Krista. It was one of the few 
times that I could eat lunch with Eric, because usually the coaches wanted 
the team to eat together. Some crap about team unity – you know, the team 
that eats together, shits together or something like that. Mwahaha! I 
think the coaches were away until later in the afternoon on some 
recruiting assignments.

Whatever it was, Eric and I certainly took advantage of the opportunity 
being offered to us. We sat on the far side of a table in the middle part 
of the row with our backs facing a cafeteria wall, while Krista sat across 
from us. No one could or would pass behind us. As Eric prompted Krista to 
talk about how she was doing in her classes, I, very surreptitiously so as 
to not attract Krista's attention or anybody else's for that matter, 
slipped my right hand beneath the table and unbuttoned Eric's jeans and, 
then while he acted as if he was just straightening up and changing his 
seating arrangement in the chair, I pulled them and his underwear down to 
the floor, leaving him basically sitting half naked in his chair in the 
college cafeteria.

He then snaked his left hand down under the table and pulled my short 
skirt from my waist and then allowed it to drop to the cafeteria floor. I 
kicked the skirt off my feet, because it was preventing me from sitting 
with my legs wide open. I then lowered myself just a tiny bit lower in my 
chair and reached over to Eric with my right hand under the table and 
began to stroke his prick, which had already begun to grow substantially, 
since I first pulled his pants down. Eric sat with an idiot's grin pasted 
on his face, as he stared at Krista. I made a mental note to ask Eric, who 
he had been thinking of when I was stroking his giant pecker.

My lover now reached under the table to my lap with his left hand and he 
began to roll my clit between two of his fingers, as though he had just 
found a marble and was preparing to roll it on the floor. Oh my God! 
Whatever he was doing to it felt so fucking good that it was all I could 
do to not cry out in bliss. As it was, it was causing me to move around in 
the chair in a rather peculiar manner and Krista had begun to immediately 
look at me with suspicious eyes. I think she knew immediately what was 
going on, but didn't know how to confront it.

The better I felt from my lover rolling my clit in his hand, the quicker I 
stroked his penis under the table and visa versa. Both of us were egging 
the other one on to further heights. When Eric and I began to moan lowly, 
I'm sure the expressions on our faces were too much for Krista to bear and 
she ducked her head under the table to confirm her suspicions, just as my 
stud-bunny and I began to cum.

"Oh my God!" she cried out.

Even though my hips were twitching in my chair, because of the cum that 
was forcing itself from my body, I still had the wherewithal to caution 
Krista, "Shh! You wanna get us busted?"

"But this is so wrong," Krista remonstrated with us, "beating each other 
off in public," although I noticed her head remained hidden beneath the 
cafeteria table, as she watched every bit of the semen shoot out of my 
lover's big prick.

When she finally resurfaced, her face was sweaty and quite flushed and she 
was having difficulty with just sitting in her chair. Mwahaha! We quickly 
readjusted our clothing, before somebody did see us. Eric was fortunate 
compared to me. He had jockey shorts he could put on plus long pants. All 
I had was the short skirt. Right, right, it's my fault I didn't wear any 
knickers. Like I knew in advance in the morning that Eric and I were gonna 
masturbate each other in the cafeteria during lunch. I pulled up my short 
skirt and stood up. I swear I heard myself squishing down there and a few 
drops of cum dripped out. I surely wanted to reach the girls' washroom and 
get myself cleaned up before my next class.

Just before we left the cafeteria, Krista asked me what I was doing after 
classes. I answered, "Nothing, why?"

"Oh, I've just got some things I want to talk about," Krista explained, 
attempting to sound nonchalant.

'Oh, hell!' I thought. 'She really is upset about this masturbation 
thing.'

As if reading my mind, my beautiful friend laughed and explained, "It's 
nothing bad, it's just some things I need to talk about with you."

"Ok, sure, I guess so," I agreed.

"Cool!" Krista responded. "I'll meet you out front, as soon as our final 
class lets out."

Sure enough, my friend was a woman of her word and she was patiently 
waiting for me outside, when I was finally finished for the day.

"Hey," I greeted my beautiful friend, while walking up to her.

"Hey, yourself," Krista laughed. She had such a wonderful laugh, all full 
of ringing musical bells and singing canaries.

"Where we going?" I wondered.

"My mom's here to give me a ride home. Do you mind going home with me?" 
Krista inquired.

"Hell no!" I exclaimed. "Let's ride, Clyde," and I took my friend by the 
arm and escorted her to her mother's car.

Her mother was real nice and treated us more like fellow human beings 
instead of small children, unlike my wacky mother, who thought I was a 
very sexy five year old.

When we reached her home, we went upstairs but not to her room. Instead 
Krista asked me if I minded joining her in the bathroom. I said, "Sure," 
but I guess my confusion was reflected on my face.

"You'll understand in a moment," the beautiful young woman assured me.

After we both were in the bathroom and Krista had locked the door with the 
inside lock, she directed, "Sara, would you be so kind as to remove your 
skirt?"

'Mwahaha!' I thought. 'Here we go,' and I quickly dropped my skirt on the 
bathroom rug. I leaned forward to kiss Krista, only to have her point her 
finger at my pussy and ask seriously, "What's that?"

"Your finger?"

"Very funny – NOT!" Krista retorted. "I'm being serious here, now what's 
that?"

I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to please my new best friend, so I 
wracked my brain to understand what she was attempting to show me. "My 
pussy," I answered.

"No, no!" the young brunette beauty impatiently exclaimed. Krista began to 
poke me just above my vagina with her finger for emphasis in her 
frustration. "Now what's that?" she demanded.

"My pussy hair?" I attempted once more to appease her.

Krista's entire body appeared to momentarily relax and she breathed a sigh 
of relief. "Close enough," she smiled. I swear I could hear birds sweetly 
singing whenever Krista smiled at me.

"I actually meant your overgrown pubic hair," the young woman explained, 
while straightening up.

"What about it?" I asked suspiciously.

"You certainly know it doesn't look good," Krista answered.

"I know no such thing," I answered, feeling extremely put out about all 
this. 'What the fuck is her problem?' I thought. "Lots of guys say they 
like it all wild like that," I further justified.

"You certainly realize it doesn't look sexy," my good friend persisted.

Oooh! Not sexy! That was hitting me where it hurts. "Ok, truth time," I 
told Krista, causing her to breath another sigh of relief. I realized at 
that time she had found this extremely difficult and had been worried 
about how I would take it. That made me feel good to know that she cared 
enough about me to confront me about an obviously sensitive subject.

"I tried to shave one time and I cut myself and I vowed that I would never 
do that again." My words all came out in a rush, due to my embarrassment 
and anxiety concerning this subject.

I could see the obvious sympathy in Krista's beautiful brown eyes. "Didn't 
your mother show you the right way to go about it?" she asked.

"My mother! Mwahaha! I don't think she has any pubic hair and she had her 
vagina sewed up immediately following my birth!"

My beautiful friend giggled and then replied, "I'll show you all you need 
to know."

I spontaneously offered a hug to Krista and when I straightened back up, I 
enthused, "I want mine shaved bald like yours."

She arched her eyebrow the way I love. "Are you sure?"

"Yep, yep, I'm positive. Yours' looks so hot!" I answered.

Krista just smiled, but I could tell I had really pleased her. "Okay, just 
sit down there for a minute."

While I lowered the toilet cover, and sat down, my good friend bustled 
around the small bathroom gathering up the shaving gel, her woman's safety 
razor and a pair of small scissors. My pubic hair resembled nothing less 
than a yard, which had grown unattended for years. Krista realized she 
surely needed to first prune back most of the growth with the scissors 
before beginning to shave me. She worked very slowly being extra careful 
not to pull, pinch, or God forbid, cut me. The pretty young woman 
understood if she hurt me in any manner that that would be the end of the 
whole undertaking.

After Krista had cut my overgrown patch of pubic hair with the scissors as 
short as she could, she applied the gel from the shaving cream can. It was 
somewhat cold and caused me to squirm around a little. My friend glanced 
up at me and smiled. "We're almost finished," she explained.

Krista was again as good as her word and, in a very few minutes, the area 
surrounding my cunt was as bald as a baby's butt. Rubbing it with my hand, 
I exclaimed, "That's the bomb, dog! It's looks great! Thank you so much," 
I gushed, as I once again spontaneously offered a hug to Krista.

This time the beautiful young woman returned my embrace, while reaching 
down with her hand and running her finger along my pussy lips. Since I was 
still sitting down, I reached up under Krista's skirt and pulled her 
knickers down to her feet. I unfastened her skirt and placed it on the side 
of the bathtub – remember, neatness always counts – and then buried my 
face in her lusciously naked cunt hole.

"Oh God, Sara!" the young woman exclaimed, while running her hands wildly 
through my hair.

Her labia quickly opened completely under the ministrations of my tongue 
and Krista was beginning to thrust her hips in rhythm with my tonguing, 
helping me to go even deeper. I was hotter than a firecracker myself with 
some sexual fluid leaking from my completely distended vagina on to the 
toilet seat.

I reached around the beautiful young woman with my right hand and pulled 
her even closer to me. Then I placed my middle finger into her virginally 
tight rectum and pushed it all the way inside of her and thrusted in and 
out. "Oh Sara," Krista moaned, "Do me, do me!" Suddenly she arched her 
back and twitched and quivered as the cum was forced from deep inside of 
her. "Oh, oh!" Krista cried out. I drank down every drop and did not 
remove my mouth from her glorious vagina, until she was completely spent.

I then pulled my girlfriend down on my lap and hugged her close to me. 
That's right, I now considered her my girlfriend. I didn't tell her, I 
didn't have to – she already knew. We sat like that for a number of 
minutes, hugging and randomly kissing, until suddenly there was a knock on 
the bathroom door.

"Krista, are you all ok? I thought I heard someone moaning," her mother 
called out.

"No, mom. We're fine, but thanks for asking," answered Krista.

"Ok, dear. Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

We listened quietly until we heard her mother walk away back downstairs. I 
looked at my new love and exclaimed, "Mwahaha!"

The End