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I Will Never Drink Again
by Joy - First Person (address withheld)

***

A day of shopping for a nineteen year old girl, who 
hasn't joined the vast group of females who shave their 
pubic hair off, meets an older wealthy man who enjoys 
her hair and her virginity. (M/f-teen, ped, reluc, 1st, 
mast, alcohol)

***

The afternoon was perfect for a stroll around the mall. 
When I awoke it was nearly nine in the morning, but for 
once I had slept in on a Saturday morning and after 
having a cup of cherry yogurt and green tea for 
breakfast, I took a bubble bath. While shaving my legs, 
I was tempted to shave off my muff, but the thick and 
lightly curled mustache over my mons was again given a 
reprieve.

For sometime now I had considered becoming a "baldy" as 
had for some reason become the trend among the younger 
set, and I had just read an article that even the older 
generation were whacking off there growth of pubic 
hair. Why, what was the basis for this strange female 
and even male, desire to shave their pubic hair off? I 
recalled when I was around eleven years old that I 
couldn't wait to get hair between my legs. My 
girlfriends and I all spoke in secret about when we 
would finally get hair on our kitty.

Then it happened when I was nearly thirteen and 
discovered one morning there was hair on my kitty. When 
or how that thin growth of maiden hair arrived on me 
still is a mystery. Over time my best friend Betsy grew 
a large amount of hair on her mons and along the lips 
of her vagina. By the time Betsy was fifteen her pubic 
area was a mass of hair and one day told me she had a 
surprise.

"Joy you won't believe me, but I must show you what 
I've done." With that comment I watched as Betsy stood 
up and pulled down her shorts and panties. Her massive 
growth of pubes was gone. In there place was a white 
patch of skin and there was a red rash from where she 
had shaved off her female pelt. That was my first 
experience to seeing a hairless vagina since all of my 
friends and I commenced getting our mark of adulthood.

I must have starred for a long time as I recall how 
Betsy asked me, "Don't you like it nice and clean? 
Maybe you should shave yours off, also."

"No way, I like the way it feels and looks. Besides I 
waited all my life for it to grow on me, and I will 
never shave it off."

After that it became common to hear other girls tell 
about shaving off there pubes and even a few girls told 
how there boyfriends were shaving there pubic areas. 
This seemed gross to me and couldn't consider shaving 
off my thick dark female locks.

After bathing and fixing my makeup, I put on a babydoll 
top and a mini skirt and my favorite pumps. I had 
originally slipped on a thong panty, but once I was 
dressed and checked myself out in the wall mirror, 
found that my hips were completely exposed if my skirt 
flipped. Waling over to my bed I sat down and looked at 
my image in the mirror. Wow, when I moved my legs 
around any at all, including crossing one leg over the 
other above my knee, I could view my panties a little.

Feeling provocative and slightly daring, I stood up and 
removed my thong. Today I will be bold and go without 
panties. This was something Betsy and another friend 
Camille did all the time. So what will happen if 
someone sees I'm not wearing my undies I asked myself? 
"Hey, if they are looking that close then they deserve 
a shot of my hidden spot," I said aloud.

For whatever the reason I had decided to shop alone 
today and I just wanted to enjoy a day without having 
to speak with anyone or about anything that would deal 
with boys or who had busted up with whom. Today was my 
personal day and at nineteen I wanted that day alone 
for a change of my life.

While selecting a pair of shoes a young high school boy 
was helping me try them on, I forgot the fact I wasn't 
wearing panties for the first time in my life, and the 
look on the salesclerk's face told me what he was 
seeing. I turned red and could feel my body becomes 
heated from the embarrassment of a male viewing my sex 
for the first time. Closing my thighs as the clerk 
eased the shoe on my foot, I stood up to see how the 
shoe felt.

"Perhaps you should try them both on and take a few 
steps to see if they fit properly," the clerk said in a 
haggard voice.

Sitting back down I slipped my left foot from the mule 
and as the clerk slipped on the new shoe, I once again 
parted my thighs. This time I was completely 
knowledgeable of what I was doing and wanted the boy to 
see my kitty. Had he not been seated on the shoe stool, 
I'm certain the clerk would have fallen over. His eyes 
were glued to my female area and I opened my legs 
another couple of inches.

Pretending to not be aware of what I was doing I asked 
the clerk, "Do you thing they look nice on me, and they 
seem to fit perfectly. Do you like...?" and with that I 
closed my legs and felt so wicked in the knowledge a 
boy had seen my sex.

Now at nineteen and still a virgin, I didn't even use 
tampons so I knew my virginity was still intact as they 
say in medical terms, but a male had looked at my sex 
and the hair growing over the slit as if it was a coat 
to keep it warm. Smiling at the clerk as he rang up my 
purchase, I needed to know what he thought of seeing me 
so personal and I asked him what grade he was in at 
school.

"I'm a junior and go to Southview Academy."

"That's a great school, and I understand that you have 
to be really smart to attend SA. What are you... about 
sixteen or so?"

"Yeah and where did you go to school?"

"Right now I'm taking courses at the junior college and 
studying to be a nurse, and then I will attend State to 
get my bachelor's degree. I'm on an Air Force 
scholarship and when I complete college in two more 
years I will be commissioned a second lieutenant in the 
good old USAF."

"That is great, as I'm in Junior ROTC and second in 
command of my unit. So guess we have something in 
common, right Miss...?"

Looking at his name tag, I told him my name. "Chris my 
name is Joy, and you are the first to every see my..." 
just as I was walking away, I added, "Hope you found me 
attractive, and you are the first man to ever see what 
you did today. Bye - bye." Without saying anything else 
and not giving Chris the chance to speak to me again, I 
walked out of the store.

Walking into the food court and ordering some fries and 
a shake, I took a seat near the aisle and watched the 
people walking past the entrance to the food court. 
After a short time I noticed a man watching me and he 
smiled and said hello as he walked toward me with his 
tray of food. To my surprise he stopped in front of me 
and asked, "Mind if I join you?"

Before I could respond he sat down across from me and 
told me his name, "Hi, my name is Brian. What is your 
name?"

A little shocked that a man, who appeared to be in his 
late twenties or perhaps even in his thirties would 
speak to me, but more than that, would sit down with me 
and not being invited. Yet I returned his greeting and 
told him, "My name is Joy."

"May I say you're extremely attractive Miss Joy?"

For the next several minutes we spoke of minor things 
and I discovered that the man was nice and told me he 
was thirty-two years old. When I informed him I was 
nineteen, he smiled and stated, "Just my age."

After perhaps another half hour, I told Brian that I 
was going to continue shopping and excused myself and 
strolled off to wander through the stores and finally 
decided to head for home. Walking past the fountain in 
the middle of the mall I spotted Brian and he waved at 
me and walked toward me.

"Nice to see you again Joy. I wonder, would like to 
have a cocktail with me and then dinner at my favorite 
watering hole?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm only nineteen and I 
don't really know you."

"Look, they won't question your age if you're with me, 
and it was extremely pleasant to speak with you 
earlier. So come on and let's enjoy the rest of the day 
and I promise not to create any problems for you."

For another few minutes we continued the dialog of our 
having dinner and finally I decided to be "grown up" 
and have dinner with a man I didn't know. Brian seemed 
very nice and was a well dressed man in a tan pair of 
slacks, an open neck club shirt and a blue blazer with 
an emblem on the coat pocket.

Getting into Brian's car, we drove to a building with 
an awning stretching out from above the entrance door 
to the street. A young man in a uniform opened my door 
and greeted me as he assisted me from the car. Then he 
spoke to Brian who was now standing next to me.

Entering the building with Brian I asked him, "Where 
are we and what is this place?"

"This is an exclusive club for members only and the 
name is simply, "PRIVATE" and I'm certain you will 
enjoy the atmosphere here as the décor is very French. 
Here, let's go to the Social Room for cocktails."

Just as he spoke we passed a hostess stand where an 
attractive young woman greeted us and asked, "Will you 
be having dinner with your charming guest tonight Mr. 
Wakefield?"

"Yes. Dottie would you have Pierre chill my favorite 
wine to go with a Chateaubriand, and perhaps some 
lobster for an appetizer."

Entering the room that Brian referred to as the Social 
Room I couldn't believe the way the room was decorated. 
After speaking with Brian about the room, he informed 
me the club had been built to resemble Versailles which 
was built by Louis XIV.

"What cocktail would you enjoy, or do you wish for me 
to order one for you my charming companion?"

"Brian, I have never had a drink before. Perhaps you 
should order for me."

The cocktail was a foamy drink that was light green in 
color and the alcohol was not strong like I had sipped 
from my father's glass the night I turned eighteen. My 
father loved his Johnny Walker Blue, or as he said to 
me at the time, "Red is good, but Blue is perfect."

After having two cocktails, we were escorted into the 
dinning room and it looked like photographs of 
Versailles mirrored hallway. The lights were just 
perfect so you could enjoy the walls of the room, but 
the tables were lighted so they did not cast a bright 
light on the gold décor of the table settings.

Brian and I enjoyed the meal and I felt like a queen as 
we dined on the fantastic food. Never in my life had I 
even known such a place existed, but over a final glass 
of wine I listened as Brian told how he had observed me 
trying on the shoes and my teasing the clerk in the 
shoe store.

"No, you didn't see me when I..."

"Yes I watched you and must say I love the hair that 
adorns your lovely temple of love. It is so wonderful 
to find a female who isn't into the crazy trend of 
shaving off the finest fur coat ever to grace a living 
animal, human, domestic or wild."

Oh Brian, I'm so embarrassed and please - please 
believe me, I've never done such a thing before in my 
life."

After chucking at my embarrassment, Brian changed the 
subject and we adjourned to a room with dark wood walls 
that had a brass sign on the door that read, "THE BAR - 
PRIVATE". Entering the bar was another surprise to how 
beautiful the club was that I was enjoying with a 
perfect stranger.

We sat at a corner table that was surrounded by live 
trees and large plants. When the waitress appeared I 
couldn't believe the brilliant red jacket and black 
tights and some type of stockings with a very high 
heeled red shoe. The waitress was absolutely stunning 
and her smile must have been from a painting as it was 
perfect as she asked, "What would you and your lovely 
lady like from the bar, Mr. Wakefield?"

While enjoying whatever it was Brian had ordered for 
me, I didn't mind when he took my hand in his. For 
several minutes we held hands and I felt his hand move 
onto my leg and he looked at me and while his hand 
slide up my leg to my sex, he spoke softly, "Joy, I 
must touch your charming thick mat of maiden hair. 
Please don't stop me, just let me touch you for a 
moment."

For the next few minutes I was being felt-up by a man 
for the first time in my life. Sensations were passing 
from my sexual opening to my brain and into my heart 
and just when I started to protest Brian touching me so 
intimately, his lips moved onto mine and in moments the 
world seemed to explode as I had an orgasm from his 
fingers playing in my sex and his lips on mine. The 
moment his tongue entered my mouth I climaxed for the 
first time with someone. I had masturbated and enjoyed 
doing so a couple times a week, but it had never 
created such a violent ending as I had just 
experienced.

"Wonderful, you went off didn't you Joy?"

"Oh Brian, I feel so..."

Once more I was feeling my bodying being toyed with and 
the passions were again speeding throughout my body. 
How or when I ended up stretched out on the sofa like 
seat where we were seated I have no idea. There was no 
doubt that the drinks were having an effect on me and 
my protest were not really strong or meant to stop 
Brain from bringing me to another orgasm.

Suddenly I felt Brian move on top of me and his lips 
sealed mine as I felt him moving his hand between us, 
and I was thinking he was only going to touch me even 
more intimately. 

Without hesitation I opened my legs as Brian asked.

Then I felt what I knew was his penis as he was pushing 
it into my body. I tried to stop his attack, but with 
the alcohol and the sensations of my clitoris being 
fondled, I was hopeless to stop the loss of my 
virginity.

"No Brian, stop I hopelessly said behind his lips on 
mine. With a sudden shove and then a couple more I was 
sobbing out from the pain of being penetrated for the 
first time. For the next several minutes I lay under 
the man I had allowed to take me to dinner and then 
cocktails. Now I felt the man who had given me sexual 
gratifications make a sudden and thrusting deep shove 
up into my body and he grunted out, "Aughhhh, oh baby 
I'm coming... ohhhhh yeah!"

There could be no doubt that a man was filling my sex 
with his semen and I felt some excitement in knowing it 
was occurring, but the act of losing my virginity 
caused me to become fearful. "I'm no longer a virgin," 
I said to myself, and felt a deep personal loss.

After a few moments Brian moved up off me and handed me 
a napkin and said I should hold it between my legs. 
Then asked, "Joy, you were a virgin, weren't you? Did 
you enjoy your first time sweetheart?"

I commenced crying and looking at Brian I sobbed out, 
"Why did you ruin me, you should have stopped. Now what 
do I do Brian?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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