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   DIANE'S AWAKENING - 3

   Sally telephoned Diane all excited.  "Guess what!  My dad finally opened
the pool!  Instead of going to the mall this Saturday, why don't you come
over here.  You can spend the night and we'll have the whole weekend!  We
can finally go swimming!" "Sounds great!" Diane jubilantly answered, "Its
supposed to be hot and sunny and we can work on our tans too.  I'll have my
mother bring me over about 9." "My parents have some sort of a meeting and
they won't be home until noon but it should be OK.  I'll check with my
mother, be right back..." as Sally put down the phone.

   As she waited, Diane thought of last year.  Sally's new house had a pool
and the two of them had spent hours in it.  Previously they had to go to
the public pool and it was like taking a bath with a hundred other people.
Now they had some privacy.  She heard Sally pick up the phone again.  "Mom
says its fine as long as its only you.  When she comes home, she told me
that we can invite the guys over.  Won't that be great!" "I can't wait!"
replied Diane excitedly, "I've talked to Tom every day since we met and its
been two weeks since I saw him.  He had to go some place with his parents
last weekend so I couldn't see him." "I know how much you like him." agreed
Sally, "I'd like to spend more time with Dave too.  Let me check with my
parents and see if I can have everyone here for the evening.  We could
order pizzas and rent a movie or two.  I think she'll let me and, just
between you and me, I'd really like to spend some time with Dave in
private, if you know what I mean..." "I don't know how private it will be
with me and Tom there," teased Diane, "but we'll figure something out.  Let
me know and I'll make arrangements with Tom." "OK Talk to you later...  and
besides, I still owe you for the movie theater show that you put on.  I'm
not worried about you two being there." quipped Sally, "Bye."

   Saturday came and Diane gathered her things.  She looked at her swim
suit.  It was two years old and a little small but it would have to do. 
Although she had matured, she hadn't grown that much, maybe an inch or two,
and she could still fit into most of her old clothes.  She just didn't have
time to buy another.

   Sally met Diane at the door and said, "Come on!  Let's change and get
into the pool!" and ran to her room.  Diane followed happily.  Once there,
the two shucked their clothes and put their suits on.  "Whoa!" Sally
exclaimed, "You can't wear that thing!" Diane, a little embarrassed,
explained, "I know that it looks a little dorkey but its the only one that
I have.  I didn't have time to pick up a new one..." "Don't worry!  Sally
to the rescue!" and Sally started to rummage threw her drawer.  After a few
moments she produced a bikini.  "This one's a little small for me.  Try it
on.  It will probably fit you." and tossed it to Diane.  Diane looked at
the suit.  She had never worn a bikini before but was excited to try one.
Her only concern was whether it would fit.  Sally was about 5 inches taller
than her and probably had 20 pounds on her.  Sally must have read her mind
as she stated, "Don't worry too much about the size.  Its a string bikini
and my mother didn't realize it but its adjustable.  You can change the
size of the top by sliding it closer and the bottom ties on both sides so
that will fit no problem."

   Diane quickly pulled off her suit and put the bikini on.  The bottom was
a little loose around her legs but it seemed to fit.  "Well...?" she
questioned Sally.  "We need to make a few adjustments," stated Sally as she
proceeded.  First she took the cups and pushed them together some making
the top smaller.  "That fixes that but there's another problem.  Go look in
the mirror." Diane walked to the full length mirror on Sally's closet door
and looked.  To her the suit looked fine.  She glanced quizzically at
Sally. "You don't see it, do you." mused Sally, "Look at the crotch." Diane
looked and now saw the problem.  Wisps of hair were poking out of the top
and around her legs.  She blushed.  "Its a good thing that you have me
around." mocked Sally, "Looks like I'll have to take care of that too.  Its
no big deal.  Just look at me, no hair sticking out.  I trim it and I can
trim you too.  Take the bottoms off and I'll be right back." Sally rushed
out of the room.

   Diane, not fully understanding what Sally was talking about, removed the
bikini bottoms.  She felt a little embarrassed.  Even though the girls had
just changed in front of each other, Diane was now just standing there nude
from the waist down.  Before she was just exposed but now she felt on
display.  Sally came back, dumped an array of things on the bed, and left
again without a word.  Diane sat on Sally's bed and put her hands in her
lap.  At least that way, she was somewhat covered...

   When Sally returned this time she was carrying a basin of water, which
she placed on her bedside table.  Diane just watched as she took one of the
towels from the first trip and spread it on the bed.  "Lie down here"
indicated Sally as she pointed to the towel, "and we'll get started." Diane
did as Sally requested, keeping her legs together, and waited.  Sally, in
an almost clinical way, picked up a pair of scissors and a comb and, using
the comb to pull up Diane's hair, started to cut.  As she did, she started
to talk.  "You know, I wish that we didn't even grow hair 'down there.' We
just have to cut it off.  It would be so much easier if it wasn't there in
the first place.  You know that it has to be trimmed.  You know something
else, some girls even shave it completely off.  I forgot to ask you, do you
want just a trim or would you rather be 'bald?' I can do either..."

   Having Sally talk to her as she was cutting, Diane's embarrassment
dissolved away.  Sally might as well have been cutting the hair on her
head. The fact that Diane was having her pussy hair cut really didn't
matter now.  "No," Diane began, "just a trim will be fine.  I'd feel a
little funny with no hair down there.  Good thing you're around.  I never
would have thought to trim down there...  I suppose that I would have
really looked retarded with hair sticking out all over the place.  How
often do you trim anyway?"

   "Every couple of weeks, I guess." answered Sally as she continued to
work.  "I never really paid much attention to how often.  I just go by
looks.  Your right about us having each other.  You have no idea how many
times you've helped me.  I'll bet you don't even realize some of the times.
Open your legs some so I can get the inside." Without a second thought,
Diane bent her knees and spread her thighs.  Sally continued her
conversation, "We're almost done with the cutting.  Then we just neaten
things up with a razor and its done.  After I finish you, you can do me."

   The word "razor" sent a little shockwave through Diane.  "Razor?  Isn't
that a little dangerous?  That's the last place I'd want a razor cut!"
"Don't worry," countered Sally, "as long as your careful, there's nothing
to worry about.  Besides, how else are you going to get the stubs left by
the scissors?"

   Diane accepted Sally explanation although she was still somewhat
apprehensive.  Sally had finished cutting, put down the scissors and picked
up a can of shaving cream.  With her free hand, she took a washcloth,
dipped it into the basin, and wet down Diane's crotch area.  Diane suddenly
was aware of her nudity once again.  She wasn't really embarrassed but the
wetness and the few drops of water running down between her butt cheeks
made her aware of her womanhood.  Sally, unaware of Diane's sensations,
proceeded to squirt some shave cream into her hand and rubbed it onto
Diane's sacred mound, causing Diane to squirm a little.  "Don't move,"
Sally admonished, "I don't want to slip with the razor." She then took the
razor and started to shave the previously trimmed areas.

   Diane's mind fought with her muscles to stop the movement.  She managed
to keep her hips still but found her hands clenching and unclenching.  The
scraping of the razor seemed to be creating tiny vibrations and Diane was
getting more aroused as Sally continued.  This persisted as Sally continued
to shave.  After what was an eternity in Diane's mind, Sally put down the
razor.  "Now we just put some oil on and we're finished." Diane wasn't
"finished" yet but what could she say?  Sally pored some baby oil into her
palm and placed that palm directly at the junction of Diane's legs.  Diane
couldn't help it.  Her hips jutted up.  Sally's oily hand moved in small
circles as she rubbed oil on the newly created bare areas.

   Diane's hips soon found the same rhythm as Sally's moving hand.  Her
body was moving slowly toward that erotic explosion that Diane so desired.
Both girls no doubt realized what was happening but neither wanted to
acknowledge it.  Diane's breathing had become ragged and shallow.  Her
climax finally hit and her small ass jutted up into the air.  Sally
continued to furiously rub.  Wave after wave hit Diane as she held her
breath.  She rode those waves as long as she could and, at the end, slumped
back onto the bed.  Sally just removed her hand and rinsed it in the basin.
After waiting for a few pregnant moments, she did not acknowledge what had
just happened but just said, "Well you're done.  Now you can do me.  I
think I'll try the "bald" fashion this time." As Diane sat up, Sally
removed her swim suit bottom.

   The two girls switched positions and Diane picked up the scissors and
comb and began trimming.  She hadn't even bothered to put on the swim suit
bottom.  After what had transpired, modesty seemed out of place.  Sally had
already spread her legs as she too knew what was coming.  Neither spoke. 
Diane continued her cutting and finished with the shave.  Sally was
obviously as "bothered" as Diane had been.  As Diane pored the oil onto her
palm, she looked down at Sally.  "That looks kinda sexy..." she thought to
herself.  Sally had no trace of hair on her pussy.  She looked like a
little girl except that her neither lips were protruding like no little
girl's.  Diane tentatively touched Sally's pussy as she administered the
oil.  She could tell that Sally was enjoying her touch.  Sally's hips were
gyrating and her breathing was as Diane's had been not too long ago.

   Diane found this situation very arousing.  It was not like when she was
with Tom.  With him, the arousal was self centered.  This was more of a
giving arousal.  She poked and prodded Sally and watched the reactions. 
Her friend was consumed in the moment and Diane found that her responses
were fascinating.  Some of her finger movements drove Sally's ass deep into
the bed and some lifted her ass right off the bed.

   It finally happened.  Diane saw what it looked like for a girl to have
an orgasm.  Sally's face contorted and she sharply inhaled.  Diane
immediately placed her finger on that little knob at the top of Sally's
slit and rubbed vigorously.  Sally's reaction was intense.  Her stomach
muscles were almost vibrating.  Although Diane was experiencing no real
physical reaction herself, she found the experience strangely satisfying.
She watched her friend bounce in ecstasy and them just seemingly pass out
on the bed.

   Sally laid there with her eyes closed and basked in her afterglow. 
After settling, she opened one eye and looked at Diane.  Diane was sitting
on the bed quietly not wanting to disturb her friend.  Sally broke the ice.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a swim." Both girls stood and
with no reference to what had transpired, put on their bottoms and headed
toward the pool.

   TO BE CONTINUED