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Subject: Stripping Shena 1/2 - Hair,M/F,sex
Date: 5 Jul 1994 17:13:06 -0400
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THIS STORY IS FICTION, BUT CONTAINS SEXUALY EXPLICT DESCRIPTIONS, IT
IS SUITABLE ONLY FOR ADULTS.
 
 
Stripping
 
Shena pouted and swung her crossed legs quickly under the bench,
sulking.
"Well," she protested," and what's wrong with still being a virgin."
Betty grinned, happy her barb  had gone home.
"Because guys are scared off is why."
"Well you were one too once... besides I'm not one anyway. I broke
it." Shena's rejoinder sounded weak, even to her, and Betty pounced.
"Fingers don't' count silly ... and it's you we are talking about -
and him."
"Well," again the pout and the truculent protest," I can loose it
whenever I want."
" Yeah, yeah, but it's who with that's important, that's what we're
talking about."
Shena nodded, deep in thought and more than a little excited.  Her
hands unconsciously drifted up to stroke her thick, dark hair.
"Yeah, I know, but it's you he really fancies, not me." Shena seemed
resentful and Betty grew consoling.  Reaching up her hand to join
Shena's in the dark ,shiny ,brunette mass she replied;
"I can fix you up with him anytime you agree to his idea .. come-on
Sheen, say yeah ?"
Shena shook her head, spilling her hair in a swirling fan about her
face, and they grew silent together again.  They were perched on the
empty bleachers, high above the Fighting Rams field and it was
already nearly 2 hours after school was out. Neither of them were in
any hurry though, to return to their respective and empty homes. As
they sat, Shena brooding and Betty plotting, the afternoon grew
cooler.  They wandered down the bleachers after a while, still
chatting but not saying what they were really thinking.  A tall,
rangy lad approached them, his face -covered in that doleful eruption
of puberty - split in a grin.
"Sheen, Bet .. watcher doing up there - waiting for John ?"
" Naw dear .. we were waiting just for you, you stud you." He knew
better than to rise the Betty's cruelty, having like so many others
in their class suffered it for years, and continued his own teasing.
"I hear Shena's gonna go punk for him .. or was that ape ?"
Shena did spit out a sarcastic reply as they swished passed him
towards the exit, but Betty just patted her arm and told her to
'Shhhh'.
Betty's red and deep blue hair caught the afternoon sun as they
stepped from under the bleachers shade, the stiffened and erected
mohawk contrasting with her smoothly shaved bald sides. Her darkly
rimmed eyes glittered, and the studs in her nose and ears also
reflected the strong light. Both girls wore black, rather tight,
pants with red suspenders hooked over their white, open collared,
shirts. Their heavy, masculine work-boots clomped loudly on the
bleacher's wooden sidewalk as they crossed towards the main gate,
still slow and reluctant to return to their homes ... as were many
other latch-key kids of  Rock Lake High.  In the center of such a
group John stood, head and shoulders above the rest, his
clipper-shaven head sprinkled with a 5 o'clock shadow of dark, coarse
stubble. He saw the two girls and broke out of the crowd and crossed
to meet them.
"Shit Betty where ya been ?" he growled, hooking his thumbs under the
suspenders whose pattern both girls had copied when they had
purchased their own.
"Talking to Shena about ya' John, up in the bleachers."  John
regarded Shena silently, his light blue eyes locking on her deep
brown stare. 
"Nice things right ?" He sneered.  Betty cooed at him and he grinned
broadly. 
"Gonna get that hair cut then , Shena - go proper punk?" He queried
the small form, so slender in her big boots.
"Might do." Shena muttered, then grew bold and meet his gaze." What's
it to ya ?"
" Come on .. you know I fancy yer .. I wanna do it for you." He
paused, then added." When ya ready for it of course." To make clear
the meaning of  'it', he thrust out his pelvis and ground his hips.
Betty burst into giggles and Shena blushed, but grinned as he turned
away to rejoin the others.  Giggling, their heads close together, the
two girls crossed over the street and began to walk down towards the
apartments where they lived.
 
 
"Seee Shena ! I told ya he fancied you." Betty was doubly smug.  She
had been proved right and, noting her friends softening and flush,
knew she was winning her power play.
Betty followed Shena into the apartment and went, unbidden, into her
bedroom as Shena peeled off right to go to the bathroom.  Shena left
the door open so she could call out to Betty, already slumped on
Shena's rumpled bed.  The tinkling of Shena's pee decorated her
words.
"He really does fancy me don't' he Bet ?" Despite the apparent
undesirability of such a 'catch' Shena's young voice expressed her
wonder.
"Told ya he did .. he'd be up you like a fuckin' rat up a pipe if you
gave him a chance."
Both girls giggled at the profanity, and Shena came into the bedroom
with her braces hanging down behind her, unbuttoning her shirt. She
kicked off the heavy boots .. using first one foot then the other to
peel them off her damp feet.. then shrugged out of the shirt.  She
stood in front of the mirror on her chest of drawers and cocked her
head to one side, regarding her firm breasts with their browny-pink
buds.  Betty stood up and behind her as Shena looked up in the
mirror, doubtful again.  Betty placed her hands at Shena's ears and
gathered her dark mass of hair tightly behind her neck, bundled at
the nape, smooth and tight to her head. Shena grinned and muttered a
protest as Betty, imitating John, bumped into her and ground her hips
into Shena's taut buns.
"I bet you'd love it .. imagine him stuffed up inside ya as the hair
all comes off ... bet you would .. come off too !" Betty was vastly
amused at her own quip, but Shena grew serious and dropped her eyes
shyly.
"Dunno Bet, I think it's a bit weird, kinky." Betty shrugged, her
experience with men, even though only half as broad as she claimed,
led her to believe that what girls thought of their role in sex was
incidental. In fact, despite her bravado, Betty actually did not
particularly care about sex and derived only one thing from the
experience. Power.  It was this feeling, of controlling, that led her
to set-up Shena's virginity as a target for her attention .. and for
John's. 
"'Course it is love, they are all kinky, but it makes their cocks
hard and that's what counts."
Shena giggled, and Betty noted did not blush this time. Betty still
held her friends hair clumped at her nape, and again imitating the
grinding of John, she butted her hips into Shena and pushed her
closer to the mirror until she half leant over the top of the
dresser. Pulling back on Shena's hair she lifted the brunette's eyes
to meet her own in the mirror... then slid her cool fingers under
Shena's right breast as began to play with the small, already
erecting, pert nipple.                            'I'd help ..."Betty
was panting a little as she bumped her hips into Shena." I'd be there
playing with ya as he fucked ya .. I'd help cut it off." This
reassurance did not seem to console Shena very much and she pouted
and twisted away to flop onto the bed.
" Christ Bet .. think what me dad would do to me if I turned up here
with a punk  haircut, he'd kill me, ya know he would." Shena's
definition of being killed matched Betty's own .. they were both used
to a rough-house beating from drunken fathers at a weekend.  Betty
shrugged.
"He does now, dunee ? Every weekend ? So what's new."
Shena small features grew serious again as she ruminated on this
logic, but she could not refute it so eventually her small, bright
teeth flashed again in her  tan and she giggled acceptance of the
point.  Betty pounced, assuming this was full acceptance of her
argument .. which then commenced again, with Shena doubtful, timid of
her first sexual experience, but unable to leave the idea of loosing
her virginity and 'possessing' and 'taking' - Betty's words - the
leader of  their senior class gang.  They worried together at the
idea like probing a loose tooth, pushing to pain, retreating ... the
evening grew dark.
 
 
As it was Saturday they knew Shena's dad would not come home until
the early morning, if then, but still they pressured John to come up
with a place for their tryst, just in case.
"Yeah, no problem, me mate's got some rooms in that place behind Pic
n' Save .. no one there at the weekends... be there at seven then ?"
Even so 'cool a dude' as John could not hide his excitement, and his
voice trembled over the 'phone.  Shena looked warily at Betty.
"It will be all right wont' it Bet ?"
"Yeah love, you'll love it, honest .. both !" Betty giggled airily.
"I don't' mean the haircut, that's kinky but I must admit .. " she
flushed and giggled.." I'm getting to like the idea of that.  It's
just that ... they way he wants to .."
Shena ran out of words to express her concerns, and Betty furrowed
her brow with concentration as she sought to understand.
"Do ya mean he just wants to fuck ya .. no love or nuthin'?" Betty
was clearly incredulous at this naive concept, so Shena shied away
quickly.
"No, no .. I mean it's the way he wants to .. to fuck me." Shena
finally got it out and found her self growing warm through her
stomach to her loins at both the expression and the anticipation.
"Yeah ! Cool ... you on his lap as we clipper off all yer hair
!Cool!" Betty was vastly enthusiastic again, and Shena grinned at her
friend's pleasured face .... Betty's eyes were bright.
"Not quite the way I thought I'd loose me virginity Bet .. I'm still
a bit scared."
"Babe .." said with worldly authority from her reputation," there is
nothing like a good fucking hot cock .. you'll kick yerself when you
find out what yer been missing." Shena chuckled and threw her arms
around her friend.
"Let's get ready then .. what shall I wear Bet .. my gear?" Bett
looked at her own jeans and boots and shook her head.
"Naw Sheen, you gotta be special for this one, like a bride - wear
yer prom dress."
"My white mini-sheath ! It'll get dirty."
"Well you wont' be wearing it again for a long time will ya ? Silly
bitch." Shena considered the implications of that remark, recognized
that a fully indoctrinated punk would never been seen dead in such an
outfit and nodded.
"With high heels too - lottsa make-up ?" Betty nodded and they
scrambled across to the chest and sorted out the sheath dress, in a
mock satin, and white panties.
"No bra Sheen - no hose neither. .. but ya can put in that white
ribbon ya wore to the dance, 'cos he likes that sort of thing."
Shena complained that the sheath was rumpled and they spat on the
worse creases and rubbed them flatter with a tissue. The heels on the
white sling-backs were grubby too, but Betty assured her friend that
no one would notice. Shena made-up heavy around her eyes and choose a
full red lipstick, almost a brown, that set off her dark skin-tone.
She slithered the tight sheath up, cupping her taut breasts in the
pre-wired form and stepped into her shoes. She twirled in front of
Betty and was rewarded with a compliment, of sorts.
"Yeah ! Real tarty!"
Shena began to brush her hair, swinging just above her shoulders, her
thick, blunt cut bangs were resting on her eyebrows. Betty twirled
the white satin ribbon in her fingers absently as she watched her
friend getting ready ... 
"You'll love it Shena,' she said, sensing the renewed doubt that
clouded Shena's small features.
"You'll look real cool darlin'."
"D' ya think he will like me like this ?" Shena was truly doubtful,
already conditioned by both Betty and the 'gang' that punk-gear was
better, sexier and more cool. Betty stood and tied the ribbon under
Shena's dark mass of hair, placing the bow directly in the center of
her head.
"Yeah, he'll love it - he still goes for the little girl look.... but
that sheath hugs yer ass so tight you 'aint no little girl !" They
giggled as Shena checked out her profile in the mirror, the white
mini was almost spray-painted across her buttocks, and the smooth
firm thighs of youth shone from under the hem.
'Come on me little virgin .. come and get yer first hot cock." They
left, Shena's misgivings and timid doubts evaporating in excited
anticipation.
 
The room was not impressive, empty of all but a sofa, a Formica
topped table and chairs of steel tubing and plastic, and 'fridge. 
Their 'host', John, stood in his savage finery of boots, tight jeans,
chains and studs, preening in his bare-chested macho-nakedness.  He
popped the first of the illicit beers and passed them out, all the
while grinning at Shena, who was still unable to return his looks and
who busied herself with the strip of paper kitchen towel that she had
wrapped around her dripping beer.  Betty made all the small talk,
chirping away her quips and massaging John's ego .. and teasing his
need whenever she caught his hungry staring at Shena. Shena looked up
from time to time and matched his gaze, growing bolder.  The beer was
very cold but bubbled at her throat as she stifled a burp. John began
to recount his adventures of the previous evening when a group of the
guys went downtown and got a 'little riot' going at a local night
spot. Two more beers each had popped by the end of his tale and
shrewdly he - and Betty, his coconspirator - guessed now was the time
to move in on the already giddy and giggling Shena. He leant across
the table, caught her hair in a clump in back, just as Betty had done
and ground his lips to hers in a deep, moist, kiss. To his
satisfaction his kiss was return hungrily, Shena's teeth bumping his
and her soft mouth opened immediately to his thrusting tongue.  He
moved his arms around the small shoulders and crushed her to his bare
chest and she physically melted into him. When he drew back - without
releasing her - Shena's  eyes were glazed and she panted softly.
"Like that love ?" He growled, and, for reply, Shena pulled him back
and thrust up her face towards his.  They were both swimming into
each other now, and John was confident that she was his now, for the
taking.                                                              
                                            "Hey you too ! What am I
supposed to do when you eat each other!" Betty whined. John broke off
from his tonguing penetration of Shena long enough to growl that she
should get things ready.
"Right ! Looks like you are already!"
John half turned towards her and, with a huge grin, Betty crossed to
his chair and wriggled her herself onto his lap. His erection, even
through the jeans, was apparent and she ground down into it, feeling
it warm and stiff in her own jean-covered loin. 
"Hey!" Shena protested, and John silenced her by mashing his wet
mouth on hers and they drew back into their embrace, pushing Betty
off the lap and out of the embrace.
Betty was taking her task of preparation seriously however, and she
knelt on the bare floor besides the chairs and leant up to John's
groin. Slowly she un-zipped his jeans, ignoring Shena's muffled
complaint and her fluttering, protesting hand, she reached in and
released John's erected penis, drawing it out and up into his lap.
Betty reached up and took hold of Shena's hand and drew it down to
the heated member. Shena broke away from the kiss and looked down at
John's cock, now nestling and throbbing in her cool hand. She
gasped., John preened and Betty chuckled.
"Yes, before ya ask Sheen .." grinned Betty, still on her knees," ..
it will all fit inside yer."
"You want it now don't' ya ?' asked John, ignoring Betty and staring
into Shena's still doubtful eyes. Shena stroked his prick upwards
with her still cool fingers, wondering at it's length and the glow of
heat it emitted.  She dropped her eyes from his and blushed.
"Well .. do ya or not." John's ego was as insistent as his question,
prideful of his self-image as a stud.  Shena lifted her eyes - she
had once again been staring in wonder at his size, half scared and
half .... wanting. Wanting, she suddenly felt, to be filled up with
him, to feel this velvet yet rock hard stiffness engulfing her,
impaling her .. and a strong heat coursed from her stomach through
her loins and she felt a soft dewing in her vagina.
"Yes I want it." She was able to whisper, incredulously that it was
she who had aroused such passion in this fabled stud. 
"Betty - go get everything ready." John commanded and Betty, with
obvious relish, stood up and went into the other room. John returned
to his kissing of the now softly submissive Shena and his hand began
to explore the pert breasts under the satin sheath.  Shena felt that
she was swooning - she had fooled around with guys before, of course,
but she knew that this time there was no turning back, no firmly
pushing away, no excuses .. she was committed.  As if in confirmation
of this fate, or perhaps in the height of his own arousal, John began
to mutter in her ear as he peeled down the top of the sheath.  Shena
felt the air cooling her bared breasts, and was suddenly and deeply
excited by his words.
"I'm gonna fuck you .. fuck you stiff .. till ya cry for more .. and
clipper ya hair off ... shove it in ya so deep yo'r taste  it!"