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(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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 52