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brownies to cover the smell from hot-knifing hash on the electric stove, and drank her father's Coors Light from the garage, made cold with the addition of frozen fruit chunks.
My hormones were at an all-time horny high, I think because I was due to get my period in a day or two. We talked all night about sex, including Renee's first time. The girl gave us so much good detail, I felt like they were in the room with us, him sucking her nipples and trailing his tongue down her stomach, then diving into her muffin and mowing down. Renee's face took on a rapturous expression that filled me with envy.
Oral sex confounded me. I could imagine what a boy's fingers would feel like, because I also had fingers, but lips and a tongue? Would you feel the teeth? Would you feel like you were literally being eaten?
As a party with booze and drugs usually does, this one escalated, and we found ourselves in Laura's bathroom, daring each other to do bikini waxing. Laura had tons of waxing supplies, and at first we were shy and reserved, pulling our panties into the middle to access the sides of our bikini zones, but as more and more hair came away, the panties came right off.
After seeing so much airbrushed porn, was it ever a relief to see other girls' real-life labia. There were dangly ones and chubby ones and uneven ones and even color variation. We giggled, compared, and were supportive of each other in a way that would have made Oprah proud.
Our giggle session was punctuated by shrieks as we ripped off hair that had never been waxed before.
I ended up going the furthest of the girls, waxing every last kinky hair, including the ones around my butt, “just to be thorough.”
Renee gave me an admiring look. “You're going to get so much oral,” she said. “Wait 'til the guys find out.”
We were all so busy giggling and using damp wash cloths to remove the remainder of the sticky wax, we didn't notice Renee sneaking off to make a phone call.
After there was nothing left to wax, we returned to the rec room in our pajamas. We were trying to decide what movie to watch, and I got a phone call, which struck me as odd, since everyone I knew was in the room with me. I ignored the call and let it go to voicemail. It's funny nowadays, with all the text messaging and people sending photos, but this was just long enough ago , and I'm just old enough, that we weren't yet sending texts with our phones. We weren't even using Facebook yet! If I'd been born a few years later, I could have been ignored by hotties in so many more technology-driven ways.
When my phone rang the second time, everyone stopped talking and told me to answer it.
Renee had such a weird look on her face, I figured she was playing a joke on me.
I answered the phone, and the male voice on the other line said, “I hear you waxed your beaver.”
“What?”
“Your beaver. Your pussy. Your… vagina.”
“Who is this?”
“Lars. Come and meet me. I'm at the playground, by the swings.”
I looked around at my girlfriends. Laura had a crush on Lars, and they were always talking at school. They'd made out a few times, but they weren't officially together.
Lars was popular with the guys, but just skeevy enough that he didn't get my panties wet. Until that night. When I heard his growling voice on the phone.
My pulse raced with excitement. Oh, my body certainly wanted to meet him by the swings and let him touch my smooth pussy, but I didn't want to betray my friend, so I said no and hung up.
Laura narrowed her eyes at me. “That was Lars, wasn't it?”
“I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know how he got my number. He wanted me to go meet him at the playground, but I'm not going. Obviously.”
She downed her glass of beer and popped the chunks of semi-thawed fruit into her mouth.
“You should go,” she said. “I'm not getting anywhere with him. Maybe if he hooks up with you, he'll get this whole player thing out of his system.”
The other three girls were quiet, eyes
My hormones were at an all-time horny high, I think because I was due to get my period in a day or two. We talked all night about sex, including Renee's first time. The girl gave us so much good detail, I felt like they were in the room with us, him sucking her nipples and trailing his tongue down her stomach, then diving into her muffin and mowing down. Renee's face took on a rapturous expression that filled me with envy.
Oral sex confounded me. I could imagine what a boy's fingers would feel like, because I also had fingers, but lips and a tongue? Would you feel the teeth? Would you feel like you were literally being eaten?
As a party with booze and drugs usually does, this one escalated, and we found ourselves in Laura's bathroom, daring each other to do bikini waxing. Laura had tons of waxing supplies, and at first we were shy and reserved, pulling our panties into the middle to access the sides of our bikini zones, but as more and more hair came away, the panties came right off.
After seeing so much airbrushed porn, was it ever a relief to see other girls' real-life labia. There were dangly ones and chubby ones and uneven ones and even color variation. We giggled, compared, and were supportive of each other in a way that would have made Oprah proud.
Our giggle session was punctuated by shrieks as we ripped off hair that had never been waxed before.
I ended up going the furthest of the girls, waxing every last kinky hair, including the ones around my butt, “just to be thorough.”
Renee gave me an admiring look. “You're going to get so much oral,” she said. “Wait 'til the guys find out.”
We were all so busy giggling and using damp wash cloths to remove the remainder of the sticky wax, we didn't notice Renee sneaking off to make a phone call.
After there was nothing left to wax, we returned to the rec room in our pajamas. We were trying to decide what movie to watch, and I got a phone call, which struck me as odd, since everyone I knew was in the room with me. I ignored the call and let it go to voicemail. It's funny nowadays, with all the text messaging and people sending photos, but this was just long enough ago , and I'm just old enough, that we weren't yet sending texts with our phones. We weren't even using Facebook yet! If I'd been born a few years later, I could have been ignored by hotties in so many more technology-driven ways.
When my phone rang the second time, everyone stopped talking and told me to answer it.
Renee had such a weird look on her face, I figured she was playing a joke on me.
I answered the phone, and the male voice on the other line said, “I hear you waxed your beaver.”
“What?”
“Your beaver. Your pussy. Your… vagina.”
“Who is this?”
“Lars. Come and meet me. I'm at the playground, by the swings.”
I looked around at my girlfriends. Laura had a crush on Lars, and they were always talking at school. They'd made out a few times, but they weren't officially together.
Lars was popular with the guys, but just skeevy enough that he didn't get my panties wet. Until that night. When I heard his growling voice on the phone.
My pulse raced with excitement. Oh, my body certainly wanted to meet him by the swings and let him touch my smooth pussy, but I didn't want to betray my friend, so I said no and hung up.
Laura narrowed her eyes at me. “That was Lars, wasn't it?”
“I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know how he got my number. He wanted me to go meet him at the playground, but I'm not going. Obviously.”
She downed her glass of beer and popped the chunks of semi-thawed fruit into her mouth.
“You should go,” she said. “I'm not getting anywhere with him. Maybe if he hooks up with you, he'll get this whole player thing out of his system.”
The other three girls were quiet, eyes
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