To understand what is going on, you should read the previous chapters of San Francisco Seductions, found in the Chain Stories section of this fine web site.
Lauren Bennett let the hot water trail down her body and wash away the ache in her muscles. She'd pulled a double shift down at the café and her body was tired from standing, waiting, and serving.
She rubbed fruity shampoo into her long black hair. The silky, straight hair still hung down past her shoulders, but she still felt like it was very short. Her head still felt lighter, even one month after getting it cut for the first time since she was a little girl.
Still, she couldn't help but sigh as she broke with the past.
After sponging her body with her pink poof, she reached for the razor. She shaved her long, shapely legs and wished her thighs were skinnier and longer. More like Kerry's. She wished she were taller than her 5'3". She wished she had the tall model's body that her blonde friend had.
When her legs were satiny smooth, she took a deep breath before turning her razor on her pussy. She was careful with it, shaving it bare but for the thin landing strip of dark hair she kept above her slit. Just as Kerry had shown her last week.
At first, Lauren had been scandalized by her best friend and lover's shaven sex. Lauren hadn't seen much of Kerry in recent weeks (and the two had been spending less and less time in bed together). When the sandy blonde pulled off her little thong to reveal her cunt, completely devoid of a single curl of pubic hair, Lauren blanched. It was so bad. It was so slutty! Yet so beautiful at the same time.
The blonde told Lauren how much better it made sex. Much more intense. After fooling around a little, the women had adjourned to the shower so that the brunette could experience the pleasures of a shaven twat. Kerry was kind enough to leave a little mohawk of dark hair "as a reminder of the old days." Neither girl got much sleep that night.
Lauren toweled herself off, glancing at herself one more time in the mirror. "I'm too pale," she thought to herself one more time, but in reality, she didn't believe it. She knew that guys loved the pale skin, dark hair look. Especially coupled with her light blue eyes. The light dusting of freckles across her little, upturned nose and high cheek bones also was a point of weird pride for Lauren.
A few months ago, before arriving in San Francisco, she never would have scrutinized herself like this - at least not in a positive way. Now, she was able to smile and flip her dark hair happily as she exited the bathroom.
She pulled on a sheer bra and panty set. It was black and delicate, the gauzy material doing nothing to hide her pink, silver dollar nipples or her dark wisp of pubic hair. Underwires lifted her soft, large breasts, enhancing the amount of cleavage that would peek from the tight silver tank top she planned on wearing. She slithered into a pair of tight black pants. The waist sat very low on her hips and she had to make sure that her thong remained tucked and hidden away. She checked herself in the mirror, bending over. The trousers were tight and stretchy enough not to slip too far down her firm buttocks, and they would keep her reverse cleavage hidden as she moved on the dance floor.
Tall, strappy heels lengthened her body. Make-up and accessories accentuated her beauty. She was ready to go.
One month ago, she would never have stepped out into public dressed like this. She hadn't owned a stitch of clothing that molded to her body like her slacks and tank top did now. Maybe it was losing her virginity. Maybe it was cutting her hair. She didn't know what brought about her change, but she didn't question it. She felt good. She felt confident.
Tonight, Lauren was going to finally meet Kerry's mystery guy. Against all the odds, it appeared that the free spirited blonde had settled down with a boyfriend. When the two eighteen-year-olds had arrived in San Francisco, it didn't take them long to get introduced to the quick pace of city life. Casual sex, once a mortifying idea to Lauren, was now a healthy part of her lifestyle. Kerry had helped her come into this lifestyle. At first, their two roommates, Samuel and Jarrod, were enough to satisfy the blonde's hunger. But after a month of roommate sex, Kerry was ready to expand their circle. It was around this time that Kerry introduced her innocent friend - her eighteen-year-old virgin - to the wonders of sex with their roommate Sam.
Since then, the curvy brunette had fooled around with Sam on a couple of occasions - and loved all of them - but she'd otherwise stayed celibate, concentrating primarily on making enough money to pay the bills. She'd even gone out on a few dates with men she'd met at the café, but they had lead to nothing more than a little making out at her doorstep. Despite her newfound sexual awakening, she still was nervous about sleeping with these guys.
Anyway, a few weeks ago, Kerry had met a guy named Casey. Now she only sees him, although none of the roommates had met him yet. They even teased her, saying he didn't exist. Kerry was strangely shy to introduce Casey to the others. Lauren would be the first.
Shelter was one of the newer clubs in the city. The San Francisco Chronicle touted it as a chic, urban center where the beautiful young creatures of the city met and danced. Stylish revelers swayed to the throbbing trance beats on the spacious dance floor lit by strobe lights, lasers, polished chrome, and the swing of dancing glow sticks.
Lauren, who had only been to a few cheesy dance clubs with Kerry, was unprepared for this large and largely hip rave. She waded through the crowd, who parted before her with happy smiles and welcomes, and made her way to the backroom bar where Kerry said she would be waiting with Casey.
Kerry was as stunning as ever. Her sandy blonde hair was twisted and pinned back just like it had been to their Senior Prom. Her outfit, however, was far from any prom dress: tight, dark jeans that were slung incredibly low on her slender hips; a tiny little gold halter top that hung loosely over her perfectly proportioned tits and complimented her bronzed skin; hoop earrings, glittery make-up, tall, strappy heels that pushed her athletic butt out and stretched her long body to 5'10".
Kerry was smiling broadly, her dimples emerged and her eyes glowed. She screeched when she saw her friend and ran to her, keeping masterful balance on those tall heels. The blonde hugged her friend enthusiastically, crushing the shorter girl's full breasts against her own body.
"I'm sooo glad you could make it!" Kerry yelled over the dance music. She hugged her friend again, then backed up enough to get an eye-full. Her hazel eyes scanned Lauren's body in a way that made the brunette's freckled cheeks flush. Their eyes locked. "God, you're so beautiful," the tall girl said, then leaned down and planted a soul-searing kiss on her friend's lips.
That drew some stares.
When the two girls broke their deep kiss, Kerry introduced her roommate to Casey. "My boyfriend." It was weird hearing those words utter forth from the blonde's lips.
Casey was older than Lauren had expected. She estimated that he was somewhere in his thirties. But he was also very attractive. His shaved head gleamed in the colored lights above, and he had a trimmed, blonde goatee and mustache under a noble nose and a strong jaw line. He wore a tight black t-shirt that stretched over his muscles. His arms were large and adorned with black tattoos that rippled sinuously.
His head bobbed to the beat of the music, taking the occasional pull from a cigarette in his hand. He nodded to Lauren confidently and said, "I've heard a lot about you. Kerry talks about you all the time." He gestured to the slim girl, who was bouncing to the beat of the music.
Lauren couldn't really say the same about Casey, so she nodded politely. "Hey, I need to go and fix my lipstick," Kerry said, leaning into Lauren. She ran her hand along the brunette's shoulders as she did so. "Want to come along?" A look flashed through Kerry's eyes. Lauren nodded.
"What do you think of him?" Kerry asked when they were out of earshot of Casey.
"He's a hunk," Lauren said truthfully, then blushed. "I think I need a drink."
Kerry gave her that look again, but said nothing. Her smile only broadened. "Have I told you that I love you, Lauren?"
The shorter girl shot her friend a quick, shocked glance. Kerry kept smiling. "No--shit… that sounds like I'm in love with you!" She giggled. "I'm not! I just… think you're really awesome, that's all. None of my other friends would come out to San Francisco with me! You know?" They danced through the crowd, smiling and laughing at the other dancers. "You've been so supportive of me! And… we've had a lot of fun." She paused. "A lot of fun," she repeated.
