Debbie was a long time friend, but nothing more. I'd met her years ago at a party for a friend. She was standing on a chair, putting up decorations. I thought she had a pretty face, and pretty feet. She's around 5'4", not chunky but not slim, small-breasted, with shoulder length light brown hair. I was impressed with how organized she was, which turned out to be out of character for her, she's really such a flake. But I came to know her over the years, as a friend, albeit a flaky one. We'd seen each other at parties, on hikes, and even skinny-dipping trips or nude beach days with other friends. We'd even had some conversations together on occasion where she'd tell me some pretty personal details. Sometimes she would ask me for advice, usually about the guy she was seeing who wasn't treating her right, although she didn't usually take my advice.
Debbie came into a bit of money when her father died, and asked me for advice on how to invest it. Since she was renting an apartment and hoped to buy one, I suggested that she put it into short-term stuff, so it would be there when she needed it, which would probably be soon. She replied that a good friend of hers was telling her about this great stock fund that made 50% last year. I told her that funds like that go up and down, and that if it was down when she needed the money for her down payment she was screwed. I asked if she'd looked at the fund history online. She said she didn't know how to do that. Since she wasn't a sophisticated computer person, and I knew she only had a dial-up connection, I invited her over to use my cable connection.
So she came over, and we had some leftovers, and then went to the computer in my office. I showed her the history of the fund she was looking at. Yes, it made 50% last year, but the year before it lost 35%, and the year before that it lost money as well. I explained how that's OK for funds you're going to keep until you return, but if she lost that money from a down payment, she wouldn't be able to buy an apartment. She understood, and we looked at some more funds, including some safer stuff, and she made notes to take home.
Since we were finished, I asked her what porn she looks at on the web. She said that she didn't use the web for porn, but wanted to know what I like. I asked her whether she wanted to see storied or pictures, and she said pictures. So I showed her a site with pictures of shaved people, which is a favorite fetish of mine. She really enjoyed the pictures and said they were sexy. I asked her whether she preferred pictures of the men or the women, and she said both were pretty sexy.
She asked me how come I liked shaved people so much, and I said that I think peoples' genitals are beautiful and sexy, and the more you see the better. Besides, I continued to Debbie, you know that I don't have any pubic hair, since we'd been with groups skinny-dipping together. A little embarrassed, she said that she kind of remembered that. So I figured what the hell, and pulled off my pants, and showed her my smooth cock, which was by this time at half-mast. I've had the hair removed from my cock and balls by electrolysis, and although I'm of pretty average size, the look always makes me feel so hot and sexy. Debbie took a close look, and said that I looked good like the men on the shaved site. But the next thing she said blew my mind. Debbie said that she wished she were hairless like the women on the site.