Recap from "Lu-Ann" Could I be bisexual? A lesbian?
Or am I just a nasty little horny slut who will get her rocks off by any means possible?
Part 2
Cindy knew how to get a girl heated up. We broke off our little impromptu sexual fun when we heard someone approaching. I spent the rest of my shift at my register coyly glancing at the crotches of men and looking over at Cindy, who would lick her upper lip whenever she spotted me looking over at her.
I would shiver, knowing that she has a sexual interest in me. Between looking at men's asses and crotches and reminiscing about the kiss with Cindy, my crotch panel was sodden with my lusty secretions.
During my break, I went to the lady's room and quickly rubbed my little nubbin until I felt some relief. Leaving the lady's room, Cindy cornered me and said, "You were rubbing your hot little clit," as she smiled and licked her upper lip.
How the fuck did she know? I felt strangely hot and embarrassed at the same time. Our shifts ended at the same time. Cindy waited outside as I went and changed. When I got outside, she asked me to go to her apartment.
I searched for a reason to say no, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we went down the street. We reached her building and went inside. Cindy turned to me and locked her lips to mine as she hungrily sought out my tongue and mauled my bra-encased boobs.
She pushed her hand up under my top and continued to assault my boobs as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I never thought a girl could turn me on the way I felt turned on at that moment. Cindy pushed her door closed and pushed my top up over my head to remove it.
I was caught up in my own lusty feelings and just went along. Next, she deftly unsnapped my bra, as only a woman could do. She was gentile yet demanding, insistent, and urgent in her desire to strip me naked.
She lowered her head to my breasts and sucked my stone-hard nipples as she worked on removing my short skirt and sexy French-cut panties. She guided me into her bedroom while never letting up on her advances.
I just went along. I'm not sure why. I was caught up in the moment, naked in this lusty woman's apartment, as she aggressively asserted her will over me. I felt as if I were floating on a cloud. A cloud of lust. Driven by my repressed sexuality.
I'm not sure what happened. I suddenly pushed my hands up under her blouse and bra. I cupped her firm breasts and squeezed them like soft, ripe fruit. She grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head as I unclasped the hooks holding her bra together.
She let her bra slide down her arms and drift to the floor. I lowered my head and captured her nipple in my mouth, nibbling on it and turning it stone hard. She hissed and cooed as she muttered, "Yes, Lu-Ann." No other words were necessary as I chewed on her nipples and she unsnapped her work slacks and pushed them down over her flared hips.
We both fell onto her bed as she flipped me to my back and slithered down my torso while tracing a wet trail of saliva from my boobs to my vagina. I raised my knees as she zeroed in on my clitoris and used her tongue to beat my clit like a drum.
I felt as if my core had exploded as I gushed a very wet, climactic cum into her mouth and all over her face. Caught up in the feeling, I flipped her to her back and went down on her. I was blown away. I've never seen a grown woman without pubic hair.
She smelled fresh and clean. She looked like a prepubescent female. I centered my attention on her clitoris and sucked it into my mouth as if I were dying of hunger. She grabbed two fists full of my hair and humped my face as she moaned and came all over my mouth and face.
Later, I lay there and pondered whether or not I was a lesbian. I actually enjoyed the act. I felt as if what we did was natural. Sexy and loving. I then asked Cindy why she was bald down there. She replied that she liked the feeling and felt cleaner.
She said that having her twat hair all matted with a man's cum felt dirty and slimy. I looked at her and said, "I never thought of that."
She replied, "Really?" Then her eyes lit up as she squealed, "Oh my god, you've never been fucked."
I looked down in shame. I didn't have to admit my lack of male experience; my beet-red face told her.
Then she said, "Seriously, you need to shave that beaver unless you want to go home at night with a cum rug."
Again, I turned beet red with embarrassment.
Cindy then said, "Lu-Ann, you have to shave it off."
"But what if I cut myself?"
She then said, "I'll give you your first shave if you want, but then you are on your own."
I responded, "You will?"
"Yes," she said as she got up and went to her bathroom and came back with towels, shaving soap, a razor, scissors, and a washcloth.
I was dumbfounded, scared, and excited all at the same time. I was about to let my coworker and friend shave my most intimate girly parts.
She instructed me to scoot over to the edge of the bed with a towel. She then started trimming my pubic growth, which she referred to as a cum rug, with the scissors. Every time I felt the coolness of the steel scissors on my flesh, I prayed she wouldn't cut me down there.
Next, she took a warm, wet washcloth and moistened my crotch hairs, then soaped them up. Finally, after a few minutes that felt like hours, she deftly whisked all of my golden pubic hair away with the razor.