It was Sunday morning in London and my eyes cast over the things to do in the newspaper. I was very surprised to see that there was an exhibition of plaster casts of vulvas. I checked the date -- it was not April 1. I Googled and sure enough it was true. I was only 20 and I'd only seen three pussies in my life so it sounded interesting. They were all students at university with me -- the first one was an English girl who had shaved her pussy and it didn't look very interesting at all. I don't think I even noticed her clitoris. The second was an English girl with Chinese parents -- she hardly had any hair at all. I was really surprised but she allowed me to make love with her. I just remember how tight she was. I think she just wanted to try an English dick. The last one was a beautiful Indian girl -- boy, was she hairy. I just remember that she had a meaty pussy but I can't remember the details. I had nothing to lose and I might learn something.
The exhibition was just what it said it was -- a wall of plastic casts of vulvas - 400 of them. It was a bit surreal in a way. It was like going to a dog show and all the dogs had been shaved. Here were 400 pussies all made in white plaster. They didn't look like anything I'd ever seen before except that the little bits on show were on every girl and every one was different. Who could have imagined some would have long inner lips and others short ones, and some would have prominent clitoral hoods and others practically nothing. I started to look at each one individually trying to make out whether I liked it or not. It was difficult to choose. What made a nice pussy and what made an ugly pussy, I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure if there was such a thing as an ugly pussy. I find it hard to imagine any man have a negative response to a pussy.
As I moved along the exhibition I took a few photos that appealed to me. Just as I took a photo of one, I was aware of a young woman standing next to me.
She said, "Why did you take a photo of that one?"
I was taken aback. It was very unusual for somebody to talk to you out of the blue like that and even more unusual in this particular situation. In fact I can't remember ever talking to a girl about her pussy. I suspect that many of them would even deny that they had one if you asked them. How was I going to talk to a woman that I didn't know about pussies? I mean what could I say?
"I like it. Is it you?"
There was a pause -- a long silence. "Yes it is."
"Is it the first time you've seen it?"
"Yes. The artist took the cast a year ago and then I went overseas travelling and I've just come back. This was the first opportunity I've had to look at it. "
"Well, do you like it?"
"I wanted to see what I looked like and I wanted to compare myself with other women. This is the first time I've ever really looked at other women's genitalia. You've probably seen more than I have."
"I've only seen a few but this is certainly different. They look so unnatural."
"I agree. They do look rather strange without any hair. You still didn't tell me why you liked this one."
"Well I have taken a few photos and all the ones that I like show a prominent clitoris and well-shaped fully formed inner lips. Yes, that is what I liked about yours."
"Thanks. I was always worried whether I had a good looking pussy. You read about women who have surgery down there and I was always worried that I might have a problem. "
And with that she drifted along the wall while I trailed behind. When I got to the end she was waiting for me and said, "I understand now what you're talking about. I think you're right. The definition makes all the difference and the prominence of the clitoris grabs your attention."
"What surprises me most of all is that I don't think there is one like another -- they are all different."
"You're right. I suppose it's the same with men. You're probably all different."
"I wouldn't know, but you're probably right. I don't know of an exhibition like this showing men, do you?"
"No, I've never heard of one. I would love to go and look. I am sure it would be more interesting for me than for you."
It suddenly occurred to me that she was trying to pick me up. She was a good looker, hair a bit of a mess but a good figure. Yeah, why not?
"You sound like you've not seen too many men."
"You're right. I grew up on a farm near a small village and I'm only starting university this year so I haven't had much of a chance to meet many men. "
Here was my chance.
"I'm Jerry. Do you want to come down to the cafe and we can talk some more."
"I'm Claudia. That would be nice. "
We talked for quite a while and even began to hit it off. We had a wide-ranging discussion about sex and the fact that she was 19 and keen to chance her arm. We never actually said it but I'm sure she wanted to be a willing participant in a game of 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine'.
"How would you like to come back to my flat and I'll make you lunch."
"Sounds like a good idea. Can you cook?"
"I make a great spaghetti Bolognese. How does that sound?"
We went back to my digs after picking up a nice red wine on the way. The dinner went well and we were getting on like a house on fire. Claudia was 19, also a university student just about to start her studies. She had just arrived in London and I was one of the few people that she had met. I was a bit surprised when she asked to look at the photographs I had been taking at the exhibition. She looked at them all closely and asked me if I could remember which one was hers. I pointed to one and said, "That's you, isn't it?"
"Yes. That's me. I bet you would like to see if I really look like that."
I was quite surprised that Claudia could be so blunt but I wouldn't have been surprised if I'd known what was going through her mind. I wasn't to know that I was actually the first male that Claudia had ever discussed sex with in any way. She had never had a serious boyfriend. The thought kept running through her mind that I would like to see her naked and she kept wondering why. I had seen the plaster cast of her vulva-why did I need to see the actual thing? It was at that point that she started thinking that she would like to see me naked -- she wanted to see her first real, live penis. That was what she really wanted.
There was one sure way. She would show me her real live pussy. What did it matter if she did? We would be the only two who would know. Claudia briefly thanked her lucky stars that she happened to be wearing a nice bra and sexy panties. How embarrassing it would have been if she had been wearing her normal daggy ones. I wonder if he's got an erection. I can't see. He's looking at my breasts again. Men are supposed to be turned on by breasts but I'm sure he's more interested in my pussy. If he wasn't interested in pussies he would not have gone to the exhibition. I can't wait to touch his penis. Oh boy! I wonder if it will be big or small. Take the bull by the horns. Go for it. This is an opportunity that might not come for a long time. He might not want to see me again. Go for it. There's nothing to lose.
The thought kept going through my mind that I would like to get into her pants but I thought that it might happen next time. After all we had only just met and she seemed so innocent and yet keen. Who knows? Just keep hoping.
There was nothing backward about Claudia.
"Is that an offer?"
"Could be. Try me." And with that Claudia gave me a big kiss -- a really big kiss and hugged me tight. I could feel her breasts against my body. She gave me another big kiss and I gave her a big kiss and manoeuvred her into my bedroom and began to massage her breasts. She looked at me approvingly and my hand probed underneath her sweater and my fingers slipped underneath her bra to tweak her nipples. She purred. I was doing great.
The next thing she disengaged and stood up on the bed and took off her dress and her bra and stood there with just her panties on. She looked down at me as if in a quandary what to do next. I didn't hesitate. I reached up and pulled her panties down so I was looking straight up at her hairy pussy. Claudia smiled. I don't know why. I smiled back. What else was I going to do? She lowered herself lengthwise onto the bed and stretched out. She looked beautiful. Her nipples were still hard, sticking out and, at the junction of her thighs she had a light covering of blonde curly hairs which allowed her slit to be visible. She was watching my eyes intently to see where they were looking.